Brenman 343 Posted November 15, 2021 Popular Post Share Posted November 15, 2021 Part 1 Cousin Shirley So this is the story of my wonderful cousin Shirley and our agreed upon challenge to hold in her pee to unbearable lengths. Shirley was born a beautiful blonde girl to a household of mostly men. Her parents had had four sons before Shirley was born, and the household subsequently featured a noticeably masculine atmosphere featuring the camouflages, the hunting rifles, the fishing rods, the budweiser beer signs glowing at lighting fixtures in the hallway, just about all of the usual set dressing that comes with the majority of the households at Blythe County West Virginia. Whether by nature or by nurture, a debate that occurred on many less than serious dinner table sessions and drunken nights around the bonfire with family, Shirley emerged as a bit of a tomboy at a very early age. Nowhere to be found in little Shirley’s room were the Barbies, the princesses, the frilly pink dresses and the pink play cars of most little girls in the area she was from, instead, Shirley’s room was decked out in much the same manner as the rest of the house, camouflage, a steel guitar mounted on a wall beside a meatloaf poster (her father’s touch to her room), G.I. Joe dolls, fishing boots in the closet, but where was Shirley to be found in this oddly masculine room? Nowhere to be found. Shirley was out hunting and fishing with the boys. Shirley was raised with a tough-as-nails, country girl demeanor, accompanied with the typical Southern, West Virginia accent of Blythe County. Though my mother had originally come from this same area, we moved up to New England years ago and I therefore had so little connection to the culture of West Virginia, that I often had to stifle a laugh when someone with an especially thick accent would let out a, “Well, Shucks!” a “Golleee!” or a classic, “Would you shut your pie-hole?!”. The whole thing was a bit of a carnival, visiting West Virginia, and I always viewed the place with a sort of detached, but not malicious, humor and amusement. We’d attend a family reunion of some sort or another down in West Virginia every two or three years or so, and one of the unexpected consequences of these frequent visits was that I was treated to a fast track phantasmagoria of Shirley growing up through all of the awkward stages of childhood and adolescence, culminating finally in the gorgeous, and surprisingly, gorgeously feminine, young woman that she was turning out to be. I want to be clear here, this isn’t to suggest that Shirley had taken to wearing lacey plaid dresses, women’s sweaters and ribbons in her hair, her outward fashion sense was still as masculine and “redneck” as ever, but boy oh boy had this girl’s physique changed and developed over the years. At the ripe young age of 19, Shirley now had flowing blonde hair that reached past her shoulders when down, but she dutifully kept her hair tied tightly behind her head in a taut bun, military style. She had large round breasts, which she almost never showed off, kept hidden behind large, baggy, plaid flannel shirts, keeping with her “mountain girl” style, which often flowed behind her, covering her gorgeous ass which she often kept tightly encased in camouflage-patterned leggings, painted onto Shirley’s round derriere, stopping just above her knees on both legs. Long thick wool socks and hiking boots were her typical footwear of choice, in line with her exorbitant routine of physical activity. Yes sir, Shirley had grown into a fine young woman, passing through puberty with ridiculous abundance. Gone was the nearly androgynous looking tomboy of a child she once was. Now Shirley had much more of a camoed out Jessica Simpson look. Large round breasts and a ridiculously toned body developed not from hours on the treadmill like most by-attending girls in her highschool, but instead from rigorous, outdoor survivalist-type activities, always much more intense and extreme even than most of the guy’s workouts of the young men she knew. Whereas most girls were happy to show off tamed thighs built strong from treadmill and elliptical sessions, Shirley’s mountain climbing workouts had the advantage of verticality, and the result was Shirley’s sublimely round, gorgeous toned, mouthwatering ass, a large, beautiful ass like Kelsi Monroe’s infamously round ass, and Shirley had another advantage over the other local girls, Shirley didn’t wear skirts, instead, her ass was displayed in tight shorts and tight leggings on a nearly constant basis as she trounced to and fro down the highschool locker hallways. Guys always drooled over the Shirley’s butt on the days when she donned her camouflage legging shorts, the green pattern waving and sashaying on her gorgeously tight butt-cheeks as she walked down the halls, an ass of the woods, the camouflage pattern suggested, the ass of a girl in a secret woodsy cabin you might luckily stumble upon on a hunting excursion, the ass of a fantasy redneck country girl these guys would happily “wifey-up” with if only they could get a date with her, the ass of a mystical “woman of the wood”, nature’s booty, walking away on this ridiculously sexy, hunter barbie doll with the great big Jessica Simpson smile and mane of blonde hair. Many boys relished the opportunity to walk behind Shirley as she descended a flight of stairs, drinking in the view of her delicious butt from below as her taut legs and sweet ass climbed upwards just feet before their eyes. Shirley knew she attracted looks, but couldn’t care less, always the tough girl, and almost never the flirt. Plenty of “Shirley you'll give me you’re number, right?”s and “Shirley I can take you out for sweet tea”s came Shirley’s way from the awkward teen boys of her neighborhood and school on a fairly constant basis. “That joke stopped being funny with Airplane” Shirley would retort. So then, to go ahead and address some questions that may be haunting you, dear reader, was I attracted to my sexy cousin Shirley? Well, yes, I “Shirley” was. Did I feel conflicted about this attraction? The answer is also yes, for as taboo as this attraction seemed to me at the time, and still does now, all I can say is that if you ever had any family member that looked like Shirley, well then maybe, just maybe, you might understand, and might even have some fetishistic attraction and relatability to this very story right now, for after all, why else would you continue reading? You don’t have to answer that, if you don't want to, dear reader… Our family had long had a tradition of renting a campground spot for our family reunions, they were always cheaper, and arguably more fun than your typical long distance road trip full of hotel rooms and expensive dinners. We were into the great outdoors, and pointless though it may have seemed to some, we nearly always rented a campground spot in the State of West Virginia itself, as though we were on a mission to try all them “right here at home” before allowing ourselves to move on to a different state with different spots. I never minded much, as it was always a novelty to me, being anywhere in West Virginia at all, in that we were coming from up north and out of state every time. This particular family reunion was a bit different however, as it seemed that with the advent and proliferation of “Air BnB”, all of the “adults” (my parents’ generation), had reached an age, or a level of money and the ensuing level of comfort, to now prefer renting a house near the campground while they allowed all of “us kids” to do the camping in the wilderness all on our own now. This prospect didn’t much bother us, as it meant that we could likely be freer and looser out in the woods, could smoke weed and talk about raunchy topics, could drink and laugh and carouse and be free of judgement out in the woods, and it also meant that we’d now have a secure, locked location in which to store some of our more valuable belongings if we so chose. We’d been driving on the road all day long, since early that morning when we left New England, and had reached West Virginia and were close to the campground, but had been lost on thin woodsy Appalachian mountain roads for the past half an hour now, and to top it all off, my mom had been complaining about “needing the ladies room” with increasing frequency while my dad looked just stared ahead stupefied as he drove. Where was the campsite? This campground was new to us, and it had a reputation of being “gloriously lost in the hollows” and “hard to get to”. This proved to be an understatement to my father, and his frustration as the car wound around the twisting mountain roads was almost as palpable as my mother’s increasing need to pee, which she reluctantly displayed by shifting constantly in her seat, resulting in annoying squeaky sounds on the seat’s leather upholstery, tapping her fingers quickly on her thighs below her denim mom-shorts, letting out loud sighs of frustration, accompanied by utterances such as, “Goddd, all that sweet tea. Im about to blast off…” as she fanned her thighs in and out, or, “What? do people never pee around here?” “Ugghhh, I really need the restroom, John.” (my dad), or, perhaps my favorite moment, as she all but intentionally gave my dad a big round of applause with the loud slapping sounds of her clapping thighs, my dad finally asks, “Do you wanna pee in the woods, Susan?” at which my mom quickly grabbed her crotch with a tight squeeze, uttering a frantic sounding, “Oh, please don’t say pee right now.” She held herself for a precious two seconds through her shorts before removing her hand, gripping the seat beside her tightly, while the males in the car just ignored her desperate need. Wow, my mom really needs to piss, I thought to myself. If only she were a stranger this might actually be hot, though with it being my mother, a slim, attractive woman in her forties though she was, it was hard to see this scenario in much of a very “sexy” way at all, but if interested in a visual representation of my mother, lets just say she strongly resembled actress Kathryn Hann, a comparison she often gets, and on this day as we drove through the woods, she donned a cotton white button down short sleeved shirt, denim “mom-shorts”, and a very worried looking facial expression and fidgety composure that screamed “I need to PISS and I just can’t hide it.” My dad pulled the car to a slow stop when we reached a large wooden sign finally, painted with arrows of differing directions, presumably indicating areas of the campground we were looking for. As my dad squinted throughout he windshield for a long moment, my mom squeezed her denim-clad crotch tightly once more and held herself for several seconds. “Ohhhhhh, God, I need to pee, John!” she quickly turned back to me in the back seat. “Do you need to pee, Alex?!” before I could answer (and what would it matter?) she turned back to my dad, gripping his sleeve, “I need to pee so badly, John.” “Calm down, Susan, we’re clearly nearly there, and they said they'd be out here waiting to meet us!” my dad replied with annoyance to his desperate-to-pee wife. “They’re not here! I need to go somewhere.” and here, my mom actually unbuckled her seatbelt and reached for her car door handle, as if to open her door, however, my dad was already turning the car down the road saying, “Hornton Campground, this way.” as the car again began careening down the thin, woodsy, dirt road. HONK!!! A loud car honk had us all jolt to the right with sudden surprise, my mother letting out a loud, “Oh!” as she grabbed her crotch tightly for a couple of seconds. We all turned and saw, parked in a little removed nook in the woodsy road, Uncle Ronnie and Aunt Linda sitting in the front seat of their mini van, wearing funny looking costumes. Costumes you might be asking? Yes, for reasons which I was to learn of several minutes later, Ronnie and Linda decided to mark their new retirement as a pleasant chapter of their lives that came with a much more relaxed, goofy, youthful playfulness that extended all the way to dressing up like Wizard of Oz characters, it here being Scarecrow and Dorothy. My aunt Linda, my mom’s sister, strongly resembled actress Angie Harmon, but with dark red hair as opposed to dark brown. Today she had her hair in long braids like Dorothy from Wizard of Oz, and was wearing Dorothy’s classic blue-plaid farm girl dress. Linda looked annoyed to the point of near anger as we pulled up however, very out-of-character with Dorothy’s usual, farm girl beatific charm, as written by the great L. Frank Baum. Her husband, my uncle Ronnie, as I was to learn later, had felt that when Linda did her braids that morning, unbeknownst to her, she’d resembled Dorothy from Wizard of Oz, and he had then taken it upon himself to insist that he and his wife “be young again” and lean into the silly visual comparison, and that they’d actually gone out to GoodWill and Savers all morning as well as Party City, before departing on the two hour drive out to meet us near the campground and rental house. Ronnie was made up and dressed up as a ridiculous looking scarecrow, beside his Dorothy-looking wife in the front seat of their mini van. This vehicle had two more rows of seats behind them, where I saw my cousin Shirley, as well has her friend Sarah, her boyfriend Mark, and another girl about our age (Shirley was 19, I was 21) that I hadn’t met before, with very short hair, wearing a hokey looking cowboy hat and old western-cowboy looking vest. Shirley’s brothers were absent of course, as they'd all left home for their military careers. As my aunt Linda (my mom’s sister) lowered her window, sitting passenger in the front seat beside Ronnie at the wheel, my dad smiled a big, boisterous smile seeing their ridiculous Wizard of Oz costumes. His joyful mood was quickly interrupted by Linda however, as she immediately and frantically exclaimed, looking extremely distressed, “Where have you guy been?! We’ve been waiting here more than an hour and I need to pee like a goddamn racehorse!” “Oh my god, please don’t say pee, sister, you have no idea!” My mom exclaimed with a laugh from the front seat. “What, Susie needs to pee too!?” Ronnie asked with a big, amused looking smile from behind the wheel. “Oh you know women, Ron, theres always gotta be something to complain about.” my dad replied, as my mom slapped him on the arm. “Can we just get to the house?!” Linda exclaimed in annoyance to her husband. Ronnie put the mini-van into drive and began to drive the vehicle forward. “Ill just follow you” my dad said, before following suit. And as we followed their car through the woodsy campground, my dad said to my mom, “See, you’re not alone, both you Harris (my mom’s maiden name) girls need the ladies room. Is that any consolation?” “Just please hurry, John.” my mother whimpered frantically underneath the loud clapping sound of her thighs slapping against each other, looking like a swiftly-chopping pair of scissors, and her knuckles turned white gripping the hanging handle from the car’s roof beside her head, as she whimpered a quiet, muffled, “Ohhh I’m gonna peeeee…” between strained breathing through clenched teeth. All around us, various different families and campers were setting up tents to and fro, retrieving coolers and picnic blankets from the trunks of their cars, fishing rods, charcoal, beers, all sorts of jolly, in-the-woods items of intrigue, activity and glee. As we drove, my mom’s legs kept slapping against each other, but she seemed determined not to hold herself like a little girl, being a woman of forty-six years of age now. Still, she looked like she were right on the verge of pissing her denim shorts, and the clapping sound of her thighs was so loud you’d think even the people outside could hear my mother’s thigh-applause. “Oh goddd, I’m gonna pee. I’m about to pee, John.” she said to her husband. Just then, following Ronnie and Linda’s mini van in front of us, the road turned out of the woods completely as we came upon the big lake that was featured as being part of the campground. The lake also featured several lakeside houses, big, nice, two-story rentals that were clearly developed as a summer-tourist money making scheme, much to the happiness and convenience of retirees, even early retirees like Ronnie and Linda, as one of these lakeside houses was clearly the property we were renting for this little family vacation. Upper-middle class looking families in khakis and pastel polos were bringing in their luggage to their respective homes, there were young people tossing back a frisbee in the front lawns of one of the houses, people drinking beers looking out over the glorious lake view, happy families enjoying summer sojourns by the lake, everywhere. Finally, Ron’s van pulled into one of the driveways and my mother nearly flew out of the car as the vehicles pulled to a stop. “Oh my god, is this the house?!” she asked, as without waiting for a reply, she ran up the wooden stairs to the front door of the house. Linda shot out of the mini van and followed suit. My mother, stepping from foot to foot frantically in her flip flops on the front porch of the house, gripped the doorknob and stamped her foot in frustration finding it obviously locked. She turned back to us. “Who has the key?!” she whimpered loudly. Linda meanwhile, I’d noticed, was actually squeezing her crotch through her little blue-plaid Dorothy dress, the hemline of her dress being short enough to show off the back of Linda’s long tanned thighs, almost short enough to catch a glimpse of my aunt’s infamously taut (she worked out a lot) behind. Linda was also stepping back and forth from foot to foot as she let out frustrated sighs, her Dorothy braids waving in the wind as she stepped in circles on the front porch. Linda spent lots of time suntanning these days and was quite the fox for her age. Two sexy sisters in their mid forties, a Kathryn Hann lookalike and an Angie Harmon dressed as a slutty looking Dorothy from Wizard of Oz, both huffing and puffing and walking in circles, yearning to get inside the house and empty their overly full bladders. Shirley got out of the van next, looking more gorgeous than I’d ever seen her. She sported a plaid flannel shirt like usual, but she’d tied the lower half of the shirt behind her, exposing her gorgeously tanned midriff, her belly button winking, and she’d also rolled up the sleeves of her shirt in the warm, summery air, showing off tanned forearms from weeks outside in the sunny summer haze. She had on her usual camouflage-legging-shorts, tight as ever on her muscular thighs. “Good to see you cousin!” Shirley said to me with her Southern accent and her great big Jessica Simpson toothy smile, before embracing me tightly in a hug, smashing her breasts against me through our shirts. “Alex! Good to see you, partner!” said Mark, Shirley’s friends’ long time friend, and boyfriend of her friend Sarah, as he stepped out of the mini van. “Hey man!” I said with a smile back to him. “You remember Sarah and Mark, of course. This is my friend Maxine.” Shirley said, gesturing to a pretty girl in a campy, 50s western style cowboy hat as Maxine, as it were, stepped around the mini van from the other side with a smile and extended a hand to shake mine. Maxine, one would have thought, also donned a costume that day, and boy did she look as silly as the Scarecrow and Dorothy. Maxine had a pretty smile, and a very short, boyish haircut underneath her big white, almost cartoonish-looking, cowboy hat. She wore a glittery white and blue cowgirl vest, if you will, and tiny little sequined turquoise short shorts that barely covered her long, thin, pale legs, all leading down to big, flashy, white cowboy boots. She later explained to me that she was trying to look like Cyndi Wood, and in particular her appearance in Apocalypse Now, in the infamous sequence of the film wherein Cyndi Wood, and two other playboy playmates, were flown in in helicopters in sexy little outfits for the entertainment of the Vietnam war soldiers. Other than Maxine wearing a vest rather than Cyndi Wood’s bikini top, the resemblance was uncanny. Maxine’s vest showed off her stomach and I had to admire her thin waist and long legs in her sexy, flashy little shorts. “Well, howdy, cowgirl!” I said to Maxine, taking her hand in mine, greeting her for the first time. She took my hand and pulled me in close for a hug, and I couldn’t help but admire just how soft and smooth this young girls’ skin was as I caressed her back, just below her little cowgirl vest, while we hugged. “Howdy! I know, right?” Maxine said, motioning over herself, admiring her own get-up. “Maxine’s my friend from DC, and when she heard we were gonna be roughing it out in the woods of West Virginia, she said she was gonna get a cowgirl outfit to…” here Shirley did air-quotes “play the part” with us out in the woods!” Shirley laughed, saying this. “Well I’ve never been to the South!” Maxine said, doing a little cowboy dance in her ridiculous looking outfit. “My parents are film buffs, and this is my mom’s old esoteric Halloween costume that nobody ever got! She’d explain time and time again, I’m Cyndi Wood from Apocalypse Now!” “Love that movie.” I said. “Believe it or not, she decided to dress up like a southerner” Shirley gestured to Maxine. “or whatever this is, completely separately from them dressing up in their Wizard of Oz outifts.” Shirley said, motioning towards our parents. I turned and looked, my dad was hugging his brother in law, my Uncle Ronnie, dressed up in a whole scarecrow costume, head to toe, bellowing out a great big laugh in the driveway, while my mom and aunt Linda in her little Dorothy dress and braids, were frantically dancing a tight-stepped, desperate looking pee-dance on the wooden front porch of the house, just outside the front door, Linda openly clutching her crotch through her plaid blue Dorothy dress, while my mom urgently stepped from foot to foot clenching her hands in fists just beside her legs, clearly fighting hard against the urge to hold herself openly in front of all of us, never mind the neighbors. People were outside grilling on the lawn of the house just next to ours, only meters away, and had given us small waves as we’d pulled in the driveway earlier. Gone were all of the trees that could have been used for cover, there was no hiding in this sunny neighborhood, full of American citizens on their well earned summer vacations. “Where are the keys, Ron?!” Linda snapped at her husband. “They’re here somewhere in a little box is what the landlord said! It should be in plain sight somewhere!” uncle Ronnie replied from the driveway, looking around at the facade of the house. “Look!” I said, pointing. There was a little plastic box on the front of the house behind a chair on the porch down low, and the adults seemed to be unable to see it, so I ran ahead up the stairs of the porch, crouching down showing the little box. As I stepped onto the porch, Linda let go of her crotch and gave me a hug. “How you doing Linda?” I asked as I pulled away from her and crouched by the lock box, a little number pad attached to it at the top. “My teeth are floating in urine, that’s how I’m doing.” she said as she turned away from me and began walking in quick tight circles, unable to stand still for a second. “What’s the code?!” I hollered out. “There’s a number code to open the box!” “Code?” Ronnie said, pulling out his phone. “Here, let me check the text!” “Goddamn you, Ron! You said we could get right in!” snapped Linda. “Watch your tone, young ma’am!” Ron said, sarcastically. As I was crouched down beside the little lock box, I turned and was pleasantly surprised with the sight of aunt Linda’s tight sexy legs beneath the hemline of her shorts frilly dress, and because of my eye level and the way she was holding herself tightly through the dress, the hemline had ridden up even further, exposing the bottoms her her gloriously tanned butt cheeks as she stepped frantically around the porch. My mother meanwhile was standing in place moving her legs like she were on some sort of elliptical machine in a gym, and had taken to biting her forefinger tightly between clenched teeth and frustrated sounding sighs of desperation. “Here, let me call the landlord.” Ron said, bringing the phone up to his ear. “Oh my god!” Linda said, looking around the bright open, exposed neighborhood. “I really can't wait, I have to pee under the house.” Linda said, looking down at the the concrete pillars holding up the house and the narrow space beneath the house. As it was a lakeside foundation, the house was raised off of the ground several feet in case of flooding, I suppose. There was a small, dark, cavernous space beneath the house. “What are you talking about, pee under the house, Linda?” my mother asked in seeming annoyance, looking over to her sister who was now stepping quickly down the stairs. “Exactly what I said, theres nowhere else to go. Everyone can see us.” Linda said, motioning out to all of the various neighbors and lakeside campers in the distance around us. “And I have got to pee right now.” The rest of us young kids just watched in disbelief at the desperate antics of our mothers. “What’s the code, Ron?” my mom snapped at uncle Ronnie, still listening to the phone. He brought the phone down from his ear, saying, “No answer. We’ll have to wait. Honey, what are you doing?” Ron said, looking over to Linda walking around beside the staircase, holding herself through her dress as she eyeballed the space beneath the house’ raised foundation. “I need somewhere to pee, Ron, or I’m gonna piss myself. I need you to help me.” she said, turning to me with urgency clear in her eyes and tone of voice. “With what?” I asked. “Come down here.” she said, beckoning me quickly with one hand. I rushed down the stair over to her. “Honey, there’s snakes under there!” Ron yelled as he called the landlord again with his cell phone. “Oh my god” Linda said to me, stepping from foot to foot beside the house, looking at the space underneath. My mother, meanwhile had taken to holding herself with one hand, tightly through her shorts, while squatting down next to the lock box, waiting to enter the code. Mark, Sarah, Shirley and Maxine, meanwhile just watched nervously and speechlessly from the driveway, none of them quite knowing what to do or say. Ronnie just sighed in frustration as he brought the phone away from his ear again. “No answer.” he said. Linda was now holding herself underneath her dress, exposing her sexy, red lingerie panties beneath her fingers. “Look, aunt Linda, I’m sure we can ask the neighbors if you can use their toilet, you don’t have to pee under the house.” I said, feeling genuinely bad for my desperate, but sexy Aunt. “Just hold this dress and crouch in front of me, I can’t wait.” she said as she quickly forced my hand to grab the hemline of her Dorothy dress, and quickly exclaimed, “Squat down. Down here, Alex!” as she brought herself down to a squat, unable to wait for me to follow, her entire legs and red pantied crotch were on display as I held up her dress. I quickly kneeled down in front of her, doing my best at “covering” for her as I watched my Aunt Linda frantically grip her red thong and pull it several inches to the side of her tight, shaved little pussy and LET LOOSE an absolute TORRENT of urine onto the ground sending a volley of splashing little beadles of piss that I could feel splashing onto my exposed shins as I kneeled before her in shorts. Linda’s pussy was pissing a fierce volley of piss, clearly the result of holding it for several hours, and her face had a beatific look of relief mixed with agony. “Oh my godddddd, oh my goddddddd” Linda uttered between long sighs of relief as she peed and peed away, finally getting the relief she needed. Just then Ronnie’s phone rang. “Oh hey, here’s the landlord!” He answered, “Hello, yes, Im here and we just need the code to get into the lockbox for the key.” My mother meanwhile was watching him like a hawk, just waiting for the code. Linda was still pissing fiercely and noisily into the ground below her squatting figure. The others just shuffled around chuckling nervously with the awkwardness of the situation. “4 3 1 5!” uncle Ronnie finally called out to my mom. Linda meanwhile was just finishing up peeing by now, her vagina dribbling loosely. She shook herself dry, as dry as she could, before allowing her thong to snap back into place over her sexy milf pussy as she put her hands on my shoulders as the two of us stood up, finally. “Thank you, sorry for that.” she said with a sheepish smile and a final sigh of relief. “It’s okay, Linda.” I said, smiling to my pretty Aunt. My mom entered the code, and the key fell into her palm. She frantically stood up, stepping from foot to foot as her shaking hand struggled to get the key inside the lock. Finally she got it in, turned it, unlocked the door and quickly pushed it open. I stepped back up the stairs, Linda following behind me as my mother ran down the front hallway of the house, frantically opening doors, looking inside, a closet here, the kitchen there, where was the bathroom?! The others began to ascend the steps behind me as I entered the house, just as my mother located a restroom at the end of the hall. She shoved the door shut behind her so hard it bounced back open and I witnessed my mother pulling her shorts down to her ankles, exposing her big motherly bottom, before whipping around and planting herself firmly on the toilet seat, as she immediately began pissing fiercely and loudly into the water below. “Oh my god, please come and close the door, Alex! Come on!” my mother said to me with complete embarrassment, clearly not wanting to be seen peeing in front of all the others, her sister Linda’s display several minutes earlier notwithstanding. I quickly rushed over to the restroom, reached in and grabbed the doorknob as I helplessly got a good long look at my mother’s slightly hairy, beautifully pissing vagina. She self-consciously brought her thighs together to cover herself as I stepped inside the small restroom to pull the door closed. Her face was a mix of desperate relief and embarrassment as she pissed noisily into the water, directly in front of me, her son. I pulled the door shut and turned back just as the others were entering the house. “Oh my god, I’m so embarrassed, I really couldn’t hold it any longer.” Linda said with a sheepish smile to the others. Maxine and Shirley were admiring the interior of the foyer as I walked down the hall back over to them. “That would never happen to us guys, right John?” Ronnie said, giving my dad a small, playful “punch” on the arm. “We know how to keep our composure and manage ourselves.” he said, with glee. “Well, apparently you can’t even manage google maps.” Linda retorted. “How did you guys get so lost getting over here?! I was bursting to pee for over an hour! Ronnie just kept saying, five more minutes, five more minutes. Ridiculous!” Linda said with a more congenial tone now. “Whatever, never woulda happened to us.” Ronnie repeated once more. “Alright, now speak for yourself there, dad. I can hold it as long as any of the boys I know, I guarantee it.” Shirley said. “Oh bullshit.” said Mark. “No girl hand hold their pee like a guy. Why do you think theres always such a line at the ladies rooms. Men and women are built differently, no shame in it, but aint no way a girl can hold it like a guy can. Girls always have to pee.” Mark said with a laugh as he cracked open a beer he’d grabbed from a cooler in the mini van. “I bet I can out hold you any day of the week!” Shirley said, with playful tone in her voice. “Pshhht! How bout today?!” Mark said. “No one pees til the other one caves!” he said. “No problem. Game on.” Shirley replied. “Wait here then!” Mark said, turning out of the house. “What? What now, Shirley? You’re seriously gonna have a holding contest? What for, Shirley?” said Sarah in amused disbelief. “Shirley you cant be serious?!” quipped Maxine in her little Cyndi Wood cowboy outfit. Mark re-entered the house with an armful of cold beer cans. “Keep it fair” he said, handing a beer to Shirley. “You gotta drink at the same rate as me.” he said. “Game on.” Shirley said once again, cracking open her beer, the beer foaming up, nearly spilling over the small metallic lip of the can, nearly, a metaphor for what was to follow for the rest of the night. Shirley brought the can to her pretty lips, and took a long sip. “Yall want beers too?” Mark asked around, distributing the cans equitably, to happy, receptive hands all around. My mother meanwhile emerged from the restroom with a smile and another great big sigh of relief. “Ahh, so much better.” she said as she rejoined the other adults, at that point busy admiring the wainscoting around the living room interior just adjacent to the foyer. We all cheersed our beers together merrily and took a nice long gulp, each of us together. “So when are we going over to the campsite?” I finally asked... TO BE CONTINUED... (P.S. 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Melificentfan 1,215 Posted November 15, 2021 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted November 15, 2021 Loving this story so far Quote Link to comment
warham1995 1,016 Posted November 15, 2021 Share Posted November 15, 2021 (edited) how about a story about a group of female friends in which one or all of them secretly have a crush of Alex who are flirting with him by secretly showing him their panties or bras when their mothers are not looking, while one of the mothers tries to flirt with Alex's dad who she has a crush on by doing the same while their kids aren't watching while desperately trying not to pee when hanging out at a amusement park with their mothers coming along to supervise the trip, but also wanting to have him and his dad watch them and their mothers pee at the same time when they get home or on the car ride home because some of them can't wait until they get home to pee and also one of the friends and their mother could be subs trying to get Alex and his dad to dominate them by making them hold their pee through out the whole trip after the one that you are currently writing. Edited November 16, 2021 by warham1995 (see edit history) Quote Link to comment
huberp76 3,803 Posted November 15, 2021 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted November 15, 2021 It would be great for me if Maxine would hold it too, if she would show the men how long a girl can endure it not to pee. She is very slim, she is thin, it would be great to see her bladder bulging out from her thin waist and to see her thin belly swollen from her overfilled bladder. Quote Link to comment
Brenman 343 Posted November 15, 2021 Author Share Posted November 15, 2021 7 hours ago, Melificentfan said: Loving this story so far What do you love about it? Quote Link to comment
Brenman 343 Posted November 15, 2021 Author Popular Post Share Posted November 15, 2021 PART 2 “So when are we going over to the campsite?” I finally asked, the whole idea here being once again that we were going to go over and pitch tents in a designated area back in the woodsy campground section of the park, while “the adults” vacationed at this nice, comfortable lake house, like the “old fogies” that they were. “Why not head there now and start setting up?” Mark asked. “There’s bags with extra blankets and stuff in the car by the hotdog buns, just so you guys know!” my Aunt Linda hollered. “Finish these beers first?” I asked. “Bottoms up.” said Sarah, and we all proceeded to chug our beers to the last drop before turning to each other with buzzed smiles, crunching our metal cans in clenched fists with satisfying strength and power. We discarded our empty beer cans into the kitchen garbage and told the adults that we were gonna head over to the campsite. They offered us a ride back over, and were very much obliged. We arrived at the other campsite, retrieved our tents, coolers and other essential camping items from the trunks of our cars before our parents again departed for the lake house. As Mark began pitching his tent, he scraped it against some low-hanging tree branches, and it was only then that the true reality of the our great outdoors, woodsy environment set in over us. I got lots of nice long glances at Maxine’s tight little butt in her sequined shorts, the shorts being so small that her butt cheeks were clearly visible and on display whenever she turned away from me. She was a hottie for sure, a little too thin for my taste, having a body once again lithe like Cyndi Wood in Apocalypse Now, and her sexy bending and snapping up as she worked to pull the tent free of the packaging it came in came with lots of glorious quivers of her thighs, and her nice pert behind as well. Shirley’s camp-covered ass kept bending over all over the place to, and I couldn't help but admire her delicious looking butt, that Kelsi Monroe ass, painted in her legging shorts. We spent the next half hour helping each other to build and pitch both tents before we were finally able to unfold some lawn chairs and crack another beer as Sarah started loading some wood logs into the small campground fire pit before us. About two hours in, sitting and joking around the campfire, we were each about four or five beers deep. The sun was setting now, casting a glorious pink orange glow on all of us, Maxine’s sequins shimmering in the fire light like the scales of a mermaid’s tale. She stood up finally, announcing, “Okay, where’s the restroom? This cowgirl needs to let out some of that beer.” she said, looking down the dirt road aways, in the direction of some other campers. “Oh come on now, we’re camping, you have let loose in the great outdoors!” said Mark with glee. “And speaking of which, how are you holding up over there, clearly you must need to pee too by now?” Mark said looking over to Shirley. “I’m hanging in here just fine, actually.” Shirley said without flinching or stuttering, before taking a long swig from her can, finishing the beer. “Well I need the restroom. Who’s gonna come walk with me to find it?” asked Maxine, looking over at me. Just then it occurred to me that Maxine may have been attracted to me and took this as a cue that she wanted me specifically to go with her as her guide and protector, maybe even to make out with her in shadows somewhere. Before I could respond, however, Mark spoke up, “Bullshit! We’re camping You have to pee right here” he exclaimed. I began to have a suspicion that Mark shared some sort of a pee fetish with me, after all, who challenges someone to a pee-holding contest without some sort of pee-related fetish? “What should I do? Put out the fire?” Maxine asked mockingly. “Pshhtt! Like you could spray out enough to do that? Give me a break.” Mark said, waving her off. “I feel like right now I could. We drank a lot of beer…” Maxine said, gazing down into the fire. “Well do it then!” said Sarah, drunkenly. “Should we all give her some space and some privacy?” Shirley said, standing up from her foldout chair. “She’s not really gonna pee on the fire.” Mark said. “Thirty bucks and I will!” Maxine said coyly, looking around at all of us with a smile. When she and I made eye-contact, her gaze flickered for a slight second, before brightening back up into her former Cyndi Wood smile, and I could tell in that moment that she was right on the line between being drunk and loose enough to be her usual, showy, ostentatious self, and wanting to make a good impression on me as a stranger, and newly met compatriot, too. In support, I said, “I’d pay fifty to see that.” and then immediately regretted it. “Whoah whoa whoa there guy!” Mark replied, spilling his beer in excitement. “We’re not gonna start a bidding war here are we?” “Would you really pee on the fire?” asked Shirley with intrigue, throwing her beer can into the flames. “Wouldn’t the fire be gone after that? We still need it for light and heat, no?” “No way in hell can this girl put out the entire fire just with her piss.” said Mark, confidently. “I think Maxine just wants to be an exhibitionist.” said Shirley playfully. “What’s the matter girl, not gettin’ enough attention in DC?” said Shirley, with extra southern lilt in her speech, prodding at Maxine this way. Maxine crouched over, bellowing in laughter, hearing Shirley’s question, however, she immediately stood up and grabbed her crotch, lifting her right foot into the air several inches, keeping it there, saying, “Oh,” she quickly let go of herself, blushing. “Oh god, guys I need to pee right now. Please can someone go with me, or I’ll literally put out these flames right now…” The question just hung in the air for a long moment, until Maxine, needing no further ado apparently, just pulled down her little shorts right there, exposing her sexy little bush, (was she wearing any panties at all?) and squatted down to the ground before the fire. Her movement was so quick and sudden that no sooner had she dropped than everyone immediately turned around, much more quickly than myself, being thoroughly enthused about seeing any girl squat and take a piss anywhere, had a slower reaction time, slow enough for Maxine’s gaze and impish smile to catch my own gaze one more time for a split second, holding my attention. In that moment, with a silent smile, she motioned with her index finger and her lips, “No, dont turn around” wagging her finger in the air, she then pointed downwards at herself, with a subtle, reassuring nod and smile that seemed to indicate, “It’s okay, look down there, I know you want to, please look…” My gaze drifted downwards, past this beautiful cowgirl’s playful smile, past her campy little cowgirl vest, past shining, sequined short shorts that were at this point around her knees, all the way down to her sweet, tight little bushy pussy, glowing beautifully in the bright orange hue of the bonfire, as just then, her pussy erupted in a beautiful golden arc, a pretty high pressured stream, especially for a petite girl like her, of urine that shot right onto the flames before her, hissing and steaming on impact. I felt myself growing very hard very quickly in my pants… “Oh my god, she’s really doing it. Hear that?” said Sarah, still turned away towards the woods, and she was right, the sound of the hissing and steaming of Maxine’s urine was loud and defined. I watched mesmerized as this cute little cowgirl then began gyrating and orienting her hips so as to aim her spraying little firehose of a pussy at different parts of the burning logs, her urine extinguishing more of the flames, hissing and steaming loudly. I looked up at her face, she was no longer smiling at me directly, but was staring with deep intent and focus and the progress she was making putting out the fire, her face looking almost maniacal in this pursuit as she aimed and pissed away. As I watched, her stream would soften a bit in pressure, at which point she would flex her abdominal muscles hard, followed by her vagina muscles, and shoot forth a more pressurized stream further down the burning logs of the campfire. Wafts of pissy steam were blowing in the air past us now, a gloriously sweet cocktail of fragrances, beer and girl pee, mixing in the air, breezing past my nostrils, making me grow very hard in my pants, becoming increasingly aroused by this girl’s pissy display. The woods around us were growing considerably darker now, the fire nearly gone, at which point Shirley turned around, “Maxine! Stop! We still need some of it!” Shirley said, appalled at the now almost entirely extinguished bonfire, Maxine still squatting low to the ground in front of it. “I can’t stop, I really had to go.” said Maxine in a moment of near shame. Maxine then self consciously sort of crab walked sideways a little bit and aimed her pissing pussy away from the fire, her stream gathering on the ground, being to run downhill slightly in a small river. Maxine let out a final sigh of relaxation as her stream finally died down to a manageable dribble, still squatting. She shook herself off a little but before bolting upright again as she returned her little short shorts to their rightful place around her waist, everyone else turning back around now, admiring her impressive prowess, as the fire was no nothing more than a steaming pile of slightly glowing embers and ashes at the bottom of the fire pit. “Wow, I’m impressed” Mark said as he looked up to Maxine. Maxine smiled back at him, then over at me, saying, “You think you could hand me another?” I shook myself out of my hypnotic stupor, and quickly turned round and reached for the cooler for another beer for Maxine. I retrieved one, and tossed it over to her. She caught it and cracked it open and sat back down in her fold out chair with a satisfied smile, as Shirley loaded a couple of new logs into the fire pit. “Geeze, lets just hope these will light, it’s really wet in here.” Shirley said, prodding the fire pit with a log. “You really peed a lot, Maxine.” As Shirley prodded the fire, her back was turned to me and her lovely butt was right at my eye level, just perfectly encased in her tight camouflage leggings. God, my cousin had a gorgeous ass, a pornstar ass. Mark interrupted this glorious moment with. “You guys think we should pack away the leftovers? You know there are black bears in this area, right?” No one respond for a moment. “What?” said Maxine. “Is that really a thing here?” “Sure is” said Mark, standing up, heading towards the picnic table with the sandwich items. He started loading uneaten hot dog buns back into the plastic bag they came packaged in, saying, “Yeah bears absolutely come out here and try to get into peoples food and trash at night. Not every night, and not all the time, but still.” he explained, continuing to pack away more of the food. “Well geeze, I stand corrected I guess.” said Maxine. “Not corrected, informed.” quipped Sarah, tossing her beer into the fire pit next to Shirley. Just then, thunder cracked loudly in the sky. Drops of rain began to steam in the fire pit. “Oh geeze, now a storm? Did anyone check the weather earlier?” Shirley said, looking round. Mark was walking towards the stakes of the tents. “Better be sure these are in tightly” he said. We spent the next several minutes gathering all of our things from the picnic tables, getting things packed away in preparation for the impending rain and possible storm. The rain was slowly but gradually becoming heavier, our clothes becoming wet as we worked. “Let’s go, get in!” Mark was saying to the girls. They rushed inside one of the tents while Mark headed over towards mine. I got in, crouching beneath the thin material of the tent, while all around me, the rain pounded down like a constant snare drum sound. The rain had grown thick and heavy, and was becoming heavier by the minute. I lay down on my side of the enormous air mattress, as just then, the girls burst into our tent, almost entirely soaked from the outside rain. “Our tent’s ceiling is ripped! We cant sleep in there!” Shirley said with her gorgeous Appalachian twang. “What?!” said Mark, “We just got that! It was new!” “It’s from when you scratched it getting it out of the box earlier!” said Sarah. “Well I didn’t see you rushing to get anything set up!” Mark said to his girlfriend. “But seriously, you’re sure it’s ripped?!” “Would we have run all the way over here through the rain for any other reason?!” Shirley retorted. Mark sighed heavily in disbelief, before scooting over to the very end of the mattress, tapping the center. “Well here you go, I guess, I seriously don’t think that this mattress was meant for five, though.” he said. Without any warning at all, Shirley took off her soaked flannel, revealing her gorgeous big boobs, jiggling in her beige bra. Shirley’s beautiful, globular breasts swayed and bounced as she struggled a moment to remove the soaked fabric over her shirt from her soaked arms, and as her bra was beige, it blended in nicely with skin, almost appearing as if she wore nothing at all, the only thing being hidden her gorgeous nipples, the tops of her pink areolas just visible above the rim of her bra. Shirley tossed the shirt to the corner of the tent, before getting down onto the mattress in the center of the bed. Sarah’s big boobs were soaked beneath the thin cotton of her T shirt, her pokey nipples looking hard enough to cut glass, no doubt a reaction to the ice cold rain water saturating her shirt. Maxine meanwhile pulled her shiny little shorts all the way down to her ankles and to the floor as she peeled them off, answering my earlier question that had floated through my thoughts, that yes, Maxine was wearing underwear after all, thin white cotton panties. Maxine kept her cowgirl vest on, awkward and strange though it was, as she was wearing and bra, or anything else, underneath. She got down onto the mattress between Shirley and I, as Sarah got in between Shirley and Mark. Mark pulled the large red blanket over all of us, as the girl’s lay shaking in the cold, trying to get warm. Maxine’s vest looked uncomfortable on her, but I couldn’t well tell her I wouldn’t mind her taking it off, though I certainly would not have. Maxine was thin, and didn’t appear to have very big boobs under her vest, bust sported a tasty body nonetheless. “Oh my god, I don’t know how this is gonna work at all, I hope you all know that I toss and turn a LOT in my sleep you guys.” Mark said. “I can attest to that.” said Sarah next. The rain was growing heavier, and we were all a little bit winded from the alcohol, and from the rush of trying to get all of our things gathered up and inside the tents from the rain, in spite of our drunkeness. We were light headed, and were relishing the chance to get a little bit of rest, especially given that our collective body heat was beginning to warm the space between us beneath he blanket. GRMMMM! Outside, in the distance, not too far distant, but several meters away in the trees behind us, we heard some faint grumbling sound, sounding almost like a….bear. “What was that?” Sarah asked quickly as Mark began to rise from the mattress, looking in the direction that the noise had come from. “Mark, do you think?…” “I dont know, I dont know at all.” Mark said. “What? What is it?” Maxine asked. “Could be a bear.” said Sarah. “We gathered up all of the food didn’t we?” Shirley asked. “I sure thought we did.” said Mark. GRMMMMM. The noise came again, this time slightly louder sounding. We all of us bolted up from the mattress at this point, turning in fear towards the large animal sounding noise. Turned around now, I noticed Maxine’s sexy little ass in her tiny cotton panties. My attention quickly returned to the the direction from whence the noise came, where everyone else was focused. I slowly stood up from the mattress and decided to peek out the front door, seeing only the dark, raining night, nothing discernible, the rain loud. I turned back inside the tent, all three girls standing beside each other facing away from me, Mark next to them. Everyone was still in tense silence, until… POW!!!!! Thunderstruck again, this time EXTREMELY LOUDLY, causing Sarah to shriek a shrill high-pitched shriek of fear as her hand flung down and clutched herself between her legs, holding her vagina through her panties tightly for a few seconds, she brought her hand away and crossed her legs quickly, bring her left foot a few inches in the air as she brought her left knee across her abdomen for a moment… “You guys, I really have to pee.” she said, sounding anxious and worried as her eyes darted around the walls of the tent, the front doorway of the tent, the raining night. “Me too-“ said Mark. “Me too.” said Maxine, doing a small curtsy where she stood. “You just peed.” said Shirley, looking incredulously at Maxine. “Yeah what gives with that?” asked Mark. “I got to pee some, but I also drank a LOT of beer earlier, and I had another after I peed anyway. I’m a small girl, what can I say?” Maxine said, looking around at all of us, almost not believing she had to explain or excuse her bodily needs to us, as we were all adults. She looked extremely sexy in this moment, her short blonde hair, her cowgirl vest, her exposed waist, her cute ass in her thin cotton panties. The cotton of her panties was so thin in fact that I was almost certain I could make out the darkness of her pubic hair, standing in contrast against her porcelain white skin. All of us were a little woozy and imbalanced from all of the alcohol, clear in our slouched postures. “Well I didn’t even get to pee.” said Sarah. WHOOSH!!! Just then, someone or something scratched the outside surface of one of the tent walls just beside us. All three girls shrieked, even Mark backed up a few feet and actually knocked me over. Sarah and Maxine both grabbed their pussies quickly, bending over a bit, their big beautiful female asses jutting out towards my face, I could see that the sudden jolt of fear had caused a wet patch the size of a silver dollar to form on Maxine’s panties, just where her pussy was, the dark pubic hairs now more clearly visible through the translucent cotton material. Maxine crossed her legs tightly, her cute little ass still jutting out towards me, just a few feet away from my face. “What’s out there?” said Sarah, gripping her crotch tightly, again doing a small, contained pee dance, bringing her left leg off the ground and across her abdomen again. Maxine meanwhile, let go of her little pussy and started to dance in small circles where she stood, her gorgeous camel toe showing clearly through the front of her panties now, soaked a wet yellow a couple inches around her now entirely visible pussy lips where they gripped the cotton panties. She had a beautiful camel toe. I just wished I could feel it, taste it in that wet moment. “Ughh, I have to go to the bathroom.” Maxine moaned, to none of us in particular. “Ughh, so do I…” Sarah said, letting go of herself now. Sarah took a couple small steps towards the front door and bent over to peek out, Maxine saw her and crouched past me to try to follow Sarah through the tight space of the tent as they crept towards the front door. GRMMMM!!!!!! The growling sound again from outside suddenly. Both Sarah and Maxine’s pussies were apparently surprised beyond control by the noise, as there was a small squirting sound accompanied with liquid growing from both of their pussies a few seconds, spreading across their cotton pantied asses. Maxine’s panties were small and so soaked now as she faced away from me, clutching herself from the front, that I could see her full dark bush through her wet underwear, and admired the fact that her carpet didn't match her drapes as I also saw some of her pubic hairs beside her pussy, just outside the line of her panties. Sarah meanwhile had one hand firmly planted in her pussy through her panties, looking mortified at her current situation, her cheeks flushing hot red with embarrassment as she looked up and her gaze caught mine. “Babe, you’re wetting yourself.” Mark said, in surprise and disgust. “No Im not, Mark! Shut up!” Sarah said in anger and humiliation towards her boyfriend. Her panties were clearly wet, she had leaked with the jolt of fear from the sound, but she had indeed managed to staunch the flow, holding herself tightly now. “But I need to get out and go to the bathroom.” she said, turning away from us. The rain was coming down hard and steady and was loud on the tent walls. “What are we gonna do about the bear?” asked Shirley, looking at Mark and me, and the other girls. “It could just be a fucking raccoon.” said Mark. “Well, who’s gonna check? asked Shirley with a slight tone in her voice. “No one. We cant go out there.” said Mark. “We wait it out, if anything the fucking thing will just eat our leftover hot dog buns and wander away for the night, or maybe go to someone else's camp site.” said Mark. Shirley didn’t look satisfied with this answer, a frustrated grimace coming across her face. “Babe, can you go out and check?” Sarah asked Mark pleadingly, again doing a small pee dance, stepping back from foot to foot. “I’ll check.” I said. Mark quickly reached out and grabbed me by the arm, stopping me. “You don't have to man, it’s not safe if it is a bear. We’ll just wait it out.” he said. POW!!!!! Thunder struck again, both Sarah and Maxine clutching their crotches quickly, shrieking in surprise and fear. The wet patches on their panties grew in diameter for a couple of seconds before these lovely young ladies could again cut off the flow with their fingers. “I have to piss, Mark. I drank like five beers.” Sarah whined, holding herself. Maxine was now consistently dancing around, stepping in small circles where she stood, giving me a panoramic view of the progress of her leaking pussy as she stepped in small circles. Her wet pussy her, cute little pussy lips on full display, then her soaking ass there when she would turn around, her gorgeous little puss looking delicious from behind. She stopped dancing a moment, and bent over in front of me, holding herself like a little girl. Her gorgeous little butt just feet from my face, her ass looked a lot like the infamous scene from the campy 1988 horror film Night of the Demons when Linnea Quigley bent over in the convenience store, distracting the store cashiers with her deliciously displayed derriere as her up skirted pantied ass showed beneath her frilly pink leotard. That scene as a kid was one of my earliest memories of arousal growing up, and now Maxine’s cute little pantied bottom was on display before my face in a nearly identical manner, the only difference being that she was soaking wet, and I momentarily fantasized about what it would feel like to just pull those wet little panties aside, and slide my cock deep inside her wet little pussy. God, it would feel good. I couldn’t help but feel turned on in the sexy circumstances I was in, two drunken girls trying to hold in all their beer pee, with wet panties on display due to fear leaks. Mark spoke up next, “Look, I have to piss, too, alright. What do you want me to do?” he asked. Suddenly, Shirley stepped past me, saying, “Well I’ll do it then. I’m not waiting.” she said. I reached out to stop her, fearing the animal outside. I accidentally touched her nice round ass in her camouflage leggings though, as she bent over in front of me to attempt to peek out the entrance of the tent. She turned around, feeling me touch her. “What? I’m gonna go out.” she said, adamantly. “Im not afraid.” “Well maybe you should be.” Mark said. Maxine and Sarah were each doing their own bouncy little pee dance where they stood, unable to remain still. “Well I’m not.” Shirley said, and I noticed for the first moment now, that she also brought one foot off the ground a few seconds, and her abdomen looked rather swollen and full, the muscles on her stomach tensing, all her weight balanced on one leg at a time. Her gorgeous bra-clad breasts jiggled with the subtle rhythm of her bouncing thigh. Yep, Shirley needed to pee, too, and soon she’d be as unable to hide it as the other girls, hopefully, I thought to myself. “Well, why are you gonna go out?” Mark asked, looking over to Shirley. “Do you have to pee, too? After all that beer?” he asked with a smirk, seeming to recall his challenge to her from earlier. Shirley was nonplussed, lifting one leg into the air for a moment. Her tits looked so gorgeous, her areolas threatening to spill completely from her bra. “Yes, I have to go to the bathroom. Are you happy?” she said with tone, against Mark. “Do we keep holding then or do you concede you lost? I haven’t peed yet either.” Mark said confidently and with a smug air to Shirley. “I haven’t lost anything yet. But yes I would like to go to the bathroom.” Shirley said with a little crusty as she set her foot down, raising the other one in the air, beginning to do a little walk-in-place. WHOOSH!!!!! A LOUD noise as something scratched the against the tent near the entrance. “Eeek!!!” Maxine and Sarah shrieked simultaeously with PHHHSST!! as their pussies, squirt gun style, each emitted a couple more seconds worth of piss, their underwear almost entirely soaked now. Sarah gripped herself tightly between the legs with both hands as she hunched over, while Maxine squatted down to the ground, holding herself very tightly with both hand as I watched, just before me, her squatting figure facing away from me, as her lovely trickle of yellow urine dribbled through her underwear between her tightly clutched fingers for a couple of seconds and fell to the tent floor, pudding together on the waterproof material. “Uhhhhh….” Maxine whimpered as she struggled to regain control of her dribbling vagina, her dark bushy pubic hair visible through her entire translucent panties, her lovely ass trembling just feet before me as she fought to stem the flood. Shirley was backing up slowly from the direction of the entrance, staring intently towards it. I watched in slow motion as my cousin’s big butt backed up towards me, step by step. Shirley clutched my arm when she reached me, her gaze remaining locked on the tent entrance. I looked down at our feet, and saw Shirley’s toes curling, the knuckles turning white, her legs tensing and moving rhythmically with effort at holding her swollen bladders contents. Her stomach looked noticeably rounded, showing her obviously full bladder. How many beers had she consumed? Four? Five? More? As she stood beside me, her breasts bounced and swayed to and fro lightly as she kept shifting her legs back and forth as the stood in place, unable to keep still, and distracted by fear of something lurking outside the tent. “Ugggghhhhhhh!….” Sarah groaned as she crossed her right leg tightly over the left one, still clutching herself tightly. “Guys, I really need to pee, god, I’m gonna pee everywhere.” Maxine whined as she squatted on the tent floor, holding herself with both hands tightly. Her eyes were locked tight shut, wrinkling beside her eyes on her temple. Her squatting legs were bouncing lightly, fighting to retain strength even as her bladder screamed for some relief. Her pussy lips showed clearly and proudly through her soaking underwear, even as her flow had been stemmed by her invasive fingers. “I didn’t even get to pee.” Sarah whined, holding herself in the corner of the tent. “Would everyone just shut up about peeing?!” Mark snapped angrily. “We need to wait at least twenty five minutes after the last noise before any of us are going anywhere, alright?!” His tone actually sounded genuinely full of concern for our collective safety from some potential danger lurking outside. “I- I don’t have twenty minutes!” whimpered Maxine, sounding like a whiny, desperate little schoolgirl. Water was seeping in everywhere around the perimeter of the tent interior, and just then it puddled and touched Maxine’s right foot toes, and just a split-second later, as though a direct cause-and-effect relationship, her pussy leaked more urine for a couple more seconds. “Would you STOP peeing, Maxine?! I just met you and that’s disgusting!” Mark snapped at the cute, squatting little cowgirl. “Leave her alone, Mark! I’m about to piss myself too!” Sarah said as she slapped Mark on the arm. “I’m sorry!” Maxine cried, as the pooling water from the tent’s outer wall covered her whole right foot now, and finally mixed with Maxine’s small puddle of urine below her squatting figure. Her eyes gazed is sheer distress down at the pooling liquid in front of her, as if longing just to finally let go and pee, which she proved she was, when she then asked, “Guys! - Look - It - I just - “ Her legs were shaking and trembling, her hands clutching her pussy tightly. “if the water’s coming in it can go out! I could just pee right her and let it flow out…” Maxine whimpered desperately. “Dont you dare pee inside this tent!” Mark said to her directly. “Uggghhhhhhh” Maxine just moaned as she continued to hold herself desperately. “Guys” Sarah moaned with her eyes kept tightly shut. “I’m gonna pee. I need to go to the bathroom right now, I’m gonna pee, I’m sorry.” Sarah said aloud, opening her eyes, doing a curtsying motion where she stood. “Babe, neither one of you is going pee in this tent! No one! I swear to God!” Mark howled at his beloved. Sarah’s eyes just then bolted open in realization, as se dove forward towards one of her and Mark’s duffle bags stowed in the corner of the tent. Sarah ran forward, ripping open the zipper of the bag, tearing clothes out of the bag and tossing them aimlessly out of the way onto the slowly dampening tent floor, until finally, she uttered a relieved sounding “Ohhh!!”, a triumphant moment of victory, as her hand had located what she was searching for, the cast iron pan from earlier, as with lightning speed, she tossed the pan onto the floor beneath her and and whipped her pants and panties down so quickly she actually stumbled and fell down onto the pan, her lovely plump ass spilling over the cast iron pan’s edges... TO BE CONTINUED... (P.S. 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Brenman 343 Posted November 15, 2021 Author Popular Post Share Posted November 15, 2021 PART 3 “Babe, neither one of you is going pee in this tent! No one! I swear to God!” Mark howled at his beloved. Sarah’s eyes just then bolted open in realization, as se dove forward towards one of her and Mark’s duffle bags stowed in the corner of the tent. Sarah ran forward, ripping open the zipper of the bag, tearing clothes out of the bag and tossing them aimlessly out of the way onto the slowly dampening tent floor, until finally, she uttered a relieved sounding “Ohhh!!”, a triumphant moment of victory, as her hand had located what she was searching for, the cast iron pan from earlier, as with lightning speed, she tossed the pan onto the floor beneath her and and whipped her pants and panties down so quickly she actually stumbled and fell down onto the pan, her lovely plump ass spilling over the cast iron pan’s edges. “OHHHHH!!!!!” Sarah, moaned, her eyes floating lost in bliss, her face orgasmic, as her pussy erupted in urine that nearly ran over the rim of the cast iron pan, but alas remained within the pan and began to fill it, inch by inch as Sarah peed and peed at last. “What?!” Maxine whimpered in envy, looking over to Sarah. “I need that!” she said, still holding her self, squatting. “Wait you're turn!” Sarah snapped, then regretted it, her expression changing quickly to one of empathy and embarrassment, saying, “I’ll give you a turn, but I just…” and with that she stopped speaking, her speech trailing off into a breathless sigh of relief as her lovely pussy continued to piss and piss away into the cast iron pan. “BOOO!!! BWARRRRGGHHH!!!” Uncle Ronnie RAN into the tent now, screaming with his hands out, “jazz hands” style, and paused in shock as he gazed down at his daughter’s nineteen year old friend Sarah, pissing in bliss and defeat into a cast iron frying pan, her gorgeous little teen cunt gushing on full display, her legs splayed out to the sides. “Whoah! Whoah there!” Ronnie said, averting his gaze, turning away from us all and back towards the entrance of the tent. “Hey man! What’s going on out there?! There was an animal!” Mark yelled, angered by being surprised by Uncle Ronnie, still donning his full scarecrow makeup and costume. Ronnie laughed a quick, sheepish laugh, continuing to look away from Sarah, now sighing in relief, peeing in the pan, “ohhhh god…” eyes closed, mouth hanging open, ass seated on the pan’s rim, peeing her teenaged heart out. “It’s just us scaring you! You guys forgot two of your bags, and we brought spare blakets seeing as how cold it got out here, tonight.” Ronnie said. Outside flashlights were casting beams of white light around another pair of boots outside, my dad’s, as the rain round his feet was blocked and strewn away by what turned out to be a very large umbrella, for just then, Maxine darted outside the tent, whimpering in despair as she clutched her pussy tightly with her right hand, her other hand trying to balance her body weight as she crouched and stepped as quickly as she could through the front entrance of the tent, as the rest of us soon followed behind her. Shirley walked just before me, and my dad was taken aback first by the lithe, sexy little Maxine, this little Apocalypse Now Cyndi Wood cowgirl lookalike, almost nude from the waist down, her hairy little bush showing bright and clear through her wet little cotton panties, as she danced from foot to foot with a look of horrific panic on her face as she gazed into my father’s eyes, hi standing there holding the umbrella over our heads at the entrance tot the tent. Next I saw my dad’s gaze transfixed by Shirley’s big shirtless Jessica Simpson tits, bouncing in full glory in her tight beige bra, the areolas of her nipples now clearly visible, sticking out above her bra by about half-inch, like a child’s coloring book markings that refused to stay within the lines, Shirley’s boobs bounced and jiggled in her bra as she lifted one leg across her belly, then the other, her stomach nude and her tummy noticeably full, full of urine. Mark and I and these two girls all just sort of paused there under the umbrella where my father stood, no one knowing quite what to do or say, as the rain poured down hard all around us, soaking the campsite, muddying the ground. Maxine finally spoke up as she danced frantically from foot to foot. “Ughh! Is there another umbrella?! Where’s his umbrella?! How did you guys both walk here?!” Maxine asked frantically, the urgency clear in her shaky voice and quickness of speech. Almost speechless, my father simply replied, “We shared an umbrella. So what?” he said in confusion, looking down at this dancing little cowgirl. “We need to go to the bathroom.” Shirley said, though clearly more to stand up for Maxine’s stake, as Shirley and the rest of us were all unrelentingly captivated by Maxine’s desperate pee-dancing. “Could you please walk us with the umbrella to the restrooms?” Shirley said pointing out across the pathway of the campground, presumably leading to the public restroom facilities in that direction. Just then, not waiting for an answer from my dad, Maxine reached out and grabbed the umbrella, but my dad confusedly refused to let go of it, their hands briefly playing tug of war. “Can I just? I need to go to the bathroom.” Maxine desperately pleaded with my father, panic in her eyes. Suddenly her hand let go of the umbrella as she clawed her pussy with both hands, holding on tight. She stood there a moment, then let go of herself, squatting down to the ground where she stood, moving her feet out to a wider position for a firmer stance as immediately, her pussy began pouring out piss like a sink faucet, dribbling steadily to the muddy ground right in front of us. My dad looked upwards to the sky, mortified for this young girl. Squatting down, leaking profusely through her already soaked underwear, Maxine still whimpered in panic as she quickly reached down and tugged tightly at her panties, finally getting them free to the side of her pussy as she erupted like a geyser onto the muddy ground below, drilling a crater in the mud with her high pressure peeing. “OHHHHHHHHHH………” She moaned in agony, in well-deserved relief, peeing and peeing and peeing into the mud. “Jesus Christ, what’s gotten into you kids?” My dad said, sounding both slightly appalled and also extremely embarrassed for little Maxine, as she peed at our feet. “I’m sorry” Maxine cried. “I couldn’t hold it. I cant hold it. Im so sorry… Oh god…” Maxine apologized between sighing desperate, exhausted moans of relief as she peed profusely into the mud, holding her panties free of her beautifully hairy teenaged pissing pussy. Mark then just turned away from us, unzipped his pants, freed himself and peed into the wind and into the rain, letting out a long “Ahhhhh” as he finally relieved himself. Shirley looked at Maxine, feeling bad for her, until Mark’s relieved moaning reminded her of her own need to pee. I took this chance to rub it in as I also turned away from the others, pulled my shorts below my cock, gripped myself and let loose into the stormy rainy night. “What is this a goddamn public restroom?” my dad asked, as he continued to avert his gaze, aware of what the teenagers around him were doing. Just then, Ronnie emerged from the tent. I kept peeing and peeing, letting out all the beer as I stared up at the stormy night clouds in the sky. By the time I was done and turned back round tot he others, Mark was already finished, Maxine was standing up, her underwear back in place, and Sarah was emerging from the tent, carefully balancing the cast iron pot full or urine with both hands. She dumped it out onto the muddy ground, blushing a vibrant pink on her cheeks, as she said, “I’m going back to sleep at the house, this stopped being fun a while ago.” with defeat and humiliation in her voice. “Me too. This is ridiculous.” Maxine said, looking away from all of us in embarrassment as she stood there in her wet little panties. “Seriously? You guys are gonna dip?” Mark said to Sarah, sounding annoyed at the prospect of them going back to the house, the entire camping trip in vein. “Yeah! This sucks! That was so embarrassing!” Sarah said, motioning back to the tent. Shirley stepped from foot to foot, she looked at my dad saying, “Excuse me, Uncle John?” He looked back at her, his eyes quickly dipping to her cleavage before returning to her gaze. “I still need to go to the bathroom.” “Where is it?” my dad asked turning round, looking around the dark rainy campground. “I think it’s back there somewhere.” Shirley said, looking over my dads’ shoulder. Her beautiful butt was bouncing and touching the side of my leg whenever she would dip down slightly, her legs unable to stop moving as she stood in place, struggling to contain her pee dancing in front of all of us, especially my dad and Ronnie. “Okay, well, I guess we can go search for it. Or…” my dad looked up the path in the other direction towards the house. “You could just use the one at the house.” my dad said. Shirley looked up the path towards the house, and remembering just how far away it was, she bobbed up and down slightly on the spot, saying, “Ugh, that’s pretty far.” as she gazed into the distance with a look of slight worry on her face. I spoke up immediately, not wanting this to pass by just yet… “Plus that defeats the whole purpose of camping.” I said. “We’re supposed to at least stick to the campground. Even if we use the campground bathrooms, you know?” I said, with a matter-of-fact tone, not quite knowing what to expect as far as Shirley’s, or anyone else’s, reaction. Shirley just stared back at me with confusion. “Yeah, okay, I guess.” she said. “Just wait til it stops raining and I’ll walk with you, okay?” I said, attempting to reassure her. Her eyes looking pleadingly back into mine, the urgency in them clear as she bobbed lightly where she stood. She clearly needed to pee quite badly, but wanting to be polite and congenial in front of the older men, she managed to feign a smile, a gorgeous country girl Jessica Simpson smile at my dad and Ronnie and said, “Yeah that’s alright, I’ll just wait out the rain right here. You guys go on up to the house.” she said, as glanced down and saw her tensing toes curl tightly into the muddle ground below us, clearly indicating the urgency in her body. “Suit yourself.” my dad said back politely with a smile. “Babe we didn’t come all the way out her to sleep in a rental unit.” Mark said to Sarah as he grabbed her arm and turned her to face him, clearly not thrilled with the idea of returning to the house. I lightly clutched Shirley’s hand beside me and pulled her it lightly in the direction of the tent. Her gaze met mine, and I gestured a “this way” gesture back inside the tent with my eyes and a gentle tug of the hand. I stepped back inside the tent, gently towing Shirley behind me. Once fully inside the tent near the mattress, I turned and faced her. “Look” I said. “You said earlier that you could just hold it and hold it as long as you wanted, right?” I said, looking into Shirley’s gorgeous eyes. My cock was fully hard, so aroused that I couldn’t stop myself from asking Shirley what I was about to ask… “Yeah so?” Shirley said, looking to me entirely confused, her shirtless breasts heaving on her bra with her breathing. “Well the challenge isn’t over yet, then.” I said, looking her square in the eyes. “Because, frankly, I don't believe you. I don’t think you have that strong a bladder at all, and Shirley, I nearby challenge you not to pee at all tonight. You get to pee tomorrow morning once I give you permission to let go, alright?” I said to my cousin with unrestricted confidence. “Umm, okay? Well what about clothing? All my clothes are back at the house too? I don’t have anything but my bra to wear here that’s dry.” Shirley said as she glanced down at her own bulbous tits. “We’ll go by the house and change clothes in the morning. Tonight we just sleep and rest up. It’s been a long night.” I said to her. I saw her lift her left foot a couple small inches off of the ground, her toes curling, looking quite urgent for a pee, but I refused to acknowledge her plight as I stared right back up into her eyes, searching them for consent to this challenge. “Okay, tonight we rest.” she said, glancing back outside the front entrance of the tent, as if tempted to go with the others, their flashlights now walking away. Mark stepped back in the tent. “Alright, I guess the others are gonna be a bunch of wusses and go sleep back the house, just us now.” he said as he jumped down onto the air mattress on the floor. Shirley and I slowly got down onto the bed and covered our feet with the blankets as the three of us lied next to each other for about thirty minutes, Mark falling asleep pretty quickly while Shirley and I lay staring up at the tent ceiling above us, the rain still splattering down hard. Suddenly, Shirley gripped herself between the legs, clutching her vagina through her leggings. “Ugghhh, is it ever going to stop?” she whispered, obviously referring to the rain. “Why does it matter, I thought you agreed not to pee until the morning.” I whispered back over to her as Mark snored beside her. “I’m not, its just- well look, the sounds not helping me right now, okay?” she whispered. It must be so hard for her, still holding all that beer piss inside her while being forced to listen to all of the running water around her on the thin tent walls, while the rest of us got to relieve our poor bladders. I glanced down at Shirley’s exposed abdomen, firmly and prominently swollen from her bladder’s full contents. Her stomach looked so sexy, but so firmly rounded she almost looked pregnant at an early stage of pregnancy. She let go of herself and crossed one leg over the other as she rolled over onto the mattress facing towards me. “You’re not gonna pee in the night are you?” I asked, looking her in the eyes. “Relax, now you’re just insulting me. I wont pee until granted permission, and I wouldn’t take up a challenge I cant fulfill, alright?” she said in her gorgeous country accent. I genuinely wondered if she were even going to be able to fall asleep with such an obviously full bladder, but several countless minutes later, her eyes were wide shut, her lips parted slightly, as she lie motionless next to me, fast asleep. As I looked down at her breasts, one of them was smushed under her right arm and her beautiful nipple was now entirely free of her bra. What I would have given right there to just lean forward and suck on Shirley’s big beautiful exposed tit…GOD, she was hot. I resisted the urge however, knowing that that wold irrevocably complicate things to a ridiculous degree, and then looked further down on her sleeping body. Her stomach, her bladder, was so rounded that her skin was taught across her belly. How full was this girl? I thought to myself. I wanted to reach out with my fingers and just lightly touch her stomach, caress her bladder, prod it just a little bit with my fingers to test the pressure, and fullness of her female bladder… Could I without waking her? I looked back up to her closed eyes and sleeping face for several long minutes just to be sure she was sound asleep, before, slowly, silently, I reached out with both hands towards my sexy cousin’s rounded stomach. Finally, gently at first, I touched her amazingly soft skin on her swollen little tummy, and looking up, she made no reaction, just continued sleeping, looking so beautiful as she lie on the air mattress next to me. I pressed with more force onto her bladder with my fingers now, observing just how hard, firm and full she was. She felt like a well inflated tire, something you might kick and show off to your buddies as they admired your pickup truck, out in this “neck of the woods” as they might say in West Virginia. Shirley’s bladder was certainly full, but she’d successfully managed to fall asleep in spite of her desperate need to relieve herself, and I had to admire her for it. I turned to lie on my back and gazed up at the rainy ceiling for a long while, taking in the memory of the whole day as the mix of the fresh rainy breeze and the faintest olfactory remnants of Maxine’s desperate peeing wafted past my nostrils, and I drifted off to sleep… I was prodded awake at about nine in the morning with quick jabs at my shoulder… I woke up gradually in heavy confusion, as I was interrupted mid-dream, struggling to determine where I was, and where I had just been in my dream, and what was going on? I opened my eyes and got my bearings and recognized Shirley, squatting down in front of me where I slept, still wearing her bra and camouflage legging shorts, beaming a big beautiful, toothy, happy smile down at me as she prodded my shoulder with her right hand. “Morning sunshine!” she said to me as she smiled, trying to catch my gaze as I fluttered my eyes open and closed. “Shirley? What’s up?” I asked, “I was sleeping.” I was genuinely slightly annoyed at being woken up unexpectedly, especially after all of last night’s escapades. “That’s fine” she said smiling, “I’m gonna let you sleep, are you gonna let me pee?” she asked quickly, still fighting to catch my gaze as I closed my eyes once again, lying back down. “What?” I said, still half-asleep. “Remember, you said in the morning you’d give me permission to p- to go to the bathroom? Remember, Alex?” she said urgently, prodding my shoulder again. I just lay motionless. “Alex, remember? You guys all got to go pee last night? I still haven’t peed. Can I just have your permission and I’ll leave you alone?” she said in a sort of mock-joking tone, as the though the whole thing had just been joke, but I decided to be cruel, casually replying, “Nope, I said you could pee when I woke up and gave you permission, not when you woke me up to get permission, that’s not what I’d said.” I replied, keeping my eyes closed, refusing to look Shirley in the eyes. “I- I just- I really need to go to the bathroom, Alex. I couldn’t sleep any longer.” “And you can’t hold it anymore? I thought you could hold it as long as you wanted to?” I said to her. “I can, it’s just, well so what are you saying cousin? Are you denying me permission to relieve myself?” she asked with some real tone in her voice for the first time this morning. “That’s exactly right. That’s what I’m doing.” I said, as I opened my eyes and really faced Shirley for the first time. Her legs were bouncing lightly up and down as she squatted there next to where I lay. The urgency in her bouncing was clear, and her stomach still looked well rounded and full. Shirley stood up now and paced the tent for a moment, before looking back down to me. “Well are you getting up now? I’d really like it if we could begin the day already.” Shirley then saw and picked up her flannel shirt from the tent floor corner... TO BE CONTINUED... (P.S. WILL WRITE FOR COMMISSIONS. CONTACT ME!) huberp76, wetskipants, SpaceWonderer and 6 others 9 Quote Link to comment
Brenman 343 Posted November 16, 2021 Author Share Posted November 16, 2021 Comments are appreciated! Quote Link to comment
LifeIsStrange 1,003 Posted November 16, 2021 Share Posted November 16, 2021 very good story! Very interested to see where that relief denial bit goes. Quote Link to comment
omocbc 125 Posted November 16, 2021 Share Posted November 16, 2021 Really good story so far, interested to see how it ends Quote Link to comment
warham1995 1,016 Posted November 16, 2021 Share Posted November 16, 2021 (edited) could it be that Shirley is a secret submissive? also did you see that comment that I posted two comments above part 2? if you don't like the idea, that's fine I can handle it. I don't want to sound like I'm trying to guilt trip you or anything unsavory like that because I think that you write good stories. Edited November 16, 2021 by warham1995 (see edit history) Quote Link to comment
huberp76 3,803 Posted November 16, 2021 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted November 16, 2021 Great story, thank you! I like the erotic way you write about sexy Maxine. How her slim legs shaking and trembling from needing to wee so bad. So how you write about her soaking wet little panties and about her cute little ass and how you would love to pull those little panties aside to slide your cock deep inside her little, wet pussy. So hot and exciting the dialogue between Shirly and Mark. “Yes i have to go to the bathroom. Are you happy? I would be!!! Or „ You said earlier that you could just hold it and hold it as long as you wanted.“ “You get to pee tomorrow morning, if i give you permission.“ So great and arousing, he make her hold her overfilled bladder until next morning! Her stomach looked so sexy, because it was so firm and swollen. So hot, he caressed her bladder, he tested the fullness and he could feel how full, how firm and how hard her bladder was. Absolutely hot and arousing for me how Shirley said “ You guys all got to go pee last night. I still have not peed!!! She ask for permission to go to the bathroom, she is needing it so bad, her belly is swollen and her bladder is bulging out and full to burst, but he still won’t let her go, he still don’t let her piss. So absolutely great, i love it, but how much longer can a girl endure that torture? Quote Link to comment
Brenman 343 Posted November 16, 2021 Author Share Posted November 16, 2021 Who wants PART 4? luvmybladder4, StarCommand and Celestia 3 Quote Link to comment
SpaceWonderer 699 Posted November 16, 2021 Share Posted November 16, 2021 3 hours ago, Brenman said: Who wants PART 4? I think a lot of us do! It would be awesome to increase amount of bladder bulge and urgency descriptions if you feel for that. I love extreme desperation and huge bladder bulges, and I know many people too. huberp76, Dark-Rose77, luvmybladder4 and 1 other 4 Quote Link to comment
StarCommand 123 Posted November 16, 2021 Share Posted November 16, 2021 5 hours ago, Brenman said: Who wants PART 4? I surely do!!! This is amazing! Quote Link to comment
orangelion 456 Posted November 16, 2021 Share Posted November 16, 2021 I agree with the above comment Quote Link to comment
luvmybladder4 74 Posted November 16, 2021 Share Posted November 16, 2021 Great story! I'm also a fan of bladder bulges - keep it going! Quote Link to comment
Hankjones1738 11 Posted November 16, 2021 Share Posted November 16, 2021 We don’t want we need part 4 keep up the great work. I hope Shirley’s confidence will causes a humiliating loss I wonder what the consequences would be if she can’t hold it Quote Link to comment
Brenman 343 Posted November 16, 2021 Author Share Posted November 16, 2021 PART 4 “Well are you getting up now? I’d really like it if we could begin the day already.” Shirley then saw and picked up her flannel shirt from the tent floor corner. “Where’s Mark and the others?” I asked, seeing that Mark was already out of bed. “Hey Alex! Coffee?!” I heard Mark yell from outside. Shirley and I emerged from the tent to find that Mark was brewing coffee, cowboy style, over the fire pit, a few logs already well into burning. Mark poured me and Shirley a cup, handing one over to each of us. Shirley reluctantly took her coffee. “Last night was crazy.” Mark said with a jolly tone. “But I’m glad we came out here and that the three of us stuck through it and fought the good fight through the night. Congrats to us.” Mark said as he held out his coffee mug for a cheers. We clinked our mugs together with his and each of us took a sip of coffee, probably just the last thing Shirley needed right now. She was perched at the edge of the log where she sat, her legs subtly, but relentlessly fanning in and out ever so slightly as she sat. We all sat there for a few minutes sipping our coffee. Shirley’s legs never stopped moving, and I noticed that her toes kept curling tightly, then relaxing, curling then relaxing, over and over again. “Coffee’s good after a night of drinking like that.” Mark said after taking a big gulp from his mug. “It’s good for our livers, and it washes out all the toxins from the alcohol when it promotes urination, and makes us pee so much-“ At this, Shirley bolted up quickly from her seat, standing and pacing, almost prancing like a horse as she was lifting her legs so high, as she pee-danced subtly in front of us on the other side of the fire pit. “Can we please go back to the house?” she asked breathlessly, blushing a bright pink, looking back and forth from Mark to myself. Mark look slightly confused. “Yeah, I guess I’m ready to go? Are you guys?” he asked Shirley and I. Without waiting any time at all, Shirley replied, “Yes I am, let’s please go. I wanna get a dry shirt.” she said, holding up her wet flannel. “Here” I said, standing up, walking over to Shirley, taking the shirt from her hand. I proceeded to twist it up extremely tightly in my hands and ring out all of the water, an immense amount of water pouring out of the fabric, spilling down profusely to the ground next to Shirley’s feet, splashing her toes as she lifted one leg in the air, hearing the splatter sound, feeling the drops of water hit her beautiful toes, she clutched her pussy for a quick second, then let go. I looked over to Mark to see if he recognized or even noticed how badly Shirley needed to pee, but his nose and eyes were lost in his coffee mug as he tilted the vessel back and finished it’s contents, before exhaling and saying, “Alright, I guess that’s it then, let’s go.” standing up from his chair. Shirley looked me in the eyes but was too embarrassed to say anything about her need, especially right there in front of Mark. She reluctantly took her shirt from me and put it on. The still damp fabric clinging to her massive cleavage, bouncing as we walked back up the trail towards the lakeside clearing where the house was located. When we were nearing the house, I couldn't help but notice all of the neighbors getting an eyeful of Shirley, this buxom little daisy duke with her pornstar ass tightly encased in camo-leggings, even tighter than normal with the added pressure of her full bladder pushing out the waist line. As long as we kept moving, Shirley was able to keep her pee dancing to a minimum, but she was an irresistibly sexy young woman nonetheless. We finally got back to the house and Mark went into the kitchen to talk with the adults and the others as Shirley and I made our way down the hall to the living room where our clothes were stashed in our bags. I walked beside her, and at the end of the hall, she stops walking, turning to me outside the bathroom where my mother had desperately relieved herself upon arrival to the house yesterday. She smiled at me, curtsying slightly on the spot for a moment, saying, “Okay, can I please pee now?” never thinking in a thousand years that I would actually look back at her, as I did, and say, “No. You can’t. Permission denied. You wanna prove you can hold it like a man? Prove it then. There are truckers and tollbooth workers who’ve held their bladders way longer than you.” I said, pulling this “fact” completely out of my ass at that moment, just wanting to torment poor Shirley, and see how long she would actually adhere to my ridiculous “challenge” and abstain from relieving herself. “But even they get to pee at some point.” Shirley said, now stepping from foot to foot, glancing longingly at the toilet just feet away… “I really need to use the bathroom, Alex. Please can I go?” she said, pleading with me. She didn’t sound too desperate yet, and I wanted to deny her her need a little longer. I just shook my head silently and tugged her hand away towards the living room where our bags were. She followed, taking one last yearning look at the glorious porcelain toilet, as though dying to sit down and let it go… We entered the living room and she put on a T shirt, then pulled her bra out from underneath the shirt, turning round, saying, “Sick of this thing.” as her beautiful tits jutted out freely against the thin cotton of her T shirt, her nipples hard and clearly visible as Shirley’s barbie-doll tits jiggled and swayed. She grabbed clean underwear and denim short shorts from her bag next. I was enormously aroused by her, especially as I hadn't jerked off that morning, a morning routine, and was loaded up with residual arousal from the sexy desperate girl circumstances of the night before. Shirley quickly made her way to the bathroom with her new panties and shorts, and I stopped the door from closing completely as she routinely pushed it to close it behind her. “Ah ah ah” I said. “The door stays cracked. I’m not gonna watch you change but I am gonna listen just to be sure.” “Sure? Sure of what?” Shirley said as she danced subtly from foot to foot. I looked right back into her eyes, holding the restroom door open. “No peeing” I said. Shirley’s eyes furrowed in worry as she kept dancing. She sighed in frustration, saying, “Alex, please, I waited all night. You said I could pee in the morning.” she said, her pee dancing continuing. I shook my head in denial. “Nope. Not yet. Just a little while more.” I said. Shirley sighed in resignation, her facial expression one of confusion, reluctant acceptance and genuine discomfort. She stepped behind the still open door and pulled her leggings and panties down to her ankles, standing just beside the toilet, which she kept her gaze fixed on as she applied her new panties and daisy duke denim shorts, not even large enough to cover her full womanly ass. Shirley had such a gorgeous round ass, an ass like that of adult film performers Jada Stevens, or Kelsi Monroe. Once her shorts were up, she turned back to me, grabbing my hand, saying, “Please, Alex. I’m already right here. Please just let me go pee already. I’m in the bathroom already.” she said firmly, pleadingly, looking me in the eyes. “Hey guys! Come have breakfast!” we heard Aunt Linda yell from across the house in the kitchen. Shirley kept her gaze locked on mine, searching for sympathy. Instead, I just tugged my sexy cousin by the hand towards the kitchen… Breakfast proceeded with all of us having eggs and bacon, biscuits and gravy, coffee and orange juice, southern style. The general mood was lively and congenial, and no one but me noticed poor Shirley suffering in silence, forking her eggs into her mouth as her crossed legs never stopped bouncing and shifting in her seat, clearly trying not to let herself pee and flood her little daisy dukes. What appeared to be great feast of food laid out on the table was devoured in several quick minutes, as there were after all, nine of us eating together. The adults had been discussing the state fair for past thirty minutes, though Shirley clearly had not caught wind of the idea, her entire focus being on her bladder as she looked up with surprise to find that it had basically been decided for her that they were all in fact to go out to the annual West Virginia state fair, happening nearby as they ate. Soon, we were all loaded up in the car together as we departed for the state fair. Shirley sat just beside me, and kept blowing out subtle “oooh”s of breath between tightly pursed lips as her thighs never stopped bouncing in her seat, and her hand gripped the above door handle fiercely, not daring to hold herself in the car where anyone would notice. Her breaths were panicky and shaky, however, and I could tell she was doing all she could to drive down the volume of her exhalations as well as the voracity of her thigh bouncing, lest another passenger in the car become aware of her embarrassing plight. Sarha sat on Mark’s lap in the back, the only way all of us could fit, and I wondered if they could see Shirley’s subtle bouncing from behind. One precious moment, burned into my memory with searing clarity, was when we went over a HARD bump in the road, everyone in the car bouncing, and Shirley’s right hand gripped my left leg fiercely, as she sucked in air through tightly clenched teeth, and squeezed her thighs together as hard as she could. She then let out a small cry and clutched her pussy through her shorts with rapid speed, before letting go and attempting to cross her big gorgeous legs. Because we were squeezed in so tightly however, this was difficult for her to do, and her seatbelt also wouldn’t budge as she struggled with real effort to pull against it with her thigh to cross her leg. She couldn’t cross her legs, and let out another “ughhh”, before sucking in air through clenched teeth again, shutting her eyes, her face wincing in pain as she finally managed with her hands to get her seatbelt loose enough to cross her gorgeous legs, at which point she hunched over and gripped her knees tightly with both hands, blowing out air between her lips as she stared intently out the front window of the car. Even with her legs tightly crossed, Shirley couldn’t sit still in her seat, and quickly uncrossed her legs, bouncing them up and down next to each other, before again struggling to loosen up her seatbelt to cross her legs the other way, the whole time letting out frustrated sighs of resignation, of annoyance, of anger, and of pain. She didn’t dare look me in the eyes. She was deeply uncomfortable and no doubt embarrassed by the urgency of her bodily need. She shifted, fidgeted, and bounced her gorgeous, daisy duke-clad tanned legs for the entire twenty minute ride, letting out quiet, aggravated breaths, until finally, the car slowed to a crawl as we reached the great big outdoor field that was being used as a parking lot for the fair. “Alright, here we are I guess” Ronnie said, looking out as he gripped the wheel. “Where to park? Where to park?” “Just park anywhere.” Shirley said, attempting to sound friendly, and not at all desperate. “Oh I’m sorry, young miss, do you want to drive?” Ronnie said with mock tone in his voice, looking around for a parking spot. “Ughhh” Shirley grunted as she breathed, struggling again to cross her lovely long legs. Finally we parked, and Shirley immediately unbuckled her seatbelt and jumped out of the car, running in place just next to the car, as we all exited at a much more relaxed pace. “Everything alright Shirley?” my Aunt Linda said to her daughter. “Did you drink too much coffee or something? You look like you could bounce off the walls right now. Not to mention you could have worn a bra, young lady.” Linda was right, Shirley’s big tits were bouncing under her T shirt with glorious, free flowing effect, her hard nipples pushing the out the thin tight cotton, casting stark shadows down her shirt, like sun dials in the harsh sunlight. “But seriously miss, too much coffee for you?” The rest of us were slowly clambering out of the car, stretching our legs. “My daughter’s an athlete, she’s energetic with or without coffee.” Ronnie said, stretching his legs. “No, it’s not her energy I’m referring to. She looks like her bladders about to blast off. She needs to pee.” Linda said matter-of-factly, gesturing to her bouncing daughter. “No I’m fine.” Shirley said, standing up straight, forcing herself to plaster a smile across her face and halt her desperate bouncing. Mark, Sarah, Maxine and my parents were looking all around the parking lot at the other fair goers emerging from the cars and ambling away towards the festivities. “It’s fine if you have to pee, Shirley, I’m sure they’ll have restrooms, here.” Linda said, looking up and down her daughters tight, tensing legs. “Seriously mom, I’m fine.” Shirley insisted adamantly, her cheeks blushing. She glanced at me quickly with a worried look that she soon covered with another fake smile, and I noticed her toes curling tightly again like earlier, blades of green grass being squeezed between them. Was Shirley gonna piss herself at the state fair? Was I going to make her do this? I still hadn't decided if I was going to be merciful or cruel in the end, and luckily for me, I didn’t have to decide yet as we just then all of us started walking towards the fair… It was a hot day, and upon entering the fair, it was my dad who made a B line for one of the concession stands that was selling lemonade, apparently attached to a charity raising money to fight cancer. There was a little bit of a line, and as we had entered together, we all stood there together a few moments before Shirley saw the port-a-potties in the distance and gripped my hand tightly and looked me in the eyes mouthing a very quiet, but very desperate sounding, “Please may I go to the bathroom now? Please?” her eyes were pleading as much as her words, subtly curtsying in front of me. “Please, look, the port-a-potty line is so long, please I need to go over there right now, Alex. I really need to pee. I really cant hold it much longer.” she said, not letting go of my hand with hers, the tightness of her grip indicating the fullness of her bladder and consequent agony. Still, she was making a huge, and successful effort to drive down her pee dancing and try to remain unnoticed, even in spite of her mother’s embarrassing comments several minutes earlier. “Drink a full glass of lemonade and then I’ll let you stand in line at the port-a-potties.” I said to my cousin, firmly. She just turned back and looked at the concession stand with wide panicky eyes, as her feet started to subtly step from foot to foot, shifting her body weight constantly. Finally the family in front of us finished paying and stepped away, and the cashier, a young man about our age, stared at Shirley’s hard nipples showing brightly through her tight T shirt for a long moment before regaining his focus and paying attention to my father, busy trying to order a round of lemonades for all of us. We all took a glass, and Shirley’s eyebrows furrowed with real concern as she stared down at the liquid, uncertain if she could imbibe it all. Without giving herself a moment to rethink the decision, she downed the entire cup and discarded it into the wastebasket, before trotting quickly away towards the port-a-potty lines without even saying anything. I quickly caught up with her. The line was quite long, as the fair had obviously underestimated the number of fair goers in attendance that year, or just hadn’t provided enough facilities due to a shortage, sheer incompetence, or some other reason. But the line was moving at a crawling pace, and the fair was writhing and seething with hoards of and hoards of West Virginians, families walking by all around us, while the line before us barely moved. A mother with a young boy and young girl stood behind us, and as Shirley kept bouncing up and down in place, her butt jiggling in her too-short-shorts, I noticed the young boys eyes transfixed by Shirley’s jiggling ass. The boy said, “Mommy, why is she bouncing?” I turned round, to see a mother in a long dress shifting her weight from side to side as she frustratedly stood behind us in line. “She probably needs to go to the bathroom like the rest of us.” the mother said, before sighing loudly in frustration, crossing her legs. “But I don't need to go to the bathroom.” the little daughter said. “Neither do I” said the son. The mother retorted in an annoyed-sounding tone. “If you don’t go now, you're gonna have to go later, and these lines are ridiculous.” She sounded particularly annoyed on the word “ridiculous” and her gaze caught mine at this moment too, at which point she flashed me a friendly smile, continuing to cross her legs. She looked to be in her early thirties. She wore a long dress with black and white stripes that went all the way to her ankles, her sandal-clad feet. “But I don't need to go at all, mommy.” said the son, looking around bored. “Okay well maybe it’s not about you. Maybe your mother needs to pee, alright?” snapped the mother with rebuke at her son. “Do you need to pee, mommy?” asked the daughter. “Yes. Mommy needs to pee very badly right now.” the mother stated firmly. Shirley turned round and faced the mother with a smile. “Join the club, I’m about to water the grass.” Shirley said with a strained looking smile, curtsying on the spot where she stood. Shirley clutched herself, then let go again, bobbing on the spot. The mother let out a small chuckle as she too bounced on the spot, saying, “You wouldn’t be the first. Look at all these people going out into the woods. With this kind of a line for the restrooms, they're not going out there bird watching I can tell you that.” the mother said to Shirley and I as she curtsied on the the spot, clutching her children’s hands. Shirley and I turned round and watched, as the mother was right, there were men, and some women, leaving the port-a-potty line altogether as they ducked away sheepishly behind the trees beyond the row of port-a-potties, no doubt looking for a hidden place in the woods to relieve their bladders in private, unable or unwilling to wait any longer for a free stall. “Oh please, Alex, let me go pee in the woods. I seriously cant wait any longer. I really really dont wanna piss my pants in front of everyone like this. Please. Please.” She was pleading so hard with me now that she even had her hands together in a praying motion as she bent her knees up and and down, begging for me to permit her to relieve herself in the woods... TO BE CONTINUED... (WILL WRITE FOR COMMISSIONS! CONTACT ME!) 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Hankjones1738 11 Posted November 17, 2021 Share Posted November 17, 2021 Personal I hope she doesn’t make it would be humiliating for her to have a accident in front of all these people and having to tell her family about it I bet she regrets changing out of her Camo leggings they could probably hide a wet spot but her tight denim shorts give no advantage I wonder if her panties are still dry/ what’s there color/type? and if she doesn’t make it the adults may be mad I mean they barley even showed up and then they would have to leave so she could change any way keep up the amazing story Quote Link to comment
LifeIsStrange 1,003 Posted November 17, 2021 Share Posted November 17, 2021 I quite liked Shirley being denied the ability to pee and her whimpering and squirming over it. Quote Link to comment
Brenman 343 Posted November 17, 2021 Author Share Posted November 17, 2021 PART 5 ANYONE? Quote Link to comment
LifeIsStrange 1,003 Posted November 17, 2021 Share Posted November 17, 2021 30 minutes ago, Brenman said: PART 5 ANYONE? yes please! Quote Link to comment
Brenman 343 Posted November 17, 2021 Author Share Posted November 17, 2021 PART 5 “Oh please, Alex, let me go pee in the woods. I seriously cant wait any longer. I really really dont wanna piss my pants in front of everyone like this. Please. Please.” She was pleading so hard with me now that she even had her hands together in a praying motion as she bent her knees up and and down, begging for me to permit her to relieve herself in the woods. Before I could answer, “Mommy, how are you gonna pee in the port-a-potty if we cant go in with you?” the son asked suddenly. I turned as the mother sighed in real frustration for a moment, looking around, thinking, clearly this predicament hadn't occurred to her til her son pointed it out, they couldn't very well all three fit in the port-a-potty could they? And clearly she didn't want to leave her kids unattended. “Look!” the mother said, stepping from foot to foot. “I’ll just…” (sighing in frustration, stepping up and down from foot to foot) “I’ll just have to wait til..” her voice trailed off as she looked away to a couple of men stepping into the trees to go and piss. “Oh god, come with me.” she begged, as she tugged her children quickly away towards the woods. “Please lets go too. Please lets go too, Alex” Shirley begged me, again grabbing her pussy through her shorts for a moment. “Let’s go to the woods.” I said to her. She immediately grabbed my forearms with both hands tightly, bending close, desperately saying, “Oh thank you thank you thank you” before walking briskly away towards the trees, several men’s eyes glued to her gorgeous butt in her short shorts as she quickly and desperately walked away towards the woods… Upon entering the woods, there were at least six or seven men standing around, peeing into bushes, peeing behind trees. Shirley was tortured by the sound of pissing cocks as she strode through the woods, looking for a place more hidden for her to pee. I followed just several feet behind her, but as we rounded the corner into another little clearing between some more trees and bushes, it was already full with three other men peeing around the perimeter, a forth man zipping up his trousers as he headed back in our direction. The smell of piss everywhere, Shirley grabbed her pussy and squeezed herself through her shorts as she took quick, tense steps through the woodsy clearing, rounding another corner. She was already unbuttoning the top button on the fly of her shorts as she turned the next corner, looking for a place to pee. We were surprised then to walk right onto a squatting teenaged girl, pissing in full delight as she was sighing deeply with relief, not even seeming to care that we saw her, as Shirley and I walked right past her. We rounded another grove of shrubbery and stumbled on the mother and her two kids from the port-a-potty line earlier, the mother dancing in place right there as she let go of her kids hands, and pulled her dress slowly up her legs, bunching it in her hands before her as she collected it. It was a loose dress with lots of fabric, and as it rose up her calves, I noticed the mom couldn't stop stepping back and forth from foot to foot between her children. A man was peeing in the bushes about forty five feet ahead, the woods were just so full of pissing people… “Youre not really gonna pee out here are you mommy?” the son asked his mother. “Yes, alright?! your mother needs to piss.” the mother stepped from foot to foot as she continued gathering up her dress. “Pee! pee! Sorry. Mommy’s sorry, don’t say piss. Say pee.” she said breathlessly as she kept gathering and bunching up her long dress before her, rising past her knees now, her sexy legs being revealed slowly. “Oh my god, I’m sorry!” Shirley said as she stood there frantically stepping back and forth from foot to foot with her daisy dukes fully unzipped, her panties showing as she gripped her shorts on both sides, just dying to pull them down and piss, but knowing she couldn't very well do that and keep her dignity, especially in front of these children. The mother looked over and saw us, and blushed with embarrassment at her current situation as she frantically struggled to gather her dress up around her waist, her sexy black underwear now being revealed as she turned round to face us with shock, not knowing what to say. Shirley couldn't stop walking in place, clutching the sides of her denim shorts. Her eyes looked like she was about to cry as she pee danced standing there in the woods for several seconds as the young girl watched her legs and the boy stared at Shirley’s panties through her unzipped fly. “I’ll wait.” Shirley said. “I’m sorry, theres nowhere to go. I really can’t hold it. I- lll just wait for you to finish and leave, oh god, this is embarrassing, I wont pee in front of your children, I promise.” “It’s okay, don’t worry, it’s not your fault! It’s this fair! Hold mommy’s dress in back, hold mommy’s dress in back!” the mom shouted lightly at her son as she proceeded to squat in rapid speed down to the ground, pulling her panties to the side of her pussy. At once, the mom began peeing with voracious force, letting out an absolute TORRENT onto the ground, her son holding her dress of the ground in back. She let out a huge “OHHH!!!!!” of relief as she she peed and peed with firehose-like force onto the soil beneath her where she squatted. Her daughter watched wide-eyed in disbelief as her mommy peed and peed uncontrollably in front of her, and in front of strangers, in the woods. The mother opened her eyes and looked up sympathetically at Shirley, clearly also dying to relieve herself. “Oh godddd, hey” (exhale) “Hey it’s okay if you need to pee, miss. You don't have to wait for us to leave, it’s okay.” the mother said breathlessly between long exhalations of breath as her vagina continued and continued to fire away, voiding her bladder’s fluids. The mom didn't even seem to notice or care when her puddle got so big that it touched her sandals, she just looked so relieved to finally be peeing, having clearly held it for ages. I noticed the little boy’s eyes locked onto his mothers pissing vagina, probably the first nude vagina he'd ever seen in his life, and here it was his mother, moaning in ecstasy as she pissed and pissed her heart out, too. Shirley just kept bouncing, fighting the urge to pull down her shorts as she noticed the boy kept glancing over in her direction, drinking in the sight of Shirley’s exposed panties before returning his gaze to his mother’s fiercely pissing cunt, her growing puddle of urine on the ground… Shirley finally decided she couldn't wait any longer and began to inch her shorts down her waist slightly before I snapped at her, “Shirley! Dont you dare. You’ll wait til we’re alone.” I said firmly. “Nonsense. Please pee. It’ll take the shame off me. I’m peeing in front of my children for god’s sake, I can’t help it, I held it so long, oh goddd…” the mother said, her words trailing off into a sigh of relief, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy, before she looked up at us laughing a meek and awkward laugh, all of us clearly aware of how loudly her pussy was hissing and pissing at the moment, as she squatted down in front of us in plain view, her bladder forcefully draining it’s contents onto the ground beneath her as her son held her dress off the ground in back. Shirley stared down with sheer envy, seeing this sexy young mom hiss and piss in front of her kids, in front of Shirley and myself, while Shirley mentally forced herself to hold out, and stop holding herself, until this woman had finished and exited stage with her kids. Shirley forced her the top button on her denim shorts fastened again, whimpering lightly with the added pressure on her abdomen. “Huhhhhh” the young mom moaned again, peeing exasperatedly onto the ground beneath her squatting vagina, her splayed legs, her puddle of urine growing large and frothy. Finally, her stream died down to a slow trickle, splashing audibly into the puddle beneath her, before dying down to a slight dribble, til she replaced her panties and stood up, “drop my dress” she said to her son, his eyes glued to his mother’s rear end. He dropped her dress as she turned to us, breathing a last sigh of relief, catching her breath. “Okay, sorry, I’ll leave you to it, then.” she said, before shepherding her kids away in front of her, back in the direction we came. I turned to Shirley, her pee dancing firing up again after the others had left from view. She looked in me with pain in her eyes, this beauty if pain, this damsel in distress, my cousin looked so sexy as she danced and pranced like a horse in place, her long nude legs leading up to her little shorts, her swollen stomach, her winking belly button, her bulbous tits, her white teeth biting her juicy red lips, her eyes showing a mix of worry and anguish… “Please Alex.” she pleaded with me, staring straight into my eyes as she danced. “Please what?” I asked. “Please may I go to the bathroom now?” she said with rapid-fire syllables. “I dont see any bathrooms out here.” I said like a smartass. Shirley clawed through her shorts at her pussy with both hands, hearing this. “Please Alex, I’m gonna piss myself.” she whined. “Ah ah ah. No leaking” I said, wagging my index finger in her face. “I haven’t leaked, I swear.” she said, her voice sounding frantic and strained. “I don’t believe you, prove it.” I demanded, though I never expected what happened next. All I anticipated was for Shirley to remove her hands so that I could inspect the crotch of her shorts for a wet spot, but instead, she ripped down her denim shorts and her PANTIES! showing me her almost nude, tight, muscular, blonde-haired little pussy, her vagina muscles contracting, holding, and trembling with full force, fighting to hold back the flood inside Shirley’s bladder. Her entire abdomen meeting her thighs, and groin area muscles all looked extremely strong, no doubt the result of lots of difficult and hikes and cliff face climbs, being the outdoorsy girl that Shirley was. I’d also never seen blonde pubic hair on a woman before, and my cousins gorgeous cunt, on full showcased display before me, looked so tasty in that moment that I wanted nothing more than to stick my tongue in to taste it. Her pussy just kept trembling, refusing to let a single drop of urine escape her tight, and gorgeous body. “See, I’m dry, no leaks. Now please let me pee, Alex. Please…” she begged like a schoolgirl as I dipped my head low to inspect her gorgeous womanhood, breathing in lightly with my nostrils. She started prancing around in circles in the small clearing in front of me, lifting he knees high in the air like a trotting horse as she walked. “Please, I’ve held it since we got to the house yesterday. Please Alex, I haven’t peed in like twenty four hours now.” she whined as she continued to walk feverishly in circles in front of me, her shorts still pulled down around her thighs, her gorgeously round ass sticking out above her shorts, jiggling beautifully with each of her bouncing, fidgety steps. I paused, then asked her, “Why are you a Tomboy, Shirley, pretty girl like you? What gives? What made you this way?” I asked. She continued to dance in feverish circles in front of me, unable to stop moving. “I just, I always liked boy things, but I also wanted to prove I can do anything a man can do. I never wanted to feel less than a guy, I guess.” she said. “Okay, well I’m glad you say that, cause guess what I saw down one of the aisles at this ridiculous redneck fair?” I said. “What? what did you see? Alex, I’m sorry but can I please pee?” she begged. I looked down at her ass as she walked like a horse in circles before me, that lovely round rear end, that pornstar ass, finally free of her shorts, naked in front of me, bouncing and quivering all over the place as she couldn't stand still for a second, that perfect Jada Stevens ass on the body of my pretty-faced country-girl cousin with gorgeous tits. Looking down at her big round butt jiggle and sway, I stopped resisting, did exactly what I wanted to do in the heat of that sexy, aroused moment. I pulled my hand back high in the air when she turned away from me, and quickly brought it down SMACK! through the air as I SLAPPED Shirley HARD on her left ass cheek, her whole butt quivering with the ripple effect. She fell forward and braced herself on the tree before her, letting out a shriek as she clutched her pussy tightly with her free hand, stopping herself quickly from peeing in her shorts. She held herself up against the tree, and slowly turned around to face me, looking entirely confused as to what happened. She just stared at me, then averted her gaze to my raised hand, then reached down and touched her beautiful butt cheek where I slapped her, observing the red, stinging hand mark left behind. I stepped up closer to her stopping inches from her face as I gazed at my gorgeous cousin. She just searched my eyes for some sort of answers, mouthing a quiet, “What was that?”, before her look turned quickly to one of fleeting desire, as Shirley grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in, making out with me for a few seconds, kissing me longingly and deeply, her tongue pulling on mine. I squeezed her right breasts tightly, feeling the soft yet firm water balloon consistency, pinching the tight little nipple. I reached down with my other hand and got a big handful of ass as I squeezed Shirley’s bulbous cheek. My cock was straining against the inside of my jeans hard. I wanted nothing more at that moment than to fuck my sexy cousin right there in the woods. She quickly pushed me away, seeming to remember suddenly that we were related, we just looked at each other silently a few seconds, before she slowly shook her head as if to say, “this is not a good idea.” I just stared right back into her eyes and said, “When we first entered the fair, there were two contests I saw going on, there was a wet T shirt contest full of young women like you, but then further down the line, on the other side of the port-a-potties, there were guys competing to see who could stand on one of the amplifiers over there, and pee further then the others…” Shirley curtsied at the word “pee” her legs dancing and writhing where she stood. “Compete in one of those contests, Shirley, and then pee after that, you officially have my permission. But remember Shirley, you say you wanna prove you can do anything a guy can do right?” I said. Trembling, Shirley put a hard look on her face after a long moment and said, “Where’s the fucking contest?” she asked. 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