Suzanne's Smelly Pantyliner Ch. 02

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

With Suzanne's soiled pantyliner now permanently in my possession, I began to enjoy some extraordinary masturbation sessions, many of which reached intensity levels that I had never before experienced.

I honestly had to pinch myself on most occasions to know that I had such an intimate vaginal accoutrement literally at my fingertips to utilise and enjoy at any given time. It really allowed my sexual imagination to run rampant and I began dreaming up one lewd fantasy after another involving a multitude of different scenarios -- all involving my 46-year-old neighbour Suzanne.

As for Suzanne herself, another month passed by since that fateful day on which she had apparently removed her pantyliner in my toilet and left it wrapped in tissues in the trash bin for me to ultimately recover and jerk off with for the rest of days. I had not seen her at all, most likely because I had been so busy with work and I could only imagine that she had been likewise.

Whilst I wasn't masturbating every single time with Suzanne's pad, I frequently loved to relax with a session that involved me coming hard with Suzanne's smelly liner over my nose and mouth.

I would mostly start at looking at porn - some of my favourite photos of women's vaginas and anuses as well their underpants and pubic hair. As I flicked through various photo sets of different women, I would imagine that at least some of them were Suzanne. Of course, I knew what she looked like physically but I would compulsively and curiously imagine what her unseen intimates may look like and simply applied these imaginings to the images that I was looking at.

This would readily advance to imagining Suzanne in various situations, in particular those with her sitting on the toilet in front of me. If there was a single situation that I wanted to encroach upon with her, it was unquestionably a very lewd and real toilet scenario where, ideally, I could witness my single and sexy neighbour weeing, pooing, wiping as well as dealing with her sanitary paraphernalia in a very natural and feminine way.

As unlikely as the reality of a scenario anywhere close to this developing in real life, it sure was as fun as hell pretending that it might.

When I eventually did see Suzanne again, it almost felt like we were starting from scratch.

Of course, I was not about to admit to her how I had been thinking about her and certainly that I had been playing with her used pad as much as I had. It was very arousing however to think about what it would be like if she knew intrinsically that I had discovered her pantyliner in the trash that day and had been getting off on it all the while, as I had been.

What would she really think about this if she knew? I wondered.

Or maybe she had "planted" that soiled little pantyliner in the trash that day, hoping that I would find it and keep the secrets of what she had left me in that absorbent little pad to myself. But all the while knowing....

We chatted briefly, very amicably and agreed that we were overdue for a "catch up".

Eventually, with both our busy schedules, we managed to meet about 2 weeks after this -- at her place and it was pretty uneventful.

We discussed some of the ongoing committee issues and shared some of our work dramas, of which there always seemed to be many. Suzanne also told me she had been on a couple of dates with different men but nothing had really eventuated.

I had nothing of the sort to report -- my love life had been typically VERY dry and uninspiring. The most excitement in my life was being able to regularly jerk off with Suzanne's pantyliner over my nose and mouth. But of course, I didn't tell her this....

About 2 weeks hence from our previous catch up, one of the financial issues with the block temporarily flared up and Suzanne and I called a meeting with a couple of the other committee members one evening at my place.

It was a fairly brief meeting -- less than an hour -- with the other owners, both being male, leaving once we had gone through what we needed to and Suzanne, choosing to stay a little longer for a coffee afterwards.

Prior to the meeting, I had the very daring (and somewhat cunning) idea to remove all the paper from my toilet with the distant notion of Suzanne somehow needing to use the lavatory at some point and not having any paper to wipe herself! I felt VERY naughty about doing this but felt that I could actually legitimise the situation if it arose.

Suzanne now staying a bit longer for a coffee was subtly aligning with my wicked plan. No guarantees at all that she would need to use the toilet but I knew that it was now a possibility.

We talked over coffee for another 30 minutes or so and as the time crept towards dinner time, Suzanne excused herself to go and pick up her 16-year-old daughter from work. We actually gave each other a hug and gave approval to each other for organising the meeting which had been quite necessary.

"I just might use your loo before I head off," she said "that coffee has gone straight through me!"

Dedicated to not flinching at all, I maintained a dead calm whilst my insides instantly began doing backflips.

"Of course, no problem," was my necessarily nonchalant reply.

Suzanne then disappeared towards my toilet and I remained out in the living area with my heart absolutely pounding out of my chest.

"GOD!!" I thought, "how on earth is this going to go??"

With so little time now to contemplate what might happen, I quit thinking about it instantly and prepared myself to respond in the moment as required.

Suzanne was gone about 2-3 minutes, at which point I heard her calling out my name and I was now, miraculously, almost certain that my plan was about to work.

"Hi!" I replied.

"Um..." Suzanne sounded tentative from within the toilet, "Sorry but there's no paper in here."

"Oh shit!" I feigned, "Just a minute..."

I had the toilet rolls stashed in the kitchen cupboard so grabbing a couple, I turned around the corner and was more than a little shocked to see Suzanne sitting on the toilet in front of me with the door wide open, her dress hiked up around her waist and what were obviously a pair of black cotton knickers down around her knees.

"Oh GOD!!" I almost shrieked, "I'm SO sorry!! This is REALLY embarrassing!"

"You and me both!!" Suzanne exclaimed honestly.

Knowing that this is what I had fantastically planned for, but it was now even more than I could have anticipated. Suzanne was seemingly acting without any amount of shame yet she also seemed to be embracing the obvious embarrassment of being caught, literally, with her pants down.

With little else to do, I handed Suzanne one of the fresh rolls of toilet paper, trying not to stare at the obvious things that were likely to both turn me on the most and embarrass Suzanne any further than she already was, although she still didn't seem to be overly phased sitting there with the door open, panties down and her bare butt sitting on my toilet seat.

Immediately, even with me standing there, Suzanne separated some sheets from the toilet roll and began wiping herself between her legs.

"Sorry," she said only mildly apologetically, "I hope you don't mind seeing me clean myself up like this but I'm kind of in a hurry?"

"Well,,,,sure.." I stammered.

"You've seen me in all my glory now," Suzanne continued, "I guess I can't be any more embarrassed than this!"

"Well, don't be!" I responded, not really knowing what else to say.

"It's not very edifying, seeing me like this..I know." Suzanne went on frankly, "but sometimes it can't be helped."

At this, Suzanne separated some more toilet tissue and by this time had parted her knees even further and revealed what was unmistakeably the strip of a white sanitary pad on the inside of her black knickers. She then proceeded to attend to the open gusset of her panties right in front of me. "Well...." Suzanne continued somewhat facetiously, "I might need you to get rid of this since we're here and I was kind of short on paper until a moment ago!"

At this, Suzanne ripped the used pad out of her undies, wrapping said item in the toilet tissue and handed it to me to dispose of.

"There you go," Suzanne said, now almost casually. "I guess you've seen one of these before?"

Not sure whether she was serious or possibly even trying to turn me on, I took the "item" from her, not knowing really what else to do.

"Wow!" I said, trying not to sound completely shocked, "I really don't know what to say!"

"Say whatever you want, I guess!" Suzanne said, with the wryest of grins on her face.

"My ex-girlfriend used to leave hers lying around the place so I got used to seeing them," I said matter-of-factly.

"She didn't think to dispose of them properly the dirty girl?" Suzanne quipped.

"Most of the time," I said, "but every so often..."

"What did you think about finding them lying around like that?" Suzanne actually seemed both humoured and curious that we should now be having this conversation.

I paused, carefully considering what I should say next.

Knowing what I absolutely wanted to say, I could barely contain my own mirth as I tempted fate by telling my semi-naked neighbour the truth of the matter -- all while she was sitting on my toilet with her panties around her knees and her soiled pantyliner in my hand.

"To be honest," I continued following what I considered to be appropriate deliberation, "they REALLY turned me on!!"

"Truly?" Suzanne seemed almost relieved that this was my response to her question.

"Truly," I said with what had to be equivalent relief.

Suzanne then took her own moment of deliberation.

"What do think of mine then? If you don't mind me asking." She added.

"Let me have a better look then, I guess," I was rapidly becoming excited in this very salacious and compromising bathroom situation with 46-year-old Suzanne. This was also ordinarily a very private moment for us both -- her in particular -- as she was giving me unmitigated permission to examine what was surely one of a woman's most private and secretive feminine hygiene items.

With my hands beginning to sweat and shake simultaneously, I fumbled briefly with the wrapped pantyliner, as I felt my cock double in size almost instantly within the confines of my jeans.

The toilet tissue came away immediately with my heart also now justifiably thumping in triple time two-step through the relatively fragile confines of my rib cage.

"OH GOD Suzanne....I can't believe I'm really doing this with you watching!!" I bleated.

"It's OK," she responded calmly, "I really don't mind you seeing it. I'm not embarrassed. I really want to know what you think. I'm naturally curious like that."

With nothing further to add, I unfurled soiled pantyliner and saw instantly the serious yellow and brown streak imprinted on the inner surface of Suzanne's pad.

"Mmmmmmm..... Wow....it's amazing. GOD....." I gibbered like I was intoxicated, which in fact I was.

Suzanne was watching my reaction most intently. I could have almost failed to notice in all the excitement, that she had now slipped one of her hands subtly back down between her legs as she remained seated on the toilet seat and I would have said if I hadn't known better, that she was beginning to masturbate in front of me as I underwent my journey of discovery with her soiled sanitary pad.

"OH GOD....Suzanne.... I remember seeing my ex-girlfriend's pads like this. They just turn me on SOOOOOO much. I just love the staining! Honestly. I just LOVE the colour of it. I can tell by the colour that it's not for your period?"

"Wow...that's a really honest question!" Suzanne was definitely trying hard now not to sound totally embarrassed. "No, just to protect my poor little undies this one!"

I felt as though I was addressing the source directly now as I tentatively made the decision to bring the pad up to my nose and make the daring next move of inhaling Suzanne's vaginal odour off the surface of the pad -- and all while she was watching!!

I could see unmistakeably now that Suzanne was indeed masturbating as I put her dirty pad directly to my nose and sniffed it in front of her.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm....OH WOW.....OH GOD Suzanne, your pantyliner is REALLY smelly!! Mmmmmmmm....OH God...that's so good!! God you've got one musky vagina between your legs if this pad is the evidence!! MMMMMMMMMM....." I was now firmly in the grip of Suzanne's quite strong vaginal odour.

"Yes well...." Suzanne continued, "Now you know what a woman smells like at the end of a long, hard day!"

"I sure do!!" was the only response I could possibly muster right then.

I paused momentarily after my initial inhales to have a closer look at the stained surface of the pad -- an inspection that gave me point blank view of the shape and colour of Suzanne's vaginal stain and I could also clearly see some small dark hairs stuck on the surface of the pad -- maybe half-a-dozen or so on initial appraisal.

"Mmmmmmmm....wow...HAIRS!!" I said incredulously, "I LOVE hairs!!"

"You sound surprised?" Suzanne inquired.

"A lot of women don't have hair nowadays!" I made the point.

'True that," Suzanne responded. "My REAL hairs are all down here if you want to see them closer!"

Suzanne's offer was simply too good to refuse.

"GOD....I'd love to!!" I was like a child in the proverbial candy shop.

At this, Suzanne slipped her black knickers down past her shins to her ankles to give me better direct access to what she was about to show me.

As I repositioned myself down onto the floor in front of where Suzanne still sat, bare-bottomed and vagina-ed on my toilet seat, I could instantly see what looked close to a perfect triangle of dark pubic hair between Suzanne's legs and I of course, I wanted to know more.

Suzanne opened her knees further now her undies were out of the way and gave me a full view of the dark pubic triangle between her legs. From this angle, I could see that her pubic hair covered the triangle of her mons well and was thicker down towards the cleft of her vulva and as I got closer, I could clearly see the split of her vagina just beneath the hair.

"Do you mind if I put my chin onto the toilet seat, in between your legs?" I asked politely.

"As you like!" was Suzanne's charitable reply.

Still with her pantyliner in my hand, I moved my face ever closer to her hair-covered centrepiece, carefully placing my chin onto the white plastic toilet seat between her legs and point-blank distance from her vulva.

As soon as I breathed in, I could straight away smell Suzanne's urine as it sat fresh in the toilet water beneath.

"Wow, your wee smells really strong too!" I commented.

"Do you like it?" she asked.

"Mmmmmm...of course...I love being able to smell your fresh wee like this with you sitting on my toilet!" I admitted honestly.

"I'm glad you like the smell of my pee!" Suzanne said.

"MMMMMmmmmm....I might put your pad to my nose again."

"You are SOOOOOO dirty!! Suzanne said almost accusatorily, "But I LOVE it!!"

"Mmmmmmmmmm....GOD I can smell your wee really strongly inside the toilet and the smell of your pad on top of it is SOOO musky. I can really smell it inside your pad. Your vagina must get REALLY smelly too if your pantyliner smells like this?

"Well that's mostly why us ladies wear pads between our legs in the everyday, so our undies stay "dry" and don't get too many stains on them. And pads are also usually really good for absorption. That's what women's pads do - soak up the fluids as well as much of the stinky aroma as possible."

Curious, I had to ask Suzanne the obvious question.

"So how stinky do you get?"

"Pretty stinky. Especially after a long, busy day or not having washed for a day or two," she admitted. "Here....do you want me to open myself up so you can smell properly?"

"MMmmmmmmmmm....yes please!!" I replied quietly. I was simply too overwhelmed by now to be making too much noise.

After a few moments of my own personal "absorption", I very tentatively moved my nose even closer to my neighbour's naked, hairy vulva to the point whereby the tip of my nose was now actually touching her pubic hairs.

Suzanne had placed her fingers either side of her vagina on her puffy labia majora and was now quite easily and comfortably separating her tender pussy flaps for me.

My only requirement at this point was to inhale Suzanne's wonderfully aromatic vaginal odour as she presented it to me -- knowing full-well that it had been brewing inside her black cotton underpants all day long -- aided and abetted by the stained white pantyliner I still held in my hand.

Knowing this soiled pad had come directly from being worn between the soft, cotton crotch panel of Suzanne's undies on one side and all the coarse pubic hair surrounding her vulva and vagina on the other was utterly irresistible.

"OH Suzanne!!" I gushed. "I can't believe we're actually doing this."

"How is it smelling down there?" she enquired.

I paused purposefully before answering and made sure I also took a good look at Suzanne's opened vagina as she presented it to me and I could see instantly how pink it was. This natural womanly pinkness was clearly enhanced by the contrasting dark brown colour of her surrounding pubes and also the white toilet seat beneath it.

"Absolutely amazing!!" was my directly truthful response.

Taking my first genuine huff of Suzanne's wide-open vagina from point-blank range almost overwhelmed me by the strength and sharpness of it.

I knew that this wasn't the normal sweet, "gluey" smell of an otherwise clean vagina that I had smelled in other women's pussies when I went down on them.

Suzanne's vaginal odour was distinctly urine and sweat drenched and I knew these natural bodily fluids had been mixed like a good cocktail inside her knickers for an extended period during her busy day -- absorbed directly by her pantyliner and leaving this unwashed, aromatic residue smeared in amongst her pubic hairs and emitting a deeply arousing odour from within her mature 46-year-old vagina.

"GOD, I'd LOVE to start licking you?" I asked, "Your smell is too hard to ignore!"

"Of course!" Suzanne replied, "That would be VERY nice!"

Now without hesitation, I started running my tongue along the length of her open smelly vagina.

"MMmmmmmmmmmmm..." Suzanne started gently moaning as my tongue made contact with both the inside of her tender cunt and also likely her pee hole and clit on the upstroke.

After several gentle upward "wiping" licks, much as I imagined a piece of white folded toilet tissue might behave on her vulva after a big pee, I then attempted to push my tongue directly into Suzanne's vaginal opening as she was still holding it open for me and I wanted to taste her interior flavours more intensely.

I wasn't disappointed at all, as a distinctly salty flavour hit my tongue immediately.

This I knew was almost certainly her residue urine and still being able to smell its acrid odour as it lay in the toilet water beneath was incredibly powerful along with the taste I was also enjoying.

Unfortunately, the angle of Suzanne sitting on the toilet like this was not conducive to me being able to slide my moist pink tongue in and out of her. So my ventures into her vagina at this point were brief but highly arousing for us both, as Suzanne was getting her hairy cunt licked whilst sitting partly naked on the toilet after having just urinated and removed her smelly pantyliner. In return, I was getting to taste and smell Suzanne's unwashed vagina after she had just peed and left the golden yellow fluid steaming its strong odour back up towards me from the toilet water below.

I suggested right then and there moving from the toilet into the bedroom but Suzanne dutifully reminded me that she still had to go and collect her daughter from work and a longer session between us may need to wait for another time.

 

Now so much closer to where I want to be, my huge come feels more and more certain as I begin to fantasise about what happens next.

Being so incredibly rocked and so incredibly close to coming, I bend down and with my fingers, pick up the firm end of Suzanne's stool, and place it into my mouth, watching it break off from the softer end of the turd in the process. I wrap my lips around this glistening, smelly log, sucking on it more than slightly and even biting down gently into it with my teeth. I am totally amazed by the taste that eventually enters my mouth after about a minute of doing this -- it is actually SWEET tasting! Never in my wildest dreams could I imagine someone's bowel movement tasting like this but this was the hard evidence!!

Once both the taste and smell of Suzanne's faeces was available, together with her sweaty, aromatic pantyliners, her fishy vaginal tang as well as the acrid smell of her pee I knew I was going to come as hard as I ever had.

"MMMMMMmmmmmm Suzanne. The smell of your poo is AMAZING!!!!... It is so much sharper than your heavy-smelling pads and your fishy smelling 46-year-old cunt. I can smell the sweat but I can also smell your poo inside your underpants! Mmmmmmmmmm.....GOD I can smell the fishiness of your pussy deeply when your pad is pulled to the side and your stale pee mixed with it. But that turd is strong. Earthy. Sharp. Unmistakably shit. Mmmmmmmmm... and the taste....it's so sweet on the back of my tongue. Mmmmmmmm...GOD Suzanne, that tastes incredible inside my mouth. SO sweet but so foul all at once. Disgusting to take someone else's faeces into my mouth and to suck on it like this. Mmmmmmmmmm....such an earthy taste as well. Along with the sweetness. I expected to be horrible and bitter. But not at all.....OHHHHHH GODDDDDDDD....the smell of your poo Suzanne....Mmmmmmm....the taste..... so foul, so EARTHY...I can smell your fishy cunt discharge so deeply on your pantyliner....MMmmmmmmm....your cunt, your fishy vaginal odour, your underpants....OHHHHH SUZANNE.....the smell of your poo....the fishy smell of your hairy cunt...your wee...your poo....OhHHHH the smell of your pads...your poo...your wee....OHHHHHHHH GODDDDDDDDDDD........."

Multiple spurts of thick, gluey white semen shoot out of my huge cock in a number of thrusts -- flying across the toilet with the poo and underpants on it -- and splattering onto the cistern and toilet wall, with me milking the final drops of my ball juice down onto the remaining poo log and panties below.

My penis still drips semen 2 minutes or more after I come onto Suzanne's stinky bowel movement as I stand over it with at least 6 inches of the same inside my mouth, still smearing its sweet, sweet flavours onto my tongue and filling my senses with its raunchy, raw odour.

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

 

A great night of passion

 

 

 

 

 

It was one of those hot summer nights where no matter what you do, you are drenched in sweat. She was wearing a short black skirt. No underwear and a Bikini top that was just barely covering her gorgeous perky tits. Her nipple got hard just at the sight of me walking up to her house, knowing that what is coming next is only things that most people only see in porns.

In preparation for the festivities of the evening, I already had my thre3tier cockring on knowing that it wouldn't be long before she was down on her knees sucking me as hard as hard as she could. She loved my cock without any of my rings on. But when wearing thre3tier cockring sets, she knows that I just keep getting bigger and bigger the harder she sucks.

We proceeded to the side of her family's house and started doing shots of Jamason and drinking beers. Within 20 minutes, we finished a six-pack and half of a bottle of Jamason. As she was finishing her last beer for the moment she spread her legs open, Showing her glorious already drenched cunt to the world for all its glory. Her clit was already swollen out of her hood waiting in anticipation for me. She wasted no time at all while exposed my already hard cock.

As she looked down, she smiled and said. "Is that for me? It looks yummy. How about I see how big I can get it." She started sucking my cock as hard as she could Like her Life depended upon it. Knowing the harder she sucked the bigger I got. While she was sucking she started rubbing her clit.

It was at that point that took my whip and slapped her hands, saying to her" Did I tell you that you are allowed to touch my cunt you little filthy slut." She started moaning on my cock as she choked herself trying to take it all in her mouth. It was at that point that I pulled her off my cock by the back of her hair and I said." No..."

I pulled her skirt up to above her waist and wrapped my arms around her. Holding her upside down I lifted her up and started to suck and tonguefuck her clit..She started moaning extremely loud.. "You need to be quieter, now suck you filthy whore.".. While I'm sucking and tonguefucking her clit. Her moans became louder and louder on my cock. It only took a grand total of 90 seconds before she squirts and it starts dripping down her body onto my cock. I threw her down to the ground and said. "Now look what you have done" I take my whip and tie it around her neck and force her to continue sucking my cock.

It's at this point that I go into my bag of goodies and take out our rabbit. As my cock is still swelling up in her mouth I place the rabbit on the ground. She sides it all the way inside of her as I put it on full blast it starts gyrating inside of her and flicking her clit as she moans on my cock and mumbles" Im squirting again." It's at that point that I pull her off my cock via whip. While choking her, I tell her. " Keep the rabbit inside your tight cunt and start riding my cock with your ass."

Without a moment of hesitation she turns around and takes all of me deep inside of her. I grab the rabbit from her hands as she grabs on to the top pole on her fence and slides furiously up and down on my huge cock. I start fucking her in sync with the rabbit as she yells."I have never been fucked like this before in my life.. Don't stop. Please don't stop, I just keep squirting over and over from your cock in my ass." Like a waterside her pussy kept squirting soaking both of us in her hot juices.

I force her to hold onto the rabbit and just sit with my cock in her ass as I reach for our strap-on. I tie the strap around the rabbit. Holding it in place inside of her. Then I told her. Grab onto the top of the fence and in doing so I lift her up and start fucking her ass hard and fast.She scream out

"OOOOOOOOOMMMMMYYYYYYYYYYGGGOOOODDDDDDDD.. Whatever you are doing dont stop please I love your hard cock pounding my ass".. As her pussy juices started gushing down my legs as she kept say" Fuck me harder, Fuck me harder, Yes Yes Yes." over and over until we were both drenched in sweat and pussy juices.

At this point 90 minutes has passed. I still didn't cum but needed a few moments to cool down and rehydrate. I Loosen the strap only for the rabbit to fly out of her along with a gushing sound which was all the extra juices still trapped behind the rabbit. While holding her up and with my cock still in her ass I walked us over to the hose. We are both over drenched in sweat and sex. She picks it up the hose and starts spaying it all over us while I still continue to fuck her ass at a slow pace. We then went to the chairs where we first started.

With my cock still in her ass she turns around and our bodies are inches away from one another. We then start kissing passionately as I tell her." I love you with all my heart.." Reaching for 2 beers out of the cooler she replies.. I love you to.. No man has ever compared to you." As I reached out to grab the other half of the Bottle and started pouring us shots I said." Well... Has any man ever did to you what we are currently doing.".. Her reply was." What are you kidding... You are the first and only man who ever fucked my ass.. And you cock is so big but It feel just so good in there.."

It was 20 minutes all together and the whole time my cock was still throbbing in her ass as she was still slowly sliding up and down on it. We finish A large gatorade.... TBC

Forced by the Stallions

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Follow Her Lead Pt. 01

 

 

 

 

 

 

Anna and Tracey took a last sip of wine as they waited for the waiter to bring back Tracey's credit card.

"Thanks, Tracey," Anna said. "This was great. The food was delicious, everything was perfect."

"It's your birthday, isn't it," Tracey replied. "It's the least I can do for my favorite person in the world." The waiter returned and left again, and Tracey said, "Let's go, so I can give you the rest of your present when we get home."

Anna smiled and said, more to herself than to her lover, "Ooh, goody; I can hardly wait." She had a pretty good idea what that present might be; in fact, they had often exchanged the same gift with each other before on special occasions.

But as soon as they got in the car, Tracey, becoming a bit agitated, said, "Nope, that's not going to work. Sorry, I can't wait until we get home. Take my panties off." She arched her body up on the seatback, lifting her rear off the seat.

"What?" said Anna glancing at her, giggling slightly.

"You heard me, take my panties off. Hurry up!"

"What in the world are you up to," Anna muttered as she reached under Tracey's dress, which she had already pulled up to her hips almost, and pulled her panties down her legs and over her high heels. They were silky and white and lacy, and when she got them off, they were rolled up in a tangle.

"Smell them," Tracey told her. Anna held them to her nose and smelled. "Do they smell dirty?" Tracey asked.

"A little," she giggled. "Are you trying to entice me? I love your smell, especially when you might be a little dirty down there. You know I do."

"Yes, I do know that. Smell some more and then look inside." She started the car and drove off.

Anna smelled them again; parts smelled laundry-detergent fresh, other parts slightly musky as you would expect after wearing them all day. But she also noticed the aroma of Tracey's pee and a little bit of her soiled ass. She untangled them and looked inside. She could see a slight yellow stain in the lower front and a dark brown smudge in the lower back.

"The trouble I go through to give you a decent birthday present, I don't know," Tracey said, beaming. "I peed in them a bit this afternoon at work and took them off until they dried, then put them on again."

"Oh, wow," Anna said, putting them to her nose once more, smelling deeply. "Lovely! What about the shit stain?"

"No, I made that in the ladies' room at the restaurant, and that was no easy task, I can tell you. Do you know how hard it is to shit a tiny bit and hold the rest inside? Especially when it's demanding to all come out? Just for you!"

"Fuck, Tracey, you really do love me! That's so sweet! Look, love, let me show you how much I appreciate it." And she took the panties, turning them inside out, and put them to her mouth, licking the pee stain, but especially the shit smudge, slowly and with exaggerated relish. "Mmmm, you're delicious. And you have more for me?"

"That was the idea, but you're not going to get all greedy on me now, are you?"

"For your shit, you bet I am! You know how much I crave it! I want all of it!"

Tracey was silent, as if contemplating something. Then, sounding perturbed, she said, "Hmmm, that is being overindulgent, even if it is your birthday. I don't know, Anna. I don't think I can allow this. Punishment is in order, I'm afraid. No more gifts, for one thing." Anna sensed the atmosphere in the car changing drastically, becoming dark and ominous. She knew that Tracey would expect her to react accordingly.

"Yes, Mistress," Anna responded meekly. "I shouldn't act so selfish. I'm sorry."

"Ah, that's good to hear, Anna., much better. Keep licking those panties until we get home." The rest of the short ride home was made in silence, except for the occasional sound Anna made in her throat indicating the pleasure she was getting from licking the panties.

After parking the car, Tracey told Anna to put the panties in her mouth and keep them there while they walked from the parking lot to their apartment. The thought of being seen by someone with the panties half in and half out of her mouth was titillating and anxiety-inducing for both of them. Suppose a neighbor saw Anna sucking on the panties? How would she be able to face them again? But the thrill produced by the mere thought of getting caught, of being so naughty out where anyone might see, was what made it so enthralling. It was dark now and nobody was about, but the thrill of it remained. They went into the living room, and Tracey told Anna to take the panties out of her mouth and to get her some wine. She then sat on their black leather couch.

"Yes, Mistress." Anna said and went to the kitchen and opened a bottle of wine from one of the cupboards.

Then she heard Tracey calling her. "Seeing it's your birthday and you licked my panties so appreciatively, you may have some wine, too."

"Thank you, Mistress. That's very kind of you."

She brought the glasses of wine to the living room and gave one to Tracey.

"Put your glass on the coffee table, Anna, and sit on the floor by my feet. They are absolutely killing me right now. I wonder if it's my new heels? I was going to kick them off when we first got in, but I wanted you to see them up close. Do you like them?" They were red leather pumps with five-inch heels.

Anna picked up Tracey's right foot and held it gently. "Yes, Mistress, they're beautiful. Very sexy looking."

"Sexy? How do you mean?"

"Well, just the way they look on your lovely feet, especially the five-inch heels. And the red color, of course."

Silently, Tracey raised her foot until it was at Anna's lips. She knew what she wanted her to do with her shoe, and Anna kissed the pointy toe of the pumps and then licked all around the leather that covered her toes. She stroked the red leather with her tongue making it glisten with her saliva before wiping it dry with her cheek. She tilted the shoe up and licked the sole, which was only slightly scuffed, this being the first time she wore them. They tasted a tad dirty, gritty as if from a sidewalk and somewhat mud-stained from a small grass section they had to walk across near the curb. She ran her tongue along the mud stain, not exactly savoring it, but not repulsed, either. Then she moved her mouth back to the spiked heel and began to lick and suck it like a cock. She could feel the heel go to the edge of her throat. She moved her mouth in and out on the heel, soaking it, sucking it hard.

"Mmmm, that looks gorgeous," Tracey told Anna. "I wonder how many men would love to have their cocks sucked as well as that!"

"Thank you, Mistress. I love your shoes."

"Now my feet, Anna, caress my feet." She removed the shoes and with her fingers she caressed Tracey's sole and the ball of her foot and then her toes, each one. Then she did the other foot.

"Suck them."

"Yes, Mistress. I'd love to." She put a foot in her mouth, all five toes, as far in as she could, licking them with her tongue. They tasted slightly pungent, but not the least bit offensive to Anna, and smelled faintly sweaty, though not much. Then she did each toe individually, sucking each one and licking all around it. Tracey rested her head back on the couch, moaning softly.

"Fuck, your mouth feels so wonderful. So wet and sensual." Next Anna tongued the sole, biting it gently between licks, and up onto the instep and down again to the heel. She spent about five minutes on each foot, bathing them with her tongue and saliva, interrupting her actions only to take an occasional sip of wine. Once she dribbled out a small mouthful of wine on Tracey's instep and toes and then quickly licked them clean before the red liquid rolled off onto the floor. Anna saw Tracey reach for her pussy through her dress when she did this, touching herself briefly.

"Your mouth and your tongue are so soothing and enticing at the same time," Tracey told her. "Lick my leg now up to my pussy. Slowly."

"Would you like me to take your dress off first?" Anna asked.

"That would be nice." She raised her arms in the air so Anna could remove it.

"Your bra, Mistress?"

"Would you like me to take it off, Anna?"

"Your breasts are beautiful, Mistress. I always love looking at them, even touching them...."

"No, enough, stop talking. You sometimes say too much, Anna, and I don't like it. That is so presumptuous of you, telling me about touching my breasts. I don't want to hear anymore. I will just leave my bra on."

"I'm sorry, Mistress." She rearranged herself on her knees and choosing Tracey's left leg first, licked her ankle and then her calf. She worked her way slowly up her perfectly shaped bare leg, going back to front, over her knee and onto her thigh. Tracey opened her legs wider the higher she went, until she was sitting on her coccyx, her pussy fully exposed. Anna could smell her urine just barely on her well-trimmed bush and on her labia, and couldn't wait to taste it. Finally, her tongue was licking her pussy, all around the opening, tasting her acrid pee, her juices that were beginning to leak out of her.

"Do you like tasting my pee, Anna?" Tracey asked.

"Yes, Mistress, it's delicious." She was going to say more, but didn't want to displease her with too much talk like before.

"Take your top off," Tracey ordered. Anna was wearing a coral-colored blouse and a black skirt. Tracey took the top from her and dropped it on the floor in front of her.

"Come taste some more of my pee then," Tracey said, and a stream of liquid shot out of her and into Anna's mouth and face. She gulped quickly, trying to keep up with the flow. Some of it landed on the leather couch, which could easily be wiped clean later, and Anna's blouse absorbed the rest of the spillage onto the floor. Tracey grabbed Anna's hair and pushed her head down so her piss landed in her hair, soaking it. When she was done peeing, she scooched down even farther, pulling her legs back, revealing her asshole to Anna. She stared at it, then at Tracey.

"Is my asshole all dirty? I can't remember if I wiped it at the restaurant. Probably not."

Anna looked at her asshole again but said nothing.

"I asked if it was dirty, Anna. Answer me."

"Yes, Mistress, it is."

A lengthy silence ensued before Tracey said, "Well? What are you going to do about that?"

Anna remained silent, though inside her head she was screaming with the wish to bury her face in Tracey's filthy ass and devour her.

"Anna?"

Finally, Anna stammered timidly, "Shall I..."

"Shall you what, Anna? Speak up, I can hardly hear you."

"Shall I lick it clean for you?"

"Would you like doing that?"

Anna paused and then murmured, "If you want me to, Mistress."

"Of course, I want you to, Anna. I love seeing you clean my dirty asshole with your tongue; it makes me so hot."

Yes, yes, yes, Anna bellowed to herself inside her head and aimed her tongue directly for Tracey's asshole and licked all around the sphincter before plunging through it. Her tongue was bathed in her shit which tasted earthy and bitter but delicious and captivating as well. Tracey grabbed her by the hair after a while and raised her head up; Anna's lips and the lower half of her face were covered in brown shit. She suddenly raised her bottom off the couch using her arms mostly and asked, "Did any of my shit get on the couch?"

"Yes, Mistress, a little."

"Lick it off the couch and then lick my asshole some more." She did as she was told with a secret joy bursting inside of her. There were few things that gave her more pleasure than eating Tracey's ass, tonguing her dirty hole, tasting her shit.

"Your tongue is so delightful licking all around and up into my ass," stated Tracey, "but it's really made me want to shit now. I can feel it inside me, Anna, getting ready to slide right out of my asshole. It's getting harder to hold it all back." She paused, staring into Anna's eyes. "Would you like me to shit in your mouth now?"

Anna's voice raged inside her brain, Please, please, yes, shit in my mouth, give me all you have... but she said nothing.

"Your silence is getting awfully annoying, Anna," Tracey berated her. "I expect an answer when I ask you something. I see I'm going to have to get the whip."

"No, Mistress. I'm sorry. Yes, shit in my mouth if that pleases you."

Tracey let that response go unanswered for a while, and then said, "Lick my asshole again, deeper this time, and I will think about it." Anna buried her face into her ass once again. Most of the shit was gone now, so she concentrated on thrusting her tongue as deeply as she could in Tracey's asshole. She was hoping whatever was inside would come gushing out displacing her tongue and filling her mouth.

Suddenly Tracey announced, "No, Anna, not yet. You can't have my shit yet. Come in the bedroom with me and take your skirt off."

They both got up and Tracey led them into the bedroom. It wasn't the bedroom they slept in, but an extra room, what might have been a second bedroom or office. There were just a couple of pieces of furniture in this room, and near the center was what looked like a trapeze hanging from a chain in the ceiling. Fastened to the bar of this trapeze were padded handcuffs. After Anna took her skirt and panties off, Tracey attached her wrists to the handcuffs and adjusted the length of the chain so that her tippy toes just barely touched the floor, putting almost all her weight on her arms. Anna hung there straining with her toes to hold herself up. After several minutes of watching her, Tracey left the room.

About ten minutes later, she returned, naked and obviously flushed, carrying a cat-o-nine tails. Anna was really struggling now, her arms starting to ache. She was beginning to sweat from the exertion.

"How are you, Anna?" asked Tracey. "Is everything all right?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Tracey walked over to a small armchair and sat down. "I feel so wonderful myself right now, too. Do you know why, Anna?"

"No, Mistress."

"Because I just masturbated and made myself come. Look at me, Anna, I want to show you how I did that."

Anna turned her head in the other direction, refusing to look at her.

"I said look at me, Anna. Do I have to hit you with the whip?"

"No, Mistress." Anna moved her arms, turning the trapeze in a half-circle, until she was facing Tracey in the chair.

Tracey pulled her legs up onto the arms of the chair giving Anna a wide-open view of her pussy and asshole. Anna gazed at them longingly, her desire to devour her lover's well-trimmed, slightly curly pussy and lovely asshole overwhelming her. "First I took my fingers of this hand, licked them like this" (she put her fingers in her mouth and sucked them hard), "then put them in my asshole like this." She inserted her middle two fingers into her ass to the hilt. Her rectum was very accommodating, and her fingers slipped in easily. She fucked her ass with them, moving them in and out as she breathed harder. She did this for a few minutes before proceeding with her narrative.

"Then I took my middle finger of my other hand and touched my clit with it" (her middle finger entered her pussy and she moved it near the edge in a circle). "It felt so good, Anna; can you see how that would feel so wonderful and make me come?"

"Yes, Mistress."

She remained sitting like that on the chair for another few minutes, working her fingers in and out of her holes, moaning occasionally and breathing hard, staring at Anna between closing her eyes and sighing in ecstasy. Anna stared back at her, wishing she could substitute her own fingers for Tracey's, while struggling mightily to stand on her tippy toes. Then Tracey closed her eyes and gave a scrumptious sigh, her legs shaking, her breath coming in spurts. She removed her fingers and caressed her breasts, continuing to sigh. "Just like that, Anna, though that time was even better. Mmmm." Then, looking at Anna, she suddenly laughed slightly and uttered. "Poor Anna."

She stood up and walked over to Anna and put her fingers of both hands to her lips. "Taste," Tracey ordered her, and Anna greedily opened her mouth to suck the fingers. "This is my pussy," she said and put that finger in her mouth. Anna sucked it deliciously, taking all of it in her mouth to the knuckle.

"Now my ass," Tracey said, putting the middle two fingers of her other hand into her mouth. "You love these best, don't you, Anna; you're chin and cheeks are still coated with my shit from before. This is only a tiny taste, I'm afraid, and not nearly as much as you would like."

"Yes, Mistress. I wish it were more," she said, not caring if she thought that too forward. She ran her tongue all over and around her fingers, trying to taste every inch of them.

"You are so greedy tonight, Anna. You are like a spoiled child, so unlike you."

Anna made no reply, but continued to suck her fingers. Finally, Tracey pulled them from her mouth and stepped away. She then wiped her sopping fingers on Anna's nipples, causing her to moan. They stared into each other's eyes.

"You would love me to kiss your breasts now, wouldn't you, Anna, to lick those nipples and taste your dirty slimy spit." Anna literally bit her tongue so as not to speak, to not acknowledge that desire that had her loins feel on fire, and closed her eyes. To her great surprise the next thing she felt was Tracey's nipples rubbing against her own, her breath on her face. She opened her eyes and looked into Tracey's, just inches away. Neither woman could conceal the pleasure this was causing. Kiss me, kiss me, Anna pleaded with her eyes. But instead Tracey took a step back and clucked, "Poor, poor Anna."

Anna was struggling hard now trying to stay on her tippy toes. Tracey watched her struggle, expressionless and unmoved, and then looked down at Anna's toes again and said, chuckling, "I remember you trimmed your toenails last night, maybe you shouldn't have, they might reach the floor better." And then after a short pause, continued speaking with a steely voice, "Oh, but then I would just raise the chain higher, wouldn't I?"

Anna didn't respond to that comment, except with additional grunts from straining so hard.

"Your toes are very pretty, Anna, I must say. I really like that color on you. Just the right shade of red." Anna thought of the color she had painted her toenails with; it was her favorite color. But other concerns were beginning to make themselves known.

"Thank you. But Mistress, I'm sorry, I really have to pee."

"What?" cried Tracey. "Pee?" Then she hit her with the whip across her bottom and then her breasts. Not hard, not to make a mark or cause pain; just hard enough to surprise her and spark both their imaginations. Anna twisted around on the trapeze, dancing on her tippy toes.

"Please, Mistress, I really must pee. I can't hold it much longer."

"You are such a nuisance, Anna, and only because it's your birthday do I not get very upset with you." But she wasn't about to unbind her and allow her to use the toilet. She went to a closet and pulled a clear tarpaulin off a shelf, unfolded it, and placed it on the floor under the trapeze. Then she retrieved a large wide-mouthed cylindrical plastic container from the same shelf, brought it over to Anna, and placed it on the tarp beneath her. "I will lower the chains a bit so you can squat over the container and not make a mess. But be quick about it and sure of your aim or you will feel the whip again."

Tracey lowered the chain and Anna felt immediate relief as her feet touched the floor. She stopped lowering it when Anna was just a few feet above it, and almost immediately she began peeing, the yellow fluid streaming into the container. It was an exquisite relief to be peeing, to feel her bladder slowly drain of fluid, and as the pressure eased she began to contemplate mischievous deeds. What could she do to provoke Tracey's ire and how might Tracey respond? Would she get physical with her beyond the whipping? Instead of the whip might she use her body to lash her with, her hands and fingers and feet to discipline and punish her

 

When the container was about a third full, she moved her foot to it and kicked it over on purpose, spilling her pee on the tarp. She stood up but kept peeing, her flow streaming down her legs now and onto Tracey's legs and feet as well. Tracey yelled at her, calling her a "piss slut," and, grabbing the cat-o-nine tails, whipped her across her ass again, which only seemed to make her pee harder. Tracey moved next to her and put her hand in Anna's stream, splashing it up onto her body, drenching her. She took her hand and wiped it across Anna's face and dribbled the piss from it into her mouth.

When she finished pissing, Anna suddenly displayed a frightened and astonished look on her face and was about to cry out a warning, an apology for what was about to happen, but instead pleaded in a low defiant voice, "Mistress, look at me. Please! Oh, my God, Tracey!" And almost before the words were out of her mouth she began shitting onto the tarpaulin, a long fat turd followed by two smaller ones that splashed into the piss. As soon as she saw this Tracey removed her wrists from the handcuffs, telling her how awful and disgusting she was, and would be punished for her actions. Seizing her arm, she forced her to collapse onto the floor right into the mess she had made. She fell down with her and took a handful of shit and smeared it all over Anna's body, smearing it on her tits and torso and up to her face. Anna fought back, grabbing part of the long log on the floor, smashing and rubbing it on Tracey's tits and face. A large piece of the log remained in her hand which she began to spread on her own pussy, her filthy fingers making her feel so hot and perverse.

"You said before I should shit in your mouth if I wanted," Tracey hissed, "well, that's exactly what I'm going to do right now, bitch!" She got Anna onto her back and maneuvered herself so her ass was over her face. "Open your mouth!" she yelled. Anna saw the turd peek out of Tracey's ass and slowly at first, and then much more quickly, flow out and into her mouth. Yes, yes she bellowed inside her head, give me all your shit, every scrap of it right in my mouth, you lovely nasty cunt, you. Her hand with the log in it continued to caress her pussy hard, and the second Tracey's turd touched her tongue, she climaxed, her soiled fingers rubbing her clit.

Tracey turned around, and seeing her shit piled up in Anna's mouth and aware that she'd climaxed, gave a shout of delight and beamed, "Oh, my God, Yes! Look at you, birthday girl! Un-fucking-believable! I hope you liked that as much as I did, baby, because birthdays don't get any fucking better! See all this shit?" and she removed the pile of turds from Anna's mouth and held them in her hand in front of her face, "that's what I was afraid I wouldn't be able to hold back at the restaurant. Then we would have had none of this to enjoy!"

Anna gleamed at Tracey. "You're fucking amazing, and I'm so glad you were able to! Get down here, you crazy cunt!" And she pulled Tracey on top of her, took the shit she was holding, and spread it all over Tracey's tits and onto her neck. They held one another, fake fighting and laughing and kissing, smearing their shit all over each other, loving the sensation, the awesomeness of it all. Finally, they just collapsed in one giant hug and rolled around in the mess they had created.

"Happy birthday, baby!" Tracey said to her lover, once their cavorting had begun to ebb.

Anna hugged her again, entwining her body with her legs. "Thanks, love. It was the best birthday ever! Ooh, I don't want this to end yet. Kiss me, let me hold you, fuck your pussy and ass with my tongue, make you come over and over. I want you so much!" And they made love long into the night.

Concert Washout - a Story

 

 

 

 

 

 Note: This story contains Female Desperation, and Accidental & Deliberate Wetting. A recent forum post asked about early experiences so perhaps I should tell about mine. I never had any problems when I was younger; as far as I can remember I never wet my knickers or my bed until my late teens, although I can recall several incidents involving friends. In most cases they wet themselves laughing, probably the main cause of accidents for teenage girls. In my case I was a poised and confident student of 19 when I first experienced the thrill and embarassment of weeing myself, though as two of my friends also soaked their pants at the same time we had a good laugh about it. The three of us had gone to an open air pop concert in the country on a gloriously hot summer day. Of course, there were the usual chemical toilets, which we risked using during the morning but which were increasingly foul later in the day. Anway, we found ourselves a pleasant place on the hillside with a good view of the stage but away from the main crush. We danced a lot and drank large bottles of Pepsi or water as we rested, sprawled out on the grass. By mid–afternoon we all needed to wee but as girls do, kept putting it off. As we sat down to rest after a particularly wild dance I noticed Carrie holding herself between her legs as we lay panting for breath on the grass. She saw me looking, announcing to us all that she had almost peed her knickers during the last dance and was so desperate she wasn’t sure she could reach the loo even if there wasn’t a queue. There was, as we could see from where we sat. We would also have to pick up all our gear and push through a crowd to get there.Rosie admitted that she too badly needed to wee as did I, suddenly becoming nervous about what might happen if I didn’t go off to the toilets very soon. I belatedly realised that I was in some danger of a rather embarassing accident, but then grown women didn’t wet themselves, did they? Apparently they did, and sometimes deliberately as well. Carrie looked at the queues then looked at us, saying, “I’ll never make it through that lot. I’ll pee myself before I’m halfway there anyway so I’m just going to sit here and do it in my knickers – its warm and they’ll soon dry! I looked at Rosie who was picking up her things ready to head for the toilets. We both looked at Carrie who had pulled her skirt back and was sitting with her knees up and legs slightly apart. We could clearly see her blue knickers which suddenly darkened as she just sat there and wet them, a stream of wee running down the slope in front of her. We were speechless but the sight of Carrie just letting go made us both more aware of our own need. “God, that feels better,“she announced. “ Well come on, surely you two have wet your knickers before – it’s easier than the trek to those smelly old porta–loos. “I have not,“I growled, “I haven’t wet myself as far back as I can remember and I don’t intend to do it now,“though with an increasing suspicion that I was in a situation where it might just happen. Rosie just grinned and said it wouldn’t be her first accident and at least this time she was wearing a skirt. Apparently she had wet herself some weeks earlier when walking home rather drunk from a friends party. The need to pee had just crept up on her and before she realised what was happening she had soaked her pants and jeans, much to the amusement of her mother who had been waiting up for her.We sat there giggling like kids at the story. Even Rosie was laughing about it till she stopped suddenly and clasped herself between her legs. “Don’t make me laugh anymore or I’ll wet myself again.” she spluttered. To which Carrie responded that if it was that bad it would be running down her legs long before she reached a toilet, reminding her of the long queues. Rosie looked across to the nearest lines and then looked back at Carrie. “You’re right” she grinned with a resigned sigh, “If I’m going to wet my pants I might as well do it here as there. At least it will only be you two who know about it, and Carrie’s pants are wet anyway!” With that she sat down on the slope, skirt pulled clear as Carrie had done, legs drawn up and apart with her knickers clearly visible. She sat there for a while, staring across to the stage. “I can’t do it,” she moaned, “I’m bursting but I can’t let go.” Carrie looked at her. “That happens to me sometimes. Just relax and think about sitting on the loo, then just let it flow.” I began to wonder at that point just how often Carrie wet herself rather than use a toilet.Rosie sat there, eyes closed. Then she stiffened and I watched fascinated as a jet of pee spurted through her pants. She relaxed a moment and then the flood came. A torrent soaked her pink cotton knickers and trickled down the slope away from her before soaking into the ground. She seemed to wee for ages and I watched, intrigued by the sight of my friend sitting there wetting her knickers. “Oh God that feels better,” murmered Rosie, “What a relief. Oh its hot and it tickles. Its running up my bum!” The flow died away and she pulled some tissues from her bag and mopped her thighs. “You’re right, “ she said, “I would never have hung on till I reached the loo. That’s so much better, even if I have got a wet bum.“They both looked at me. Despite the pain in my bladder I backed off doing what the others had done – I was just too embarrassed. Before we could talk any longer a new group began to play. My bursting bladder had me dancing anyway so I jumped up, hoping the movement would help me hold it. Well it did for a while. As the music died away I suddenly felt a warm spreading wetness between my legs. Instinctively I tried to stem the leak but to no avail. The trickle down my thighs turned into a flood. All I could do was stand there looking foolish, wetting my knickers like a silly child. In my surprise at what was happening I cried out, “Oh, Oh, Oh! I’ve wet myself. I’m weeing in my knickers. Oooh! Its running down my legs!” I seemed to wee for ages, standing there legs spread, staring in embarrassed surprise at the growing puddle around my feet and the wet streaks down my legs. A warm damp feeling tickled my bottom as the wetness spread through my cotton pants.“Well, if you want everybody to know what you’ve done that’s the way to do it,” laughed Carrie, stopping to put her arm around me as I started to cry. “Don’t worry,” she said, “Its happened to all of us but it’s much better to quietly wet your pants before you lose control. That way no–one need know you’ve had a little acccident.” Embarrassed as I was I had to admit that I been rather silly. After drying my legs with tissues and a spare tee–shirt I began to feel better. I didn’t even find the feel of my wet knickers uncomfortable, in fact as I danced the feeling of the wet material rubbing my clit made me feel quite randy, though at the time I thought it was more to do with the music!An hour or so later we needed to wee again and as we were all still damp simply sat on the grass and wet our pants again. This time I found the feelings of naughtiness at doing something so forbidden quite exciting and paid more attention to the exquisite feeling of hot pee washing over my crotch. I began to appreciate why Carrie seemed to find pleasure in wetting herself. It was late when we left and before walking the couple of miles home wet ourselves again. I enjoyed that walk.My parents were away so I had the house to myself for the weekend. I needed to wee again by the time I reached home, but instead of using the loo thought “so what, I haven’t used a loo most of the day.” Standing in the back garden I just let go again, loving the feeling as the hot wee filled by knickers and ran down my legs. As the flow died away I rubbed myself to a wonderful orgasm. As a new source of pleasure this was exquisite.Since then I often wet my knickers when the opportunities for such private pleasures present themselves. I have managed to avoid public accidents, though there have been times when I have wet myself on a country walk or on a beach. I’ve only wet the bed once and don’t think I could hide this from Mum if it happened too often (I do my own washing so she has never come across wet underwear). It happened one morning when I again had the house to myself. I woke up desperate but was too lazy to get up and go to the loo, so lay there, rubbing myself to help me hold it. Then I came, and promply lost control and wet my pants as I lay there. No–one knew about this accident except me, but one day Mum is going to notice the large stain on my matress. I think I will tell her I was drunk and had an accident when I didn’t wake up in time.
By: Poseidon