Sophie and Antoinette in the Sex Dungeon - Watersports Story

First let me tell you it is a weird sensation to watch a movie of your wife fucking other men (and women and machines - I will get onto that later in the detail section) when hours before you had said goodbye to the 10 year older version. I had forgotten how thin she was - she had a big ass even then but it was firm and hard and she had a hard, flat belly most women would kill for and although her tits are not large they are perfectly proportioned. She had a great body, I have to admit it. I always knew she enjoyed sex but I didn't know she enjoyed it so kinky. I actually learned a lot from this film when I first watched it with her about ten years ago -and not just emotionally, also sexually.

For those of you who are new to the "Sophie's World" series, or you are reading not quite in order, I will give a quick introduction to Sophie and myself. Any of you who already know it just skip this paragraph. It is a problem I have usually writing for children. In every new book you have to reintroduce the characters! To make it short and sweet - Sophie and I have been married for 22 years, have three kids and live a completely alternative lifestyle. From our first moments together Sophie told me I would have to accept her sexuality or find someone else and as I was already too far gone to say no I of course accepted. I must add that I first met Sophie when she was filming exactly the movie I am presenting here - and that if you look in good old video stores you can still find it. It was re-released in 1985 on VHS tape (the original is 16mm) as "Adventures in the sex dungeon".

Sophie was starring in the film to make more money while going to University and I was doing the finishing work on my first post doctoral paper on the motivations of professional sex actors and actresses. We married less than a year later and she made her last movie actually only a few days before our marriage. Actually it wasn't her last movie - she has a very active extramarital sexual life and she seems to attract visually active men - at least a lot of them enjoy filming her and them or whoever else is involved. We love one another as much as the first day but I know I cant give her what she needs sexually so she gets it where and when she can and enjoys herself doing it. From the very first day she "cheated" on me she has always told me exactly what happened and I have, to be honest, enjoyed hearing it and as the years have progressed I have become dependent upon her stories and really get off on them.

The film starts with her and Antoinette in a grey walled room with lots of chains, pulleys, ropes and things on the wall. The two of them are looking at the things and giggling, especially over the large dildos and stranger things. On the other wall different "costumes" are hanging and the two of them strip and start to try on some of the stuff, helping one another put it on and kissing and licking one anothers nipples. There is as seems to always be in these movies, an attempt to build a plot, which is quite silly as all it is meant to do is get two women naked so they can be fucked. Anyway they manage to get one another dressed into the appropriate S and M leather - Antoinette with a dog collar around her throat and a leather cat suit covering her arms to the fingers and legs to the toes and slit up the sides, tied with things, so her tits could be seen from the side but not the front, and with the ass and cunt cut out so it was fully visible. (She told me later they had to Vaseline the woman off camera to get the thing on because leather is not known for its sliding abilities!).

Sophie ended up in a typical S and M outfit - leather straps around her tits, pushing them up very nicely, and a broad leather belt around her hips. The belt was joined to the "bra" through a thick leather strap with three rings sewn onto it. From behind it was almost identical - except that the "bra" had a relatively thick strap across her back with thin straps in the vertical over her shoulders - that joined the construction around her tits - again attached to the belt covering the upper quarter of her ass with the same broad leather band with a ring in the middle and one on each end. The leather was padded so it didn't pull into her skin - which is very important. Then Sophie took a chain dog lead and attached it to the collar from Antoinette and she played as if she was a dog, both of them laughing.

Then four men wearing only pants came into the room and two took Antoinette and chained her with the other end of the lead to the wall while two held Sophie's arms. They said something but it was about as stupid as the undressing scene so I didn't really register it but the 4 of them converged on Sophie, the two who had tied Antoinette to the wall carrying leg and arm shackles out of leather. They took her to the middle of the room, over a rubber coated mattress and laid her face down on it. Then they took her hands and legs and put the shackles on her, feeling her ass and legs as they did so. Then the one guy came back with a steel bar about 1 m long with cuffs welded onto the ends and they placed this between her legs, cuffing her ankles. To do it they bent her legs up above her ass and attached the shackles on her wrists to the one on her ankles and then spread her legs with this bar. (I asked her later - on the day I was interviewing her 23 years ago - if it had been painful, and she replied that the first few minutes were on the edge of pain but she soon forgot it and that it was never painful, only uncomfortable). Then they took a pulley with four ropes attached to it and fastened it to the bar and the three rings and strung a rope through the pulley.

Which they then strung through another pulley slightly over their heads and started to winch her up into the air. She screamed and begged them to stop, what did they want to do? They should let Antoinette and her go. One of them replied that they intended to let Antoinette go - she had work to do. At which point two of the men came back into the scene dragging Antoinette - who was walking on her hands and knees, by her chain. The other two are still holding the ropes winching Sophie into the air. They told Antoinette to sit on her legs, which she did and to undress them. Each and every one f them was wearing button fly jeans and no underwear and Antoinette slowly unbuttoned and undressed each man, feeling and licking at their cocks as they came free. While Antoinette now alternated sucking and stroking the cocks of the two men who had brought her over the other two, also naked and half hard, tied the ropes to iron rings on the wall. Now Sophie could swing back and forth about 50 cm but she couldn't go up or down nor control at all what was going to happen to her.

The two Antoinette had worked on were now rock hard and one stuck his cock in Sophie's mouth and the second held her still for a moment and then pushed his not at all badly built cock - it was quite a bit larger, and especially thicker than the others - into her cunt. One directed Antoinette so she could either lick on Sophie's tits, pussy or the ass of the guy fucking Sophie while the fourth one shoved a huge dildo in and out of Antoinette's cunt. The thrusts of the guy fucking her started her swinging and the guy she was sucking used her natural rhythm to shove his cock ever deeper into her mouth and throat until she was almost gagging on it. There were screams, some begging and a faked orgasm before the guy in her mouth pulled out and shot all over her face and hair. He traded places with the one directing Antoinette where to lick and not long afterwards the guy fucking her came in her cunt, amazingly not with a cum shot. The fourth guy gave the dildo to the one who had just finished fucking her and took his place, really slamming into her so her entire body was swinging in the air, alternately swallowing or completely releasing the cock of the guy she was blowing, who was directing her head with one free hand, while holding the base of his cock with the other. T

he guy she was blowing came all over her hair and even spurted onto her back and not long afterwards the fourth guy left his load in her cunt, this time in accompaniment to a real orgasm from Sophie, screaming and thrashing as best she could while hanging a metre off the floor. You have of course been asking what is really so kinky about that and in a way you are right - although being fucked by two men while hung in the air with your hands tied to your feet and your pussy spread open because of a bar between your feet is pretty kinky - the kinkiness starts now. One of the guys comes back with a speculum and puts it in her cunt and they slowly open it so that the camera can see deeper and deeper into her pussy until it is really wide open and you can see the cum lying on the walls. Then they open it even further so that they can put in the dildo they have been fucking Antoinette with - and it doesn't touch the sides of the metal speculum! And this big floppy plastic dildo was huge. Antoinette comes into the scene and slowly removes the dildo and licks some cum from it and then she takes a long ice cream spoon and literally scoops the cum out of Sophie's pussy - all with close up camera - you can see the cum lying on the walls of her pink, opened pussy and the juices still gurgling at the base - and eats it, then licks as deep as she can into the pussy with her tongue.

Then it seems as if they rotate her so she is now hanging with her head down, shoulders resting on the rubber coated mattress, her spread pussy now about a metre off the ground, straight up and down. When you look closer of course - which I admit can only be done on the third viewing, you see that they have retied the strap things so she is suspended in this manner. It of course gets kinkier from here on in. With her pussy still spread wide open with the speculum, still trussed and tied and suspended, and a camera about 1 metre above her fully extended cunt, one guy stood at her back and one at her front and both pissed into the speculum that was holding her pussy open as if it were a funnel. Most of it went in, and you could actually see how her pussy filled with foaming piss but a lot went splattering or falling onto her back and tits and face as well. (Now you know why there was a rubber mattress).

Other cameras made sure to capture those angles as well. When they had shaken off the last drops the two remaining men replaced them and did the same, pissing until her pussy actually ran over, piss running out of the specula and down her belly into her tits. (Again I asked about this scene later and she said she hadn't realised until then that piss is warm - she of course knew it but it hadn't really clicked. And fresh piss doesn't actually taste or smell that bad - which I know from some of the kinky things we have done) Then they took the speculum out of her pussy and she clamped her pussy lips together - which she said gave her an incredible feeling, every little movement made the fluid slosh inside her cunt and it was distended to the breaking point - she says it was like being fucked by a huge pulsating cock - and while they laid Antoinette underneath her they flipped her over so her pussy was right above Antoinette's mouth and Antoinette licked at her distended clit while piss trickled out onto her face and then in one act she let the muscles go and all the piss burst out of her over Antoinette, who was trying to drink as much as possible and getting covered in it, and Sophie starting screaming in a real orgasm that made her nipples stick out like hard bullets and her entire body shake and quiver.

The scene then flips to a new room. Antoinette, now dry and completely naked, is handcuffed to the bedposts of a four poster bed so that her torso and incredibly good looking tits - they are probably C cups, nicely formed with large nipples and no hints of silicone - are perpendicular, with her legs wide apart tied with sashes to the other posts. Sophie, still in the harness and still tied is swung into place over the bed and lowered until her nipples are just touching the sheet. Then she is tied tight to the wall so that she has about 10 to 20 cm of swing back and forth. Her mouth is at this point about 10 cm from Antoinette's pussy. One of the men brings a scream ball with a 6 " dildo attached to the front of it and puts the ball end in her mouth - she bites on it with her teeth - and then straps it tight around her head. They position the tip of the dildo so it is just in Antoinette s pussy lips and then the camera flips to the end of the bed.

Do you know what a fucking machine is? If you don't that is OK, I didn't either until that day. It is an electric motor that pushes a piston arm in and out and can be adjusted as to the length of the stroke and the speed of the stroke and whether or not there is a wobble in the stroke or not. At the end of this fucking machine a 12 inch (they measure it with a ruler just to show how long it is), very thick, very veined plastic cock had been attached. They positioned it at the end of the bed and slowly advanced the plastic cock to her pussy lips and then started it. The machine was slowly pushing in and out of her and she was moaning softly, her nipples rubbing on the sheets of the bed and the dildo attached to her mouth had started to enter Antoinette. One guy kept slowly increasing the length of the stroke so that slowly, tantalizingly, more and more of that long plastic cock kept sliding in and out of her. They had it set so that it made a full stroke - every time it came out it came almost all the way out and then started back in again The camera angle changed until they focused down the stroke of the machine - and it was an incredibly sexy sight - her legs tied up in the air, forced apart with the metal bar, her pussy lips swollen outwards, juice leaking down onto the bed (A lot of it was the lubricant they kept putting on the cock she told me later when I asked how she could get so wet for a machine), slightly swinging with the strokes of the machine.

When they had finally got to the point where the machine was going full stoke in and out of her pussy they began to slowly increase the tempo of each thrust. By the time they had it up to 50% of the full speed she was slamming the dildo on her mouth full into Antoinette's pussy and moaning and screaming around the scream ball in her mouth. Suddenly she started to thrash her head and the dildo popped out of Antoinette's pussy and started to rub her belly and leg while Sophie screamed and screamed. I have seen enough of both her fake and her real orgasm to know that this was the real thing. Even that first day when I stepped onto the floor where they were filming and watched this scene live I knew it was a real orgasm. It was incredible - even the director had a bulge in his pants.

The men were stroking their now hard cocks and the camera focused in on the speed dial as they turned the machine up to 85 %. Somehow they managed to get the dildo back into the pussy of Antoinette - and Sophie kept cumming, whimpering now instead of screaming, her hard nipples readily visible as they scraped the sheet and the pulsing of her pussy lips on that huge dildo also easy to see. They slowed the machine down and as they did Antoinette came - actually squirting twice like a man when he cums. I have never seen anything like it - she squirted female cum all over Sophie's face and hair, thrashing and moaning. It was incredible and they worked the squirting from her clit back into the film in slow motion - it really shot out of it. (She said that Antoinette told her that it only happened once in a while so they were lucky to get it on camera, and she told me it tasted like honey) They had slowed down the machine to an almost non-existent tempo and it was only touching and just entering her pussy but the close up of her cunt showed how her pussy lips were quivering and would flutter open every time that thing touched them.

They took the scream ball out of her mouth and she started to beg that they continue to fuck her with the machine - which she had been paid to do, but when we watched it together she said she really did want that thing in her again, it had been incredible - and she begged them to fuck her with it again, pleading, licking her lips, trying to lick on a hard cock as it came near her mouth. Instead one of the men, limp, knelt down before her - they had taken Antoinette away without my noticing it - and holding his cock towards her asked her what she would do to be fucked by the machine and she said anything. Slowly they started to increase the depth of the stroke but not the tempo so it was starting to penetrate but still agonizingly slowly. He flicked a bit of piss from the end of his cock into her face and asked her if she would drink that to get fucked and she said anything and opened her mouth wide.

Then he started to piss in her mouth and she swallowed all she could although some dribbled out of her mouth onto the bed and at the same time they turned the machine from almost 0 to over 70% and full stroke and as she screamed she arched her back so high that her tits were fully visible from the front camera, spitting what ever piss she hadn't yet swallowed all over the lens of the camera that was filming it. The guy who had pissed in her mouth was crouched on the bed beside her, holding her shoulders against the swing from the Sybian machine and it was pounding into her full length and tempo and her eyes glazed over as she started to cum again and again and again, moaning for them to stop but obviously not meaning it. The camera alternated between close ups of her face, her glazed eyes and half open, panting mouth; her engorged nipples sliding up and down the coarse sheets, and her pussy being stuffed with that monster. Then the scene flips and Sophie was lying naked, without the outfit, on the bed, while Antoinette sponged the sweat from her body. Here is where I thought the movie was over because the day I interviewed her the filming ended here. I should have known they would film on more than one day but somehow it didn't click until I was sitting watching it, my hand stuck up to the wrist in the pussy of the same actress, only 10 years older, while she sucked my cock deep into her throat.

The scene opens with Sophie tied face down to a different bed, one with an old fashioned wrought iron headboard, seemingly in the middle of a room; arms and legs spread wide - a pillow under her hips to raise them for fucking, Antoinette tied to the bedposts of the bed, but standing, facing her, her tits crushed against the metal bars of the headboard. One of the men comes into the scene and sits at the point where the pillows should be between Sophie and Antoinette, his cock hard and sticking in the air, pointing at Sophie's face, and leans back to kiss Antoinette who leans over to tongue him. While he does so he tells Sophie to lick his ass and she stretches her head a bit and starts to lick at his asshole while he holds his balls to the side. As this is going on two of the other men come in and one starts to fuck Antoinette in the ass while she is standing and the other - the one with the big long cock -starts to fuck Sophie in the pussy from behind. He was really stroking it in and out of her, long slow strokes and she came although I am pretty sure it was a paid orgasm she faked it very well, arching back up against him, fucking him with her hips until the rhythm was really brutal and they were slapping into one another and she just kept on moaning and licking the asshole and balls of the guy in front of her while she pushed her hips back up against the guy fucking her so that every stroke resounded with a slapping sound as their bodies met.

Then the guy on the screen pulled out and came all over her ass while the guy whose ass she was licking jacked off into her hair. At this point I did exactly the same. She let my cock out of her mouth because she loves to see it spurt and hand jobbed me until I shot cum all over her hair and tits. I missed a bit of the movie, being engrossed in my own orgasm and as I looked back at the screen they had laid her on a table, stretching her legs around the table legs and cuffing them tight and stretching her arms down and cuffing them, ensuring that her body was as taut as a wire and that her tits thrust up into the air. Her head hung down over the side of the table so she couldn't see what was going to happen. The guy who hadn't yet been involved in this scene strode up to her, already hard, with a long thin dildo in his hand which he slowly inserted into her ass until it was all the way in and then he slowly and exquisitely inserted himself into her pussy. Behind her you could see a second table where Antoinette was getting the same treatment.

Antoinette had larger and shapelier tits but somehow Sophies looked even sexier, especially when the next two guys came bringing nipple screws for each woman and as they made the women suck their cocks they slowly tightened the nipple screws onto first one and then the other nipple. I asked her about that as well and she said they had hurt but with all the fucking and sucking and everything else that comes later it gets forgotten pretty quickly. The guy fucking her picked up the tempo until he was slamming into her, tweaking on the nipple screws as he shoved it as deep into her as he could. She moaned around the cock in her mouth and sucked it in deeper, her head rocking with the motion of his thrusts. I thought her neck would break as with every stroke he pushed her head back farther, really tautening the muscles in her neck and I swear you could see when the head of his cock pushed against the inside of her throat. Sophie started to moan loudly on the screen and her nipples seemed to grow even harder through the nipple screws - and her entire body began to quiver. Sophie rocked and quivered and groaned and moaned and the guy in her mouth pulled out and jacked off into her open mouth, most of the cum running out of it and down her face to her eyes, which she quickly closed. The man fucking her just kept up the tempo and then pulled out, pulling out the ass dildo at the same time, squirting his load up onto her arched belly.

The screams and groans on the TV were almost unbearable and she admitted later - real - it is incredible to orgasm when you are tied tightly she said. They untied Antoinette - who had been given the same treatment and to whom the camera gave equal time, leaving the nipple screws on her and she came to the table with a champagne bottle. Antoinette knelt at the end of the table and started to slowly fuck her with the neck of the champagne bottle, inserting more and more until she actually had the shoulder of the bottle in Sophie's pussy. She was groaning and throwing her head but Antoinette simply ignored her and kept on fucking her with the bottle, very slowly. Antoinette peeled the foil from the bottle and removed the thing that holds the cork in place and then opened it with a loud pop. Then she put her thumb on the bottle top and shook it until the pressure was shooting little streams of champagne around her thumb and pushed it into Sophie's pussy.

They had every camera angle you can imagine and replayed it in slow motion three times - it was as someone had given her an electric shock. Her entire body arched against the restraints until her back was in the air, one of the nipple screws actually shot off, and her neck was so stretched you could see every tendon. Instead of screaming all that came out of her throat was a high pitched whine that went on and on. When she relaxed and fell back onto the table Antoinette shook the bottle again and shoved it in her again - with the same result, except that this time it was if someone had turned off the sound - her arching body, champagne running out of her cunt to the floor, every muscle everywhere visible, twitching, again the second nipple screw popping off through the pressure in the nipple and breast, her mouth open as if to scream but soundless.

Now Antoinette was drinking champagne out of her cunt, lifting her ass a little and pouring some in, then slurping it out, Then each of the four men were pouring champagne into her pussy and drinking it and Antoinette was sucking and licking on them until each was hard enough to fuck her again. Sophie was oversensitized (It has happened to us a couple of times and then you can't touch her without her cumming) and as the first man shoved his cock in her pussy, champagne squirting out around it, her entire body shook, eyes glazed over and head lolling. She was panting so hard it was almost as if she were hyperventilating but she moaned deeply with each thrust and the camera caught the quivering of her ass muscles as she arched her back into him. He pulled out and shot a squirt of cum on her dripping pussy.

The next guy was already waiting - and on it went for all 4 - and she never stopped orgasming the entire time they fucked her. Someone put the nipple screws back on her but when the third guy - the well built one - was fucking her they both popped off again, unable to hold against the strain of her body. You have never seen anything like that. All the time, from the moment the first champagne spurted into her until the last guy came on her tits it was one long continuous orgasm, her entire body straining against the restraints, unable to scream or really moan, just enjoy. And the scene is over 20 minutes long.! Sophie just kept cumming and cumming and cumming - and it wasn't faked. When they released her from the table she was bathed in sweat and Antoinette started to lick the cum and sweat off of her belly and tits and then they tongue kissed as the film ended.

At this point she was riding my already hard cock again, watching the screen herself, wondering out loud about how thin she had been back then. I was ignoring her, slapping her ass with both hands as she rose and descended on my cock. The movie was probably about half way rewound when I arched up into her and shot my load deep into her pussy. She squirmed and turned, milking every last drop out of me. I have to admit I was glad she didn't fuck me like that every day. I felt as if I had been milked.

This is probably one of the extremist movies she made - and although she came incessantly she didn't really enjoy it. She likes sex, there is no question there, but she is not big on degradation or pain. In fact we have probably only ever had sex with bondage a handful of times in our 23 years. She made one more, even more extreme film, and then she concentrated on advancing. She has done that very well. She has advanced because she is incredibly intelligent and competent - and it probably hasn't hurt matters any that she fucks her bosses!

-the end-

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He Sipped - Watersports Story

He sipped on his giant sized fountain drink and looked at the clock on the dashboard with dread. He was 45 minutes late. Normally that wouldn't bother him, but he knew that Leesa was waiting at home for him. The more time he left her waiting, the more devious the punishment would be. He said a silent prayer, hoping against hope that she was caught in traffic somewhere. But he knew in his heart that she would never be late to one of these sessions. For a moment he thought of the excuses he might offer, but with a sigh he discarded them. His mistress had no tolerance for excuses.
He walked into the house expecting to find her in full bitch mode. She shocked him by walking out of the kitchen in a soft cashmere sweater and skirt that that caressed her breasts and sweet curves of her ass..

She smiled at him and he realized that all was well. He must have been mistaken about her command that he prepare himself for an evening of her entertainment. She kissed him leisurely, enjoying his taste. As she picked up her jacket she informed them she had made reservations at their favorite rib joint. The twenty minute ride passed quickly as they exchanged the events of each other's day with one another. She ordered their food and two pints of Guinness, his favorite meal in the world. He smiled at her over the black brew, anticipating a relaxing evening with his spouse.
When the meal arrived she asked the waitress for another pint, never allowing him to decline or in fact even state his preference. The meal progressed casually. He loved watching her eat ribs, it was enough to make him fantasize about wet deep blow jobs that she loved to torment him with. She treated each morsel as if it was the most important thing in the world. The exact same way she treated him in bed. He felt his cock beginning to stiffen and realized that he had better go to the bathroom, before watching her made it even more difficult. He rose and excused himself, almost missing her reply in his haste to empty his bladder.

"Did I give you permission to go relieve yourself?"

He sat back down instantly, so well trained was he. For a moment he just stared at her in shock. She had never denied him control over this aspect of his life. It had just never been something she had asked of him. But he knew better than to deny her anything.

"No Mistress, you did not."

"I didn't think so. Eat up enjoy your meal. As soon as your finished I thought we might take in a movie."

Suddenly the ribs didn't taste as deliciously as they had mere moments before. The waitress returned and he was horrified to hear his mistress order him another pint. Silently he complied, clearing his plate and drinking till he felt his bladder would explode. She paid the bill and they began the long walk to the car. She smiled at him as they entered the cool night air.

"It's such a beautiful evening, the movie theater is only a few blocks away, Why don't we walk?"

He instantly took his place beside her, hoping that his display of obedience would win him some reprieve once they had arrived at their final destination. Every single step seemed to jar his bladder. He tried thinking dry thoughts, tried counting backwards, tried to recall every strike of her hand across his ass when he pleased her. In the distance he could see the Marquee, he could just barely make out the names of the movies. He sighed with relief as he saw no lines at the cashier. Perhaps once they got inside, she would give him some reprieve.

Ever so sweetly she smiled at the male clerk, asking him if it was true that this theater was showing Gone With the Wind, for a limited time. The young teenager nearly fell over himself trying to answer her with a resounding yes. She bought two tickets and walked determinedly over to the concession stand. He almost wept when he heard her order two large Ice Teas. He knew he couldn't do it, there was just no way he could take another ounce of liquid. Yet he also knew if she commanded it he would. That was the joy of their relationship.

They moved into the dark theater and found seats away from the steadily growing crowd. He helped her remove her jacket, just as she had trained him. He could make out the outline of her nipples in the dim light the projection booth was giving out. He didn't think anything had ever looked more seductive in his life. As they sat down she positioned her jacket in his lap and handed him his drink. Without a word he obeyed and began to slowly sip the sweet torture down.

The next three hours were spent in an endless agony of clenching every muscle in his body in an almost futile attempt to control his bladder.

Joy filled him as he realized that what seemed like the worlds longest movie was almost over. As Scarlet and Rhett went through a series of misadventures, he felt the slender fingers of her hand slide under her jacket. Ever so lightly she began to stroke his cock, applying exactly the right amount of pressure. As she worked his zipper down he stopped breathing. The combination of the emergent need to urinate and the beautiful sensations she was creating with her hand were indescribable.
She never rushed, never missed a stroke as she worked him up into a cold sweat. His cock pushed up into her jacket. Horror filled him as he realized that the movie was ending and people were getting out of their seats. She removed her hand and with the same sweet smile told him that if he needed to use the bathroom she would wait for him in the lobby.

He struggled to zip up his pants over his raging hard on. Using her jacket as a shield he made his way in a panic to the men's room only to find a line of fifteen in front of him.

Feeling like some kind of a pervert, standing in line for a urinal with a cock so hard it could split iron, he thought that he would scream from the injustice. His eyes sought her out, and he walked meekly towards her. She smiled in sympathy, and assured him that she would get them home quickly and did he think he would be able to make it? He nodded, wordlessly, afraid to open his mouth because he knew how close to begging he was.

The darkness of the car hid his distress as he drew his legs up towards his stomach, clenching muscles he had never known existed until this evening. Tears gathered in the corners of his eyes, as sharp talons of internal pain coursed through his stomach. As the pulled into their driveway he wanted to sprint inside, but he knew better. He opened her door and escorted her inside. With both hands grabbing at his aching cock he awaited her permission.

Finally after what seemed like a millennium she spoke, "You may relieve yourself now, but before you do would you mind pleasuring me?"

She pulled the caressing soft wool up over her thighs revealing his favorite garter belt, higher still until he could see she was pantiless. Instantly he fell to his knee's with a groan and made his way over to her freshly shaven pussy lips. She was wet without him even touching her. The sight and scent of her hot spot drove him past all reasoning. Forgetting who was top and who was bottom he grabbed her ass cheeks and ground his face into her entire crotch. He drove his tongue into her, lapping up ever bit of sweetness she could produce, back and forth he moved his whole face, barely hearing her wails of pleasure.

As he felt her rise up on her tippy toes, beginning the first spasms of her orgasm, fire spread in his crotch. He realized in a panic that he had lost control of his bladder. Like a distraught two year old he grabbed at himself through his pants trying to stop something he no longer had control of. Once he had begun there was no going back and he felt tears of shame mix with her hot cum juice on his face. He had peed himself and there was no denying it. It seemed as if the very gates of heaven had opened, as his urine soaked his pants from the crotch all the way down and pooling on the kitchen floor.

Leesa moved away from him and the mess he had created. Looking down at him in his kneeling position, she smiled tenderly at his distraught countenance.

"Clean up your mess, strip, put in the large butt plug, and come downstairs to the basement to be punished."

His head jerked up in amazement. She was going to punish him any way, even though he had disappointed her. Hot desire filled him as he hurried to complete his tasks so he could receive what he so desperately craved at her hands.

-the end-

Wet and Wild Afternoon - Watersports Story

On hot summer afternoons, I love to take off all my clothes and swim in my pool. My yard is fairly private, so I give no thought to what I do while I swim and enjoy myself. I like to take my chair raft with the cup holders and float around and feel the sun on my skin. I had a few beers and water to drink to help cool my hot body down from the sun. The cool water felt so good on my skin and I couldn't help but put a few drops every so often on my nipples to make them stiffen. Once they are stiff, I love to roll then between my fingers and lift my tit up to my mouth so I can suck on my own nips. I was becoming so aroused and I inched my fingers down my belly and found my clit hard and ready to be touched. As I rubbed my clit, I could feel my pussy juice flowing down the crack of my ass. I dipped a finger in my pussy then two and soon I had four fingers up my cunt, and frigging the shit out of my clit with the other hand. I was so lost in my own pleasure that my bladder let loose and my golden piss started flowing everywhere. I moaned as I felt it spraying from my pussy and I pulled my clit up so that my piss would flow in an arc. I was moaning and screaming wildly, never thinking that anyone else could hear my cries. Orgasm after orgasm spasmed through my body and I heard a voice from behind me.

My neighbor from next door was watching me out her window........and said she had seen me do this before. She had already stripped down to her thong and began to slide those off her hips. Her body amazed me. At 31 years old...she was a bit heavy, large tits and the hairiest pussy I had ever seen. She climbed into the in- ground pool with me, an I realized my fingers were still inside my pussy. She took my hand, slid it out of my cunt and began to lick and suck my piss and cum soaked fingers clean. Then kissed me deeply and I could taste my own piss and juices on her tongue. I slid off my raft and we embraced in the pool. She pulled me up and put my legs around her waist, kissing me the whole time. She told me that watching me finger fuck myself and piss made her so hot that she couldn't resist coming over to taste it herself.

She put me on the edge of the pool and situated my legs on either side of me so that my pussy was spread as wide as it could be. With her tongue, she licked around my clean shaven pussy and found my rock hard clit. She licked gently at first until I started squirming and begging for more pressure. She licked harder and sucked my clit like it was a little cock and I could feel myself starting to cum, but a little piss slipped out and I told her so. She told me to let loose a little at a time so that she could taste every drop off my sweet pee. I let a bit of piss out and she lapped every drop, I let more out and she sucked it up, until I couldn't stand it anymore. I let my bladder loose and my piss was streaming like a river. Her mouth was wide open drinking every last bit of my love juice, it flowed in her mouth and over her face into the pool. She was moving her head so that she wouldn't miss any.
I must have peed for a minute, it was pure pleasure to have her face in my cunt drinking my piss and sucking my clit. Before I knew it, She was finger fucking me with four fingers and slid her whole hand up inside me. I could feel her fist twisting around inside me and when I looked, I saw that some of her forearm was also in me. She was fucking me good and hard with her arm. I rode it until I squirted my cum all over her arm, I was screaming so loud I am surprised that none of the other neighbors heard. Once I had cum, she climbed out of the pool, lied me down and put her hairy pussy right on my face. I licked and sucked and asked her to piss on my face, which she did without any hesitation. I drank her piss like there was no tommorw. I loved every drop and didn't want it to stop. The smell of her pussy and piss was enough to make me cum again without her even touching me. That was our first adventure together and there have been many more since.

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A Different School - Watersports Story

Part 1
By Francine

Eddie Michelson was, perhaps, not entirely a typical fourteen year old. In his midwestern locality, morals and family values were held in high esteem, and this was especially true in his own family. His father, an engineer, and his mother, a physical therapist in a local hospital, did the best to get their two sons quality educations; and, in their view, this meant private schooling. They thought the schools they selected were superior to the public schools in levels of teaching, strength of discipline, and moral values. Eddie's older brother was now away at college, leaving him as the only one at home with his parents. Eddie now attended ninth grade in an all-male school, which his parents thought especially good for his development at this age. There were few single-sex schools left, but his was one of them. It was paired, to be sure, with an all-girl school a few miles away, with which it shared some programs and social events, but Eddie had grown up in what was basically an all male student body.
To be sure, he had plenty of exposure to women - most of his teachers had been female, and he had girls in his neighborhood with whom he was acquainted. However, he had no sisters, and no girl classmates, so Eddie was not entirely comfortable around girls. Not to worry, his mother had told him; lots of time later to spend with girls. What was important, just now, was concentrating on his school work.
This, Eddie did with enthusiasm. He was not an athletic boy, and disliked active sports. His real interests were scholarly, and he excelled in mathematics and science. His real love, however, was languages - his favorite class was German; taught by a lady originally from Frankfurt who also taught chemistry in his school. Eddie admired her, and loved her class. German was seldom offered in the local schools; French and Spanish being much more common. In fact, the only reason there was a German class was that the teacher, really hired to teach sciences, was qualified and on the faculty, and so a single class was offered. There were only six boys taking the course, and now it was only three weeks before the end of the semester. Eddie hoped it would gain be offered in the semester following, but because of the low enrollment he had been told this was in doubt.
Eddie's father was delighted with his son's scholastic capability and attitude, not at all concerned that he was a bit withdrawn. He saw Eddie as a potential engineer, as he was, and found his interest in German a future advantage to him in possibly working for an international firm. Eddie himself was not terribly concerned about his future - just now he was happy with his life. He had his school, his books, his hobbies, and a small number of boys who were his real friends. His mother tried to widen his social interests, but seemed pleased with his intellectual pursuits.
It was on a Wednesday that Eddie was called to the school office, right from his third period class. Eddie had not been been a discipline problem, and with some anxiety he presented himself at the principal's office, wondering what incident might have provoked this summons.
The principal's secretary bade him wait a few minutes, then ushered him in to see Mr. Howard, the principal. Mr Howard was a tall, slender man, good with students, and with a friendly manner. Eddie found this fortunate - he was quite shy, and hated being placed in confrontational situations. Mr. Howard put him at ease.
"Eddie", he began, "you are certainly one of our outstanding scholars. I want to commend you on your grades and your work. We're proud of you!"
"Thank you, sir", was all Eddie could think to say.
"Eddie, you know you are one of the six students in Miss Schmidt's German class. She says you have an unusual ability and hopes you will continue your studies in German. Do you like the course? "
"Oh, yes, indeed, sir! Miss Schmidt is a great teacher - I'm trying to learn as much as I can. I hope to travel to Germany one day, and I would love to be able to read some books in German. I'd like to take German again next semester."
"That's what I need to talk to you about, Eddie," Mr. Howard continued, "you see, Miss Schmidt is having to leave us at the end of this week. She may be back next year, and if so we will try to offer German again, but I'm afraid we won't be able to offer it next semester because we won't have a qualified teacher. In fact, we won't be able to complete the class here even for this semester. You have two weeks to go, and Miss Schmidt won't be here to teach or to give the final exam. I think you do want to complete the semester, though."
"Yes, sir! I am sorry about Miss Schmidt - she's really a great teacher, - I hope she'll be back."
Mr. Howard continued. "Eddie, of the six students in the class, you are the only one who really needs to complete the last weeks to get your credit. As you probably know, two of the boys are not passing the class, anyway, and they will repeat it if we offer it again. One doesn't need the course credit to graduate, and doesn't want to continue. We offered two of the boys an opportunity to complete the course, by going temporarily to another school, but it does not offer other courses they are taking, so it's not workable for them. You, however, have a chance to go to the other school for two weeks, if you wish, and if you take all your classes there, including German, which they offer, then you will get full credit. Then you will return here for the start of next semester. Are you interested?"
"Yes, sir. What school would I go to?"
Mr. Howard smiled. "You will go to Huntington Academy, just for the last two weeks. As you know, we have a partnership with them, and the same buses serve both schools. You will have no problem getting there, and it will be only for two weeks. They do have a small German class, and it will enable you to complete the course."
"But," Eddie protested mildly, "Huntington is a girl's school!"
"We know. You will be the only boy there. We have made arrangements with Mrs. Jordan, their principal, and she has agreed to accept you for this short period. Eddie, I know you may feel a bit out of place at first, but, remember that the great majority of boys in this country go to schools with girls - we are one of the few schools that is still limited to boys only. Believe me, you will adapt! It's won't be that hard. In a couple of years, you'll probably be going all the time to classes with girls. It isn't all that bad!"
Eddie nodded. Mr. Howard explained the details, and gave him some papers for his parents to see.
That night, Eddie explained to his mother and dad what he was about to do. His father just smiled and shook his head. "Eddie - you'll do fine. I'm sure a school full of girls isn't going to scare you!" His mother was a bit more understanding, and gave him a bit of encouragement.
The next Monday morning, Eddie prepared for school - his new one. The school bus normally arrived at his pick up point at about seven A.M.; to get the students to classes starting at eight. The same buses went to both schools, dropping boys at his accustomed location, and taking the girls to the next stop at Huntington Academy. Eddie was less concerned about dealing with the girls than the teasing he was going to get from the other boys. He know several other boys envied him, for many of them would love to be in coed classes; but inwardly he was filled with misgivings about how he would relate to classmates who would all be female.
He readied himself for school; dressed, visited the bathroom, grabbed a bit of breakfast. He was accustomed to taking care of himself, as his father was usually gone before him, and his mother was busy getting ready for her own job. Eddie went out waiting for the bus at ten to seven. The bus was on time, and he was immediately the subject of crude remarks from several boys. The girls seemed to have to say, although one expressed a bit of amusement, saying, "We're going to have a BOY in our classes? "
The bus stopped at Eddie's old school first, and all the other boys got off.. Eddie was left in thee company of a group of girls. While several ignored him, most showed signs of delight, or at least amused interest, at his presence. They weren't, he decided, at all unfriendly. While they were of assorted ages, some older and some younger than he, those of his own age group seemed quite happy to have him.
When the bus unloaded at Huntington Academy, a woman teacher met the bus. "You must be Edward Michelson, and you're going to be with us for two weeks?" "Yes, ma'am," Eddie replied, "and I go by Eddie!" He know he was >embarrassed in this all female surrounding, and he felt he was blushing a bit.
"I am Miss Hardie", the teacher introduced herself, smiling. "We're glad to have you. I'm going to take you to our principal, Mrs. Jordan, so we can explain to you somethings you need to know."
Eddie was ushered into the office and introduced to Mrs. Jordan, who was an older, grey haired, and somewhat heavy lady, but with a friendly smile that reminded him of Mr. Howard. Mrs. Jordan went over the class schedule he would be following, gave him a book of rules, and discussed with him his academic standing and how his grading would be handled. Then, with a smile on her face, she turned to Miss Hardie, and said "Let's bring in Jennifer, now!"
Miss Hardie returned a moment later with a girl about his own age, in the crisp uniform dress all the girl students wore. She was nice looking, about the same height as Eddie, and slender. Perhaps she was not a real beauty, as girls go, but she certainly wasn't homely. Mrs. Jordan introduced her.
"Eddie, this is Jennifer. She's a ninth grader, as you are, and she's one of those in our German class; so she'll be taking German with you, and a couple of other classes as well. Now, Eddie, I know there's a lot you'll want to know about how our school operates; so I am assigned Jennifer to you as your guide, while you are with us. She will tell you what you need to know, and I think you would rather talk to her than to me. Ask you whatever you need to know. I'm going to give her the rest of the period to go over things with you, and then she will stay with you for the first part of the day. Jenny, I want you to make him welcome!"
Jenny led Eddie out of the office and to a bench outside the office, where they both sat. To be sure, Eddie was quite shy with girls, but realized he was going to be surrounded by them. Jenny was friendly, but formal, as she went over the locations of classes, where they had lunch, where his locker would be, and a multitude of other details. Eddie asked her a few questions, carefully, not wanting to seem too ignorant, and especially not wanting to embarrass her.
After a bit, when they seemed to have covered what Jenny thought was necessary, she escorted him to his first class. They entered just as second period began, and Jenny introduced him to the teacher, who then introduced him to the girls in the class. This wasn't as difficult as it first appeared, Eddie thought. The girls seemed to accept him.
He noted at once that the class was much tidier and more orderly than what he was accustomed to. The girls were better disciplined than the boys were, and the classrooms were cleaner and better organized. He did hear a few giggles, and the teacher had only once to deal with students talking in class. Eddie liked the order, and the girls seemed accepting of him.
After end the end of third period, which was German, Jenny left him, saying she would see him again at lunch. On his own, Eddie followed his directions to the next class. It was now just after eleven, and he thought he would take a bathroom break. He looked for a boys bathroom.
He did quite a bit of looking. There were a number of girls' rooms, but he didn't see a boys bathroom any where. He used up almost all of time between classes in looking, with no luck. No matter, he thought, he could wait a bit longer, even if it was a bit uncomfortable; then he would have a better look to lunch time. There had to be a bathroom for boys - surely, the faculty knew that he would need to use one.
He got through fourth period. Even without Jenny, he found he could manage with the girls; although really he talked to them very little. He was beginning to think about his increasing need to find a bathroom. He looked some more - with no results. Of course, he thought, he could ask one of the teachers - they seemed nice! But, the thought of asking a female how to find a boys' bathroom was just too embarrassing! He would try to figure out another way.
Jenny was waiting for him at the cafeteria. "Hi! You found it - you're doing OK! How did fourth go?" Her manner was casual, but Eddie reflected that being his guide was her school assignment. For just a moment he thought of asking Jenny how to find a bathroom - but he couldn't bring himself to discuss such a subject with a girl. His need, however, was becoming much more urgent. It was now noon, and he had last emptied his bladder just after six that morning, and he had been drinking water frequently from the hall fountains. Despite his need, he just couldn't ask Jenny.
Jenny stayed with him though the cafeteria serving line, then sat with him a several of her friends as they ate. Eddie ate his lunch quietly, mostly listening to the girls and saying little himself. He emptied his drink and refilled it, as he sat nervously with the girls. Not knowing quite what to say, he occupied himself with frequent sips from his glass.
When they had eaten, he excused himself from his female companions, saying he wanted "to look around" a bit. Both nervous and anxious he began exploring again for a bathroom. His need was now urgent. His bladder was full and sending strong complaints. He didn't know what to do - the obvious solution would be to approach a teacher, who would surely understand his problem; but in his embarrassment and shyness, he just could not broach the subject to a woman. Still, he knew he would have to do something. If only Jenny had told him where to find a bathroom - but maybe she was as embarrassed about the subject as he was! Anyway, she hadn't said anything about it.
Fifth period started with Eddie in class, without Jenny. He was nervous, fidgeting a bit, trying to pay attention despite being constantly distracted by his now-swollen and hurting bladder. His face, he felt, must be showing his distress, though he tried to mask it. The teacher appeared to pay no attention, perhaps assuming hie was just overly nervous from being in this all-female environment. He had no idea what to do, yet could not force himself to reveal his problem to anyone for help. Somehow he got through the class.
As he walked away from the classroom, down the hall, he noticed a girl who had been sitting across from him step alongside him. She wasn't as nice looking as Jenny, being a bit on the plump side, but had a friendly face. She looked directly at him, seeming reluctant to speak. Then, hesitantly, she did.
"Hi - I'm Margie. I was in fifth period with you. You looked so - well, maybe nervous or something ---" she hesitated. Then, slightly blushing, went on "Is something - - well, anything, bothering you?" She looked at him, twitching, not quite knowing what so say. He responded in a noncommittal manner, saying "Well, I .." his voice trailed off. He sensed that she had perceived his problem, yet neither of them knew quite how to express it. She resumed, clumsily, "I know something's bothering you - and I - I think I can guess what it is--" her voice had become lower, and she looked at him in a sympathetic manner. He felt a huge swell of embarrassment, mixed with a bit of hope that some help might be coming.
She went on, although he had said nothing. "I think - I really think I know what - well, I think you need to go to the bathroom. Am I right?"
He felt a flush come to his face. He couldn't think of a thing to say, but he nodded silently. She smiled gently at him, and then he said softly, "yeah- real, real, bad!"
She spoke softly, too. "I thought so - I know how it feels when you need to go and you can't get to a bathroom. I've felt that way, too. We don't have any boys' bathrooms here, 'cause all of us are girls. Didn't anyone tell you - I mean, someone must have thought of - "
He overcame his embarrassment a bit, now that she had broken the ice. "No one told me where I could go, and I - well, I just couldn't ask - I mean" he stammered a bit, then added, "I gotta go real bad - it really hurts. You've felt that way. too?" His question reflected his own ignorance of girls - he could hardly imagine a girl in his condition. Margie was sympathetic. "I sure have - but, look, I'll try to help you. I can't take you into a girls' bathroom - but--" she thought for a moment.
"Would you come with me for a minute?" Without a word, he followed her down a side corridor which led to the outside of the building. As they stepped outside, Margie surveyed the area where the building opened onto a grassy zone leading to the school's athletic field. At the moment, no one seemed to be on the field. Just to the left of them, as they exited the building, was a row of low bushes bordering the walkway to the field. She stepped between the bushes and the side of the building, a space of perhaps five feet. She motioned to him to stand beside her. The spot was hidden from inside the building, and the bushes, a bit more than waist high, shielded them from the walk. While several girls were outside some distance from them, no one was nearby.
Eddie found himself standing beside Margie, as they both looked over the bush to the area beyond. Margie opened a book and held it in front of him. She spoke to him in a low voice.
"Can you - could you - well, do it now? I'll keep a lookout - no one can see us real close, and if I hold my book it will look like we're studying something - could you - I mean, boys do it standing up, I always thought - can you - now - into the bush?" He blushed furiously, yet he knew if he was to achieve relief, he had to do it quickly, before someone came closer. But standing next to a girl? He struggled with the circumstances.
Sensing his feelings, Margie added, "I - can you? I mean, I know I'm standing next to you, but I promise I won't look - I really won't!" To himself, he thanked her for that assurance. Hurriedly, he quickly opened his pants as he drew himself close to the bush. He aimed his penis into the bush and began to urinate. True to her word, Margie kept her eyes looking ahead, and never glanced down. Furthering the camouflage, he used one hand to help hold her book as they both looked over it, while the other guided his stream into the bush.
He knew Margie could clearly hear his stream as it poured into the bush. He was afraid she might be tempted to look down, but she never did. The stream continued to pour out of him. Margie commented softly, "you must have had an awful lot in you - when did you go last?" Eddie was struck by the question - here he was talking to a girl while he was peeing, and she was asking him questions so personal - but at least she wasn't looking.
"Not since I got up this morning - about six!" Margie managed another smile, and looked at his face, not glancing downward, "No wonder you hurt- sounds like you - you know, still have a lot left - do you?" He sensed she was in someway enjoying the experience. His bladder felt better, but his stream still continued strong, and he knew she could hear it. His fear is that she would might look down and see his exposed parts. She didn't, despite the protracted time it took him to complete emptying his bladder. Finally, the stream abated. He used both hands to close his pants. He looked at her. "Thanks", he said, the only word he could use to express gratitude.
They went back to the corridor. as he was about to leave her for his next class, she asked him, "If you're going to be here two weeks, what will you do tomorrow? You don't want to wait this long again, do you?" "I don't know, yet", he replied. "Meet me here at the end of third - I'll think of something. OK?" "OK" he replied, heading off to class.
Eddie got through the rest of the day with further difficulties. After school, he returned home on the bus. He did not discuss his experience with Margie with anyone. He was far too embarrassed. But that night, he thought about it at length. How did she really feel about it? Would she tell her girl friends? Had any other girls noticed? Were they secretly laughing at him, too embarrassed to ask for a bathroom?
Tuesday morning came. He again went through the same ritual. Other boys still teased him on the bus, but girls were a bit more casual now. At school, Jenny met him, friendly but, he thought, quite official. She openly talked to him about school matters, but shared almost nothing personal. He actually was finding it a bit easier to talk to other girls, who had less official connection to him.
At the end of third period, he left Jenny's company and returned to the corridor spot where Margie had left him Monday. Would she come back? Eddie had doubts. Perhaps he could do the bush trick by himself, but alone, he would likely attract attention, and he really needed a lookout to warn him if anyone approached.
Suddenly his concerns disappeared, as Margie arrived. She smiled at him, giving no sign of her purpose in seeing him. "Ready?" she asked, in a relaxed way. He knew what she meant. "I guess so", he responded, trying to be nonchalant. He started toward the exit they had used the day before. She nudged him slightly, "No, not there. We need to go somewhere different, or someone will catch on. You feel better today?" "Yeah, it hasn't been as long. You know, it's nice of you to do this - I really don't know what to say!" She escorted him to another exit, on the side of the school. A wooded area lay in the distance, with no one in between. She commented, "I sometimes go through those woods when I go home - there's path that takes you to the bus stop for the city bus on the other side of the patch of woods - good for when you leave late and miss the school bus. But I never see anyone in there, so I don't think there'll be anyone there to see you."
She motioned for him to follow her to a large tree perhaps thirty feet from the school building. "Let's go on the other side of the tree. If you face away from the school, towards the woods, no one can see you. I'll stay on the side of the tree and watch out for you. OK?"
He positioned himself behind the tree, facing the open area and the woods beyond. She stood looking toward the school, a couple of feet from him. If she turned, she would be able to see him, but she kept looking toward the school. "Can you do it?" she asked. "Yes - you - you won't look, will you?" he asked, a bit anxiously. "No - I won't - I promised yesterday, didn't I?" He knew she had, but he was unsure whether the promise continued to today. Quickly, he opened his pants, and began to pee behind the tree.
She continued to talk to him. After a short time, he was finished. It didn't take as long as yesterday. He fastened his pants, and came alongside her. "That was quicker - and I hardly heard you do it!" He blushed a bit at the suggestion that she had heard something, and apparently had enjoyed it. They returned to the school. Without more conversation, Margie disappeared and Eddie went to his next class.
By the end of the day, Eddie was feeling the need for bathroom relief again, but it wasn't so difficult to wait until he got home. He thought quite a bit about Margie, but shared nothing of his encounters with her with anyone else.
Wednesday, he had almost the same experience with Margie. She led him to the same tree and was his lookout. By now, he no longer felt a need to find a suitable bathroom or ask about one. He was quite satisfied with what Margie was doing, which spared him from the discomfort he would otherwise experience, and allowed him to avoid discussing his bathroom needs with anyone else. He seldom saw Margie except for the one encounter they planned each day, and the one class they shared together after lunch. If he chanced to pass her at any other time, she scarcely acknowledged him.
Thursday he got off the school bus at Huntington in a drizzling rain. It continued to rain, in increasing amounts, as the day drew on. As the end of third period approached, he was feeling concern that Margie would not be able to escort him to an outside location today, and if he tried to get to the tree location he would surely get soaked.

Margie met him, cheery as always. After the intense embarrassment of their first meeting, she was becoming comfortable with him. And so, in his way, was he with her. "Hi!" she greeted him. "Hi! You know, it's going to be wet outside today, and I ..." Margie cut him off. "We won't go out today - I have another plan. You ready?" He nodded assent.
Margie led him up a flight of stairs to the top floor of the building, then to the end of a corridor, but there was no exit. The corridor simply had an empty small room on one side, where a few bits of furniture were stored. As classes were only at the other end of the floor, no one was around. "This is your bathroom today!" she announced. He looked at her, questioningly. She reached into the school bag she was carrying, and retrieved a quart jar in a brown paper bag. "I don't know how much you have in you, but I hope you don't have to let out more than this. Can you do it in here?" she asked, handing him the jar. "I'll stand at the door and yell if anyone comes. Hurry!"
He took the jar, turned his back to the door, opened his pants and began to pee into the jar. It didn't take him too long, and soon he had emptied himself. The jar was a little over half full of light yellow urine. He turned to her, the jar in his hands. He tried to hold it in both hands in a way that concealed the contents. She looked at it, "Can I see?" she asked, reaching for the jar.
To his embarrassment, she held it up, looking at it. "It's the same color as mine!" she announced, as though she had expected a boy's pee to look markedly different. "You didn't have too much in you this time! Glad you don't have to wait until it hurts?" "Yeah - sure. That first day was pretty bad. Say - what are you going to do with the jar?"
"Take it into the girls' room and empty it! Or would you rather not have your pee in a girls' bathroom?" She looked at him in a curious way. No, he was not going to object. She took the jar, restoring the lid and placing it in its brown bag, then disappeared down the hall.
When he saw Margie in fifth period, she barely showed any sign of recognition. He wondered if she had really disposed of the jar as she had said she would. But then, he reflected, she had kept her word about not looking; probably she had emptied the jar the way she had indicated.
Friday was a dry day, and Margie was able to take him to the place they had first used, behind the bush. He reflected that this was the one place where she really stood beside him, almost touching, as he relieved himself. Again, he wondered if she would look downward to see him pee, but she kept her eyes ahead. They would not have another encounter until Monday.
Monday and Tuesday, Margie took him to the room they had used for the rainy day. Each time she noted how full the jar was, and again commented on the color. He felt his modesty intruded a bit by her interest in seeing his pee, but he was so indebted to her at this point that he hesitated to complain.
Wednesday they went to the tree on the wooded side, and again on Thursday. As their Thursday encounter ended, he observed that his two weeks at the school would end on Friday. She acknowledged it, "You know, Eddie, I've really liked this. It's been pretty special. I'm glad you came here!"
"Thanks, Margie, but you've been so nice - you made it nice to be here. I'd hate to go through that first day again. I'd like to say thanks to you - I wish there was something I could do for you to show it."
Margie thought a bit. "Well there might be, if you wanted to. Tomorrow is our last day. Would you go with me after school to catch the city bus home? I'll show you the place. We could have a walk together."
"OK - you showed me the path. My folks won't mind me being a bit late -they won't be home anyway. It'll be neat!"
Margie thought a moment about her suggestion. "There's something else you could do, if you really wanted to thank me, but I think maybe you wouldn't want to!" "What?" Eddie inquired.
"Remember the first day, when you got so - so that it hurt?"
"Yeah - it did hurt!"
"Real bad?"
"Yes, real bad. You know it did!"
"Would you be willing to get that way again? I mean, if you didn't have to wait that long?"

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A Different School Part 2

"Do you want me too?" Eddie was curious.
"Well, tomorrow, let's do our thing after first period. Then you won't go again until school's over and we can leave. If you drink a lot at lunch you'll need to go real bad when we leave, when we have our walk home. There'll be a place - you won't have to wait too long. But I'd kind of like it if you would! Will you?"
"OK, if you want. Then you find a place for me to go, after we leave? It'll be the last time."
"We'll make it kind of special. I'd like that!"
Eddie's interest was indeed piqued. He wondered what Margie had in mind. Tomorrow was Friday, his last day at the school. It was also an exam day, at the end of the semester. Tonight he had to study in preparation. Still, his mind was on Margie and whatever she had planned.
Friday he arrived at Huntington for the last time. Jenny hadn't been greeting him the last few days, but today she did. She seemed especially warm, telling him she was glad he came, that being his guide wasn't just an official duty for her. He liked Jenny, but somehow it was different with Margie. Funny, though; Jenny was the prettier one, the one who was more open, more involved with everyone; but it was Margie, who wasn't nearly as pretty, and even a little on the heavier side, who really had his interest. Margie, who was quiet, and really private, but who had taken an interest in his most personal problems.
He decided that after all, Margie was a lot more like him, rather introverted, private, and, well, she really had stuck to him. And, he thought, she had kept her word. She hadn't talked to anyone, as far as he knew, about his bathroom problems; she had just continued to help. She promised she wouldn't look when he was attending to his most personal needs, though she easily could have; and this meant she respected his privacy. That meant something, he thought. He liked her.
He bade his farewell to Jenny after first period, and went to meet Margie at his accustomed place. Surprisingly, Margie didn't take him outside, despite the sunny weather, but to the upstairs empty room they had used on the rainy day. Again she produced the jar. "Probably you forgot I had it. Think you can fill it this morning?" she teased a bit. Not quite as embarrassed as earlier, he could now talk about these things more freely.
"I'll try", he answered, "but no promises." She retreated to watch the door, her back to him. He really felt little need, so early in the day, but he remembered that she wanted him full up at the end of the day. He emptied his bladder into the jar, producing about half a pint. At her request, he showed Margie the results. She laughed a little. "I'll get rid of this for you, but I know you can hold a lot more. You'll try for this afternoon, won't you? Remember!"
At lunch, Margie did the unexpected. She came by where he was eating lunch, and picked up his drink from his tray. Taking a sip, she commented softly to him, "Oh, really good! Bet you need a couple of extra glasses today!" Looking back with a mischievous expression, she went away. He took the hint and refilled his glass and again downed the contents. He wondered at her purpose.
He got through his last exam, hoping for at least a passing grade. He felt better, mentally, as he entered his last period for the day. Physically, however, he was feeling considerable distress. His bladder was full, and complaining about the extra fluid he had taken on at lunch. His distress increased during the class time, and when class was over he was in serious discomfort from an overfilled bladder.
After making his farewells to his classmates, he met Margie on the way out. She spoke to him quietly. "See the path that cuts through that patch of trees? I told you that's the way to the bus stop. I'm going to walk ahead - you wait a couple of minutes and then follow. You'll catch up to me - hardly anyone goes this way, but it'll look better if we don't leave together. I'll see you there in a few minutes. Are you feeling filled up?"
He nodded. "You won't have to wait long", she assured him.
He let her go, then a few minutes later started down the path. She was right - no one else came this way. As he walked slowly down the path, he passed close to the wooded area. Now his bladder was really aching, and he could hardly wait to relieve it. He wondered where she was. He reached a point around a small bend, out of sight of the school. No one seemed in sight. Suddenly he heard a voice calling softly from the forested area to his left. "Eddie! I 'm here!"
He turned, seeing Margie standing under a tree just a bit from the path He turned to her. She extended her hand. He took it, and she led him a few yards from the path. "Here we are - I don't think anyone will see us here. How are you feeling?"
"It's getting bad. I really have to go!"
"Bad as the first time?"
"Maybe not quite - but bad enough! Is this where you wanted me to go?"
"Yes - it's a good place. Are you ready?"
He nodded, but sensed that this time something would be different. She still held his hand. "Eddie, all those times I helped you pee, nobody saw you, right?" "Right", he answered, "I don't think anyone saw me!" "Not even me? Remember, I promised I wouldn't look!"
"I never saw you look - you said you wouldn't!"
"And I didn't -not even once. Do you think I would have liked to?"
Eddie pondered her question. "I don't know - maybe you would have liked to; but you didn't. Would you have liked to?"
Now it was her turn to answer. She nodded, in silence, smiling.
"Eddie, all those times in school, I kept my word and didn't look. I know you need to pee pretty bad right now; but I want you to do it a little differently. This one time - would you pee in front of me - I mean let me watch? I'd really like you to!"
Eddie blushed again. After the attachment they had developed, he didn't see how he could refuse her. At the same time, he wasn't ready to give up his modesty in front of her; and he wasn't sure he would be able to pee with a girl standing in front of him, watching. "I don't know if I can", he said. "You can try", she answered.
"You won't laugh, or think I'm funny, or anything like that?" "No", she reassured him, "and I've never watched a boy pee, at least up close, and I won't think you're funny. I promise I won't tell anyone, but I really would like to see - it's just between us. I'll be fair to you, too. Will you?"
"What do you mean about being fair?"
She hesitated, then responded, "if you'll do it I'll tell you later. But, you said you wanted to thank me. This is how you can do it!"
He looked around, cautiously, assuring himself that no one else was in view. He looked her in the eye, nervous, almost trembling. Carefully he reached down and unzipped his pants. She stepped back just a few inches, facing him, her eyes following every move. They focused on his crotch, as he reached inside and carefully, hesitatingly, withdrew his penis, now fast becoming erect and stiff. She stared in fascination.
He hadn't wanted an erection, but it was happening. His penis stood out firm, pointing slightly upward. He realized he could not possibly pee downward, and his stream, if he could get it started, would shoot out upward and probably for an impressive distance. This was not what he wanted her to see - it didn't seem to him natural. Yet his badly stretched bladder was crying for relief, and with this girl standing and watching the erection wasn't going to go away. He looked down at his organ, murmuring an embarrassed "I can't help it - it's not usually like this - it - it's because you're looking at it.." He was holding it with his hand.
She stood, smiling, utterly fascinated, her eyes fixed on his engorged, stiffly erect penis. "It's so big - is it because of me?" "I think so", he replied, not really sure what he could do.
"Do you have to hold it?" she asked. "No", he replied, taking his hand off his organ, which continued to point a bit upward, now supporting itself. While he was trying to pee, none had as yet emerged.
"Would you - will you - let me touch it?" Margie asked gingerly. "OK, if you want, but I'm trying to pee - it may come out!" he was enormously embarrassed by the performance of his body. He didn't know what to expect.
She extended her hand, and slightly from one side placed her fingers very, very gently on the top of his penis. Gingerly she took it between her fingers. "I'm not hurting you, am I?" she asked.
The sensation was delicious to him - something he had never felt before. Far from relaxing, his penis was growing stiffer. She squeezed it very, very, gently, then withdrew her hand.
As she dropped her hand, a drop of pee appeared at the tip. A small stream developed, and then grew larger. She watched, almost awe-struck, as the stream projected out in an arc extending perhaps three feet in front of him. The stream became stronger. Eddie, who was accustomed to holding his penis when he urinated, now was allowing it to take its own position, and it remained pointing out and up.
Once again Margie reached out and very gently took his penis in her hand, moving it just a bit and causing the direction of the stream to change. After a few seconds she again let go and just stood, watching. The stream continued forcefully for what seemed a long time, and then began to gradually subside. Both of them watched it as the stream slowly stopped. His erection dropped a bit. He reached down to again tuck his penis inside his pants, looking at her as if to ask if she was ready for the show to end.
"Thanks. That was neat - thanks for doing it. And thanks for letting me touch it. I never did that before."
He rezipped his pants, and looked at her, not knowing quite what to say or what to do next.
She took him by the hand, held it for a few seconds, then hesitating began, "I told you I wanted to be fair to you. Remember when I took you to pee this morning, after first?" He nodded. "I wanted you to be able to do a really good pee this afternoon, because I was hoping you'd let me watch. And it worked, didn't it?" She waited for his agreement.
"I haven't peed since right after you did, this morning - and I drank a lot for lunch, too - like you did. Can you guess why?"
"You need to - well, you need to go, too?" he asked, with a bit of wonder. "I need to go almost as badly as you did - because I wanted to, well, be fair. I mean, I thought that if I wanted to watch you pee, well, it wouldn't really be fair unless I let you - unless I was willing to, that is, let you watch me pee. That is, I thought you might want to see a girl pee, and if you did, the only fair thing would be to let you!" She stopped her embarrassed and confused statement, waiting for his reaction.
"You want to know if I want to see you pee?" he exclaimed. His excitement was obvious.
"I really need to pee awful bad, and if you want to watch I'll let you!" she replied hastily.
"Sure" was his response. Not wordy, but to the point. She seized his hand and squeezed it. Then she bent over a bit, reaching with both hands under her school uniform skirt. She pulled down her white underpants, then stood up and stepped out of them. She placed them in one hand.
"You have to take off your underwear?" he asked, curious. She explained quickly, "I don't have to take them off, but you'll be able to see better if I do. You let me see you and didn't hide anything, I don't want you to think I'm hiding anything from you. Ready to watch?"
He was watching, closely, with rapt attention. She reached down, and picked up her skirt, hoisting it quickly up to her waist. With her underwear off and facing him, the raising of her skirt exposed her lower body to him completely. He stared at her pubic region, soaking up his first real view of female genitals. She stood for just a moment, fully exposed.
Remembering her earlier request, he asked quickly, "Can I - will you let me touch it? Just a little?" She nodded, adding "just be gentle-" His extended hand quickly reached for her vulva, covered with black pubic hair. Gently, he traced the lips of her genitals with his finger. He wasn't really sure what else to touch - there didn't seem to be anything to grasp. Her parts felt moist and warm. He withdrew his hand.
She squatted, but only slightly, and spread her legs. Holding her skirt high with both hands, she closed her eyes, as if in concentration. Suddenly a stream began to pour forth from her genitals. He watched fixedly as it became larger and stronger. As it reached full force, she opened her eyes and looked into his. "Like it?" she asked. "Yeah - great!" he answered.
"I can't shoot it out as far as you can", she commented, "but I think maybe I can hold as much as you can. Maybe some day we can have a contest!" He smiled at her, a bit amazed that she was making such conversation while in the midst of her urination.
Her stream continued as he watched. "I've got lots more", she commented further, "but I'm feeling better!" She wiggled a bit to make the stream change direction.
Gradually her bladder emptied and her stream diminished. Then it stopped. She stood up. Still holding her skirt up, she announced "usually now I wipe, but I don't have anything so we'll just let it go this time. Through looking?" He was still gaping at her genital region.
"Hold it a minute, please," he asked her. "Can I touch it once more?" "OK - go ahead, but it's probably wet", she answered. Gingerly, he reached out and stroked her genitals. "Thanks", he said, as he withdrew his hand. Slowly she let the skirt drop.
Silently, they looked at each other for a moment, then she bent over to step into her panties. She pulled them up, all the while looking at him with a smile. "That was nice - I liked it. Did you?" she commented, easily.
"Yeah, it was nice. Guess we won't be seeing each other for a while, huh?" She thought for a moment, as they started to go back to the path. "Guess not - but maybe, if you want, we could meet after school some time...." she stopped, hesitating.
"Something the matter?" he inquired.
"Just - just one thing. Would you mind - I mean, say if you would, but - well, I'd like it if you would let me, well, look just once more. Would you?"
"Look? At me?" he stopped and turned, facing her. She replied. more clearly now, "Yes, well, when you - when you peed before, I liked it; but, really, I was so full of pee myself that I was a little hurry - I mean, could I see you - you know, down there, again? If you would let me, maybe, look at you close? I'd really like to!"
He flushed slightly, then answered. "Sure -OK!" he reached down, unzipping his pants as she looked on. He felt his erection returning rapidly, as he pulled his underwear aside, allowing his penis to project stiffly. She watched, seemingly fascinated. She stooped down, her eyes on his erect organ. Without speaking, she glanced upward for his approval as her hand reached out gently, as she had before. His silence showed obvious consent.
She examined him closely, feeling the stiffness, gently moving it around, slightly squeezing in different spots. She seemed reluctant to stop the examination, looking and touching with interest for a time. Finally, she stood up, nodded, and said, "thanks - I liked that. I never saw a boy that close before today. Thanks for letting me look. And, I promise I won't tell anyone what we did - you won't either, OK?"
"OK", he answered. Then, as he zipped his pants again, she spoke again, rather softly, "Say, I really do want to be fair. If you wanted to see anything on me, I'd let you - I mean, I know you watched me pee.. I hope you got to see something you wanted to, cause that's how I felt."
Suddenly he was emboldened by her remarks. "I did like watching you pee, and touching you - your - your places. I never saw a girl, I mean, that part of a girl- well, you know. It was nice. But, well, you've got another place - would you let me see you - well," he stammered a bit, flustered as he toyed with how to express his request. "Girls have parts under their shirts, and.." he stopped, not quite knowing how to finish.
She broke into a smile, stood as erect as she could, and backed away just a little. "You'd like to see me under my shirt?" she asked. He could only nod.
"OK", she answered. "But you've got to stand over there, so my back will be to the path- in case anyone comes, I don't want anyone to see but you." He moved to the indicated spot. She started to unbutton her blouse, after carefully glancing behind her. "Will you hold my shirt for me?" she asked. He nodded, really too flustered to speak. She slipped off her blouse, facing him and revealing the white bra she was wearing. She handed him the blouse, then reached behind her back to unfasten the bra, quickly allowing the straps to fall and slipping her arms through them. She held the unfastened bra to her chest with both hands. "Will you hold this for me? Then you can look at me if you want!"
He nodded again, reaching out a hand to receive the bra. She handed it over, then dropped her hands to her sides, exposing her uncovered breasts. He stared openly. She made no move, just standing with her hands at her sides, and let him stare.
"Could I touch - just a little?" he asked weakly. "Yeah - you can feel them if you want, but just use one hand - don't drop my stuff you're holding!" He clutched her blouse and bra in his left hand, gingerly reaching out with his right to touch her breast. Gently, her ran his fingers around each breast, pressing just slightly. To his amazement, her saw her nipples stiffen. "Gee - I didn't know girls had things that did that!" She blushed a bit, and answered, "just like your - thing - does. It's because you're looking and touching!"
On an impulse, he gently grasped an erect nipple between his finger and thumb. "Feels nice," she answered, "but don't squeeze too hard." He tried the other nipple. Seeing both of them erect, he dropped his hands and stepped back a bit, his admiring gaze fixed on her breasts. She let him look for a minute, then asked, "seen enough? I want to be fair - you let me look at you. "
He knew he could have kept it up, but he conscious of the time. He nodded approval, then held out her bra and blouse to her. Smiling, still facing him, she put on the bra, then the blouse, tucking it into her skirt. "Thanks" he said. "I'm glad you liked it - I liked seeing you", she answered. They both turned and walked toward the path. Almost in silence, they walked side by side down the path toward the bus stop.
As they approached the bus stop, where several others waited, he quietly addressed her, not sure how to say good-by. "Thanks for all the things you did - we'll get together again, won't we?"
"Sure", Margie replied. "We will". Her bus drew in sight.

-the end-

Self-Peeing - She Pees on Herself

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