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(male piss story) one day i was walking home from a mall in a thunder storm.
it was raining/hailing i stopped half way across the
center street bridge waiting for the hail to stop but
i continued. i was soaked. i got to the top of hill i had
to piss so i just let it go in a public park. my pants were
soaked already. when i got home i was shivvering i
took a warm shower. it was great.
any other public piss stories (female-prefered)
I've been wetting my panties for several years and discovered the thrill of actually wetting my pants last summer. I can hardly get enough of that feeling when I first start to let it go, when I can't quite tell if I'm getting wet or not, but it seems to be getting warmer in my crotch. Then the pee starts to flow faster and my panties quickly become soaked and that hot liquid flows back along my crack, making my entire bottom hot before it begins to overflow and run down my legs. I almost always masturbate when I wet myself, I just can't help it. The sensations from my pussy are simply too strong to ignore. I've sort of fallen into a pattern though, and a couple of weeks ago I started thinking I wanted to try something new.
I wet myself deliberately- I don't usually try to hold it until I'm desperate and the only real thrill I get from being desperate is the knowledge that I will soon let it all go into my clothes. I've never been a bed-wetter, not even as a little girl. From the time I have been out of diapers I've had it all pretty much under control, but one of the pictures on a web site started me thinking about wetting the bed. I couldn't get that image out of my mind. Somehow the idea of wet panties and that trickle of piss over the leg and onto the bed all while asleep just stuck with me. Unlike a lot of women, (so I understand - I haven't actually asked) I tend to get turned on by visuals. A picture or the sight of someone sexy always heats me up. I found myself visualizing it during the day and getting all hot and horny when I did. Finally I started wondering what that would feel like - to pee while sleeping. Would I wake up when I did it?
Would it make me horny? Was it even possible for someone to deliberately wet the bed like that? If it was going to happen I wanted it to happen while I was asleep. The idea of it being completely (OK, mostly) out of my control really turns me on. Finally I decided that I was going to try it.
Well, first of all, I wasn't going to get my mattress all wet. Ruining an expensive bed just for kicks isn't my idea of smart, but I got suddenly shy about it and couldn't bring myself to buy a plastic mattress cover. Instead, after a bit of thought, I picked up a large plastic tablecloth. It was big enough to cover the entire mattress and tuck in around the edges, so I figured it would work great. As soon as I got into bed I discovered a problem, though. The plastic was noisy and uncomfortable with just a sheet over it, so I went and got several of my large bath towels and put them down over the plastic and under the sheet. That actually made a very comfortable bed, maybe even more so than the mattress by itself. But that wasn't enough; I had to try to get myself ready.
I decided that I would have to go to bed really bursting for a pee in order to be able to wet the bed while I slept, so I drank a bunch of water over the hour or so before I went to bed. Not really the best plan! By the time I got into bed I was already starting to feel the need to pee and long before I could fall asleep that need was dominating my thoughts. There was simply no way that I could possibly fall asleep while both my bladder and pussy were screeming for relief. Finally, after trying unsuccessfully to fall asleep for a couple of hours I went to the bathroom and peed in the toilet. I tried to only go part way, so that there would still be a chance that I would wet the bed, but once I got started I couldn't stop. The net result was that I went to sleep and slept through until morning dry as a bone.
Obviously this was going to take some re-thinking. You don't just change the ingrained habits of a lifetime by deciding that you want to do something different. For the next several nights I tried various ways to make it work, but every time I either ended up not being able to go to sleep until after I had peed or waking up in the morning with a very full bladder but a dry bed.
I finally decided that I would have to somehow trick my subconscious into thinking that it was perfectly OK to wet the bed. So, for about a week I went to bed each night after drinking several large glasses of water and I would deliberately pee just enough to get the crotch of my panties wet. I've had a lot of experience with controlling my pee into my pants and have developed real good control, but lying in bed was a different story. At first I just couldn't do it, no matter what I tried my subconscious kept things locked up tight. Finally my deep breathing exercises relaxed me to the point where I was able to let out a good long squirt while lying there.
The only problem that first time was that it felt so good that I had to reach down and see how wet I was. The crotch of my panties was wet, but I had been lying on my back, so most of the pee had run down my crack and soaked into the back of my panties and pajamas. I rubbed it around a bit, enjoying the damp, but then decided that it should really be a bit wetter, so once again I relaxed and tried to pee a bit, this time with my hand cupped over my pussy to feel it when it came. It took a bit, especially since I kept playing with myself while trying to relax. Finally I felt a tiny squirt against my finger, followed a moment later by a much longer one. This time, with my hand right there, some of the pee was deflected up toward my stomach. It was just one short wave that pulsed up through my tiny bush, but the heat of it drove me wild. I squeezed out another long stream, at least a couple of seconds, and carefully directed it all upwards. It was like a red-hot tidal wave flowing up onto my middle. As that hot pee flowed up onto me there was a roaring in my ears as I frantically rubbed at my clit. I arched my butt up off the bed so that more of the pee could flow onto me and released another spurt. This time it ran up past my bellybutton almost to my breasts and, gasping for air, I flopped back down and rubbed myself, no longer caring about peeing or not, only seeking the release of a major orgasm. In moments I started to cum, first just a small tickle that quickly became a throbbing rush of pleasure. Along with the orgasm my sphincter finally let go and I dimly realized that I was peeing while I came. As my spasms subsided I was still peeing, pouring out all that had built up from the water I had been drinking.
At last I was emptied out, and for a time I just lay there trying to get my breath. It had been a powerful orgasm, one of my best, but now the bed was soaked, my bladder was empty and I still hadn't actually accomplished what I set out to do - not that I was complaining about what I had just enjoyed! Still...
After a couple of nights of wetting just a bit (I did actually get it under control after the first time!) it started to get easier. I was able to simply get into bed and let out the amount I wanted, usually just one good squirt. What I wanted was to be wet enough to feel wet without actually getting the bed wet. By the end of a week I could casually lie down and let out that squirt without any struggle at all, but I still couldn't do it while sleeping. I had pretty much decided to give up.
Yesterday I was invited to a barbeque at a neighbor's house. They are a nice couple and they occasionally invite me if her brother is coming over. I think they are trying to do some matchmaking. George is a big, handsome guy who drives a truck. He is intelligent, funny and nice, but he has no ambition to do more than to be a truck driver. I'm sort of his stock date when he is in the area, an arrangement I don't mind because I'm not hung up on him and we can have fun together without complications. This time he had brought his truck and wanted to show me the new computer in it with satellite phone hookup and GPS. Pretty cool technology!
George was leaving on a haul early in the morning, so he only had one beer, but, seeing as it was Saturday night, I decided to drink his as well as mine! Naturally enough, after a couple of beers I trotted off to the bathroom.
" ;Sure glad you're not riding with me." George called after me. "As often as you have to stop I'd never make any money."
"I've just got an efficient set of kidneys."
"And a small bladder to go with them." He retorted.
"Well what do you expect? All of me is small."
"Most of you. But not all!" This with a rather meaningful glance at my bust, which, truthfully, isn't small and on someone my size looks much bigger than it really is.
Discretion being the better part of valor, I retreated to the bathroom without letting things deteriorate any farther. But the stage was set. For the rest of the afternoon and evening I got thoroughly teased every time I went to pee, and if it had been very long I was solicitously asked if I didn't need to make a "little trip". It got pretty hilarious before I finally headed home about 11:00.
George wanted to walk me home, and I didn't really mind. We got to the door and I turned to him. "Give me a goodnight kiss, George. Then let me go to bed."
" Gladly, my dear!"
And so he did. And boy did he! I've been kissed a few times, even a few times by George, but he really went to town on it this time. He finished off by giving my tit a little squeeze and left me with a nice pat on the butt. I knew he was mainly teasing, but Damn! Now I was so totally hot and horny that something was going to have to happen, and my full bladder was giving me ideas.
Despite all the beer I was still wide-awake, so I decided to just take a bit of the pressure off my bladder then watch a movie - other things could wait.
After a trip to the bathroom where I peed just enough to feel comfortable again I wandered back into the living room, stuck a Cary Grant movie into the DVD player and settled down with a beer from the fridge.
I had just finished a bowl of popcorn and was well into my second beer, feeling just a nice buzz, when I realized that the crotch of my jeans was wet. They weren't soaked, but somewhere along in there, while watching the movie, I had peed a bit without noticing it. Naturally, being me- I had to check it out some more.
Oh! It was nice! When I stood in front of the mirror it was a beautiful dark patch on my jeans. Not huge, not running downn my legs, but a teaser. Just about the width of my hand at the top where the pee had come out and narrowing down into my crotch it then spread again to be a little wider than my hand. I could tell my panties were thoroughly wet and the view was making me weak in the knees. While I watched in the mirror I let some more go, just enough to momentarily darken the front again. The sudden shininess as my pee flowed into the material made me catch me breath and as the wet heat spread down my crack that familiar knot in my guts started up again. Another few drops carefully leaked and the wet spot grew a bit more. Now the formerly narrow part was wider since I was standing while I went.
Just a bit more- a large spot now and I can hardly stand still. I want to squirm around and somehow relieve the tension building in my pussy, but not yet, watching my reflection is too delicious. Another few drops - or maybe I will let out even more than a few. Now the wet spot isn't symmetrical anymore, it has spread halfway across the front of my jeans and extends a few inches down one leg.
Another bit, more a squirt than a trickle this time, and a few drops fall from my saturated crotch. Suddenly I feel the heat extend down my leg as a dark streak appears almost to my knee.
Now I can touch myself. Gently I run my hands down from my waist to the edge of the wetness. The denim is warm and I move it slightly against my skin as I slide my hands down onto my legs than back up the inside of my thighs to the dripping center. A gentle rub, and I shudder with the strength of the feelings and another spurt escapes. I cup one hand over my crotch, pressing on my mound, so that I can feel the pee against my fingers. "It's time," I think as my other hand unbuttons the waistband of my jeans so that I can slip a hand inside.
It is dripping, a steaming cavern inside of my jeans. My hand descends into it, groping toward that pleasure spot. I move my fingers through the wet curls and gently wiggle a finger between my lips until it touches my clit. Fire rushes through my veins as I gently stroke it then cup my hand over my mound, finger still between the lips, and I relax.
There is a moment of delay- a moment that I spend wondering if it is going to come. Then it starts. Just a tiny trickle that soon becomes a hard stream against my fingers. It spreads down my thighs. I can feel it, but can no longer see because my eyes are squeezed shut as my orgasm builds. My feet. I feel my feet getting hot, my socks are soaked and I know I'm standing in a puddle, but I'm still peeing. Then the heat in my guts bursts out and I start to shake. Wave after wave of shuddering pleasure as I come. I dimly realize that I have dropped to my knees, then that I am sitting on the floor in a puddle of piss while I fight to start breathing again. As the last bit of pee drains from my bladder I give a final small caress and after a moment stand up, soaked and happy and still trembling just a bit.
It is while I was taking a nice warm shower that it occurred to me that I had peed without knowing it when I was watching the movie. Maybe if I was a bit drunk when I went to bed I could pee while I was asleep. The night was still young (ok, the morning by now) and it was a Saturday night so I had nothing to do the next day. And I did have plenty of beer in the 'fridge. This was definitely starting to look like a plan.
An hour and two beers later the movie was over and I was in my pajamas, getting into bed. I had peed once while the movie was still finishing, but just minutes before going to bed I drank two large glasses of water, I figured that they would do the trick added on top of the beer. I didn't feel like I needed to go, but I hoped it would work. It was late and I was really getting tired, the beer had reached the point where it was putting me to sleep, too, so I slipped into bed and started to drift off.
I was dreaming - not surprisingly or unusually - about sex. I was having sex with someone; I could feel them in a vague sort of way slipping in and out of me. I could feel that my pussy was hot and slippery around him. Then he came, and I could feel his hot juices pouring into me and filling me and running out of me. My crotch grew hot and wet with his fluids and I was nearly coming myself when I suddenly woke up. I could still feel the heat and wetness of my lover's fluids from my dream, so my hands moved to my crotch to take advantage of the horny feelings. Suddenly I jerked upright as my hands encountered not the smooth material of my pajamas, but soaking wet cotton with a hard stream of piss pouring through them! I really had been feeling warm fluids, not just dreaming about them. For a moment I grabbed at myself, trying to stop the flood, but an instant later I relaxed and began to rub my soaked pussy through my pajamas and panties while my pee continued to pour out. I could feel the wetness under my butt and even partway up my back as I quickly climaxed. It wasn't one to write home about, but I don't think I've ever come quicker.
As my orgasm faded and the last bit of pee escaped I just felt incredibly warm, cozy and somehow insulated from the world. It was a wonderfully relaxing feeling and within minutes I had gone back to sleep with one hand still between my soaked legs and the other somehow having found its way under my pajama top and bra to cup my breast.
An hour or so later I woke again, at first not sure what had been a dream and what was reality, but I could easily feel that I was soaked and lying in a wet bed, now not as warm as it had been, but still kept warm by the heat of my body. As I wiggled around a bit the wet towels under me squished and I came in contact with some of the wet areas that hadn't stayed warm. The contrast had me out of bed in a moment! My pajamas were wet clear to my ankles and clung to me all the way. The back of them was wet clear to my shoulders and now that I was out of the bed they were starting to feel cold and uncomfortable, so I grabbed all the bedding off the bed and hustled it down the hall to the washing machine then headed back to my bathroom for a shower. Because I always feel a bit strange running around the house naked, I still had my wet pajamas on, so it only seemed natural to step into the shower without undressing. It also seemed natural to, before removing my clothes, relax and flood them again with hot pee while playing with myself.
As I came to my third climax of the night I had to laugh, wondering what George would think of all this.
My name is Megan, and I am 16 years old
One time I was at a sleepover with my friends (and a few guys). We made up a stupid game called "Pee pressure".
We would go to the toilet first, then drink 5 glasses of coke. We did other things until about 2 hours later, when we would start the game. We had to sit completely still and if we even squirmed, we had to take off an item of clothing! I was already desperate by the time we started but I was determined to see some guys strip naked, because I thought I could beat them.
The game started and the guys looked very cool and in control, but I was fighting a fierce battle inside me already. After 30 mins of agony, we had to drink another glass of coke. I looked around at everyone, most of the girls seemed to be desperate as well, but so far, no one had made a move. Suddenly, to my horror, my foot started shaking, I tried to stop it but it was impossible.
"Ahah&qu ot; one of the guys yelled, pointing at me. I groaned, then realised that was a mistake, as that was also a sign of weakness, so I took off my shoes and socks. Some of the guys looked very bad now, because they had probably expected girls to strip quicker than this, so they could get a little harder and relax a bit due to pee-lock. After another 10 mins, the last glass of coke hit me, the pain was overwhelming, but I held on. I was starting to feel very dizzy, and I found myself on the floor. This was bad. Obviously everyone had noticed that so off came more clothes.
After five more mins, everyone had taken some clothes off, one more move and I would be showing everyone some parts I had never shown before. A particularly large throb of pain caused me to yelp. For some reason I didnt even care about being naked, I was too busy trying not to go. After five more mins I couldnt bear it, I threw off my panties and thrust my finger straight into my pee-hole, this gave me some relief and some guys definately some pleasure.
After ten more minutes everyone was naked, I had somehow set everyone off into a fit of fidgeting.
Then, the inevitable happened, a squirt of pee shot out between my finger. I started wriggling around and moaning from the pain. This set everyone off as well. To someone watching it would have looked like a massive orgy, but noone touching each other. Someone finally gave in and just peed, this set most people off, including me, the pressure from my bladder shot pee so hard it hit the roof and sprayed everywhere. Relief flooded me even though there was still pain. After I had finished (at least 2 mins) I realised my clit was very swollen and I was feeling extremely horny. I looked around at all the naked bodies and I felt an overwhelming feeling. I madly started fingering myself in a kind of dream, the wet pee increasing my sense of bliss. After a massive orgasm, I stopped and looked around, some girls had done exactly the same as me. And the guys were looking extremely hard.
There was pee everywhere, we had endured extreme pain, but somehow we felt good. After cleaning up the mess, we actually found ourselves organising another one!
Today was a weekday, but Kate did not go to school - being in Year 12 had its advantages, you could get away with a few absences, and the lessons scheduled for today were for subjects she found easy. Her father was at work as usual, and her mother had gone out for the day to see a friend.
This seemed the perfect day for something a bit daring. Since her humiliation in the hospital she'd felt it would be a challenge to try to hold on in public again. But not somewhere too public, she thought, I don't want my friends to see me... suddenly, inspiration struck - the path up the mountain. If you walked up the hill from her house, a path went up the hillside and onto the open moorland at the top. It was mostly exposed, nowhere really to hide, but on a midweek day like today it wasn't likely that many people would be up there.
She'd already had a couple of mugs of coffee that morning, and now she put on some "sensible" shoes and a light jacket, then downed a couple of pints of water and set out. As she walked up the road, she was aware of a mild need to pee already, and the water she'd drunk hadn't taken effect yet.
Perfect. Suddenly, she heard a voice calling her name. She looked around to see who it was - it was Adam, a friend of the family. He was somewhat older than her, and she'd developed a liking for him that threatened to go beyond ordinary friendship. He worked mostly from home in some computer business, she remembered, so it wasn't surprising that he was around when other folks were at work.
"Mind if I join you?" he asked, "I've been trying to work, but a lovely spring day like this makes it difficult."
Kate considered briefly. Her plans didn't involve others, but she didn't want to seem rude. "OK," she said noncommittally, "I was just going for a walk." On second thought, she decided, it added a spice to the proceedings- she'd try to hold on without Adam becoming aware. It'd be more of a challenge, especially when she became desperate.
They walked up the lane, and came to the beginning of the path. By now, Kate was definitely feeling pressure in her bladder, and she had to tighten her muscles hard every time her bladder contracted. They started up the path, it was slippery and she skidded once, and then gasped slightly as the effort to keep her balance put extra strain on her rapidly filling bladder.
Adam looked at her, "here, take my hand." He was wearing some enormously solid walking boots, and didn't seem to notice the slickness of the mud.
Kate took his hand shyly, wondering if he was harboring thoughts about her; he'd always treated her as a child, hitherto - sort of like a favorite niece or a younger sister, she thought, but now her body was rapidly maturing.
Hand in hand, they continued upwards. They came out of the sparse trees, and onto the open moorland. The gradient eased here, and Adam strode forward at an increased pace. Kate tried to keep up, but she found herself struggling to hold on, and she had to slow down.
Adam looked around, "what's up?"
"Oh, I'm just a bit out of breath," said Kate.
"What, you? No way! You're always first to the top of anything!" he retorted. Kate didn't reply, but she couldn't risk walking any faster, her bladder was demanding relief now.
Adam watched her. "Something's wrong with you," he said.
"It's nothing," said Kate, "just... well... I need to pee." She blushed slightly.
"Is that all?" said Adam with a grin. "You should drink less coffee in the mornings!" If only you knew, thought Kate. He turned to her - "Do you want to go back down?"
"I'll be OK," she said, and she seemed to have suppressed the urge for now.
They carried up to the top of the hill, and sat on a grassy bank to admire the view. Kate shivered slightly in the breeze.
"You're cold," he said, and moved to sit beside her, sheltering her. Kate didn't reply, at that moment she was fighting a powerful need to pee. She leaned against him and he put his arm around her shoulders. She squirmed slightly, as her bladder threatened to let go - she would have to pee soon, and no mistake. Adam noticed. "Let's go back down, you look as if you really do need that toilet!"
Kate smiled weakly, "I am getting a bit desperate."
They walked back to towards the top of the path. Adam had taken her hand again, and once again she wondered if he was thinking of her more as a young woman than as a young girl, but the state of her bladder soon pushed such thoughts from her mind. She was feeling an uncomfortable ache in her midriff and an urgent feeling from up inside her pussy, not like the feeling of "normal" desperation, and as they walked along she felt a growing pressure in her bowels. Damn, she thought, that's all I need now. She made an extra effort and tightened her anus as well.
The pressure eased but she felt a renewed, even stronger urge to pee. Unconsciously, she gripped Adam's hand tightly.
"You OK?" he asked.
"Not really, I'm bursting," she said. They were back to the trees now, and he said, "Well, why not hide behind one of the trees?"
" ;I think I can manage to get home," she said. As she spoke, the wave of pressure in her bladder lessened slightly, but her bowels began to contract instead. She stopped abruptly and strained her sphincter hard. In spite of her efforts a succession of small farts escaped, and she felt herself blushing. The contraction eased, but almost immediately she felt a renewed surge of pressure in her bladder. Forgetting her decision not to be obvious, she pressed herself between her legs hoping to relieve the terrible ache in her pee hole, while she bobbed up and down. Adam looked at her with a strange expression.
"I really think you should go behind one of these trees."
" I can't," Kate said without thinking "cos I'm dying for a poo as well!" She blushed again; she must've sounded like a schoolgirl. Adam didn't seem to notice, though, he just said "do you think you can make it to my house? It's nearer than yours."
"I'll try," she said, "just give me a moment." Her bowels and bladder were both straining together and for a frantic moment she was almost out of control. Somehow she found the strength to tighten her hold momentarily, and the desperate urges subsided slightly. "Let's go," she said, "before I lose it."
"I didn't know you were into this sort of thing," said Adam.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Watersports, holding games, that kind of thing," he replied.
"What makes you think that?" Kate asked.
"Well," he replied, "takes one to know one, I guess."
"You mean you..." she said.
"I've been into it for ages," he replied.
Kate was about to reply, when she felt a renewed surge of pressure in her bowels. She stopped and struggled to hold it. Her bladder was threatening to let go as well. "I don't...think I can..." she said between gritted teeth. She felt herself balanced on the edge of disaster. Her sphincters were strained to the limit, and she felt the sloshing liquid in her bladder start to move downward. "Oh nooo!" she said, "I'm going to pee my pants!" Her brain was sending panic messages to her sphincters, but she couldn't hold back any more. A sharp pain hit her bladder and she gave a small squeak. "Oh God, I can't hold it!" Adam took her by the arm and led her forcibly off the path into the trees. "Help!" she cried, as she felt the poop start to move again. "It's coming out!!"
"Qui ck" he said, "get your pants down!"
She fumbled desperately but her swollen tummy made the button tighter than usual, and she felt a 2-second spurt of pee escape. Instinctively she leaned forwards and crossed a leg to try and prevent more coming, and as she did so she felt her anus start to give way. She yanked her jeans down to her knees and sat down abruptly on the ground. A flood of pee began to pour into her panties.
The pressure of her bottom on the ground blocked her bowels though, and they cramped painfully. Her anus was relaxed, now, but there was no way for the contents of her bowels to escape. Eventually, the flood of pee subsided, but her bowels were still cramping, and she didn't dare move. After a few seconds, there was a gurgling noise from inside her, and the pressure eased abruptly.
"Go d, that was close," she said. "Needing a dump as well wasn't part of the plan."
She pulled her shoes and jeans off, and then stood up. Her legs were long and quite shapely, Adam noticed. She blushed once again as she noticed his scrutiny. "Keep a look out for me, please? I want to get these wet panties off."
Adam obligingly looked away, making a show of peering down the path. After a few moments, Kate said, "OK, I'm decent now." He turned back, and she was dressed again - her jeans had avoided the flood, with just a small damp patch in the crotch, hardly noticeable. "Let's get you back to my house," he said, "and you can clean up." He took her hand again, and they went back to the path and carried on downwards but just then......
[To be continued]
How come I can never find a girl into watersports like those on this site? I have had plenty of girlfriends but none of them like it? HELP - it's not fair!
When i was in the 8th my parents went out for the night and I had my girlfriend come over. She made herself comfortable in my house, so we took it to the bed room she sat down and my bed made weird noise, she thought she'd sat on something weird so she checked it out what she found were my plastic sheets, I was humiliated but i said it was because my dog sleeps with me and i didn't want my matress to smell like dog, I was beginning to turn red so i left the room, when I came back she had found my a few pairs of Good Nights. I said it was my little brothers and he keeps that stuff in my room so his friends don't find it. Well by this time my face was bright red and that's when my condition kicked in(when I get nervous or too flustered I start to wet myself) well it took her about 2 seconds to notice that as we were talking the crouch of my pants got about 3 shades darker and the urine started running down my leg. She was cool and we're still together and as far as I know she never told anyone.
I'm the only girl in a group of guy friends. We like to play funny harmless prank. So one day at school this girl, I'll call her Gaby, really pissed us off by saying "I will never be embaressed then you must be, befriending only boys at age 16." It kind of upset me, and when I told my friends they said, "She wants embaressment? We can do it." Or something like that. I called Gaby and said I was upset by what she said, and pretended to cry. I said how I was never acepted by girls and I always wanted someone to do my makeup and choose outfits with. She's a sweethearted person so she asked me to sleepover that Friday night. I went over, and gave her a little gift. We had a long night. So the next morning I faked a call on my cell phone and told Gaby all my friends were catching an early movie and hanging out at the mall a few towns away. She likes one of the boys in my clan, so agreed to tag along. We made sure she ate tons of buttered popcorn and when she complained of thirst I ran out at got her a 64 ounce Code Red Mountain Dew. (in case your interested, Code Red is proven to pass through your body fast...try it!). She drank at it all, and then we said wed treat her to lunch. My guy friend, ill call him "J", got the dranks and slipped a supposatory in hers. He said that it would make her be able to control her bladder for an hour, then she would get badly desperate. So we shopped around, sometiems with the boys, sometimes not, then we went into that store "Origin". It had a few mini waterfalls to calm people, and when she saw them she tensed up and grabbed me. I knew what was happening so I said "Don't tickle me!!' and tickled her. No..no...she whispoered. Then, innocently, I said, What is it Gabs?? She looked despereate and said, "I have to get to a bathroom immediately. It's an emergency. I have to pee so bad, Stella." I said, youll be fine, give me too more minutes ok? She sighed and pushed herself into a corner, bubbling around. I took a good 15 minutes paying. It was amazing. She had her hand jammed tight into her jeans when came to get her. I said fine lets ask someone about a bathroom. She was so happy, but I noticed she could hardly walk, it was GREAT to watch her suffer. I made her do three escalators before she loudly said Stella, RIGHT NOW, please, you don't UNDERSTNAD, and started pushing her ugly fat vagina (shes actually super skinny, and was wearing tight fad-like jeans. I gotta get to the bottom. She yelled I gotta piss irhgt now. I said youll be fine and she looked so pained. She saw the place with fountains and toilets and tried to hobble over, totally crying. All the guys showed up right there and said mmm were thirsty got out water and strted drink so fast that Gaby didnt even have a minute to regain her cool. She was instantly wetting her pants, super bad too becaus eshe had a drink or two, CODE RED and a peeing pill. "J" took her picture as she peed and cried. She was frozen in her spot when she walked away. It was classic even though one of my friends said he felt really bad because he has an overactive bladder and knows how she had to feel. IT WAS GREAT!!!
Has anyone ever had a no-peeing contest with their friends?
I was at a friend's birthday party and had gone into the bathroom for a poop. I can't remember why, but for some reason, I didn't lock the door.
All at once a girl (not my girlfriend, but one I knew very well) came rushing into the bathroom with her dress pulled up and her hand between her legs holding her pussy. She was wearing beautiful white cotton panties (my favorite kind of panties) but I couldn't see them very good at that time. When she saw me sitting here she said,"Oh God, I've got to pee so bad, what can I do?" I was immediately turned on and my heart started to beat faster. It was a big turn-on to see her standing there with her dress pulled up, her hand rubbing and squeezing between her legs, and doing her cute little pee-pee dance even though I had seen her in bra and panties several times.
She really had to pee bad and I thought she would pee on the floor because I thought I could see a few drops of pee trickling down her leg. I said,"Come on. You can pee with me." I was kidding but she was so desperate to pee that she jumped over and sat on my lap facing me. She didn't pull her panties down and I could feel pee squirting thru them even before she sat all the way down.
She sat there hugging me and peeing for a long time. She was sighing and breathing hard like she had been running. I thought she was having an orgasm but she told me later that she didn't cum but the relief after holding it for so long was almost as good as an orgasm. I have never felt anything as good as her soft wet cotton panties on my bare legs and her hot pee squirting on my cock and running down over my balls.
After she finished peeing she sat there a few minutes and let me play with her wet pussy. I had played with her pussy several times before, but I was surprised at how much better it felt when she had on a pair of wet panties. I helped her take off her wet panties and dried her wet pussy with some TP.
She let me keep her panties and for weeks I would lay in bed at night and masturbate while feeling and smelling them.
Not long ago I took my girlfriend out to a dance club and before long, she suddenly starts peeing in her fucking panties. I admit I got super turned on seeing her do this but still felt uneasy about it and told her so. She just laughs and dares me to piss in my fucking pants. "You know you want to!" she tells me. I told her I'd be happy to piss myself when we got home but she kept insisting I do it there in the club and if I didn't she said she wouldn't let me fuck her that night. By then I was already hornier than shit so wet myself I did, only I pissed more than I had intended because my pants were really soaked afterwards. My girlfriend thought this was just hilarious. I guess someone spotted our wet condition because this manager type ass-hole came over to our table and said we would have to leave. My girl friend got real pissed-off and started swearing at the fucker (she has a potty mouth almost has bad as mine) and a big scene erupted with everyone in the place starring at us and our wet fucking clothes. Now every time I take her anywhere, I'm always afraid she'll start wetting her fucking panties again and wanting me to do the same.