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  1. The forest around her was sunny, which was a stark contrast to how it actually looked, beautiful tendrils of long leaves surrounded her, pastel pink petals flowering down the vines occasionally. Flowering in a way that no plant she had ever seen actually could, petals gently spinning in a wind that wasn’t there. The trees themselves were massive, all of them were casting shade, shafts of light shining between the canopy branches. The ground felt damp underneath her boots, but didn’t soak her shoes as she continued down the path, her leather shoes leaving a trail of her footprints behind her, the ground soft enough to leave the prints like breadcrumbs. “Hello? Anyone there?” No response, but Alliah wasn’t scared, why would she be? She felt in complete control, hands in her jacket’s pockets, shoulders loose, she kept moving. The atmosphere around her felt comforting, like a heated blanket, even as the water rose. The ground’s water level seemed to be gaining the more she moved forward? How odd...Alliah knew for a fact she wasn’t getting wet, instead her clothes just seemed to float with her as she looked around, like she was a piece of seaweed. Leaves floating like seaweed as the water got warmer and warmer, and to her it was the most normal thing in the world to happen. “This is pretty sick...Joseph? Jojo?” Alliah thought for sure he had been with her just a moment before, but it was possible she was wrong, he did get lost more often than not. All she could focus on was the warmth, the way the water swirled around her, her body shivering from how good it felt...How good the heat felt against her skin. Was it just the water? Or was she the one who was heating up? In her dream everything felt lovely, calm, nothing really surprised her...Perhaps it was a fever? Something she hadn’t been expecting really? Alliah’s hands which had been playing with the seaweed waving in the currents of what was now the ocean, moved down. Pushing her sleep shirt up to feel her stomach, drawing a whimper from her as she felt a sudden odd...pressure? Blinking a bit she squirmed, the pressure wasn’t in her chest, nowhere concerning, instead it was...Lower? Lower and warm, impossibly warm! Alliah bit her lip, bending over just a bit her arms wrapping around herself, what was this pressure, building up incredible heat in her body? Tingling on the inside of her thighs and making her tremble like she was cold, despite the comforting warmth she had been surrounded by just moments ago. “W-What the...hell? Joseph?! Are you there?! What’s going on!” Alliah wasn’t sure what was going on, pressing her knees together she took a breath, unable to keep her hips from wiggling. Whimpering softly as it hit her like a truck, she had to pee! When did she have to pee so bad? She needed to wake up, get the urge out, but her body didn’t know how to wake up, too focused on the pressure. The urge was more intense than anything else she had felt inside this dream. How long had she been holding it in this Ocean!? Looking around she didn’t spot any bathrooms, even if there was one would it matter? She was underwater anyway wasn’t she? If she was this desperate...She could just...Let it go right? “No one...is around I’m sure it’s...f...fine just this once! One time!” Joseph was flushed pink, embarrassed that his girlfriend had been...whimpering, whining, even keening in her sleep as he pulled on his shirt, fluffy dark hair he hadn’t tamed for the day yet framing his face, her soft ginger locks spread out over the pillow as she kicked off the blanket, her hips burrowing into the bed...Then he saw it, the shorts she wore, tight on her thighs, dark grey in color started….to darken. “A-Alliah!!” His cheeks grew even more colored, watching her shorts cling to her crotch, the shorts unable to carry the weight slipping down just a bit as the fabric tried to hold the liquid, a small stream of her shame leaking down her thigh, before her body shuddered, the girl jerking awake, a hand slipping down to feel her freshly wet thigh. “J-Jojo? Joseph?” Alliah moved to rub a hand to her face as she sat up, looking at her other hand in confusion before she froze, eyes going wide to look at him, going pink as her boyfriend moved to open his mouth. “I...you pissed the bed, you totally pissed the bed!! I...didn’t I tell you not to have like six monsters before you passed out~ That’s so embarrassing~” He laughed, moving to pull on his coat and come closer, pulling the blanket from over her leg so he could get a better look, smirking softly as he watched her cheeks get pinker. “Joseph! It’s...not like that they’re called accidents for a reason! Jeez...” Pushing her legs together, Alliah couldn’t wipe the blush off her cheeks, hating the way her face felt warm like the sun. Moving to her knees, she shivered at the excess wetness of her pajama pants leaking down her leg, sprinkling onto the sheets below her. “Oh~? An accident for the little baby? Aweee how cute~!” Joseph couldn't help it, teasing her was so easy, and how many times had she teased him for something embarrassing he had done? Alliah wasn’t having it though, reaching her hand up, Joseph raised a brow, moving closer, expecting a morning kiss or a playful pap to the cheek for his transgressions. “Joseph~ Why don’t you come here a second?” Joseph of course knew it was a trap, but leaned forward regardless, her hand wrapping around his wrist, suddenly...the world went sideways. He yelped, his voice breaking as his back hit her wet spot on the bed, making his cheeks blush a fuming crimson as she swung on top of him, her wet sleep shorts pressing into his once-dry jeans. “A-Alliah!! You can’t just...your...y-your still all wet! You’re going to stain my...my...pants!!” Alliah didn’t seem to car, instead her hands pressed into his stomach, as she smirked. “Oh~? You don’t want wet pants? You don’t want to be all helpless?” “I-I don’t want to!! Be pinned and get wet from your...your p-piss!” Alliah smirked, loving the way he stuttered his embarrassing little voice cracks, and chuckled, moving her rapidly cooling hips against his, a part of her...liked this? Liked how he squirmed, one of her hands, stranger than his noodle arms, gathered his wrists pushing them into the pillow above his head, her messy hair framing her face as she looked down at his helpless form. “You don’t want to be wet with my piss, how about your own, if it’s so embarrassing~?” She couldn’t help but chuckle, she was much stronger than him, she had gotten herself a golden retriever gamer boy, and she worked out every single day, there was no way he was moving until she let him. Joseph flushed pink, embarrassed as he wiggled though his heart wasn’t in it anymore, embarrassed by the twitch in his pants when she rubbed against him. “Alliah...I...it...I have to go to work...My coffee is going to get cold!” Alliah clearly didn’t care, leaning over him, she moved her hips enjoying the twitch in his jeans at her wetness, did he like this too? For some reason that sent a thrill of warmth up her spine. Alliah smirked, her other hand moving to the hem of his shirt, she started to push it up, her boyfriend wiggling underneath her with a little whimper, embarrassed that his body was betraying the fact that he liked this, liked her grinding against him...berating him, though what was she doing now? “Come on Alliah I’ve already had too much espresso I should go to work, I’ll come back, and make it up to you- Ngh~!” Joseph couldn’t help the soft noise as her fingers trailed down his stomach, playing with his happy trail as she pressed her fingers into his stomach. Joseph gave her a look, eyes going wide as he wiggled, he was...really ticklish and she knew this, making it hard for him to lay still underneath her. “Alliah come on!! I need to go...don-don’t! Mnm~” That didn’t mean he didn’t like the feeling of her fingers so close to the spot that already was excited at the promise of attention..Though his body was more concerned with the amount of liquid he had taken in, his happy trail right above his bladder he could feel the pressure building...It didn’t help she was pressing into it. “No, I think you’ll be late...For more reason than one, you should have thought about that before you dared to make fun of your loving girlfriend Jojo~” Joseph wanted to say something, to protest but instead he felt her fingers move faster underneath his ribs, making his back arch with a yelp, his body twisting to try and get away from those fingers, tickling all the weak points she knew about...her secret weapon against him. “W-Wait! N-Nopleasewait!” He couldn’t help it, he started laughing, his hips bucking against hers, he could feel her purr, expecting her to stop when he yelped that he gave in, he was sorry! Though she didn’t, she didn’t stop tickling him, what was she planning to do to him?! Her voice was a sweet tinkling of laughter that he usually loved so much. Joseph whimpered his throat closing up, having trouble speaking anything, the words he tried to make weren’t even words. His vision blurred, his girlfriend’s face melting into colors, tears gathering on the edge of his eyes as he couldn’t control the twist and turns of his body. His chest jerked against her fingers, wrist twisting against her hands. “Now now~ That’s no way to act, someone deserves a punishment for making fun of me~ I could stop...Or you could wet yourself, shamelessly, how much coffee did you say you had again? Two...three cups? All down here?” Alliah’s fingers moved down his belly, from underneath his ribs to over his bulging bladder. “Ngh~! Ha! Wait! W-Wait Alliah! Please I can’t these are my only work pants I-” Alliah smirked, not seeming to care as her fingers gently moved to tickle over the bump that proved where his bladder was. Joseph couldn’t help but wiggle against her hips, his breath clouding in front of him, or at least it felt like it, his glasses fogging from his own breath, crooked on his face as he tried to ignore the building warmth, the pressure on his bladder that made his knees shake. Words were a pipe dream at this point. His breath was nothing but gasps, body writhing as the warmth pushed down his body, gathering under her fingertips. The warmth was all he could focus on, barely registering the fact that his fingers were limp trembling with the body that couldn’t take it anymore. The warmth was unbearable, his bladder felt like it was on fire filled too full with caffeine that made the muscles eager to loosen up and let that liquid ruin his clothes, soak into the already ruined sheets. His shaking knees weakly pressed together, a soft whimpery, needy-moan leaving his lips, he only registered after the fact it was him, struggling far too hard to keep it in. “Awe what a good boy, trying to get free from good behavior? Embarrassing...” Alliah couldn’t help herself, he was helpless, whimpering, trying so hard to keep himself from wetting like a little kid, he was so cute. Pressing her hips against his, she brushed herself against the bulge in his pants, loving the way it drew a whimper from him, a small dot of wetness appearing on his inner thigh. “AlliahreallyIcan’t!” Her lips moved to brush against his lower jaw, loving the way she could feel the twitch again in his pants, hear his heartbeat pick up. The urge to wet was the only thing keeping his boner down, she loved it, teasing him, he wasn’t in control at all. “Did I ask if you could? You’re not leaving till those pants are wet, we both know it’s only a matter of time, piss pants, little piss baby~” Joseph’s bladder didn’t make it, the teasing, the soft whisper in his ear, the pressing, tickling, his body could only take so much, and it passed that threshold so long ago, he was surprised he managed to hold it till now. Whimpers, needy moans, keens all melted from his mouth as she watched him pee, his warmth gathering on his inner thigh, little streaks from the wet spot in the cloth, topaz in collar ran down his inner thigh to re-soak the sheets that had been nearly dry from Alliah’s own accident. His bladder deflated under her fingers, and instead of tickles, it was now simply soft soothing circles that she rubbed into the sore skin from being so stretched out, so needy. “There’s my good boy, doesn’t it feel good, being a weak little pisser, can’t even hold it with less than a few minutes of tickling?” Alliah made sure her breath danced over his ear as his knees jerked apart. A squirt of the pee he tried to keep back wetting her shorts, it dripping off her pants, Alliah realized that wasn’t the only thing dripping, her own breath turning to hot pants. She pressed her hips to his, moving against him Joseph meeting her eyes when they finally peaked open, the liquid from his bladder soaking into the back of his pants, his legs shaking from the pure effort of it. “Alliah please g-get off I love you...I w-want it...but I need to g-go to the...Idon’twant...t-to mess...messmyself! Please!” Alliah paused, feeling her own thighs warm from what she wanted, instead she pressed him into the bed, her fingers moving up his stomach, making him struggle, wheezing laughs, marred with voice cracks coming from him again as he begged, his voice weak and hoarse. “B-Babe, please I can’t, I...Shit! Please!” His body wasn’t done embarrassing him, he had failed to mention the breakfast he had made, how he didn’t even leave her any being as hungry as he was, and now it was coming back to bite him in the ass. The pressure on the front half of him was gone, replaced with a dull sore throbbing, that made the pressure on his back half even worse, his back struggling against the warm puddle, his clothes ruined, clinging to him. His breath was short gasps now, a mismatch to the earlier deep breaths. The pressure released, he didn’t even get a chance to really hold it back before the mess spread across his pants, soaking into the back of his boxers. It was so much more...liquid than he had thought it would be, was it the fact it hadn’t had time? Was it the way he was shaking, helpless to stop himself from messing? His pants were ruined, barely able to hold the liquid he excreted soaking into the cloth, into his skin, smearing across his pale skin, making him feel so dirty, so unclean. The smell of his mess spreading between them. His legs weren’t listening to him, Joseph’s pants were sticking to him, the mess itself leaking down the back of his pants. The way he was positioned made his mess start to leak up his back, making him tremble, those involuntary tears in his eyes slipping down his cheek, his cheeks flushed pink, he was so embarrassed...He was never going to live this down, how was Alliah ever going to look at him again? His eyes peaked open, wanting to see her face, wanting to see if she could even look at him without disgust in her eyes. Alliah’s eyes were meeting his hazel ones, a starving wolf look across her features, her fingers moved up to his cheeks, finger tips moving to his jawline she tilted his face towards her. Leaning down she pressed her lips to his, her hips against his, she moved against him, Joseph embarrassed of the half erection he was getting while she rubbed on him. “Shh baby you did so good...god...you did so good, you’re so fucking...hot, helpless, needy little thing~” Alliah, loved feeling him semi-hard, a mess against the comforter, knowing he’d never make it to work, not with the shower he’d need to have. “I couldn’t...h-help it babe, I...jesus...” He returned the kiss, eyes sparkling, her thumbs gently wiped off the tears that leaked down his cheeks. Nodding to him as she layered him in kisses, knowing they were fucking sooner...rather than later. “It’s okay Joseph, you’re so...so fucking cute, I loved that...Stay home from work and I’ll make all that pain go away, you’re so hot like this.” Alliah purred, pressing into his front, she loved the cold feeling of her wet pants pressing against his lukewarm spot on his pants, his pants getting tight, he whimpered. “I...c-could call in sick, y-you...you don’t think I’m gross?” Alliah nodded, purring as she moved to kiss him again, pressing him further into his mess, knowing it would spread across his pants, soaking into his pants even more. Her tongue breaking past his lips, hand brushing down his front to cup him, her fingers gently moving against the wet bulge of his pants. His pants were so tight, returning the kiss he whimpered, hard in her hands, helpless as she kept his hands pinned down, the rain outside drowning out the sounds of the morning activities...Joseph wound up not making it to work that day.
  2. Nerissa’s earliest memories were very happy ones. She and her mum went everywhere with her mum’s best friend, Lunaria, who had a daughter called Selinia. Selinia and Nerissa were the same age, and developed a bond of shared growing-up experiences. When Selinia was at the wetting-before-she-could-get-ashore stage, so was Nerissa. When Nerissa learned to hold her wee-wee until she got out of the water, Selinia learned it shortly after. The first time Selinia stood on her tail before she started doing her wee-wee, Nerissa was spurred on to make a supreme effort the next time they came ashore, and succeeded in standing halfway up before her wee-wee spurted out. Not long after that, Nerissa reached the stage of not being able to wee-wee in the sea. It scared her, the first time, because she thought she was going to die from the stomach cramps which drove her to race frantically for the beach. Then, when she broke the surface and found herself suddenly wetting uncontrollably, she burst into tears. “What’s the matter, Nerissa, love?” Mum asked anxiously. “I couldn’t wee-wee in the sea, and now I can’t hold it to stand up!” Nerissa wailed. Mum laughed. “Oh, is that all? Well, you shouldn’t worry about that, because it means you’re a big girl now.” “I’m a big girl even though I’ve wet myself?” “If you can’t wee-wee in the sea any more, that means you’re a big girl and you can control your bladder properly in the sea, where it matters. It’s nothing to worry about if you can’t stop yourself from wetting as soon as you get on the beach. You’ll learn to do that again soon.” Mum had been right, of course. Nerissa soon learned to anticipate the sudden slackening of her bladder sphincter as she emerged from the water. It was just a matter of timing: you had to clamp it shut hard, as soon as your tail came out of the water. Before this, she’d had to maintain constant control from the moment she neared the surface, right up until she was ashore and standing on her tail. That had been a little easier than this sudden transition from being unable to open her sphincter, to struggling to keep it closed. Selinia, on the other hand, seemed not to have the same difficulty. She continued as before, sometimes wetting as she slid up the beach, and sometimes standing before she wet. Once or twice, Nerissa noticed, she stood up and barely did a little dribble down her tail. She insisted she hadn’t wet on the sand, but Nerissa found that hard to believe. How could she not need to wee-wee, after coming out of the sea? The next phase that Nerissa and Selinia went through was play-pee. It started with Selinia wetting herself as she lay on the sand, basking, after a morning of hunting fish with their mums. The girls hadn’t really been hunting. Their mums were doing that. Nerissa just happened to catch a fish as it shot past her, trying to escape from her mum. Apart from that one fluke, the girls had simply played a game of tag while the adults got on with the serious business of catching food. Back on the beach, they had shared the catch between them, before lying down to soak up the heat of the sun. After a while, Lunaria and Nerissa’s mum had begun touching each other’s tails, near the place where they did their wee-wee. Very soon after that, Lunaria had done a wee-wee, letting it fountain up in little spurts as she lay there. Nerissa had been a little shocked to see her do it like that, without standing up. Then her mum had done the same thing. It must have felt very nice, because each of them shouted happily when it happened. She glanced at Selinia, and saw that she had also been watching their parents. When Selinia saw Nerissa looking at her, she grinned broadly, and then did a huge wee-wee, right up in the air as she lay on her back. “Selinia!” Lunaria scolded, in a good-humoured tone. “That’s not very polite, wetting yourself like that. You should stand up to do it.” “Well, you just did it like this,” Selinia replied. Lunaria smiled. “Yes, I know. I suppose it doesn’t matter when there’s just the four of us. Please don’t do that when we’re with other mermaids, though. You won’t see grown-up mermaids doing it except when they’re alone with their best friends.” After that, Nerissa and Selinia frequently played at tickling each other’s tummies while they were lying on the beach with their mums. They only played this game when there was just the four of them, but it was nevertheless their favourite game. The aim of it was to tickle or poke each other’s tummies until one of them wet herself, imitating the way their mums frequently played with each other in a similar fashion. Neither of the girls could make herself wee-wee in short spurts, like their mums always did. Even so, it was a fun game, which Nerissa invariably won. After a while, she began to suspect that this was because Selinia secretly liked wetting herself. * Nerissa always remembered the occasion when Lunaria first saw Selinia emerge from the sea and stand on her tail without doing a wee-wee. The two girls had remained deep underwater, playing tag, when their mothers went ashore with their catch of fish, and it had been some time before they realised that they were playing alone. When they realised, they immediately headed for shore. Their mothers had been lying on the sand, watching for them, when they slid up on the shore and stood on their tails. “Selinia, why didn’t you do a wee-wee?” Lunaria asked sternly. “I just didn’t need one,” Selinia said, her eyes sliding away from her mum’s face. “You did it in the sea before you got ashore, didn’t you?” Lunaria said. Selinia said nothing for a while, then nodded briefly, still not looking at her mum. “But how were you able to?” Selinia shrugged. “Sometimes I just can’t hold it long enough to get ashore.” “I don’t understand how that’s possible,” Nerissa’s mum said. “At your age, you shouldn’t be able to do it in the sea at all, even if you want to. You can’t, can you, Nerissa?” Nerissa shook her head. “I haven’t been able to let myself do it in the sea since that time when I cried because of wetting myself coming out of the sea.” “I’ve always been able to do it in the sea,” Selinia said, looking puzzled. “We both used to, when we were smaller.” “Yes, but then I found I couldn’t, and I haven’t been able to since,” Nerissa said. “Selinia, you mustn’t do it in the sea!” Lunaria shouted angrily. “Don’t you know it’s dangerous to do that?” “Why?” “Because if you’re too deep, it can kill you!” Lunaria screamed. Nerissa had never seen her so angry, and it scared her. “I’ll try not to,” Selinia said, her voice trembling. “You’d better do more than just try, little madam. If I find out you’ve wet in the sea again, I’ll be extremely angry.” A brown lump extruded from Selinia’s tail, a little way below her pee-hole, and dropped onto the sand in front of her. “Okay, Selinia, love,” Lunaria said, looking down at the poo. “I didn’t mean to scare you that much. You must remember how important this is, though. If you wet in the sea, it can kill you.” After this, Nerissa didn’t let on, on those occasions when she suspected that Selinia had peed in the sea. She seemed to do it quite frequently, despite her promise to her mum not to. * Nerissa and Selinia were nearly seven summers old when the accident happened. They had slept the night on a small, sandy beach where their mothers had surfaced the night before. Nerissa had woken up to find herself peeing, and had lain there as it bubbled out of her pee-hole and wet the front of her tail. She wasn’t upset, of course, because you always peed in your sleep. How could you not? Out of the water, you had to make yourself hold it, to stop yourself from doing it. Since you had to sleep out of water, that meant it was inevitable that you would pee if you needed to go while you were asleep. When she sat up, Selinia was still asleep. Her tail was wet from an earlier pee, but it looked as if it had happened some time ago. Lunaria was in the middle of doing a poo in her sleep, and mum was wetting herself in those short spurts, like when she and Lunaria played with each other’s tails. Nerissa watched her do it, wondering why she and Selinia couldn’t manage to copy it. She’d tried dozens of times to wee like that, and it just didn’t work. As soon as she started letting her wee out, she had to let the whole lot out in one go. She simply couldn’t make it stop and start like that. She felt a poo coming. Turning over onto her front, she undulated down the beach to where the waves were washing gently up onto the wet sand. Then, getting up onto all-threes, she turned herself side-on to the waves, just in time. A brown lump emerged from an orifice about ten centimetres below her pee-hole, and was carried into the sea by the backwash from a wave. Two more brown lumps followed it. Once she was satisfied that her bowels were empty, Nerissa went into the breaking surf at a point where she could be sure she wasn’t going to be wallowing in her own wastes, and lay herself full-length on her front, wriggling her tail against the sand to clean it. Selinia was just waking up as she got back. Nerissa noticed that she didn’t pee. “You’re already awake!” Selinia said. “Let’s go for a swim.” “Okay,” Nerissa agreed. Lunaria must have been awake now. As the two girls began undulating towards the sea, she called out, “Don’t forget to empty your bladder before you go in the sea, Selinia!” “I’ll be okay, Mum,” Selinia called back. “I don’t need to pee.” Nerissa reached the waves just behind Selinia, and had to race to keep up with her friend as she dove down. A shoal of pilchards parted as they approached, but neither girl was thinking of food right now. They chased each other among the corals and anemones on the reef, and through deep valleys between huge rocks. Nerissa’s gills felt as if they were burning, from the effort of propelling herself as fast as Selinia. They came to a deep sink-hole, and Selinia headed down into it. Slow down a little, Selinia! Nerissa sang. I can’t keep up with you! Selinia stopped, about ten mermaid-lengths below the top of the hole, and turned to watch Nerissa. She sang gleeful laughter at the sight of Nerissa being so out of breath. Then her tail went down so that she was in an upright posture, her face took on a peaceful expression, and she closed her eyes. All of a sudden, her face became a rictus of agony, and she clutched at her stomach, doubling up. Selinia! What’s wrong? Nerissa sang in alarm. Selinia didn’t answer. She remained doubled up, her tail thrashing wildly. Selinia! Nerissa sang hysterically, swimming towards her friend. Selinia abruptly stopped thrashing and became motionless. Her body seemed to go limp, and her arms began to drift away from her stomach. Selinia, what’s wrong? Mum! Lunaria! Help! There’s something wrong with Selinia! Nerissa gripped Selinia’s shoulders, as she began to sink downwards. She shook her friend, but Selinia felt horribly unresponsive to her touch. Panic-stricken, Nerissa looked around to see if either of their mums were on their way; but they couldn’t have been in the water to hear her urgent songs of pleading. Finally, she hooked her hands under Selinia’s armpits, and began swimming slowly upwards, trying to divide her attention between watching for the surface and looking for some kind of hint that Selinia was okay. The next thing that happened left Nerissa singing screams of terror. Selinia’s stomach burst open, spilling blood, entrails, urine and faeces into the water. Nerissa dropped her friend in terror, and swam at full speed for the shore. She surfaced on the beach, took a deep lungful of air, and screamed at the top of her voice, oblivious to the fact that she was urinating and defecating as she shuffled up the sand to where their mothers were watching in alarm. “What’s wrong, Nerissa?” her mother called. “Where’s Selinia?” Lunaria asked, almost at the same time. Nerissa screamed again. She couldn’t help it. The image of Selinia’s stomach bursting open had been too graphic, and too shocking. There was no doubting that Selinia was dead, and Nerissa was certain that it was she who had somehow killed her friend by trying to bring her up to the surface. She had never heard of anything like this happening before, but there was no denying the evidence of her own eyes. She was vaguely aware, through her hysterics, of being helped up the beach and made to lie down on her side and take deep breaths. It didn’t help much, because with every lungful of air, she let out a fresh scream of terror. Finally, Nerissa began to feel too drained to scream any longer. The feeling of terror was slowly turning into a desolate sadness, tinged with guilt. “Please try to tell me what happened, Nerissa,” her mum said. Nerissa lifted her head and looked around. “Where’s Lunaria?” she asked. “She’s gone to look for Selinia,” Mum told her. “Oh, Mum, it was horrible!” Nerissa cried. “We were swimming around the reef, and we came to a sink hole.” “I know the place,” Mum said. “Selinia started to swim down into it, and I sang to her to wait for me. I was getting out of breath, you see, because she was swimming so fast. She stopped to wait for me, but then she suddenly clutched her tummy and bent over. I don’t know what happened. I didn’t see anything bite her, or anything like that. She looked as if she was in terrible pain. I swam to her, to try and help, and then she went all limp and stopped moving. I sang for you to help, but when you didn’t come, I tried to carry her up to the surface. And then… and then…” She felt the hysterics rise in her, and let out another terror-stricken scream. Mum stroked her hair and back gently, until she slowly calmed down again. “What happened, Nerissa?” she asked. “I think I killed her, Mum! I didn’t mean to do it; I was just trying to help her to the surface so that you and Lunaria could help her. But then her tummy burst open, and all blood and stuff came out. I was so scared, I panicked. I knew she must be dead, and I just dropped her and swam back here as fast as I could.” Nerissa began sobbing, but this time it was only sadness for her lost friend. The terror was beginning to abate, as she forced herself not to think of the awful images. “Will you be okay on your own for a few minutes, while I go and find Lunaria?” Mum asked. “Just stay on the beach, don’t go in the water.” “I won’t,” Nerissa said, shuddering. Nerissa watched her Mum undulate down to the waves, and slip under the water. Then she lay on her back and waited. When, at last, she heard the two women shuffling up the sand, she sat up. The pain in Lunaria’s face was more than she could bear, and it set her off sobbing again. “I’m so sorry, Lunaria,” she wept. “I didn’t mean to kill her.” Lunaria came up to her, and laid a gentle hand on her arm. “You didn’t kill her, Nerissa. Please don’t think that.” “But I don’t understand why she died, then,” Nerissa said. Lunaria bowed her head, and Nerissa saw tears drip from her cheeks into the sand. She put her arms around the woman’s shoulders and hugged her. “I’ve only ever heard stories about this kind of thing,” Lunaria said at last. “Tell me, did it look as if Selinia was trying to pee, when she was down there?” “I don’t know,” Nerissa said, trying to remember. Then she recalled the way in which her friend had stretched out full length and seemed to relax. “Maybe. She did have the expression she always had when she was about to pee. Why? Do you think this happened because she peed?” Lunaria nodded. “Most mermaids can’t pee, when we’re in the water. Firstly, our bodies don’t make pee while we’re more than two mermaid-lengths below the surface. Secondly, we have these pee-flaps—” she pointed to her own body “—that cover our pee-holes while we’re underwater, and the pressure forces them closed. Thirdly, we’re instinctively unable to pee, when we’re in water, except when we’re sexually excited. But every so often, a mermaid is born with one of a number of genetic defects. Sometimes her body continues to make pee when she’s deep down, and that forces her to come ashore frequently. Sometimes, the pee-flaps don’t fully cover her pee-hole. That’s less of a problem, because the shape of your pee-hole is such that the water pressure still pushes it closed when you’re down there. Worst of all is when a mermaid is born with a defective instinct, which means that she can pee in the water without being sexually excited. Unfortunately, Selinia was born with at least two of those defects. Her pee-flaps didn’t fully cover her hole, and she lacked the instinct that stopped her peeing in the water. I think she may also have continued to make some pee even when she was down deep.” “And you think she tried to pee while we were down in the sink hole?” “I’m almost certain, from the way you described things to your Mum.” “But I still don’t understand why that killed her.” “The water pressure outside her body was too great. When she opened her sphincter to pee, instead of her pee rushing out, sea water was forced into her.” “Oh my god!” “Her bladder would have burst under the pressure. That’s what killed her, Nerissa, not you trying to bring her to the surface.” “But why did she burst like that?” “Well, by then her abdomen would have been full of water. As you brought her up to where the pressure was lower, the water inside her needed to get out, and it burst her stomach.” Nerissa suddenly retched. Lunaria stroked her arm gently. “You didn’t kill her, Nerissa. She died because she was able to pee in the sea, and she didn’t take proper notice of my warnings not to do that.” * Six years passed. Nerissa and her Mum lay sunbathing side-by-side, on the pebble beach of a speck of land which was too small to be called an island, even by mermaids. “I wonder how Lunaria is?” Nerissa said. “Do you think she ever found a merman and had another baby?” “What made you think of her?” Mum wondered. “It’s years since we last met her.” “I don’t know. I just found myself thinking about babies, and I remembered that she wanted to have another after Selinia died.” Mum turned her head and looked at Nerissa in silence for a moment. “You’re not still getting nightmares about Selinia, are you?” she asked. Nerissa shook her head. “No, Mum, although I do often think of her and feel sad she’s not around.” “Well, to answer your question, Lunaria did have another baby. It’s a merman, and his name is Landolin. You remember we swam in a pod with other mermaids, for a while? I heard about it from one of them.” “You never told me. So she’s living with mermen, then, and we won’t see her very often. That’s a shame. I wonder what it’s like, living with them?” “I daresay it has its interesting points.” “Do you think she has sex very often?” “Possibly not as often as she would like,” Mum said. “Mermen only mate at certain times of the year, whereas a mermaid is sexually active all the time.” “What does it feel like, when a merman puts his penis in you? Does it feel wet, when he ejaculates?” “It feels very nice, and yes, it does feel wet,” Mum said. “It’s a very nice wetness, deep inside, and it makes you do something that feels a little bit like wetting yourself, but inside.” She paused a moment. “Would you mind if I went off for a swim on my own, for a little while?” “No, Mum, I don’t mind. I’m comfy here in the sun, and in any case I’m not feeling in the mood to swim.” She lay back and closed her eyes. A receding rattle of pebbles allowed her to follow her Mum’s progress towards the sea without having to watch. She heard the quiet splash as Mum entered the water, then nothing except the lapping of the waves on the beach. It was so peaceful here, with the sun warming her whole body, and the breeze seeming to stroke her from head to flipper. Odd that she’d never noticed, before, how nice it felt when the wind did that. It gave her a strange tingle in her tummy. Or perhaps she just needed to pee. Yes, that was it; it was a pee-tingle. That must be what it was. Nothing at all to do with imagining a merman putting his penis in her. She drifted off to sleep… …And woke to the most enjoyable pee she’d ever had. It was spurting out of her pee-hole in short, pulsating spurts, every single one of which felt nicer than the longest, most desperately awaited pee that she’d ever had. Her hips were jerking up and down involuntarily, and her whole body, and especially the area just below her pee-hole, seemed to be throbbing with wonderful bursts of joy, which kept perfect time with the spurting sensations. At last, she arched her body upwards, releasing the rest of her pee in one long, powerful spurt. Then she flopped down, limp with a strange kind of exhaustion which left a glow of happiness inside her. Her Mum returned as she was contemplating with wonder what she’d just experienced. “Oh, Mum, the most wonderful thing just happened to me,” Nerissa said. “I fell asleep, and when I woke up, I was peeing. Only it was the nicest pee I’ve ever had. It was coming in these short spurts, and it felt so nice! I can’t explain how it felt, but it felt all lovely and tingly all over my body.” Mum smiled and nodded. “I guessed this would soon happen. You’re thirteen, now, which is about the age when most of us start getting those feelings. You’ve had a wet dream, Nerissa, darling, and those wonderful feelings were what we call an orgasm. It’s what all mermaids experience when they have sex with a merman, to make a baby.” “Wow! Does making a baby feel like that?” “Sometimes it feels nicer, but it depends on the merman. They take a lot longer than us to become sexually aroused, and a lot of mermaids experience premature orgasms before their merman is ready. It’s still nice, but it’s better if the merman’s penis is inside you when it happens.” “But why did it happen to me, just now?” “What were you thinking of?” “Nothing, really. Before I went to sleep, I was noticing how the breeze felt, as it blew over my body. I hadn’t noticed that before. It was making me tingle in my tummy, as if I was going to pee. Then I fell asleep, and woke up having that wet dream, as you called it.” “That’s quite a common way of experiencing your first orgasm,” Mum said. “For some mermaids, it happens as they’re sliding up the beach to get out of the water. The pee-need when we come out of the water is a similar feeling to an orgasm, and can sometimes trigger one. Many a young mermaid has had a ‘wet landing’ as her first experience of an orgasm, rather than a ‘wet dream’. Others have their first one while they’re cleaning themselves after a poo, because rubbing yourself against the sand can stimulate your vaginal flaps, if you’re in that mood.” “How did your first one happen?” Nerissa asked. Mum smiled. “It was sort of a ‘wet landing’, but not quite the way a lot of mermaids experience it. I came ashore on a beach, with my Mum and a friend of hers, and I was more aware than usual of the sand brushing against the area around my pee-hole. I needed to pee desperately, of course, but when I stood up to do it, I was curious to know why my skin seemed so sensitive down there. I put my hand on myself, to see whether that also felt different, and of course it was. It felt so nice to touch myself that I couldn’t stop. I kept rubbing myself, and then I had my first orgasm.” “You make it sound very nice. I wish mine had been like that.” “There’s no reason why you couldn’t experience one like that. It won’t be your first, of course, but it’ll feel just as nice.” Nerissa looked doubtful. “I suppose I might be that lucky, but I bet not. It’ll probably happen when I’m asleep, again.” “Well, that’s down to you. If you don’t masturbate when you become sexually aroused, you’ll either have a wet dream the next time you sleep, or an orgasm the next time something stimulates your vaginal flaps. If you do masturbate, you’ll be able to control how and when the orgasm happens.” “Masturbating is when you touch your vaginal flaps?” “Yes, or when you touch yourself in any other way that causes you sexual arousal.” “What sort of thing will make me become sexually aroused? The wind blowing against me?” “Yes, or else thinking about sex, or touching your vaginal flaps, or not orgasming for a long time. Lots of things. You’ll soon discover what arouses you most easily. You’ll find, though, that you can’t get aroused when you’re underwater. I think that’s a defence mechanism, like the one that stops us from peeing in the water. The one occasion when a mermaid can pee in the sea is when she’s having an orgasm, but that’ll only happen if she’s right on the surface. If you go under the water, you’ll find that the arousal goes away immediately, no matter how close to orgasm you are. That can be painful, because your bladder is suddenly stopped from emptying itself. It’s not dangerous, as long as you don’t stay down too long, but it makes your bladder ache and gives you vaginal cramps. You might even find that you orgasm spontaneously, as soon as you surface.” Nerissa wrinkled her nose. “I like the sound of a spontaneous orgasm, but not of the aching bladder and vaginal cramps. Maybe I won’t try that. What if I’m with a lot of other mermaids? Will I need to find somewhere private to masturbate, or can I do that in company?” Mum pursed her lips and tilted her head from side to side. “It depends how well you know the others. We’re all mermaids of the ocean, of course, so everyone understands how it is; and, of course, if you have a wet dream, no one will be any more offended than when you pee in your sleep. But just remember that the sight of you masturbating might arouse others. Before you know it, you could have the whole colony masturbating. For that reason, most of us do it in private, out of consideration for the others.” “Do you masturbate, Mum?” “Of course, Nerissa. In fact, that’s why I went in the sea, just now. All your talk of mermen was turning me on.” “I’m getting aroused again, from talking about all this,” Nerissa said, smiling. “Just think of that: I didn’t even know what these feelings were, earlier today.” “Would you like me to make myself scarce, while you masturbate?” Mum asked. “I need to do some hunting, in any case.” Nerissa smiled gratefully. She watched her mum slip into the sea and disappear under the surface, then began gently stroking herself along the length of the flaps whose existence she hadn’t even known about until not long ago. It felt nice. She rubbed harder.
  3. That night ended with another sexual dream. There we were, alone in the classroom, Mr. Hardy wearing his too tight jeans, undone, and a tank top that showed off his incredibly sexy abs, and me wearing practically the same thing. Except that my tight tank top hugged my breasts just right. I was sitting on the floor crying, papers scattered out all around my feet, crumpled and damp. Mr. Hardy was standing there towering over me, with more papers, all marked across the top with my grade. "You get a D." And he let one flutter to the floor. "You get a D." He repeated, and dropped another down. "You get a D." "Please, Mr Hardy" I kept begging. I couldn't make myself say anything else. I just kept begging. Finally he sighs. "You're not understanding me. I guess I'll have to show you another way." Mr. Hardy bent down, took my hands and helped me up. "Here's your D. Now give me that oral report you owe me." Suddenly, the way dreams change so quickly, Mr. Hardy's jeans were pulled down, and I was looking down at his big, hard dick. I was no longer crying, no longer begging for something other than what he wanted to give me all along. I wanted that D. Sometimes in real life you don't know how to do something, but somehow, in a dream you can do it perfectly, as if you knew it all along. In real life I had never given a blow job, but there in the dream, I knew exactly what I was doing, and I did it well. I knew because it was Mr. Hardy who was begging "please," this time, groaning with pleasure. I knew it because in dreams you just know stuff like that. This went on for what seemed like a long time. His hands tangled up in my hair, guiding my rhythm, my arms wrapped around his legs, my hands gripping his ass. Mr. Hardy came just as the bell rang and the dream ended. I laid there in bed with my eyes closed, my heavy breathing from my dream followed me to the real world. I imagined every detail of that dream, hoping desperately for two things. One, that I won't forget how to give a blow job so good like I did in my dream, and two, that I the real life Mr. Hardy will make my dream come true. When my pounding heart steadied I climbed out of bed, and started my morning routine. It used to be just a quick shower, fix my hair, dress in jeans and whatever t shirt or hoodie was on top of the pile, and grab my books and go. It wasn't anymore. Every morning I wake up with my secret lover on my mind, butterflies in my stomach, and a smile on my face that's hard to hide and even harder to explain. This morning, imagining that Mr. Hardy was there watching, talking to him inside my imagination, I slowly pushed the blankets off. First uncovering my chest. The straps of my tank top had fallen off of my shoulders making it look like I had been sleeping without a top. I gave my shoulders a little shake, *you like what you see?* I pushed the blankets farther down. *Ah, dam,* he says sadly. My shirt was still on, clinging low enough to revealing just enough of my breasts to be a tease. I sat up, letting the blankets pool around my waist. I put a hand on one of my tits, feeling my hard nipple. *It's cold in here* I raised my eyebrows and gave a seductive smile. Still imagining he was there, I continued teasing. I grabbed the edge of my blankets and lifted them. I peeked underneath them. *Nope you can't see* I said to him, and dropped the balnkets again. I slid sideways and poked my bare feet out, stretching my long, sexy legs inch by inch. *Come here babe and have a little sample.* The imaginary Mr. Hardy was there on his knees in front of me, stroking my legs, my own hands traveling up and up my thighs, sliding the covers off of me. *You like my panties? They're your favorite color* I stood up and walked towards the bathroom, shaking my ass as I went. The imaginary Mr. Hardy reached out to my panties, as I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and pulled them down to reveal my sexy ass. They dropped to the floor. The imaginary Mr. Hardy was close behind me now as I put my hands on my stomach, under my shirt, traveling upwards, cupping my tits. *I love these* he said, and my top was lifted over my head and tossed away. I turned around, *come with me and you can touch my whole body* In the shower, wet and hot and naked, my hands explored every inch on my body, imagining that it was my secret lover there, stroking me, kissing me. I spent most of the time in the shower rubbing between my legs, pressing hard, grinding, fingering myself with one hand and fondling my breasts and pinching my nipples with the other. With my eyes closed, I could picture him, imagining slick suds on my hands washing his chest, his stomach, around to his tight little ass, the between his legs. My soft soapy hands making him hard. I took one deep breath, shaking away the fantasy, stopping myself before I came. I rinsed away the soap, the images, the imaginary Mr. Hardy. I wanted the real Mr. Hardy to be the next person to give me that pleasure. I was determined to make it happen, soon. I craved it like a drug. I remembered his smooth voice, standing there outside the coffee shop, telling me he wanted to go farther, that he wanted to be the one to take me all the way. Me telling him I couldn't wait. He had my stomach in knots, my head spinning. I was high with every touch, every moment of eye contact, all the kissing and groping in the dim corner of the coffee shop. He knew so well that it all left me craving so much more. "I need you, I want you," I would whisper. "Soon baby, I promise." and how he looked deeply into my eyes told me he meant it. But what he also meant to do was tease me so badly, just to make my stomach flutter and my cheeks blush. But then again I was doing the same thing to him. I began wearing tighter jeans, shirts that showed off my breasts, walking just a bit more seductive, giving him *come get me* looks. I was teasing him just as badly. We shared so many little moments, little sly looks, it was almost enough of a thrill just as it was. Almost. Soon the need for sexual release between Mr. Hardy and me would be too strong to resist. The coffee shop. Our secret hideout. That's where we finally took the next step closer. We had been there many times, Mr. Hardy with his hands up my shirt, down my pants, taking me so close to the edge. Me with my hand stroking him under the table until just before he comes, then teasing him again, kissing, many long talks of sexual fantasies. All so amazing, all so sensual. I wouldn't have changed a thing about us. Then it did change. Mr. Hardy stood up and took my hand in his. "Come with me." I laughed, thinking of what else that could mean besides just to follow him. He grinned, reading my mind. I followed. I would always follow him. "I love you so much." I said, with another small laugh, the way you do when your best friend does something so cute that you just want them to know how cute they are being. Then I blushed, stuttered, and looked down shyly. "I meant..." He stopped, turned to me, and looked deeply into my eyes, held my gaze for a few moments. Then he leaned even closer, his lips grazing my ear as he whispered, "You are in love with me, aren't you." I shivered, from the warmth of his breath, the closeness, the intimate moment. I also shivered because I was scared. I had been afraid to admit that, afraid it would break the spell, afraid it would chase him away. Sure there was plenty of lust, plenty of passion, but love? It caught me by surprise. My heart was pounding, my breath was speeding up. I blushed again and nodded, looking at the floor again. He put his hand under my chin and tilted my face so I was looking back into his eyes again. "Tell me. Say it." It came out as a whisper, "I love you." The kiss that he gave me, there in the shadows, me pinned against the wall in the far corner of the coffee shop, felt differently. There was more passion, more tongue, more need. Something did change when I admitted how I really felt. It was like one of the last thing layers between us fell away. When the kiss ended, he put his hand on my cheek, his thumb stroking it softly. "I love you too." He paused while I tried to catch my breath, to steady my weak, shaking knees. "Now come with me, and show me what happened in your dream." I still couldn't breathe, couldn't walk. I put my arm around his waist, and he held me close. I could only nod and let Mr. Hardy guide me to somewhere where we could be completely alone. My brain was officially more scrambled than it has ever been when he and I were intimate together. It was the best, most deepest feeling of lust, desire, and excitement he has ever given me. I was nervous, but it was some kind of amazing nervous that I've never felt before. Mr. Hardy let go of me, I pouted and poked out me bottom lip. "You're so adorable, baby. In here." He held open the door marked Employees Only, and put his hand on my ass and then squeezed as I stepped inside. He stepped in after me and brushed past me, touching my breast as he walked past. He sat on the edge of a desk and winked as he tilted his head. "Lock the door and come here." Of course, lock the door, I thought. Obviously. My hands were shaking. My fingers struggled with the doorknob lock as I tried to twist it the wrong way. The deadbolt rattled as I tried to slide it into place. It seemed like five minutes went by before we were safely locked in, completely alone. I closed my yes, turned around and leaned my back against the door. My body wanted to collapse to the floor. This was one of the biggest moments, everything was shaking, my mind was pulsing with that blankness that excited nervousness gives you. I took a deep breath. "It's real." I whispered and smiled a sly smile. "It's real" he repeated. That private joke put me back into focus. I opened my eyes. There he was, his pants open, his hard dick out. Ready and waiting for me. Another gasp escaped from me. Oh my god, I mouthed. He smiled as he read my lips. I moved toward him, slow enough so he wouldn't notice that I was still quivering. I put my hands on his knees and looked up at him. For a few moments my mind was racing and my thoughts were getting tangled. Until I took a deep breath and let myself fall deep into his eyes. Neither of us spoke. Mr. Hardy let go of my cheeks and took hold of my wrists, guided them slowly up his thighs. I began doing what I was for sure I knew how. I took his dick in one hand and began stroking, barely squeezing, just enough to keep it hard. My other hand traveled lower, foundling, running my fingers over the skin there, exploring for the first time. To him it was as if I was teasing him, but inside I was afraid I wouldn't know what to do after all. He knew. He knew because we'd spent so much intimate time together, knew because he was a psych professor, and knew because I had told him. Mr. Hardy placed his hands on the back of my head and gently guided my head down. As soon as my lips touched the tip some kind of instinct kicked in. I opened my mouth, grazing the head with my lips. He arched his back with with pleasure as my tongue and lips made their way up and down, licking, giving him soft little kisses down one side and up the other. I could sense an urgency building, a need that he wanted fulfilled. He curled his fingers, tugging on my hair, his hips thrust forward, speaking to me without words, 'more'. I nibbled my way back up. As soon as my mouth was open, he thrust his hips forward, both hands shoving at the back of my head. I tightened my lips and curled my tongue around his dick. For a split second I panicked, I forgot everything I thought I knew about giving head. In that same moment he jerked his hips forward, harder this time, and shoved it as far in as he could get it. My throat closed up, my teeth nearly clamped shut. I jerked my head backwards, and glanced up to see this huge smirk on his face. If my mouth wasn't full I would have called him an asshole for choking me on purpose. After that, he let me suck it, lick it up and down. I let go of my grip on his thighs and gripped the shaft of his dick while my lips and tongue caressed the head. Mr. Hardy already had a voice that I found sexy, but his little moans of pleasure were even hotter. It made me enjoy this even more, gave me a hunger deep inside. I wanted all of him inside my mouth, I needed it. So I let my hands drop. This time I was ready for it. This time I didn't choke on it. My throat was already aching, but I didn't care. Mr. Hardy's breathing got heavier. His fingers pulled my hair even harder. ''Swallow it all like a good girl." He said. And when he came into my mouth, it was like nothing I had ever imagined. It was intense, powerful. Strange. But a good kind of strange. Amazingly strange. Not a lot of words could describe how it feels to give a blow job for the first time.
  4. Hey everyone! Jane here. 🙂 So, this is an extract from one of my Amazon Omorashi stories that I wanted to give all of you guys an exclusive sneak peak at. I hope you enjoy and if you like, please consider purchasing the full story from Amazon, it really helps me out. 🙂 I'll attach a link below. Thanks everyone! 🙂 THE VICAR'S DAUGHTER'S DESPERATION Maria froze. One of them; Jaime, was coming right towards her and if she moved now, he’d easily spot her. She didn’t dare move a muscle, however the sudden restrictions on her body and the fear massively increased the strain on her bladder. She began to feel seriously desperate for the toilet and could only keep her legs clamped together tightly as Jaime reached the edge of the field; just a few metres from her tree. At this distance, his chest muscles were on full display, she could see the beads of sweat rolling down his forehead and felt herself turn bright red as she saw him begin to unbuckle his trousers. She looked away in shame but her curiosity won out and when she looked back, she saw Jaime’s cock in his hand; half free of his muddy blue jeans. It looked so big, at least six inches; though she had no reference, yet the sight was enough to send her arousal crazy. Sweat was pouring down her forehead as she felt her white cotton panties become practically soaked with arousal; at least she hoped that’s all it was. She then watched in frustration as a long, fast stream of piss began to shoot out over the corn field to just under her tree. At this distance, she could practically smell it and being this intimate with something so private was driving Maria mad with arousal and desperation: Her own body was shaking with its need for release on multiple levels: She felt incredibly desperate and incredibly aroused. She reached down one hand and began rubbing herself through her sodden knickers, the first time she had touched herself anywhere but her bedroom. A feeling of immense guilt and shame shot through her: At violating someone’s privacy like this, enjoying it in such a perverted manner, in exposing herself like this but that just increased her arousal tenfold and suddenly, she felt a feeling she had come to recognise. She was about to come undone. Her whole body was trembling. She realised too late she had left herself become too aroused. She bit her lip, wrapping her legs around each other, trying to think of other things: Anything to calm down but she could feel that knot in her stomach break and the feeling was overwhelming: She reached out a hand to steady herself on a branch as her body pulsated with pleasure but the branch snapped and she began to fall forwards, unable to steady herself in the throes of a powerful orgasm. Screaming with terror, she grasped at several branches as she fell through the tree; hitting the ground with a painful thud. Thankfully, the fall wasn’t far but it still completely disorientated her as she lay on the ground half-conscious and moaning in pain. Jaime had just finished relieving himself when he jumped back in shock at the sudden screams, seeing someone fall from the nearby tree just a few metres from him. He quickly saw it was a girl and when he approached, realised it was Maria Edwards; the vicar’s daughter. What the hell was she doing halfway up a tree? Had she been watching him? More importantly right now, was she hurt? As he neared her, he saw her summer dress had flipped up; exposing her white cotton knickers. He was about to look away and offer her a hand up, when something made him freeze in his tracks. He could see a small wet spot growing on Maria’s knickers. The patch spread across them and the wetness soaked through the fabric in seconds; rivulets of pee spreading around Maria’s bum and running over the ground and down her legs. Jaime couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The vicar’s daughter, Maria Edwards, the girl who he and his friends had drunkenly voted: “Most likely to be a virgin till marriage” was now wetting herself in front of him. The fabric of her white summer dress began to get soaked by her growing puddle and was now pouring into her white socks and black-choir girl shoes... TO BE CONTINUED... https://www.amazon.co.uk/VICARS-DAUGHTERS-DESPERATION-Jane-Jones-ebook/dp/B084VQ99MY/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=vicar's+daughter+desperation&qid=1582419147&sr=8-1
  5. He's tall, slim, wavy blond hair that's always kind of messy, but the cute kind, and has blue eyes. I've been sneaking looks at him. I guess it really doesn't count to say it that way. People are supposed to be paying attention to their professors anyhow. But I've been looking and daydreaming. I could say that my crush on him happened suddenly; some random day, some comment or gesture that sparked something. But that's not how it was at all. I fell for him the very first day of class. I'm pretty sure that I wasn't the only one. All those pretty little teens, fresh out of high school, thinking they are so grown up, getting all dolled up, trying to impress Mr. Hardy, the hot psych professor. At first I was kind of pissed. They were all flipping their hair, or swaying their hips as they walked, or just acting flirty in general. Those girls were practically throwing themselves at him. It didn't work. Right from the start he looked at them just like they were ordinary, boring students. He was a psychology professor, I'm sure he could see through their little game. By the second or third week they all either got the message or got tired of acting like the sexually starved girls they definitely weren't. It was when the initial hype over how hot Mr. Hardy was that I started imagining him and me and... well lots of things. I was secretly glad that he ignored those stupid prissy girls. It was me, my imagination told me, that Mr. Hardy wanted. I had a chance, I pretended, with Mr. Hardy. He and I were closer in age than those other girls were, after all. One of the first things I began to stare at was his ass in those tight jeans. That of course had somewhat to do with him always writing on the board with his back turned. Still, what a great ass. Also, I am a pretty shy person, and I find it hard to look people directly in the eyes. So I picked out a less intimidating part to stare at. It was about the fourth week in. Mr. Hardy had the habit of turning around quickly in the middle of his note writing to ask a question or elaborate on some point, and so naturally my eyes would still be looking down, now drawn to his 'happy package', which was a bit embarrassing at first because was I was lucky enough to be put in the front row, and he caught me staring. At least it felt like it to me. When I looked up at his face I could see him looking directly into my eyes. I swear I thought I seen the slightest smile. The spell broke when I dropped my pen, which I totally did on purpose to hide my face from a blush. That was when I at least tried to pay attention to the actual class stuff. What would happen if he caught me staring again, or staring at the happy package on purpose? I thought; because now it was at the forefront of my mind. I would think, 'don't look, don't look,' and it would make me think of looking. I can't say I didn't enjoy daydreaming of those fine features of his, but damn it was distracting. In my mind I would reach out for a grab at them, the room would suddenly become empty except for the two of us, I would imagine looking into his eyes without feeling intimidated. And my page of notes would be half blank, I would try to focus on the actual board, and scramble to catch up. The only thing that saved me from falling behind was that I found Mr. Hardy's class easy. I remember this idea I had. Mr. Hardy was so handsome, so cute, that I would try to get over my fear of looking people in the eyes by looking into his. In my mind I had done that so many times. I would imagine asking him some interesting question, looking into his baby blue eyes, he would smile and look back into my eyes, I would feel at ease, and he would answer my question. In reality all I did at first was walk up to him, address him so he would look at me, and look briefly into is eyes before handing in my paper. Then something unexpected happened. Instead of taking the paper from me by the edge, his hand touched my fingers, and it surprised me enough so that it drew my attention back to him, and there we were looking into each others eyes. I let the paper go, he held my gaze and my fingers for a second longer, then the moment was over. My feet might have been going slowly, but my heart definitely was going fast. What was that? Did we share something? Was it some make believe thing fueled by my love struck imagination over a hunky professor? Needless to say, the rest of the day was spent inside my head, replaying the event and wondering so many things.
  6. By the time class with Mr. Hardy rolled back around I tried even harder to concentrate on actual class. I tried to tell myself that it was all just wishful thinking. I told myself that it was indeed way too difficult for my nerves to look anyone in their eyes, especially his. Was it me, I wondered, or was he making sure I was having a difficult time with it? He was suspiciously close to the side of the room where I was sitting, writing on the board and then doing that rapid turn, looking mostly at me when talking to the whole class. And damn if I wasn't falling for it. By the time the end of the class period approached, I gave up on resisting his charms. If it was all in my head, so be it. At least it would be fun to imagine. So I let my daydreaming loose. I stared at his ass, and then when he turned, I kept my eyes down for a second, and then looked up at his face as if he was just so fascinating, smiling just a little bit, just like he was smiling at me just a little bit. Some days were nearly normal. He would sit at behind his desk, reading from the textbook, giving quizzes, stuff like that. I was secretly bummed a little bit on those days. It was on one of those days, where I felt like he was hiding his hot body behind his desk, just to tease me, that I began to have a new set of thoughts. My imagination had me sitting on the edge of his desk after class, his hands were cupping my cheeks, my hands were playing with his wavy hair, and we were kissing, him standing there in front of me, leaning into my body, me with one leg on either side of him, squeezing his hips with my knees. Somehow, as if he knew how close to my body I really wanted him to be, Mr. Hardy, instead of reaching out to hand me papers to pass behind me, brushes past me, his thigh touching my elbow, and hands them out one by one. On his way back up the same row, he brushes my arm again. I watch him pass out the rest of the papers indifferently and with plenty of space between him and the rest of the students. So I wasn't imagining it then? I thought to myself. There was only one way to find out. I couldn't make myself do it. It was against policy for a student and professor to be involved. I couldn't just ask if he was into me. Besides, I thought, heart racing subtleties were way more fun. Secret looks, and brief touches of our fingers. That's what we were doing. And I knew just by observation that I was the only girl who got that kind of attention. After class one Friday I gathered up my things slowly, and made myself the last person left to hand in my paper. I was shaking a bit, as I walked to his desk. Sure enough, when I gave him my paper, he practically reached for my hand. I didn't pull away this time, and I didn't look away. We locked eyes for a minute. This time I was certain there was something there between us. Mr. Hardy let go of my hand as he took the paper from me. He shifted his chair and stood up. I took a step backward, to let him by, and he put his hand on my arm, telling me he would see me later. I went to grab my bag and turned to head for the door. He started erasing the board. I couldn't help it, I watched him the same as I always do. Of course he didn't turn around, which was okay too. 'see you. ' I said, and when he finally did turn around I was staring at his happy package. He caught me looking, and this time there was a real smile. No one else left in the room to hide our secret moment from. There's a coffee shop near the campus which, even though it's cheaper than the Starbucks on campus, not that many students go to. They are probably either too lazy or too big of coffee snobs to be seen drinking anything but the big name stuff. It's why I like the place. There I was, that same Friday, sipping on my no name latte and making a feeble attempt to keep my mind on studying for an upcoming quiz, when someone sits down next to me. I didn't think anything of it because I was sitting at one of the bar stools along the counter in the back where it's quieter. I don't mind sharing space, so I don't say anything. I just keep trying to focus on something other than what happened in Mr. Hardy's class earlier. It went well for about ten seconds before I realized who was beside me. Mr. Hardy. It was lucky that I wasn't holding my cup, because I probably would have dropped it in surprise. 'Hey.' he says, just as casually as if this were our normal hangout. 'Hi, Mr. Hardy.' I say. He asks me how my classes were going, and other random topics for a few minutes. I answered back just as casually as I could. Inside, I was far from calm. My heart was racing, my brain was thinking a million things at once. Am I getting the right signals, is he really trying to come onto me, is it all just a coincidence? In between the questions racing through my mind were more intimate scenes, fantasies. I finally steadied my shaky hand enough to grab my coffee. We were quiet for a moment while I sipped. Within those silent seconds everything seemed to stop. Mr. Hardy put his hand on my thigh. I tried, and failed, to stifle a gasp. 'it's real.' I whisper. 'what did you say? ' he asked. 'this... Thing between us. I wasn't sure if I was imagining you... ' I said softly, not sure how to finish the sentence. His warm hand was still touching my thigh, and he pulled my knee toward him so that it was leaning against his leg, his hand traveled slowly up my thigh. 'it's real. ' he whispered. The bell on the door jingled as someone came in. We were no longer alone. He put both of his hands back on the table. We both knew to keep this a secret. Still, he winked and have me a quiet 'shh'. I nodded back with a smile. I wanted one last 'accidental' brush as he got up to leave. He knew it, but didn't give me the satisfaction. He's such a tease, I thought, smiling to myself. I reluctantly went back to my studying and daydreaming. Only this time I let my imagination really go wild. So many x rated thoughts.
  7. The weekend seemed to drag on forever as I looked forward to seeing him again. The only thing that saved me from really going crazy was the dream I had. It was me and Mr. Hardy, there in the classroom. He was writing about sex on the board and I was checking out his ass in some incredibly tight jeans. He turned around to ask me what position I liked the best, and his shirt was unbuttoned, and his pants were undone. He was hard and it was so big. I was embarrassed at first, but when I looked around, we were alone in the classroom. I said I wanted to show him my answer. When I got up from my desk, I realized that I was wearing a dress that was way too short, and had nothing on underneath. The next thing I knew I was behind his desk, leaning forward, papers sticking to my bare breasts my cheek pressed against a stapler, and Mr. Hardy taking me from behind as he told me it was my punishment for not giving him the answer he wanted. When he was through he told me that from now on all of my exams I were to give him would have to be oral. I knew it had to be that way. Him treating me like just any plain old student when others were around. It was hard at first, knowing we had a connection. At least I could stare at his happy package or his ass without being afraid he would catch me. And on top of that, I was no longer too shy to look into his beautiful eyes. That was our secret signal. Just that brief, deep gaze into one another's eyes as he looked my way. It was the longing, the wanting to be just near enough to feel that electricity that was thrilling. Of course there were the occasional 'accidental ' brush against my arm, or that our fingers would touch as I turned in my papers. We spent most of our time together at the coffee shop, sitting in the far corner, hands in one another's laps, stealing kisses when nobody was looking. At first I kept asking him if he was sure nobody could see us getting cozy. I found out later that he knew the guy who worked there and that our secret was safe with him. It was at the coffee shop where I finally got to reach out and grab where I was fantasizing about since the beginning. It was after I got up the courage to describe the dream I had about us. I was glad it was dimly lit, because even as close as we had gotten, I still blushed hard when I told him. 'you're making him wake up. ' Mr. hardy whispered. 'oh!' was all I could think of to say. 'do you want to feel? ' he asked. It wasn't much of a question because he already took my hand and placed it between his legs. As soon as my fingers touched his warm skin my hand twitched, his fingers closed over my hand and squeezed. 'what's wrong? ' he said. 'I didn't think you had it out like that. ' I answered. He still had his hand over mine, now guiding it up and down his hard dick. After a few seconds, he let go of my hand while I continued to stroke it. Below the table things were heating up. He now had his hand between my legs, rubbing me. Above the table we were drinking coffee as if nothing kinky was going on. A few minutes went by and he grabs my wrist and takes my hand off of him. 'we better stop before I come.' Mr. Hardy whispers. Reluctantly, I let go and put both hands on the table. As he shifted in his seat, closing his pants, I realized that I was breathing heavily. He turned towards me and looked deeply into my eyes, making me melt, like he does so easily. 'you've never had a secret lover before, have you? ' 'I've had boyfriends and fooled around a little before, but this is new to me. But you probably already knew that. It's your job to analyze people.' He took a sip of his coffee, which was probably cold by now, and simply said, 'true.' This whole time we had been involved, I kept wondering what it was that had attracted him to me. There were plenty of others he could have chosen. He had plenty of ladies around. Yet it was me he was with. I told him what was on my mind, asked him why he didn't give any of the other girls in class a second look. 'they were all practically begging for your attention since the first day.' 'You're shy. That's why I like you. You don't throw yourself at every guy you find attractive the way others do. ' 'but I was checking out your ass since day one too.' I answered. I scooted closer to him so that our thighs were touching again. 'same here. ' he replied. We sat there in a comfortable silence for a while, holding hands under the table and drinking our coffees. Before we got up to leave Mr. Hardy leaned in close to my ear and whispered, 'I want to be your first.' kissed my neck, and left me there weak in the knees. After about five minutes of shock and new excitement growing inside me, I was able to make my way out the door. He was waiting for me by his car. He pulled me close and kissed me again. 'I can't wait. ' I Finally managed to say, as I grazed my hand across his hardening groin. He gave my ass a squeeze and climbed into his car. That night ended with another sexual dream
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