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  1. Version 1.0.0

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    Well these Japanese ladies need to pee and apparently don't want to squat. Standing pee fun with lots of splashes and drips. Enjoy, Rach

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  2. View File JAV - F41-02 - Fancy Standing Public Peeing Well these Japanese ladies need to pee and apparently don't want to squat. Standing pee fun with lots of splashes and drips. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 08/15/2018 Category Peeing  
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    Desperate Japanese women mostly in skirts desperately look for a place to pee in public, and opt to try standing and peeing like a boy, with splashy, wetting results. Panties are pulled aside, down, and off, and pee gets everywhere, because you know, our anatomy isn't well-suited to this kind of peeing. Lots of fun! Enjoy, Rach P.s. if you are getting off to all of my recent posts, and I know you are, and you'd like to show me some love, consider buying a pair of my panties 😉 http://rachelkirwan.wixsite.com/panties

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  4. View File JAV - F15 - Desperate Girls Stand to Pee in Public Desperate Japanese women mostly in skirts desperately look for a place to pee in public, and opt to try standing and peeing like a boy, with splashy, wetting results. Panties are pulled aside, down, and off, and pee gets everywhere, because you know, our anatomy isn't well-suited to this kind of peeing. Lots of fun! Enjoy, Rach P.s. if you are getting off to all of my recent posts, and I know you are, and you'd like to show me some love, consider buying a pair of my panties 😉 http://rachelkirwan.wixsite.com/panties Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 08/10/2018 Category Peeing  
  5. Heyyy everyone!! This one's a bit less adventurous than usual, but I didn't want to leave you all out of the fun! Sooo, confession time: Last night, I had a really sexy pee dream that left me feeling particularly excited "down there" when I woke up... It was a pretty crummy day outside, so instead of going out and doing anything, I decided to make today a home day and, because I was feeling so tantalized, figured I could work on developing my pee abilities and have some personal time! For those of you who are into (ridiculous) fantasy writing, I'll describe my dream first (or at least the coherent and relevant parts). If that's not your thing, go ahead and skip down to paragraph 7!! So it began as a crowded concert at a beach. The sun was dipping into the sea at the horizon, a vibrant red/orange gleaming off of the waves behind the stage as a groovy riff rose from the instruments. A handful of my friends and I were really into the music, dancing and flinging our bodies about without a care in the world. Just as I was happily twirling my summer dress in the cool evening breeze, my friend Alyssa turned to me and cheesily said, "Gotta pee, BRB!" and disappeared seemingly-aimlessly into the crowd. With the insight only one immersed in a dream could possibly have, I instinctively knew she was going in the wrong direction to find the restroom (even though I had no idea where they really were). I ran after her to give her a heads up, but was unable to catch a glimpse of her in the throng of fellow music enthusiasts. Meanwhile, the air shook with the pulsating notes arising from the nimble fingers of the bassist. The mellow mood of the evening suddenly shifted to unease in my mind. What if I can't find her and she doesn't find the restroom? Somehow, these thoughts gradually contorted into, What if I can't find the restroom? and I suddenly felt the urge to relieve myself. I wrestled through the sticky, sweaty, crowd, the pulsating notes resonating inside my bladder. Desperation was knocking, threatening to bust down the door to my urethra. I quickly looked down to ensure I wasn't leaking in my...jeans? (I had been wearing a dress before, but that didn't occur to me until after I woke up). Hallelujah. Still dry. I plunged my hand into my groin and continued to struggle through the crowd, now genuinely fearful I was going to wet myself in front of all these strangers. Just in the nick of time, however, I looked up and saw an abnormally large sign looming overhead, indicating the location of the women's room. With one hand pressing into my lady bits, I used my free hand to force people out of my way, some of them protesting at my blatant rudeness. Finally, I burst from the edge of the crowd and hobbled toward the restroom, hunched over in desperation. Hurriedly, I ran into the door. It didn't budge. I fell to the ground, curled up, nearly crying because I had to pee so badly. With one hand, I was clutching my nether region, with the other, my face. Between the shadows of my fingers, I saw the door suddenly open and some feet approach. I looked up through misty eyes and saw a man with dark hair looking down at me. "Sorry miss," he said with a strange accent, gesturing behind me, "Toilets 're closed. Yew'v gotta yewz the sand." I rolled over and saw several other women doing exactly that--but rather strangely. They were lining the edge of the beachfront, where the sand faded into sidewalk, none of them making any attempts to conceal themselves from the dancing crowd. One blonde girl in her mid-20's had pulled her pink shorts down to her knees, squatted and was urinating vigorously all over her own bare feet, splattering violently and darkening the sand beneath her. Another, with auburn hair, was probably in her early 30's. She had a dress, which she left in place as she stood to pee, the liquid trickling down and pooling between her legs. I could tell there were others, who were squatting like the first, but I couldn't make out their features because they were facing away from me, ardently making their own puddles. Nobody seemed to think this out of the ordinary and kept about their business as these women openly released the contents of their bladders. What will my friends think if I do that?! I thought in despair, despite the apparent social acceptability, suddenly remembering my friends for the first time since the start of the dream. I rose to my knees and turned back around to the restroom. This time, a second door that I hadn't seen before had materialized. It was the men's room. I bolted to my feet, the sudden movement miraculously not stressing my bladder at all apparently, and made a mad dash for the door. This one gave way and I entered a very large restroom--far too large for the building I had just entered. Not concerned by the logical bounds of physics, I darted my eyes around and took in my surroundings. On the left, stood a massive row of urinals--probably 30 in total--no privacy screens between them. In the very back of room, there were a handful of stalls, fashioned from strangely elegant wood. To the right, a line of sinks that mirrored the urinals. There were quite a few men around, probably 20-40 in total. Some were relieving themselves into the urinals, penises easily visible, some were washing their hands, and some were dancing to the music. Nobody seemed particularly off-put by my presence in the men's room, nor did the ones at the urinals take offense at my attention to their actively-leaking hardware. Then, I noticed a handful of other guys immediately to my left, who were talking to some women, lined up along the wall next to the door I just entered. Nobody seemed irked by their presence either. One of the ladies proudly boasted, "Look what I can do!" and promptly completed an, admittedly, awe-inspiring (physics defying) back flip. The guys were all very impressed...and not at all phased by the strange nature of women showing off back flips in the men's room. I noted that one of the guys--muscular, with dark hair, brown eyes, and some stubble--was particularly cute. I wasn't about to be one-upped by this girl in front of him, so I cried out, "Oh yeah?! Watch this!" They, including the handsome one, all turned to look at me, presumably expecting some sort of gymnastic feat. Instead, I darted for the nearest urinal, which was currently being used, and pushed the guy out of the way, disrupting the grip on his manhood, causing a splatter of pee before he resumed his business at the next urinal. Then, I unzipped the front of my jeans (I hadn't changed my clothes this time!) somehow maneuvered my clothing so my urethra wasn't occluded (which was honestly probably a more impressive feat than the black flip), and began to pee--through the fly! I sighed with relief and glowed with pride as I looked down, seeing nothing but a urinal between my legs and a jet of urine splattering flawlessly into the porcelain, shooting from between the teeth of my zipper (I didn't even unbutton!). It felt surreal to stand there, peeing just like a guy, but even less exposed, in the middle of the men's room, with a rather attractive audience . Pee continued to pour out perfectly, and I glanced to the side, where I could make out pink protrusions from the guys' pants, gripped gently between their fingers, sprinkling urine into their respective urinals. I wish I'd had the perspicacity to ask them if they wanted to compare sizes . Some of them seemed very startled, others didn't seem to notice (ya know, this kind of thing happens every day, right?!) After several moments of urine tinkling into the basin below, my stream finally came to a spurting end, which, conveniently enough, did not require any wiping, shaking, or drying at all. "Thank you, boys," I said condescendingly with a little curtsy as I zipped up my jeans and turned to face the guy I was trying to impress. Judging from the bulge in his pants, it had worked! As I smugly approached him, he said, "That was nothing," and unzipped his own jeans. I was growing very excited. Things below were tingling very nicely and the room seemed to heat up. He backed up against the sinks and pulled out his long, rigid, penis. I gasped a little and halted in my walk, gently touching my hand to the front of my pants. Then, fully erect, he shot a spurt of pee from the sink and managed to land it in the urinal against the opposite wall (I did warn you this dream was absolutely ridiculous). Urine sprayed majestically from his rigid jewel below and he shot a proud grin at me. I approached cautiously. "May I?" I asked, my eyes darting from his smile to the toy below his belt. He nodded and I gripped it tenderly. The skin was soft, but it felt firm as iron beneath. I could feel the pee coursing through the plumbing within. I was filled with so much excitement, I thought I might explode. I pried my eyes away and looked at the target on the other wall. He was still hitting the urinal, spot-on. With a sly smile, I jerked his penis to the side, sending urine cascading all over the bathroom. I giggled childishly and flicked it around again. Before long, I was waving it all over the place, shooting just about anything I could aim at. It was euphoric! I was filled with such awe...I can hit anything! That is, until my alarm blared and I was aroused to reality with a start (I swear, it's like the alarm sets itself to interrupt the best parts of my favorite dreams! ). Speaking of aroused, however, my panties were soaked--and not with urine. My heart was pounding and I felt like I was on fire. Still dazed and absolutely enraptured by the dream, I climbed out of bed, crossed my room with my legs awkwardly spread in a futile attempt to avoid smearing the juices any more, and bitterly hit my alarm. I made my way to the toilet, where I relieved a very full bladder and cleaned up (and, you guessed it, played a fair bit...which was really unavoidable anyway, given how alive things were down there ). I glanced out the window and noted how dismal the day was--gray and drizzly. I decided then; I didn't want to go anywhere...besides, I had more important things to do. My mind kept flicking back to the end of the dream: The freedom of peeing through a little slit in my pants without spilling a drop...but even more pressingly, the liberation of having a penis. I mean, sure, I didn't actually possess one in my dream, but I got a taste of what it must be like for the male populace by flicking around that one guy's hardware (emphasis on the hard ). Disappointed, I resigned myself to only ever using a penis in my fantasies, but I figured I could make the most of the plumbing I've got (or haven't got)! Today, I would commit myself to cleanly peeing with my pants up, just as well as any guy! I started off with several full glasses of water, and thus the wait began. I grabbed some dirty jeans out of the laundry and threw on a ratty t-shirt, maybe not sexy, but sensible attire for the task at hand. I forewent panties, figuring I needed to leave the trajectory as open as possible. As I waited for my bladder to fill, I pulled my hair up into a ponytail and plotted my strategy. I stood in front of my toilet, spread my legs, and unzipped the fly. This is never going to work. I couldn't see anything but the front of my jeans (duh). I fidgeted with the denim, trying to make just enough of my vulva protrude to give my urethra a clean shot...it clearly wasn't going to happen like this. I probably wrestled with it for a full 5 minutes, trying to find some sort of angle with which I could leave my pants fully up, but get my lady bits semi-exposed. Finally, I resigned my dream to being exactly that: A dream, but I wasn't about to give up entirely. I pulled my jeans about halfway down my butt. The waistband hugged my cheeks tightly, but I wasn't entirely flashing the audience (which, thankfully, was just my toilet and the bathroom wall for now). I pushed down the flaps of my unzipped and unbutton pants, exposing my pubic mound to the toilet lid. I thrust my hips awkwardly forward and leaned awkwardly backward. It's a long shot...but it's worth a try. I pulled my jeans back up, fastened them, took another swig of water, and awaited my bladder. After about an hour, my kidneys were dumping freshly-processed urine into my bladder at a very noticeable rate. I grinned to myself and made my way back to the toilet. I removed my socks, kicked them over to the bathroom door, and threw a towel onto the floor in front of the toilet. Stepping before the porcelain throne, I pulled my jeans about halfway down my butt again and assumed the aforementioned stance, my hips jutting out, my upper body leaning back. I stepped so I was essentially straddling the toilet, but still standing. I messed with the front of my jeans a little, trying to clear the way for my pee stream before I noticed a significant oversight. In restitution, I bent over, lifted the toilet seat, saying, "For the ladies," and let out what was probably a particularly girly giggle. I re-assumed my position and prepared myself for trial 1. I had incredibly poor line-of-sight for the action, but by the way it felt, I knew I was going to shoot pee all over the front of my pants. Mildly frustrated, I pressed firmly against the crotch of my jeans, attempting to push it between my legs. It didn't feel like these efforts cleared much more of the "runway", but "liftoff" was about to proceed anyhow. Worst case, I pee all over myself, the toilet, and the floor and try it again in a few minutes...and that's, more or less, what happened. With a little pressure, a moderate stream of urine found its way out of my urethra...straight onto the front of my jeans. I heard the mellow patter of fluid hitting fabric and felt the familiar warmth of pee gushing all over my hand. I cursed quietly and attempted to reposition, but with little avail. The flood continued to enthusiastically pour from my crotch, rapidly darkening my jeans. I released the front of my pants and attempted to fidget with my labia, hoping I could figure out a way to aim. The results were exactly what you're probably expecting: More pee torrented all over my hands and splattered clumsily into my jeans. Enough had soaked in that I began hearing the soft tinkle of what managed to weave its way out of the fabric and drop into the basin below. Warmth steadily seeped through my attire, sticking to my legs as the dampness descended. I shivered suddenly with a chill, adding even more misfortune to the chaos below. Thus, I stood, soaking my pants until the last few spurts...thwap, thwap...thudded against the fabric of my clothing. The amusement of having flooded my pants and spattered my bathroom quickly overcame the frustration of a failed attempt and I laughed to myself. I peeled my jeans off of my skin and chucked them into the bathtub. I grabbed another towel, dried myself off, and, likewise, threw that into the tub. Bottomless, I washed my hands and made my way to the kitchen (awkwardly dodging around the house to close the blinds I'd forgotten to shut earlier). As I waited for my bladder to gear up for round 2, I made myself a quick breakfast. As such, the day carried on for several hours, each attempt as doomed as the first. Finally, at the end, I simply pulled the pants all the way down to my ankles and had mild success peeing into the toilet from a standing position, but still managed to spray pee all over the place. All in all, it was an incredibly fun, albeit somewhat unsatisfying day! I guess this'll just intensify the penis envy until I can figure out a way to maximize the equipment I've been given
  6. [Content note: lots and lots of deliberate peeing on floors and things, desperation and wetting, standing pee, alcohol] It started with a letter, and ended up with the most pee I have ever seen in one place. Now I've got your attention, let's start at the beginning. I'm sitting on the ratty couch in our rented apartment. It's midsummer, and the air is stifling. The aircon is broken, and since we're moving out, we decided not to have the usual fight with our awful landlord to get it repaired. The windows are wide open, but it's still way too hot, so I'm naked; and it's too hot to think, so I'm watching trashy TV. My best friend and housemate Tasha walks in, also naked. We long ago got over our fear of being nude around each other - live with someone for five years and you see way worse, anyway, especially when you both have a habit of excitedly bursting into the other person's room to tell them about something awesome you just saw online. Tasha's carrying an envelope. She thumps down on the couch beside me, rips it open, extracts the letter, reads. A few seconds later she lets out an impressive fusillade of swearwords, and tries to throw the letter across the room. (Being paper, it just swirls up into the stale air, gyrates a bit, and lands on the floor in front of her.) "That absolute bastard!" I can't decide whether to be amused at Tasha, or furious at our landlord. "I take it we're not getting our deposit back, then?" "Not only that, but he says our contract included a $500 cleaning fee and he'll be billing us! After we spent two days cleaning the apartment..." We've spent the last five years battling against Norman, our scumbag of a landlord. We probably should have known when the apartment was suspiciously affordable, but we've had to put in so much of our own money over the years to replace things that he refused to take care of, hire emergency plumbers, repair bits of floor that fell apart when we stepped on them. Tasha rips the envelope into little pieces. "Fuck him. We need an elaborate plan of revenge." "Yes. But it's too hot for making elaborate plans. I for one am going to continue watching shitty TV until this evening, then I propose that we go out and get wrecked to commiserate." "...fine. I think you're right. Other than burning the place down, I can't think of anything right now." "I mean, it's tempting, but no. Okay. Do you wanna watch America's Strangest Cakes, or Accountancy Warriors?" --- Three hours later, and five episodes deep into the repeated third season of Accountancy Warriors, we're slumped even deeper on the couch. I'm trying to distract myself with the show, and forget about the fact that I really could use that deposit back, but it isn't really working. Next to me, Tasha groans. "What's up, roomie?" She crosses her legs. "I am feeling so lazy and I don't wanna get up, but I'm really thirsty, and also I am absolutely bursting for a pee." "Maybe you should just pee on the couch. It's Norman's, after all, and we're going to pay for cleaning it either way." "Nah. We've still got a week here before we can move into the new place, and I don't want to live with a pee'd-on couch for a week in this weather. Otherwise, totally." "Pity. I would have joined you, too. I'd love to see Norman's face if he came to inspect the flat and just found two big stains on the cushions." "Maybe we should do it after we're moved out?" I pause. "Tasha, I think I might have an idea. Let's think big, right? I want to really screw Norman over, and just a couch isn't big enough." She turns and raises an eyebrow. "I am intrigued. Tell me more." --- We spent the evening in the local bar making plans, creating a Facebook event, and inviting our closest girlfriends - at least, those who we reckon will be okay with the strangeness of the party. The next week passes in a blur of packing, recruiting friends with cars, loading, unloading, and setting up the new apartment. The new place is ... well, not gorgeous, but at least it probably doesn't have rats, and the AC works, and the appliances don't look like they'll catch fire or leak all over the floor. We've gotten pretty good at knowing what to look for. Burn marks are a dead giveaway. On the eve of the party, Tasha and I are waiting in the now-bare kitchen with red cups of cheap white wine. She looks stunning - for a change, she's let her hair loose so the black wavy hair flows down her back, and the loose shimmery top and denim skirt look great against her dark skin. I feel kinda odd in my little black dress, last worn years ago - it still fits over my skinny frame, but the I-have-no-boobs sensation that it always gave me is still there. I dyed my short hair a crazy acid yellow for the occasion, and gelled it up into vicious spikes. I feel badass. I also feel slightly drafty: to make this evening's activities more convenient, I'm not wearing any panties. "Do you think this will work?" Tasha asks, and takes a nervous gulp of her wine. "You mean, like, will everybody be too nervous to take part? I have no idea. I mean, if not, it'll just be a nice going-away party." "Yeah, that's true." She wiggles a bit. "Okay, I actually need to go already. Typical. It's that thing about not being within range of a toilet and suddenly realizing you need a pee..." Across the hall, we can see into our tiny dingy bathroom, with its wallpaper peeling away from the wall. The toilet seat is up, and a layer of hazard tape covers the bowl. In the middle is a sign I printed out that says 'Break tape in case of emergency.' "Yeah, me too, a bit. But I don't intend to start the party until a few more people are here..." As if on cue, there's a knock on the door. --- Half an hour later, we're all gathered in the living room, about twenty of us - friends from school, college, the local bohemian scene. Nobody from work or family - that would be just too weird. Small talk has been made, drinks have been served, and outfits admired. Despite the fancy clothes, there seems to be a strange mismatch of footwear: cheap sneakers, flip-flops, and even quite a few sets of rubber boots. I'm standing in the center of the room - it's time to announce the party rules. "Friends! As you saw on the Facebook invite, I have gathered you here for a weird and wonderful revenge on our asshole landlord. He's refused to give us back our deposit on this flat, and we've been stuck with a cleaning bill too, so we figured we might as well do something to deserve it. You may have noticed that the bathroom is out of commission. That's because this whole flat is now your bathroom. We've removed everything of ours from it, so other than the booze and red cups, whatever's left belongs to Norman. Pissing in front of others is not only allowed, but positively encouraged, but if you're bladder-shy, then please do feel free to find an out-of-the-way corner that Norman will never find. Don't pee on actual people, unless they consent, obviously. Go forth and pee on everything!" Tasha walks out beside me, grins, and says "Right, I'll start, 'cos I'm bursting!" She hikes up her denim skirt, pulls down her white panties, squats, and frowns. "You know, I thought this would be easier. Performance anxiety's not normally my thing ... ahhhh." A smile of relief spreads over her face as a thick stream hisses forth, hitting the carpet with a loud drumming sound that quickly turns to splashing as a puddle forms underneath her. The room is almost silent. She looks around, still peeing. "Talk amongst yourselves, people!" There's laughter, and the conversation resumes. Tasha pees for what seems like an age, trailing off into little squirts and drips, then frowns again. "Jenny," she says, looking up at me, "... I don't suppose you could get me a bit of toilet paper?" I giggle. "Silly thing. That's why I'm not wearing panties." "Dammit, I should have thought about that! Still. TP, please?" I grab her some, hand it to her, and she wipes, stands, pulls up her panties, pulls down her skirt. Once done, she looks down at the large puddle beneath her, dark grey standing out against the light grey-brown of the worn carpet. She smiles widely and raises both middle fingers to it. "Fuck you, Norman, buddy." --- The revenge starts out slow. Even though everybody who attended knew about this in advance, it's one thing to agree to pee in front of all of your friends, and another thing to do it. It's another half hour before I pee - pulling up my little black dress and squatting in the corner of the living room. It takes me a while to get going, even though by now I'm bursting, but once I'm done I am deeply satisfied with the puddle I've made, and feeling very naughty. It's the first time I've peed on a carpet since I was a little girl, and it's strangely freeing. As the empties of beer and wine stack up, and our friends get less inhibited, the pee starts to flow more freely. A couple more people visit the corner that I watered. I see a few people emerging from hall cupboards adjusting their clothing. One or two people decide that they'll use the bathroom, even though the toilet is blocked off - one perches on the edge of the bath and pees in the tub, and the other just makes a large puddle on the floor. Three hours into the party, Celine, our favourite butch lesbian friend, drops her jeans and takes a long standing piss against the living room wall, getting a round of applause for her performance. Laughing, she tells the room that she learned to pee standing up years ago, to make life easier when hiking, and also just to prove that she could do it as well as any man. She's watered many trees, but this is the first time she's done it inside. After that, people start getting more bold. --- "Where are you going to desecrate next?" Tasha asks me, propped up against the kitchen wall. I grab another bottle of beer and open it by slamming the cap against the edge of the worktop, noticing with pleasure that it leaves quite a mark. "Not sure. I feel like, as a host, my pee should go somewhere special." Tasha turns and kicks one of the kitchen cupboards. The door falls off, as it has done for nearly five years. "Think you could pee in there? It's properly symbolic, like, given how it was the first thing he refused to repair." I giggle. "God knows. I could try, though!" I put my beer on the counter, pull my skirt up, and stop to think. "I've never tried peeing sideways before. It's not a skill I've ever needed." "You've never needed to pee out of a moving vehicle?" I raise an eyebrow at Tasha. "No, roomie, I never have. So, uh, how and when and why?" "Remember my old band? And our beaten-up van? Well, put it this way: we drunk a lot of beer when we were riding in it, and why stop when you can just open the back door and let fly? I completely wet myself the first couple of times, but after a while I got pretty good at it." "What about drivers behind you?" "It was mostly on quiet roads at night. Well, there was that one time that this truck driver was tailgating us for miles, so I opened the back door, dropped my pants, and pissed in his general direction... I didn't manage to hit the truck, but he kept his distance after that! Anyway, go pee in your cupboard." Tasha has always been much more hardcore than me. I half-stand, half-crouch in front of the cupboard and bend almost double so my ass is pointing into it. It takes a while to convince my bursting bladder to let go in this position. The first few spurts just go straight down, but once I've got a decent flow going, I can hear that my stream has stopped hitting the kitchen floor and is splashing into the inside of the cupboard. Once I'm done, I straighten up, shake the last few drops off, smooth my skirt down, and turn to look at my achievement. The inside of the cupboard is completely flooded - it looked like I managed to soak all the way to the back - and there's a small puddle on the kitchen floor in front of it. Echoing Tasha's earlier gesture, I give it the finger. "Damn, but revenge feels good." --- By 2am, people are embracing the party. Quite a few friends are sitting on the living room floor in the middle of large puddles, dresses up or skirts off, deep in conversation with others and letting go whenever they feel like. Celine's wall has become a mini pissing contest, people trying to beat her height record. So far nobody's succeeded, and there's a big damp spot in front of it from those who found that peeing standing up was harder than they expected. I'm standing in the corner of the living room talking to Briar, one of my oldest friends. She's looking fabulous in a long peacock-coloured dress that hangs just off the floor, long blonde hair tied back in an elegant ponytail. I say something witty, and she laughs, then grimaces. "Aaah, sorry, please excuse me," she mutters, pushing one hand between her legs and bending forwards a bit. A few seconds later when she straightens up, she's blushing. She doesn't remove her hand. "Briar... have you not peed all evening?" "No..." "Aw, love. What's up?" "I tried to go earlier, but when I got my bum out in front of everybody I just got super shy and froze up and couldn't go and now I need to wee so bad!" I give her a gentle hug, careful not to bump her bladder. "Relax. Go in a cupboard maybe? Or in our old bedroom? It was empty when I last looked." "There are people in the bedroom now. And I just felt super weird about weeing in a cupboard." "Okay. I don't want to see you in pain. If you really need to go, just take the tape off the toilet and use it. Rules are meant to be broken, right?" She smiles, slightly weakly. "Right. But... I don't know if I can walk now without wetting myself." "Darling, you are in a living room full of half-naked people peeing on the floor. Nobody's going to mind if you wet yourself." "I know, but ... yeah. I never thought I'd be this shy when I signed up! I'm sorry..." My arms still around her, she buries her face in my shoulder. "It's okay, it's okay. Remember this is just a revenge party, not some deep-seated dream of ours that you're spoiling." I continue hugging her for a while, neither of us saying anything. After a bit, she takes her hand out of her crotch. After a little longer, she adjusts her dress. A few seconds after that, I can hear a very faint hissing noise, and droplets hitting the floor. A minute later: "Jenny?" "Yes?" "I wee'd in my panties." I give her a squeeze. "Are you okay?" "Mmhm. I feel better now. Does it show on my dress?" I let her go and step back, gesturing for her to spin round. "Nah, you're alright. Nothing showing at all." She giggles a bit. "Okay. That's actually pretty cool, knowing that I can just wee whenever I feel like it in this dress." "Yeah," I say, and look down. "Okay, you really did need to go." She takes a step back and smiles. "Yeah, that's quite a puddle." "Do you need to go take your panties off? I can give you fresh ones if you want." "I'll go take them off, but ... you know, I think I might just not wear any. I think I'll need to wee again, and I think I'll be alright just standing in a corner and letting go under cover of my dress." I give her a gentle kiss on the cheek and leave to mingle with the rest of the partygoers. --- The couch is the last thing to be sullied, since people have been sitting on it all night. At 5am, most people have left, and it's just Tasha, Briar, Celine and myself sitting on the couch listening to music. As one song comes to an end, we sip our beers and regard the wonderful mess we've made. The carpet is mostly dark now, with only a few dry areas. Celine's wall is thoroughly wet, up to an impressive level. The rest of the apartment is similar. Tasha and I have spent the evening marking significant locations - the spot where the drier used to be before it caught fire, for instance. Briar's panties, rinsed and drying, are hanging in our bedroom. "Well," Tasha says, "I think Norman's going to have a heart attack when he walks in the door tomorrow." I smile. "I think you might be right." "There's one thing we haven't done yet." She looks around. "Who needs to pee?" All four of us raise our hands. "Excellent. So this couch is still way too clean..." Tasha and I hike up our skirts. Celine takes off her jeans. Briar rolls her dress up, revealing her long legs. "Bri, I thought you weren't up for exposing yourself?" "Yeah, but it's different when it's just you three." "Fair enough. Okay, let's do this." Tasha and I start peeing where we sit. Celine gets off the couch, turns round, uses her hand to spread herself, and lets loose an arcing stream of pee that hits the back of the couch. Briar shifts her bum to the arm of the couch so she's not sitting on it; it takes her several seconds of concentration, but eventually a trickle of pee starts sprinkling the couch. I relax back into the ratty seat cushions, looking down between my legs at the little pond that's building up. The warm wetness feels surprisingly good against my crotch. Tasha finishes first, and lifts herself up a bit; her puddle of pee runs out from between her legs and soaks the rest of the cushion. Celine is next, then me. I nearly go to lift myself like Tasha, but something stops me - I'm finding myself really quite enjoying sitting in my own puddle. Eventually, it's just Briar left, slowly wetting the couch from her perch upon the arm. She's looking at us, blushing madly but smiling too. Then she's done, and she pulls her dress back down and sits demurely on the dry part of her cushion. We're all silent for a second. "Hey," Briar says. "I did a wee in front of you all." "Yes you did," I smile. "I kinda feel like that's significant somehow. Like I've gained a skill?" She giggles. By now most of my pee has soaked into my seat cushion, so I shift forward and grab my beer, then thump back into the couch. "Time to go?" "Time to go," Tasha says. "But forever we shall remember ... we have done a momentous thing. And fuck Norman. He's gonna be so pissed."
  7. MKFan200

    MMD Zelda saves Ruto

    Version 1.0.0

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    Another animation uploaded by me. This one was requested by DerivativeWings; and it was done in a record time of literally 1 week. Of course; there was quite a major reason as to why this was the case. First of all; notice the lack of models in this one? In most cases, I was only working with one or two models in sight of the camera at one time. There was very few background work I was doing this time; which is why it took so little time to develop on. With some of the requests I have been asked, this could not be done with the ideas I had come up with...so this one was rather light work. It actually gave me time to better work with movement and idle movement; which is why you will see alot of that in this animation. I also tried to stylize this animation in the form of a cutscene in Ocarina of Time itself. That game doesn't have alot of crazy movement or multiple things going on; so it was very easy to make the animation look smooth; and develop quick on it as well. This animation was also highly experimental. I got alot of new effects that I wanted to try out; all of which seemed to work properly. I wanted to test some things so that I could improve my abilities with this program; as well as to try and create more kinds of effects I can have to make the animation look alot cooler. I also recently purchased the Pro version of the video program I have; so I wanted to test out it's full abilities on this one as well. Anyway...enjoy this animation. Comment, review, PM, send hate mail, death threats, whatever is needed. Pee effect by E教授: Snow effect by しえら HKFog by 星風P(tagoshu)さん

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  8. MKFan200

    Midna's Naughty Night

    Version 1.0.0

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    Hello again. This is another animation created by me...and is the first MMD request that I have done on the thread of which I have opened. It took a total of about 5 days to do. The request was made by MasterXploder, who based on our messages really did enjoy the animation. The plot he requested of me was simple: Midna wakes up in the middle of the night and gets a naughty idea to pee on Link's Master Sword. I took the idea and during production expanded on it, because I wanted her to have a reason why she was doing that. The plot that I wrote using his idea was they were returning to Farron Woods to find the statues needed to empower the Dominion Rod and they stopped for the night to sleep. I decided to go with the idea Midna needs less sleep since she is a creature of shadow, and the reason she did that was because of an incident where she didn't tell Link she needed to relieve herself. When he went into the outhouse first before her when they were at a ranch on the journey, she could not hold it and wet herself outside of it. Blaming Link, she pees on his sword in retribution. I added so much to the idea that I decided it was justified to make as a featured download. It features a full music, background noises, and even some other creative liberties that I took during production. I'm very proud of the editing that I did...and I hope all who download it will enjoy it.

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  9. iamandrew

    漏れ絵まとめ (3)

    The pee looks really nice in this one.

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  10. Is it possible for women (in general, or on this specific board), to shake their labia to get rid of any remaining pee, instead of wiping? I'm willing to bet it would save quite a few trees if all women learned to do this successfully.
  11. Drank 1L of coke during a hold today and decided to record the ending ! You can't see it in the video since I cropped it to avoid showing any nudity but I'm standing with one leg lifted really high, foot against the wall. shower.mp4
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    enjoy!

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  13. MKFan200

    Krystal in the temple

    Version 1.0.5

    368 downloads

    Hello again. MKFan200 here with a quick MMD animation I made. This is was made in about 2 hours, and it involves Krystal desperate in some sort of temple before relieving herself on the ground. I would have did more with this one, but the Krystal model I have sadly is limited in facial poses so I called it quits early. This is just a supplementary animation I whipped up to hold anyone over who is waiting for me to finish up the one I was hinted on working on with the Touhou one. CREDITS Stage by: MMD3DCGParts Krystal by: HBR102989 Pee effect by E教授: 水/液体/流体シミュレーションver2.0

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  14. bibibibi

    Urinal Pissing

    Version 1.0.0

    471 downloads

    Best video of all time. There's also a wetting scene; if you're only interested in that, someone uploaded exclusively that part:

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  15. Raw Film Scene View File In this scene from the French film Raw, a college student (Ella Rumpf) unsuccessfully tries to teach her sister (Garance Marillier) how to pee standing up. It looks like the actresses peed for real, and apparently Rumpf confirmed this in an interview. Submitter PPP Submitted 09/22/2017 Category Peeing  
  16. Urinal Pissing View File Best video of all time. There's also a wetting scene; if you're only interested in that, someone uploaded exclusively that part: Submitter bibibibi Submitted 09/25/2017 Category Peeing  
  17. PPP

    Raw Film Scene

    Version 1.0.0

    986 downloads

    In this scene from the French film Raw, a college student (Ella Rumpf) unsuccessfully tries to teach her sister (Garance Marillier) how to pee standing up. It looks like the actresses peed for real, and apparently Rumpf confirmed this in an interview.

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  18. iamandrew

    検尿

    Not sure why they're doing this in what looks like a bathroom stall...

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  19. Story time: So after a long absence from writing, I made a second attempt on the turn of the new year, releasing an interactive story on here. I enjoy it and it's helped to put me back on track with writing, but I decided to get back into my favourite thing. Short stories. Now, I'm still really rusty after this absence and I'm well aware this story won't be 10/10 best story of the year, but I'm proud of the effort I've put into this and I want to share it with this great community. It's based in my own world which I created a few years ago, following one of my main characters, Yunoko Tanobi when she was a teenage thief. It's just a short detailing a small part of life. So enjoy. Also, feedback and improvement is greatly appreciated. Especially in regards to writing omorashi and general descriptive work. Edit: after a discussion with Moocom, it turns out yuri is acceptable in fiction, so I present my first effort at writing a yuri scene along with this. Again, feedback is appreciated. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Ask any thief, lowlife, or criminal in Monsai where the best place to get a strong drink, a warm bed, or a good woman all out of the vigilant gaze of the cities guard, they would always point you to one place: Taverne d'égout, a tavern hidden well in the bowels of the Monsai sewers, ran by an strict elderly lady known only as madam lamplight, frequented commonly by all manner of shifty folk. Those willing to make the trek through the filthy, rotten sewers would find themselves in the rowdiest, most rambunctious club in the cities underbelly, from dusk til’ dawn, noon til’ midnight, the lavish rooms of the Taverne d’egout surged with a tremendous atmosphere as loud jazz and drunken cheering filled the halls. Serving girls, scantily clad in golden thongs, their breasts exposed, roamed the lounge. For Yuka, this place was heaven, her home away from home where she spent her nights in the company of her fellow thieves, getting drunk, playing cards and on some special nights...in the bed of one of Taverne d’egout’s fine ladies. Tonight however, Yuka sat in the company of her friends, half sloshed on a crate of expensive wine and winning her share of their loot in a game of cards. “Haha! Read em’ and weep, losers!” She cheered, slamming down a royal flush onto the table. “Bring that gold my way!” The other gamblers slammed their cards down in anger. Yuka pulled in her prize, at least four hundred gold. “You guys just paid for an hour in the opium den tomorrow!” “That’s the fifth time in a row!” Saki slammed his own cards down. “I’m starting to think you’re pulling one over on us, Yunoko!” He was a short man, thinner than most with a head of greying hair. He was a man well past his prime, but still one of the best thieves in the city and one of Yuka’s best friends. “Me? Pulling one over on you, Saki? You know card tricks and sleight of hand are amateur tricks of the trade, right? I’m insulted you’d even insuate such a thing!” Yuka put on a mock expression of shock. She reached for her wine and took a sip. “Now quit checking out my fine tits and shuffle those cards!” “Gah...Anyway Yuka,” Saki began, his fingers running over the deck of cards. “me and a few of the boys were thinking of hitting up that giant boat in the port. You know the one, right? That freighter bringing in all those precious metals from Norsekar? Gold, silver, platinum, I’ve also heard a thing or two about some emeralds aboard it. But it’s all there, ripe for the taking once they turn the lights off for the night!” “It’s a tempting offer, but I have plans tonight with a very special lady.” “Oh really?” Saki peered up from his cards, a keen interest in his eyes. “Who is it today?” “The same girl it was the other day, and the same as the week before, and the week before that.” “You’re still spending time with Ania? The church girl? No idea what the fuck that girl sees in you, Yuka.” “You're kidding right? Have you seen me? There's a reason Madam Lamplights whores would rather have a romp on me than your frail old butt! Same for any other woman in this city! Her included.” Yuka was not a typical girl, appearance-wise, she was a girl of sixteen, but her shaggy and ragged blonde hair, and freckled cheeks made her look younger, and more boyish. Her skinny frame, at 6ft tall and undersized breasts didn’t help to show her softer female side. “I don't mean your looks. I mean that beautiful and charming personality that comes with you. Why a lady of the church would want a foul-mouthed, heavy-drinking, whore fucker like yourself...I’ll never know…” Saki laughed. He took a swig of his ale. “Saki, that’s the nicest thing anybody has ever said to me, but I’ll pass, I made a promise to Ania that I’d make her see heaven.” “You’re missing out, Yunoko.” Yuka downed her wine and got up from her place at the table. “Take it from a girl who’s been fucked by more than this cities law enforcement: No I ain’t.” She patted him on the shoulders. “You all have a good night. I’m cashing out.” In the dead of night, only thieves and lowlifes could be found wandering the streets of the merchant district. The perfect time of night for Yuka to be wandering the lonely passages and alleyways that made up Monsai’s merchant district. She made her way through the streets, warm summer air and the aroma of spiced meats filling the air. The lanterns on the walkway dimly lit, cloaking most of the market in shadows. The church was the largest building in the merchant district, towering over the small stores and trading centers beneath it. A grand and ancient structure that predated the founding of the city. To the simple people who merely gave the church a passing glance, it was a grand structure, held in high regard for its service to the gods, where miracles were performed and those who sought a life of philanthropy and virtue could call home. For the workers and poor of the Monsai’s lower districts however, the church was much more than that, it was a haven for folk with no place to go, no place to sleep. When they got sick or injured, it was the church who cured them of their ailments, doing their services free of charge to help their fellow man. Looking up at the carved stones and stained glass windows reminded Yuka of her first encounter with Ania, a tale befitting of a charming love story, the lone thief who turned up to the church one dark evening in winter, battered and bruised after a rough encounter. She made her own way through the cold streets to the church of the apostates, weak and weary. She collapsed before she made it through the door, awakening some time later by the warmth of a roaring fire, a guardian angel smiling down on her. That ‘guardian angel’ was a young apprentice named Ania Timora. Ania took care of Yuka over the winter, nursing her injuries and caring for her like a saint, tending to everything the young thief needed. A friendship bloomed between the girls, and quickly Yuka began to realize the feelings she had for the holy girl. After the cold winter passed and Yuka was free to leave, she had never felt the same. She went weak at the knees just thinking of that girl who had cared for her, her gentle smile, warm and delicate like that of a caring sister, and the soft, sweet scent of incense and berries, a scent that made Yuka shudder with delight. After some time, she could not hide her feelings any longer, she confessed her affection to the holy girl, shouting to the heavens and declaring her love. But one thing stood between her and true love, Father Kuragi, the head of the church of the apostates, an old burly priest who demanded his apprentices gave everything to the church. And demanded all apprentices take a vow of abstinence. Thankfully, Ania shared her feelings, but was torn between the church or Yuka, so both girls worked on a compromised, letting Yuka do what she did best: sneaking her way into a place, doing what had to be done, and leaving before anybody was privy to her presence. It was a sound strategy. Although at times Yuka made her way around the side of the church and walked over to one of the pillars running up to the roof. There were plenty of handholds and crevices running up the building that allowed her to climb up towards the roof. She scaled the pillar up halfway, shifted over to some loose stones above the windows and climbed the rest of the way up to the ledges on the top of the church, where the sleeping quarters were. Finally, Yuka climbed up onto the ledge, a cold air wafting past her. From up here, most of Monsai could be seen, the slums and lower industrial areas were lit by a thin veil of lantern light. To the far east, the emperors palace could be seen, a beautiful building illuminated by large torches that watched over the whole city. It was an exquisite view, but it didn’t interest Yuka. She looked into the window, her heart racing as she caught the sight of a girl sat before a small shrine. Ania, the short girl with tanned skin and the looks of a cute doll, rounded bright cheeks and sapphire eyes that gleamed in the light. She sat in prayer, her legs crossed and head tilted towards the floor. She wore a set of white vestments common to the female apprentices, the folds draped around her feet. Yuka tapped on the window. Ania turned, her face lighting up when she saw who stood outside her window. She got up from the shrine and made her way over to the window. “Good evening milady, I have come to see my favourite girl in the city." “Yunoko?” Ania smiled warmly. “I've missed you!” She pulled Yuka up from the ledge and into her private chamber, where the familiar scent of incense and rosewater awaited her, an aroma she'd grown accustomed on her late night visits. Every time she made one of these late night visits to Ania's private chamber, she would have a small lantern of incense hanging from her bedsit. They took no quarrel about lying down on the bed, embracing each other after being reunited after a week apart from each other. “I’ve missed you this past week.” Ania said softly, burying her head into Yuka’s arms. “I’ve missed you too.” Yuka pulled Ania in closer to her, she had a pleasant scent of lilac on her robes. “I’m sorry, it’s been a busy week for me.” With Saki and Makita planning their big raid on the imperial palace, Yuka had been afforded little time to herself. Tonight was the first night she had free and she hadn’t thought twice about coming to see Ania. Just the thought of her made Yuka tingle with glee, her cute face, her short dark hair, she was perfect in every way, and as they sat reunited, it made her feel like the luckiest girl in the world. “Since it’s been awhile, what do you say we have some ‘private time’?” Yuka felt her ladyhood tremor at the offer. “I’d love nothing more. Just let me hit the pisser and then I’m all yours for the night. ” She got to her feet and stumbled along toward the door. Since leaving the tavern, Yuka had felt her night of drinking weighing down on her bladder, but she had been so eager to see Ania that she had pushed her need to piss to the back of her mind. “Yunoko! Wait!” Ania reached out and grabbed her arm. “Y-you cannot go out there. After that break in last week, Bishop Kuragi has started doing rounds around the whole building.” The moment she heard those words, Yuka's face slumped. Suddenly, her bladder, teeming with a gluttonous amount of wine, felt much heavier than it did a second ago. She had gone from being in complete control, the master of her own bladder, to a trembling child on the verge of leaking. “Y-you're shitting me, right?” “I am not! He thinks it was one of the new apprentices stealing from the church. He's been doing rounds the past week to make sure nobody leaves their rooms after curfew.” I knew I shouldn't have stolen those fucking candlesticks! She thought. Brought a good price though...Gah! I really need to take a fucking piss! Why did I have to drink so fucking much!? I'm gonna fucking explode here! “What am I supposed to do then, Ania? I'm about to burst!” Yuka wanted to yell it, but she knew well from experience that attracting the attention of half the church while she wasn't meant to be there was not a wise move. “You know I can get past that old godfucker, right? You know how agile I can be.” The young maiden blushed. “I-I do...but I don't want you risking it. He threatened to banish me the last time he caught you here. I told him I got rid of you just to get him off my back and thankfully he believed me. If he catches you again…” “Come on, Ania.” Yuka begged, bouncing to stave off the pains in her bladder. Were she anywhere else, whether it be the Taverne D’egaut or out in the streets of Monsai, she would've just pulled her shorts aside and let loose wherever she pleased. There was a pleasant sense of freedom whenever she pissed outside, it was a feeling Yuka could never explain. It was somewhat of a sexual thing for, the quiet sound of her pee splattering against the surface, the relief of emptying a whole nights worth of wine from her bladder, and the warm steam rising against her bare legs in the cold air. It was near orgasmic for her, but she had to display some semblance of decency in Ania’s presence, for all her big and crude talk in front of her fellow thieves, Yuka when soft near Ania, suddenly losing her crude manner and softening up. “Can you not hold it for an hour or two? Just until Kuragi takes a rest?” She thought about it for a moment. “I could...” A sharper twinge struck her, causing Yuka to try and hold back the flood rushing desperately towards her pee hole. “Nope. Nope. Nope. I gotta piss right now...” She forced a hand down her shorts and pressed it against her urethra. Ania sighed. “Can you not go back down and do it in the alley?” “No! I can’t climb back down, as much as I'd love to. Look at me!” Her legs were bent and trembling under the strain of her muscles, a hand rammed down her shorts, pressed against her crotch, and a pained look on her face. “I let my legs get more than an inch apart, I'm gonna fucking piss myself. And I mean REALLY piss myself. Do you not have a jug or something? Ah, what about out the window?” “Really? What if somebody s-sees you? Or somebody is below?” “Ania, please don’t make me get on my knees and beg to piss out the window.” She sighed again. “T-then...do it out the window...please.” The rosy red cheeks flooded back. Yuka always thought Ania looked adorable when she blushed, like those cute dolls she would see in the windows of the toy stores. “Just keep it quiet.” The strain on her muscles as Yuka kept holding back from wetting herself was too much for her drunken state to handle. The second Ania had given her permission to relieve herself out the window, Yuka didn't hesitate to make the most of it. She staggered along, holding her maidenly area to make up for her failing efforts at holding it in. All she wanted to do was unzip her shorts and let her piss rain down into the filthy alley below. She yanked her shorts down, revealing her shapely backside to Ania and let her shorts fall freely around her ankles, lifted a leg onto the window sill to steady herself, the warm summer air wafting against her hairless region, and relaxed, letting her stream flood out from her between her legs. A pale dribble fell onto the window, followed by a quick but relieving spurt, “Ohohoho, ah my sweet lord...” She moaned as the spurt quickly became a strong stream pouring from her maidenly passage. The pleasure and relief sent shudders throughout her body, it was a feeling comparable to sex itself, at least to Yuka. “Ahahahaha...this…this is heaven…ah...ah...ah...” Her pale stream continued to pour out, raining down onto the stone below. Her eyes rolled back and a large smile ran from cheek to cheek. “I wish you didn't have to look and sound so...immodest.” Ania responded to the moans and sighs with a rather embarrassed tone. “Are you almost done?” “G-give me a little longer.” It was hard to talk, the joy and ecstasy Yuka was feeling as she felt her wine filled bladder slowly deflating with each second it spilled from between her thighs had hampered her words with stutters. The amount of alcohol in her probably didn't make things any easier. A good minute passed before her stream died down, a few final drops spilled out onto the window. “Ahhhh...that felt fucking great...” Yuka continued. “I should probably stop drinking so much.” A sentence she followed with a laugh; that was something she could never say with a straight face. “Okay, all done. I, eh, need something to wipe with though.” “Let me get you a tissue or something.” “Well hurry up, wind is starting to get cold. And I have my cunt on display for half the city.” “Like that ever bothered you.” Ania said with a giggle. “Besides, they can look all they want. You're all mine.” As Yuka finished wiping, she felt the warm touch of Ania's bare breasts against her back. “I've missed you so much." She whispered sensually. The transition from polite and coy nun to lustful lady was always something that attracted Yuka to Ania. To see the quiet lady of a lord show her darker and more debaucherous side, it made her heart race and her ladyhood quiver. “I've been waiting for this all day...” She grabbed Ania and carried her to the bed, climbed down on top of her naked body and smirked. “I’ve missed you so much.” She snuffed out the lantern and began making passionate love to her partner. Engaged in their kiss, Yuka felt her soft spot quivering again, she had been softened up by kissing, her ladyhood called out to her, she needed this, she needed stimulation, she needed pleasure. Overwhelmed by desire, she stripped off her shirt, revealing her firm, albeit slightly undersized breasts. She grabbed her lover by the cheeks of her soft backside, desperate to do everything she could to please Ania’s beautiful naked body. As their kissing continued, Yuka took her chance, as if possessed, her hands moved from Ania’s backside, slowly moving along between her legs. Ania pushed her head into Yuka’s breasts, stifling a moan as Yuka’s fingers slipped into her maidenly passage. The warmth and moisture as she went deeper made her own place tingle. She grabbed Ania’s hand, forcing it toward her own legs before Ania did it for herself, slipping her own fingers between Yuka’s legs. A pleasant, almost orgasmic sensation ran through her whole body. Yuka also wanted to moan, the feeling of her own hands caressing Ania’s soft passage while having her own fondled almost made her explode. She bit lower lip, tightening hold on Ania’s backside with her free hand as another jolt of pure ecstasy shot through her. She could feel Ania’s fingers inside her, stimulating her, her breathing got faster, her ladyhood got warmer, she couldn’t hold back. She could see it in Ania’s eyes as her own fingers did their work, her fast breather, her heaving breasts, her quiet but still audible moans. Both girls were nearing climax. Another minute of Ania’s fingers rubbing against her was more than enough. Yuka pushed herself back into Ania’s breasts, she began shaking, the warmth around her ladyhood grew more intense. Suddenly, the world seemed to stop. Her mouth shot open and she stifled her final climatic moan into Ania’s soft breasts. Ania mimicked the motions, burying her own head against Yuka’s stomach, she moaned loudly, her warm breath against Yuka’s skin. She pushed herself off Yuka, lying by her side, breathing heavily. It was amazing, well worth the weeks wait. Yuka, also short on breath, lay spread out, her maidenhood satisfied. “T-t-that...w-was...g-gr-great…” She uttered between breaths. “I...come...come...here…” She pulled Ania close, grasping her backside once more and holding the girl close. “I...I...love you…” The next morning, the sun outside shone brightly, casting a beautiful golden glow over the city. Yuka awoke in Ania's bed feeling tired, worn out, drained of her energy. It started out as a gentle night, some kissing and gentle fondling before Yuka could no longer control herself, her week of celibacy had only made her lust for sex worse. When the time came for them to move beyond kissing, she leapt on Ania like a beast possessed, working every part of her soft body beside her lover sleeping peacefully with the sheets cast off, revealing her naked body and giving Yuka a more than welcoming view of her beautiful backside in the morning sun. Yuka inched herself close, and pressed herself against her naked lover, enjoying the feeling of her ladyhood pressed against the warmth of Ania’s rear. Ania yawned and shuffled around on the bed. “I hope you enjoyed last night.” “You may be a lady of the gods, but you have the lust of a devil.” Yuka smirked. “You’ve ruined me for other women.” “That’s good.” She yawned again. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to use the privy.” “You know, I wouldn’t mind accompanying you to the privy, milady.” Yuka said with a sly yet playful tone. “I think it's only fair after what you saw yesterday.” “Don't be so vile, Yunoko.” Ania replied, blushing and giving Yuka a soft slap. “Oh right. Holy girls don't piss, do they?” She turned on her side and yawned. “Speaking of pissing, will that godfucker have gone to sleep? I wouldn't mind ACTUALLY using the toilet this time.” Ania smirked. “Yes, he should be gone now. It's still early so we might be able to get there and back before any of the new apprentices wake up.” “We? Are you expecting company?” Yuka smirked. “Very funny. Get your clothes on, and please be quick, not only do we have little time before the rest wake up, but I've been holding it in since supper.” “As milady commands.” Yuka hopped up from the bed, a spring in her step that she could only get from a night of passionate and glorious sex. She grabbed her shorts and shirt, lazily throwing her shirt on as her eagerness to get to the privy hurried her. Just as she was about to get her shorts on a loud and elderly voice boomed outside the door to the chambers. “Sister Ania! It is time to wake up, my girl!" “Darn, I forgot about today.” Ania whispered. “I promised Bishop Kuragi I’d assist him with the wounded.” “Oh come on…” Yuka whispered back. “I don’t even get to take my morning piss before that cunt showed up…” Another bang. “Ania, we don’t have long. Up! my girl!” He had a strong voice, which just made him more irritating to Yuka. “What the fuck am I meant to do?” “Eh...eh…” Ania frantically searched around. She gasped, pointing to the window. “Back out the window…now…” With the old 'Godfucker' banging on the chamber door, there were few options for a quick getaway. There's weren't even a few; Yuka had one choice, to climb down the side of the building in just her shirt and nothing shielding her maidenly assets from the lingering eyes below. “Guess I'm going out the fun way.” Yuka muttered. It wasn't the first time she'd been forced to make a quick getaway. There was another bang on the door, prompting Yuka to make her getaway, she hurled her shorts from the window, slipped her boots on and climbed out onto the ledge. With her usual quick feet, strong hands, and an unsuspecting breeze sweeping against her bare arse, Yuka climbed down into the alleyway below. “Well that was a hell of a night.” She grabbed her shorts, threw them on and made her way into the merchant district. Yuka made her through the bustling city streets of the merchant district, taking a favoured shortcut through a small maze of market stalls and cramped passages. Early morning was always the busiest time, a chaotic rush of merchants and pedestrians flooded the narrow streets. The smell of exotic spices and fresh cooked kebab swam through the smoke filled air as Yuka danced her way through the masses and made her toward the harbour. On some mornings her friend Mori was down by the water, enjoying the peace and quiet, indulging in a little morning fish, and of course having an early drink. She turned off from the busy street, seeing the masts of the merchant ships peering over from the harbour walls. The sweet exotic smell faded into a salty reek of fish, the commotion of the market faded away with each step until Yuka was left with only the sounds of her own feet and carefree humming. She passed under the archway, taking in the sight of the sun glowing above the ships in dock. It was quieter down on the waterfront, the bustling sounds of the merchant district far behind the gentle rocking of the nearby vessels. Yuka made her way down to the water, sliding down the railings of the staircase with her humming in full tune. A few elderly gentleman sat hunched over their fishing rods, their sagging eyes focussed on the waters for even the faintest nibble. Along the waterfront, perched on a small seat far away from the rest of the fishermen, sat a small shaggy haired boy, dressed in tattered clothes. “Good morning, Mori. Doing a little bit of morning fishing?” She greeted her younger friend, pulled up a spare stool and made herself welcome to the alcohol he often brought with him on his early morning fishing trips. She pulled a dark brown bottle from his basket. “Aw, come on...rice ale? I thought you loved me better than this.” “I didn’t count on you visiting me. Thought you’d want to spend all morning with Ania.” “Nah, didn’t even have a chance to take a leak before that Godfucker Kuragi came banging on the door. Oh right…” Yuka sat her bottle down. “If you’ll excuse me, still gotta piss.” Instead of making her way into the passages beneath the streets, where she would be given some privacy, Yuka took a few steps behind where she was sitting, stood against the wall and pulled her shorts down to her knees, she arched back and rested her hands comfortably on her butt. She relaxed and let her bladder empty against the wall, a dark stream poured out from her, splattering against the stone. She felt a slight warmth as her bare shins were sprinkled by a light shower of piss. “So did you have fun?” Mori asked, a slight stutter of embarrassment in his speech as he was forced to hear the pattering of Yuka's piss. “A lady doesn’t fondle and tell, Mori.” “Oh please.” He scoffed. “Like that’s ever stopped you.” “Only when Madame Lamplights fine ladies are involved, you have every right to hear about my fantastic conquests! The things I do with Ania, however, are only for me, her, and those apostate gods above watching us.” “Well listen to you. Talking like a girl in love.” He sniggered. “Is that what this strange feeling in the pit of my stomach is? I just thought I needed a good fart.” Her stream softened to a light trickle “Ahh...nothing like the first piss after a night of sex...heaven…” She shook off the final drops and pulled her shorts back up. She took her seat back beside Mori and opened her bottle. She took a sip, shuddering as the bitter ale hit her tongue. “You know...maybe it is love…” She smiled, sat back and let the bright summer day wash over her body.
  20. Just a short video of a girl who wets her brown pants. Brown pants wetting.mp4
  21. joshnolan

    female Blue leggings wetting

    Blue leggings wetting.mp4
  22. Tiffany T has a garden tea time pee and a standing tinkle by the shore. Tiffany4-p-garden-tea.flv Tiffany3-p-shore.flv
  23. I snipped this out of a larger video, as it was the only scene I found appealing. Hope you enjoy. pink panties standing.avi
  24. iamandrew

    ミスコン中におもらし!?

    I am outraged that the school swimsuit was not awarded first place.

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