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The once hot cum in the front of my panties is now cooling against the front of my crotch as I try my best to walk, still weak at the knees, down the street. I have a panty crotch full of cum here, which feels fucking horny I must say - cold, but horny!” I exclaim. “Well, if that didn’t work, Humph, then I am going to have to go to a little bit further to sort you out because I want you hot and ready when we get back to yours,” Emmy says with a hint of wryness. We just hold each other in a strong embrace the entire time Emmy is pissing through her panties onto my already wet and messy crotch, enjoying the taboo nature of what we are doing.
I guess, "Well, maybe you have seen some girls peeing in the woods on the way home from school." No, but he says I am close. One night I cannot sleep, I think about the look on Spencer's face when he saw me sitting on the toilet. As I stand up one day I shall be working at the family Pipp-Thompson's house, I take courage and decide to ask Spencer if he wants me to pee for him — the way I want to do it. "Take your time, Josie," Spencer says as he looks at my breasts, which stick out between the sides of my dress.
She slapped his face once again just for the fun of it, then she inserted her toes into his mouth and said, "Suck my toes while we wait for my friends to arrive." Silvina took her turn, aimed, and dropped a big glob of saliva into his mouth. Paula turned to Jessica and said, "Let's go out and let Silvina have her fun." Silvina knew that Paula and Jessica would let her have the whole evening with Robert--that was part of her prize. _Forgive me, Paula!_ Silvina thought to herself as she sat on Robert's softening cock still inside her vagina. "Wonderful fun!" Silvina stood and said, "I got my toes sucked AND fed him a huge dump."
"What a fantastic spray she's got," Pipp-Thompson thought amazedly, "and what a sizzling, hissing pee sound!" A smile spread across his face as his amazement turned into a feeling of happiness while Jenny continued to concentrate on fine-tuning the position of the bucket. "But what about your suit, Mr. Pipp-Thompson," she said, "I suppose it is going to be soaked with pee!" "By the way," she thought, "maybe he deserves to get his fine suit soaked with piss because of the nasty tone he'd had in his voice!" "Oh, dear," she said, putting a hand over her mouth, "you look like a wet duck if there ever was one, Mr. Pipp-Thompson!" His hair was wet, and pee ran down his face.
After getting used to the idea Caroline often found herself wondering what the lifestyle was actually like and that was how she'd eventually ended up here at this holiday camp, naked in an aerobics class, trying to stop her boobs from bouncing around too much as the instructor at the front jogged on the spot. He pushed her up against the wall, Jenny staring silently as his hand slid between Caroline's leg, feeling her wetness. Caroline moaned and spread her legs slightly allowing his hand to better rub her clit and press against the entrance to her pussy. Caroline moved her hand to her clit and began frantically rubbing it, knowing he wouldn't last long, the noises he was making told her he was close to coming already.
Sitting up over me, I could feel her wetness against my cock, it felt gripped by the sides of her pussy as she moved my hands to her chest, making me toy with her nipples. Nobody was looking at us and so Grace relaxed her bladder and a second later I watched with wide eyes as pee began to drip from the edge of the bench, pooling on the grass beneath her. I tugged her panties down to her knees and pushed my cock up inside her, her wetness making her easy to slide all the way in, a single thrust and I was pressing my hips to her bottom.
I had been holding out for a long time for myself, and I was so hard that even though I was aiming at her tits, the moment I started pissing it went all over her. Once I finished pissing on her, she started licking and then sucking my cock, really moving her head; just on the verge of coming, she took me out of her mouth, aimed my bell end into her face, and wanked me off until my spunk was dripping down her face. As I had come, I was feeling quite placid, and did not expect what happened next; Susan pushed me down, and started grinding her pussy into my face.
They were both submerged in the sea of undisrupted calmness and when Laura occasionally petted Rachel on the head, the kitty girl purred softly. ‘What she might be up to?’ – she asked herself, but as kittens don’t like to think too much, her thoughts wandered away quickly and soon Kitty Girl fell asleep. ‘Oh, what’s wrong’ – Laura asked in a sarcastic voice – ‘Kitty has to use the litter box?’ As an answer, Rachel meowed in a high-pitched voice and looked at her with a begging look. She relaxed her muscles and with a series of quiet, high-pitched meows Kitty Girl started to pee. First weakly then in a stronger jet Laura started peeing all over Kitty Girl’s face.
I sit down on my ass and open my legs, still holding the nail clippings. You decide I'd better sit on your desk to watch me insert the nail clippings. I crawl back, put the pitcher on your desk, and when back down on the floor, I curl my arms around your leg and look up with pleading eyes. I put my hands on your thighs and decide to use my mouth alone to pull your cock out from your underwear. I release my piss now, full force and feel your pesky nails come out in a pleasurable stream. Sucking your cock, kneading your balls, swinging my ass, and pissing all over my cute cat tail is your last holdout.
Pushing her against the bathroom counter, we kissed again, her arms wrapped tightly around me, my small hands roaming over her breasts, twisting her nipples as I secretly delighted in her gasps. "Oh, please…" she gasped, hips pushing forwards as she pulled my face into her, and let me feed on her, my tongue finding its way inside of her dripping cunt. The following Christmas Kay and Cindy gave me a joint gift, a sexy little bikini like out fit to match my ears, complete with a tail and kitten paws for both my feet and hands, one that I wear proudly at those times when I am feeling my most kitteny!
Anticipating the night I did as I was told showered, shaved and proceeded to put on my Red garters with Black stocking and my very tight black bodysuit. When I returned to work wearing my sexy underclothing, the feeling of my Garters rubbing on my legs and smooth ass cheeks. My Mistress first rubbed my backside, then my legs and then proceeded to hug around me making sure she had both of my tits in each hand and squeezed whispering how much she loved me. Then I was ordered to go and make sure I was stuffed and to shove it in and out, because she wanted me to enjoy the feeling of all that cock going in and out of my hot pussy.
I got off on knowing that, at any moment, someone might wander outside into the cool Seattle night for a smoke or a hit off a pipe, or just some fresh air, and they’d see me, the hem of my dress clenched in one fist, my fingers slipping into the waistband of my panties, the movement of my hand beneath the material as I teased myself, my eyes never leaving Kay’s painfully beautiful face. I’d had a little too much wine, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d gone to the bathroom… it began as a trickle of warmth that soaked through my panties, dripping from the crotch before growing into a tickling stream running down the insides of my thighs.
I tried to hide my breasts with my arm and cover my pussy with a hand, trying to find a way out of the room, but no matter where I looked, the walls had neither doors nor windows. But my breath almost stopped when I saw the huge appendix between her legs, a cock stood pointing into the air where her pussy should have been, so thick that I wasn’t sure I could wrap my fingers around it and long enough to grip it with both hands. “Please!” I tried to beg once more, but instead of an answer I felt Natalie’s fingers spread my pussy lips apart and cool air tickle the insides of my moist folds.
Emma had shaved her pussy especially for the show and as she whirled on her back she began to pant slightly, her breath laboured with excitement at the thought of the countless eyes all staring between her legs as a single drop of pee squeezed its way out of her. She almost jumped when she felt Evan's hands on her legs, he was raising his face closer to her now, his mouth open as the flow weakened, finally ending with a few drops splashing down to join the pool on the floor as the music came to an end.
"I have just gotten myself a new boyfriend today, Mr. Pipp-Thompson," said Jenny; she had never thought about what had happened earlier that day as a way to capture a man, but it had worked just fine — at least in Mr. Pipp-Thompson's case. With a smile Jenny added in her thoughts, "— with his mouth," but did not say that because it looked like Penelope had had enough for one day. "It's time to taste your pee," he said and placed his mouth on her pussy where the stream had come out. Jenny thought of the time when she and Penelope had, as little girls, compared the taste of their own pee with the flavour of the other's.
She lay on top of the big bed and opened her arms to me; I kissed her lips and then her neck. I felt her hands on my breasts, her fingers on the hard points of my nipples. I kissed each hard bud and flicked my tongue over them rapidly; she was breathing heavily as I moved lower and kissed her stomach. I could smell the aroma of her pussy as I ran my tongue down slowly; even the soft pink flesh above her cleft smelled sweet, I inhaled it like it was an expensive perfume and I heard her sharp intake of breath as I delved lower and took her jutting clitoris between my lips and sucked. She was every bit as wet as I'd been and I wanted it all. Pushing her hips up at me, she wrapped her legs round my neck as I sucked at the wet, pink flesh of her slit.
Glancing around carefully, I decided to be a little daring and pop the button of my jeans and loosen up the zipper a bit, just enough that I could slip a couple fingers into them and assure myself that yes, my panties were wet and that, beneath them, my cunt was even wetter. Worse, perhaps, or perhaps not, for it took my mind from the humiliation of pissing my jeans, I felt the last vestiges of self-control flee as the orgasm that I’d been ignoring came back to haunt me. Oh, and yes, I left a ridiculously large tip before fleeing, a reminder never to stop there again, in case someone recognized me as the girl who pissed her pants… but not before taking a quick moment to write it all down...
He swings a bandanna in his hand with a playful smile and then wraps it around your mouth, not too tight, but clear there is to be no talking back. He runs his hands lovingly over your body, circling your nipples. His hands explore the skin of your tummy, gently brushing the hair over you pussy, and then squeezing your thighs. As you relax at the touch you immediately feel a squirt of wetness and clench again. He places the vibrator right next to your lips, you start to squirm in excitement now. Stop!' The vibrator touches your lips as he slides it along them slowly, and to the flesh over your clit. You realize you are loosing control as he slides the vibrator in and out slowly.
I step on gingerly, being careful not to expose my stockings and suspender belt or let my cum filled condom slip off my cock, butt plug still vibrating away in my ass. As I see them part the light comes on in the house and I can see Emmy standing on the other side of the window, wearing very little, her legs spread apart slightly in a Wonder Woman-like pose, hands on her hips. The doors slide open slowly in front of my face and Emmy takes up position beside me, her fingers reaching down my ass crack giving my cummy asshole a little rub. I can feel the hands holding the panties release my ass and the cock slowly pull out of my asshole.
She soon turned into vapor, and he found himself in bed in his dorm room on top of a twitching and quaking girl with his softening cock buried in her mouth._ "I want you to sleep on me and fuck my mouth all night just like Diane said you did to her." Facing Doug, Alice said, "Will you sleep on me like Diane said you did at the Feminists Now meeting?" "I didn't sleep on Diane at any Feminists meeting..." said Doug. "Look," said Doug, "I'll sleep on Tawanda tonight. With Tawanda tied to his bed exactly as Diane had been a few days earlier, Doug headed to the shower down the hall to get ready for bed...
Although she couldn't talk really, under her dressing gown she was naked, still nervous about revealing this in case Emma didn't feel the same as she did about the two of them, the years in between yearning for her friend, never knowing if she remembered the drunken things they did together as teenagers. Paul began to fuck Sophie, each thrust pushing his cock further inside her, feeling her tight moistness against the head of his tool with each shove of his hips. Emma just smiled, then got up and walked away to the bathroom, Sophie staring at her naked bottom as she left the room, wondering if maybe her dream had happened after all.
"Wait for me, I just need a pee," said Rhonda to her new boyfriend, Albert, as they rose from their seats in a snack bar. That way, your pussy will be free of the tuft such that it can easily pump pee into the grass." Rhonda tilted her head and smiled at him. "Listen to that great pee sound!" he said, putting his hand behind his ear, "And notice how high it is!" Rhonda had to laugh, and Albert laughed too. She preferred to look at Albert's face than Gypsy's panties, which now had fresh pee stains in many places. Do you pee on every guy you know?" said Rhonda; she wondered if that was the kind of thing people did when they hid behind bushes.
“I saw you looking at me and watched your cock grow until it was sticking out like a garden rake. “And asked me to hold your wine glass… I thought you needed a spare hand to pull your knickers down.” I remember thinking you had such a lovely cock when it got hard for me in those shorts.” Sophie did the wonderful thing once more and kept doing it over and over again until it was impossible to prevent my spunk flooding into her mouth. I suggest you get yourself in the bath - unless you want me to wet the bed?” I scarpered to the bathroom and watched as my wonderful wife lowered her panty-clad crotch down onto my hardening cock.
Immediately to the left of the barn, four or five ladies appear through an opening between the dense, tall bushes that grow along the lane. I stop peeing, stick my dick into my pants, and follow her like an obedient dog. I get the urge to go over to her, stick my penis against her panties right in front of the crack between those voluptuous buttocks of hers and pump pee through the knickers. She lets her dress fall and runs past me while she frantically grabs her panties through her skirt and tries to pull them up. After the car has passed the tree-lined lane, I cast a glance to the right towards the hill where Marjorie disappeared.