Friday, May 16, 2008

The Golden Awakening

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Bonnie and Michelle met the first day of Secretarial School. They ate lunch together the first day and found they had a lot in common. Movies, boys, music, boys, books, boys..

Bonnie was telling Michelle she couldn't find an apartment she could afford. Michelle couldn't believe it. She had an apartment she couldn't afford and was thinking of moving out.

"How does $200 a month each and we can live together sound," Michelle said. Bonnie was ecstatic. Her dilemma had been distracting her and now her problem was solved.

Bonnie moved in that night. They both realized they would be giving up some privacy because Michelle's apartment only had one bedroom and one bed. At least it was a queen size, Bonnie mused. She had never slept with a roommate before but what could it hurt. Michelle had another slight problem she had to share with Bonnie. She should have told her before she moved in, she thought.

"Bonnie," Michelle said. "I have one more thing to tell you. You may want to pack and leave after I tell you but its only fair that you know."

"What's that, Bonnie asked curiously. How bad can it be?"

"Well I have to set my alarm clock for 2:30 every night to get up and pee. If I don't I almost always wet the bed.

Bonnie laughed. "Is that all. That's not a problem. I probably won't even hear it that time of the night. I'm a pretty sound sleeper. They both giggled as they hauled the last of Bonnie's clothes from her car.

It was their 7th night together as roommates. They had ordered a pizza and had a few beers.. Michelle's alarm went off but she didn't hear it.

Bonnie awoke with a strange odor coming from under the covers. She turned in the bed and felt the warm wetness squishing her leg. She lifted the covers and smelled the strong aroma of piss. She didn't know why but it overwhelmed her. She saw Michelle's firm, round ass cheeks and her panties glued to the crack of her ass from the wetness. Before Bonnie's fingers could even reach her pussy she came.

"UGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," Bonnie moaned as the orgasm swept over her. God, what came over me, she wondered. That's never happened to me before.

Suddenly Michelle woke up. She knew immediately what she had done. She turned to Michelle in total embarrassment.

"I'm soooo sorry Bonnie, Michelle cried. I'm so ashamed of myself."

"Hey, don't be, Bonnie said. Don't worry about it."

They got up and changed the sheets. Michelle had taken the precaution long ago to put a rubber covering over her mattress so she wouldn't ever leave any permanent odor or stains.

A couple days go by and Bonnie can't that morning out of her mind. The aroma, the feeling of the warm urine soaking her t-shirt and legs. Not to mention the sight of Michelle's round, little ass cheeks sucking those piss soaked cotton panties up into her crack.

That night, after Michelle fell asleep, Bonnie turned the alarm clock off. She laid in bed awake all night waiting.

Suddenly, without warning, she felt the warm piss soaking her leg. The piss was coming in a stream, splashing over Bonnie's panties and shirt. She began to cum immediately. Her body was racked with orgasms. She was fingering her pussy vigorously, not wanting this to ever stop. When the last orgasm subsided she fell into a deep sleep.

"I don't understand why the alarm clock was turned off, she heard Michelle mumble. I'm sure I turned it on."

"You turned something on alright, Bonnie hissed. It was me."

Bonnie grabbed Michelle and pulled her on top of her. "Do you have to piss right now," Bonnie whispered.

"Yes, Michelle answered. I'm going to go to the bathroom.

"Piss now, Bonnie ordered. The sheets are already soaked. Piss now!!!"

Bonnie felt the the gush hit her pussy. She went out of her mind as an intense orgasm exploded between her legs. She never felt anything so depraved and delicious. She felt another orgasm welling up inside her. "God damnnnnnnnnn URGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," as her body shook relentlessly, cum flowing from her pussy in waves of pleasure..

Michelle, caught up in Bonnie's depravity, began thrusting her pussy into Michelle's cunt. She felt her swollen clit assaulting Bonnie's pussy and an orgasm began welling up into her cunt.

"I'MMM CUUMMMMMMIIIINNNGGGGG." she screamed. They both smelled the aroma from the mixed fluids streaming from their dripping holes.

Michelle laid on top of Bonnie for a long time without moving.

Bonnie broke the silence. "I can't get enough of this Michelle, she whispered. I want your piss on my tits, my pussy and even in my mouth. If you think I'm horrible just tell me and I'll move out.

She got her answer when Michelle reached over, picked up the alarm clock, and forcefully smashed it on the floor.

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Saturday, May 10, 2008

The "Golden" Rule

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I met a real wanton hussy this last weekend and couldn't wait to write about it. Laura was fixing a flat tire on a little red Miata, pulled off the road rather perilously. I pulled off to offer my help, and was pleased to see that my boy scout move rewarded by a fine young redhead, about five-three, not skinny but packed into a short leather mini, with a leather bikini top, with small tits, in gogo boots to boot.

After Laura accepting my offer of a "coffee" when finished with the ahem, tire, we bounced off to a local bar. We palavered back and forth getting the usual pleasantries out of the way, when she shot me this haymaker; "I have never done this before, but I am really horny. Would you like to come back to my place for an evening to remember? How very prophetic! I answered her by reaching across the narrow table and kissed her deeply. A jolt of electricity ran up and down my spine with the intensity of this girl's kiss. I had never in my life kissed a woman with such a talented tongue. If fucking her was going to be half as fun, well, you be the judge.

We shot over to her place, and proceeded to make out deeply, furiously ripping each others clothes off. I steered her to her bed, which wasn't hard to find in the little one bedroom flat. Laura said she wanted to shower and bathe first. When she flipped the lights on in her bathroom, I was pleased again to see a large, sunken bathtub. After a quicky shower, we filled the tub with steamy fragrant, soapy bubble bath. I couldn't wait to actually taste her perfectly coiffed vagina. She was on her back, with her thighs wrapped loosely around my neck, thrown over my shoulders. Her lovely wet fruit was presented to me glistening with her honey dripping out and down into her beautiful rosebud.

After feasting on this beautiful shiny peach for a long, long, very long time, She mounted me with her back facing me. Laura started rocking on my cut, seven inch, quite thick penis. She had her feet on either side of my hips, and was posting up and down on my penis like a jockey on a stallion. She was really getting it, swaying from side to side. She was alternating moaning some deep guttural jibberish, and screaming loud enough to wake the dead. Her orgasm's arrival was announced not just by her screaming and crying, but lo and behold, she was PEEING all down my angry, unsatiated penis and achingly full balls.

She was actually crying and sobbing now, "Oh, I am so sorry. I just can't control my bladder when I come."

I tried to keep an angry scowl on my face, but it was as difficult a chore as I had taken on lately. I was so turned on I couldn't believe it, any more than I believed her about this being an "accident". But I still wanted to exploit this touchy situation to my own degenerate end, so I took her firmly by the shoulders and waist, and lowered her head into the now drained end of the tub, along with the remains of her "accident".

My penis was about to explode, as I pushed the bulbous head of my dick into her pulsing asshole, lubricated with her urine and the juices of our coupling. Her anus offered a token resistance, and the complete filthiness of the whole ordeal inspired a "world class" orgasm or my own. I wanted her to see how turned on I was. As I started to come, I pulled out of her ass, flipped her on her back, and spooged thick, viscous jism all over her heaving belly and tits.

The next morning over a delightful breakfast, she stated that she only could achieve orgasm by evacuating her bladder during intercourse. I stopped her in mid sentence by saying, "Don't apologize for some of the best sex I ever had."

I was crushed when she informed me that she is the wife of a wealthy doctor. And that she keeps this little apartment as a place to seduce unsuspecting men. Then she delivered the coup de grace by telling me that the entire turn on for her was in the seduction, and that now that she had her way with me, well, she kissed me deeply on the lips, and left me standing in the parking lot in the rain.

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My Bulging Bladder Story

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For those who have an interest in an experience where a lady's bladder became so full it protruded very noticeably and became a turn-on for her partner, I can offer this story. I must warn you, I am over fifty and if you are not interested in the incident involving a mature woman, this is not for you. But, if you want to know how this author recognized the erotic impact of desperation, read on.

My husband and I took a trip to India a few years ago. We stayed once at an older hotel, where the facilities and air conditioning were not terribly good, and had booked a bus tour through several sites of the surrounding country. The bus was to leave in the morning, and not return until late afternoon. This was India in the late spring, and it was hot- over a hundred degrees in the morning, and rising.

I dressed in shorts and a thin shirt, preparing for the heat. My partner warned me to drink lots of fluid, as in these high temperatures we were going to be sweating profusely. Both of us consumed several glasses of water and soft drinks before boarding the bus, and carried a supply of drinks for the day.

It was indeed hot outside, but the bus was air conditioned. As we drove, it got colder, and in my brief attire I was chilly. With all the liquid I had consumed, after being cold for a while, I was feeling a need to urinate. However, it wasn't that bad, and I just waited. We made several stops, at each of which we were outside for quite a while, in the extreme heat. Between stops we were on the bus, where it rapidly grew very cool.

We made a lunch stop at a small village. I ate little, in the heat, but drank quite a bit because we were sweating and I was dehydrating. After lunch, we were invited to use the local restroom facilities before boarding the bus. On entering the facility for women, I found myself in a cement walled room filled with women, queued up to use the "facilities"- which consisted of three holes in the floor. The users simply squatted over the holes. The floor and walls were covered with black slimy grit, and looked like they hadn't been cleaned in fifty years. The were no partitions, no privacy of any kind. There was only one window. It was extremely hot, the place was crowded, the line was long, and the stench was unbelievable. While some of our group made use of it, I simply left - figuring whatever it took, I would just hold on. I couldn't take that place.

The men's facility was either less offensive or the men were less affected. My husband had relieved himself. I considered looking for a concealed place outside, but there was no place of privacy. I knew I had good bladder control, and decided simply to wait, however uncomfortable I became.

The day went on. My husband noticed I was grimacing and squirming, but holding on. The paradox was that at every stop I was drinking liquids and feeling dehydrated because of the intense heat, yet I had a very full bladder which the cold of the bus accentuated, and I could find no place to empty it. By mid-afternoon I was really in pain. Several of the other women had either used one of the local facilities, which I couldn't stomach; or refused to drink, which I feared would expose me to heatstroke. My husband was acting sympathetically, but he had relieved himself several times during the day, and I suspected he was at least slightly enjoying my predicament. Toward late afternoon, my bladder was hard and swollen under my shorts, and to show him how bad it was, I told him to feel my abdomen.

When we finally got to the hotel, I was in agony. I was still in control, but the pain was awful. We went up to our room. Before we even opened the door, I had started to unbutton my clothes. When we entered, the air conditioning was working poorly, and it was hot. There was a fan, and I stopped in front of it long enough to kick off my shoes, throw off my sweaty shirt, and drop my shorts, soaking up the air blast as I did so. My mate stood by, looking at me in profile. With nothing on but my underpants and bra, I turned to run into the bathroom, but he stopped me with an exclamation. He said something like, "can that be you? I never saw that before!" I stopped and stared, despite my intense discomfort. He went on and said, "I 've got to see this - I wouldn't believe it - won't you take off the underpants?" Amazed, I pulled off my panties and looked at him- then at what he was staring at.

He was looking at the front of my abdomen (not that he hasn't seen it often before). It was bulging out very obviously - probably sticking out at least an inch and a half. The protruding part was round, and very hard to the touch. It extended from just under my navel down to my pubic hair. He immediately put his hand to it and felt it. I protested, but he insisted on examining it. It told him it was my bladder, and that I needed instantly to empty it, because it was so painful. Even I was a bit intrigued at its appearance - I had never before seen myself so swollen. Now I am well past fifty, and several pregnancies have left my abdominal muscles a lot less firm that they once were, so usually my abdomen protrudes a little, but it usually feels soft. Now there was no softness, it was all hard, and protruding as I had never seen it before. My mate was fascinated, and kept wanting to look at it and feel it. I was tugging away, anxious to get to the bathroom, fidgeting, and doing the classic pee dance, shifting from one leg to the other while he gently palpated my extremely full bladder. While fidgeting, I unhooked my bra and threw it off, planning to head for the toilet and then a shower.

I told him how much it was hurting, and to just let me go, but he begged me to delay a moment. I could sense he was not only fascinated, but aroused. My abdomen looked and felt as though it had a baseball inside. I could hardly bear the pain. He reached up and touched my breasts, and said something - I don't recall the words, but the idea was an invitation to sex. I reacted by indicating OK, as soon as I go to the bathroom. His response was "No - the way you are now!" I remember his words. Obviously my badly distended bladder and intense discomfort was a turn-on for him. It wasn't to me, but I just wanted to get it over with so I could relieve myself. I gritted my teeth and told him OK, but hurry, and that I couldn't have him on top of me because my bottom could take no pressure.

I didn't watch him, but I know he was undressed in seconds. I wasn't much interested, just wanted to get it over with and end the agony, but I was, rather reluctantly, willing to accommodate him if I could just hold on long enough. It did occur to me that my pelvic muscles were so tightly clenched that he might not be able to even enter me. What did happen was that we had a big mechanical problem. I knew he couldn't be on top of me, and I couldn't even lay on him. We tried to couple standing up, but my abdomen was so hard and swollen we couldn't get the angle right. Finally he just laid on the floor (in the heat, the bed was far too hot) and had me lower myself on top of him, in a sitting posture. To my surprise, his organ entered me easily, despite my tightened muscles. He said something about me feeling like a vise, but at the time I didn't care.

Then I experienced a strange feeling. I've had full-bladder sex before, but never in a condition this extreme. At first the pain was awful, but as he moved a bit, I must have been aroused more than I could realize. The extreme pressure and stretched, swollen feeling was still there, but it changed a bit - it was no longer painful, it was even a bit enjoyable. I couldn't understand it. Suddenly I climaxed, quite unexpectedly. For a moment I feared losing bladder control, as I understand some women do when this happens, but mine held on. My muscles stayed tight. His orgasm came a few moments later. We stayed together a few moments, sweating, exhausted, as the feeling within me returned to agonizing pain again.

I got up, heading for the bathroom, and my mate was right behind me. I felt like I couldn't bend, or sit, I just needed to relieve my pain. I stepped into the tiled shower area, spread my legs and let go. My mate stood and watched, as I poured out the biggest, strongest stream I had ever experienced. It went on and on, and while he looked, the swelling in my bottom parts gradually subsided.

Afterwards, it was several days before I could easily hold my pee more than an hour or so at a time - my bladder's revenge, I suppose. I can recall this now as I something I enjoyed in some sort of perverse way, but I've never felt like going through it again.

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Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Stretching Peggy's Bladder

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Thursday, May 1, 2008

Watersports - Chapter 1

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Chapter 1

This is a TRUE story about the beginning of my love for the "kinker" things in life. In order to get the full picture of my obsession for this non-status-quo love, I think it's best to start at the VERY beginning.

When I was 16, I had a girlfriend named Kathy. She was my first REAL girlfriend. I met her when I was a sophomore in H/S. I thought she was the prettiest thing in the school! She had a nice round ass with small perky tits that always stood out in her wool sweaters. She had LONG straight brown hair (remember the 70's?) and always wore the jeans with no back pockets in them. I always thought that made her ass look GREAT! She was kind of a giggler when I first met her. She always had a smile on her face. I couldn't imagine why ...until later in our relationship. After about a year of dating and a few drive in scenes, parking in the most unusual places, freezing our ass off in sub-zero weather, We decided that we wanted to be together even MORE! So, we began the midnight routine of meeting at her window at her parents house. I use to leave my house at about 11pm and knock at her window real lightly. Her parents window was no more than 8 feet away. Kathy use to open the window and we'd kiss through the screen.

As you can probably figure, this only frustrated both of us. The screen was much to difficult to remove in order for me to climb in. So, we thought of a new idea. She would push her bed up to the window, prop up the pillows and let me watch her rub her pussy. She just LOVED to masturbate! I thought this was great! I have always been the type who LOVES JUST watching a girl cum.

She would finger her pussy till it got wet, then use the juices to rub on her clit. Then she would rub it in a circular manner till her back arched real high and then her eyes would squint, teeth grit, and face would get so red that I thought she would BUST! Then she would just let out a couple of "oomphs" (trying to be quiet so as to NOT wake her parents up) and then just lay there with a big smile. Needless to say that gave me such a hard on, my rod would pulse with pain inside my tight jeans.

After a about 2 months of this, I came back to her house a 2nd time in the same night. She was surprised to see me again , but glad. She could see the frustration in my eyes. I just sighed and she asked me a question that really hit me strange.

She said she would try something new for me if I would jack off for her. Ok, now you have to picture this scenario....I was 16 years old, OUTSIDE her window, in the FRONT of her house, 12:30 AM, a school night, 35 degrees, in October, her house was on a corner of a major street, and one side street, cars zipping by at 45 miles an hour. A small bush was all that kept me from being in full view from the street.

"What do you have in mind" I asked. She said "Look what I found in my Mom's bathroom". She reached under her mattress and pulled out a large red bag with a long white hose attached. On the end was a 5-6" tipped end with a bunch of little holes in the sides of the tip.

"What are you going to do with that" I jokingly asked her. She replied "just pull out your `Charlie' and I'll be right back" (`Charlie' was my cock's nickname.. HAY, NO laughing allowed!, that was her idea, NOT MINE!) I started to rub my cock through my jeans when she carefully left her room. I heard the bathroom sink run for a few seconds, then she returned with the bag FULL of water and couple of towels under her arm.

"Are you rubbing `Charlie'?" she whispered, "not yet" I lied as my hand stroked my bulge under my Levi's. She lay out the towels on the bed and pulled her "snoopy" nightie over her head and sat down right on top of the towels. She had a look in her eyes that I had never seen before. It was sort of a determined look of confidence like she'd done this before. She had a long pole hanging from the ceiling next to the bed with her vast collection of stuffed animals hanging on it. She had removed one of the creatures and replaced it with the bag of water.

She lay down on her bed with her legs spread open on each side of the window sill. Her knees were bent just enough to bring her pussy closer to the window for me to view. The nightlight was plugged into the wall right between her legs and under the window.

I stood there in awe wondering if her parents were going to wake up from all the noise we were making. I unzipped my pants and began stroking my dick with my ice cold hand. She pointed the end of the hose at me and released the clasp and it squirted water through the screen. It was very warm. I shook my head and let out a small snicker. "Real nice" I whispered. "You afraid of a little water?" she asked, as she reached down with one hand and spread her pussy lips open. She took the tip and slid it right into her pussy hole. This sent my cock in a throbbing frenzy! I couldn't believe what she was doing! Then she released the clasp and I could see water running out her pussy, running down her asshole and ass cheeks and all over the towels. She took her other hand and put the hose between middle and ring finger. She began rubbing her clit while regulating the flow of water through the hose by squeezing her fingers together. I watched through the screen as she masturbated. She had her back arched with her hips rotating freely up in the air.

Water gushed out of her gleaming snatch, ran down her tight little pucker-nut asshole, dripped off her round ass cheeks, and onto the towels on her bed.

My hand had warmed up a bit, and my cock was hard enough to cut diamonds. I spit on my hand so I could stroke my rod easier. My pants were down to my thighs as I clenched my balls with my other hand and stroked my huge cock into a cum-churning boil. Our eyes caught each other, she paused and asked me if I was rubbing my cock yet.

"NOW I am" I said. With that response she asked me to tell her how it felt. "I can feel the cum building up in my balls" I lightly said. She began to rub harder and faster releasing more water. "My cock is so hard it could bust the brick wall separating us right now" I murmured. With that she arched her back and rolled her head into her pillow and let out a muffled moan. The water was running all down her thighs and dripping from her ass as she pushed her thighs up the air like an acrobat.

She was rubbing hard and fast just when I felt myself about to fire my wad. "I'm gonna shoot" I said. "do it now, shoot your load all over the window so I can see it" she said.

I backed up a couple of feet, my ass almost sitting in this damn bush, I reared back and shot my rocket in a HUGE arch and hit the glass and the screen with 3 huge globs.

I looked back in the window and saw her bucking and moaning with her head buried in 2 pillows sounding like she was crying. Water was all over her bed, ass, and legs. As she finished, She looked up and saw my cum dripping down the glass and smiled real big and asked if it felt good.

"Can you fit that bag in your purse" I asked?

END CHAPTER I





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Watersports - Chapter 2

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