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Mary, my cousin was visiting me at college. We had been drinking with friends in town and it was time to go back to the house I was renting. I should have gone for a pee before leaving the pub but I enjoy hanging on and the results of not always being able to hang on any more. So with a pleasantly full bladder I scrambled into the driver’s seat of my car via the passenger door. ( The driver’s door was jammed; this later proved vital). Mary got in beside me and we set off.

By the middle of town my three pints and a shandy (this is a pre breathalyser story) were pressing hard and by the time we reached the traffic lights on the south of town I was bursting. There was a lay-bye just past the lights where I could pee safely without any problems. I drove past. I was committed to an accident. There was no way I could reach the next lay-bye without wetting myself. Indeed I was already getting a little damp. Each time I squeezed my sphincter I squirted a little pee into my pants and onto my belly. It was beginning to make a large damp stain on my trousers when I first mentioned my predicament to Mary.

“Christ, Mary I am bursting for a pee”

“You should’ve gone before you left the pub”

“I know but I didn’t”

We drove in silence.

The next lay-bye was getting surprisingly close and the position was not yet irretrievable. I let go a long burst and felt it trickle over my balls, between my legs and soak into the seat of my trousers. It was done! There was no turning back! I had deliberately wet myself in company.
“There’s the lay-bye. I don’t know if I can make it!”
“You can”
As I pulled up I let go completely. A pool of pee formed in my groin and slowly soaked away between my legs.
“Come on; get out!”
Mary sat there, puzzled.
“The driver’s door’s jammed. you’ve got to get out first.”
I continued to pee.
“Oh sorry, I forgot”
“No need to hurry. I’ve wet myself. I’m soaked”
There were lots of giggles as she got out the car.
“I’ll try not to drip on your seat as I climb over”
We surveyed my soaking trousers by the light of passing cars. There was an enormous wet patch at the front reaching almost to my knees and a similar patch at the back where I had sat in my own pee. Mary giggled and clutched at her groin. I smiled smugly. I had done it! At last I had contrived a harmless accident and wet myself in female company. I could even blame Mary.
We got back in the car and squelched into the driver’s seat.
“This is uncomfortable. Do you think I should slip my trousers off for the rest of the journey home?”
“I don’t see why not, it’s quite dark.”
I undid my belt and fly, lifted my bum and wriggled them down. As I wriggled I hooked my thumbs in my pants and took them down as well. Naked from the waist down I sat back down in the damp seat. Mary was quite surprised to see my pants go down and modestly looked straight ahead. The car was quite dark but passing headlamps gave a quick glimpse of white legs and a flaccid penis.
I should have peed in the hedge. I could feel my bladder filling again and I hoped I could get home. Wetting your pants was exciting but pissing all over the car would be humiliating. We drove on.
“I should’ve peed back there. I need to pee again.”
“I’ll get out the car quickly this time”
“I can’t. I’ll get arrested for indecent exposure. I’ll hang on”
So I did, literally, hand wrapped round my cock, squeezing hard whilst the pain and pressure increased. As always my friend between my legs betrayed me and I could feel the start of an erection. Initially I was relieved,
“You can’t pee through an erection so I’m safe!” I thought
As the pressure increased I began to doubt the truth of this. As we approached a roundabout the first pee got past my sphincter and I had the agony of only keeping it in by pinching my prick as hard as I could.
“Are you all right?” Mary asked as I wriggled around.
“I’m about to burst. I don’t know what’d going to happen when I let go at the roundabout”
Mary was not so modest now. She was staring at my groin.
I had to take my hand off my cock to change down. As I did so a small fountain of pee rose and then splashed down into my lap, cruelly illuminated by the street lights. Then my bladder went into spasm and contracted as hard as it could. A fierce fountain of pee erupted. It sprayed over the windscreen, dash panel and steering wheel. Mary started back,
“That was gross, some went over me!”
“God, I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it”
My bladder tried to spasm again but by this time I could grab my cock again and just dribbled a bit. My whole groin was aching as I drove on.
I wondered what would happen when I got back to my house. I lived in a dimly lit street and with a bit of luck nobody would be around. Would it be indecent exposure or involuntary urinating in public place?
We arrived back and went through the pantomime of climbing over the passenger seat to get out of the car. Making a half hearted attempt to cover my privates I walked round to the front door.
“Damn, the keys are still in my trouser pockets”
I went back to the car and as I searched my pockets I lost control. I began to pee over the seat and was spraying away as I walked back to the front door. I’d lost any sense of modesty as I peed over the front door trying to fit the key. Mary looked on amazed.
“I can’t stop”
I just about stopped when I got into the house but Mary was in trouble now.
“Seeing you pee so much makes me want to go. I’m bursting”
To emphasise the point crossed her legs and clutched her crotch. I walked across and tickled her at the waist. She wriggled helplessly and shrieked,
“You bastard! I’ll do it in my pants all over the carpet!”
“I don’t care, piss away”, and renewed my tickling.
“Oh my God, I’m starting to do it!”
She clumsily hoisted up her skirt and I had a great view of damp pants and wet tights. My penis stood to attention in appreciation and I tickled her again and also helped tug at her pants and tights. This was crazy, naked from the waist down, ramrod stiff getting full view of a pretty girl trying to pull down her pants so she could pee on the carpet.
With her pants around her knees and her skirt up around her waist, Mary lost her balance and fell backwards. I fell on top with my penis wedged between her legs, jammed up against her pissy vulva. Mary relaxed and let go.
“I’ve just got to it on the carpet, but it was your fault”
It was delicious. The hot pee splashed around my groin for an age. If I had squeezed hard I could have cum and mixed her pee with my spunk.
“Bastard, It’s not my fault if your house ends up stinking of pee”
I moved my crotch down and up a bit. I knew what I was trying to do but I was surprised when the tip of my penis slipped into Mary’s vagina. She must been quite aroused already. I pushed a bit further.
“Hey, what do you think you’re doing. You’re not supposed to be in there!”
“You don’t seem to mind”
I was nearly all the way in now and beginning to realise it was going to very quick. Mary was starting to breathe faster and her legs opened. The pain, the pressure, the abuse of my balls and bladder had the effect of taking me to the edge with none of the usual effort and pounding. One touch on her cervix and I would cum. My penis completed its journey to the neck of her womb and the delicious contact was made. As my balls prepared to shoot their load she said,
“Be careful. It’s the middle of the month and I don’t want to get pregnant”
and I began to pump my sperm into her vagina. It was strangely passionless but a massive relief.
I replied with grunt and continued to fill her vagina. Mary became aware of the jerking penis deep inside her and the growing warmth from my sperm.
“My God! You’re not cuming are you?”
“Yes”, I moaned as I finished my shooting my load, “It just poured out as soon as I got in.”
I slumped on top of her as the last drops were squeezed into her womb. Mary groaned and looked defeated,
“Why didn’t you pull it out?”
“I don’t know, it just came out with no control”
I felt wonderful and my bladder was filling again already. The friendly thing would be to pee inside her vagina, a sort of hot douche. I pulled my half erect penis out and peed some more on Mary’s belly soaking her damp skirt and blouse even more.
“You’re disgusting; can’t even bother to get off me before you pee”
I got to my knees still splashing carelessly over Mary and the floor. I pulled her pants off over her feet. She didn’t resist.
“I’m lying here on a pee soaked carpet feeling it soak into my clothes and I’m probably pregnant”
I loosen the waist band on her skirt and pull it down then unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. Mary was passively co-operative, lifting her bum to remove the skirt and letting me remove her blouse from her shoulder. I found that even her bra was damp as I unhooked the clasp and wriggled the straps down her arms.
What an amazing sight! A pretty girl, skin glistening with pee, sticky with sex between her legs, and the ultimate sight, a slight trace of white oozing from her vagina.

Our bladders empty, we went to our bedrooms to dry and change. Then we drank coffee and talked inconsequentially about boy friends, girl friends, sex, music and other things. At 1am we went to bed. She to mine and me to a camp bed in the spare room.
My dreams were vivid and very wet. Pee seemed every where that night. It came at me and from me in all directions. At 3am I woke after a particularly vivid dream. I needed to pee and it would be all right for me to wet the bed because it was only a dream. I put my hand down the sleeping bag and discovered I was peeing into it. I was wetting the bed. My sphincter slammed shut. Already there was a pleasantly warm puddle around my bum and a sound of dripping came from beneath the bed. I still needed to pee and wondered what to do. Perhaps I could do a little more just to relieve the pressure and drift back to sleep. I rolled on to my back and let go gently. It was wonderful! The pee splashed onto my belly and flowed down over my hips. As I pushed my hips down I could feel it flow down between my legs to drip and flow from my arse into the bed. This was the best yet. To wet myself was fun but to wet the bed calmly and deliberately knowing I could stop but choosing not to do so was sublime. I let go fully without a care for the consequences. It went on and on. A temporary pool formed in my sleeping bag and I squelched my arse into its warm wetness. The drip from the bed turned into a flow. Even the sound was good.
For some time I luxuriated in a warm wet bed. Then it began to cool, get cold, and then clammy. It wasn’t nice anymore. I got out of my sodden sleeping bag and woke Mary.
“I’ve wet the bed. Can I get some dry pyjamas and sleep in the same bed as you?”
“I suppose so”, Mary murmured sleepily
I changed, crept into bed and we slept chastely, back to back.
Next morning I woke at 8 am and we had our breakfasts in bed. Just toast and coffee. I drank plenty of water as I made the coffee. We talked about nothing much as we munched our toast and drank our coffee. Soon I announced.
“I need a pee”
There was a long pause before Mary announced,
“Here we go again. I suppose you are going to wet the bed again”
“That can be arranged”
“How”
“I could just lie here and let go or I could push off my pyjamas and you could watch me do it”
“I enjoyed watching you pee last night so the last option seems better”
In five minutes I was ready. I rolled onto my hips and pushed down the sheet and my pyjama bottoms and I started to pee in the bed. We watched as my pee splashed onto the sheet and form a yellow pool around my hips which spread up to my chest. I pulled my pyjama top out of the way as the pool over flowed and ran down to where Mary was laying. She watched it soak into her night dress without moving. Then I rolled onto my back and we watched the pale yellow fountain rise and fall. My pubic hair and the hair on my chest glistened with pee. I rubbed the tip of my penis with the palm of my hand to force my bladder to empty completely. The flow ceased and the pool slowly soaked into the mattress. The damp warmth felt good against my arse.
The inevitable happened. We watched my erection grow. I squeezed and a few more drops splashed onto the sheet.
“Be careful where you put that this time”
When it was fully erect I was surprised to hear Mary say,
“Can I touch it?”
She touched the tip and stroked along the length. It seemed important to show no passion. The events were nothing more than a biology lesson. Mary took the whole length in her hand and squeezed gently, then giggled as I made my penis twitch.
“Can I look at you?”
“What down there?”
She lifted her wet night dress. I opened her legs, slipped down the bed and between her legs. We continued our biology lesson. I parted her vulva and stroked both labia, then inserted my finger just a little way into her vagina. It seemed important to show no excitement but even she could not control a sharp intake of breath as I touched her clitoris.
After a long silence I said quietly,
“Can I put it in, I’ll be very careful this time”
There was another long pause before Mary answered,
“Yes, be very careful; two lots of sperm and there would be absolutely no chance of not having a baby”
I moved up the bed and Mary propped her head on a pillow and looked down. I squeezed hard and a drop of clear liquid formed on the tip that she smeared across the top of my penis with a finger. Then we both watched as I gently steered my penis into her vagina and slowly pushed it in. We watched it slide in and out as I moved my hips up and down. I varied the angle.
“It feels best when you rub it along the front”
“What? like this?”
I pushed my hips down between her legs and moved to and fro. Mary gave a slight gasp.
“Yes, like that”
Nature began to take its course. I struggled to keep my breathing even, my climax getting ever closer.
Gently, I pulled back and massaged the tip with the lips of her vagina. The over powering need to cum receded so I thrust in deeply and was almost immediately back
at the edge.
“I can’t hold back much longer”
“Be careful, I don’t want you to cum inside me again”
“Don’t worry. I’ll pull it out just before I cum”
I stopped moving as Mary spread her legs wider and took me in deeper. My penis pulsed gently in the velvet grasp of Mary’s vagina.
“That’s wonderful, I’m on the edge”
“I’ll cum if either of us moves”
We lay motionless, staring at each other as we both struggled to stay this side of the climax. We both knew that any orgasm would be long and deep. I felt a little spunk trickle out and I squeezed it into Mary’s vagina. I wondered if it would be enough to get Mary pregnant. It felt good to know that more of my sperm were on their way to her womb. The squeeze tightened and I gasped and involuntarily thrust deeper. Mary’s hips met me as she stared, wide eyed, waiting for the uncontrollable pulsing thrusts that would fill her with my sperm.
“Not inside me, please” she murmured.
I held my breath and we stayed locked together. To stop myself from cumming I forced my sphincter open and pushed my bladder as though trying to pee. The tension eased as more spunk just gently flowed from the tip of my penis. I could feel the soft firmness of Mary’s cervix and squeezed the last drops as close as I could to the way to her womb. I had regained control and Mary smiled and relaxed not knowing it may be too late. I pushed my penis in as far as I could and moved gently in the delicious softness of Mary’s vagina now even softer as her juices mingled with my pre-cum. I said quietly,
“I’ve got to cum now. I can’t hold back any longer”
“Be careful, I know I’ll conceive if you come inside me again”
I moved my hips up and round feeling the tension build to stay in that delicious sweetness until the very last moment when I would spray my cum over Mary’s belly. I thrust one more time and thought,
“Oh my God, I’m going to do it inside again!”
Mary moaned and gripped my shoulders as her legs opened ever wider receiving me ever deeper confident I would withdraw. I moved with a long steady rhythm feeling my penis grind against her cervix at the very neck of her waiting womb. The tension was rising for the last time. I was going to deliberately pump all of my seed as deep as I could. This time there would be no stopping, Mary orgasmed first.
“I’m going to cum!! I can’t stop.”
She bucked and writhed as her vagina spasmed against my impossibly hard penis willing it to deliver its load.
“Yes, Yes, Yes”
I held still as her climax subsided knowing I could still cum on her belly. The anticipation of what I was about to do was unbearable. It was a sweet exciting moment. I was about to fill her waiting fertile womb with my seed.
Mary’s climax passed, she relaxed and checked she was still safe
“Did you cum?”
“No, not yet”
“Thanks; your turn now”
I started moving again and Mary tensed waiting for the jerk of my withdrawn penis and its sticky spray on her belly. I took my time enjoying the power I had over Mary’s body.
“If I cum inside you it won’t make any difference and it’s lots more fun”
“You dare, don’t even joke about it”
“OK, it won’t be long now”
The tension was building as thrusts became faster and deeper. I felt myself go past the point of no return when my balls tightened and it was inevitable that I would shoot my next load into Mary. I locked my elbows, arched my back, ground my hips hard against Mary’s pelvis and pushed in one last time as deep as I could go. Instantly Mary knew her cunt would be filled with my sperm
“Oh, please, no!”
“I’ve changed my mind I’m going to do it inside you. I can’t stop”
“Oh my God! No!”
Mary tried to writhe her hips away from my thrusting groin but to no effect she was pinned to the bed.
“Yes, here it comes”
I felt my whole body push that first spurt into her vagina. Mary felt it spray against her unprotected open womb.
“You bastard”
She pushed ineffectually against my chest as I pumped a seemingly endless rope of sperm into her belly, grunting
“Now...Now...Now...Now”
as it surged to her womb. It was done. I had planted my seed again.
We stared at each other, wild eyed, as I continued to pump my spunk powerfully into her womb. The flow ceased and I squeezed the very last drops from my penis. I felt her vagina squeeze and pulse as it lapped at my sperm to feed her waiting womb.
“I’m pumping the last few drops into you.”
I had never before so concentrated on the act of cuming. I felt every squeeze, the pulsing passage of my spunk down my penis, its joyful release deep into her vagina, the flood of pleasure through my brain. The forbidden thrill of totally unrestrained sex whatever the risk. The exquisite joy of betraying her trust.
For a moment we were appalled at what we had done. She shut her eyes and turned her head away
“Oh, God; You’re a bastard; but it felt so good feeling you cum; filling my cunt. That was the best sex ever but what if I get pregnant”
“Yes, that was so great I never want to use a condom again. My whole body blew apart as I filled your cunt”
We lay quietly as I slowly collapsed both thinking that as the seconds passed my sperm would be swimming ever closer to her fertile egg.
“I should go to the loo but I don’t want to move”
“That’s an old wives’ tale. It too late any way”
“Yes, just think millions of sperm swimming up my womb. Perhaps one’s got there already. But I still need to wee”
We lay there for a long while. Then Mary coughed and I was out. I rolled off onto the now cold damp patch.
“I really must wee”
“If you wet the bed you won’t have to move”
Mary smiled and spread her legs wide. I could see that her pubic hair was damp and sticky. There was a small damp patch just beneath her arse. I could see her strain.
“I can’t let go. It won’t come”
“Relax”
I could see a small trickle and the damp patch grew. Then a grunt and a sigh. Mary spread her legs wide and a yellow stream arched down towards the foot of the bed splashing noisily on to the sheet.
“That was nice”
We got up. Mary stretched then giggled.
“However much did you do? I can feel it trickling down my leg”
She turned and showed a different liquid oozing from her sodden vulva. It turned me back on.
I next saw Mary a year later now engaged to her boyfriend. We did not refer to our wet and sexy night in Durham. Indeed neither of us has mentioned it again in 20 years. Was it her one night of water sport or does she wet herself on the way back from the supermarket or piss all over her husband to turn him on? I will never know.