Fit to Burst By Sofia Bane Copyright February 2012 Sofia Bane Smashwords Edition “It really is your own fault,” Sonya told me playfully as I shoved my hand between my legs and squirmed. “I’m not saying it’s not my fault.” I was resisting the urge to speak through gritted teeth. “I’m saying it was stupid of them to not put bathrooms in the middle of the park.” Because they hadn’t, and because Sonya and I had walked a couple miles to the center of the park before I needed to pee, I was trapped, certain that I couldn’t hold out for that entire walk back. “Chelsea.” Her voice had more sympathy now than it had a moment ago. “Look, if you need to go, just go. We’ll clean you up at home.” My stomach flipped. Sonya, crazy wonderful girlfriend of mine, was always the more daring one. And, unbeknownst to her, peeing turned me on, in a totally dirty and thrilling way, but I’d never actually tried it out. But there were other people around, and she should at least realize I was not an exhibitionist. Under my thumb, my lower stomach felt tender and distended by my bladder. “But I can’t.” My voice was a little bit of a whine. “I’m not taking my shorts off in public.” Sonya shook her head, her high brunette ponytail catching the sunlight. “Go in your pants,” she suggested lowly. “Enough to take the edge off, Chels, I hate seeing you in pain.” Oh god, if I waited much longer, I wouldn’t have a choice. I gasped as a wave of desperation shook me suddenly; it was only luck that my panties weren’t wet yet. Sonya raised her eyebrows at my outburst. “Leaking?” “No.” That was said with my teeth gritted, I couldn’t help it. Sonya led me to a wooden bridge across a small stream. People were on the grassy banks on either side, but here we were alone. She pushed me up to the railing and hugged me from behind; to anyone else it would look affectionate but I knew it was to shelter what I was about to do. I felt like my labia was being forced open by the amount of urine behind it, and my knees were shaking from the effort of not pissing myself. Behind me, Sonya murmured into my ear, “Go.” I gave up, pushed, and…nothing. My cunt throbbed, but I couldn’t let go. “God,” I groaned, straining to let out even a drop. “I…I’ve got stage fright.” Sonya laughed and ran a finger along the skin beneath my waistband. “But it would feel so good.” Her long fingers inched down my belly, until they were stroking my bladder. “To let go, release all that lovely warm piss down your legs and splattering onto the bridge.” A little farther down – she brushed my clit with the tip of her middle finger, and I groaned. “You’re so tense,” she said, “and you’ve been holding for so long. You deserve to let go.” Whether it was the power of her suggestion or the firm pressure on my bladder, I did let go. A strong hiss of urine hit my panties, spread over my ass, and became apparent on the outside of my denim shorts. Once I was wet, it became easier; I pushed harder to get a steady stream. My underwear became saturated, then my shorts, and the streams of piss streamed down my legs. My flip-flops got wet and an incriminating puddle formed underneath me, but I didn’t want to stop. “Chelsea?” Sonya’s voice behind me. Her hand was still at my cunt – wet now, I’m sure, but that was her problem at the moment. “Going to stop?” “No.” The unthinkable nature of this all made me bold. “I’m soaked, might as well finish.” My tortured bladder spasmed, pushing out more pee, and I moaned. So good and so wrong and so dirty. I was bent slightly with my legs together; I moved them apart to watch the piss stream down each separately. My shorts glistened quickly with every spurt of urine, an oddly intimate and specific indication of when I pushed piss out of my hole. How the fuck was I getting away with this? The walk back home would be humiliating, but this was amazing enough to make up for it. I pushed and pushed my weary bladder until it slowed to a trickle. I felt a ridiculous impulse to wipe. “Okay,” I said to Sonya shakily. Her hand was still in my soaking shorts. Rather than pull it out, she dipped it in farther, running her hand over my wet pubic hair and across my clit. “God,” she said with breathless admiration. “You did a number on your pants.” “I did, yeah.” My bladder, so stretched, so tense for too long, felt amazing as it shrunk. I was half-ready to slump over the bridge myself from relieved tension. “Are you….” Her fingers circled over my clit and I broke off with a gasp. “Fingering me here?” “You’re right.” She withdrew her hand reluctantly. “Let’s go find somewhere more private.” We could try, but it was a sunny weekend afternoon and the crowds were really everywhere. Besides, I felt self-conscious walking in the midst of them all with my denim shorts soaked in the crotch and my flip-flops embarrassingly squeaky. I probably smelled like a bathroom besides. But Sonya was off before I had gotten over this humiliation. “Here,” she said, nodding me onward. “I know a place.” Turning and following her really was mortifying; as we walked through crowds people did stare, and gave me a pointed head-to-toe look. Fuck them, fuck them; I resisted the impulse to cover my crotch with my hands and hurried after my girlfriend. She had in mind a thicket of trees at the edge of the park. We left the park’s trail and weaved into thicker foliage. And once we were out of sight, Sonya couldn’t keep her hands off me. “Look at you.” She put one hand between my legs and squeezed playfully, and I’m sure a couple drops of piss were squeezed out of my shorts. I squirmed at her touch. “I can’t believe I let you talk me into that.” “That’s because you’re a deviant anyway. Mind if I…?” She had her hands at my fly, and I nodded for her to unzip it. “I’m a deviant,” I said as she slid her hand down my shorts, pressing the wet silky fabric of my panties against my cunt. “You’re the one turned on by this.” My heart skipped a beat in anticipation of her answer, so much more daring than I usually was. She looked up at me with a guilty grin. “You were amazing when you desperate, and when you gave up.” Her fingers curled into my pussy, which was not just wet but slick. She raised an eyebrow. “And you?” “I….” I had never admitted this turn-on to anyone before. Let’s see how it would go. The hot and incriminating wetness in my crotch and down my legs was a thrilling confirmation of how amazing I thought it felt. “I am, yeah.” I pulled her closer to that her dexterous fingers could better reach my cunt, and I began to fondle her huge breasts. “You should’ve said so,” Sonya said with amusement. “Want me to wet myself too, so you can get off to us in matching wet pants?” Her suggestion was facetious, I think, to capitalize upon my still-bashfulness about all of this. I couldn’t help it, though, I shivered at that proposition, and she laughed softly as two of her fingers stroked my clit. But I replied in a measured way, “I’d rather see you bursting.” Sonya looked up at me in mild surprise. “Bursting.” “In public,” I added. “Like I was. No choice but to give in and go in your pants.” “Sure.” Her voice became a little shaky. “Can we fuck first, though?” “Here?” “Mmhm.” She pulled me over to a fallen log and had me sit. Before we went any further, Sonya pulled out her water bottle and chugged it. “That shouldn’t take long,” she muttered. She pushed my denim shorts down to my ankles. Beneath them, my pink satin panties were stained dark and clung to my womanhood, outlining its parts with embarrassing specificity. “God,” Sonya moaned. She dropped to her knees and pushed my legs apart so she could sit between them. Then, to my surprise, she put her red mouth to the crotch of my panties and began to suck and nibble right through them. It was amazing; the fabric of my underwear gave the oral a roughness and retained warmth. Not to mention, it slowed us down because otherwise I was sure I’d come on contact. I thrust my hips forward into Sonya’s mouth in search of relief of this throbbing ache within me. She couldn’t help herself, and nudged the crotch of my panties to one side as she dipped a hand into her own pants. The tip of her hot tongue zig-zagged up my cunt playfully: over my vagina and up the folds of my labia before encircling my clit. I gasped at the hot wetness on the nub of amazingly tender flesh. “Don’t,” I managed to say. “Can we grind?” It was what I wanted to finish with. “Mmhm.” But Sonya’s response reverberated at my cunt, and I sobbed more than I gasped this time. “Hurry,” I hissed. I pulled Sonya up and undid her skinny jeans impatiently. She’d gone without panties today so my hand ran over her smooth lower stomach and groomed strip of pubic hair. Her pussy was soaking when I teased it with my fingers. She sat astride me on the log, her thighs on mine but ass hovering precariously. “Your accident,” she said in a murmur, positioning herself to rub her clit between my legs, “was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” She talked dirty during sex, so I humored her as I arched into her pussy’s heat. “It felt so dirty and so fucking good.” My last word came out as a groan as we rubbed clits hard. “Everyone saw, too, just how dirty I was. They all looked.” “But only I got to see your wet panties,” Sonya breathed into my ear. Her soft hands grabbed desperately at my ass for leverage as we scissored. “I’ll have to put them back on, too, and my stained shorts, when we go home – oh fuck,” I interrupted myself as Sonya ground against my pussy in circles. I regained control only long enough to say, “But you’re next.” “Oh god,” Sonya muttered. She ducked her head to kiss me as her hips jerked uncontrollably at the prospect. But with her jerks and shivers, I got off first. I had to suppress my shout – we weren’t far away from the trail, after all – but I thrust my cunt hard against Sonya’s and nearly let out a sob of relief as my belly felt like it exploded from the force of my orgasm. Sonya wasn’t far behind. Her hands squeezed my firm asscheeks and her teeth grazed my shoulder as she cried out. She pounded her cunt hard against my aching flesh one two three, and then she arched back and shuddered violently as she came. But when she did, I felt a curious surge of hot liquid from her pussy. I dropped my hand between us: wet, very wet, and not entirely slick. “You pissed,” I said a bit incredulously. After she recovered, she also pushed a hand between us and turned red. “I’m so sorry.” She slid off me and to the forest floor. “I was thinking about the piss dripping out of your shorts and, well…it made me have to go.” Sonya, for all her impulsiveness, could also be bashful, and this was one of those times; her face was flushed and she was teasing her lower lip between her teeth. I pulled my panties on deliberately without wiping off, secretly turned on to have my girlfriend’s piss dampening my lips and my underwear. “I can’t believe you pissed on me.” I anticipated getting something good out of this. “You pissed on yourself first,” Sonya shot back. But then, as she pulled on her tight jeans over her amazing legs and ass, she asked, “Can I make it up to you?” “You can.” I’d prove I could be impulsive like her. “I’m denying you the bathroom for the rest of the day.” She wasn’t expecting this, and she looked at me with an interesting mix of surprise, fear, and arousal. “Chels – ” “You’ll enjoy it, don’t bother arguing.” I reached over and buttoned the top button of her jeans, letting my hand press into her stomach as I did so. “Okay?” “Okay,” she agreed. On our walk home, we stopped for coffee. That was my decision; Sonya had never done well with caffeinated drinks. But she took it without protest and sipped as we walked home in the cool gray afternoon. “You need to be wet before we get home,” I murmured. She nodded. “Whether I want to be or not,” she said grimly. “It gets harder to hold after the first time,” she explained self-consciously. “Then you’ll have a worse time of it tonight,” I said. We were going to a friend’s party this evening, a barbecue in his backyard. “I know.” She squirmed and stuck her hand between her legs. “Oh god.” She saw my look. “I’m not wet, it just really, really – ” Then she froze and squeezed her eyes shut. “There.” Her voice was tiny. “I felt it.” I looked, but there was no sign of wetness yet. Not that she had much guarantee, with no underwear and tight jeans. “You can do it,” I said softly. “Hold on for just a bit longer.” If she could hold out until we got through the central part of the city, the last four blocks of our walk were isolated. But Sonya shook her head. “I don’t think – ” She broke off with another shudder. “I’m going in my pants,” she said desperately. I saw the first bloom of wetness in the front of her crotch. “’Kay. Um.” I looked around for somewhere more private than the main road we were on. Sonya was bent over, her hands between her legs futilely as her jeans became darker. “No use,” she said when she saw me look around. “Everyone will know now anyway.” The streams flowed down her jeans in distinct rivulets, making a criss-crossing pattern in the soaked denim. But then Sonya shuddered and removed her hands from between her legs. “I’ve stopped,” she said, looking both relieved and terribly self-conscious. “You’re done?” “No, I’ve just stopped.” She smiled and bit her lip. “I’m nowhere near done.” The strange intimacy of discussing precisely how full my girlfriend’s bladder was heightened my sense and made the warm, still-dampness of my pussy ache. Even if she had just gotten me off. We got stares, and a few unwanted catcalls, walking down the street – well, she did, I had dried off – but took it in stride. Then we got to a more residential area and the pressure was off, so to speak. “Mm, wait,” Sonya murmured. She stopped and stood, legs apart and hands casually tucked into her pockets, and she pissed. The saturation of her crotch made it glisten briefly before running down her legs. “It had gotten clammy,” she explained calmly as she watched herself go. “This feels better.” I stepped in close to her, almost into the puddle forming at her feet, and slid a hand between her legs. Wet, soaking, hot, illicit. I could feel every push and every stream of urine hitting the heavy fabric of her jeans. God, I wanted to stroke her with one hand and myself with the other. “We’re, um, kind of public,” Sonya said, stepping away from my fingers reluctantly. We were, up against the fence of someone’s backyard, with trees surrounding but by no means sheltering us. “Let’s go home.” She pushed out one last long spurt and then resolutely took my hand and kept walking. “We should’ve talked about this years ago,” I said as we walked. “We missed out.” Sonya shot me a smile. “We’ll make up for it.” When we got back to our house, Sonya showered in her jeans, I joined her in my shorts, and the hot heavy fabric teased my cunt deliciously. “After the party,” I said when Sonya gave me an inquisitive look. “I’ll want to fuck you all night long while you’re desperate.” She went pink. Strangers were one thing, but all of our friends were quite another. Still, she got dressed, and put on another pair of jeans too, not the dress I was expecting of her. The thrill-seeking slut. We showed up as Ross was flipping steaks, and he handed us each a beer. “Glad you could make it.” “Cheers,” Sonya said, cracking her beer. I was giddy about how quickly beer made her pee and knew it wouldn’t be long. Two beers in, dusk had settled and we huddled around the campfire. I found myself in the midst of a football conversation, and Sonya was sitting with one of our friends, Tara, each of them with a guitar strumming simple songs. Jesus Christ, I couldn’t take my eyes off her tonight. “Chelsea. Hey, lovebug,” Ross said beside me, following my gaze. “I asked you about post-season, what do you think?” “Um.” My head swam, and not just from the beer, as I watched Sonya fidget so delicately. “I don’t know. I’m gonna use the bathroom.” I got up, tossed my empty, and entered the house. My hands shook as I locked the bathroom door and, being so very naughty, I sat on the toilet with my panties still on. I had on a skirt, so I could get away with this, unlike poor Sonya. I relaxed and let the trickle of pee flow into the thin silk. The warmth spread over my ass, making the panties heavy, but also up the front, moistening up to my clit. Experimentally I dragged a finger across my panties and rubbed the wet fabric into my cunt, and shuddered. No, I would be desperate too tonight, in my own way. I made myself pee slowly, enjoying the drip-drip of droplets off my panties into the bowl. Yes, I really needed to be fucked. It was an amazing amount of self-control not to touch myself as I dabbed my panties with toilet paper and dropped my skirt back into place. Sonya was in the kitchen when I left the bathroom, filling a water glass. “Hey.” “Hey,” I answered. “Look.” I stepped behind the counter and lifted up my skirt secretively. Her eyes widened. “My god, you didn’t.” “I did. On purpose, on the toilet. Which you can’t.” Sonya ran one long teasing finger down my slit, and we both shuddered. “It hurts so bad,” she said, squeezing so quickly between her legs. “And yet…?” I nodded to her water glass. She grinned guiltily. “I like the pain.” I grabbed another beer and she took her water, and we both returned to the bonfire. Jesse, one of Ross’s friends and stupidly drunk at this point, cat-called as we came out together. “What were you ladies up to?” “You know, the usual.” Sonya ran the tip of her tongue over her lips obscenely, then sat with a laugh beside him. Only I would notice the wince as she sat, leaning forward to put pressure on her bladder. I sat directly across from her now, so I could…enjoy the show. My small talk became less charming, I’m sure, but everyone probably chalked it up to the alcohol or the late night, not the erotic distraction right in front of me. The firelight made Sonya’s complexion more vividly golden, and the light shifted with every delicate squirm. Either she was being less discreet or I was watching her more closely, but I was sure she would get noticed soon. And she was supposed to be the poised and sober one tonight, not like me with my beer and chatter. We would see. We were waiting for Ross to gather up s’mores ingredients when it happened. Sonya had been staring into the fire one minute, and then the next she sat bolt upright with a shiver. I’d bet anything she had a wet spot on her panties right now. Tara looked over at her curiously. “Okay?” “Yeah.” Her answer was more an exhalation. “Just got chilled.” I caught her eye. “Let’s get you a jacket from the car.” She nodded and followed me out the side gate. When we were alone at the car, I said in a low voice, “You don’t have to do this.” I rummaged through the trunk and handed her a fleece blanket. “I thought that you’d like it, that’s all.” Sonya laughed, and then gasped. “God,” she groaned. “Wet?” I was so curious and so hot. “For a second,” she admitted. She stepped under a streetlight to look. “Can you see it?” I shook my head. “But no, Chels, this is so hot. Don’t let me out of this.” Kinky, thrill-seeking, masochistic, wonderful girlfriend. “I want to feel your panties,” I said, stepping in close. “If you’re wearing any.” Sonya unbuttoned her jeans, gasping again as she did so. “God, quick.” She took my hand and guided it to her pussy. Definitely damp, not saturated, but proof enough. She and I exchanged sloppy and desperate kisses as I teased her with my fingers through the moistened fabric. “You’ll never make it,” I said softly against her lips, stroking a finger down her slit. “You are going to be soaked and humiliated and so turned on.” “I’m in front of everybody,” she affirmed. For all the fear I heard in her voice, there was an eroticism to this too. “How can I - ?” “You can’t.” I anticipated her question. “You can’t excuse it. You’re not even drunk. You’ll just…have lost control.” My fingers pushed aside her panties and slipped into her wet, wet cunt. She groaned. “True enough,” she muttered. “I could tell them all you won’t let me – oh fuck,” she interjected as I curled my fingers into her g-spot. Then she stiffened again, and I felt the quickest spurt of urine. “Sorry,” she gasped, stepping back. I pulled my hand out. “That…wasn’t helping.” I grabbed a corner of her blanket to wipe my hand off. “That will…help you.” I nodded to it. “Wrap it around yourself.” She did so; the blanket covered her to her knees and she relaxed a little. “’Kay.” She closed up the car and motioned for us to return. Marshmallows were waiting for us upon our return, and we took our seats and sticks to roast them. “We need to do this more often,” our friend Julie sighed beside me happily, her mouth full of s’more. “Yeah, we do.” I accepted a graham cracker from her to pop my marshmallow on. Across from me, Sonya’s gaze into the fire was one of intense concentration. “Here, Son, let me.” Our friend Jeff walked up behind her to take her stick with its golden marshmallow and construct her s’more. Once her hands were free, she slipped one under the blanket, and I knew she was holding herself so tightly. But she still managed a stunning smile and a “Thanks” to Jeff as she accepted her s’more. When she re-arranged the blanket so that she wasn’t sitting on it, I knew it was close. Sonya was going to have an accident in her pants, and I was making her. We were all sitting on rocks and logs, Sonya had a tree trunk, so she wouldn’t ruin furniture but would leave a hell of a wet spot. She made eye contact and held up one finger discreetly. One second, I took it to mean, one second of pissing to take the edge off. The blanket shifted as she parted her knees slightly, bit her lip, and pushed. Watching her and seeing the panic in her eyes, I knew the stream had gone on for longer than a second, a lot longer. She wasn’t dripping yet though, there was that. I did my best not to drop my own hands to my cunt to stroke it at this display. We thought we’d go when the fire died down, but Ross came out with perfect timing and an armful of wood. “As long as you want,” he assured us. “Anyone spending the night?” The firelight renewed conversation, and we couldn’t go. I talked to Julie and Tara; Sonya got engrossed in a conversation with the men and seemed to let her guard down for awhile. But then I happened to glance over as she scooted herself close to the edge of the log. What is she doing? Then she held the blanket away from herself slightly, and a quick stream of piss hit the grass at her feet with a hiss. Oh god, I was going to cum without even touching myself. She was leaning forward so the piss would go straight through her saturated crotch to the ground, clever and shameless. It was just that moment, though – believe me, I watched – and she kept up conversation throughout. Our friends had no idea this display was unfolding in front of them, and that made it so much hotter. It was near midnight when people began to go. “Thanks for having us,” I said to Ross as I stood, squeezing him briefly. “Sonya?” I turned to catch the guiltiest, most wicked look in her eyes; my god did we need to get home now. She stood carefully, never lifting her blanket above her knees as she rewrapped it around herself. “Yeah, thanks,” she said to Ross. “Sure,” he nodded. “Walk you to your car?” “We’re good, thanks, ‘night,” Sonya said smoothly. We said happy goodbyes to everyone else as we left out the side gate, and as soon as we were alone in the front yard, Sonya pulled back the blanket to look at herself. “God,” she groaned. Her crotch was soaked completely, and various streaks down her thighs indicated a dozen tiny accidents that had spurted down her legs in the night. “Nobody else noticed, for what it’s worth,” I offered. She looked up from her pants. “But I bet you did.” Her tone was mischievous. “I hoped you’d be watching.” I pinched her upper arm teasingly. “I was so fucking distracted. We need to get home.” Her white teeth glinted in a grin. “Do we?” Still, she pulled the car keys from her purse and got in, tucking the blanket under her wet jeans judiciously. We didn’t live far, but Sonya got us home in record time tonight. She almost literally jumped out of the car. It might’ve been another uncontrollable spurt of piss that made her react like that, I couldn’t be sure but certainly hoped. She had a hand between her legs as she fumbled with her keys, and I took pity on her. “Here,” I said, taking the keychain from her shaking hand and pushing open our front door. Sonya sprinted up the stairs and I followed her, her magnificently glinting jeans betraying that she was wetting herself. She threw open the linen cabinet as she reached the top of the stairs and she pulled out an armful of towels. I laughed. “Really?” “I don’t want to ruin the mattress,” Sonya said, carrying the towels into our bedroom. “Hurry. And use the strap-on tonight.” She began to arrange the towels with one hand while she unzipped with the other. Well then. I couldn’t take my eyes off her desperation and panic, even as I pushed off my skirt and kicked off my shoes. Sonya’s jeans hit the carpet…wetly and she laughed a little. “’Kay,” I said as I pulled on the strap-on. It fit me like a thong, and the blue jelly ribbed phallus weighted down my hips. Sonya couldn’t stop fingering herself even as she held desperately between her legs. She lay back on the bed, hips elevated by the towels underneath her ass. “Chelsea.” It was nearly a whimper. “Please fuck me. Before I….” Her face flushed. “Before I lose control.” Yeah, she actually wanted sex while her bladder was swollen and distended. And I wanted to make her lose control entirely during sex. I ran a finger across Sonya’s hard lower stomach and she shivered at the touch. I entered her with the dildo, watching her shake with desperation and desire. “You really were shameless tonight,” I said to her as I slid my hips forward. She grinned, a little bit guilty but more mischievous. “I was, yeah. But I made it – oh!” She dropped one hand to her cunt and I saw the beginning of a dribble of piss escape. It slid down her pussy and wet the dildo. “Naughty,” I scolded. “Hold it until I’m done fucking you.” But I punctuated that with a firm thrust, and Sonya cried out as another jet of pee escaped. Yes, I think I could win this game of control. I bent forward to tongue her perked nipples as one hand explored her pussy. Still thrusting with the dildo, I rubbed the wetness into her clit. She groaned and reached up to reciprocate, her hands all over my full breasts and then sliding carefully down my torso. They caressed the curve of my hips before their fingers stroked my trimmed pubic hair. Sonya would have to reach under the dildo, though, to finger me. The angle I was at was too bent over, with no room for her hands. As I straightened up, however, the strap-on must have hit her just right. The squirt of urine was powerful enough that time to splatter us both. “Oh god,” she breathed. Her hips bucked with impatience. I pushed the strap-on into her firmly a few times to tease her. “Get me off,” I said, “and I’ll let you pee.” “Mm.” She slipped her delicate hand under me, curling her fingers over my pussy. I moved into her touch, and she laughed softly when she found how wet my cunt already was. “Shouldn’t take much. Keep fucking me.” I did. Her skilled and nimble fingers made me gasp and lose the rhythm of my strokes, but I fucked her solidly. It was a perk of it that as she got closer to losing control, with every stroke there would be a glimmer of liquid. When she had three fingers pressed against my g-spot, rubbing firmly, I had to stop and squeeze my eyes shut against the intensity. “Chelsea,” Sonya said softly. “Close?” She already knew my body so well, of course. I nodded and pushed against her fingers, thereby also driving the cock deep into her. She gasped, and I heard a hiss. I opened my eyes to see Sonya panicked, piss pouring out over her cunt and onto the towels she had laid out. The steady stream curved around the dildo and her pussy glistened with her own urine. She had lost control, completely and finally, and now her body could only surrender to it. I watched in rapture, still fucking myself against her hand. As her body quivered with desperation and relief, so did mine with the pre-orgasmic shiver. She had put her free hand over her pussy at this, in some misguided modesty. But I pulled her wet fingers away from her amazing cunt and began to finger her where the stream came out. She squirmed and blushed and my orgasm exploded through my loins. As I was wracked with pleasure, I collapsed against her. Heat and seat and piss intermingled on our bodies, making our skin slick against one another’s. Sonya’s hand was still inside of me and she ground her fingertips against my g-spot as her thumb rubbed my clit. With the intensifying waves, I saw stars behind my eyes. “Oh god, oh Son,” I panted against her as she brought me to a finish, my hips pushing insistently into her palm. She let me have some time after the shocks subsided. “I got you off,” she said softly. “Can I go?” I looked at the soaked towels. “You haven’t?” I asked stupidly. Her teeth glinted. “Not finished.” “Go slow,” I said, shake still apparent in my voice. “So you don’t ruin the bed.” She took a breath and tried to keep her piss to a trickle, tickling her cunt as the droplets ran down. I began to screw her with the strap-on again, slowly and teasingly. “Oh fuck,” she murmured. “This – ” A strong spurt escaped. “This is harder than holding.” “You wanted to wet yourself, then do it.” I grabbed both of Sonya’s wrists and pulled them over her head, one of her favorite things during sex, so her body was stretched. This, I’m sure, did not make it easier on her. She squirmed. I pushed the dildo in deep, shifting my hips to create friction. And then, once again, I leaned forward, holding her wrists tight as I put my weight on her overtaxed bladder. The next sound out of her was exquisite, half a sob: “Don’t.” “Mm?” Our hips aligned and I could feel her wetness underneath me. “I’m trying so hard to go slow.” “You are,” I affirmed. My thrusting was methodical, and judging by the tiny jerks of Sonya’s flesh it sent shocks up her spine. “I’m going to cum,” she said, “just from finally pissing.” “And being fucked.” She blushed. “But it’s so dirty. I’m soaked, Chels, it’s all under my ass like a wet diaper.” (Now there’s an idea.) “And it tickles, rolling – ” Her breath caught and I knew how close she was “ – rolling down me like this.” “Filthy,” I agreed. I moved my hand to her cunt, dabbled my fingers in her stream, and then smeared them over her red lips. “You deserve this.” Her eyes widened. “Do that again,” she breathed. I did and this time she opened her mouth wide to suck my wet fingers. I pressed them into her tongue as I pounded her cunt, and as she licked them clean, her body jerked in climax. Her pissing lost control, her teeth grazed my fingers, and she shook violently. “Fuck my god fuck!” she gasped loudly. She threw her arms over my shoulders for leverage to push herself up against the dildo, and I could feel the shocks and shudders of her orgasm through my own skin. I held her close as her flesh gave in. “Chels,” she said softly when it was over. My fingers were out of her mouth but I didn’t withdraw the cock yet. “God, that was so hot.” She arched up to kiss me. “Yeah,” I agreed breathlessly when we withdrew from the kiss. I slipped a hand underneath her. She hadn’t soaked through the towels to the bed, but only just barely. We lay there for awhile before heading for the shower. And as I watched Sonya’s glistening ass and legs step into the shower before me, I already craved another show of making my girlfriend lose control. ---- Want More Watersports Erotica from Sofia Bane? Hannah Has Two Mommies (FFF Wetting, Diapers, Ageplay) When Hannah gets caught in the rain while she's desperate to pee, she assumes the water will cover up her wet accident. But when her girlfriend Autumn discovers her secret, Hannah gets a naughty surprise: a weekend in diapers, until she learns her lesson! However, how will her boss Jenna react when she discovers Hannah's diapered bottom at work? Hannah does need a second mommy, after all.... Warning: this 7,300 word story contains lesbian watersports, deliberate wetting, public wetting, diapers, bedwetting, female masturbation, spanking, public humiliation, a lesbian threesome, public sex, ageplay, and two hot mommies loving their little girl; adults only! Teacher’s Day of Diaper Punishment (Lesbian Wetting, Ageplay, Diapers) The rivalry of teachers Mia and Kendall reaches new heights when Mia has a humiliating public wetting accident in front of Kendall. And since it’s in the school rules that anyone who has an accident must spend a day in diapers…that’s what Kendall is going to insist on. But when Mia finds herself really liking the diapers, Kendall has one more requirement: Mia has to call her Mommy. Luckily, Mia is happy to anyway! Warning: this 6,000 word erotic short story contains lesbian watersports, public wetting, accidental and deliberate wetting, humiliation, diaper punishment, ageplay, public sex, oral sex, squirting, and a very hot Mommy; adults only! Soaked! A Lesbian Watersports Bundle Soaked! contains four previously-published lesbian watersports stories by Sofia Bane: Fit to Burst (desperation, accidental and deliberate wetting, watersports); Desperate, Cuffed, Kinky (desperation, accidental and deliberate wetting, urophagia, oral sex); Losing Control (diapers, bedwetting, public wetting, humiliation); Soaking Up the Sun (public wetting, swimsuit wetting, menage). Bundled and discounted for your pleasure! Fit to Burst (F/F Watersports) When Chelsea gets dared to wet her pants by her girlfriend Sonya during a desperate walk in the park, they're both surprised to find the other is turned on by it. But will Sonya be able to last through the hold-it game that Chelsea challenges her to at a party that night? Warning: story contains desperation, watersports, shameless public wetting, and two very kinky lesbians! Read at your own risk. Desperate, Cuffed, Kinky (F/F Watersports) Olivia never thought of herself as kinky until her secret butch crush Rae slaps a pair of handcuffs on her. With the handcuffs key lost, Olivia's growing need to pee means her tights may end up wet. Rae gives her a hand...and a mouth! This 4,000 word story features lesbians, desperation, wetting, oral sex, urophagia, and of course one very convenient pair of handcuffs. Losing Control (F/F Watersports, Diapers) The relationship between Allison and Renee has always been a power play, but when Renee puts Allison in a diaper for a day and takes her to the fair, they'll both learn a few new things about how hot control, and losing it, really can be! Warning: this 5,000 word story includes diapers, bedwetting, public wetting, and two very kinky lesbians; read at your own risk!  Soaking Up the Sun (F/F/F Watersports) Jillian's got two secrets she wants to share with her friends Kate and Zoe: one, she thinks they're both really hot, and two, she thinks public wetting is pretty hot too. A day at the beach turns out to be wet in more ways than one! This 4300 word erotic story contains desperation, swimsuit wetting, exhibitionism, and a shower menage to wash it all down; adults only! Bursting! Lesbian Watersports Bundle Oops, someone's panties just got a bit damp. Luckily for these ladies, they prefer panties that are wet and clinging! Bursting contains three previously-published stories by Sofia Bane: *The Princess and the Pee (F/F watersports), *Trick or Pee (F/F watersports), and *Wet Rushing (F/F watersports, diapers). This 13,700 word collection contains F/F watersports, diapers, desperation, humiliation, public wetting, accidental and deliberate wetting, bedwetting, light bondage, public sex, oral, scissoring, hold it games, and very kinky lesbians; bundled and discounted for your pleasure! Wet Rushing (F/F Watersports, Diapers) On the day Fiona gets kidnapped as part of her sorority rush, she's already desperate to pee. Too bad her sorority sister Alex insists on an interview before she can use the bathroom, leading to a pair of very wet jeans. But when Alex puts Fiona in a just-in-case diaper overnight, it turns out to be a game that turns them both on! Warning: this 4300 word story contains F/F watersports, desperation, accidental and deliberate wetting, diapers, bedwetting, scissoring, and two very kinky sorority sisters; adults only! The Princess and the Pee (F/F Watersports) Homecoming princess Holly is normally perfectly poised, but on the morning of the homecoming parade her fellow princess Naya gets to see her lose control with a wetting accident outdoors. Good thing they realize they were both turned on by the wetting -- a mutual dare at the dance ensures their panties are going to be wet under their gowns! Warning: this 4400 word story contains f/f watersports, desperation, accidental and deliberate wetting, and oral; adults only! Trick or Pee (F/F Watersports) Charlotte knew she shouldn't have skipped the bathroom before her date Naomi takes her to a haunted house. But lucky for them both, seeing Charlotte soaked and humiliated really turns Naomi on. The second date? This time, a haunted house holding contest, that they're both going to lose! This 5,000 word story contains F/F watersports, desperation, accidental and deliberate wetting, public sex, and very naughty hold-it games; adults only! Tickled ‘Til She Pees Bundle (F/F Watersports, Diapers, Ageplay) Riley insists that she's way too old for an au pair when she goes to France with her mom. But after an embarrassing wetting accident in public and in front of her au pair Alice, Riley realizes that she's much happier being taken care of like a little girl. And even better, Alice loves it too! This bundle contains two previously-published stories by Sofia Bane: Tickled 'Til She Pees, and Tickled 'Til She Pees 2: Her Little Girl. This 15,000 word story contains F/F watersports, diapers, ageplay, desperation, accidental and deliberate wetting, humiliation, orgasm denial, sex, and a naughty little girl; adults only! Tickled ‘Til She Pees (F/F Watersports, Diapers, Ageplay) When Riley's mother insists on an au pair to accompany her around France, Riley protests - she's way too old to need a babysitter. But after a humiliating public accident in front of Alice, the au pair, both of them realize that they get along much better if Riley doesn't act her age after all! Warning: this 7200 word story features F/F watersports, tickling, accidental and deliberate wetting, diapers, age play, oral sex, orgasm denial, and a very demanding Mummy; adults only! Tickled ‘Til She Pees 2: Her Little Girl (F/F Watersports, Diapers, Ageplay) The sequel to Tickled 'Til She Pees! Riley and her au pair Alice have an understanding: they get along much better when Riley doesn't act her age. But when Alice takes her little girl out shopping, she also makes a promise: if Riley can stay dry for the day to prove she's a big girl, she'll get a big girl's reward. But Riley, who loves naughty public wetting, wants to have own way too! Warning: this 7200 word story features F/F sex, ageplay, accidental and deliberate wetting, diapers, public wetting, orgasm denial, erotic tickling, and a very naughty little girl; adults only! Diaper Punishment by my Professor (Gay Wetting, Diapers) Though Collin Harlow tries his hardest in Dr. Fox's math class, he can never seem to please the arrogant professor. But when Dr. Fox refuses to let him go for a bathroom break during a test, their relationship takes a hot and desperate turn! So the professor offers a deal to Collin: maybe a day in diapers will help Collin concentrate on his work...though who knew he would enjoy it so much! Warning: this 6,000 word erotic short story contains gay watersports, desperation, accidental and deliberate wetting, public wetting, diaper discipline, spanking, humiliation, urophagia, oral sex, and a hot and demanding professor; adults only! Golden Boys: Gay Watersports Bundle For these men, the only feeling better than desperation is relief! Golden Boys contains three previously-published gay watersports stories by Sofia Bane: *Wet Paint (M/M watersports), *Crime and Diaper Punishment (M/m watersports and diapers), *Housebreaking Caleb (M/M watersports and puppy play). This 16,000 word erotica collection has been bundled and discounted for your pleasure! Warning: contains watersports, desperation, accidental and deliberate wetting, humiliation, diapers, puppy play, and full bladder sex; adults only! Housebreaking Caleb (M/M Watersports, Puppy Play) Caleb has tried to be a good puppy for his Daddy Ari. But when an evening of desperation leads to a wetting accident, it's clear that this puppy still needs to be housebroken! This 4800 word story contains watersports, puppy play, accidental and deliberate wetting, outdoor sex, anal, oral, and a dog tail butt plug; adults only! Wet Paint (M/M Watersports) When Elliot took a nude modeling job for temperamental artist Ivan, he thought he knew what he was in for. But when Ivan refuses Elliot a needed bathroom break during a session, the ensuing accident turns out to be hot. So hot that Elliot comes ready to the modeling session the next week with a full bladder, eager for more! Warning: this 4800 word story contains M/M desperation, accidental and deliberate wetting, a piss hard-on, a handjob, and very full bladder sex; adults only! Crime and Diaper Punishment (M/M Watersports, Diapers) When Jackson's boyfriend Neil has to bail him out of jail for charges of public urination, Neil's not happy. But Jackson's punishment, they figure, should fit the crime: a day in diapers so he can piss whenever and wherever he wants. Lucky for both of them they end up finding it even hotter than expected! Warning: this 6800 word story contains M/m diapers, watersports, spanking, ageplay, and humiliation; adults only! Posh Piss Boy (M/m Watersports, Diaper Punishment) When Gabe’s Dom Christian is throwing a kinky black tie party, Gabe was only meant to help out. 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