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Little explanation is needed here ... these are confessions that are just plain gross. Maybe a poop accident, or a pee story. A puking your guts out after binge drinking confession ... you get the idea. No holds barred.

If you or someone else got totally grossed out, wants to hear about it!
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    Posted by Anonymous

    I asked my older sister to wake me up one Saturday morning when I was 15 because I had to go to swimming club and my alarm clock had broken. I was woken up to the sound of her laughing. For some reason I had wet my bed, the reason why I still don't know to this day as I had stopped doing that when I was about 2. The covers had slipped off me and my pyjamas and sheets were soaked. My brother was walking past my room and my sister dragged him in to come and have a look. They grabbed the covers off me and I started crying a bit because I was so embarrassed. In the end they left me alone and went downstairs to tell my mom. I could hear them both still laughing from my room. My mom came upstairs and was so sympathetic that it made me feel even more embarrassed. It hasn't happened since. I think that was one of the most embarrassing days of my entire life.

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    Posted by Anonymous

    I put a large green booger on the teacher's computer screen

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    Posted by Anonymous

    When I was 12 I had a very bad case of flu. My dad was working from home so that he could keep an eye on me. I felt sick all the time so I hadn't eaten for days and even drinking water made me want to throw up. I had been in bed for a few days and my parents were getting worried because I seemed to be getting worse. My dad had tried to get me to eat some soup but I was refusing. In the end he force fed me like a baby and I was so weak that I couldn't refuse and had to swallow everything. My mum phoned the house in the evening and said that her car had broken down and could my dad go and pick her up from work when my sister arrived home. My dad didn't want to leave my mum stuck at work and my sister would be home about 10 minutes after my mum phoned, so thinking I'd be ok for a little while he left the house. But my sister had had a huge argument with her boyfriend that day and gone to a bar after work to drown her sorrows. My dad had been gone for a few minutes when I realised I needed to puke. I also had to pee pretty bad. I didn't know this at the time but I had a nasty urinary infection as I hadn't been drinking very much and had been holding my water in for too long instead of making the effort to get out of bed. I had pain in my abdomen because of this infection, but my whole body hurt so it kind of blended in and I was too out of it to notice it hurt more in any specific area. I struggled to get to the bathroom, trembling and sweating. I was so weak because I hadn't really eaten anything for ages that my legs gave way halfway across the landing to the bathroom and I fell on the floor. I couldn't move, I was too tired and I threw up all over the landing. Then I passed out. I have no idea how long I lay there surrounded by my own sick, it could have been minutes, it could have been a couple of hours, but the next thing I knew was that my parents were standing over me. They were very worried by this time and my dad took me to hospital. I can't really remember the car journey there as I was passed out through most of it. I had lost all energy to speak or move by this time. My dad put his arm around me and helped me to walk into hospital, no matter how ill or out of it I was I was determined that he wasn't going to carry me. We were checking into reception when I got a sudden pain in my bladder and remembered that I had to pee. I was clinging on to my dad and the energy was seeping out of me. I looked up at him and tried to tell him that I had to go, but I didn't have the energy to speak. The next thing I knew I was wetting myself in front of everyone in the hospital reception, the receptionist, the doctors, the nurses and patients waiting to be treated. I looked down at myself in disbelief and started crying. My dad hadn't noticed what was happening, and when he realised he looked really upset, that his 12 year old daughter who had just left childhood and was becoming a woman was so ill that she was regressing to being a baby again. The expression on his face made me feel even worse and made me cry harder. One of the nurses came and put me in a wheelchair and took me to a room where she gave me a hospital gown to wear. Thankfully she fitted a catheter after that so I didn't embarrass myself again.

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    Posted by Anonymous

    Sharon picked up her card. It was the 8 of hearts. "Lower" she said, hesitantly, "I hate 8s." She picked up the next card. It was the king of hearts. "Damn!" she said and started to undo her shorts. Soon she sat across from me in only her sports bra and brief blue cotton panties. It was my turn....

    Sharon had joined our engineering group a couple of months before. We worked together on a design team and related well socially. Last week she had asked me if I'd like to go on a picnic with her. She had found a lovely park, she said, where we could enjoy the lovely spring weather and still be virtually alone. She certainly was right about that! From the small clearing where we sat we couldn't see any other people. When I remarked about that Sharon said that she'd gone to some effort to locate a spot where we would have privacy. We had eaten a light picnic lunch and washed it down with wine coolers. I could begin to feel the alcohol taking effect and was also becoming aware that I would need a toilet soon when Sharon got out a deck of cards and asked if I'd like to play a game of high/low. "You know the game" she said. "You draw a card, then guess whether the next card will be higher or lower." "If you guess wrong, you have to pay a forfeit."

    &q uot;What will the forfeit be?" I asked.

    "You have to take off an article of clothing."

    Well, it was a warm day. Sharon has a lovely figure. Like I said, I was beginning to feel the alcohol and my body's not bad either... besides, I was going to win, right?

    Sharon dealt the cards. I played first. I picked up the eight of diamonds. Ouch! even odds. "Lower" I said. The next card was the 4 of hearts. Sharon drew the 10 of diamonds, "lower" then the king of diamonds. "Well", she said, "I'm getting off to a fine start." and undid her sandals. She wiggled her bare toes in the grass and said "That feels good. You'll see for yourself soon enough."

    On the next round I drew the ace of hearts followed by the nine of spades. Sharon drew the 6 of clubs, "higher" then the 3 of clubs. "Good thing it's a warm day." she said. She pulled the tail of her pullover out of her shorts. Then lifted it over her head and pulled her arms out of the sleeves. Underneath she was wearing a plain white sports bra. I could see the darker spots of her aureoles through it and the dents her nipples made in the light fabric.

    The third and forth hands went quickly and neither of us had to forfeit anything. I was feeling good. I still had to pee, but not too badly. I was still fully clothed and Sharon only had her shorts and undies left on. It was a fine day!

    In round 5 I drew the 10 of spades. Another easy win, I thought, "lower" and turned up the jack of spades. This was OK. Although Sharon had been wearing only sandals, I had on running shoes and socks. To keep things even, and because I was winning, I took off both shoes and socks. Now I was barefoot as well. Sharon was right. That grass DID feel good.

    Round 6 was uneventful as we both avoided forfeits. My first card in round 7 was the 7 of clubs. I realized that 7s were dangerous but went with the odds "higher" and turned over the 4 of spades. I was going to have to take off something else. I thought about my options. Underneath my top I was wearing a white lacy push up bra. Under my jeans I had on plain pink nylon high cut panties. I decided to leave the shirt on. I stood up and undid my jeans. Sharon watched while I slipped them down over my hips, pulled my pink panties back into place and settled back down on our blanket. From a distance I might have on shorts, or a swimsuit bottom. Only Sharon was close enough to see my trimmed pubic hair slightly visible through the plain semi-sheer pink nylon.

    In round 8 Sharon lost her shorts. Her blue panties had "Jockey" on the waistband and were totally modest. She could have sun bathed in what she was wearing and not raised any eyebrows. Even still wearing my shirt I felt undressed sitting across from her, and my internal pressure was still rising. I would really need a toilet soon.

    The next 4 rounds were uneventful except for my growing discomfort. We were down to the last 4 cards now. I drew the jack of hearts, "lower" then another black jack. When I realized it was the jack of clubs and not the jack of spades, I almost relaxed. Sharon drew the 5 of spades, "higher" then the 2 of diamonds. She smiled demurely and worked the sport bra up and off her breasts then over her head. Released from the constraining spandex, her breasts were larger than I'd imagined, not as large as mine I noticed, a bit smugly perhaps, but nicely shaped and certainly attractive. Her small nipples were slightly hard from the cool air. I was definitely antsy from the pressure to pee. I decided that since I was winning I would offer to stop the game now. That would save Sharon the embarrassment of stripping completely nude and also get me to the restroom quicker. Sharon refused. "I'm not shy about my body." she said. Besides, I've got to go as badly as you do, I'm sure." She may have. She should have. But she sure didn't look as uncomfortable as I felt.

    I shuffled the cards to continue of the game. Sharon didn't even cut them. I have no excuses.

    My first card after dealing was the 6 of diamonds. A bit risky I thought but not too, too bad. "Higher" Then I turned over the 3 of spades. It was forfeit time again, I unbuttoned the front of my plaid cotton shirt revealing the white lacy bra underneath. I mentioned that I could make out Sharon's nipples through her bra. Well mine showed rather plainly through the wisps of lace. It's a bra made for the bedroom, not sun bathing. Sharon smiled appreciatively and said "I always thought you had a gorgeous body but I never realized just how gorgeous. I've always wished my breasts were bigger, like yours."

    After the first flush of embarrassment it wasn't too bad. I still had both panties and bra on while Sharon had only her panties. I still was the odds on favorite to win this. Sharon turned up the jack of spades, "lower" then the 4 of clubs. I quipped to her "yes, it's easy when you draw face cards." For two more rounds we both avoided any forfeits. I certainly needed a restroom now. When we'd come in I hadn't paid too much attention to where public restrooms were available but I remembered one back by the entrance. That was a long 10 minute walk and I would have to put on the rest of my clothing before I started. I suddenly realized I might not make it. Sharon had said she needed to go at least as badly as I. I began watching her more careful and indeed she was showing signs of agitation and fidgeting. I didn't think she could make the longish walk to the toilets without embarrassing herself either. That gave me some confidence. Maybe she knew of closer facilities.

    On the 4th round I drew another 8. The 8 of hearts this time. "Lower" It had worked for me last time, but not this time. My next card was the jack of diamonds. Forfeit time again. I reached behind my back and undid the bra clasp, slipped the straps down from my shoulders and completely exposed my full breasts. Nice breasts, if I do say so myself. Sharon drew the 7 of diamonds. "Higher" Maybe she'd lose also and we'd be done. Then we could start for the toilets. Why wasn't Sharon more concerned? She was visibly fidgeting now and I could see that she was pressing her thighs together. I think she meant it when she said she might have to go worse than I. 9 of spades. We were both still in the game. One of us would soon lose her panties. Then it would be over and we could find relief.

    It was to be me! The next card I drew was the king of spades. "Lower" I said, confidently, and drew the ace of hearts. Sharon giggled. "Remember what you said about this being easy when you draw face cards?" she reminded me. Yes! I remembered all right. I stood up pushed my panties down past my hips revealing all that had been hidden 'til that moment. "There" I said. "I've shown you everything." "Now can we get dressed and start for the toilets?" I expected her to agree quickly and rush to dress. Imagine my surprise when she said "Let's play just one more round. If I lose you'll get to see me naked. If you lose I have a forfeit in mind." I'd just lost on two consecutive hands. I was in a hurry. I never even asked her what she had in mind. I bent over, stepped out of the pink nylon that had been my last vestige of modesty, sat back down and picked up the 9 of spades. Oh oh, it just occurred to me that I could lose again and I had no idea what Sharon's idea of a final forfeit might be for me. I hesitated. still it was a nine. "Lower" I said with as much confidence as I could muster. "Definitely lower." The next card was the king of diamonds. I'd lost again. I couldn't believe it. Three losing hands in a row. [Author's note: Don't blame this on artistic liberty. I based this game on a computer simulation.] I looked at Sharon somewhat warily. "OK, what's my forfeit? and make it quick. I really gotta piss!" Sharon said "Then go ahead. Piss. That's your forfeit. I want to watch you piss."

    Well, let me tell you I was horrified! I was brought up to piss behind closed and locked bathroom doors. In our home peeing was not a spectator sport! Apparently Sharon sensed my reaction. She tried to reassure me. "Look," she said, "I selected this spot very carefully. We'll not be interrupted or seen. I always intended to 'go' here and surely it's not like no-one has ever seen you pee before. If it will make you feel any better, I'll go first. Would you like me to take off my panties or just go in them?"

    Was there no end of surprises in this woman? First she tells me she wants to watch me pee. Then offers to pee her own panties. I was becoming confused and more than a bit aroused by my intense need to go. Now I listened to Sharon talking openly about things which had always been taboo for polite people to discuss. I couldn't believe that she'd really pee in her panties. I told her as much. "I don't really believe you'd pee in your panties." When I said this, she parted her legs which had been pressed tightly together. "If you look at my crotch, I think you'll see, I already have, some." She was right. There was a definite dark patch in the light blue cotton. "That was accidental. I've been trying to hang on until you were ready to watch but I've wet my panties before and I'll do it for you now. Or if you'd rather, I'll take them off. As you can see I'm going to have to do something really soon. I'm about to pee! I'll go in my panties or take them off, your choice, but decide really quick."

    I almost forgot my own desperation as I thought about Sharon's offer. I'll admit I wanted to see her naked. I'm a normal girl with normal sexual desires. I've got a steady boyfriend. I'm also attracted to a very few women. Sharon was one. Much as I wanted to see the rest of Sharon's body, I've seen naked women before. I had never seen one pee in her panties. I told her. "Sharon, I'd love to see you nude, I really would but I'd like to watch you pee your panties."

    " ;I hoped you'd say that." With that she stood up smoothly, backed about 6 feet from where we were sitting, squatted down and spread her knees giving me a full view of her pantied crotch. "Come closer." As though in a trance, I closed the distance between us. I could have touched her. I knelt down in front of her so I could see better. From where I was now I could clearly see the damp spot in the lower front of her panties.

    Suddenly, it seemed that the spot turned darker and glisteny. It grew and started to leak moisture. Now her panties visibly sagged from the weight of a pool of urine collecting inside. The wet area was growing. Now her panties were soaked from legband to legband. All of the doubled cotton crotch area was soaked and dark. Pee was cascading through the soaking blue cotton and into the grass in a solid stream. In less than a minute it was over. The cascade shrank and finally subsided into a drizzle. Then only drips as the pool drained itself and the soggy cotton gave up it's water content. I watched Sharon's hand move to her crotch and press the panties against her skin. At first I thought she was pressing moisture from her wet panties but I as I watched the movement of her fingers I realized that there were other objectives. I surprised myself by telling her. "If you wait 'til I'm done peeing I'll help you with that." She had closed her eyes. I think she'd forgotten me altogether in her ecstasy. Now her eyes opened and she smiled sweetly. "I'd like that. Are you ready to go now?"

    Was I ready? Was she kidding? I'd been ready to go for what seemed like an eternity.

    Still on my knees I moved around her to get off the area where we'd been sitting. She was on her knees now. We faced each other some 4 feet apart and she was leaning forward some to see me better. I spread my knees, leaned back to give her a better view and relaxed. Nothing happened! Even though I really had to go something was inhibiting my ability to do this. I had to push to get it started. Now I wanted to go. I wanted to please Sharon. To have Sharon watch while I peed. I really did! So help me, what I did next was not planned. I had no idea what was about to happen. I'd never done this before, you see. When I pushed out that pee a thick pale yellow stream arced from my crotch, across the space between us, and hit Sharon full in the chest. I couldn't stop! I was so embarrassed I couldn't even move. I watched in horror as my urine ran between Sharon's breasts and down her flat stomach, to soak the front of her panties before finally spilling between her legs and onto the ground.

    I wanted to say "I'm Sorry, Sharon!" I actually started to. Then I looked at her. She had arched her back and closed her eyes again. Her right hand was back between her legs, kneading her wet panties, now as wet from my pee as from her own. Judging from her demeanor, she wasn't going to be upset with me. I didn't understand! How could she not be angry and upset? After all, I'd just peed all over her. If she'd done that to me I'd be screaming and complaining... She was reveling in it. If her expression and body language were any clue, she was greatly aroused.

    "I, uh, I'm sorry" I stammered. "Don't be" she reassured "I loved it!" "It reminded me of the special times I spent with my 'wet' lover when I lived in Monterey. We would go out together at lunchtime and wet ourselves under our skirts in a public park or down on the beach. The day before I left she told me she wanted to do something very special for me. She had me undress and lay down. Then she knelt over me and wet all over my body. Then she lowered herself onto me and we loved each other. I really wanted you to wet on me for your final forfeit but I feared you would refuse and I didn't want to give you any reason to be upset with me."

    Well, she was sure right about that. I wouldn't even have considered it. Then I went and did it anyway.

    I moved within reach and placed my right hand over her own while my left hand cupped her right breast. She moved her right hand out from under mine and I felt the light touch of her fingers between my parted legs. Her breast felt slick and the warm moistness of her panties over the softness of her body was fueling my own passion. She slowly lowered herself onto her back drawing me with her and guiding my face and lips to her other breast. I reflexively kissed her now erect nipple and tasted a tartness that surprised me momentarily. It was my urine. Sharon's breasts were still wet with my pee. I started to draw away, shocked, but Sharon held my face against her breast and whispered. "It's OK, really. Keep going." So I did. Soon we were lost in passion, carrying each other to highs I had previously only dreamed about.

    When it was over, we laid, exhausted, in each other's arms. I asked her about her friend in Monterey. "Did you 'Really' pee in your clothing in public?" "Sure" she said. "Of course you can't wear slacks, but in a medium length loose skirt and the right panties it's easy to pee in public without anyone noticing." "I still do it now and then." Like I said, Sharon and I work together. I had noticed that she wore skirts more frequently than the other girls in the office and I had noticed that some days her perfume seemed stronger in the afternoon. Now I realized that she was probably covering the odor of damp panties. "Could I go with you sometime I said?" "Someday when you're planning to wet yourself?" Was that me saying that? What was I thinking of? "Oh, would you?" "I can't tell you how,happy that would make me." Well, at that point I'd have done almost anything to make Sharon happy. Even consider her next request. "Maybe you'd like to try it yourself...?"

    But that's another story.....

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    Posted by Anonymous

    My girl friend Angi and I were at a popular local rock club. We both knew a bunch of people there and we were off by ourselves talking to folks. I was talking to some musician friends, drinking beer, and occasionally even paying attention to the band that was on stage. I'd glanced around a couple times looking for her, but not with any great concern-- we're a pretty independent couple sometimes.

    However, it was getting on 12:30 and I still hadn't spotted her recently when I saw a buddy of mine wander in. He saw me and came over to say hi. We greeted each other, and then he said "I think I saw your woman out in the parking lot. Maybe you oughta check up on her a bit," he said and looked at me meaningfully. He said he saw her in a silver Blazer and he described about where it was parked. I still didn't really figure anything was amiss. She was probably out doing a line of coke, something I didn't really approve of, but I never had much luck telling her what to do or not do along those lines.

    Out in the parking lot I located the vehicle he'd described. A guy and a girl did in fact appear to be making out in the front seat. I felt a twinge of anger in my gut, and it grew to more than a twinge as I got closer and was able to recognize the girl. It was definitely Angi. I watched their tussling around for a minute to to try see exactly what they were up to, but then finally decided to intervene.

    I strode over to the passenger side door and pulling the door open demanded, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

    Startled, they untangled themselves. She was quickly trying to adjust her clothing.

    "Who the fuck are you?" the guy asked struggling to regain his composure. It was someone I'd seen her talk to before, but I didn't know him.

    "It's my boyfriend," she told him by way of explanation.

    I leaned into the cab. "Hey, man, I'm sorry, man," the guy said thinking maybe I was coming after him. I had no problem with him. He was doing what any guy would do. It Angi I was angry with, and I grabbed her wrist and pulled her roughly from the truck.

    Her feet hit the gravel of the parking lot. A half full bottle of beer tumbled out with her and landed on the ground. I saw other empties in the truck. Private party-- cute!

    She was tugging down her skirt which, though very short to begin with, had ridden up almost to her crotch. You couldn't blame the face I could see she was flushed.

    "C'mon , we're going home," I said, again grabbing her wrist.

    "I'm going back in," she replied defiantly and trying to pull away.

    "No sweetheart," I replied, "I'm afraid your night is over."

    " I'm going in," she said still tugging to get loose. "I have to pee," she added, and she tugged at her skirt some more. She looked quite drunk.

    "Were going home," I answered firmly, and again attempted to pull her in the direction of our car.

    Now Angi has an almost adolescent streak about her when she's done something wrong. She doesn't become remorseful or apologize, she just gets petulantly mad back. This is particularly true when she's drunk or high and I saw that coming out now. I'd caught her with another guy, but she was mad at me because I'd spoiled her fun.

    "Let go of me!" she said. "I wanna go back in. I have to go."

    " ;You are going home, young lady," I said. "You can wait 'til we get home." I was furious with her.

    I got her to the car, still pulling her by her wrist, and unlocked the passenger door. I shoved her not too gently into the seat and slammed the door.

    I got in and started the car. She was saying nothing, not looking at me. She had her legs crossed tightly, and was bouncing her knee rapidly up and down. So she had to pee-- fine! It didn't seem to have been a problem a few minutes ago when she was making out with whoever.

    I turned out of the parking lot and we started home. "So what were you up to?" I now asked. "What were you doing with him?"

    "Nothing. I kissed him good night. Big deal."

    "That looked like more than just a friendly good night kiss to me," I raged. "Why did you go out there?"

    "He had some coke," she said. Yup, I'd been right about that.

    "How much coke did you do?"

    "Just a couple of lines. It wasn't that great," she volunteered. I believed her on this point. Her jaw didn't exhibit any of the telltale signs. But just a small amount of coke can apparently really trigger her sex drive. I'd seen that before.

    "Why were you making out with him?" I said getting back to the main point of misbehavior.

    " ;I wasn't! It was just a good night kiss." She stuck to her story. Helluva a good night kiss.

    We were stopped at a long red light. I fumed silently. I looked at her. She was fidgeting, still bouncing her knees. Maybe she really did have to pee but she wasn't saying anything about it now, suffering in proud silence. She looked over at me briefly, and then went back to looking straight ahead. We started moving again.

    We argued some more, me trying to get her to admit what she was up to. I became more accusing. "So did he get you pretty horny?" I asked. She was silent. "Were you going to fuck him?" Still no response.

    We stopped for another red light. I decided to see for myself how aroused she had become. It's easy to tell with her. I reached over and started to force my hand between her legs.

    "What are you doing!" she yelled pushing my hand away and keeping her legs clamped. "You just leave me alone."

    I persisted and finally she opened her legs enough to leg my hand through to her crotch. One thing about Angi-- she's not too good at keeping her legs together if a guy wants in. I deftly slipped my middle finger around her cotton panties and into her pussy. Sure enough, her vaginal walls were slippery and dripping wet. I was getting ready to withdraw my finger when I noticed that at the top of her vagina I could feel her bladder, very plump, very firm, very full. She really did have to pee and pretty badly too, I suspected. I probed the distended wall of her bladder now with my finger and she let out a high sound of surprise. She began struggling to get my hand away. The light was turning green so I withdrew.

    "I guess you do have to go, huh?" I said tauntingly now.

    "I've gotta go real bad," she confessed, but the tone of her voice remained angry.

    "It didn't seem to matter when you were with him, apparently," I noted.

    "I told him I had to," she said. "I was getting ready to go in."

    She hadn't looked like she was getting ready to go in one bit when I'd walked up. I turned it over in my mind. She must have been pretty damn turned on, pretty out of control horny to have been holding that full of a bladder and still staying out there to make out. I felt myself becoming aroused at the thought of her intense horniness. I decided we'd have some fun when we got home. If she could hold it for him, she better be able to do the same for me!

    She continued to squirm during the rest of the ride. She'd bounce her leg quickly up and down for a few seconds, then pause, and then resume the bouncing movement. By the time we finally were pulling into our driveway, she was leaning to one side a bit, up on her right buttock with her left hand pressed firmly into the car seat.

    I steered the car into the garage, and she immediately jumped out and ran to the door, her keys ready. I followed close behind her.

    Once inside she made a dash for the first floor bathroom. I darted after her. I burst in on her, finding her already with panties down, skirt hiked, and starting to sit down.

    "Oh no you don't!" I said. "You could hold it for him, now you're gonna make out with me a little bit first." I grabbed her wrist again, and pulled her to a full standing position.

    " You're crazy," she shouted struggling. "Let go of me." She continued ranting at me.

    I got my arms around her and managed to tug her panties back up in spite of her resistance. I shoved her out of the bathroom, twisting the lock and pulling the door closed behind me. "You won't be needing that for a little bit," I said.

    Tugging her in to the living room I explained things to her. I told her that I was very angry with her, that she had betrayed my trust. And since she had been a bad girl, there were certain consequences that she would have to accept for her behavior. "You seemed to have been more than happy to wait while you made out with what's his name. You can just wait a bit more while you make out with me," I finished. I seated myself next to her on the couch and put my arm around her so she couldn't get away.

    "Let me go!" she shouted. "You're crazy!" She finally gave up on the verbal abuse and sat and pouted.

    I began to kiss her roughly. She kept turning her face away. I sure didn't seem to be getting the same reception the guy in the parking lot had gotten.

    I moved my hand to her breast and began pinching a nipple. "Did you let him do this to you?" I asked.

    "Yes," she answered after a moment. She was ready to admit things now, just to make me mad.

    I continued pinching her nips and squeezing her tits through her shirt. "He was doing this to you?"

    "Yes," she answered tersely again. Her pelvic squirming I noticed was now starting to assume a certain rhythm. Maybe she was imagining being back in the parking lot.

    Now I moved my hand inside her shirt and squeezed her full juicy titties through her bra. "Did you let him do this to you to?" I said, the sound of my voice getting raspy.

    "Uh huh," she answered.

    My squeezing became more forceful at the thought of her doing this with that guy. I slipped my hand under her bra now and her breasts fell into my hand. "And I suppose you let him under your bra, too!"

    "Yeah," her voice defiant. Her sleek bare legs were crossed tightly, her pelvis grinding.

    I suddenly pulled my hand away. "Go get us a couple of beers from the fridge," I said pushing her to get up. She looked startled to be back in our living room instead of in the parking lot of her fantasies.

    She got up and apparently felt the pressure in her bladder again. "Now can I pee?" she said. She started to head toward the stairs to the upstairs instead of towards the fridge. I rose quickly.

    "Don't even think about it," I said sternly. "We aren't done making out yet. You had beers with you in the parking lot, we'll have some beers now."

    Reluctantly she started towards the kitchen. It was an open floor plan house and I could see her as she walked to the fridge. She was walking half on tippy toes, bent slightly forward. She opened the door and stood looking for the beer. She was shifting her weight from one foot to the other, prancing like a little pony.

    "There's still some beer on the bottom shelf," I said. There should be one Heiny left in back. Bring that for me."

    I could hear her exhale sharply as she bent down. She found the beers, and popped the top off of mine with the opener on the fridge, and came back in the living room. She handed the beer to me and I pulled her back down onto the couch next to me.

    "Drink up," I ordered. She took a hesitant sip. "I'm not gonna let you go until you finish at least one beer," I said. She took a few more healthy slurps. She wanted to complain some more, but she was in proud mode.

    I resumed fondling her. I now grabbed a thigh and moved my hand up towards her crotch. "Did you let him feel your thighs?"


    "You were quite the little slut tonight, weren't you!" I growled. I slid my hand roughly the rest of the way to her crotch and started pressing against her pussy through her panties. "Did he feel your little horny pussy?"

    &q uot;Mm hmm." She writhed against my hand.

    Sliding my finger into her vagina again, I reaffirmed that she was extremely wet. I didn't have to ask if she'd done this with him. She wouldn't have been able to stop him. Feeling the top wall of her vagina now I noticed that her bladder was noticeably even fuller than before. It was hard as a rock, the texture and shape like a very large grapefruit. I gently stroked my finger against its surface. She moaned and squirmed. The slightest pressure from my finger was excruciating to her.

    Then she started trying to break away from me again. "Let me go!" she said, a frantic tone in her voice now. "I've got to go, now. I've absolutely got to go!" Her tone was no longer quite so defiant.

    "No, just one more minute," I said. "You've got to finish your beer and we'll fuck for just a second and then you can go." She shifted quickly back into mad mode, and grabbing her beer drained it, jiggling frenetically the whole time.

    I pushed the coffee table back and knelt on the floor in front of her. I pried her legs apart. I tugged her panties down and scooted her skirt up a bit. Her abdomen was visibly bulging. I ran my hand gently across the curve rising above her pelvic bone. It was also very firm. This elicited another moan from her and some renewed frantic squirming.

    Unzipping my pants, I got my cock out. I forced her legs apart and moved toward her pussy. Her arms were straight and she had both hands clenched into fists, pressing into the couch on either side of her. Her pelvis was still grinding as she struggled to contain the ever increasing volume of fluid.

    "Oh god," she said. "I'm not going to be able to. I'm ready to bust." Her breathing was shallow and fast.

    I teased the outside of her pussy for a minute and then slowly started to gently enter her. She was gasping and panting as the added bulk of my penis increased the pressure on her urinary bladder.

    "Oh no, please, let me go. Please stop. Please let me go," she began pleading in a high pitched voice.

    I moved slowly in and out of her, letting her feel the full effect of my dick as it grazed her bladder wall. She was biting her lip and moaning. I did this for a minute or two, and then smoothly withdrew ready to keep my end of the bargain.

    No sooner had I pulled my cock from her, than a sudden spurt of pee squirted from her pussy hitting the head of my cock. She let out a yelp. A second short spurt erupted, and then a third. She grabbed her pussy with her hands, stopping her flow. She was breathing very fast and hard, and her pelvis was writhing.

    "Oh god, oh god," she was saying and struggling to get up. I grabbed her arm and pushed her off the couch and onto the soft carpet of the living room floor. She landed on her elbows and knees, bare butt up in the air.

    "You shouldn't have done that," I said softly. "I was going to let you go. And look what you did to the couch."

    From where she was on the floor another several spurts escaped her pussy as she struggled to raise up on her hands. The last short jet trickled away as she finally squeezed control over her urethra. She hadn't lost much but she'd made several little wet spots on the carpet, the pee emerging in different directions with each burst.

    Now I smacked her sharply across her bottom with the palm of my hand. She made a quiet whimpering sound and again started dribbling, first little squirts, then a slower leaking "Cut it out right now!" I said. I waited until she had regained control again and then I pulled her to her feet.

    Her bladder I knew would still be extremely full. The few trickles that had escaped wouldn't have gone far towards easing her need. I escorted her to the dining area to get her off the good carpet.

    "You're going to have to stay in here until you think you can be a good girl," I said. "Think how embarrassed you would have been if you'd done this while you were with that guy! Come back and sit next to me when you think you're OK again. When you can fuck me without loosing it, then I'll let you go."

    I went and got another beer for her, putting it on the table. Then I sat down on the couch with my beer. She paced quickly back and forth, shaking her hands loosely. Several times she stopped and grabbed herself, and stood in apparent concentration. Then she'd resume pacing.

    "Keep your hands away from there," I instructed. "It's not very ladylike, you know."

    Her pacing assumed a fever pitch. She stopped and bent part way forward, jiggling. She gasped and I heard the hiss of pee escaping again. I could see a small puddle on the floor where she stood. I didn't say anything. She resumed her agitated motion, but soon stopped and stood still. Then she gingerly walked over to the couch and sat next to me.

    "I think I'm better now," she said, but she was still bouncing her legs.

    I began kissing her and fondling her breasts again. Moving my hand to her thighs, I parted them slightly. We made out for another minute. I was getting ready to try to fuck her again when, with a sharp intake of breath, she again began to pee on the couch. A couple drops squeezed out, and then a couple spurts, then more slower leaking.

    I pushed her to a standing position while she was still peeing and shoved her in the direction of the dining area again. "Get back over there," I directed, "and drink some more beer."

    I kept her on the edge like that for about half an hour, making her drink more, and watching her struggle when she leaked uncontrollably. I slipped my finger in her every once in a while to make sure she wasn't leaking on purpose more than she had to, but her bladder remained rock hard, maybe even becoming gradually fuller and more distended. She struggled valiantly but she was also becoming sloppier drunk and was having less and less luck keeping control.

    "I guess we can't keep you inside much longer with you like this," I said. Her panties still lay on the floor near the couch, and somehow had escaped getting drenched. I grabbed a towel from the kitchen and wiped down her wet inner thighs and her pubes, and then instructed her to put her panties back on. She gingerly complied.

    "Fix your shirt," I said. She struggled to get her bra back down into position and to get her shirt smoothed out. Now I took her hand and led her out through the garage to the front driveway. She walked mincingly behind me.

    "OK, you can go," I said. "but stand with your legs together."

    She didn't question this, happy to finally have received permission to relieve herself. She stood arms folded against the chill night air, leaning forward, breasts plump and protruding, and with her legs squeezed together. She held her breath for a second and then she began to pee and pee hard. Sheets of water poured down her inner thighs. Her eyes were closed and I could see her begin to relax as she peed her panties.


    #4116 — Comments (6) — Oct 19, 2002 at 12:50 PM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove This.
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    Posted by Anonymous

    When I was 7 I awoke in the early hours of the morning really needing to wee. I was afraid of the dark and pulled the covers over my head and tried to go back to sleep. The fullness of my bladder prevented me from sleeping and the more afraid I was of the dark the more I had to go. If I didn't get up and go soon I was going to wet my bed, so bent over because I was so full, I ran as fast as I could to the bathroom. Holding my crotch trying to stop myself from going, I was a few feet away from the door when I started to let go. I began to cry a little in shame from what I was doing, but knew that I would get to the toilet in a couple of seconds and get most of my wee in there. I pushed open the door and saw my 14 year old brother kneeling on the floor facing me, his cock in his hand. He was moving his hand up and down. We were so shocked to see each other that we froze. He was kneeling in front of the toilet so I couldn't get past and he quickly put his cock away and told me to get out. I was frozen to the spot in horror. I barely noticed what he had been doing and at 7 I was too young to understand anyway, but I was so ashamed to be stood there wetting myself, my pyjama bottoms turning darker as he watched. I couldn't stop crying and my brother woke my dad up who ran me a bath and brought me some clean pyjamas. My dad never found out what my brother had been doing that night. It wasn't until a few years later when I learned about masturbation that I realised exactly why my brother had been so angry. It's something we both laugh about now.

    #4115 — Comments (3) — Oct 18, 2002 at 5:53 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
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    Posted by Anonymous

    First of all im not some dumbass that made this up it happened today and was soo embarrassing!! I have a hamper in my closet and my brother and i each have a computer in our room with the internet .. well the wires attach in my room into a small netbox and i i had just got my period really early so i wasnt wearing a pid on the way home so i threw my bloody panties into the hamper well .. i closed the closet so it unplugged the cable and my brother was like "What the fuck?" and came in to plug it in i was like oh well and thought nothing of it. Later that night i was hanging up my clothes in the closet and noticed that he totally had to of seen them cuz they were right on top and next to the internet box .. for the next week im gonna be SOO embarrassed to even look at him!! I WANTED TO DIE

    #4114 — Comments (0) — Oct 13, 2002 at 8:25 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
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    Posted by Anonymous

    I was in the car with my gal pals and well we were all laughing so hard we all ahd to pee at once. We decided that we should stop at a gas station. We went to pull over and I went to get out of the car... but I knew if I stood up pee would gush out and I didnt want that. So I stayed in the car with legs crossed. My friends brought tons of bottles of water. Dumped them out and told me to pee in them. Linly sat next to me... my best friend. I stripped my pants and started going. .... It started to fill up up and more was coming. So I turned to the ground only to pee all over LINLY!! She was totally grossed out. But then she started drinnking it! She said it tasted good and when I was done we all took turns finishing the bottle! it was a fun night!

    #4113 — Comments (2) — Oct 12, 2002 at 8:25 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
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    Posted by Anonymous

    I was 14 and I was in a car pool with all my friends, Two girls and three boy. We were going to a bball game but decided it would be more fun to go down town and hang out! So one of the boys ( was a junior ) drove us around and we were all laughing and my crush said something really funny and I started laughing so hard I had to pee! I thought it was gonna come out. So I told Mark ( the junior ) That I had to pee. He said O.K. and stopped to let me out..... ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD! I asked him to stop at a gas station but he said no this would have to do because there wasnt a gas station that he " liked " I dont know but I had to go so I didnt argue anymore. I jumped out got on the side of the wipped down my pussy and let it all go out. My crush watched me as I let it all come out. He was fascinated. When I was finished I jiggled a little and let the rest dribble out. I scored a date with this guy a week later!

    #4112 — Comments (2) — Sep 30, 2002 at 10:02 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
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    Posted by Anonymous

    One beautiful sunny day I decided to go cycling with my boyfriend. We went to see the country- side with all its picturesque landscapes. We stopped by a fast-food restaurant to have a snack and drink some juice. Then we took off to go on cycling. In about ten minutes I felt I had to pee, all the juice was getting to me. And to our horror there was no toilet around. We started looking for the place.
    There were already tears in my eyes, I didn't cycle anymore, I could hardly walk! "Where can I pee? Damn it!", I cried.
    Eventually we found something like a small park, looked around to make sure there was nobody near by and I released everything that had filled me up to my throat. It was a moment of relief and satisfaction. Some people were walking along the path and staring at me but I didn't care anymore...
    I just watched the yellow gush flowing from my privy part. My boyfriend was looking at me and smiling. He bit his lip and I understood he had the same feeling as I did. It seemed like he was getting turned on by the sight of this golden liquid wetting the ground, which desperately absorbed the puddle I was making. Finally I stood up, pulled on my panties and was ready to continue our trip, but my boyfriend didn't think so. He wanted me like he never had before. So, we went to the nearest motel and had a hardcore sex till the next morning...

    #4111 — Comments (0) — Sep 19, 2002 at 8:34 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
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