4 comments/ 75427 views/ 38 favorites Jennifer Wets The Bed By: writedoctor Her dreams had similarities except for the location. Jennifer energetically walked past rows of tan lockers. She was in her old high school and knew the girls bathroom was next to the auditorium. The door was boarded up. Out of order the plain writing said. Damn, I really have to pee. Why does this always happen? She continued the search and found herself at the county fairgrounds. Ugly green port-a-potties were lined up near the cow barns. Jennifer stared aghast. Multitudes of women with impatient faces waiting their turn. Did they have to piss as bad as she? Jenn considered cutting in line, her bladder screaming for relief. ~~~ Mid-morning rays of sunlight crept past billowing curtains into Jennifer's quiet bedroom. She stirred groggily. Half-open eyes glanced at the red digital numbers on the nightstand. 10:00. Damn, I really have to pee. This is Saturday and I'd love to just lay-in-bed-for-another-five-minutes, okay? She hit the snooze button on her inner faucet. That worked but the dry mouth demanded attention also. Jennifer grabbed the bottle of Poland Springs from the nightstand and gulped greedily. Flashes from last night came into focus. Oh shit, did Denise and I drink all that wine? Whew. The movie was hilarious. Almost hurt from so much laughter. I tucked her in. Poor girl was history from the tiring week. I really wanted to make love too. Oh well. Jennifer took another long pull on the water and reached for the handy bong and lighter. Denise always had the best reefer to share. The cannabis was sweet and powerful and it filled her lungs. The buzz was instantaneous and Jenn's head plopped back onto the pillow. She lightly dozed absorbing the peace and quiet from nowhere to go. The spider moved across Jennifer's abdomen and tickled her panties. Hello and good morning Jenn, we need to tinkle the voice whined. She stretched like a cat, yawned loudly and smirked rebelliously sinking down into the cozy bed. Not yet Jennifer giggled. She had always loved pee play. Finding lovers to indulge the golden fetish was not easy. Denise had been timid at first but acquiesced and understood her unusual taste. No pun intended. The irritating sensation around Jennifer's urethra opening had that Spanish fly, aphrodisiac feel. To put it mildly, all aspects surrounding urine were exciting and made her devilishly horny. Playfully she cupped full breasts and squeezed. The ceiling fan had caused Jennifer's long nipples to harden and she tweaked them delightfully. She kicked off the top sheet. Her eyes were closed as delicate fingernails raked exposed flesh. Jennifer caressed her swollen tummy and sadistically pushed down. Oh God, I really, really need to pee. So bad. She opened her legs to the unseen lover and cupped her Venus mound. The conflicting bathroom debate had already been settled, Jennifer was going to piss the bed. She extended her long legs and palmed tight, upper thighs. Urgently, the primal command was issued but the flow would not begin that easily Jennifer knew. A sticky nectar was forming inside her panties. Delicious, needlelike pains attacked her full bladder. Jennifer's fingers massaged the outer edges of cuntal folds. Coaxing. Invigorating. I need to piss. I want to piss. Please! Now! Her hips lurched. She strained, willing and begging the flow to start. She moaned excitedly. A thin stream stained the front of Jennifer's crotch. She pushed desperately, hunched her shoulders then relaxed as the full flow began. Her nerve endings tingled wildly. Warm urine rushed between thighs, lapping her privates. The liquid fountain blockaded by the skimpy material hissed and gurgled, drenching her ass and back. She sighed with pure relief. Jennifer's tide slowly subsided to a dribble and she languished in the mini-puddle encasing her lower body. The heady, strong scent of pissy secretions aroused her and she entered the fetish realm eagerly. Her pulse racing. She quickly turned over, both hands assailing her drenched undies. Insistent fingers splashed in her private concoction, seeking the engorged clitoris. Jennifer humped her digits, grinding against the exciting pressure and masturbated furiously. She was close, so fucking close. I've been such a bad girl. Yes. Pissing the bed. Peeing in my panties. Soaking the sheets. Denise materialized in her fantasy. Jennifer! You've been such a wicked, disobedient girl! The flat of her hand struck Jennifer's wet clothing, spanking her derriere. She cringed from the pain and humiliation and loved every minute. The spankings came faster. Jennifer exploded in a delirium of ecstasy. She screamed into the pillow, her pussy fluttering maniacally from the intense orgasm. She squirmed against the frothy mixture, waves of pure delight tossed her against the heavenly release. She grunted passionately from the mind numbing session. Lovely minutes passed and utterly satisfied, Jennifer rolled onto her side. The bed was a sweet mess. Her mess. Licking her fingers, she tasted the salty essence and swooned breathlessly. God I love Saturday's. Guess I'll have to do laundry now, but won't it be fun? She chuckled. ~To Be Continued~ Jennifer Wets The Bed Ch. 02 The feather's tip teased, causing Jennifer's clitoris to emerge from its silky sheath. Denise drew tiny circles around the swollen, fleshy bud, flicking the soft barbs across the stiffening shaft. Mistress D had prepared a mysterious concoction of cayenne pepper, other herbs and stimulants for the occasion. She swabbed the feather, painting Jen's shaved vulva with the reddish mixture. She squirmed and inhaled. "How does that feel pet?" "Oh. It b-burns Mistress." Denise smiled and daubed more onto the quills. The moist, pointed tip eased between Jennifer's pink hued cunt lips, invading her urethra. She swirled the boney shaft like a cocktail swizzle stick, irritating the sensitive, inner membranes. Jennifer sighed. The tickling sensation was maddening and to make matters worse, she had to pee...badly. The dream was vivid. Jennifer's body subconsciously copied the actions of sighing and squirming. In dreamland Jennifer realized her thighs and lower legs were firmly strapped to the medical chair's stirrups. Her wrists were crudely duct taped together and gripped the brace behind her head. A sharp line of pain inched across her abdomen, the need to relieve was eminent. "M-mistress. This one...this one...has to urinate. Please allow Your slut to piss. P-please?" Sitting upon the stool between the woman's outstretched legs, Denise admired her handiwork. The red powder was not bright as lipstick, Jennifer's entire mons swollen and aroused. The pleading was lovely to hear, the shiny pearl continued to elongate and pulsate erotically. "Oh yes pet. Soon." Denise whispered, deliberately feathering around her irritated pee hole. "Remember to smile darling. This will be a wonderful video to display." Denise smirked. Through a veiled haze, Jennifer sat forward to view the blinking red light. The camera would capture the entire humiliating act. Sharp pain etched across the tethered woman's abdomen. An overfull bladder. The need to piss overwhelming now. Tickling. Need to scratch. I must pee. A trickle of warm liquid escaped. More. Please let me. Please! Jennifer's slender fingers worked fitfully inside her satin panties. The moisture from the dream was reality and pissy digits caressed her erect pearl. "Ohh. Mmm." Damn what a dream, she thought. Have to admit, love that scenario. Being trussed and teased and on camera. Oh wow. God I have to piss. Feels so good. Morning sunlight softly filtered into Jennifer's bedroom. Palming her cunny, she re-entered the fantasy with her tormenting Mistress lover. "Please. Please let me piss." She whispered to the imaginary woman. "I need to pee so badly!" Jennifer quickly pulled off the damp, sticky material and stretched like a cat. She lightly fingered the crack of her dampened ass. I'm such a bad girl. Both hands sadistically pushed down on the enlarged stomach area. Wicked girl! She knew what she was going to do. Jennifer usually indulged with this act in the tub. She sighed. The need, the desire was overpowering. Grasping the backs of thighs, Jennifer flipped her legs backward and up over her head. The balls of her tender feet touched the cushioned headboard. Allowing tense muscles to ease, she carefully lowered her long legs further back. Jennifer's nails deliberately gripped fleshy ass cheeks and soothingly stroked her straining vertebrae. The sight was beautiful. She loved her pussy. The sleek contours of labia mere inches away. The aroma of arousal oozed from her slit and permeated the small space. Her tongue stretched, wishing it could reach the Promised Land. Jennifer slapped her right buttocks loudly. "Oww. Ohh Mistress is the camera on? I'm such a slut. Your pissy slut. Will you please let this one urinate now? P-please?" The answer was silent but affirmative. There would be no turning back now. Jennifer was thirsty. And horny. And in need of her special essence. She watched intently as the lips of her coral hued flower parted. A miniscule dribble of clear liquid gurgled and spilled into Jennifer's trimmed patch of pubes. C'mon. Piss. Let it go now. She pulled her hips lower and stared at the marvelous urethra opening pulsating. Piss baby. Yes. Piss. Jennifer groaned. A powerful stream of yellowish pee immediately showered the pillow and Jen's sleep ruffled hair. The release was heavenly. She aimed the hissing torrent onto her face. Splattering against closed eyelids and flared nostrils, Jennifer gloriously tasted herself. Her wide open mouth captured the salty fluids and eagerly swallowed. Oh yes. More. So lovely. All me. Jennifer gagged, impossible to imbibe the gushing amount of sweet piss. The river sprayed across her white neck and breasts. She drank her fill. Small pools of pee surrounded her twitching shoulders and covered the cotton sheets. Cunt muscles fluttered as the stream subsided and she sighed contently. The taste so divine. Jennifer slowly allowed her torso to unwind and legs eased back onto the wet bed. She reveled in the ultimate, dirty passion. Her fingers lovingly stroked her swollen clit, building towards the first morning orgasm. Taste buds lingering with the tangy liquid that was her. All her. ~To Be Continued~