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I'll go first. I'm a 26 year old straight male for context. I'll start by telling you what my favorite flavor of omo is: genuine uncontrollable accidents brought on by a truly bursting bladder and no chance of using any facilities to relieve it! General naughtiness and power pissing work very well for me as a sort of foreplay, but if you make it the main event, I don't think you're into the same flavor of omo as I am. I'd plan so many things to do! Obviously the climax would be sex while bursting, but we've gotta do plenty of stuff before that! I'd start by announcing on the app that I'm using that I'm into pee desperation and bladder torture so the poor girl knows what she's getting herself into. Of course, we'd be strangers who met online and are curious about our pee fetish. I'd like for our first meeting to be late morning so we can have lunch and take full advantage of the unlimited refills offered by whatever restaurant we visit. After lunch, we'd probably go to a park or something where we can be outdoors but still be able to slip away into rather thin privacy for when the moment arrives! I'd just love to go bird spotting, dog petting, and just general outdoor socializing while our bladders fill to dangerous capacities! Since I've got a bladder of steel, I'm sure she'd burst before me, and we could make this into a power pissing show! When she truly can't wait anymore, we'll diverge from the trail we're on and hide behind some shrubs or whatever while she demonstrates just how far she can send her stream into the air! Then we'd head back to a cheap hotel room with two beds where we can do as much damage as we want to the bed and all we'd have to worry about is a cleaning fee. A pool is a must, since we'd bring sports drinks and hit the pool all afternoon! Lots of flirting, feeling each other up, but no nudity or sex yet for obvious reasons. For an evening dinner, I'm thinking an outdoor restaurant with the wooden overhangs and lanterns all over! We'd once again take full advantage of the unlimited refills and drink as much as we safely can! Once done with dinner, we'd drive back to the hotel with our rapidly filling bladders! I'm aware I'd likely have to drink at least a large bottle of water ahead of time to get my bladder truly full before my partner bursts all over the floor... One of the cons of a steel bladder that holds almost 2L... Arriving back at the hotel, we'd watch TV and engage in massages, followed by teasing and a lengthy foreplay session as we reach max capacity! Once we truly can't wait another second, I'd coat my dick in aphrodisiac lube and send my throbbing dick the whole way in! Neither of us are allowed to pee until we both orgasm together, resulting in the ultimate synchronous peegasm that I've only ever managed to experience once... Although I get peegasms rather regularly, it's a matter of compatibility to get a woman to peegasm with you. I've gotten lucky with this once when casual dating about a year ago... Just because we've peegasm'd doesn't mean we're done! We're gonna keep having sex until our bladders are empty! Given the fact that I'd just peed inside this girl, I'd have a vaginal cleaner ready to go. Don't want her getting an infection from any urine left up in there... Then we'd shower and take the other bed for a good night's sleep. What happens next is up to us. If she wants to stay together, that's AWESOME! If not, oh well, it was technically a casual service. Thank you for reading. I'd love to hear about your current fantasies! No need to match my flavor of omo, just be yourselves in your responses! Daredare205's best!

This is a new story series if mine that I've mentally been working on for a while, and have big plans for (possibly up to 15-20 chapters!) Knowing me though, i always run out of steam after a while. But I really like this idea and want to give it a go, so here is chapter one! BE WARNED! This series will include messing as a common theme, so if that's not your vibe, no worries. But some of the stories will be wetting only, such as chapter one. I won't differentiate from here on out though, so read at your own peril. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- High school can either be hell, or it can be meh. For me, it was the later, up until my junior year. I had my group of friends and I got along well enough with everyone, but there was nothing spectacular going on in my life. No big sports teams, no shows or plays I'm acting in, and worst of all, no girlfriend. That is, until I started talking to Abby. She and I technically grew up together, in the sense that we've always gone to the same school and known who the other was, but that's about it. Our friend groups never really overlapped, but there was never any animosity either. Abby and I shared 4th period English, which we had right before lunch. We sat together in class and got to know one another a little better, although very casually at first. And as luck would have it, neither of us actually shared our lunch break with any of our friends, so as we got to know each other better, we started eat lunch together as well, meaning we'd spend two straight hours together every day. We learned we shared a lot of the same interests. We both liked to play video games, we both enjoyed being fairly active and going on hikes, watching sports and movies, and a few other things! She was also just a lot of fun too. She was always looking to something wild, like jump across a big gap, try to do a cartwheel down the crowded halls, stuff like that. She was also always up for dates, I would constantly over hear her and her friends and she'd say something like "ya dare me to??" In response to something and I'd laugh. Naturally, as it tends to happen in high school, Abby and I got to flirting. We became fast friends in class and during lunch. We started working together on assignments, and started sharing more and more about our lives. We hadn't explicitly started going steady yet, but if you stared long enough you could certainly tell we were flirting. I'd star at her a little too long, she'd punch me on the arm, I'd try to laugh with her as much as I could, she'd dress a little nice, a little more provocative even on some days. It's here where I suppose I should share how we both look. I'm you're average looking guy for the most part. 6 feet, normal build, red hair, normal sense of style. I'm by no means ugly, but I'm not an Adonis either. Abby though... She was a knockout. She was 5'6, brown wavy hair, brown eyes and legs to die for. She had a gift from god, in that she had a massive booty without even trying. Her chest might be considered small to some, but she was gorgeous to me. Although, id never shared any of this with her. It's also at this point I should mention I have a fairly serious piss and shit fetish... After all, you're here reading this! I just can't get enough of it, I absolutely love it when a girl has to go so bad she does it in her pants. Accidents, panties, leggings, diapers, all freaking fantastic. But as with most of us, unfortunately it's been just that, a fantasy. Or so I thought. "Hey Alex!" Abby said to me as she walked into class. "Hey!" I said back. Abby walked over to where I was sitting and sat right on top of my desk. "Guess what!" She said excitedly. I squeezed out a "Wh--" before she cut me off. "I've got the weekend to myself!! My parents are going on a mini vacation, which means I'll be home alone, thank GOD. I need a break from them so bad." Abby said to me. "Oh awesome!" I replied. I choose my next words very carefully. "Got any big plans this weekend then?" "Nah not really" she said. "I'm just so happy I get to have a free weekend for once." I was about to muster up the courage to ask if she wanted to do something together, but just as I was going to our teacher walked in the room, and Abby slid off my desk and into hers beside me, as class began. Class went on as normal, and we got to working on this and that, reading and writing. Over the duration of the class, I noticed Abby started to get really fidgety. I made a mental note of it, but didn't think much of it at the time, as my brain was squarely focused on English instead of in the gutter. Class had maybe ten minutes left when she leans over to me and says: "I really have to pee." These words did bring me out of my focus on school, and I practically did a double take when she said it. To keep me cool though I gave a slight chuckle and just shook my head, as not to draw suspicion from her or the teacher. Class finished up, with Abby fidgeting and bouncing her legs constantly. However, she had a problem ahead, and we both knew it. Our classroom was rather far from the lunchroom, meaning if we didn't get there fast, we would wait in line for food, not get a table, or both. So if she went to the bathroom ahead of time, we'd certainly be waiting a while to eat. So when class was over she asked me, "do you think I have time to run to the bathroom before lunch?" "I doubt it, it's nacho day and look, people Are already running that way!" I said, gesturing to our classmates rushing out the door. "Oh shoot, fine let's go, I'm starving!" She said back. We immediately got going, and was able to get in line without having to wait too long. Once we sat down at a table I said to her, "you can go ahead and go to the bathroom, I'll keep your seat." I know this goes against what I deeply wanted inside, but I'm not about to out that part of myself right here in the lunchroom. "Ugh no, I do still have to go pretty bad but I'm starving, let's just eat." I just shrugged, and got to chowing down, since I was hungry too. We had a table to ourselves surprisingly, and we enjoyed laughing and talking as we would normally do every day. We also flirted pretty hard core as well. Abby had touched my arm a few times, which hadn't gone unnoticed by me, and I kept sticking my leg out a little farther so it would bump into hers. You know, harmless high school flirting. "You're too funny Alex I can't believe you!" She said to me laughing, after I made a dirty joke. "Hey, I just call it like I see it!" I said back. She deep sighed then said to me, "fuck I really have to pee now, I won't make it through another class." "Well go then!" I said back to her. "What, here??" She said to me, incredulously. I did another double take, and quickly laughed to Avery any tension that may have caused. "No you goon, go to the bathroom!" "Ooooooh hahaha!" She said, laughing very hard. I joined in and kept laughing. But then, she really blew my mind, and all inhibitions went out the window. As we stopped laughing, she got a look in her eyes, leaned over and said, "Dare me to go right here?" I paused. My heart literally shit from 70 bpm to over 100 in a second. I locked eyes with her and paused, knowing I'd have to play this very carefully. Is she playing with me? Is she serious? Joking? I answered with a laugh. "Oh yeah like peeing in the lunchroom is a good idea." "Why not?? The school bathrooms are nasty, and I really have to go, who's gonna know??" She said, doubling down. I replied, "what're you gonna do, just drop your pants and squat?? Everyone would see you!" "No, I'd go in my pants! I'm wearing black leggings, no one will see!" Now my heart shot up to 120 bpm. "You wouldn't." I said "It wouldn't be the first time I've peed myself." She said in a whisper. Now, my heart nearly stopped. Then I said, "Ok Abby, you're on. I dare you!" "What do I get if I do it??" She said to me with a punch of the arm. I figured since I'd gotten this far, why not go for broke. I took a deep breath, and prayed. "If you do it, you win a date with yours truly?" Her eyes widened, but then she gave me another look and touched my arm and said. "What do you get out of this?" I thought about it and said with a wink, "I think I win either way." She was silent for another moment, then just stared me down. She said "deal", with a wink, then she straightened up. I still couldn't believe she was actually going through with this and said, "Wait so your actually gonna do it??" "Yes!" She said. "I want to win that date you offered!" This time, I was speechless. I might have even been in love. I couldn't get another word out before she closed her eyes, took a deep breathe, and said, "I'm going now" She was sitting across from me so I couldn't see what was happening, but I could see every other tell tale sign. She closed her eyes, shook a little, then sat absolutely still. I heard the smallest of drops as her pee went from the crotch her pants, off the chair and onto the floor, but most of it was actually stopped up by her black leggings. I even could smell it a little, although that was much harder to tell. "I can't believe you're peeing yourself " I said in disbelief. "I can't either!" She said back to me. I got so incredibly aroused in that moment, it was very difficult not to show it or give anything away about how I felt in the moment. I was just in heaven, watching Abby be in absolute bliss as she emptied her bladder into her pants. "There, all done!" She said to me with a wicked smile. "That was absolutely amazing" I said before I could catch myself. "Amazing huh??" She said back to me. I was now in panic mode. Had I said to much? I stammered away, "oh I mean... Uh... I uh..." She laughed. "No you're right it was pretty amazing! I've never done that in such a public place before! Feels so naughty of me!" "Haha yeah!" Was all I could force out of me. Then there was a silence for a few seconds as we kind of just stared at each other. "So I guess I win that date, right?" She said to me, softly. Before I could respond, the lunch bell rang, signaling we had to get to our next class. Abby started getting up, while I still sat there in disbelief of everything. I was able to muster a smile right as she was about to turn and walk away "Call me later!" She said, again with that trademark smile of hers. And she started walking away. "I will!!" I yelled back to her. She turned and took a few steps backwards while looking at me and smiling. Then she did a quick "I still can't believe I did that" smile before turning away again. I just stared at her ass as long as I could, I didn't care if anyone saw me. I saw the wet spot all up her ass checks and halfway down her legs. It was the most amazing thing I had ever seen. The rest of the day went be in a flash. I could hardly think about anything else after what had happened in the lunch room. I was on cloud nine, and couldn't wait to go out with Abby! I still couldn't believe it all! Once I was home later that night, I gave Abby a call. She answered in the second ring. "Hey you!" She said in a happy tone. "Hey! What's up?" I said back. "Nothing much, just trying to finish up some homework. How about you?" She said. "Same, I'm tired of working haha." I was quickly running out of things to say, I didn't exactly know how to approach the elephant in the room, which was her peeing herself in lunch today. Luckily though, she did that for me. "So I bet you're still thinking about lunch today, right?" She said. "As a matter of fact I am! What tipped it off?" I said. "Well I'm still thinking about it too! It's still so crazy to me! I've had accidents before, but never like that!" She said. I replied, perhaps a little too enthusiastically, "woah woah, you have??" "Haha of course!" She said with a laugh. "Plenty of times. At the pool, at work, on road trips, I guess I just don't have the best bladder!" We both laughed at that one. "But I gotta ask, this doesn't gross you out? Most guys always scream "ew" if I pee myself in front of them." In a rush I said, "no! No, it doesn't gross me out at all!" "Why?" And there it was. I had a choice to make, and I had to make it fast. Do I lie? Do I tell the truth, that it's a fetish of mine? Would it gross her out? Is that too forward? I decided to try and split the difference between the truth and a lie. "I don't know, I mean it just doesn't. I've seen a couple of people pee themselves before, it's whatever. Besides, you looked pretty cute as you did it too!" As you can tell, I decided to fucking send it. I'd already gotten this far by doing essentially nothing, let's see what doing something gets me. She paused just long enough to get me to panic a little, before saying: "Oooho really now! Well that's certainly good to know!" She said with what I could tell was delight in her voice. I stuck the landing, for now. "Haha yeah, so you've got nothing to worry about if you ever have another accident while I'm around!" I replied. She laughed, saying "I'm glad to hear that!" We both laughed, before we continued talking about other things. We ended up setting up our first actual "date," or "hang out," whatever label you want to call it. She made good on that bet, so we decided to go see a movie.

Hey, everyone. So some years ago I wrote a massive three-season story about a couple of college kids, Meagan and Parker. And I decided I'd better not get stale, quit while I was ahead, yadda yadda, so I wrapped the story up and said, "No more sequels." This, my friends, is the sequel I said I wouldn't write! Honestly, I couldn't stay away from these two for long, I love them so much; even as I was typing "no sequels" I was already thinking, "But maaaybee...?" and starting to brainstorm a bit. And after years of tinkering, here we are again. But... I have to say, all my worries about getting stale and repetitive are still valid. I think I've dodged it so far, but I wrote these stories on the condition that there would only be four of them, one each for winter/spring/summer/fall, and then I'd call a halt again. So here is the first of the four, appropriately posted in winter. If you're thinking, "Yeah, but Weasel, who the heck are Meagan and Parker?", check out this post. And if you're thinking, "Come on, get to the good stuff!" you're in luck; we'll jump right in. And for those who don't remember/have forgotten, there is sex in these stories. So. Much. Sex. You are forewarned.

Disclaimer/intro: This will likely be a multi-part story, because I wrote several chapters about June. It will mostly be deliberate wetting and very little desperation and accidental wetting (though there is some).* There is also very little humiliation/shame and absolutely no public shame/humiliation/discovery, so if that's your thing, you won't find it here. I have based June's experiences loosely on myself; I have certainly done most of the things June does in this story, albeit perhaps not in the same settings. (And I never had a Johnny, so... perhaps myself in an alternate universe where I am bolder and braver and more extroverted?) Anyway... Onto the story! --------- Chapter 1: A peculiar interest June had a secret. It embarrassed her, and she had told NO ONE. She wasn’t one to share much about herself anyway, and this was something she had no intention of ever telling anyone about, ever. EVER! If anyone found out — she was sure she would die of embarrassment. Not literally, of course, but June would rather not ever have to discover how embarrassed she would be if anyone found out her secret. She had carried this secret with her since she was little. How little, she could not remember, so probably forever. When she was little, it was just something that interested her. If she saw it or read about it, her heart raced so fast. It made her all tingly. It was all she could think about, how it would feel. She imagined herself in the situation. She once stumbled on to a book where it was described in detail, and she borrowed that book from the library probably twenty times. She read the part that made her heart race over and over again. It never happened to her, but sometimes she pretended. Sometimes she did it on purpose, when she was alone. Just a little bit. She felt so ashamed afterwards! But it felt sooo good! She told no one. When June became a teenager, she became even more ashamed of what she sometimes did when she was all alone in the house. She was getting entirely too old for this childish nonsense! If anyone knew, they would never talk to her ever again! She vowed to never do it again. Until the next time. There was always a next time. Except now, when she indulged in her shameful secret, it made her body tingle in entirely new ways. It felt so good! One afternoon, when she had once again been unable to resist, knowing she had the house to herself for several hours, she touched herself in that special spot that tingled so much. She rubbed her finger in little circles, and it was the best feeling June had ever felt in her life. Everything was all wet and slippery, and June rubbed faster and faster, hoping to make the feeling last. All of a sudden, she felt this wave of pleasure wash over her, and her entire body spasmed. Her entire private area just sort of pulsed, and she was breathing heavily, while her whole body felt electric. June had had sex ed at school, and they had learned about orgasms. She was pretty sure that’s what it was. But nobody had said anything about getting orgasms from … that. That… was not normally on the list of things people found sexy. Was she weird? Was she a freak? June was pretty sure she was some sort of freak and that no one would ever want to have anything to do with her. She resolved never to do …that… again. Her resolve never lasted long. Pretty soon, it was all she could think about again. She never did anything, though. Not really. Not actually. Well, sometimes. Not as often as she would have liked. But fantasies can be pretty powerful, too, and June had a pretty active imagination. The year was 1998. June turned 22. She was in university and had moved out to live on her own. Most of her friends had roommates, so she was pretty happy about having found a place where she could afford to live all by herself. She also got internet at home. It was almost the new millennium, after all, a personal internet connection was becoming increasingly common, and her parents paid for it for her, because they felt she needed it for school. One evening, June furtively typed a shameful phrase into Alta Vista on her computer. She had heard from some of her guy friends that you could find anything on the internet. There was even free porn! Sure nothing would come of it, and blushing crimson even though she was all by herself, June typed “pee pants on purpose” into the search bar, almost afraid to look. To her utter astonishment, she got results! There were lots of results! Clicking around at random, she explored some of them. She tried some alternative search words, in case it was all some coincidence. Almost by accident, she stumbled onto a site called Patches’ Place. There was another one called Wet Set. There were photos. Videos! And stories! And a message board! Eyes wide, June clicked. And watched. And read. And watched some more. Much, much later, June closed her browser window. She could not believe what she had just seen. There were others like her? It had a name? People DID that? Still reeling from her discovery, June realized that she had been sitting at her desk for a very long time. She really needed to pee. Her need had been subconsciously niggling at her for a long time, but the discovery she had made on the internet had demanded all her focus. June realized she had been squirming in her seat for a while, and with everything she had found, she was also incredibly turned on. She was so wet that her underwear felt sodden, and her sex almost throbbed. June really needed to go find a toilet, but somehow, she was unable to make herself stand up and walk to the bathroom. Could she? June’s heart was racing. She hadn’t actually… it had been years… she didn’t do that anymore… she had stopped… she never… she was really too old, this was childish… she really shouldn’t… this was so disgusting… or was it? How could something disgusting feel soooo good…? She really had to pee! She could feel the pee almost about to come out — her strained muscles were all that was keeping it inside. Breathless, June relaxed her muscles juuuust a little, and she could feel the pee creeping closer to the opening. Oh, no, this was dangerous territory! She had to pee so bad! Why did she play such dangerous games? What if…? Fuck! It was so tempting! “Just go to the bathroom!” she told herself. “Just get up and go pee like a normal person! You’re an adult now. Act like one!” June did not get up. Instead, she remained in her seat at her desk, fidgeting from her need to pee. The screen on her new purple iMac, which had rocked her entire world just moments prior, was now blank. She hardly breathed. It felt like her heart was about to beat out of her chest, it was racing so fast. She grabbed the armrests on her chair so hard that her knuckles whitened. By allowing the pee to get so close to the opening that only her very outer muscles kept it at bay, the need to pee was now so urgent that June felt like she was going to explode. Suddenly, a wave of intense urgency washed over her. June drew a sharp breath and whimpered softly, clamping down every muscle she had to stem the deluge her bladder threatened to unleash. It worked, but not until after a powerful gush of hot, wet pee had shot out of her and into her pants. Fuck! June gasped. It almost burned, it felt so hot, and June could feel the wetness seeping into her underwear and the seat of her pants. She had instinctively put her hand down to add pressure to help her hold when the wave had hit, and she could feel the wetness on her fingers through her pants. Oh, no! What had she done?! She had peed in her underwear! Oh, God! Her cheeks burned as she felt the wetness at her crotch and on her seat. She wanted to touch it. Explore. Without allowing herself to think too much about it, June moved her hand inside her wet underwear. She hissed. Her clit was so swollen and sensitive! And she was so wet! Her entire sex was slick with her own juices, so different from the wetness added by the pee. She gently stroked herself and could not help a low moan. It felt so good! The unrelenting pressure from her bladder made her even more sensitive, and June had never been more turned on in her life. What if…? No! But it would probably… No! Or…? Could she? Ooh, she had to pee so badly! Fuck! Everything felt so damn good! As she continued to stroke her clit in slow, lazy circles, while keeping the pee just inside the opening, June hissed as she felt a spasm go through her entire midsection and a strong gush of pee suddenly flowed out under her fingers. She was peeing! Oh, God, she was really doing this again! It was happening! She was wetting herself! Fuck, it was so good! The wetness trickling out across her fingers immediately soaked into her underwear and started to pool on the seat under her butt. That was all June had time to observe before she was hit with a strong wave of pleasure, and her orgasm swept her away. It felt as if her entire being was being sucked in on itself and into a single point of pleasure under her fingers. Her eyes rolled back into her head, her entire body tensed, and all she could feel was the intense pleasure as her muscles contracted and released in a steady rhythm, and the warm flood against her fingers, pulsing in time with it. It was pure ecstasy. Only when it was over did June fully realize what she had done. As her orgasm faded, she gradually became consciously aware of the warm trickle against her fingers, which slowed and then stopped completely. Fuck! She had completely wet herself as she came! It had felt so good to release her pee into her orgasm that she had just kept going, not thinking about the mess. Blushing, despite being all alone, she pulled her hand out of her pants. It was soaking wet, and her fingertip was all pruny. The seat of her pants was soaked, and there was a giant puddle on the floor. Thank God her chair was not padded! There was a puddle on the seat, too, she noticed, when she stood up. The wet pants, cold against her skin now, clung to her legs as she waddled into the bathroom. She was almost too ashamed of herself to look in the mirror. Still blushing, she took her wet clothes off and threw them in the washing machine. Naked from the waist down, she got a towel and mopped up all the pee on and around her chair. Then she got an actual mop and cleaned everything thoroughly with soap and water before hopping in the shower to clean herself off. *** Chapter 2: A miscalculation Weeks later, June was still feeling conflicted about what she had done. She had not done that in years! She didn’t DO that anymore. She was an adult now! She felt like a freak, and wondered why she was not utterly disgusted with herself. She had peed all over herself and her chair like some degenerate … and had the best orgasm of her life to date. Why was she like this? She was never doing that again. She was never going to get a boyfriend if she acted like a perverted freak. What if someone found out and told everyone? In the evenings, alone in her flat, however, June could not keep herself away from the internet sites she had found. She read every message board. Every story. And slowly but surely, something happened. Inside, June became less ashamed. She became more accepting of herself. So she liked what she liked. She had *always* liked what she liked. There was no denying it. Why? That wasn’t important. It was what it was. She was an adult who sometimes … OK, quite often, actually … got turned on by the idea of peeing in her pants. As for telling someone? No. Nope! Nu-uh! NEVER! That part had not changed. June would still die of embarrassment if anyone found out. She was still a virgin, for fuck’s sake! At twenty-two, that was already a little weird, and if people found out that she… had… that she… liked… that she WET… Hell no! She was still sure OTHER people would find her disgusting if they knew. Nobody could know! Instead, June had taken to putting off going to the bathroom when she had to pee. Not if she thought there was a chance she wouldn’t be able to make it to a toilet in time, or if she wasn’t sure if she would be able to hide the signs that she needed to pee, but every now and then, she let herself get uncomfortably desperate to pee. A few months had passed since … what happened, and June had not let herself do … that … since. She had wanted to. God, she had wanted to! Every time she touched herself, that was what she thought of. All she wanted was to feel that mind-numbing, all-encompassing ecstasy again, but she had held back. What if she became dependent on it? What if she wouldn’t be able to get aroused without it? She did not want to be the *that* person. A freak. She already felt different enough. So she just put off going to the bathroom. She held her pee, feeling the urgent pressure build in her bladder until it was aching and begging for relief. It also made her tingly, albeit in a slightly different way. The anticipation of relief, thinking about the potential of wetting herself when her bladder was full meant her underwear was often wet. Never from pee, but wet all the same. And this was all in her head. (Well, and in her underwear.) Nobody could see that. Nobody would be able to find out her secret if it was all in her head, and there was no evidence. And people had to pee! Everybody. It was normal! And sometimes people were delayed from going to the bathroom for whatever reason, causing them to become rather desperate. That wasn’t freaky, it happened. June knew she was rationalizing, but she didn’t want to admit it to herself. She had been sitting in the library all afternoon after class, supposedly working on a paper, but for the past hour, she hadn’t been able to focus on anything but her need to pee. When she caught herself squirming in her seat, she decided it was time to go. Someone might see her squirm, realize why she was squirming, and then wonder why she didn’t just get up to go to the bathroom. She got up carefully. Fuck, the pressure was intense as she moved to stand up! She had to pee more than she thought! A wave of urgency washed over her, and June hissed under her breath. She actually had to do a little curtsy to stop herself leaking! Oh, no! This was bad. This was really, really bad! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck! She picked up her bag and quickly scurried out of the library. Walking helped a little, but she had to take itty bitty steps with her thighs pressed together, and, still, it felt like pee was about to come out. Panicking slightly, she looked around and found she was alone in the corridor outside the library. Quickly, she jammed a hand between her legs to put pressure on her opening and crossed her legs, bending almost double in a deep curtsy. Finally, the wave subsided. She was back in control, for now. June sighed. Fuck, that was close! How had she not realized how badly she needed to pee? She never waited THIS long! She made a beeline for the bathrooms, but to her absolute horror, they were closed for cleaning. Fuck! Almost dancing on the spot, but trying to be as discrete as possible, June considered her options. There were bathrooms in the history department two floors above her, but she did not think stairs were an option for her in this state, and the elevator was too far away in the other direction. There were some other bathrooms on this floor, but they were in the complete opposite direction from where she was going, and given how close to campus she lived, she could be halfway home by the time she got there. June was sure there were other bathrooms, too, some potentially quite close to her, but she wasn’t very familiar with this side of the campus, and she did not want to risk a fruitless, panicked search when she was this desperate. She had to find a bathroom NOW! Deciding (hoping!) that going home would be her best option, June prayed she could hold it and started walking as quickly as she dared, while still maintaining in control of her achingly full bladder. Oh, God, she had to pee! Why had she waited this long? She normally never let her holding get this out of hand, and she was feeling a rising panic that she might not be able to hold it. What if she couldn’t? Fuck! She could NOT let that happen! She had to hold it! She was in public! Someone could see her! She could absolutely not wet her pants in public! June breathed heavily. Oh, God! Her traitorous brain started conjuring up images of what would happen if she couldn’t hold it anymore, reminding her of how good it would feel to relax and how deliciously naughty it had felt to feel the warm wetness from her pee soak into the material of her pants… No! Fuck! June’s hand flew to her crotch, and she crossed her legs, stopping dead in the middle of the sidewalk. It had almost come out! She had almost leaked! June could feel her entire face turn a bright crimson, and she furtively looked around once she had regained control and was able to remove her hand from between her legs. There were no people close to her, and she didn’t think anyone had taken any notice of her. Thank God! June hurried along, quietly grateful that she had opted to live further from downtown but much closer to campus than her friends. It was more inconvenient on evenings and weekends, but rent was less expensive this far out, and she could afford her tiny studio flat without a roommate. And today it meant that her toilet was closer. If she could only reach it! As she almost sprinted into the driveway, she saw that her landlady’s car was gone. She was out. “Thank fuck!” June thought to herself. June’s studio flat in the back half of the basement had its own entrance, but she was completely unable to hide the fact that she was very close to wetting herself now, and she would have been mortified if her landlady had seen her hold herself between the legs from her upstairs windows. Dancing in place, with one hand firmly between her legs, June dug around in her bag for her key. Where was it?! “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” June whispered under her breath. With her bathroom and relief so close, her already dire need to pee seemed to be increasing exponentially. There! Her key! As she fumbled to get her key in the lock, she felt her control slipping. “No, no, no, no, no,” June whispered to herself. A tiny trickle found its way out into her panties. The wetness felt blazing hot against her skin. No! She was peeing! It was coming out! June gasped. With her hand still firmly pressed between her legs, she finally managed to get the door open and stumbled in. The trickle turned into a steady stream as she ran inside and threw her bag on the floor. Fuck! It was like a seal had ruptured and the dam had broken. She was powerless to stop the flood. She had the sense to quickly kick off her shoes, but then, like a deer in headlights, June just froze. She was peeing her pants! She had been unable to hold it anymore and pee had just come out! That had NEVER happened to her before! Not since she was four! For a good few seconds, she just stood frozen, peeing into her pants. After a little while, she could have stopped if she had tried, but her pants were soaked anyway and there was a giant puddle on the floor already. With burning cheeks, June just stood there, arms at her side, and continued to empty her entire bladder into her pants and onto the floor. Once the desperate, painful pressure and panic had subsided, euphoric relief set in, and June was able to actually take in and enjoy the sensation. Warm, wet pee cascaded down the insides of her legs, with wetness branching outward under her butt and at the tops of her thighs in the front, before adding to the already huge puddle she was standing in. Her wet pants were clinging to her legs in weird places and the feeling of wet fabric against her skin was very arousing to her. The relief, combined with the sensation of warm wetness soaking into the fabric of her pants, felt sooooo good! Looking down at her puddle and wet pants, June felt embarrassed and aroused at the same time. She had had an accident! She had secretly always wanted to have an accident, but now she wasn’t sure how she felt about it. The relief had felt amazing, but she had not been prepared for the panic and pain that preceded it. She had held too long and almost wet herself in public! Her heart was still racing from the panic she had felt outside, when she could feel her control slipping. What if she hadn’t been just outside her own door? What if she had been on campus still, trying to find a toilet, with people around, and she had started leaking into her pants? Someone could have SEEN her!!! In all of her fantasies over the years, that was an aspect she had never really considered. Someone could have SEEN HER! If someone had seen her WET herself, she’d absolutely die of embarrassment. She was a grown-ass woman now! An adult! Adults didn’t wet themselves! June pulled off her dripping socks, but kept her pants on as she found a mop to clean up her mess. Her pants had long since gone cold, and they clung awkwardly to her legs, wet as they were. It was not really a pleasant feeling, but the sensation was impossible to ignore, and her brain kept shouting at her: “You peed your pants! You wet yourself! You WET yourself!” And June found it oddly arousing to move, feeling the wet pantlegs constrict her legs. Before stripping off her wet clothes and jumping in the shower, she could not help but stick her hand down the front of her pants. Sinking to her knees in pleasure, she gently stroked her swollen clit. And, seeing as her pants could not possibly get any wetter at this point, she gave herself permission to give in to the urge she had been fighting for weeks — months even. When her orgasm approached, she relaxed completely, letting whatever pee her bladder had accumulated since her accident trickle across her fingers and into her already sodden pants as she came. *** Chapter 3, where we meet Johnny: A new direction June cut back on holding. Her near-public accident had spooked her, and she was too scared to risk that kind of exposure again. In the months that followed after her accident, she rarely held it, and hardly ever in public. Too risky. Then, by January, something had happened that made June swear off any “freaky” activities all together. She fell in love. Johnny was so cool, and so handsome. A mutual friend had introduced them, and June could not believe someone like him could be interested in her. They had so many interests in common, and they stayed up for hours, talking about anything and everything under the sun. June wanted to know everything there ever was to know about Johnny, and, amazingly, he seemed to want to know everything about her. But June never mentioned … that. NEVER that! Internally, June pretended she hadn’t ever even heard about that. She was no longer a virgin, though, a fact she was very pleased with. And sex was amazing! To think she had been worried about not being able to get aroused without that thing she had never even heard about! Turned out all she needed was someone sexy touching her in all the right places! Yeah, the new, rosy glow on her existence lasted all of four months. When spring rolled around, she found herself day-dreaming about … that … again. She was still very much in love with Johnny, and he with her, as far as she knew. That wasn’t it. It was just that some part of her was missing from her life now. She missed … that. She could no longer pretend to herself that … that … was something she had never even heard of. She missed it. She needed it. She didn’t think she could ever not have it in her life. She couldn’t imagine living out the rest of her life without … that. June eventually got real with herself; she couldn’t cut that part out of her life forever. It would never go away. Fuck! June cried herself to sleep that night. And the night after. Johnny would leave her for sure. He might be the love of her life, but if she did … that … he would find out, he would be disgusted, and then he would leave. He might also tell all of their friends how disgusting she was, and they would all be disgusted with her and laugh behind her back. Hell, they’d probably laugh in her face. She got so down on herself on day three that Johnny noticed something was up and asked her what was wrong. She broke down in hysterical crying and hid her face against his chest. He stroked her back and her hair and told her everything would be ok, whatever it was. There was no way it would be, but how could she explain? She couldn’t. There was no way. *** They were in Johnny’s car. They had already seen a movie, and now they were making out in the back seat. June was wearing her new dark blue jeans, and she was sitting astride Johnny on his lap, facing him. He was touching her in all the right places, and she was so turned on! But she also had to pee really bad, and sitting with her legs this far apart was making it hard to hold her pee in. But she would do it. She could hold it. She could hold it for Johnny. Her need to pee turned her on even more, and when Johnny suddenly started to touch her there, it was almost too much to bear. Ooooh, she wanted to relax and let her pee soak into her pants! Suddenly, she could think of nothing sexier than doing that on Johnny’s lap. Johnny would like that, right? Who wouldn’t like that? It was so warm and wet and naughty! And she had to pee sooo bad! It would feel so good to relax and get relief! Kissing Johnny deeply, June relaxed her muscles. She could feel her pants getting soaked, Johnny’s lap getting soaked, her pee just flooded out of her, but she was not feeling any relief. Strange. She kept going, but still no relief. Huh. Suddenly, she saw Johnny pull his hand away from her crotch and his face twist in surprise and disgust. “The fuck?! You’re PISSING on me?!?!” *** June bolted awake and sat straight up in bed, heart racing. Quickly, she put a hand down to feel her underwear. Dry. Thank fuck! Panting, she sank back against her pillow, all clammy with sweat. A dream. It had been a dream. Thank God. She’d dreamt about peeing a few times in the past, too, but she had never wet the bed. With Johnny sleeping beside her, June thanked every deity she could think of that that was still the case. Still, it took some time before she was able to fall asleep again. The following day, she and Johnny were having a lazy morning in bed. Neither of them had any obligations that day, and neither felt particularly like getting up. They had been talking, but June eventually fell quiet. This was it, her best opportunity. She was going to have to tell him. It felt safer to do that in bed, somehow. She didn’t have to look at him, see his face. It seemed easier. “Sweetheart?” Johnny said. “You OK?” “Yes and no,” said June. Her heart felt like it was about to beat its way out of her chest. “Listen, I need to tell you something. It’s personal and embarrassing, something I’ve never told anyone else EVER, and please don’t laugh. I don’t think I can bear it if you make fun of me.” She was close to crying. “What is it, babe?” Johnny said. “You can tell me anything!” “Will you promise me you’ll keep an open mind?” June said, her voice shaking. “Of course! I promise.” Johnny said. “Whatever it is. I love you.” “It’s to do with sex,” said June, blushing crimson and hiding her face against Johnny’s chest. “Nothing to do with you or anyone else!” she added quickly, as she lifted her face briefly and saw the confusion and worry on Johnny’s face. “It’s about me. I, uh….” Her courage failed her. How could she tell him?! How could she tell him about this embarrassing, freaky side to her that he had no reason to suspect she had? “Juney, babe!” Johnny said. “What is it? Is it about something you want me to do?” “No!” she quickly said. “No! You’re great! It’s… I mean, I… I…” Words failed her again, and she once more hid her face against his chest. “Take your time,” he said. “Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s not as bad as you think.” “But it is!” she said, close to tears again now, the words coming out muffled against his chest. “I… There… I… I… like something. It… turns me on. I like… to…” His slow and steady breathing moved her burning face up and down where it rested on his chest. Not daring to look up at him, and with her heart racing like a rabbit’s inside her chest, she continued in a whisper: “I like… to wet myself… pee my pants, I mean… like… on purpose.” He said nothing. The cat was out of the bag. She had told him her deepest, darkest secret, a secret she had told no one else in her entire life. Still hiding her face against his chest, she decided to lay it all bare for him. She loved him, and her heart now lay firmly in his hand. He could crush it into a million pieces, or he could make it soar. “Sometimes… I do it while I touch myself, and it makes me come harder,” she added. Still, he said nothing, though June thought she could feel his heart beating faster inside his chest. Slowly, gently, he put his finger under her chin and lifted her face from his chest, making her look up at him. There was no disgust on his face. Just curiosity. “Thank you for telling me,” he said. “I would never laugh at you for telling me what you like. I will admit, it was not what I expected. I thought you were going to tell me you wanted a threesome, or that you had been faking your orgasms or something. I was terrified! I love you, Juney. This is… I haven’t… Will you tell me more about it?” So June did. Johnny listened. He did not laugh at her. He said he wanted to know more. June asked if there was something he liked that he hadn’t told her about, and Johnny sheepishly shared that he really liked a finger in his butt when he was about to come. He told her he had never told anyone that before, because he didn't think straight men were supposed to want anything going into their butt. He hadn’t told her, because he had been afraid she would laugh at him or think he was secretly gay and hiding it from her or something. They continued talking until they were starving before they got out of bed. June didn’t think it was possible to love Johnny more than she already did, but here she was. She had told him. She had told him her deepest, darkest, embarrassing secret and he hadn’t laughed at her. *** Around a week later, Johnny shot her a look, one eyebrow cocked, when they were having dinner. He had a devilish grin on his face, and his eyes were full of mischief. “You want to do something tonight?” he asked. “Do what?” June asked. “I was thinking. Would you be willing to skip going to the bathroom before the movie and just hold it until after? For me? I’ll get you a large soda.” Johnny’s eyes sparkled. They were going to see the Matrix after dinner. June could not believe what she was hearing. They had not talked about her secret (or his, for that matter) since that lazy morning in bed. Secretly, she had wanted to suggest something, but she didn’t know how to bring it up. Now Johnny was making suggestions? She could feel herself getting a little turned on just from the thought. “Ok.” Her eyes sparkled too. By the time they arrived at the movie theater, June kind of already needed to pee a little. Her stomach was full of butterflies, but she resolutely walked right past the bathrooms and they found their seats inside. Johnny had, as promised, bought her a large soda. They had bought seats near the exit, because June had nervously explained to him before they got there that if she started to panic, they needed to leave immediately. She did NOT want to risk an accident in public. “How are you doing?” Johnny whispered in her ear when the lights dimmed. “I already have to pee,” June whispered back, before she took a nervous sip of her soda. She had never had anyone else be aware of her need to pee before. It felt strange, but also a little arousing. “I hope I can hold it!” She was already getting turned on. June quickly got absorbed in the movie — it was amazing! — and kept sipping at her soda. Soon, however, her soda was empty and she started to find it difficult to concentrate on what was happening on the screen. Her bladder was filling up at an alarming rate, and she was getting increasingly uncomfortable. She tried to squirm in her seat as discretely as possible, but Johnny could not have been focusing on the movie at all, because he immediately leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Are you ok? Do you have to pee?” “Yeah, I have to go really bad!” June whispered back, pressing her thighs together as tightly as she could. “I’m ok, though. I can hold it. I think.” “There’s about 45 minutes left of the movie,” Johnny whispered a few minutes later when June squirmed in her seat again. “Can you make it?” June was no longer sure she could. Her large soda was filling up her bladder much faster than she had anticipated. She already had her thighs pressed together, and she really wanted to put her hand down to hold herself! Nobody was sitting near them, and this whole thing had been Johnny’s idea, so… June put her hand down between her legs and put pressure on her opening. That felt good. Desperate to pee though she was, June got more aroused. She thought she heard Johnny draw a sharp breath next to her, but couldn’t be sure. “I don’t know,” she whispered, truthfully. “I have to go soooo bad! I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to hold it. Maybe. I’m ok for now.” Five minutes later, however, she knew she would not be able to last until the end of the movie. And having to walk out at the same time as all the other people? Forget it. She might lose control right in front of everyone. Everyone would see. Everyone would KNOW. “We need to leave,” she whispered to Johnny. “I have to pee so badly, I can’t make it until the end of the movie. I might wet myself!” Just saying the words out loud was immensely arousing. She had never said it out loud before. She had been aroused since before they got here, but her arousal was increasing almost as quickly as her need to pee. She still had her hand between her legs. “Ok, let’s go,” Johnny whispered back. “Just so you know, I’ve been watching you squirm and hold yourself, and it’s sexy as hell.” He got up and held his hand out for her to take. Getting up put pressure on her bladder, and she hissed as she had to take a little curtsy to remain in control. Fuck, she had to pee! Once out in the empty hallway outside the theater, Johnny leaned in and spoke softly in her ear. “Do you want to go straight to the bathroom now, or do you think you can make it home when it’s just the two of us in the car? Either way, I’m fucking you as soon as we get home, because watching you squirm around like that, knowing it turns you on, is so damn sexy, I can’t stand it.” It was the sexiest thing June had ever heard. “I don’t know. I really am desperate. I think I can hold it,” June said, hesitantly. “But what if I can’t? What if it starts coming out and I can’t stop? What if I pee all over your car seat?” “The seats have slip covers,” Johnny said, grinning. “They can be washed. Don’t worry about it.” His eyes glittered. June blushed. “Ok, then. I think I can hold it,” she whispered, heart hammering. The drive to her studio wasn’t long, but June thought she was going to explode. The pain and pressure were becoming unbearable, every bump in the road sending a painful stab up into her bladder. As much as she wanted to enjoy this entirely new situation, her arousal was waning. “Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God,” she whispered under her breath. She crossed her legs and shoved a hand down to put pressure on her opening. “It’s almost coming out! I don’t know how long I can hold it!” She had been this desperate only once in her life, and, knowing how that had ended, she was starting to panic. “Hang on, babe!” Johnny said to her. “We’re almost there. Hang on.” June hissed as a strong wave of urgency washed over her. Despite clenching with every muscle in her body, she could feel a little trickle of pee slip past her defenses and soak into her pants. “Oh, no! No, no, no!” she squeaked, panicking now. “It’s coming out! I’m peeing! I can’t hold it!” “We’re here!” Johnny almost shouted, as his car skidded to a stop outside June’s house. He ran around to June’s side and tore open the door. “Are you ok, baby? Can I do anything? Can I help?” June scrunched up her face in concentration as she fought to gain control of her bladder again. Her entire body shook with the effort, but she finally managed. Though not before a substantial leak had forced its way out. Her entire crotch was wet against her hand, which she still had firmly pressed against her opening. The seat of her pants had an unmistakable wet spot, as did the car seat, June noticed, as she got out. “Some pee came out,” she said to Johnny, her voice still a little panicked. “I couldn’t stop it! It got all over your car seat, I’m so sorry!” “Don’t worry about it, it’s fine,” Johnny said. “Are you ok?” June was not ok. She still had to pee. A LOT! The little gush had done almost nothing to take the edge off, and she was still fighting with every muscle she had to keep the flood at bay. “I still have to pee so badly!” June whimpered. “I don’t think I can hold it!” She danced on the spot, holding herself with both hands now. Her control was slipping, she could feel it. “Let’s get you inside,” Johnny said, and took her by the elbow, gently leading her toward her front door, while June danced around, curtsied and still held herself with both hands. She was so close! She just needed to get inside! Inside was safe, nobody could see her inside! She just had to hold it a little longer! Johnny already had her key out and ready, opening the door for her when June felt her bladder spasm and pee started to trickle out into her pants, completely beyond her control. She just froze on the spot and whimpered. “It’s coming out! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I’m peeing! I can’t hold it!” Despite clenching as hard as she could, pee was still trickling out under her hand. The steady trickle soon became a flood, and June hissed as she lost the battle. Hot, wet pee gushed into her pants. She pulled her hand away. It was no use anymore. She had lost control. The pee flowed out in a T-shape at the top of her thighs and also spread outward under her butt cheeks in the back. Her torrent of pee raced down the insides and backs of her thighs and splashed noisily on the front steps to her flat. “I can’t stop! Fuck! I can’t stop! It’s just coming out!” June whispered, not daring to look up at Johnny. Johnny just watched her, eyes wide, as June just stood there, absolutely flooding her pants right in front of him. After about fifteen seconds, June was able to pinch off the stream. Standing in a puddle of her own making, she blushed as she looked up at Johnny. No longer panicking and feeling quite relieved, she felt a rush of arousal again at what she had done. She had wet herself in front of Johnny! He had been the one to suggest holding it, knowing what might happen, but June’s heart raced as she met Johnny’s eyes. What if it hadn’t been what he expected? What if he wasn’t ok with it after all? What if he was disgusted? “Well, I almost made it,” she said. Johnny said nothing. He just pulled her towards him and kissed her deeply. “I love you,” he said to her. “That was unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. You were so vulnerable with me just now. It was extremely hot. Are you ok?” She nodded and kissed him back, still blushing a little, but her heart started to slow down. At least he didn’t seem disgusted. It felt very awkward to be held in a tight embrace, being kissed when she had just lost control and flooded her pants right in front of the man she loved. It was the second time in her adult life she had lost control and wet herself without being able to stop it. She should be embarrassed, but… “Are you… turned on…?” he whispered. Blushing even more, she nodded sheepishly. “So fucking hot,” he whispered, almost to himself, as he pulled her inside and shut the door behind them. Kissing her deeply, Johnny removed her jacket and shrugged out of his own. June kicked off her sneakers. They had gotten drenched when she lost control, so she would have to wash them, she reminded herself. Later. She’d wash them later. Johnny pulled her into the bathroom and took off her shirt and bra, cupping her breasts in his hands as he kissed her. She made to start taking her wet pants off, but he stopped her. “Wait,” he said, and spun her around, so that her back was against him and they were facing the full-length mirror. He pulled her in close to him and kissed her on the neck. “Johnny!” she said, “I’m soaked! Your clothes will get wet!” “Don’t worry about it,” he said and pulled her even closer. “I want to try something.” He kissed her neck again and slid his hand down into her wet pants. June gasped. He found her clit and stroked it gently. “Oooh,” he said, grinning as he kissed her neck again, and his fingers explored her. His eyes glittered as they met June’s in the mirror. “This is a different kind of wetness, now, isn’t it?” June moaned and could not help but to thrust her hips against his hand. Fuck! Was this really happening? June reached a hand up behind Johnny’s neck and arched into his touch. This was something she could not have even imagined in her wildest dreams. Johnny kissed her neck and pinched her right nipple with his left hand. His right hand was still inside her pants, where he kept stroking her clit. June forgot all about trying not to get Johnny’s clothes wet and leaned back into him. She could feel his erection against her backside. Her wet pantlegs clung to her as she widened her stance to give Johnny’s hand better access, the odd constriction of her wet pantlegs reminding her of what she had just done. Fuck, this felt so good! Nothing had ever felt this good! “Tell me something, sexy,” Johnny said softly into her ear, his voice a deep, husky rumble. “Did you lose it all back there, or do you still have to pee?” June’s arousal soared and she moaned again, leaning into Johnny. “I managed to stop myself and hold it,” she said, blushing again, as she could not help but thrust her hips into Johnny’s touch with a little whimper. “I still have to pee.” “Well, then…” She could feel Johnny’s grin as he kissed her neck again. “I remember you saying something about coming harder when you pee. Will you come hard for me, sweetheart?” Oh, fuck, was this really happening? June had never wanted anything more in her life. She was so turned on, she could barely stand it, and now she had … permission? She met his eyes in the mirror. “It’s just fluids, sweetheart,” he said, and shrugged, his eyes almost black with lust as he looked at her. “I want you to let yourself go and come hard on my hand.” June just nodded. She closed her eyes and leaned back against him again, as Johnny continued his lazy circles over her clit. Her bladder was still relatively full. She could have held it, but Johnny had asked her not to. He had asked her not to!! She relaxed her muscles and let her pee creep lower, toward her opening, and as always, when she did that, the sense of urgency shot up. She hissed. Did she dare? Without thinking too much about it, she let a little bit of pee slip past, before she immediately clamped down on her muscles again. There was a strong gush, warming her already wet pants, and she could not help but moan softly. Johnny drew a sharp breath, but did not stop his slow and gentle massage of her clit. “That’s it, sweetheart,” he said. “Come for me, sexy. Just let it go.” June could feel her orgasm approaching like a runaway freight train. She was so turned on, her entire sex throbbed and ached. She had wet herself in front of Johnny and he hadn’t run. He hadn’t laughed. He had accepted her. She felt safe with him. She loved him. He loved her. He had his HAND inside her wet pants and he… Fuck, that felt good! Johnny’s fingers moved a little more insistently, more demanding. She moaned again. Her bladder ached for relief, and she stopped fighting it. She let go of her control and relaxed, gushing into her pants. It was so warm and wet! Johnny drew another sharp breath as soon as the flood of pee hit his fingers, but he did not stop. He held her tightly against him, and she could still feel the hard pressure of his erection against her butt through their pants. “Fuck!” June said, moaning. “Fuck, that feels good! Oh, God. Fuck! Yes! I’m coming!” She could feel her entire body begin to spasm. Her eyes rolled back and her entire being was sucked in, reduced to that single spot of ecstasy under his touch. The world was nothing but that all-encompassing pleasure and the warm, wet river flowing out of her. Eyes closed, she breathed heavily and kept going as she returned to her body, emptying her bladder completely. Awash in hormones from her orgasm, June luxuriated in her euphoria and relief, a stupid grin on her face. Johnny had stopped moving his fingers when she came, but he did not remove his hand, even as the last drops of June’s long-held pee trickled over his fingers. He still held her tight, his other arm firmly around her waist. When it was over, they simply stood there, in their embrace, for a little while. June opened her eyes and met Johnny’s in the mirror. “Oops?” she said, grinning sheepishly. He grinned back at her and kissed her neck again. “That…” he said. “Was HOT! You gave yourself entirely over to me just now, and I have never seen anything sexier in my entire life.” “I made a mess, though… and I peed all over your hand…” June said, starting to feel a little embarrassed now that it was all over, looking at her dripping wet pants and the giant puddle on the floor. “I don’t care, it’s just pee,” Johnny said. “It’s mostly water anyway, and we can clean it up.” “Listen to me,” he said and lifted her chin up with the hand that she hadn’t just peed all over, making her meet his eyes. “That was you. All of you. And I got to be here, to have you, to be the one to give that to you. Please don’t be embarrassed. I love you.” And then he kissed her. ***

View File JAV - NHDTB-695 - School girl desperation and sex New release with lots of desperation! There's plenty of sex and squirting as well. How these girls go from hopping up and down doing pee pee dances to sex for a while is 'beyond me 😉 Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 01/08/2023 Category JAV Collections  

long time lurker its my first time posting here, just wanted to share a hot experience i had with my amazing bf who isnt into omorashi, doesnt know i am either, but this situation was god sent to me. im new to posting so if anything is breaking the rules or is too inappropriate or whatever sorry lol so im very into piss and bladder desperation and last night after a night out with drinks naturally things got heated and he was way more vocal than usual, grunting and moaning more and more every time he thrust against me and twitching inside me in a way that i could tell was a bit more intense than usual, but i blamed it on alcohol and that we hadn't had sex in 2 days. then as i was riding him full on making the bed creak he grabs my hips and practically begs me to stop for a moment, his words: "I'm so sorry, I didn't want to interrupt us at first in case you got bummed out but I'm can't hold it any longer than this" and i swear i involuntarily grinded a few more times on him and came immediately. I was able to pass it off as playful teasing and told him sorry but I was so close he was so sweet and was like no it's okay, sorry im stopping at a time like this and he immediately went for the bathroom and i got to hear him piss like a racehorse. Needless to say i was so horny at all of this and also felt a bit bad for him because he apologized again, saying he'd been holding it since we left the bar and couldn't wait anymore and i was just trying my best to not reveal how hot this is to me because i havent really talked to him about my fetish because like i said i doubt he would even come close to consider it, aside from some things I've said playfully and he thinks im joking. Let me tell you though to me... he definitely seemed to enjoy it even more than usual, i could tell from his twitching and his moans 😉

View File KTDV-231 Outside Nudes & Golden Showers -15 Exhibitionist Women KTDV-231 Outside Nudes & Golden Showers -15 Exhibitionist Women Submitter EmmaWees Submitted 12/04/2022 Category JAV Collections  

A/N: This story will include sex/masturbation from BOTH SEXES!! At the top of each section I will include a warning if there is sex, and if it includes men in detail, and there will be ** next to the paragraph(s) that include it so it can be skipped if wanted. ALSO this is completely fictional and a fantasy! Please don’t do this to real hotels, speaking as someone who works in one, our housekeepers don’t want to clean up after this! I chew my lip as a nervous habit, and right now, it’s swollen. I signed up online, months ago, for a “special getaway” to a hotel in Florida that is hosting a VIP Event. I never thought I’d get chosen to attend, and once I saw that I was I immediately put down the deposit. It was a bit expensive, but that’s to be expected for an event of this nature. Heavy discretion, clean up, and set up. I close my suitcase full of sundresses, bathing suits, panties, and casual clothes and head to the airport. the plane ride was mostly uneventful, though by the end I was feeling a need to pee. Not urgent at all, as it was only a three hour plane ride, but a nice, comfortable urge. I pulled my skirt down a bit as I stood and adjusted my white blouse, exiting the plane. As I waited for my luggage, I squeezed my legs together as my Arousal rose higher. I was finally going to get to indulge in my “interests” with other people, and maybe find someone I can share it with forever. How many people would attend? How much of the hotel can we use? My brain spun as I thought of all Possibilities, and between my legs got more and more wet by the second. the hotel was a forty five minute drive from the airport, and as I waited for my Uber my need got slightly more dire. I bounced my leg as I waited on the bench, enjoying the warm Florida air. I sipped on my Dr. pepper as I sat, hoping it would add to my urge. Soon enough, my Uber arrived and I entered, greeting the driver and turning my attention to my phone. Part of the instructions were to let the hosts know we were driving there, so I let them know I was about 45 minutes out. “What brings you to Florida?” My driver smiled at me in the mirror, a handsome man probably mid twenties. He had dark hair that matched his eyes, and a beard that brought out his white smile. “I’m here for a special event with some.. friends.” Hopefully, we’d be friends by the end. If not more. He nodded and smiled again, as you do in a customer service position. “Well, I hope you have fun. I will also be staying at this hotel for a while. Just finishing up my shift first.” Our eyes met in the rear view mirror again as my clit gained a heartbeat. It had been so long since I last felt the touch of a man on me, and to have the buildup of whatever wet activities we wanted beforehand… ”What made you want to come?” He asked and I bit my lip. You. “Oh, god, everything.” I gushed, and felt this face heat up at how excitable I sounded. “I wanted to find people like me. And do it. Freely.” his smirk killed me, and I added him to a mental list of people I needed to get to know more intimately before the trip was over. “Me too. I wanted to be able to just. Go fucking wild, yknow?” **oh, I knew. I knew I wanted him, and I wanted to pee. Not in a toilet, but in his lap. I bit down on my lip and squeezed my thighs together again, both out of a rising desperation, and to her just any friction between my legs. I fantasized about my Uber driver, straddling him and having his hands all over me as we kissed. I’d grind myself into him, my pink tennis skirt falling just past my ass, pretty white panties with lace, feaux innocence. He’d suck on my neck and I’d moan, leaking into my panties barely enough to show a stain. Moving against each other, my legs unable to close, eventually I’d lose control and wet on his cock, my panties turning see through and his jeans darkening with my piss. I’d feel him harden underneath me even more as I wet us both, my skirt getting weighed down on the edges that my pee touched. When I finished, my warm pee having soaked us both, he’d slide my wet panties to the side and I’d ride him, his piss covered cock slamming into me. My wet skirt would slap against my ass as I bounced on him, releasing a little more as i always do minutes later onto us both. Eventually, he’d cum in me, creating another hot mess id love to have. I swallowed, hard, trying to compose myself to answer. “Yeah. I get it.” I wanted to talk to him more, but I also didn’t want to come off as too forward. I didn’t know how up front to be, or who would be okay with what, and as of right now, he’s still my uber driver. Hopefully later, he would be a hot fuck session, but for now I had to respect him and try to be professional. “so, are you open to sex with the people here?” well, if he’s going to start the conversations, it would be rude not to answer. “Yes, are you?” God, I wanted him to say yes. My bladder was full now, I’d have used the bathroom twenty minutes ago if these were normal circumstances. But, they most definitely were not. He nodded, eyeing me in the mirror. “I most definitely am. Hoping for it, actually.” I could have came right there, between the anxiety-arousal surrounding being so desperate so far from a toilet, the anticipation of the events at the hotel, and the idea of fucking someone, ANYONE who longed for this like I did. “How much farther?” I put a hand between my legs, pressing against my crotch. I did my best not to actively touch myself in this strangers car, but the bumps in the road and how horny and desperate i was made it difficult to deny the temptations. “I really have to pee.” ”oh honey that’s not even fair.” He half laughed at me, leaning back casually to drive with one hand. “I still have a few more hours before I get to see you do that, don’t tease me.” ”I can show you plenty later, I promise.” I couldn’t help but rub myself a little under my skirt. It did help a bit with the desperation, as well, which only worsened with each passing second. “But really, how close are we?” he glanced down at his phone gps. “Five minutes. Think you can hold it?” I laughed, which made me have to press down harder on my crotch. “Yes, I can, trust me. I’ve been much worse off before.” ”you can tell me about those times later, in my room.” He paused. “Your name is Abigail, correct? That’s who it said the Uber was for.” ”yes, and I’m sorry I don’t remember your name.” ”it’s alright. It’s Ethan, I’m sure you’ll be screaming it later, so it’s good to know.” The Uber stopped before the hotel as he finished those promising words, and I almost didn’t have the strength to stand. “Promise?” ”id never lie to a pretty woman.” and with that, I edited the Uber, and looked up at my accommodations for the next few weeks. A gorgeous glass building with green gardens, and a lovely overhang. I saw pools to either side, and knew there was a beach behind it. I entered the doors to a beautiful lobby as well, with marble floors and a waterfall in the center. Signs stating “Omorashi Festival” with pamphlets below were plentiful, along with “21+ signs. I approached the front desk where quickly, the young woman in a black dress asked for my name. “Abigail Evans. For the festival.” she smiled tightly as she typed into the computer. “Welcome, Miss Evans. May I see a ID please?” I danced slightly as I bent down into my luggage for my wallet, my need now urgent. I found my drivers license quickly and handed it to her, trying to be discreet about my need. Then I realized, I don’t have to be here. I shoved a hand between my legs, waiting for my license back. the girl looked at me, handing my my license and a small packet, along with a bigger one. “The small packet has keys and drink vouchers. The big packet is a consent form work rules, please fill it out and return it to me before participating. Would you like to know where the restrooms are?” I grinned as I looked into her eyes, shaking my head. “No, thank you. I won’t be needing them.” END OF CHAPTER ONE! I hope you all like the premise of this! Please let me know if you have any feedback/requests!!

Unfortunately, due to work and family situations, it only happens a few times a year that me and my partner S get the chance to spend a whole weekend together on our own. There´s so many things we´d like to do together. We could record music, plan an art exhibition, watch a ton of great movies, or go for a long hike in the wild nature. But what we always end up doing is to engage in our fetishes. We have one each. So we dress up and pee our pants, sometimes at home, sometimes in another town. You need to know what to prioritize. This weekend started with a four hour train ride, checking in at the hotel and some recovery. I had a stomach ache at first, while the stress slowly faded away. It gave room for excitement and tension. All those ideas I couldn´t really think of when I was in the middle of all that work stress started to steam. We lay on the bed and made some plans for the following day. This was going to be good. But first, our standard evening activity. Leave our jeans and hoodies on the floor, dress up in suits and go out. The three piece grey suit was my (or probably my partner´s) choice for the night. We had a drink at one bar, and then moved to another one. I hadn´t been to the bathroom for a while (of course) and was starting to feel signals from my bladder already in the first bar, but then it eased down. We had some great food at the second bar, a popular and cozy place, except for the bad music they played. When we were done there and went for a walk my bladder was well ready for some fun. We walked along the waterside, and I spurted a little bit into my pants every time we stopped to make out. Hard to say how desperate I actually was. I probably could have held it without too much effort, but I had no such self discipline. When we started to walk back to the hoteI I could feel that the wetness had soaked through my pants in the crotch, but S said that nothing showed. We stopped one last time to kiss before leaving the walking path and cross the street, and I took the chance to wet a little more. Just a little… One second, two seconds. I stopped when I felt the chilly trickles down my legs, almost reaching my shoes. We were almost at the hotel when S saw a sign of a grocery store and remembered that he needed something from there. To visit a store after having wet my grey suitpants hadn´t been a part of my plans for tonight, but I didn´t resist. S checked me up again from behind in the streetlights, and once again said he saw nothing, and I thought that if he, who was looking for it, didn´t see anything, then I was probably safe. But once inside the store he strolled behind me again, and… “hey… I think you should know that…” “Don´t tell me NOW that it shows…” “It does. Let´s just do this quickly.” There weren´t many people in the store, but it was still a bit stressful. I tried to act causal while at the same time trying not to turn my back against people. I´m not dead scared of being seen with a wet spot on my pants, but right when it happens, when I find myself in a situation I can´t really escape, I do feel nervous, and I definitely don´t want anyone to see. I don´t know if someone did this time. S claims it´s a good camouflage to be dressed up like that, because my whole appearance is what people are looking at… But I guess that depends on what kind of fetishist you are. On the way to our hotel room we didn´t meet any more people. S was now getting desperate to pee and said we´d better take the elevator. “As long as it doesn´t get stuck”, I said, “but then we both know the deal”. I have told him about this fantasy I have that if the two of us ever get stuck in an elevator while he´s desperate, I´ll happily let him pee in my pants instead of his own to save him from the embarrassment. We realized though that it wouldn´t have been such a brilliant idea in this elevator that had transparent walls, so maybe it was good that the elevator didn´t stop. Once in the room, while S rushed into the bathroom, I checked my behind in the mirror. There certainly was a darker shadow on my butt and crotch, but it wasn´t that bad really. The night ended like it should. A full pantswetting in the shower, sex, clean-up and bed. If that night was our normal “vanilla” thing, the next day would be more psychologically challenging and adventurous to us. A kinky relationship opens up for so many “first times”, and apparently we never run out of them. We took it slow and easy with the breakfast and morning routines, but then it was time to go out. S started to pick his outfit for the day, and then I said “well, I´d better be gearing up too”. But this time didn´t mean dressing up in his fetish gear, the shirt, tie and suit. Instead I nervously picked up a pull-up from my backpack. S smiled when he saw it. I had told him the day before that this was something I wanted to do with him, but Since I had never involved him in this exploration before I felt a bit insecure about it, but also excited. This would also be my first time wetting a diaper in public. Even if pantswetting has been my main interest, I´ve had some fantasies about diapers too. I have just needed some time to accept it and find out what it´s all about. I´m still in that process, I guess. I slipped into the diaper, and put on my underwear, showing S that it was hardly visible. Also with tight jeans on, this thin pull-up didn´t show as my jeans were still a bit baggy in the crotch. We took the bus to a shopping mall with secondhand stores just outside the town, and there we looked around, found some stuff to buy, and had a coffee. I didn´t need to pee yet, but just wearing the diaper all this time, feeling it, knowing I could pee anytime I wanted to, was such a comfy feeling. And to know that my partner knew I was wearing it. We were both in that kind of nice and slow fetish buzz, as if we had taken the same drug. When I first started trying diapers I expected them to give me the same feelings that I get from omo play (and tended to be disappointed), but that isn´t really fair. With omo, especially in public, so much is about planning how to get away with it, the nervousness about getting the timing right, measuring the desperation level, the imagined humiliation, the inconvenience of the wet pants and feeling them against my skin. I love that. But wearing a diaper is like the opposite of all this, and I have realized it gives me an experience that I don´t get during omo play. Something more chill, slow and relaxed without all that focus on exactly when, how and where those seconds of peeing will take place. It´s interesting, still a bit of a conflict for me, and I love my partner for being so sweet and supportive about something that has been tricky for me to be honest about, even with him. We left that place to go to a shopping centre at another bus stop, but the rain started pouring down, and the stores weren´t the ones we expected, so we just got back up on the bus without even leaving the bus stop. Even with this fail we were just happy. I could feel a slight need to pee, but the desperation took it´s time to grow, and I felt no restlessness about it. Back in town we went to a couple of other clothing stores, and now I was ready. I started intentionally leaking, in the middle of the store with lots of people around. A little bit every time we stopped to look at something. And a little bit more. S found himself a two piece suit that he wanted to try, and we went to the fitting room. While S tried it on and was happy to see it was a perfect fit for a great price, I was standing there wetting myself in slow spurts, feeling the heat pool around me before it got absorbed by the pull-up. It was nice to do it slowly and a little bit at a time, but I didn´t really need to be that careful. In case of a diaper leak, I had jeans with great absorbance, and I had a long rain coat that would cover the patch. This was a wetting with 0 % risk taking. We made one last stop at the pharmacy and I peed some more at the checkout. Then we went back to the hotel room. The diaper had swelled quite a lot of course, but it hadn´t leaked a drop. Even the seams of my underwear were still dry. And now that I had the chance to put my hands inside my pants I realised I was horny as hell. Perfect. I decided to save this tension for our next adventure, and we just took a shower. If you´re familiar with BDSM-terms and hear the word “switch” you probably think about switching between the dominant and submissive positions, but when me and my partner first started talking about doing switch scenarios long ago, we had something different on our mind. Our plan was to switch fetishes. This means in one of the scenarios I would be the suit fetishist instead of my partner, and in the other one he´d be the omo-lover instead of me. A serious and intimate role play, as a way of changing the dynamics and getting to know each other even better. We have already spent so much time inviting each other into what turns us on, talking for hours and joining in the practice, finding our own ways of liking it. Now ready for the next step, this isn´t supposed to be just one scenario, but many. Today we were going to make the first try. In scenario A, my boyfriend was invited to a wedding with a strict dress code, and since he wasn´t used to dressing up he had borrowed some clothes from his brother. Me, his girlfriend and secretly a suit fetishist, had offered him some help, all excited about it of course, but trying not to let it show. Carefully and a little hesitant I picked an outfit for him. The black pants. The blue shirt. I helped him with the buttons. I picked a vest for him and a matching tie. And then as I slowly succeeded to do a nice necktie knot, everything got even more intense. All that pent up sexual energy from my earlier wetting adventure was combined with the many memories of my partner starting to shake in front of me with his full focus on me and my clothes. The fire within me found it´s right direction and the switch was complete. The desire and attraction was so big I had goose bumps on my arms. And it couldn´t be hidden, of course. My scenario partner didn´t fully understand what was going on with me, but he liked to see me like that and responded to it. While we took some photos and had him try another outfit, the tension just kept growing between us, leading us straight to the bed, where we fucked, as a great and inevitable ending to our first and very successful switch scenario. Sobering up after sex we realised we were really hungry so we made ourselves ready for our night out, now both of us dressing up. The dinner at the eritrean restaurant was fantastic, and the drinks we had at the first bar too. In the second bar they made them all too sweet, but I didn´t care much about the taste of my drink because I hadn´t been to the bathroom all night, had been a bit desperate already on the walk between the bars, and now I was all excited and ready for Switch scenario B. An omo-lover in the closet having his dreams come true as his girlfriend is having an accident… Almost too much of an omo-cliché. We all know which website that inspiration comes from. What I was going to do to stage this accident, I had done before, and I knew it would work out just fine, but I was still a bit nervous. When our drinks were almost finished I complained about being more desperate than I thought, and went to the bathroom in the back of the pub. I locked the door. I sat down on the toilet. I peed. Everything good, except for the little detail that I didn´t take my pants off. I just peed right through them. It felt weird to hear the sound of my pee stream hit the water while at the same time my underwear became warm and wet, but the relief was nice. Once finished peeing I stayed seated to let the last drops fall. I was standing up a bit too early and could feel some pee that hadn´t yet made it through the fabric drip down the inside of my legs. A few drops landed on my shoes and the floor, and I wiped them off, and tried to see in the mirror if something showed on my pants. As always my black suit pants didn´t let me down. Nothing seemed to show. But still it was a big rush to unlock the door to let someone else in, and then make my way through the crowded bar, after having peed a full bladder into my pants. Now it was playtime, Switch scenario B had started. “Let´s go now” I told my partner. “Are we going already? Alright.” he said, and we left, while I tried to compose myself, knowing I was way too shiny with excitement for the character I was supposed to play, someone who just had an embarrassing accident that didn´t turn her on at all. Out on the street my boyfriend was confused. “What´s wrong? I thought we were gonna stay out all night” “Sorry… But I kind of messed things up a bit…” “What do you mean?” “ Have you ever had that experience… You know, when you really need to pee and then you finally get to a bathroom and it´s getting hard to hold it just because you´re so close?” “Yeah, of course…” “Well, it happened. I got wet. I need to change.” “What? Did you wet yourself?” He looked almost chocked. “Just a little, but…” “Go ahead, let me see…” He went behind to see if something was visible. Then he asked me again what exactly happened. I waited until the people passing by were further away and then I explained that the only bathroom was occupied, and I had been squirming a bit outside the door. Then it opened and I had rushed inside and was just about to pull my pants down when I realized I couldn´t because I was wearing suspenders that I would have to get off first, and in that moment the pee just started coming. I managed to stop the flow so that I could finally get my pants down to pee the rest, but some damage was already done to my pants. My boyfriend listened to my story with big interest. I had decided that my own character would be one that was outspoken and not particularly humiliated by this event. A bit embarrassed but laughing it off. And also confused when suddenly in the hotel room my boyfriend asked if he could feel with his hand how wet I was. “You don´t have to… well, alright…” He touched the wet fabric in my crotch and now it was obvious something was going on with him… He was way too excited. I took my pants off and showed him my light blue panties. There was a huge soaked patch reaching from the front and almost all way up my ass to the back. “Oh my god, you´ve wet yourself a lot!” he said, and couldn´t get his eyes off my underwear. Not his hands either. “You know this is pee, and not lubrication, right?”, I smiled. “Yes. I´m sorry you had an accident, and this might seem weird, but… I find this really hot”, he admitted. He started to explain, that this was a thing he had often been fantasizing about, but never had the courage to talk about. I asked him a few questions and he replied. I was surprised and puzzled about this whole situation, but not put off. “If this can make you happy, well then at least it was good for something…” I said, amused by the look of his face. He was hypnotized by my wet underwear. When he started touching me I allowed my character to become just as turned on as I was myself. We put some protection on the bed so that I could lie down and he continued his hand work while I had my wet panties still on, until I climaxed. Then I begged him to cum over my body, and he did. It was a fantastic experience to step out of my fetish and hand it over to my partner. To have him admiring my wet accident, to see and feel his desire. So much acknowledgement in this. What a gift. We fell asleep in each other´s arms with hearts full of love. Next day we went to a couple of museums before taking the train ride home. Then we had at least a couple of things to talk about if someone asked what we did last weekend.

This story contains peeing from a female and a male. Some sex and naked peeing. And some wetting. I just wanted to write an idea I had last night. My first straight couple story. And see if it could be a story. It did. But is it any good? You tell me. My name is Jon. Me and Mia had been a couple a little more then a year. But this was the first summer that we lived together. We are lucky enough to have a nice house with our own pool. It's not big. But mostly it's just me and her in there. The neighbor couple are with us from time to time. Even when they are the pool is big enough. Inside the house we have a nice kitchen in a modern style. The fridge has ice-cube maker in the door. Perfect for the warm days when we feel for a cold drink. TV room with a surround system. We love movies and sometimes we sit on the sofa for six hours or more. All the time we hold each other. For me to watch a movie is good. But to cuddle with Mia is the best thing ever. We make food and goes to the toilet before we start the next movie. That's our way to avoid pausing. We also have two bathrooms. But only one of them has a shower. We plan to put it another shower head so we can stand under the water at the same time. Now when we take a shower together. And yes it does happen that we have sex in there. But I think I can count the times that happened on one hand. We have to take turns under the water. But the best thing is to just stand there soaping each other up and hug each other a bit of course. And now when we just have one shower head we have to stand close. So I personally don't feel like we have to rush with the other one. The yard has only a couple of tress around the pool deck and a hedge al around the yard so we have some privacy. None of us like garden work and that's why it's simple to maintain. Today we have been cleaning the house. It's a hot day but it had to be done. So when Mia cleaned the kitchen, I took the bigger bathroom. When we are done with them, al the other rooms are much easier. In no time everything will be nice and clean again. Not that it was a complete disaster, it never is. But it's always a great feeling when you have cleaned up. When I was done with the rooms Mia wanted me to clean I went in to the TV room where she was now sitting. - Darling. How about we take I nice shower together tonight? I asked. - You would like that. Wouldn't you? - Of course I would. I mean we deserve a reward after everything we done today. And as a bonus I will see you naked. I said with a teasing smile. - Aha. Maybe I should start to shower with my bikini on so you can't drool over my naked body anymore. She gave me a teasing smile back when she said it and started to walk towards me. She kissed me and continued to walk in to the kitchen, opened the fridge door. Soon I heard her say something that I couldn't hear. - What? Did you say something? - Yeah. Well I was talking to myself really but just so you know we don't have anything to eat. - Oh I see. If you just tell me what you want I will go to the store. - Thanks darling. How about something a bit extra to celebrate a good job? - Sure. How about I buy a nice steak and ingredients to make your special potato salad. - You want me to make that after everything I have done today? - Yes why not? You won't be the only one. I will need to but the steak on the grill. I said with a smile and kissed her on the cheek before I went out the door. I don't mind going to the store. We both do it. But to be honest I'm the one who does it the most. Just because I love to do things for Mia when I know she had a rough day or if I just feel like doing something nice for her. When I got back home, the front door was looked. So now I knew Mia was in the backyard. And when I opened the door and put everything where it should be I walked to the backdoor and sure enough it was open. I went outside and saw Mia standing in front of the pool in her green bikini with her back to me. She didn't notice I was back. I just stood there watching her, al 6 feet of her. She has the perfect body, normal build and 36D size breasts. Her brown shoulder long hair was glistering in the sunlight. Suddenly I saw something else glister. Her legs. I looked closer and that's when I could see her bikini bottoms was much darker between her legs. She was peeing. I continued to watch her stream until she was done. I smiled continuously the whole time. I started to walk closer to her when her stream started to decrease. Pee was still dripping from her when I slowly took my arms around her and gave her a hug from behind. She jumped a bit before she realized it was me. - Oh. You scared me honey. - I'm sorry babe. I just wanted to hug you. You know how much I love to stand behind you and hold my arms around you. - Yes I do. How long have you been watching me? - Not that long. I was watching you and was just about to walk closer when you started to pee. So I let you finish before I started to walk. - I'm sorry you had to see that. - Don't be. I don't mind. It was just a bit of a surprise. - Please don't think I'm disgusting. I don't know what I was thinking. - You have nothing to worry about. Nothing wrong with peeing in swimwear. They are meant to get wet and I think almost everyone has done it sometime in their life's. - She turned around and gave me a big smile and started to kiss me. - Thanks darling for being so understanding. You said you think most people had done it. So have you? - Of course I have. Lots of times when I grow up. - How about in your adult life? - Yes I have. I have done it at least once every summer. When we started to date each other I had to hide it. Just like you I didn't want you to think I'm disgusting. She smiled and started to kiss me again. I hugged her and soon I felt her hands move around my back. So I took one of my hands and started to move it down to her panties. Soon I felt the wetness between her legs. And I'm pretty sure it wasn't just pee either. She started to moan more and more. Just when I thought she was close to orgasm, she took a step back. - How about we continue this in the bed later? - I would love that. Will your panties be just as wet? - Maybe they will. She said teasing me. - With pee? I said with a smile and gave her another kiss. Mia just smiled back at me and turned around so she could jump in to the pool. I smacked her ass just when she jumped. When she surfaced again she turned towards me and winked. While she was swimming I started the grill. While I waited for the right temperature I watched Mia in the pool. - Okay babe. I think you have to come up now and start with the salad. - I think your right. Mia started to climb up the pool ladder. When she was up she walked towards me, before she kissed me. She took a couple of steps away from me, smiled and gave me wink before she looked down on her feet. I followed her gaze and it was easy to see that she was peeing again. Not that much this time but it was enough to see. When she was done she laughed before she went inside. Damn I really love that girl. We didn't talk about her wettings. We just enjoyed the food. But I can't lie. I did think about it a lot, and was really looking forward to be in bed with Mia. - When we were done eating. We watched some TV when Mia gave me another surprise. - Hey. How about we take a shower together before bed? It will be a nice foreplay don't you think? - That's a great idea. I love you. - I love you too. She gave me a kiss, took my hand and started to lead me to the shower. We undressed each other between kisses. Soon we were naked and got in the shower where the kissing continued. Mia took one of her hand down to my cock while she started the shower with the other. There we were, under the water caressing each other. When I felt Mia's hand touch my cock more often. I decided it was time for me to touch her pussy. Soon she moaned again, this time I hoped she would have a orgasm. But once again she stopped kissing me and took her hands away from me. - Darling this is amazing. But I was so in the moment that I forgot to pee. - But we are in the shower. Just pee. I honestly don't know why we never peed in the shower together before. - Your right. It's weird we never done it. So it's time for that to change. Mia had just finished her sentence when her pee started to flow. It was the sexiest thing I ever seen. I never thought that a peeing girl could be so sexy. I could hear the hiss from her and I don't think I ever been so hard before in my whole life. I just had to put my hand over her peeing pussy before it was to late. She didn't stop me. So I pulled her closer, caressing her pussy and feeling the pee between my fingers. I kissed her at the same time. This was like a dream. I loved every second of it. I feel I needed to pee to so I just let it out. Mia stopped kissing me when she realized I was peeing too know. I saw the desire in her eyes before she started to kiss me again and directed my stream to her stomach. Even when we were done peeing we continued to kiss and caressing each other again. Neither of us came in the shower. We wanted to save that to the bed this time. As soon as we were in bed, Mia was on top of me. It was the best sex we had for a long time. We both came hard. Mia first and hearing her made it for me. Afterwards we just laid there looking at the ceiling. - Wow that was amazing. Mia said between deep breaths. - It really was. This has been a perfect day. - Do you think the sex was so great just because we peed together? - I don't know. But it's easy to test. We just do it again tomorrow. - You want to do it again? Did you like it that much? - I really did. It was one of the sexiest things I ever seen when you peed through your bikini. Glad it turned you on. It turned me on too. It never done anything for me before. But I guess it did just because you saw me and all the kisses that fallowed. - This is great. We have found something that turns us both on. Now how about some cuddling? - I would love that. It really was wonderful day and it wasn't over yet. I soon moved my hand down to Mia's panties. I moved it around on top of them for I while. Soon I felt they got more and more wet. - Oh honey. Are you turned on again already? - I am. And it's really weird. I was just thinking about the peeing we did while you touched me. - I'm so happy we did it. I love to see you turned on. - Well I think you will see me like this a lot for a while. - Great, now let me make you have another orgasm before we sleep. - I would love that. But first I have to pee first. - Again? Your bladder seems to fill up a lot faster today. - I guess it's because I drank a lot while your where in the store. - Oh I see. Well I know this will sound a bit weird. But I think you should just let it go right here in bed. - What? I can't do that. We can't sleep in a wet bed. - We don't know that. We have never tried. I promise I do the laundry tomorrow if you do. - Well I won't do it anyway. That's one step to far. - Okay honey. How about you just stand beside the bed and wet yourself on the carpet then? - That I can do. I really need to go and would probably wet myself anyway on the way to the bathroom. So here I was. Lying in bed and watching my love standing just beside it, getting ready to wet her panties. I heard I sigh and soon pee was coming out of her like a waterfall. It was great. I started to get hard again. And then I saw Mia's big smile and closed eyes. She loved this and so did I. When she was done she started to climb back to bed. - Ahhh that felt great. Thank you for letting me go on the carpet. - Your welcome. I loved it. And now you know if you wake up in the middle of the night and have to pee. You can just stand on the carpet and do it again. - Well you know I hardly never need to go over the night. But this night I hope I will. I want to do it again. - I love that this has become a thing for you. And I love you. - I love you too and that you also like this pee thing we started. - I gave her a goodnight kiss and touched her panties for a last time. We both slept for longer than usual. And when we woke up, we looked at each other and smiled. Then we started to get closer to each other and started to cuddle. With the memory of yesterday in our minds we started to get in the mood early. We kissed and touched each other like crazy. Suddenly my hand that was on her panties got really wet and warm. I looked Mia in the eyes and I must have looked surprised, because she gave me a naughty smile. - Well you told me to wet the bed yesterday. And now we not going to sleep in it for in a while. I thought why not? - Wow you are really peeing. I can feel it. It feels nice. - It feels great for me. It's such a nice feeling to let it go like this. - Well if it's really that great. Maybe you will do it again next time we are changing the bedding? - I probably will. When I heard that I just had to try it myself. So while I kept my hand on Mia's panties and felt the pee coming out of her I let go too. It didn't take long before she knew what I did. She gave me a big smile and put her hand inside my underwear. We both moaned while we peed and touched each other. When our bladders was empty we started to kiss. And soon we were having sex right there in our pee. We both climaxed faster than we ever done before when we had morning sex. We caught our breath for a while before we got up and started to do breakfast. We ate it in silence. I was sitting at the table while Mia was putting the dishes in the dishwasher. She closed it and turned around, looked at me and smiled. I couldn't stop myself from smiling back. And that's when I saw it. Mia started to wet herself. She just stood there letting the pee go down her legs down to the floor. - I know I can't wet myself everywhere. But I was going to mop the floor anyway so I just took the chance to enjoy myself. Do you mind? - Of course not. You know I love this. To see you just let it go like that is so hot. - Thanks honey. She really had to go. Much more than I thought she would. The puddle grew and the hiss was filling the kitchen. It must be a lovely feeling for her to be free like this. At last her stream started to calm down, until it stopped. - I loved that. Did I shock you when I just started to wet myself like that? - No. It was just a little bit of a surprise.

AMSGVBHJXBHCXBJH remember the last time I posted a fic here? NOT MEEEEEE I'm probably going to write more with these two, but I don't have a good idea for what to do next time right now. I'll have to think on it. Until then, enjoy the gaybies (gay babies) I changed the character's names last-minute, so if something from the original names bleeds through then that's my fault LMAO. also, if you want to skip the sex, stop reading when Lucille and Alex re-enter the bathroom. There will be a little bit more pee at the very end, so feel free to skip to the end. ----------------------------------------- Even as a wave of tension washes up Lucille’s body, she can’t help but enjoy the feeling of languidly resting her head on Alex’s left thigh. Try as she might, Lucille can’t focus on the pair’s TV show at all, a silly cartoon movie about trying to keep the aliens from destroying the power of love or something. The kind of show Lucille would normally love, completely interrupted by an intense nagging need she’s incapable of meeting. The two of them had recently gotten back from a date at the park, where they sat and shared a kiss under the setting sun. Lucille had surprised her partner Alex with a lovely home-cooked picnic dinner, including handmade turkey sandwiches and juicy oranges. Lucille ended up drinking a lot of water during the trip, though, partially at Alex’s insistence because they had walked all the way there in relatively warm weather, and needed to walk home after. Lucille definitely got more than a little pent-up over that time, with no failure to notice from Alex. Having rested their hand across their girlfriend’s tension-filled waist as they walked, Alex looks over at Lucille with a look of love and slight concern. “Are you ok, charm?” they ask, their voice quiet and gentle. “Yeah, I’m fine.” Lucille looks up at Alex, her cheeks lightly flushed. “I just really have to pee? I probably should have gone when I left… nothing to worry about.” “Ahhh, I understand.” Alex reaches down to kiss Lucille on the cheek, briefly looking to each side to make sure nobody’s around that could listen in on their conversation. The sidewalk is pretty empty, thankfully. “Well, you’re a good little princess, you can hold it, right?” The use of the word “princess” makes Lucille’s heart skip a beat. “Mm… but I have to go really badly,” she pleads, looking up at Alex with her beautiful brown eyes. “Do I really have to hold it?” “Yes, you do,” Alex coos at Lucille. “You wanted to watch Lovely Heart Starry Knights when we got home, right? You wouldn’t want to miss any of it, would you?” “Ahhhh, no…” Lucille admits. “But why can’t I… uhm…” She looks over at Alex, blushing as she gazes into their eyes. Lucille loves the way Alex looks at her like that, the way they find her absolutely gorgeous. “N- never mind… I’ll hold it all in.” “Good girl.” Alex reaches down to kiss Lucille on the cheek. “You know I love you, Lucille my lovely little charm?” “I… yes, I do…” Together like that, the two of them traveled back to Alex’s place, a small townhouse/apartment fusion of sorts. It’s quiet and somewhat secluded, a perfect place to lazily cuddle after a date. Alex had turned on the movie while sitting down on the couch, while Lucille had sat down on the floor next to them, reaching an arm up and over Alex’s slim, slightly bony leg to drape herself over them. Her other hand reaches down between her legs, gently cradling her full bladder out of instinct, as her eyes are drawn mournfully towards the door to a bathroom she’s not allowed to use. The sensation is pervasive, overwhelming, but… not unpleasant. Suddenly, Lucille feels a hand travel over to the back of her head, gently rubbing and scratching her scalp, running fingers through her frizzy hair. Alex gives their girlfriend gentle pets, giggling as she blushes and leans her head into their touches. “Are you okay, love?” They ask. “Can I get a stoplight?” “Green.” Lucille immediately answers as she begins to climb up onto the couch, wrapping her arms around Alex’s waist and nestling in close enough to smell them. Their hair has a lovely smoky hint that she can’t get enough of, the way it reminds her of their silliness, their intelligence, the way they make Lucille feel so spoiled. “I really love you…” “I love you too, charm.” Alex can smell Lucille’s hair, too; it’s sweet, and reminds them of times listening to her ramble on about things she really cares about, and the way her eyes light up when she gets really passionate about something. It makes them blush slightly… The feeling of Lucille’s buxom chest pressing against their arm makes Alex blush a little more than slightly. They feel so lucky to have a big titty nerd gf. “Are you enjoying the movie?” “I am… but I can hardly focus on it.” Lucille shoves her left hand deeper between her thighs, bouncing exaggeratedly to convey her need. Alex can’t help but look lustfully at the way Lucille’s thick thighs curve and smush around her wrist, accentuated by her form-fitting dress pants. “Please, Alex, can I go pee? I really, really have to go,” Lucille pleads, looking up at Alex with her big, glistening eyes, begging even as she already knows the answer. “No, charm, you can’t.” Alex rests a hand gently on Lucille’s chubby cheek. “You’re a big princess, okay? Princesses can hold their pee even when it gets really hard.” “Y-You’re only saying that because you like seeing me like this!” Lucille protests, her voice turning a little uppity. “I bet if you could make me hold my pee for the rest of my life, you would.” “Maybe,” Alex admits, giggling a little. “But I know you like it when I call you a good little princess.” Opening her mouth in reply, Lucille tries to rebut Alex, but closes it soon after, averting her eyes to avoid feeling so flustered. In reply, Alex turns Lucille’s head with their hands, forcing her to look them in the eyes; her cheeks grow a darker shade of red as she’s forced to look. “Besides, I wonder if you like being like this, too? I wonder if you like being a pretty princess who loves to hold in aaaaall of her pee.” Alex can tell just by looking into Lucille’s eyes that she’s absolutely devastated inside; indeed, Lucille’s heart is fluttering like a butterfly, and she’s audibly stammering trying to reply. “I- I- uh-” She squirms a little when her full bladder reminds her of her needs, pressing her thighs tightly together for a moment. “C- Can we just kiss already???” Still holding onto Lucille’s cheeks, Alex brings her face close to theirs. “Of course, charm,” they say, right as they slowly push their lips forward to meet hers. Lucille closes her eyes tight as she does her best to hold onto her bladder even as Alex brings her forward, humming into Alex’s lovely lips. With their one free hand, Lucille slips her fingers under the hem of Alex’s tank top, slowly pulling it up and over their body; They briefly pull away long enough for Lucille to pull it off of their head, revealing a chest that had been ever-so-slightly grown by Alex’s microdoses of estradiol. As soon as Alex’s top is lifted off of their body, they reach forward with both hands towards the button at the top of Lucille’s blouse, undoing each of her buttons neatly in turn and watching as the blouse parts to reveal her sports bra underneath. Lucille shrugs her blouse off as all of the buttons become undone; it falls into a puddle at her hips, which is soon lifted away and tossed onto the floor. Soon after, Alex’s hands reach forward again, undoing the front-clasp of Lucille’s sports bra. Her ample chest pops out, easily catching Alex’s lustful eye. Lucille averts her eyes again, turning to face a little closer towards Alex. She can’t turn much farther without spreading her legs, which is not an option right now, but Alex helps her bring herself to lean forward on them. Supporting their girlfriend with one hand by holding onto the bottom of her back, Alex runs the other across Lucille’s chest as the two of them feverishly make out again, soon running down to Lucille’s soft sides to gently massage them, feeling the tension deep within Lucille’s muscles, the way she’s blocked from relaxing into Alex’s body by an ocean of pee begging to be released. Twelve or so seconds pass before Alex pulls their lips away, resting their forehead on Lucille’s and looking into her eyes. The orange light of the setting sun reflects off of Lucille’s eyes, casting their gorgeous brown color with a bit of a golden hue. The two are silent and at peace, each one simply staring into the other, Alex raising another hand to lay a finger on Lucille’s cheek. They can hear each other breathing, smell each other's hair. All of a sudden, Alex pulls away for a moment. “Excuse me, I’m sorry to interrupt, I just need to use the bathroom real quick.” They hop off of the couch and make a beeline for the bathroom, the same one Lucille passed by on the way to the couch. Lucille stands up in a hurry, clearly upset with this development. “H-hey-” She complains, stopped briefly by her full bladder sending a wave of tension up her body. “I- How come you’re allowed to pee??” “Simple, charm. Princesses hold in their pee, they don’t need toilets.” Alex lets Lucille follow behind as they walk into the bathroom and stand in front of the toilet, looking back and smirking at the way that Lucille grimaces with frustration. “I’m not a princess, though.” A sound rings out through the building, the sound of a stream loudly hitting the surface of the water in a toilet bowl, amplified by the toilet’s reflective ceramic walls and cup shape. The cacophony is torture to Lucille, who hums and holds herself tightly, stepping back and forth with each knee slowly bobbing up and down. “Alex, you’re so- Ugh!” She briefly crosses her legs, right leg swinging around the left, before uncrossing them to rub her thighs tightly together and bounce up and down. Everything is visible to Alex in the mirror. Even as her bladder sends torrents of neurotransmitters and electric signals up her nerves, screaming about how overwhelmingly full it is, Lucille can’t help but look forward towards her datefriend and blush deeply as she thinks about what they’re doing. As hard as it is to walk with a hand cradling her bladder, Lucille manages to stumble over and press up against Alex’s back, doing her best to tear her left hand out from between her legs to wrap both arms around Alex’s waist. Bouncing up and down behind Alex, Lucille breathes heavily and lustfully as she trails her hands down Alex’s body, causing them to gasp in shock. “Charmmm, stop it, I’ll make a mess-” Lucille refuses to listen, running a hand further down to take Alex’s hands in her own. Before long, Lucille’s grasped onto her datefriend’s penis, feeling their warm pee flow through it. However, Lucille breaks Alex’s expectations by slowing down from there, simply laying small kisses on the back of Alex’s neck as she aims for them. Alex can tell Lucille’s not experienced with aiming on account of not having a penis of her own, as she fails to take into account that she’s doing a very good job at stimulating Alex, not to mention her tense, shuddery body struggles to keep Alex’s penis steady. Before long, though, Alex’s stream peters to a stop, with only a little bit having splashed on the seat. Alex readjusts their skirt to cover themselves back up, turning around to rest in Lucille’s arms. Lucille gasps at the way they fall into her body, briefly struggling to hold their weight. They walk out of the bathroom together, Lucille struggling to hold Alex steady and maintain her overfull bladder at the same time; eventually, Alex takes over, holding Lucille steady. The two of them walk back to the living room, bathing in the romantic atmosphere cast by the sun. By the time the two of them arrive, it’s clear to Alex that Lucille’s reached the absolute peak of her desperation. Both hands are constantly buried into her crotch as she rubs her thighs together tightly, knees knocking against each other as they bend back and forth. Lucille’s expression reflects the urgency of her need; the girl has gotten teary-eyed, a wavery hum softly sounding from her nose as a tear escapes her eye and rolls gently down her cheek. Alex only stands in shock, enamored by the beauty of their girlfriend and the extent of their need. “A- Alex, I-” Lucille forces out, looking up at Alex as if begging. “I… I don’t know how much longer I can hold it-” Her words are interrupted by the occasional hum and sob breaking through, making it hard to interpret her words. “It’s only been an hour and I’m already about to, to… I’m sorry, Alex-” “Hey, shhh, shh shh.” Alex can tell that Lucille’s tears are from more than just the overwhelming pressure between her legs; there’s an emotional hint to them. They walk around Lucille to give her a hug from behind, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck. “It’s okay, charm, I… I guess I should ask for a stoplight, huh?” “Y- yellow.” Lucille chokes out. “It’s just…” She tries to slow down a little, control her breathing, think through her emotions. “I was just worried that I wouldn’t be able to… I guess… I really love the way you talk to me like this, and I know how much you love this too. I really don’t wanna disappoint you…” “Huh? Disappoint you? Lucille, you’re…” Alex walks around to face Lucille from the front, putting a hand under her chin to raise her eyes up to meet their own. Lucille resists, though, keeping her eyes shut. “Look at me, charm.” Obeying the gentle but firm command, Lucille opens her eyes to look into Alex’s, as hard as it is. “You’ve never disappointed me, Lucille. You’re beautiful, intelligent, powerful… I know I’ve told you I like seeing people hold their pee for hours at a time, but everything I love about you is so much more powerful than that.” “Ahhh… I’m sorry…” “Don’t say sorry, charm. I love you so much.” Alex reaches down to give Lucille a big kiss on the lips. “Besides, do you have any idea how hot you’re being right now? The most beautiful girl in the world, letting her bladder fill to its absolute brim for me. I feel so incredibly lucky right now.” “Mmm.” Lucille averts her eyes again, blushing. “I’m the most beautiful girl in… Mmn-” Suddenly, Lucille pushes as hard as she can, freezing in position and clenching her tired muscles as hard as she can. “A-Alex, I just peed a little-” she says, immediately going right back to fidgeting. “Oh?” Alex blushes curiously, a smirk forming on their face. They walk around behind Lucille again and squat down to look closely at the seat of her dress pants; they can see a wet patch, flowing along the curves of her ass and thighs. It’s probably about the size of a softball. “My, what a naughty princess you’ve been, Lucille.” They stand up, wrapping their arms around Lucille from behind and spooning her from a standing position. “You’ve not been doing a good job at controlling yourself, have you charm?” “N- no… I havent… I’m a bad princess, I’m really sorry…” Lucille is audibly panting, her pelvic floor muscles about ready to give out. “Please, please let me go pee, I… I don’t wanna have an accident-” “You know, why do we call it an accident anyway?” Alex brings their lips close to Lucille’s ear, their voice growing quiet and whispery to avoid overwhelming her. “But that doesn’t matter. You’ve been a lovely princess, holding in all her pee as long as she can. I know you loved it, too. Doesn’t the pressure feel good?” “It- it does…” Lucille nods her head. It’s… Intense, nagging, but not painful. It’s almost gentle, pleasant. She loves it. “It feels so good.” “Well, you’ve worked very hard, Lucille. You keep fighting until the bitter end.” Alex trails their hands slowly across Lucille’s tummy, one stopping at the front of her hips. The other runs a finger across her butt, slipping under to gently touch the spot between her legs, pushing Lucille’s forceful hand out of the way. They take a brief moment to feel around. “I think you’ve earned it after all this time.” Feeling a finger pressing on her vulva through her pants, Lucille blushes deeply as a soft hum rings through her nose. She balls her fists in front of her, relying only on her pelvic floor to hold it all in. “St-stoooop, Alex, I… I’m gonna pee.” She tries to squirm, but bound by Alex’s arms it’s not easy. Alex’s finger begins to softly rub, a gentle pressure applied to Lucille’s tired pussy. They don’t feel any additional fabric under the dress pants… “Ooh, no panties, huh?” They push further up and up, eventually reaching Lucille’s clitoris and focusing on that spot, reveling in the way that Lucille shudders under their touch. “I thought that was what you wanted, charm?” Alex whispers before pressing a long kiss to her neck. “It’s what you’ve been begging for, what you deserve.” “Uhhhn… Yes, it is…” Lucille’s voice is breathy, lustful. “I want it so badly…” “Well, it’s your lucky day, because it’s what I’m going to give you, little princess. Just relax and imagine warm ocean waves for me, okay?” Suddenly, Lucille feels Alex’s left hand press down on the bottom of her tummy, right against her bladder. She cries out at the intense pressure inside her, hammering against her pelvic floor muscles, doing her absolute best to hold the flood back; yet, Alex’s touches send relaxing waves up her body, making it even harder to hold on. All Lucille wants to do is relax, give into the pressure and ride the waves. Before long, she can’t hold herself back from doing so; in that moment, the dam finally shatters. The feeling of a hot stream bursting out from Lucille’s vulva fills her with ecstasy; she can feel the pressure inside her bladder push out at an amazing rate, resulting in an intense feeling of relief. The hot pee runs and drips between Alex’s fingers, running down her thick thighs and through the fabric of her dress pants. The feeling is so intense it makes Lucille moan, a quiet shuddery moan of deep, visceral pleasure. Alex smiles, briefly taking a moment to suck on the top of Lucille’s shoulder and leave a small kiss. “Gooooood girl,” they whisper, pulling their hand away from Lucille’s tummy to let her continue on her own; it will take quite a while for her bladder to empty, and continuing to squeeze it will just hurt. “Doesn’t it feel good? It’s what you deserve, princess. You’ve held it all in so long… worked so hard, been so good for me…” Lucille’s head falls to the side to nestle into Alex’s, face red as a beet. “Ahhhhnnnn… it doooooooeees…” Her fists unball themselves, palms resting gently against her thighs and feeling the warm liquid run under her fingers. The feeling is so intense, it nearly makes her fall over, Alex having to grasp firmly onto her chest to keep her steady. As Alex places their hand over Lucille’s chest, they can feel it softly rising and falling, her heart pounding from excitement. Without thinking, the hand travels further up her chest to gently hold onto her bosom, the other still sitting between her legs and gently stroking her tired, pouring pussy. The liquid adds a bit of smoothness, making it easy to press on Lucille’s body without worrying about scratching her or making her chafe. “Oh my gosh, charm, look at how much you’re pouring out… You must have really been holding in a lot, huh? It must feel so satisfying.” Reaching down to press their lips to the side of Lucille’s neck, Alex begins to suck and softly bite on her skin, letting her rest for the next half-minute while they leave their mark of love, continuing to stroke Lucille while letting her rest. By the time Alex pulls their lips away, Lucille’s about done peeing; after one last bit of flow, the stream peters to a stop, continuing to dribble for a few more seconds. “Do you feel better, love?” Alex asks with a loving tone, speaking softly into their girlfriend’s ear. “Nnnnmmm. Yeah. I feel so… empty. Almost airy.” Lucille admits, softly breathing their words out. “I, uh,” she says, opening her eyes to look over towards Alex; she can see their gentle expression out of the corner of her eye. “I came, too…” she whispers, blushing deeply as she speaks. Wanting to look their girlfriend in the eyes, Alex walks around Lucille to look at her from in front, each hand trailing up to her hips. Lucille begins to sway her hips from side to side, an instinctive movement triggered by Alex’s hand placement. “Mmmmm,” Alex hums. “You’re a naughty little princess; you loved the way I touched you, didn’t you? You deserve it, though, and you still deserve more.” “Ahhhhh, Are we-” Lucille asks, beginning to stammer. She averts her eyes, trying to look down and away from Alex’s loving gaze; in doing so, she catches a glimpse of the state she rendered her pants in, instinctively stepping back to examine the damage. The insides of her thighs are completely soaked, her pants saturated all the way down to her feet. “Oh, god, I made such a big mess… I even got your skirt wet!” “You see all that? That was all inside you, charm. You held so much in.” Alex reaches forward to give Lucille a soft smooch on the lips. “Let’s go get you cleaned up, love,” they say as they begin to lead Lucille over to the bathroom with a hand in her back pocket, the same one where Alex had previously tormented Lucille by letting her watch them pee. When Lucille catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she gets a much better look of her pee-soaked pants; the inner half of her big thighs are completely saturated, the wet fabric sticking to her skin. She twirls around to inspect the damage from the back; the backs of her thighs are even more soaked, the wet patch having extended nearly across the entire back half. “Mmm, kinda makes my ass look nice,” Lucille comments with a giggle, sticking her butt out towards Alex. “Doesn’t it? Like, the way it seems to curve around the bottom?” When Lucille spins back around to face Alex, she isn’t expecting them to suddenly reach forward and start to kiss her feverishly. The smooch catches her off guard and makes her jump, but she easily leans forward into it, placing her hands around Alex’s skinny, smooth waist. She can feel that they’re still quite excited, so to say, their penis beginning to make itself obvious. Her hand, clearly being directed by her ovaries rather than her brain, trails down Alex’s body and slides under the hem of their skirt. “H- Hey, not so fast, charm…” Alex protests. “We should really get cleaned up first… Remember the last time we tried shower sex?” “Oh, uh, yeah…” Lucille recalls the event. It wasn’t as hot in real life as they thought it would be. “Ahhh, you’re right… It would probably be hotter when we’re clean, anyway. I’m sorry, you’re just…” Letting her head fall onto the top of Alex’s chest, Lucille sighs lustfully. “You’re just… so goddamn hot.” “Oh, believe me, princess, you have no idea how badly I want to fuck you right now.” Alex admits, chuckling along as they reach a hand up to lift away Lucille’s coke-bottle glasses, setting them gently on the counter. They can’t help but giggle a little at how it takes Lucille’s eyes a moment to adjust. “But it’s more fun if we draw it out. I can bring us a little closer, though.” As Alex speaks, looking directly into Lucille’s eyes, they trail their hands down Lucille’s sides, squatting down to undo the button on the front of their saturated pants. When Alex pulls down their girlfriend’s pants all the way, they look up at their now-naked girlfriend. Lucille had demurely covered herself, nervous about showing her body even to someone like Alex. “You don’t have to hide yourself, love,” they say, standing up to meet her eye-to-eye again. “I-I know, but…” Lucille begins to return the favor, slipping her thumbs under the waistband of Alex’s skirt and boxers. “God, I don’t even know… hold on just a moment.” Squatting down to help her reach all the way down Alex’s lanky legs, Lucille pulls the skirt down, getting startled when Alex’s still-hard penis pops out. “Jeez, you’re excited huh?” “Maybe I am, love. Maybe I am.” Alex steps out of the puddle of clothes left at their feet, pulling out of Lucille’s arms to start the water in the shower. “Now let’s hurry up so we can fuck each other’s brains out.” The two of them step into the warm cascading water of the shower, taking each other in arms while they let it wash over them. Like before, Alex puts their hands on Lucille’s hips, encouraging her to sway side to side and sort of dance with her partner. “I already showered earlier today for our date, did you too?” “I did. I think we can get away with just a quick soaping down.” “Yeah, you’re right.” Lucille grabs a body sponge, squirts some soap into it and begins to lovingly scrub Alex down, especially around their legs where Lucille had accidentally peed on them. “Hey, so…” Lucille begins, “I know this is my first time trying something like this with you… What was the part that you liked the most? I know I don’t have a super big bladder that can hold in like a gallon or anything, and I know that’s one thing you said you thought was hot… And I figured you liked making me wet my pants, just because of the way you reacted. But… it’s not a kink I’m super knowledgeable about. Is there something else you’d like to try next time?” Pulling the sponge back up their body as they finish scrubbing down Alex, the lovey-dovey couple looks each other in the eyes. “Really, there’s a ton of stuff we could try… Sometime, we could try having sex while you’re still holding it. Some people like watersports, where someone actually just pees on someone… I know I’m the one who asked about the idea, but truthfully, I’m about as dazzled by the possibilities as you are.” “Hah… Some of those ideas do sound kind of hot. I’ll have to think about it another time… Just promise me we’ll do this again, okay?” Alex begins to scrub Lucille down in turn; Lucille kicks out a leg to give Alex easy access to it. “I… every time you told me to be a good little princess, and to keep holding it in for you, I felt my heart flutter. It… I really love that you think of me like that. It makes me feel better about myself.” “Of course, Lucille. You deserve to feel wonderful about yourself, because you are wonderful.” Alex stands back up, pressing their forehead to Lucille’s. “You’re the most wonderful girl in the world.” “Aaaahh… You’re wonderful too…” Lucille speaks quietly, softly pushing her body up against Alex’s as if by instinct. When she realizes she’s doing this, she pulls away a little, more than a little embarrassed. “O-Ohhh my god, I’m sorry, I just. I can’t wait any longer, I need to fuck you now.” “Oh, wow, such confidence.” Alex exclaims, embracing Lucille. “Alright, sweetie, I won’t make you wait any longer.” Reaching a hand out to hang up the body sponge and turn off the water, Alex makes a mental note to continue rinsing out the sponge once they’re done banging. The two help eachother dry off and leave the bathroom, stepping over everyone’s damp clothes. When they step out of the bathroom, they can tell that the sun has already set, the room having gotten dark. Alex flips on the lights, noticing the puddle of Lucille’s pee still sitting on the tiled floor. “We should… probably clean that up,” begins Lucille as she presses her towel into the puddle. “Like, will it damage the floor if we leave it or…” “Hey, princess, I don’t think you need to worry about that.” Alex’s voice comes from the couch; they had snuck over to sit down on it, patting the spot at their side. It’s easy to see the way their demure, twinkish body rests against the couch, a body that seems to reflect Alex’s personality of someone who’s gentle and effeminate yet strong. The hardness of their bones might turn some people off, but Lucille loves the difference in textures across their body, how she can run a hand and feel both soft cuddleable skin and firm, dependable edges and contours. “Just lay the towel down and come sit with me,” they say, their gentle smile accentuated by their immaculate cheekbones. Immediately, Lucille blushes and presses her fingers together as she drops her towel on the puddle, pushing herself back up into a stand. Her datefriend takes the moment to drink in the sight of her figure as she nervously walks forward; they’ve always loved the way her stocky-yet-curvy form gives her a wonderful curve to her hips, and how her tummy and chest are so soft that Alex can easily press into them when making out with her. Despite her chubby and very kissable cheeks, her face is far from a babyface; it’s elegant, full of happiness, vibrance, emotion. When the princess sits down on the couch beside her monarch, she nestles in even closer, letting their hips touch. Alex lays a hand on Lucille’s thigh as they look into eachother’s eyes, but Lucille accelerates a bit faster than they do, confidently reaching out to lay her gentle fingers on Alex’s firmly erect dick. She stares intently into Alex’s eyes, watching with amusement as their expression contorts into one of deep, primal pleasure. Starting to stroke harder, Lucille takes joy in metaphorically wrapping Alex around her finger while she literally wraps her fingers around Alex. “W-wait, Lucille, slow down-” Alex gets out, somewhat panting from the stimulation; they can see as Lucille pouts, but obediently slows the pace on her gentle touches. “One orgasm just isn’t enough for you, Lucille, huh? You really need my body that bad?” “Mmmm. I do.” Lucille whispers, bouncing a little with arousal. “I need it, right now.” “Well, then you better not jump the gun or you won’t get to ride me, charm.” Alex shuffles their body around to lay their arms over Lucille’s shoulders, loving the tender closeness that comes with eye contact. “Besides, at least let me tease you too,” they say, reaching a hand down to press gently against Lucille’s vulva in turn. It’s wet, more than wet enough to comfortably smash. Breathing sharply through her teeth, Lucille feels herself melt a little into Alex’s fingers. She grabs their waist, her legs wrapped around them, as she pushes them down onto their back. She presses her lips against Alex’s, letting them mack each other as they feel eachother up. Alex sloppily reaches over to grab a condom from the drawer, hastily unwrapping it while they try and keep Lucille from sliding her datefriend right on in. “Oh my god, so needy.” Lucille pulls away a bit from smooching to let Alex talk. “Guilty as charged.” she says, giggling. “Ready?” “More than ready.” With Alex’s confirmation in mind, Lucille slowly begins to rub herself against the tip of Alex’s cock, softly exhaling as she feels it part her body. She opens her eyes to take in Alex’s expression as she begins to fuck them, watching them gently close their eyes in pleasure. Over the next few seconds, they slowly accelerate until Alex sputters out “Just like that,” in between heavy breaths. Unable to resist any longer, Alex reaches a hand up to pull their girlfriends’ head towards their own, kissing deeply and unapologetically as Lucille continues to pleasure herself on Alex’s cock. Hoping to help things along a little, Alex reaches a hand between their bodies and places their finger right on Lucille’s clitoris, gently pressing on it and rubbing the tip of their finger up against it. They can feel their own penis right next door, almost poking themselves with their fingernail. Emboldened by the extra stimulation, Lucille begins to push harder and harder, more and more energy being put behind each thrust of her hips. She makes a soft noise with each push, humming through her nose as she makes out furiously with Alex, feeling herself teetering closer and closer towards the edge. Alex, likewise, is beginning to grow closer and closer towards orgasm with each passing second. Suddenly, Lucille’s voice rings out through the room. “A-Alex… Am I a naughty princess? Tell me I’m a naughty princess!” “Y-You’re…” Alex does their best to speak in-between pants and smooches. “You’re such a naughty princess, Lucille!” “That’s right! I’m a naughty princess who’s going to… to fuck your brains out! So you better… Nnnnhh…” In-between Lucille’s hot breath, the feeling of her soft body against Alex’s, and the pressure she’s putting on their dick, Alex begins to reach their limit, softly panting as they teeter over the edge of a climax. Eventually, with one more strong push from Lucille, Alex is shoved over the edge and feels waves rush over them as they cum inside their princess. They let out a long soft moan, deflating underneath their lovely girlfriend. It’s not long before Lucille reaches the same level, the overwhelming stimulation pushing her over the edge into a deep, shuddering climax. “Ooohhhhh my god,” Alex splutters out, continuing to push a little but quickly slowing down in pace. “No more, no more, God, that…” Pulling their dampened hand out from underneath Lucille’s body, Alex wraps both arms around Lucille and lies there unmoving as they pant like a dog. “That was amazing?” Lucille completes Alex’s statement, the tension draining out of her body as she slumps forward and rests into Alex’s body. “That was amazing, because you’re hot as shit and I love you?” “Yeah, something like that…” “God, I’m sorry, just, please tell me we’ll do this again sometime.” Lucille pleads, as the air surges in and out of her lungs. “All of this, it was so satisfying from beginning to end. “Even just… can we please fuck each other this hard again sometime?” “We can, we can, I promise you, charm…” Staring back at Lucille, Alex takes a moment to appreciate Lucille’s gorgeous afterglow. “Just let me sleep for like, three years first.” As Lucille looks down at the beautiful and handsome Alex, seeing the way they’re absolutely knocked out, makes Lucille softly giggle. “Heehee, okay. I always forget how people like you get so sleepy after you cum, it always throws me off a little…” “It’s cause it makes our brains release, uh… Sleep hormones, or something…” “Hah, okay, whatever, cutie.” Lucille reaches forward to kiss Alex on the forehead. “I forgive you for your transgressions of having a body.” With a bit of a groan, Lucille pulls herself off of Alex’s body and stands up, hopping onto her feet. She grabs a box of tissues and pulls the condom off, cleaning up after herself before she quickly disposes of the used condom. Suddenly, Lucille remembers something. “Hey… Alex, I’m supposed to pee after sex or something, aren’t I? It’ll help me not get an infection?” “Uhh… Yeah? Something like that.” “Well… Wanna watch me pee on that towel I laid down earlier?” “Oh my god, how are you still raring to go?” Alex asks, pushing themself up into a sitting position so they can watch. “Yes, obviously, because you’re naked and gorgeous and I love watching you pee.” Lucille is already standing on the towel, a finger raised up to her lips to nervously bite; She’s averting her eyes, confident enough to make the offer but apparently still shy enough to feel flustered when Alex looks at her naked body. “I’m sooooorry, I just… want you to keep looking at me that way, you know.” “Lucille…” Alex stands up to walk over to Lucille, once again taking their lover in arms. They can feel Lucille begin to sway her hips side to side, like a kind of romantic slow-dance. “You know I look at you that way any chance I can. Are you worried about something? Are you okay?” “Y-Yeah, I…” Lucille smiles. “I dunno. Sorry for thinking too hard… Hey, you know… maybe we could record it?” “Huh? Record what?” “Me peeing on the towel, silly. That way, you can watch it when you’re feeling playful again. How’s that sound?” “…” Alex stares for a minute, softly blushing. “Let me get my phone,” they say, rushing off to another room and coming back a second later with a cellphone. They sit down on the couch and pull up their camera app, pointing it at Lucille who still stands on the towel. “Uh… Let me know when you’re ready!” “I’m already recording, love.” Oh, haha. Lucille blushes a little as she thinks about how Alex will inevitably watch this in the future, and maybe even jack off to it. “Oh, I didn’t realize, hah…” She spreads her legs, each foot at each end of the towel, letting her pussy hang out in the open air. “Hi, future Alex, if you’re watching this make sure to ask to fuck me later!” Alright. It’s not a toilet, but… just relax. Think of warm ocean waves. Lucille lets her left hand fall to the side, the other still being softly nibbled upon out of nervousness. She feels herself relaxing as a stream bursts forth and soaks into the towel, shooting right down between her thick thighs. It’s not as relieving or ecstatic as when she peed her pants earlier, but it still feels relaxing enough to make Lucille let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. She covers her mouth with her fingers and looks demurely at the camera, trying to stifle a giggle. “Hah, you naughty girl.” Alex coos, looking up at their partner. “You just go whereeever you want to, don’t you?” “Maybe. It certainly feels naughty…” Her bladder already having been mostly emptied, the stream peters to a stop. “Well, see you later, future Alex,” she says, prompting Alex to turn the camera off. They reach out to put the camera on the counter as Lucille walks over to sit down on Alex’s lap, wrapping her arms around them and nestling into their slender body. “Hi, present Alex.” “Hi, present Lucille” Alex remarks, reaching forward to plant a kiss on Lucille’s cheek. Lucille returns it, pressing one to both of Alex’s cheekbones and smiling at them. Suddenly, Alex’s attention is drawn to the TV. It hadn’t been turned off since they stopped watching, and had lost all track of the plot of their animes. “You know, I’m not sure we ever watched Lovely Heart Starry Knights in the first place. Wanna start over from the beginning?” Lucille ponders for a moment. She’s seen it a hundred times, but Alex hasn’t, and she really wants to see how Alex reacts to the sick action scenes. “You know what? Yeah, let’s start over,” she says as she reaches for a blanket to pull over the two of them.

it's been years but i can't seem to find this video. i originally (at least i think) saw it on a tumblr blog that was called "fish of sin" (it's now deleted of course and it was before the puge) i coudn't find it on the wayback machine nor in https://www.reddit.com/r/tipofmypenis/ problem is i don't have any image or video, just my memory, and a minimalist description : the two were having sex (while moaning lovely i might add) and when they both climax the guy gives a girl a creampie (the girl was grapping his hair and pulled him closer to her breasts) and then they kissed and fall asleep on each-other. oh and it was a very nice bed. lmao by similar videos it look like an "i fucked her finally" video, but im not sure. it looked very similar to those videos. i could be wrong

Summary: When fourteen-year-old Agnes is caught making out with a boy, her religious parents ship her off to Mary Magdalen's Home for Girls, a corrective institution for ungodly young women. Agnes isn't too worried, but as it turns out, this is nothing like Bible Camp. Their aim is to drive out the devil, and they will do so by any means necessary. So, this is an idea I've been kicking around for a while, and I just never knew quite how to write it. The idea started when I read an article about special religious 'schools' in the US where unruly girls were sent to be taught to be good Christians, basically, and where methods ranged from the mundane to the outright sadistic. Please read the tags. This will not be a nice, fluffy or cute story. I'll add extra content warnings to future chapters if necessary. Please consider yourself warned. ————— CHAPTER ONE Agnes stared out of the bus window, at the country side swishing past. It was about four in the afternoon, and the day was sunny and hot. She yawned and scratched her cheek, where she had a mosquito bite. She was fourteen years old. Her dark brown hair fell in ringlets around her summer freckled face and she wore a brown skirt and blue blouse. On the seat next to her stood a small suitcase. It contained mostly underwear, a few other clothing items and a Bible. Her parents had been told that everything else would be provided. The representative from Mary Magdalene’s Home for Girls had arrived at their church only a week before. She had brought three young girls, a bit older than Agnes, in neat white gowns, who had testified about how they had been led so astray by the Devil and how Mary Magdalene’s Home for Girls had helped them find their way back to the Lord. This had been a couple of days before Agnes was caught making out with a boy from school, and her parents had decided that something had to be done about their daughter’s wicked ways. And so they had called Mary Magdalene’s Home for Girls, and asked if they had an opening. It turned out they did. The bus slowed to a halt. An older woman in the front, who had introduced herself as Miss Corrine when Agnes and about a dozen other girls had filed into the bus that morning, stood up. ‘All right, get your bags, we’re here,’ she said. Agnes picked up her small suitcase and shuffled out of the bus together with the other girls. As she stepped off the bus, she saw that they were in the middle of nowhere. ‘We’ll continue on foot,’ said Miss Corrine. ‘The path is too narrow for the bus.’ She set off down a narrow dirt road at a quick pace. The girls hurried to keep up. Agnes looked around. Flat grass land surrounded them as far as the eye could see, with a few trees sticking up here and there. There wasn’t a single cloud in the sky. They walked for what must have been at least twenty minutes and the heat was stifling, but then they rounded a corner and the large compound appeared. The girls who had spoken at their church had made it sound like a farm or a ranch, but Agnes couldn’t see any animals. The place seemed barren and dry, and it was surrounded by a chain link fence. It looked more like a prison. Which Agnes supposed it was. Her parents had sent her off, without her consent, to a correctional facility where she would learn to be a good Christian. Her crime had been kissing a boy, wearing tight jeans and not paying attention in Bible Study group. Which apparently meant she was promiscuous and ungodly. Agnes had been a good little girl, growing up. Whether out of fear for her father’s belt, her mother’s words, or simply because she was so sheltered, she had hardly ever done anything wrong. She had seen her older brother beaten for talking back, and that was enough to dissuade her from breaking any rules. But entering her teens, Agnes had become more strong willed. She had doubted the religion her parents had pushed upon her since birth, she had wanted to do her own thing, but a small town in Kansas wasn’t a good place to be a rebel. There was always someone watching, and word got back to her parents for every little thing she did. Miss Corrine led them into an entrance area. A man in a crisp light brown suit stood there waiting for them. ‘Welcome!’ he said warmly and beamed at them all. ‘My nam is Mr. Portman. I am the owner and leader of this establishment, and I’m so pleased to see so many new faces!’ He went on for a couple of minutes, about how their time at Mary Magdalene would help them build character and become better people, how the light of God would save them from the Devil’s influence and make model citizens of them, good mothers and wives, and most importantly, good Christians. Agnes glanced around as he spoke. The walls of the room were white, and the floor was grey linoleum. There was a reception desk at one end, but no chairs or sofas by way of a waiting area. The only art work was a large painting of Jesus on the wall behind Mr. Portman. When Mr. Portman had finished speaking, Miss Corrine opened a door off to one side. A dozen girls walked into the room, in a neat line. Like the girls who had come to their church, these girls wore white dresses. They all had their hands clasped in front of them. They lined up opposite Agnes and the other new girls. ‘These are your Big Sisters,’ said Mr. Portman. ‘We have a buddy system here. You will each be assigned a Big Sister who will teach you our rules, show you around and help you find your feet. I will call your names, and the names of your Big Sisters. When you have paired up, your Big Sister will take you to your sleeping quarters and give you a uniform to wear. They will then accompany you to supper, before we all gather for evening prayer.’ Agnes stood as patiently as she could while Mr. Portman started reading off the names on his list. Her name was the last to be read. ‘Agnes Williams,’ said Mr. Portman, ‘your Big Sister will be Mary-Louise Miller.’ The girl who stepped up to Agnes was a couple of years older. She was tall and blonde, with sparkling blue eyes and a sweet smile. ‘It’s so nice to meet you, Agnes!’ she said and shook her hand. She spoke in a soft southern accent, her voice a lilting alto. ‘Come on, I’ll show you where you’re sleeping.’ Mary-Louise brought her to a dormitory down a couple of corridors. There were eight beds in it. One other new girl was being inducted a couple of beds down. ‘I’m in the bed next to yours,’ said Mary-Louise. ‘That way I can keep tabs on you. I’m sure we’ll be best friends!’ She beamed. ‘Here, let me find your uniform.’ She walked up to the small dresser that stood next to the bed. ‘You get two of these,’ she explained, taking out a white dress like her own. ‘We don’t wear any other clothes here, so you won’t be needing anything but your own underwear and night clothes. There’s room in the dresser for that. There’s a bathroom and showers at the end of the hall. Now, get changed.’ Agnes took off her own clothes and put on the white dress. Perhaps this place wasn’t so bad, she thought. Everyone seemed friendly… Maybe she’d be all right. It was only for three months, after all. Mary-Louise took her to supper when she was done changing. On the way she told her about the daily routine at Mary Magdalene’s. ‘We get up at six every day for morning prayers, before breakfast at seven thirty,’ she said. ‘After breakfast we have Bible Study classes, quiet meditation, things like that, all day, until about five pm. Lunch is at one, and supper is at seven in the evening. We have free time between five and seven. Then we have evening prayer at eight, which is one hour, and the showers are open between nine and ten. Lights out at ten pm.’ ‘Sounds very strict,’ said Agnes. ‘It is,’ said Mary-Louise, ‘but we’re better people for it. Routines are key.’ The mess was a large, white room with several long tables. Agnes was at once struck by how quiet it was. The tables were almost full, but the few who were speaking were doing so in hushed murmurs and whispers. Mary-Louise led her to one of the tables and they sat down. A few minutes later, Mr. Portman, Miss Corrine and a few other staff members came marching into the room. The room fell completely silent. They sat down at a smaller, empty table at the far end. Mr. Portman was last to sit, and before he did, he gave a curt nod to the table closest. As one, the girls at that table stood up, in silence, and marched over to the counter. They each took a tray, and were handed plates of food by serving staff. One table at a time, the girls went to collect their food. Soon it was Agnes’s turn. It was eerie. The only sounds in the room were shuffling feet, the chinking of cutlery and hushed voices from the staff table. The girls all ate in complete silence, it seemed. Approaching the counter, Agnes realised that the serving staff all appeared to be teenaged girls like herself. She wondered fleetingly if they were other students, but was too tired to bother questioning Mary-Louise about it. She was served a vegetable soup with a roll on the side. There were no other choices, and no butter for the roll. She was given water to drink. The soup didn’t taste like much, but Agnes was hungry, so she ate all of it. So, it seemed, did everybody else. There were no second helpings, however. Exhausted after the long journey and the new impressions of the day, Agnes sat through evening prayer in a daze, mimicking the other girls and moving her lips as best she could. Afterwards she had a quick shower and went to bed, asleep before her head hit the pillow. ————— Getting up the next morning was hard. Mary-Louise had to shake her several times before at last Agnes sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes. ‘Time’s it?’ she murmured. ‘Already five past six,’ said Mary-Louise. ‘Hurry up and get dressed or we’ll be late for morning prayer!’ Agnes got up and put on her dress. She tied back her dark hair, now messy from sleep. ‘I won’t always be here to wake you up, you know,’ Mary-Louise admonished her as they set off towards the chapel. ‘You’re gonna have to learn to get up on your own.’ ‘Sorry,’ Agnes mumbled. She still didn’t feel properly awake. She longed for coffee or something else to wake her up. She sat through morning prayer trying her best not to doze off, though she appeared to not quite manage, as Mary-Louise had to poke her several times to make her pay attention. After prayer they went down to the mess for breakfast. Agnes ate a couple of spoonfuls of the bland porridge she had been served and then spent the rest of the meal poking at it with her spoon. She drank orange juice (there was no coffee) and tried to stifle her yawns. ‘Aren’t you going to finish your food?’ whispered Mary-Louise after a while. Her plate was empty and she sat with her hands in her lap, looking curiously at her charge. ‘I’m not really hungry,’ replied Agnes, sleepily. ‘I can never eat in the mornings.’ ‘But you have to eat it,’ said Mary-Louise. ‘Those are the rules. Everyone has to empty their plate at every meal. You have no choice.’ ‘But I can’t, I’m not hungry.’ Mary-Louise studied her, frowning. ‘Fine,’ she said, after a moment. Then she got up, and walked over to the staff table. She whispered something to Miss Corrine, who stood up and came back with her. Everyone stopped eating and looked up. Miss Corrine approached Agnes, looking stern. ‘Everyone has to finish their food here, Agnes,’ she said. Agnes was sure everybody could hear her as the room was so quiet. ‘Perhaps we hadn’t made that clear?’ ‘I’m sorry, Miss Corrine,’ said Agnes, trying for a smile, ‘but I just can’t eat if I’m not hungry.’ ‘Do you squander the gifts the good Lord gives you?’ asked Miss Corrine. ‘No, ma’am…’ Agnes frowned, her smile faltering. ‘I mean, I don’t mean to, but you give us big portions, so . . .’ ‘You will finish your food, Agnes, or there will be consequences,’ said Miss Corrine. Mr. Portman stood from the staff table then, and came towards them. ‘What’s all this then?’ he asked calmly. ‘Agnes refuses to eat, sir,’ said Mary-Louise softly. ‘I’m sorry to hear that.’ Mr. Portman turned to Agnes. ‘I would prefer if you eat what’s on your plate.’ ‘But, sir, I’m not hungry!’ Agnes’s voice had gained an edge now. She felt annoyed. Surely it was none of anyone else’s business whether she ate breakfast or not? ‘Then I’m afraid you leave me with no choice,’ said Mr. Portman sadly. ‘Miss Corrine, look after everything here. Agnes, Mary-Louise, come with me, please.’ Agnes’s stomach churned as she stood. What was to happen now? They followed Mr. Portman out of the mess and down the hall towards a door. Upon entering, Agnes discovered the room beyond to be Mr. Portman’s office. It contained a heavy mahogany desk and several bookcases. Mr. Portman sat down behind the desk while the girls remained standing. ‘It pains me to have to do this already on your first day, Agnes,’ said Mr. Portman without looking at them, adjusting a cup full of pens on his desk. ‘But the rules here are strict and meant to be followed. Everything we do here is for your own good, to teach you girls to be good, Christian women. You are sinful by nature. You need guidance. You are here because the Devil has taken up residence in you. I am here because I wish to drive him out.’ There was a silence. Agnes stared down at her tan ballerina flats, saying nothing. ‘Now, as for your punishment.’ Mr. Portman stood, walking over to one of the bookshelves where a jug of water and several glasses stood. ‘Mary-Louise, I delegate to you to make sure that Agnes drinks one glass of water every hour until lunch. You are also to make sure she doesn’t go to the restroom in that time. If she is ready then to show appreciation for the gifts that God has given her and empties her plate, she may visit the restroom after. We’ll start now.’ He filled a glass with water and walked around his desk, handing the glass to Agnes. ‘Drink up.’ Agnes took the glass. Something squirmed in her stomach. She was to go five hours without going to the bathroom while drinking copious amounts of water? It seemed hardly possible. Mr. Portman made an impatient sound, a clearing of the throat and, without looking at him, Agnes lifted the glass to her lips and drained it in a few gulps. Thankfully it wasn’t a very large glass, but she suddenly wished that she hadn’t had all that orange juice. Mr. Portman dismissed them, and the two girls left his office. They walked in silence for a while. Breakfast was over and it was time for the first class of the day. When they exited the main building to walk across the dry grass to one of the smaller ones, Agnes finally spoke. ‘Why did you tell on me like that?’ she asked softly. She felt Mary-Louise glance at her out of the corner of her eye for a moment before answering. ‘Like he said. You’re here because you’ve got the Devil in you. They can’t help you expel him if you don’t follow the rules. I did it for your own good. Besides, they would have noticed sooner or later anyway.’ Agnes rolled her eyes. ‘Oh, I see. You did it for me, not to show what a good girl you are. Your motives were purely altruistic.’ She was unable to keep the sarcastic tone out of her voice. Mary-Louise stopped and turned to her. ‘We’re encouraged to take care of each other here, Agnes.’ Her voice still had the sweet tone of before, but something in her look was cold. ‘We help each other get better. I was like you when I got here. I had demons inside me making me wilful, making me talk back, making me flaunt the rules. The other girls helped me see the error of my ways, helped me shake off the demons and become a better person. I’m not there yet. Us girls, we’re sinful by nature and it’s only by giving ourselves over to the Lord completely that we can rid ourselves of that sin. I’m getting there, and helping you will help me get there. When you do good you are rewarded. When you do bad you’re punished. All we’re doing here is giving a taste in life of the punishments that await the wicked after death.’ She turned away and began to walk again. ‘The Devil loves pleasure and fears pain. It is with pain you drive him out.’ She sounded like a text book. Like she had memorised all these things and was parroting them back the way she’d been taught. This frightened Agnes more than the words themselves. She hadn’t had much choice but to come here like her parents wanted, and she had been resigned to her fate. Spend three months at yet another ‘Bible Camp’, act like a good girl, and then go home. But the certainty with which Mary-Louise spoke, her blind faith in her words and acceptance of the status quo, that was terrifying. It told Agnes that this place changed people, and that if she wasn’t careful it would change her too, and she would lose her sense of self. By ten o’clock, Agnes had lost her ability to sit still. She fidgeted in her seat while Miss Corrine told them the story of Adam and Eve and explained how Eve’s weakness had damned all women and steeped them in sin. How purity and obedience were the only way towards salvation for any girl. Agnes only picked up bits and pieces, her rapidly filling bladder distracting her. An hour later she was bouncing in her seat, rocking back and forth and trying to refrain from putting her hands between her legs and hold herself. Mary-Louise kept obediently getting up, every hour on the hour, to get her a glass of water. Miss Corrine appeared to have been informed, because she said nothing. Either that or this was such a common occurrence that it hardly bore notice. At one the girls returned to the mess for lunch, and by now Agnes was beginning to feel like she couldn’t possibly hold it for much longer. She took tiny steps and had to stop often to cross her legs or bend forward and clutch herself, and she felt the occasional trickle go into her panties. Mary-Louise walked next to her patiently. Agnes couldn’t have told anyone what was for lunch. It was bland and no doubt very healthy, and she wolfed it down at record speed, hoping that if she just finished it all she would be allowed a bathroom break. When Mr. Portman came over to inspect her plate and gave a satisfied smile, she shot to her feet. ‘Can I . . .’ She could hardly get the words out and cleared her throat, dancing slightly on the spot. She decided it would be better to be polite. ‘May I please be excused for the restroom now, sir?’ she asked as sweetly as she could. Mr. Portman’s smile widened. ‘Of course you may.’ Agnes shot out of the mess like a bullet and only just made it to the toilet in time. Peeing had never felt so wonderful as at that moment. She went for at least a minute, voiding her bladder in a hard, steady stream. She had to bite her lip in order not to moan. She was pretty sure moaning was a sin. ————— The afternoon was spent in so called quiet meditation, which essentially meant sitting in the chapel staring at the cross on the wall. It was impossible for Agnes not to let her mind wander. She thought about home, about her bedroom and her CDs. She realised with a jolt that she had never gone this long without listening to music before. Unless one counted the psalms they sung during prayer, which Agnes most certainly did not. If it didn’t have a beat it wasn’t much worth a damn. She wondered how much she’d miss dancing by the end of her stay at Mary Magdalen’s. She wondered if she would even remember her favourite songs, going so long without hearing them. And what about her friends? Agnes sighed deeply at this thought. She missed her friends. Ava, the trivia machine who knew everything. Lily, who was so fashionable and sweet and always helped Agnes with her make-up. Wayne, who hung out with them and who Agnes was pretty sure would turn out to be gay. She would have given just about anything right then to sit in the park with the three of them, sharing a stolen cigarette and laughing about something they’d seen on TV. Would they still like her when she got back? She looked away from the cross on the wall, glancing about the chapel as covertly as she could manage. Everyone else seemed to be doing what they were supposed to. Some had their hands clasped, lips moving in silent prayer. Others had closed their eyes and looked almost blissful. Next to her, Mary-Louise sat with her hands in her lap, a serene smile playing on her lips and her eyes out of focus. Agnes found herself wondering what she was thinking. Agnes was about to return her gaze to the cross, figuring that one person not doing what she was supposed to was bound to stick out like a sore thumb, when she spotted another girl who seemed to have her mind elsewhere as well. A redheaded, freckled girl who might have been a year or two older than Agnes sat picking at her dress, looking deeply bored. As though she could feel Agnes’s eyes on her, she looked up and met her gaze. She smiled and rolled her eyes in commiseration, before, heaving what was obviously a heavy and demonstrative sigh, returning her gaze to her own lap. Agnes was too taken aback to return the smile before it was too late. ————— At five o’clock Mary-Louise finally left Agnes’s side to go hang out with some girls from a different dorm. She asked Agnes to join her, but Agnes had happily refused, longing for some time on her own. She made her way to the common room, which was next to the mess, and sat down in an almost comfortable arm chair. There was a bookshelf in the common room, but it contained only titles like How to Be a Good Girl and Rejecting Satan: A Guide to Spiritual Cleansing, in addition to half a dozen Bibles and several prayer books. There was also an out of tune piano with a sign on it saying that it was not to be played without express permission. So Agnes sat back in her chair and let her mind wander. Somebody pulled up a chair next to her and sat down. Dragged out of her thoughts, Agnes glanced sideways at the newcomer. It was the redhead from earlier. ‘Hey,’ said the girl, smiling. ‘I’m Maddie. What’s your name?’ ‘I’m Agnes,’ said Agnes, sitting up slightly. She took in Maddie’s appearance. She was very pretty, with sparkling green eyes, thin pink lips and a button nose. Her red hair was wavy and shoulder length. ’So, what are you in for, Agnes?’ asked Maddie, leaning back in her chair with her hands behind her head. Agnes looked away, blushing slightly. ‘Kissing a boy. And probably some other things too.’ She glanced at Maddie again and found her smiling. ‘What about you?’ ‘Well, let’s see, where to start . . .’ Maddie counted on her fingers. ‘Having opinions, reading William Blake, disobedience and masturbation. Plus lack of shame for all of the above.’ Agnes laughed nervously. ‘Well, that’s quite a list.’ Maddie shrugged. ‘It all boils down to the same thing, really. Being a girl and not feeling sorry about it.’ Her expression changed to a more serious one. ‘How are you holding up? I gathered that Portman gave you the old water torture. It’s a favourite of his.’ Her eyes seemed to darken at this and her voice took on a bitter edge. ‘Sucks to have to go through that your first day.’ ‘Yeah, well . . .’ Agnes looked away uncomfortably. ‘Been through it lots of times myself,’ Maddie continued. ‘Portman’s punishments just don’t seem to bite, though. I’ve been here for like six months, and I’m still the same ungodly, sinful creature as I was when I got here. At this rate I’ll grow old and die in this hellhole.’ Agnes looked around nervously. She was pretty sure that this was not a conversation they were meant to be having, but no one seemed to be listening to them. That made her feel braver. ‘I miss my friends,’ she said. ‘I just really wanna go home.’ ‘Yeah,’ said Maddie. ‘Me too. But, hey. I don’t know if I’m right, but I kind of feel like you and me get each other. So, you know, maybe we could be friends?’ Agnes smiled. ‘I’d like that.’ ‘Cool. Just don’t tell Big Sister Mary-Louise about it.’ As they talked, Agnes thought that if Maddie could spend six months at Mary Magdalen’s and still be normal, maybe there was hope for her too.

Yesterday morning, I woke up nice and early, as I usually do on a work day. I rolled over in bed to find my sexy as ever wife, scrolling through her phone, wearing only panties. I kissed her on the check and rubbed her boobs. “Morning honey,” I said, half asleep still. She put down her phone and turned towards me and we began making out. This was a good sign, as 9/10 times she runs to the toilet first thing in the morning, so I thought I got lucky and was in that 1/10 scenario. I rolled on top of her and we started making out more aggressively. I rubbed my cock on her pussy and she let out a cute little moan. “You want me to go in?” I asked her. She eagerly accepted. I slowly entered her and she let out an even sexier moan. As I was thrusting, I noticed she was squeezing her legs and turning her thighs inward every second her hands weren’t on me. She was squeezing my back too. I kept going and she kept moaning, squeezing me tighter and tighter. I eventually told her I was gonna cum and she squeezed even tighter. I came inside her and moaned in her ear, she did the same in mine. I stayed like this for a few seconds before she started wriggling like crazy underneath me and begged “GET OFF!” Startled, I did what she asked and she immediately ran to the bathroom connected to our room. I heard her quickly take off her panties and practically throw herself onto the toilet. What followed was a huge sigh of relief and a powerful stream into the toilet bowl. I followed her into the bathroom to find her with a big grin on her face as she kept it down. “Why did you tell me you had to go?” She looked up with an embarrassed look on her face and said “I was going to but you felt too good and I thought I could make it until you came, I thought you would never cum!” Then I noticed the trail of pee from our bedroom to the bathroom. I laughed and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

After my last story with May Holdall and her accident at work, the SO had an idea for a second story that included a sexual encounter. I wasn't up to it for along while, but I figured it would be a good way to get back into writing more. This is a follow up to this story. May Holdall Receives A Delivery On The Job Desperation, Wetting, Male/Female Sex “Shit, shit,” May whispered under her breath as her bus got closer to her stop at the Tiki-Time Bikini Hut. They just needed to to get through the next stoplight, and her stop was right there. The bus was packed for the morning commute, and May was stuck standing between a guy in a suit who was scrolling through emails on his phone and a teenager listening to music on massive but ineffective headphones. She was holding on to the bar in the middle of the bus for dear life, and trying to maintain her balance on her high wedge sandals. She was feeling squished in, hot, and her legs hurt from standing for the whole ride. But worse than all of that, she forgot to pee before she left home, and that problem was reaching a very painful head. But that wasn’t why May was nervous. She was late! She woke up late, she was too late for her usual bus, and the next bus was late. Now she was going to be late to open the coffee stand. Usually, one of the two girls on shift would arrive a little before opening, get everything situated, and be ready in time for their colleague to show up and start. Today was May’s turn, and now she was going to have to rush through everything if she wanted to get done in time for her coworker to arrive. If Eddie, the owner, found out May was late again… well it wouldn’t be good. The bus jolted to a stop, and May staggered to her side before bumping into the back of a man there. A twinge of panic went through her body as she squeezed her legs together. She was going to be fine, as long as she could get off the bus and run to the restroom at the gas station on the lot. Her thighs were tensed against each other, and she was feeling just a little sweaty. But she wasn’t in a panic, not yet. The light changed, and the bus started to move. They crossed over the intersection, and May hit the button to signal a stop. Then the bus stopped behind another car, more traffic, and so close to her stop. She peeked at her phone in her bag for the time. “Shit…” She was barely going to have enough time to get ready. She would have to run to the bathroom after Cindy showed up. She could hold it through set up, she was sure of it. It wasn’t that complicated, getting decorations set up, preparing the registers, getting the cups in place. She could do it in her sleep, she actually did in a few work nightmares. May squirmed involuntarily, and then she pulled down the back of her red pleated skirt when a breeze through the bus made her question exactly how much of her ample backside she was showing off. It felt silly considering she was going to strip down to a bikini when she got into the little coffee hut, but that was for money, she wasn’t trying to give away the goods for weirdos on the bus. She looked around and saw a guy further down the bus giving her the eye. He wasn’t bad looking, but he was wearing a gold chain and a pair of watches, definite red flags. The nod and wink he gave her was still flattering, and she couldn’t help but flush pink as she looked away. The bus came to a stop, and May let out a sigh of relief as the front door opened and the bus began to kneel. “Excuse me,” she said, trying to be as loud as she could manage, “sorry, excuse me.” She pushed through, eventually getting to the front. She adjusted the sleeves down on her ‘off-shoulder’ white top and then took ginger steps down to the sidewalk. The last step sent an impact through her body, and she immediately regretted landing so hard. But she stood still as the bus swished and rose behind her. She squeezed her thighs tight and waited for the small wave of desperation to subside before she headed toward the closed up coffee stand. May had a lot to do in not a lot of time. A new pack of disposable cups had to be opened up and put up on the counters, she had to rehang the flower decorations above the pick up windows, and she still had to refill the tills from the safe on the floor along the wall. There were a few other tasks, including getting the machines warmed up, but those first three were the most important. So, May put her bag down on the floor and shuffled over to a locked cabinet. She pulled out her key, opening it up to a pack of cups fresh in a plastic bag. She clicked her tongue and grabbed the full bag, then tried to grip it in both hands and rip it, but the plastic didn’t immediately give. “Damnit, come on,” she grunted. These bags were always annoying, but they were more annoying when she had to pee so bad that she-. May tried to shake it out of her head, she didn’t have to go that bad. It was okay, she just needed to finish this prep work and she could run to the bathroom. May pulled harder. The flex of her muscles made her that much more aware of the pressure just below her stomach. She thought the plastic was giving way, but she also felt like something of her own was giving way. She stopped pulling and held the bag of cups in one hand, the second pressed into her crotch for just a moment. She wasn’t desperate, just being careful. She would be done in just a few minutes, she was fine. So she took a deep breath and then grabbed the bag with both hands again, pulling until it started to rip apart. She needed a stack on each side, so she grabbed a stack and started to count them off. The espresso machines needed to be on, she could do that now. She stopped in the middle of her counting and reached out to click the machines on, and they started to let out a light hiss like a teapot just nearing a boil. She regretted turning them on immediately. As she finished grabbing her first stack, one machine let out a sharper hiss and May cringed at the sound of leaking water vapor. “Almost done, almost done,” she whispered to herself. Then a loud knock on the door to the hut made May jump out of her heels. She teetered, and then bent over forwards as she recovered, squeezing her thighs together as tight as she could. She could feel the pressure building up, and even if she evaded the thought she knew if she relaxed for more than a moment she was going to ruin another ‘work uniform’. But she took in a long breath, and the pressure subsided just slightly. “Hello?” A deep voice asked from outside. It was Trent! Trent was their regular delivery guy. He worked for Co-Squared, a supplier for coffee and hot chocolate places across the state. He was also the least creepy person May ever got to meet while she was at work, by a long shot. He had to be there to drop off supplies for the week, May completely forgot. She stood up as best she could, and then waddled over to the door. When she peeked out to the early morning light, Trent’s deep green eyes were looking back in at her. His dark brown dimples were framed by a freshly shaved face. She could almost smell his aftershave, they must be his first stop of the day. “Oh Trent, heeey,” May said. She tried to do a cute little finger twinkling wave, but she immediately felt more awkward than welcoming, so she opened the door wider. Trent nodded his head and tipped the bill of his blue hat with the company logo on the front. He handed May a clipboard, and she took it with both hands and looked it over. It was a long list today, a lot of beans getting replenished, more cups (she did grab the last bag), stirrers, lids, and more. He was going to be here for a bit, maybe until they opened. “I’ve got quite a load for you today,” He said, then chuckled. He lifted an eyebrow in thought, “wait, that sounds wrong.” But he didn’t dwell on it, and turned around to head back to his truck parked right in front of one of the two windows. As soon as his back was turned, May squatted down and squeezed her bare legs together. She had to pee, she was willing to admit that. She had to pee bad, and she didn’t know how much longer she had left before it became a real problem. Just moving was torture on her muscles, and she was suddenly mad that there was no chair inside the small hut so she could sit and have something to press into. But now that Trent was here, she didn’t know if she could leave. Eddie would be livid if he knew that she left a delivery guy alone in the hut, even if most of the staff saw Trent more than they saw Eddie, and trusted him more to boot. May could hear Trent returning, so she brought herself back to standing in time for him to pull the door open with his foot and step in with two large bags of different coffee beans. “Want these in the usual place?” Trent asked with a smile so wide his cheeks closed his eyes. “Or is this a dump everything and deal with it later sort of day?” May looked around and thought about that option. She didn’t consider that she could just make him leave everything, maybe she could still run to the gas station if he did. But if he did that, she would have to put it all away herself, and then if Cindy saw the mess she would probably be pissy the rest of her shift. May let out an exasperated sigh as she looked across the floor. “That kind of day huh?” Trent said. “Don’t worry, I’ll get it all put away.” May couldn’t help but smile as Trent opened one bag and started to pull out individual bags of beans. “It isn’t that, I’m just late so I’m like, crazy behind.” She tried to laugh, but instead of her work giggle it sounded like a nervous mad scientist. “Well how about I help out,” Trent said as he peeked at her over his shoulder and kept pulling out coffee. “We can get done twice as fast.” She nodded, and looked away to hide the blush on her face, “that sounds nice.” May tried to ignore the rising waves of panic from between her legs, so she grabbed some coffee as Trent headed back out to his truck to get more of their order. As soon as Trent was out of the door, May grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled out as she let out a groan of frustration. Why did she have to pee so bad now?! Trent was so nice, so cute, hot even! But she felt like she was standing in front of a cracking dam with a wooden bucket. A new wave of pressure hit her and she dropped her hem and squeezed her knees in to fight as best she could. It was dangerous, this was getting bad. She was close to another emergency and she was pretty sure it would be a lot harder to hide an accident in the hut this time. She squeezed her eyes shut and focused with everything she had. Then she realized she was standing in Trent’s shadow. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, and he had a concerned frown on his face. “You okay May?” He asked, “this day going that bad?” She wanted to answer, but she was sure if she even tried to stand normally she was going to leak. She lifted her arm as if to start putting the stirrers away in the high cabinet, but Trent took it out of her hands. “Hey don’t worry about it okay,” Trent said. He lifted the bag and started to put them away with rapid plops of bags on wood. “You don’t deserve a day like this, you’re always so nice and positive even when these people are giving you shit, I see it. I don’t wanna be one more person making your day hard, you know?” He was rambling, and as the spike of pressure faded May found it replaced by something new. It was a warmth, one she was surprised she could feel with everything else going on. May wanted to fuck Trent. Okay that wasn’t a surprise, she had more than a few fantasies about Trent, especially during a busy shift when gross men were nonstop flirting with her. Replacing their ugly faces with the handsome and kind Trent was how she survived. But something about the moment, maybe a small spike of the fight or flight from her desperation, made it that much more obvious. She wanted him, and she wanted him right now. Screw her job, screw Eddie, she just wanted to screw Trent. She could tell him, right now. Then she could run off, use the bathroom, and maybe they could run off together. Her bladder stopped threatening her for just long enough for May to make her choice. She wasn’t going to be able to get ready in time and also confess to Trent. She tapped him on the arm and he turned to look down toward her. May grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down into a kiss, her lips pressing into his soft pair. Trent went stiff for a moment, then dropped the bag and wrapped an arm around her. “I’m okay if you make my day a little hard,” May whispered toward him, then she chuckled at her own cringe-worthy joke. “But fi-” She didn’t have time to get out another word. Trent kissed her again and maneuvered her back into the same cabinet they were just filling. The impact alarmed her, but Trent’s lips on hers calmed her in an instant. His arm wrapped around her, cupping between her lower back and the cabinet as he leaned down to keep their embrace going. His other hand ran down her cheek, slid down her neck, ran over her shoulder. The moment her lips parted, his tongue found hers, and they intertwined. Trent’s hand cupped her breast through her top, and in a flurry May brought her hand up and unbuttoned her highest button to pull the top down. His hand found her red bikini top, his thumb massaging her nipple through the thin padding while his kiss pressed her to the cabinet. Her bladder screamed in protest. One knee was clasped over the other, too low for Trent to pay the motion any attention yet. But her toes were curling, and her calves flexing with the effort of silencing the emergency downstairs so she could enjoy Trent’s attention for just a moment. His hand slipped up under her bikini top and May gasped as his warm and strong hands gripped her tender flesh. She could feel his excitement pressing against her through his work slacks, nestled right around her stomach. He stopped and pulled just far enough to whisper out a question. “I’m sorry, is this too much? I’ve just always… I never thought you… should I stop?” YES! May’s body demanded she say yes. She didn’t have time for this, she didn’t have time for anything. She was desperate, but she might still have time to clean up and run to the bathroom before her shift started. She had a strong bladder by all means, a lifetime in the service industry demanded that. But there was holding it through a lunch rush, and then there was holding it through… this. But Trent’s face. If she said no now, would she ever get another chance at him? She felt lucky he accepted her move in the first place. Not that the feeling between them wasn’t mutual, but it seemed he was scared of admitting his feelings, what if he took her leaving as a denial and never spoke to her again? The fear was bad enough to almost drown out her fear of flooding the hut’s floor. “No!” May hissed as she pushed forward to keep kissing him. Her enthusiasm was the last signal Trent needed. His hands slid down her sides, past her skirt and then beneath the hem. While their lips were hard pressed against each other, Trent grabbed her bikini bottom at each side and pulled them down to her thighs. She questioned what she could even do, what was even possible, but then her stomach leaped as Trent lifted her up by the hips and pulled her over to the counter top. She squeaked as she was dropped there, and then instinctively shoved a hand into her crotch as Trent struggled with his belt and fly. Their lips separated as he worked to pull his manhood free, and in that moment a wave of desperation sent a spark of alarm through May’s body. Despite Trent right in front of her, her bottoms sliding down to her knees, and one nipple exposed and erect, she couldn’t help but pull one knee over the other and squeeze with all her might. It felt like she was full to bursting now, like everything was right at the gate. This situation was impossible, she couldn’t see how she got out of this without humiliating herself, without pissing all over Trent and ruining this intimate moment. But as she saw him, saw the size of the black rod as he slid free from his boxers, her mind was blanked of all worries. She wasn’t some prim princess, she understood her own needs and her own lust. At the moment, all May could think of was what that would feel like. Trent slid on a condom from his pocket with some assistance from her free hand. She could feel his girth in her hand, feel the warmth radiating off of it as she slid the condom over him. It was intimidating, magnificent. She squeezed herself one last time before parting her legs as Trent turned his attention back to her. He parted her legs with a touch and lifted her knees. Her head lay against the closed service window as he pressed his hot head against her softest places, as he pushed that heat into her. May felt a sharp panic as he entered her, as all logic told her that he would force her open and make her release. That heat between her legs, the moisture between her lower lips, it all registered for the briefest moment as her starting to leak. She covered her mouth and suppressed another squeak as she doubled down on clenching every pelvic muscle she could. He pulled her hand away and kissed her as he continued to press her back against the counter. His other hand gripped her at the hip, helped guide him deeper into her, helped him fill her completely. Her eyes watered as she held on tight. May’s muscles sent every alarm that they were nearing their last ounces of strength. But she begged some outside force to help her hold on. Trent began to move, his length sliding away from her just to return with force. At first it was soft and intimate, their kisses and thrusts timed to create a beautiful rhythm. But it didn’t take long before he began to thrust harder, the force pushing her knees back toward her chest, his length spreading her. “God,” Trent moaned as his pace increased, “You’re so damn tight, ah.” She couldn’t tell him why, that she was holding on for dear life. Every thrust sent a wave through her bladder, sloshed her contents, rattled that little sphincter stopping the flow. She was sure if he wasn’t filling her, if she wasn’t pressed closed by his sordid intrusion, her fight would already be over. It was possible she couldn’t even leak if she tried. Then she felt a small warm jet, swore she heard it too. Her heart skipped, and she let out a small cry. “Ah shit,” May said in a panicked hiss, “deeper, don’t pull out.” Trent didn’t need to be told twice. She could already feel him throbbing, feel him expanding in anticipation. He was reaching his limit, he was almost done. But as he slid against her most sensitive places, she could feel every detail of him, condom or no. “You’re so good,” He groaned as she was slammed harder against the window, “so wet, oh May!” He kissed at her neck as she held him around his shoulders and clawed in so deep she was worried she would scratch him. He pressed in hard, and the force, the stimulation of it all broke through something. Like a white point of light that started as a distant star then overwhelmed her in an intense blast of pleasure. She couldn’t think, her muscles spasmed, her fingers and toes locked in a curl. Then she felt her legs drop, a distant sensation like it was happening to someone else. “Fuck! I’m going to be late!” Trent shouted. Normal sensation flooded back over May, starting with a distinct feeling of a warm jet splashing between her thighs as she sat on the counter. With an EEP May closed her legs and locked up, unable to move, unable to think. She was losing control, she was well past her limits and then some, this was it. Right in front of Trent, as their intimate moment ended. Even with her thighs closed and her attempted clenching, May heard a sharp hissing noise as another spray released between her legs. “Will you be okay?” Trent asked as he hurriedly pulled up his slacks. May looked up. He wasn’t paying attention to her, he was trying to leave. She slid off the counter, ignoring the slight dampness under her butt, and then gave a tense nod. “Uh-huh.” Trent leaned in and kissed her. “Sorry, we'll talk soon.” Then before she could even answer, He grabbed a bag and ran out the door. Leaving May standing with her bikini bottom down to her ankles and a wet patch on the butt of her skirt. In a blur of motion May grabbed an extra large cup off the counter, slipped her thighs apart, and put the cup in the way of a newly erupting flood from her bladder. It hit with a loud splash, and May pulled up the front of her skirt to watch the rapids as they exited her like a small waterfall between her overstimulated lower lips. The sensation, the relief, it was so immense that May couldn’t contain a moan louder than any she dared to release while Trent was in her. Her legs felt wobbly, and she leaned back against the counter to even stay stable as new shocks of pleasure ripped through her like arcing lightning. The cup was warm in her hand, and soon the sound made her realize it was almost full. She grabbed a second cup and stopped just long enough to swap them out. She didn’t get far in the second cup, but then again she lost a fair amount to… early releases. When she was finished she sat them both on the counter then capped them before letting out a final groan of relief. The hut was still a mess, there were supplies everywhere, and now she also had to clean up a damp space on the counter. If she got to it fast enough, maybe it wouldn’t smell like piss. But Trent, now that was something special. She grinned to herself. The door to the hut opened, and May’s stomach dropped. Was it that close to opening? Was Cindy here already? Trent’s head peaked in and he grabbed his clipboard from a shelf. “Sorry, forgot this.” He said. She gave him an exhausted and red in the face smile, “No problem, good luck.” Trent smiled back. “Yeah, hope the rest of your day is as good as mine has been so far.” Then he was gone again, and May was pretty sure her day was special enough already.

GUESS WHO FINALLY GOT THEIR POSTING PRIVILEGES? No more waiting a week and a half for mods to approve my posts for this bitch! I am getting into omo writing. All of these will be in the same universe. This post will be an introduction. These stories, mostly short and nonlinear, will focus on a King, Garnet III, his Queen, Cordelia, and the harem they keep (and yes, it is shared). Fantasy setting. The kingdom, Riverkeep, is small but peaceful. There are some other kingdoms nearby, one of which, Helmsmount, is experiencing some political strife. As a result, some dissidents have sought shelter in Riverkeep (this will be important later). It is in a fairly temperate region with hot summers and cold winters. The harem dwellers are kept in plush conditions, and are given plenty of jewelry and other finery to wear. In the summer, they're encouraged to wear little else. Normally, they get five pee/poop breaks a day, called toilet passes or potty passes, that they can use whenever they want, with these breaks resetting daily at midnight (they can plead for more if they're really desperate, but may be refused). Unlimited breaks are given only in the case of illness or significant injury. The toilets themselves are mostly variations on the chamber pot, although other options will be used. Main characters include: King Garnet Mid thirties. Considered rather handsome. His skin is tan and smooth, and his body is toned from athletic training and a good diet, with a bit of pudge on the belly, but not very much. His hair is dark and curly, and shines brown in the sun. His eyes are dark and, in the right light, his eyes look almost wine-red. Fond of women with MILFy builds, and skinny twinks and femboys. Considered a capable leader due to his care for domestic issues Charismatic, wise, intelligent, all that that makes a good leader Average bladder, but good at making it seem bigger than it is by managing his fluid intake. Maximum hold time is between eleven to thirteen hours. Will not urinate outside of his private pot unless there are quite literally no other options other than clothing. Dislikes even doing it in front of Cordelia. Queen Cordelia: Late twenties. Curvy build, with large hips, a round butt, and breasts around the side of a large orange or smaller grapefruit. Fairer skin than her husband. Brown eyes that have been described as honey-colored or amber. Her hair is long, wavy, blue-black, and well cared for. She has shapely, plush lips and is fond of lipstick. Not a lot of body hair, but the carpet matches the drapes, and is thick. Several harem members attempted to shave it all off one time and it took the better part of an hour before it was all gone. Empathetic and a little daft Big bladder. Max holding time around eighteen hours. Will urinate in front of those who desire to see it, but never where anyone else could see her--no public latrines, alleyways, or bushes. If she's travelling, she has to have a servant bring her chamber pot and set up a special tent. Even then, she doesn't like it. Flint: Male harem member. Late twenties. Smooth tan skin, with some pink scarring, mostly on his back. Dark brown, straight hair just past his shoulders. Gray eyes. Strong build, hint of abs. This next point mentions violence, so it's under a read more. It's backstory. Is subservient to Cordelia and almost excessively chivalrous to her Intelligent, appreciates that Garnet is the same. Has some trauma from his ejection from Helmsmount. The best remedy is either "quality time" (wink wink) with Cordelia or a nice long talk with Jim. Average cock, a bit long and thin. Pubes soft and fine. Slight happy trail. Average bladder. Maximum hold time is around twelve hours. Will urinate in public, but would rather use a toilet if one is available. Jim: Male harem member. Late thirties. Pale skin. Dirty blond hair that's a bit shaggy. Has a beard of the same color. Plenty of body hair to match, especially on his chest, abdomen and around his genitals. Prominent happy trail and thigh hair. Speaking of genitals, his are very large, both in length and girth. You can see it through his pants sometimes. It's also a nice-looking cock, with a good color and shape. Solid build, with a slight dad bod and strong arms. Fatherly disposition, took Flint under his arm because he thought "the lad looked lost" Very large bladder. Maximum hold time around twenty-four hours. He managed that only once, and with extensive leaking. Genuinely enjoys peeing, too. Has little shame about public urination--"we all gotta go." Rosemarie: Female harem member. Early twenties. Slender build, not much muscle, not much fat. Redheaded, but no freckles. Green eyes. Hair is a bit above shoulders. Smaller breasts--maybe the size of a lemon. Very, very attracted to Cordelia Hotheaded disposition. Irritates easily. Can be needy. Very subservient to Cordelia. Prefers to watch others pee, especially Cordelia. Will drink pee. Pubes are soft and fine, with no happy trail or thigh fuzz. Small bladder. Maximum hold time around six hours. Usually needs a pee at night. Frequently has to pee in a bucket or in the harem-members' exercise yard due to running out of potty passes. Due to this, has no shame in peeing in front of others. Background characters will be present. This may be edited later. First story post! This one's very x rated lol As soon as Garnet entered, the lovers swarmed around him. One lover took his crown and laid it carefully aside. Another unbuttoned his tunic and helped him out of it. Yet a third took his pants and shoes. A fourth gently pulled his undergarments from him, leaving him bare. A red silk robe was drawn about his shoulders, and he was led to a large round mattress dressed in velvet, where he lay down, sighing heavily at the lack of weight. He let his eyes close for a moment. A kiss was placed on his nose. “Would you like to be taken to your bed, your majesty?” He sighed. “No… no. I am merely a bit drained. Where is Cordelia?” The girl, slim and bare-breasted with piercings of ruby in each nipple, bit her soft lip. He recognized her as Lila, a new-ish addition. “... I know not. Would you like me to summon her?” Garnet sighed. “Yes. After that, come right back… I think I would like to play with those piercings you have.” She giggled. She sent for a servant, then came back, sitting next to him and baring her large chest. He carefully turned the piercings around within her soft pink nipples, marvelling at how they caught the light. She squeaked and squealed as he manipulated her soft buds. “... I think I will make someone breed you,” he murmured. “I think I would like to see those pretty breasts of yours full of milk.” She flushed. “Why… thank you, my lord.” Another presence approached the bed. Garnet looked up. “Cordelia. How nice to see you. Come, sit with me.” He sent Lila away with a wave of his hand. Cordelia sat, carefully. “You wanted to speak to me?” “I wanted to be with you,” Garnet sighed. “Has this day not been stressful? I thought we could perhaps have some time together.” “I… well…” She swallowed. “I… yes, I do love spending time with you.” He held his arms out. “Come to me.” She lay back into his arms, then squeaked and flinched hard, clenching her thighs. “What is wrong?” “I… I have been… I have not had the chance to pass urine all day…” She whimpered. “... I need to go so badly… I have been holding it since this morning. My lady parts are throbbing so badly. Please, I would do anything for a chamber pot!” She writhed, humping his leg. “I want you here,” Garnet replied, stroking her hair. “‘Tis not the same if it isn’t you. Can you hold it in?” One of the lovers, a girl named Rosemarie, laid a hand on Cordelia’s hip. “Allow me to assist, my lady.” “What do you mean?” Rosemarie stroked Cordelia’s hip tenderly. “It would be an honor, my lady, if you used my mouth to relieve yourself.” Cordelia initially looked like she wanted to refuse, then another wave of desperation struck. She gripped her lady-parts and writhed hard. “... Be quick! I do not know how much longer I can last!” Rosemarie gently guided Cordelia onto her back, spreading her legs and opening her robe. Rosemarie’s breath carded softly through Cordelia’s thick muff. Cordelia felt her pee hole quiver. Warm lips settled on her core, around her pee hole, and suckled tight. She moaned. “Now,” Garnet said. “Let go.” Cordelia focused. A strong tingling sensation jetted up into her abdomen as the pressure released. Her warm stream trickled over Rosemarie’s tongue. “Ooooh…” Rosemarie hummed. Her tongue laved against Cordelia’s core. The tingling in Cordelia’s lady parts burst into an incredible pleasure. Her clit throbbed. Her thighs quivered, opening wide and then wider. Rosemarie pushed her tongue against Cordelia’s clit just as her pee-stream hit its peak. The pee teased against her from the back, and Rosemarie’s tongue from the front, and between the two, the pleasure made her see stars. Just then, Garnet pinched both of her soft pink nipples, and that was her undoing. She came with a moan that resonated around the wooden paneled walls and off the velvet furnishings. When she came to, Rosemarie was gently wiping her lady-parts clean with a warm wet rag, and Garnet was sitting above her, smiling. She pouted, giving Garnet a wifely Look. Garnet just laughed. “Love you, Lia.” She grumbled. “Love you too.”

Hey everyone! This is the first story I've written. I'll be posting it in this thread chapter by chapter as I finish writing them. Let me know what you think. Chapter 1 The Trailhead That date circled in pink on her calendar has finally come. A day she has looked forward to for months. Hazel was going on another hiking trip with her best friend Sophia. Sophia is relatively new to hiking but is learning very fast. She has some camping experience as well but this trip was the first multi-day hike Sophia has ever done. Hazel on the other hand is very experienced hiking and has excellent bushcraft skills and knowledge. She knows her needs per day and feels confident in her ability to pack just whats needed and nothing else. Their plan was to drive to the trailhead located at Blue Lake, hike a day and a half to Manatee Lagoon, spend a night there, then hike the day and a half back. Their timing of this trip could not have been better, it was a couple weeks into fall, the temperatures were in the perfect range, and there wasn't a drop of rain forecast. It was that very short time of year in Florida where you could enjoy outside activities barely breaking a sweat while still not freezing at night. Hazel was boiling over with excitement as she saw Sophia pull in her driveway. She walked outside, greeted Sofia with a hug, then loaded her gear into Sophia's Jeep eager to get going. She paused briefly when she heard Sophia ask in a surprised way "Thats all you brought? One bag?" Hazel chuckled lightly then said "Yea! We're only going for 3 nights." Once her gear was in she said "I'll be right back, I'm going to pee one last time." "Good idea, I should do that too" Sofia agreed. A few minutes later they were all loaded up ready to go. The two of them made small talk during the 45 minutes it took to get to Blue Lake. Hazel could tell that Sophia was just as excited as herself yet a little nervous. When they arrived, they found that a lot of other people were taking advantage of the perfect weather. Sophia took the last available parking spot saying "I'm glad we got here when we did." "Yea." Thinking for a second, Sophia said "I can't believe how many people are here at 9 in the morning!" As they each grabbed their gear from the Jeep, Hazel said "I hope most of these people are fishing and that the trails are not too busy." They each did one final check then put their packs on and started down the trail. Helping to build her friends confidence, Hazel let Sophia lead the way down the marked trail. After about 30 minutes of hiking and talking, Hazel found herself watching Sophia's heart shaped ass more than the trail. She didn't even notice she had become lost in it's rhythmic movements until she heard Sophia yell "Hey!" Snapping back to reality, Hazel heard Sophia ask "Staring at my ass?" Fumbling for words and shaking her head Hazel replied "Y yea. N No." She took a big breath then asked "What's up?" "The trail splits ahead so which way do we go?" "Umm...let me look." Hazel replied as she fumbled for the map still startled from being caught. "Did you like what you saw?" Hazel blushed then trying to change the subject said "We need to go to the right." They continued on their journey when a little later they decided to rest for a few minutes. Sitting there sipping their waters, Sophia said "You never answered." "Huh?" "I asked if you liked what you saw." "Oh...right." Turning bright red again, Hazel replied "It's nice." Sophia simply replied with "Hmm." Then changed topics. Hazel sat there embarrassed yet horny and thinking that she could pee but decided she didn't want to loose time. About two hours into their journey, Hazel had finished her water bottle and was now using her camelback. Her need to pee was becoming more noticeable but not urgent so she said to herself I'll wait until we stop in just a bit for lunch. As they trekked on, she began wondering if Sophia was feeling it too. A few minutes later her question was answered by Sophia telling her "I need to pee." "Hold it." Hazel replied in a joking manner. Then to her surprise, Sophia said "Yea. It's not that bad yet." This made Hazel think back on things said between them in the past. She started to question if Sophia is also into pee. There's no way she thought to herself. For the next hour and 15 minutes, both girls were discretely grabbing themselves and adjusting their walks as their needs grew with each step. Hazel's need suddenly jumped a few digits higher as the trail went over a small creek. The bubbling sound from the water as it gently flowed over some rocks made her bladder think it was close to getting relief. She tried to distract herself with more conversation but in her hightened need, her ears were attracted to the sounds of sloshing water from their packs. Come on...it's only 15 more minutes until we stop to eat, you can make it she said to herself. Just then, Sophia stopped and said "If I go another step I will pee myself!" Hazel instantly became even more aroused at hearing that. She tried to not make it obvious that she was aroused but once Sophia started pulling her tight leggings and pink panties down all Hazel could do was stare. The sight of that forceful stream of hot pee shooting from between the thick lips of Sophia's perfectly shaved vagina made her own pussy quiver and her bladder spasm. After a few seconds of watching her own stream, Sophia looked up at Hazel and asked "Are you not going to go?" After a brief moment of thought, Hazel decided to give in to her bladders demands and started going for the waistband of her own leggings when she suddenly stopped because they heard voices. "Shit!" Sophia whispered loudly "There's people and I'm not done." Hazel looked down and saw her friend's stream grow even more forceful in an attempt to finish before the people could see anything. A few more seconds passed when her stream finally started to dwindle. Now in a panic, Sophia quickly stood up yanking her panties and leggings up all in one motion before her stream even had a chance to fully stop. As the other hikers passed by, the girls acted like they were looking at wildlife then giggled afterwards. Once they were out of sight, Hazel was again about to give in but then heard even more voices. Hazel, out of frustration, let out a soft growl then said "Lets just get to the picnic spot. I'll find a place to go there." "Are you sure you can make it?" "I don't have a choice." "Ok." replied Sophia. Hazel pondered if she made the right choice as they walked onwards.