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  1. Surprise! I decided I'd revive this story idea, but rework a few details! :) you're gonna love it, I know you will. ;) Enjoy it! Chapter 1: "I can't believe we're finally doing this!" Katie squealed as she closed the door to the backseat of her car. The day she was leaving with her boyfriend, Kendall Schmidt, to spend the summer with him and his friends at Carlos' beach house, had finally arrived. "Me either!" Kendall said happily, wrapping his girlfriend in to his arms before kissing her. "AHEM!" Katie's dad cleared his throat. He was perfectly happy with Kendall as long as there was no PDA in front of him. "Oh Gavin!" Katie's mom chided, before pulling Katie in to a hug. "Wear sunscreen, call me every chance you get, and DON'T GET PREGNANT." Katie giggled at that, looking over at Kendall. "I love you K." "I love you too Mama," Katie answered, squeezing her mother before hugging her dad. "I love you Daddy." "I love you too," He said softly, glaring at Kendall over his little girl's shoulder before letting her go. "Now get going, you don't wanna hit traffic, okay?" Katie nodded, skipping to the driver side, Kendall slipping in to the passenger side silently, programming the GPS before they took off, Katie turning on some music. "Your dad hates me you know," He chuckled once they were on the highway. "He doesn't hate you, he's just upset I'm grown up and that I'm spending the summer with my steady boyfriend," Katie giggled. "He'll come around, I promise. And in the meantime, think about everything we're gonna do this summer!" Kendall nodded, faking a smile before leaning back in his seat, beginning to worry. He was hiding a rather deep and humiliating secret; his bladder was small, so he woke up almost every morning to a wet bed, as well as wetting himself during the day now and again. As excited as he was for the next three months, he was also terrified of sharing a bedroom with his girlfriend. He stayed in his head for a while before Katie's phone rang, making him jump. The phone was synced with the car, so Kendall pressed the button on the display screen to answer it. "Helloooo?" Katie answered happily. "Hey," Logan yawned. "We're gonna stop at Starbucks at the next exit, you two wanna come?" "Sure!" Katie answered. "Next exit?" "Yup, we'll meet you there," Logan said before hanging up. Kendall chewed on his lip, knowing what coffee did to him, but he couldn't upset Katie, so he just leaned back, listening to her sing along to the song playing. She pulled off the highway and in to the parking lot, stopping the car and skipping over to the others. Kendall shuffled along behind everyone as they all filed inside. "C'mere you," Katie said, dragging Kendall over to her, placing her small hand inside his. "What's up? You don't seem yourself this morning." "Just sleepy," Kendall yawned. Katie nodded, placing her order before stepping aside for Kendall to add his on. They took theirs and went to sit with the rest of the gang, Carlos fully dishing out details about the house, surrounding amenities, local shopping, food. "This is gonna be freakin incredible," Logan said, sipping his latte. Carlos beamed. Katie laid her head on Kendall's arm, since she was too short to reach his shoulder. Everyone talked idly before Carlos reminded them they still had a very long drive ahead of them. James nodded, walking back to his car, Carlos following Logan back to his truck. Katie looked up at Kendall expectantly. "You go ahead, I'm just gonna go to the bathroom real quick," Kendall said softly, Kissing the top of his girlfriend's head. Katie smiled with a blush, nodding and walked back out to the car, digging through her collection of CD's until she found the one she wanted, loading it in to the player as Kendall got back in the car. "Ready?" he asked happily. Katie nodded, and off they went.
  2. I've written "A BACKGROUND" about me in my Profile, which might explain some bits in my wetting experience stories. Usually it's stuff that I don't talk much about. But it's not anything I keep secret, and maybe it'll be easier to understand (and believe) my stories , if you read it. https://omorashi.org/user/15346-vikka/ ********************************************************** And now to the actual story! This happened a couple of years ago. More precisely the summer, when I was sixteen years old. I was spending most of the summer at Haverdal, a village about twenty km north of Halmstad at the Swedish west coast. I was staying at the house of a middle-age couple, who were friends to my mother, when she was alive. Their house was close to the most wonderful sandy beach, where I spent whole days, swimming in the sea and sunbathing. The first weeks I was mostly alone as I didnt know any of my age. Now and then I saw someone leave the beach and walk up into the sand dunes above the beach. I didn't think much about it at first, but then I realized that it could be that they were going out of sight to pee. (Me, I never bothered to go anywhere, I just peed my swimmingsuit where I lied and then later on went for a swim.) The thought was kind of thrilling, and especially when I noticed some girl passing me in that direction, I indulged in fancies, picturing her pulling down her panties and crouch down to pee. I used to lie on my stomach and masturbate to those imaginary pictures. I got more and more temptied to follow a girl and spy on her. Though I didn't ventured to do it. But then I noticed a girl coming back from the dunes, and I thought I could see a dark spot on her yellow bikini pants. I wasn't sure though. I looked after her, feeling very excited, and saw her walking straight down to the water and plunge into the sea. The next day I saw her walking up into the dunes. When she passed me I had a close look at her. She was very cute, and I guessed she was about my age, maybe one or two years older than me. I kept a close watch for her return. The expectation of what I might see, made me overexcited and my whole body shivered. It was at least twenty minutes, maybe more, before she reappeared. I hade moved a bit to be closer, when she would pass me. She wore the yellow bikini, and I concentrated on looking at her bikini pants. I was so excited, that I had to clench my thighs and rub them against each other. She came closer and closer. I was staring so intensely, that tears came from my eyes. I rubbed them to see better. And... Yippee!!! There was a big dark spot on her pants! I got breathless and so excited that I started to cough. As the day before the girl went down into the water. Most likely she wanted to conceal that she'd wetted herself... At least I believed so. The day after I decided to sneak up on her, when she walked up into the dunes. If she did, that was... Think if she wouldn't turn up again? But she did. She was later than she used to be. I'd brought a big bottle of Coca Cola. Before I left the house, I'd had several cups of tea and now I was gulping Coca Cola. I wanted to be prepared. It was a hot day and I felt that I needed a quick swim in the sea to cool off. I was afraid that the girl would appear before I was finished, and I looked anxiously around the beach, when I walked down to the water. When I came back I realized that it could have been a mistake to swim. What if she would come before my bikini had dried up? If I was going to wet myself, I didn't want it to happen in wet bikini pants. I changed quickly to pink cotton panties (if you've read my other stories, you might have noticed that I've a special liking for pink cotton panties) and a thin, white tank top, which I'd cut off so that it just barely covered my small breasts (although my nipples were quite visible through the thin fabric). Finally she came. Today she was wearing a lilac bikini. I followed her at some distance. I didn't want her to detect me. Not yet, anyway. Then I lost sight of her. I proceeded carefully. When I was getting near the top of the dune behind which she'd disappeared, I started to crawl the last bit so that she wouldn't caught sight of me. I raised my head slowly and looked down the slope on the other side. Oh, there she was! My heart pounded heavily inside my chest. She was standing at the bottom of the slope, not far from me. But she wasn't standing still, she was fidgety tripping around. At first I could only see her from behind but when she turned around I saw that she had both hands jammed in between her thighs. I took a breathe so sudden that I almost choked. She must be soo desperate, I thought. And I realized that that was the case for me too. Actually, I felt a spurt of pee in my panties, and I too had to jam my hands between my thighs, press them hard against my crotch to stop peeing. Her legs intertwined. She must be on the verge to wet herself now, I thought. I stood up and took a step over the edge of the dune. But with my hands still jammed between my clenched thighs I was so clumsy, I tripped and fell down the slope. I rolled down the sand and landed only a few feet from the girl's feet. I looked up at her. "I'm sorry, I didn't know someone was here. I tripped. Sorry... I'm so terribly clumsy..." I was rambling, not knowing what I should say in this situation. This was not how I'd planned my entry onto the scene. "You're not hurt, are you?" She asked in a polite but yet forced way. She hadn't removed her hands from her crotch. I saw them moving. "Oh, no! Not at all", I answered, and added in an explaining way. "I came here to pee. You see, I'm frightfully desperate to pee!" I put my hands against my pussy again. She nodded. "Me too. I mean, I too have come to pee. V... very d... desperate also. Believe I... can't hold on any longer!" "B... but..." I stuttered. "But you've got your swimming pants on...?" "No time to put them off!" She yelled, and parted her legs. She was already peeing. Her swimming pants were no match for the forceful stream, that flooded through them and splashed onto the ground. Her face was as if transfigured with delight. I was so occupied by looking at her, that I at first wasn't aware of that also I was wetting myself. But my pee streaming between my fingers soon enough got me aware. And it felt so good! Repeated twitches announced the arrival of a wonderful orgasm. I tried to muffle my groans but when I came, I couldn't help squeaking "Eeeeh, eeeh, eeeeh!" We went on peeing for quite some time. When we stopped, she looked inquisitively at me. "You came, didn't you?" She'd still one hand on her pussy, slowly rubbing. "Uh... em..." I was still trembling from my orgasm and had some difficulties to articulate. Also I tried to gain a little time before I answered. "I think so - maybe - it sort of happened. Yes!" Before she continued, I thought I should take the initiative. "This wasn't the first time you went here to wet yourself, was it? I've seen you before coming back from here with wet bikini pants!" She blushed. "Uhm... it has happened..." "More than once!" I continued in a demanding voice. "Maybe..." Then we both started to laugh at the same time. The whole situation was so hilarious! When we stopped to catch our breathes, I asked her: "Now, when I've admitted that I came, I got to ask you if you didn't get any aroused at all?" She smiled. "Kind of..." Then she burst out laughing. "Hell, yes! I came too. At about the same time as you! What do you expect after all the pussy rubbing? But you didn't notice, because you were so up in the blue heaven, when you came, that you didn't notice! Quite nice squeaks you gave away!" She laughed again. And with her laughters resounding in my ears I think I'll end this story. But, yes, her name was Ellen! And also I might add that it was quite embarrassing, when we met four girls on our way back. One of them noticed the wet spots and pointed them out for the other. They giggled quite uncontrollably. And I knew that my pussy probably was pretty visible through my wet, thin cotton panties. Shit! Sometimes I can't stop writing, but now it's going to happen. Finally!
  3. Author Note: After a long period of limited activity, I've finally had the time to return to my roots here. This is a story which I've been working on for the past few weeks whenever I had the chance to and now, finally, it's finished. As it stands at the present moment in time, this will be no more than a one-shot wonder. A single, completed story, which, due to the 11 sides of A4 length and over 6k words, had to be split into two parts to prevent post-flooding. I've gone for something very different from my other stories on this site, as you will probably notice, and stuck to a nice first-person perspective. Part 1 will be posted here and now, with the subsequent part later today (I promise you this). Here we go: Part 1 Here's a list of things that have happened to me today. I've been: Buried alive by one of the cutest girls in my class, Had my deepest, darkest secrets revealed to previously mentioned cutie and another cutie (also from my class), Been punished by both cuties in the way I mentioned previously (and more), and also been branded a 'perv-dog' and lectured about my life choices. Quite an eventful day, if I do say so myself, however, it's only the first day of the first week of Summer break and I've still got at least three more weeks of this. Before I regale you with the details of this rather unexpected day's happenings, I'm sure you've a few questions which I shall try to answer. First, a little about me. I'm just your average male high-school student. Average grades, average lifestyle, average hobbies, average likes/dislikes, slightly above average friends and, also, good looks (but that's my personal opinion). Granted, I'm no 'Mister Macho' or the 'Dream Guy' for all girls, but some still find me quite 'sexy', for want of a better word. Now for details on 'Cutie 1'. Her name's Vivianna (Vivi for short, or so she likes to be called) and she's in the same class as me. She was voted 'No.1' on the guy's 'most fantasised about' list, which, of course, we carried out in total secret from the girls of our class. She's slightly short for her age, more around the height of a Junior-High freshman, but that just adds to her adorable charms. She's the epitome of a 'Perfect girl' for most guys. She gets good grades, is an ace at sports, dubbed the 'Track Queen' of the School (and it's only been first Semester), tomboyish to a fault but also a girly girl, and not afraid to kick off if people try to walk over her. She also comes from a fairly wealthy family. On top of that, she's my Childhood friend from as far back as Pre-School. We pretty much grew up together, inseparable to the point of being confused as siblings. However, she attended an All Girls private school during her Junior-High years (they were the most lonely years of my life) and I didn't get to see her again until the start of High-School, which brings on the perfect time to introduce 'Cutie 2'. 'Cutie 2' is another girl from my class. Her name is Abigail and she was voted 'No. 2' on the aforementioned list. She's another 'perfect girl' but on a different scale from Vivi. Abigail would make a perfect housewife if she wasn't so much of an air-head. She's the most intelligent girl in our class but she's so oblivious to the most normal things that it's nearly laughable. I reckon that's because she had lived a sheltered upbringing. However, she's such a nice girl, always caring for others more than herself, and also very dependable that it kind of makes up for her slight 'out-of-tune' behaviour. She's around average height for a girl of her age (that's 16, by the way), and the most girly girl you could find. If it wasn't for me being stuck between the two of them, I doubt they would have paid each other much heed as they're like polar opposites of one another. I haven't known Abigail for as long as I've known Vivi, but she filled the gap in my interaction with the female gender in Junior-High, when Vivi was off being 'educated' in how to be a 'Refined Lady' at a Private All-Girls school. The 'education' failed, however, and Vivi's as unpredictable and as tomboyish as I know and love. Now for more context on how I ended up being buried alive in the sand and my secrets being poured out to these innocent girls. Vivi invited myself (and Abigail, at my pleading, of course) to spend the first four weeks of summer break at her family's Seaside summer House (I told you her family was loaded). Of course, her overprotective father, who's ex-military and currently working as a bouncer at a club in the town near where I live, just so you should know, blatantly objected to this and said that I'd 'taint' his 'princess' during the time in the Summer House (I'm a hormonal teen male, what do you expect?) but, thankfully, her Mother convinced him and I was allowed to spend the summer with 'No 1' and 'No. 2' on 'the list' (I expect that I'm the envy of all the guys in my class now. I'm not looking forward to next semester). Anyway, that's how the beach came into it. We were chaffered down by Vivi's father, who reiterated his warning that he'd castrate me if I even so much as looked wrongly at Vivi, and, after that, I was left to my own devices with the two cutest girls in my class. Lucky me! The first night went by quite normally as we were all tired from the long journey, and Vivi's father was still with us. Obviously, I got the lowest quality Guest room which, to be fair, was on par with the most expensive Hotel rooms I know of, at the other end of the House. My dreams were dashed before they even came to fruition. Vivi got the Master bedroom, which was to be expected, and Abigail got the second most opulent room in the House. They were no more than a short hall away from each other and I was stuck around a house away. I may as well have been locked in a dog-house. Always wanting to be by my Mistress's side but always separated by species and a large brick wall. Pity aside, when the next morning came, I got to eat some of Abigail's home cooking, which was absolutely delicious, and 'Mr. Universe' (My personal nickname for Vivi's father when he's being overprotective) quickly departed after breakfast, leaving just me and my 'hunnies' in the House. As our holiday had just begun, we decided to go to the beach for the day (the beach was no more than a 10 minute walk away from the House). It was lovely and warm outside, with temperatures in the 30s (That's in degrees-Celsius, by the way, around 86 in the Fahrenheit scale at the lowest). Perfect beach weather! And, as Mr. Universe was on his way home, that meant I could 'observe' these beauties in their beachwear uncontested. What a great day to be alive! After putting on my own beachwear, which were basic black swim-shorts, I eagerly awaited the arrival of the Beach Goddesses I was with outside of the house. I know girls take ages to get ready, so I wasn't expecting much in the ways of rapid viewing to Save to my 'IFB' (I won't spell that out to you, use your imagination). After around twenty minutes of waiting, Vivi was the first to leave the house. Now this is what I've been waiting for! Vivi decided to go for a daring red-and-white striped Side-tie bikini. I honestly didn't know how she was supporting the top half as I was sure her mosquito-bites she calls breasts (she'd kill me if I said that and, if she didn't, Mr Universe sure would) wouldn't have been big enough to do it. Padding expected. Doesn't matter, saved to IFB. She'd tied her short light-brown hair into a side-ponytail with a cute smiling sun hair-tie. Underneath the clear sunglasses she was wearing, I could see that she's put some mascara on her eyelashes as they seemed to be slightly fuller than normal. She doesn't normally wear make-up. Was she hoping to pull someone at the beach? Weren't her hazel eyes enough to draw any man in? They sure do to me. Over her swimwear, she had a pale-blue hooded jacket, which she had unzipped at present. She must have caught me staring and saving all of her beauty because she quickly retorted: “Keep it up and I'll call Dad.” She threatened. Her adorable voice could hardly sound threatening, though the words sure were. I quickly averted my gaze. I didn't want my manhood to be ruined. I will sire young yet! “Anyway, sorry to keep you waiting.” “That's okay. I haven't been waiting long.” I answered. “Do you know how much longer Abigail will be?” “Not sure. Maybe a few more minutes? She's having a little trouble getting hers' on.” Vivi, you really should choose your words a little more carefully. She must have noticed the slight rise in my trunks. “Perv...” She sighed, unimpressed by my apparent fantasising. “Are we really safe spending four weeks with a horny toad like you?” I quickly shifted the bag on my shoulder to my front to cover up my IFB becoming full. “Coming from the one who must have been staring down there to notice.” I quickly countered with a smile. That caused her to falter and blush a little. “Y-you're one to talk!” She shot back, her face slightly flushed, as she turned her gaze away from my package. It surely was fun teasing her like this. She's so cute when she's flustered. After the initial awkwardness and saving of sights, Vivi decided to wait next to me, though she was a good arms-length away from me. She began to ruffle through the bag on my shoulder a little while later and pulled out one of the twelve water bottles I was carrying. That lightened the six litre load I had on my shoulder, so I was quite thankful. She then began to gulp down the water quite quickly. “We won't have any for the beach if you go through them that quickly.” I teased her once more. “We've all got money on us so we'll be fine as long as the stores are open.” Vivi casually brushed aside my statement after she'd guzzled down half the 500ml bottle. “Easy for you to say. I'm still on student funds. My parent's don't give me any more money during Summer Break.” “Quit complaining. If you're so low on money, I guess I can spare a little. But just a little, okay?” “I guess you can be nice.” “I'm always nice!” Our little banter was soon cut short when I head the second of the Beach Babes call out to us. “Sorry for the wait. I had a little trouble tieing it up.” Abigail's angelic voice called out to myself and Vivi. Not wanting to miss the chance for a 'Save to IFB' to happen, I quickly turned towards her, and, damn, it was totally worth the second awkward overflow to happen. I could feel my shorts getting tighter around 'the package'. Abigail had abused her model-like figure to the best she could. Despite the fact that she was wearing a basic one-piece swimsuit, it could rival any bikini-clad cherub I may see today. The gold and red one-piece hugged her curves like a second skin, even going as far to accentuate her normally B-cup breasts into something which looked more closer to a mid C-cup in size and volume. Definitely going in the IFB! I would lose my manhood if I didn't save this beautiful sight! Her long dark-brown hair was held back by a red hairband and neatly combed to perfection, and she had also put on some mascara, it seemed, as the eyelashes around her dark brown eyes were also looking a little fuller. Sadly, after catching my looks, and, perhaps, the fact that I was pitching a tent, she quickly zipped up her white jacket and cut off my view to paradise. I was snapped from my fantasy when I felt a sharp pain in my right foot. Vivi had stamped on it and, despite the fact that we were both wearing sandals, it still hurt like hell and caused me to recoil a bit. “I guess I'll call Dad now and tell him that you're being too much of a Pervy-perv to be trusted.” Vivi threatened once more. This time, she had her phone out and was hovering over the quick-dial to Mr Universe's number. I quickly looked down and apologized profusely to Abigail for my perverted ways and Vivi for leering at her friend. That was enough to cause Vivi to put her phone away, though she seemed to show some hesitation. Two castrations averted, I quickly hurried us along to the beach so I could view things in a more 'safe' environment. On the ten minute walk to the beach, Vivi had consumed the rest of her first water bottle and was around three-quarters of the way through her second, and Abigail had managed to drink nearly a third of her first bottle. I, myself, was also downing the water as well. The twelve bottles we had soon quickly dwindled to around eight left for drinking. Two left for Vivi, and three for myself and Abigail. I would have thought that, with all the time Vivi spent running the track at school, she'd have a higher resistance to the heat than myself or Abigail. Turned out the opposite was true. Finally, after what felt like walking through a desert, we arrived at the beach. Paradise for any self-respecting teenage male! The jackets came off, along with the sandals and sunglasses, when we first set foot on the sand. Now I know why Abigail took a while to get ready. The back of her swimsuit was tied by numerous strings and didn't have anything material-like until it reached just above her rear. Damn, she certainly knew how to draw all eyes to her During the time we spent at the beach, I was saving all I could for later recollection. String-bikinis, Pareos, One-pieces, regular bikinis, 'revealing' one-pieces, 'Questionable' bikinis, etc. You know, anything worth remembering and imagining on that 'special someone'. Especially if a wardrobe malfunction occurs. Of course, the girls I was with did not really approve and, shortly after I fell asleep due to mental burnout and pitching several tents, buried me alive in the sand. Lovely. At least they left it so I could move my head around a bit but, unless I could find some way to be released from my prison of sand, I'll only tan on my face, and that would be rather bad for the return to School after the break. They'd packed me in quite tightly. I must have been out for at least an hour and a half for it to be this restricting. It seemed kind of strange that they left me facing them and them alone and always managed to get within vision, despite how I moved my head. Looking over at the bag by my side, I could see that there were only three bottles of water left. Two of them were mine and one was Abigail's. She'd marked hers with a red star sticker when we reached the beach. Vivi must have drank all of hers and then got some more as I could see a bottles of Cola and fizzy fruit drinks in the plastic rubbish bag we'd taken with us. Judging by the number of bottles in the rubbish bag, Vivi must have consumed at least six and a half bottles in total, including the four water bottles we'd brought. That's around 3.25 litres of drink, estimating that they were all 500ml bottles. However, I'd never heard her request a 'powder break' (euphemism, you should know) once, whereas Abigail had gone at least three times before I went to sleep and we've been here for around three and a half hours. She did look a little 'bouncy' even while staying stationary right now and rifling through my jacket pocket. Wait! She's rifling through my jacket pocket! My phone's in there! I tried my hardest to break out of the sand-cast I'd been put in, but to no avail. She'd got her hands on my phone and, surprisingly, cracked the touch input required to unlock it. Note to self: Change phone passcode when I can next move. She had my life in her hands, and she probably knew it. This was, most likely, revenge for 'eyeing' up her and the other girls on this beach. I pleaded for her to put my phone back, even going as far as saying I'd buy her something sweet on the way home, yet nothing seemed to convince her to put the phone back. She even came up to me, squatted down over my sand-covered body so she was in my view and played around with my phone. Hey, maybe this wasn't so bad after all? From the position she's in, I could see the promised land through her bikini bottoms right in front of my eyes! The rounded peaks and shallow valley awakened the beast in me and I could feel my manhood breaking the sand-cast enough to stand firm, like a spear piercing the heavens! Gungnir, stand down this instant! The way she was bouncing ever so slightly on her toes just caused my spear to become a diamond spear. If only the rest of my body reacted to this the way mini-me did, I'd have my phone back in no time. “Talk about boring.” Vivi sighed as she continued placing scissors to my life-thread and playing with my phone. “I just wish Abbi was here so she could debunk her theory that you're innocent and 'just another teenager'. She'd know all the places to look for dirty secrets. I'm betting that I'm holding a goldmine of pervy things in my hands and just don't know it yet. Too bad she's in the can.” Was she toying with me? Did she really want me to bare my soul to her that badly? “Hey, maybe Abigail's right? Why do you think I'm hiding stuff from you, my childhood sweetheart?” I quickly asked. Thinking back on it, that was a rather corny line so it's no wonder she worked me out shortly after that. “Flattery will get you nowhere.” She answered. Her blush betrayed her words, though. Her bouncing had turned more into a shuffle now. Was she…? “Oh, hey, I've yet to check internet bookmarks and search results!” NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Anything but them! She must have caught on to my reaction from stating that. I was probably sweating more than a fat man in a sauna. Soon after giving the orders for execution, she opened up the internet app and showed me the home tab. “Something on this, then?” She asked innocently. Her malicious smile said otherwise. End of Part 1
  4. Imouto Bouquet

    How to rehabilitate a Perv-Dog Part 1

    Here's a list of things that have happened to me today. I've been: Buried alive by one of the cutest girls in my class, Had my deepest, darkest secrets revealed to previously mentioned cutie and another cutie (also from my class), Been punished by both cuties in the way I mentioned previously (and more), and also been branded a 'perv-dog' and lectured about my life choices. Quite an eventful day, if I do say so myself, however, it's only the first day of the first week of Summer break and I've still got at least three more weeks of this. Before I regale you with the details of this rather unexpected day's happenings, I'm sure you've a few questions which I shall try to answer. First, a little about me. I'm just your average male high-school student. Average grades, average lifestyle, average hobbies, average likes/dislikes, slightly above average friends and, also, good looks (but that's my personal opinion). Granted, I'm no 'Mister Macho' or the 'Dream Guy' for all girls, but some still find me quite 'sexy', for want of a better word. Now for details on 'Cutie 1'. Her name's Vivianna (Vivi for short, or so she likes to be called) and she's in the same class as me. She was voted 'No.1' on the guy's 'most fantasised about' list, which, of course, we carried out in total secret from the girls of our class. She's slightly short for her age, more around the height of a Junior-High freshman, but that just adds to her adorable charms. She's the epitome of a 'Perfect girl' for most guys. She gets good grades, is an ace at sports, dubbed the 'Track Queen' of the School (and it's only been first Semester), tomboyish to a fault but also a girly girl, and not afraid to kick off if people try to walk over her. She also comes from a fairly wealthy family. On top of that, she's my Childhood friend from as far back as Pre-School. We pretty much grew up together, inseparable to the point of being confused as siblings. However, she attended an All Girls private school during her Junior-High years (they were the most lonely years of my life) and I didn't get to see her again until the start of High-School, which brings on the perfect time to introduce 'Cutie 2'. 'Cutie 2' is another girl from my class. Her name is Abigail and she was voted 'No. 2' on the aforementioned list. She's another 'perfect girl' but on a different scale from Vivi. Abigail would make a perfect housewife if she wasn't so much of an air-head. She's the most intelligent girl in our class but she's so oblivious to the most normal things that it's nearly laughable. I reckon that's because she had lived a sheltered upbringing. However, she's such a nice girl, always caring for others more than herself, and also very dependable that it kind of makes up for her slight 'out-of-tune' behaviour. She's around average height for a girl of her age (that's 16, by the way), and the most girly girl you could find. If it wasn't for me being stuck between the two of them, I doubt they would have paid each other much heed as they're like polar opposites of one another. I haven't known Abigail for as long as I've known Vivi, but she filled the gap in my interaction with the female gender in Junior-High, when Vivi was off being 'educated' in how to be a 'Refined Lady' at a Private All-Girls school. The 'education' failed, however, and Vivi's as unpredictable and as tomboyish as I know and love. Now for more context on how I ended up being buried alive in the sand and my secrets being poured out to these innocent girls. Vivi invited myself (and Abigail, at my pleading, of course) to spend the first four weeks of summer break at her family's Seaside summer House (I told you her family was loaded). Of course, her overprotective father, who's ex-military and currently working as a bouncer at a club in the town near where I live, just so you should know, blatantly objected to this and said that I'd 'taint' his 'princess' during the time in the Summer House (I'm a hormonal teen male, what do you expect?) but, thankfully, her Mother convinced him and I was allowed to spend the summer with 'No 1' and 'No. 2' on 'the list' (I expect that I'm the envy of all the guys in my class now. I'm not looking forward to next semester). Anyway, that's how the beach came into it. We were chaffered down by Vivi's father, who reiterated his warning that he'd castrate me if I even so much as looked wrongly at Vivi, and, after that, I was left to my own devices with the two cutest girls in my class. Lucky me! The first night went by quite normally as we were all tired from the long journey, and Vivi's father was still with us. Obviously, I got the lowest quality Guest room which, to be fair, was on par with the most expensive Hotel rooms I know of, at the other end of the House. My dreams were dashed before they even came to fruition. Vivi got the Master bedroom, which was to be expected, and Abigail got the second most opulent room in the House. They were no more than a short hall away from each other and I was stuck around a house away. I may as well have been locked in a dog-house. Always wanting to be by my Mistress's side but always separated by species and a large brick wall. Pity aside, when the next morning came, I got to eat some of Abigail's home cooking, which was absolutely delicious, and 'Mr. Universe' (My personal nickname for Vivi's father when he's being overprotective) quickly departed after breakfast, leaving just me and my 'hunnies' in the House. As our holiday had just begun, we decided to go to the beach for the day (the beach was no more than a 10 minute walk away from the House). It was lovely and warm outside, with temperatures in the 30s (That's in degrees-Celsius, by the way, around 86 in the Fahrenheit scale at the lowest). Perfect beach weather! And, as Mr. Universe was on his way home, that meant I could 'observe' these beauties in their beachwear uncontested. What a great day to be alive! After putting on my own beachwear, which were basic black swim-shorts, I eagerly awaited the arrival of the Beach Goddesses I was with outside of the house. I know girls take ages to get ready, so I wasn't expecting much in the ways of rapid viewing to Save to my 'IFB' (I won't spell that out to you, use your imagination). After around twenty minutes of waiting, Vivi was the first to leave the house. Now this is what I've been waiting for! Vivi decided to go for a daring red-and-white striped Side-tie bikini. I honestly didn't know how she was supporting the top half as I was sure her mosquito-bites she calls breasts (she'd kill me if I said that and, if she didn't, Mr Universe sure would) wouldn't have been big enough to do it. Padding expected. Doesn't matter, saved to IFB. She'd tied her short light-brown hair into a side-ponytail with a cute smiling sun hair-tie. Underneath the clear sunglasses she was wearing, I could see that she's put some mascara on her eyelashes as they seemed to be slightly fuller than normal. She doesn't normally wear make-up. Was she hoping to pull someone at the beach? Weren't her hazel eyes enough to draw any man in? They sure do to me. Over her swimwear, she had a pale-blue hooded jacket, which she had unzipped at present. She must have caught me staring and saving all of her beauty because she quickly retorted: “Keep it up and I'll call Dad.” She threatened. Her adorable voice could hardly sound threatening, though the words sure were. I quickly averted my gaze. I didn't want my manhood to be ruined. I will sire young yet! “Anyway, sorry to keep you waiting.” “That's okay. I haven't been waiting long.” I answered. “Do you know how much longer Abigail will be?” “Not sure. Maybe a few more minutes? She's having a little trouble getting hers' on.” Vivi, you really should choose your words a little more carefully. She must have noticed the slight rise in my trunks. “Perv...” She sighed, unimpressed by my apparent fantasising. “Are we really safe spending four weeks with a horny toad like you?” I quickly shifted the bag on my shoulder to my front to cover up my IFB becoming full. “Coming from the one who must have been staring down there to notice.” I quickly countered with a smile. That caused her to falter and blush a little. “Y-you're one to talk!” She shot back, her face slightly flushed, as she turned her gaze away from my package. It surely was fun teasing her like this. She's so cute when she's flustered. After the initial awkwardness and saving of sights, Vivi decided to wait next to me, though she was a good arms-length away from me. She began to ruffle through the bag on my shoulder a little while later and pulled out one of the twelve water bottles I was carrying. That lightened the six litre load I had on my shoulder, so I was quite thankful. She then began to gulp down the water quite quickly. “We won't have any for the beach if you go through them that quickly.” I teased her once more. “We've all got money on us so we'll be fine as long as the stores are open.” Vivi casually brushed aside my statement after she'd guzzled down half the 500ml bottle. “Easy for you to say. I'm still on student funds. My parent's don't give me any more money during Summer Break.” “Quit complaining. If you're so low on money, I guess I can spare a little. But just a little, okay?” “I guess you can be nice.” “I'm always nice!” Our little banter was soon cut short when I head the second of the Beach Babes call out to us. “Sorry for the wait. I had a little trouble tieing it up.” Abigail's angelic voice called out to myself and Vivi. Not wanting to miss the chance for a 'Save to IFB' to happen, I quickly turned towards her, and, damn, it was totally worth the second awkward overflow to happen. I could feel my shorts getting tighter around 'the package'. Abigail had abused her model-like figure to the best she could. Despite the fact that she was wearing a basic one-piece swimsuit, it could rival any bikini-clad cherub I may see today. The gold and red one-piece hugged her curves like a second skin, even going as far to accentuate her normally B-cup breasts into something which looked more closer to a mid C-cup in size and volume. Definitely going in the IFB! I would lose my manhood if I didn't save this beautiful sight! Her long dark-brown hair was held back by a red hairband and neatly combed to perfection, and she had also put on some mascara, it seemed, as the eyelashes around her dark brown eyes were also looking a little fuller. Sadly, after catching my looks, and, perhaps, the fact that I was pitching a tent, she quickly zipped up her white jacket and cut off my view to paradise. I was snapped from my fantasy when I felt a sharp pain in my right foot. Vivi had stamped on it and, despite the fact that we were both wearing sandals, it still hurt like hell and caused me to recoil a bit. “I guess I'll call Dad now and tell him that you're being too much of a Pervy-perv to be trusted.” Vivi threatened once more. This time, she had her phone out and was hovering over the quick-dial to Mr Universe's number. I quickly looked down and apologized profusely to Abigail for my perverted ways and Vivi for leering at her friend. That was enough to cause Vivi to put her phone away, though she seemed to show some hesitation. Two castrations averted, I quickly hurried us along to the beach so I could view things in a more 'safe' environment. On the ten minute walk to the beach, Vivi had consumed the rest of her first water bottle and was around three-quarters of the way through her second, and Abigail had managed to drink nearly a third of her first bottle. I, myself, was also downing the water as well. The twelve bottles we had soon quickly dwindled to around eight left for drinking. Two left for Vivi, and three for myself and Abigail. I would have thought that, with all the time Vivi spent running the track at school, she'd have a higher resistance to the heat than myself or Abigail. Turned out the opposite was true. Finally, after what felt like walking through a desert, we arrived at the beach. Paradise for any self-respecting teenage male! The jackets came off, along with the sandals and sunglasses, when we first set foot on the sand. Now I know why Abigail took a while to get ready. The back of her swimsuit was tied by numerous strings and didn't have anything material-like until it reached just above her rear. Damn, she certainly knew how to draw all eyes to her During the time we spent at the beach, I was saving all I could for later recollection. String-bikinis, Pareos, One-pieces, regular bikinis, 'revealing' one-pieces, 'Questionable' bikinis, etc. You know, anything worth remembering and imagining on that 'special someone'. Especially if a wardrobe malfunction occurs. Of course, the girls I was with did not really approve and, shortly after I fell asleep due to mental burnout and pitching several tents, buried me alive in the sand. Lovely. At least they left it so I could move my head around a bit but, unless I could find some way to be released from my prison of sand, I'll only tan on my face, and that would be rather bad for the return to School after the break. They'd packed me in quite tightly. I must have been out for at least an hour and a half for it to be this restricting. It seemed kind of strange that they left me facing them and them alone and always managed to get within vision, despite how I moved my head. Looking over at the bag by my side, I could see that there were only three bottles of water left. Two of them were mine and one was Abigail's. She'd marked hers with a red star sticker when we reached the beach. Vivi must have drank all of hers and then got some more as I could see a bottles of Cola and fizzy fruit drinks in the plastic rubbish bag we'd taken with us. Judging by the number of bottles in the rubbish bag, Vivi must have consumed at least six and a half bottles in total, including the four water bottles we'd brought. That's around 3.25 litres of drink, estimating that they were all 500ml bottles. However, I'd never heard her request a 'powder break' (euphemism, you should know) once, whereas Abigail had gone at least three times before I went to sleep and we've been here for around three and a half hours. She did look a little 'bouncy' even while staying stationary right now and rifling through my jacket pocket. Wait! She's rifling through my jacket pocket! My phone's in there! I tried my hardest to break out of the sand-cast I'd been put in, but to no avail. She'd got her hands on my phone and, surprisingly, cracked the touch input required to unlock it. Note to self: Change phone passcode when I can next move. She had my life in her hands, and she probably knew it. This was, most likely, revenge for 'eyeing' up her and the other girls on this beach. I pleaded for her to put my phone back, even going as far as saying I'd buy her something sweet on the way home, yet nothing seemed to convince her to put the phone back. She even came up to me, squatted down over my sand-covered body so she was in my view and played around with my phone. Hey, maybe this wasn't so bad after all? From the position she's in, I could see the promised land through her bikini bottoms right in front of my eyes! The rounded peaks and shallow valley awakened the beast in me and I could feel my manhood breaking the sand-cast enough to stand firm, like a spear piercing the heavens! Gungnir, stand down this instant! The way she was bouncing ever so slightly on her toes just caused my spear to become a diamond spear. If only the rest of my body reacted to this the way mini-me did, I'd have my phone back in no time. “Talk about boring.” Vivi sighed as she continued placing scissors to my life-thread and playing with my phone. “I just wish Abbi was here so she could debunk her theory that you're innocent and 'just another teenager'. She'd know all the places to look for dirty secrets. I'm betting that I'm holding a goldmine of pervy things in my hands and just don't know it yet. Too bad she's in the can.” Was she toying with me? Did she really want me to bare my soul to her that badly? “Hey, maybe Abigail's right? Why do you think I'm hiding stuff from you, my childhood sweetheart?” I quickly asked. Thinking back on it, that was a rather corny line so it's no wonder she worked me out shortly after that. “Flattery will get you nowhere.” She answered. Her blush betrayed her words, though. Her bouncing had turned more into a shuffle now. Was she…? “Oh, hey, I've yet to check internet bookmarks and search results!” NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Anything but them! She must have caught on to my reaction from stating that. I was probably sweating more than a fat man in a sauna. Soon after giving the orders for execution, she opened up the internet app and showed me the home tab. “Something on this, then?” She asked innocently. Her malicious smile said otherwise.
  5. I think the canon intentional wetting that Summer has in episode 204 of Rick & Morty should be appreciated and expanded upon. And since no one else has done so, I took up the challenge. Mostly just manipulated screenshots but I'm really happy with the end result.
  6. In episode 204 Summer states without shame that she peed her pants to her family the minute they got stuck. So I took an existing screengrab and edited it to give it a more graphic feel of what that minute really was like. So from the dimension without Standards & Practices, here's Summer letting her bladder do the work.
  7. In highschool I had a friend named Ellen. She was this petite half-asian girl with flowing black hair that was long enough for her to accidentally sit on. We had been best friends for seven years, and I had been hopelessly in love with her for six. I'll spare the confusing details of our relationship, but when you have two best friends with aspergers and one is in love with the other it's a recipe for awkwardness that serves more than two. It was early august in new york. If you're living by the NYC public school calendar and want to swim in the ocean without hypothermia, this was the one time of the year it's possible. The two of us decided to have a beach day before the summer ended, and since it's the only one you can get to by the subway, coney island was the beach of choice. The details of our time there weren't all that important, though thinking back it may have been the first time I ever ate a hot dog. One thing I remember in the foggy blur of bottle cap-riddled sands, foamy waves and rigged carnival games was her outfit. While far from unattractive, Ellen wouldn't even begin to consider wearing a bikini to the beach, probably because at the time her body had not yet gone from cute to hot. She wore this dark blue swimsuit with a white stripe down the left side. she had a green teeshirt over it and had on one of those loose beach dresses that tied on at the side. She took the latter two off when we went swimming but she decided not to put the shirt back on when we went onto the boardwalk. Before we left we headed off to the bathrooms, a needed step considering it was an hour long train ride. Seeing as it was the peak hour in the busiest beach in the city, it would come as no shock that the line to the women's room was enormous. Neither of us could see the end of the line so she decided to just hold it and we got onto the subway. It was still pretty early in the day, so few people were leaving the beach at the time. We decided to leave then because it's hard work maintaining a Suzanne Collins underlander complexion. As fate would have it, we were the only ones of the F train as it left the station, and it stayed that way for almost the whole trip. It was only ten minutes before Ellen started rocking back and forth in her seat. I asked her what was wrong, even though I already knew the answer, and she hissed in a distressed voice that she needed to pee. "Oh," I said, not really sure how to phrase it without seeming weird. "Uh, well nobody's really here except for us. You could just pee over there..." I pointed to the pole in the middle of the car, "I don't really mind if it's that bad." "I don't know" she whined through clenched teeth, and started holding herself pretty obviously. I tried not to press the issue, because it looked like either way I was going to get my wish. "Could you do me a HUGE favor, please?" she whined a few minutes later. I opened my mouth to speak but before I could say anything she blurted out. "Can you just hold on for me for a second, PLEASE? I can't hold on anymore and need to take this dress off so it doesn't get wet. Please, this is a free pass." I sat there dumbfounded for few seconds before she squeaked "Please!" She took her hands away and I tightly cupped her pussy in my shaking hands. Immediately she clamped her thighs down on my hands and started tugging at the knot that held her beach dress on. There was pain in her voice as she squealed her mantra of "Come on, come on, come on..." In the twenty or so seconds it took her to undo the knot I felt a fingerprint-sized patch of fabric grow hot. Eventually the knot came undone and her forearm banged against mine as she tried to swipe away the front of her dress so it didn't fall under her when she let go. I felt a long spurt that spread all the way to her butt and actually leaked onto the back of my hand. She stood up and yelled "come on" as she unclenched her thighs so I could let go, but I hesitated a moment. Whether it was because of stupidity or some subconscious reaction Ill never know. Suddenly the train car jolted and she lost control. four streams of bright yellow urine poured out between my fingers, and two more ran down her legs, all forming a three foot pool around her feet. She had tears in her eyes as she moaned "oh god." I pulled my hands away, more out of panic than anything else. She squatted down, legs apart, and the streams pouring between her legs merged into a sheet as they ran down her butt. After a minute or so the stream stopped and she stood up. Her dress had gotten partially soaked in the puddle, but it started at one edges and could be passed off as sea water. She picked it up off the floor and let it drip a moment before she walked to the far end of the car. She didn't ask me to look away, why I never knew, but when she got there I saw her pull the crotch of her suit aside, give one last squirt, and then wiped her pussy on a dry part of the dress As far as beach trips go, I think it was pretty enjoyable. What would you say?
  8. OmoCommando

    Commando's Summer Omorashi

    It's been a while since I posted some fresh drawings so here: This is themed for the end of summer. Female: Male: Loli + Shota:
  9. Imouto Bouquet

    How to rehabilitate a Perv-Dog Part 2

    “Look, I'm sorry for everything, okay? Please just put my phone back!” I pleaded her once more. “Very suspicious….” Vivi smiled once more. “Okay, I'll start by typing the letter 'P' into the search-bar.” I've never hated a letter so much in my life before. As expected, an adult website pops up first on the 'auto-complete' list. 'The Hub', as it was commonly referred to by the male population of the school. I really should stop using my phone for those kinds of things… “One strike.” Vivi said to herself. She then began scrolling through the auto-complete results, adding a 'strike' for every website she didn't approve of. Just by scrolling for a few moments, she'd already added 7 strikes to this list. She then typed in a few more 'expected' phrases for the websites she was looking for. When she came across one dedicated to G-sized boobies, she added on five strikes just for that one and even went as far as to slap me in the face! After five minutes of searching, but it felt like an eternity for me, I'd accumulated a grand total of 58 strikes. If this was baseball, nearly twenty people would be out. Abigail had came back during the searching and, in all her innocence, asked why Vivi was looking through my phone. Of course, she gave it away right away by flashing her some search results and both of them turned beet-red after accidentally clicking on a result. I was blamed for it, of course, and had another five strikes added to me, totaling at 63 now. “Please, tell me someone else used your phone for these.” Abigail pleaded. “You can't be that bad, can you?” “I'd like to say someone else did, but...” I answered. “You did.” Vivi finished for me. “I know you don't let anybody else touch your phone.” Abigail just refused to look at me or the phone then and went off on her own. And so, on that fateful July afternoon, my entire life was ruined by falling asleep at the beach. Abigail must have thought I was an unredeemable pervert and Vivi probably hated me as well. Eventually, the biggest problem occurred when Vivi typed in something else, hoping to find the 'pettanko' search-phrase which was listed in some of the earlier results. After typing in the first two letters, my deepest, darkest secret fixation was revealed, I could see it there, in black and white, the fateful term….and then everything went black for a moment as I felt a flip-flop get thrown into my face (despite being made of soft materials, they actually really, REALLY hurt when thrown) and heard Vivi scream as loudly as humanely possible. “PERRRRRRRRRRRVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT!” The rest of the beach-goers turned in the direction of Vivi at this exclamation and I could feel tens of thousands of eyes burning into my very soul… When my vision returned, for the briefest moment before a bucket got put over my head, I saw what looked like a drip-trail on the sand where Vivi was previously crouching. At that moment in time, I put it down to water residue from the projectile flip-flop. She probably stood on the beach front a little while before using her shoe as a javelin. With not much else to do, and a pounding headache from an ultra-sonic scream and a flip-flop, I decided to sleep again. I probably only slept for around twenty minutes before light returned to my vision and I saw both Vivi and Abigail staring down at me. They'd kicked the bucket off my face, it seemed. “Dad's on his way now to take you back to the pound where you belong, perv.” Vivi coldly stated. “Any last words to your manhood before it gets cut off?” My future children, I've failed you…. “This must be a mistake, right? You don't really prefer girls with cat-ears and tails over normal girls, do you?” Abigail quietly asked me. Poor girl's in denial… “U-um, if you do...where can I...no, never mind!” “Please tell me this is a cruel joke, Vivi. He's not really going to come back, is he?” I begged her, pushing aside Abigail's partially finished question. “That was a joke...” Vivi replied. I'm safe! “Wish I could say the same about your perversion.” Vivi finished, her words like knives in my tingly body. I tried to sit up to increase the blood-flow to my brain to BS my way out of this mess and found that I could move again! I'm not buried any more! Sweet freedom. “Nice of you to bring me back to the world of the mobile.” I tired to change the subject. “No good saying that. I want an explanation!” Vivi answered. She wasn't buying the deterrence. “You've just corrupted our innocent minds with your perverted ways. What do you have to say for yourself?!” Despite the anger in her voice, Vivi looked more upset than angry, like I'd betrayed her. I guess what happened could be called 'Betrayal'. Abigail was mumbling some nonsensical things to herself which vaguely related to the things she'd seen on my phone. I've probably traumatised her… “Not really much I can say...” I stated. That's true. I was up the creek without a paddle. “...Sorry?” “Not going to cut it.” Vivi icily replied. “You need to repent and cease your perverted ways before even coming close to our forgiveness!” “If that's what it'll take to be able to sow my wild oats without them landing in barren soil, then I'll be willing to do anything!” I quickly answered. I could have chosen my reasoning better, I guess. However, Vivi didn't seem to take the first half of my answer as being valid. “Your rehabilitation begins now.” Vivi finished. “I want you to take your phone back and delete all the porno bookmarks you've got saved on there. I want to see you do it so I can validate this stage of your repentance.” This was going to be painful… I pushed myself to my feet and went over to Vivi to reclaim the cause of this hell. Now I was at my full height again, and the haze of sleep and the residual shoe-to-the-face pain had faded, I noticed something a little off about Vivi's behaviour. She was standing with her legs crossed. How could that possibly be comfortable in Flip-flops on sand? Wanting to get this over with as soon as possible, I ignored what my brain was telling me and took my phone back, opened up the internet and deleted all the bookmarks, leaving just the basics on there. Goodbye, three years of internet searching… “Good. Now, phase two starts.” Vivi informed me. “Just for reference, how many phases are there and how long will I have to do all of this 'redemption' stuff?” I asked her. “There are as many phases as I want there to be, and you'll be doing it until we both believe that you're no longer a giant perv-dog.” I had a feeling this summer break was going to drag on for eternity… Not wanting to bore you with pointless details, the 'redemption' Vivi was talking about took the best part of the rest of the time at the beach. Both Abigail and Vivi thought up tasks for me to do and punished me like I was a misbehaving dog when I went against their standards. The punishments ranged from flicks to the head all the way to a flip-flop javelin to the face when I eyed up a rather well endowed beach-goer. Basically, I could only look at them and I was their slave for the rest of the day at the beach. Abigail was possibly the best mistress a slave could ask for. She didn't order me to do anything too out of the ordinary and was also very lenient with the punishments. I wouldn't mind being her 'Butler', as she called me, for the rest of my life. Vivi, on the other hand, was the exact opposite. She was using her flip-flop javelin quite a bit and, in truth, she was the only one physically punishing me. I didn't really mind, though, because it was her doing it to me. The No. 1 girl on 'the list'. Also, on a slightly related note, I may be classed as a softcore masochist, so it actually was quite enjoyable being punished by her. We stayed on the beach for around two hours more and it was now coming up to late afternoon-early evening. Strangely, Vivi was going nowhere near the sea and was also staying moving as much as she could. She wasn't standing still at all. Even when she was seated, she was still bouncing around a little, even more so than earlier, and took on a range on uncomfortable sitting positions. I knew it. She still has that 'problem'. I felt a little bad for not noticing until now. I knew it was strange that she hadn't left this section of the beach even once. Why didn't she tell me? We could have called it a day and she wouldn't have had to subject herself to this for as long as she had. I made sure that Abigail wasn't near us when I went over to Vivi to voice my concerns. Poor girl was practically dancing on her seat right now with her hands clamped on her lap. “Why didn't you tell me?” I asked her, genuine concern in my voice. “Tell you...what?” She asked, feigning innocence. “Don't try and hide it, you're a walking textbook of 'I'm hiding something rather badly'.” Vivi just sighed and looked at the floor, still squirming on her seat. “Because….” She answered. “I didn't want to ruin our day at the beach due to my own weakness.” It was useless trying to convince her with words. She's as stubborn as can be when she sets her mind on something. Time for action. “Sorry in advance.” I inform her. “What do you...HEY! Put me down!” Vivi tried to argue as I picked her up and held her in a princess carry. This was turning into a cliched romance moment. The love interest, sweeping the maiden off her feet and holding her like a princess! How over the top can you get? However, I doubt the love interest gets a few punches to the chest and a two-second dousing. I must have surprised her quite a bit. The punching soon stopped and Vivi's hands returned to their vice grip over her privates. “Stop struggling. You need to keep all your focus to prevent giving me a golden shower and embarrassing yourself even more.” I sighed to her as I headed towards the toilets. Vivi was silent. I guess it took all her concentration keeping an estimated six-hours of neglect in check. Why hadn't I remembered sooner? After a rather hasty march to the toilets, I was about to set Vivi down on the floor when she finally piped up. “No...please...” Vivi quietly begged. I was unsure whether she was referring to me putting her down or was warning me of an inevitable flooding. “Not in there….” “If you can't walk, I doubt I can carry you into the Guy's toilets without pulling a few strange looks.” I answered. “It's too embarrassing...” “So you still haven't got over it yet?” Vivi always had an aversion to using public toilets even since she was in elementary school. I don't know if there was any real traumatising reason behind it because, frankly, I never asked. All I put it down to was her own shyness. While she may seem like a rather outgoing, confident individual, that's only in her friendship groups. When she's with people she doesn't know, she's a completely different person. She's silent and keeps herself to herself and tries her best to not make eye contact with anyone. I could feel her trembling in my arms. Whether that was out of fear or exertion, I didn't really care. All I wanted to do was prevent her from embarrassing herself by not making it. “Where else can you go if you don't want to go in there?” I asked her as a last ditch effort of prevention. “...changing cubicle...” She answered, her voice no more than a whisper. While it was a little odd and, honestly, rather unsanitary, it was better than the only other alternative. Wasting no time, I hurried over to the changing cubicles, which were, in fact, small sheds. I had no idea why they made them so big. “Hurry...” Vivi pleaded as I felt something wet trickle down my right arm, which was supporting her lower half. Just great...Why was I such a pervert?! Tent pitching-active. If I didn't know her better, I would have assumed that she'd done all of this for my pleasure. Remember the search results earlier? The 'pe-' result which Vivi began searching showed up my 'darkest secret', which was the fact that I, strangely, get very turned on by cute girls in the predicament that Vivi's currently in. That's right. A pee fetish… I'm a whole 'nother level of pervert. Vivi was well within her rights to 'punish' me. However, despite what the mini-me was begging me to do, Vivi's health and happiness comes before my own. Getting my second wind (for more reasons than one), I spurred us along at rapid pace towards the nearest open changing cubicle and latched the door behind us before setting Vivi down on the floor and starting to head out. She'd leaked a good few more times when I rapidly increased pace so my right arm was now noticeably wet and the once red-and-white striped bikini bottoms Vivi had on now had a golf-ball sized yellow wet patch on them. “...don't go...” I heard Vivi request as I reached a hand towards the door. “But-” I tried to answer. “Come back….” Vivi cut me off. Slightly bemused, I headed over to the trembling, hunched-over Vivi. When I was no more than a few feet away, she quickly turned towards me and dived on me rather suddenly, knocking me to the floor. I was now awkwardly lying on the floor, with Vivi's wet womanhood over my, now diamond, Gungnir. Before my brain could process just what had happened, I felt a torrent of warm fluid gush over my rock-solid mini-me. Did she really just pee all over my tackle?! Before I could savour the moment, the hissing of Vivi's waterfall was accompanied by sobbing. All of the pleasure I was feeling was soon replaced by concern and, also, self-loathing. If only I'd noticed sooner….If I'd had just stopped being a perv and actually paid attention to those around me, this could have been prevented. I'm such an idiot… A perverted, oblivious, hormone driven, fucking IDIOT! Unsure of what to do, I pushed myself upright and hugged the distraught girl in front of me tightly, uncaring of what mess she was making of my shorts. Mini-me must have read the moment better as it went right down. Her body just felt so right in my arms, like it was made for the very purpose of being held by me. “I'm so sorry. If I'd have just...” I tried to apologise before Vivi cut in. “It's not your fault.” She answered between sobs. “But it is. If I'd have just been less of a pervert I would have noticed the signs sooner.” “I should have spoke up.” We could play the blame game all day and get nowhere. “Regardless, what's happened has happened. And there's nothing we can do to change that.” I finished as I held her even tighter, squeezing away all her pain, suffering and embarrassment. I even went as far as to kiss her cheek. She definitely wasn't herself at present, as expected, as she just pulled me closer as well. “..sorry, for everything.” Vivi suddenly said as the torrent from her trickled down to a few drips. I was now sitting in a rather large puddle of sodden sand. “Why are you apologising?” “All I've done today is call you a perv and boss you around. And now...and now, here you are, trying your best to comfort me, in your own awkward way.” Okay, this was a side of Vivi I wasn't used to. “Sure, you're perverted but….” “But what?” “You're also...very sweet.” Vivi kissed me on the cheek rather suddenly. This was getting too heated for me right now. We stayed in our embrace for a while longer. I refused to let her go until I was certain that she'd calmed down. I didn't care that I was sitting in a puddle of pee with sodden shorts. I could have stayed like this for the rest of the day if it had taken that to clam her down. Eventually, Vivi broke the silence. “Um, do you think you could let me go now?” She asked. “I kind of want to get out of this puddle and, if we stay in her for too long, people might get the wrong idea.” That's the last thing I wanted to add to the already problematic day I've had. I let her go and she stood up and headed to the door. It was me who stopped her this time. “Hang on a moment, I'll bring my jacket here and you can tie that around your waist to hide the...you know...” I quickly told Vivi. I looked down to survey the damage on both of our swimwear. The bottom of Vivi's bikini bottoms were now a pale yellow colour and still dripping slightly from the six-hour stemmed torrent that had just burst forth from her dams. They also glistened in the light seeping through the cracks of the shed. My shorts, on the other hand, were sodden, but black, anyway, so it didn't really show up that much. If I hurried along to the sea before heading back to the beach proper, I could pass it off as sea water. However, the yellow stain on Vivi's would never be passed off as anything but pee. There was a huge puddle of sodden sand on the ground where the event happened which would certainly startle the next person who used this cubicle. I guess Vivi had returned to her old self again. “Perv-dog.” She quietly chuckled. “But, you're not just any perv-dog, you're my perv-dog. And I won't have it any other way.” Great, I'm an owned perverted dog now. Thankfully, I managed to carry out my plan without a hitch and Vivi soon managed to wash away the worst of the staining, and the smell, before we began to head home. We'd need to throw both of our swimwear in the wash as soon as we get back before they get irreversibly damaged. It's times like this that I love Abigail's obliviousness as she wasn't even the slightest bit suspicious of anything that was going on and we managed to pass it all off as a 'near miss' for Vivi. Lying never felt so rewarding. All in all, today was eventful, to say the least and I got a lot of material to replace my losses. This material won't be getting deleted any time soon. However, I couldn't help but think that… ...this was going to feel like the longest summer break I've ever experienced.