randomkath 349 Posted March 20, 2017 Share Posted March 20, 2017 This short story was inspired by "What other fetishes do you guys have?". Special thanks to Jeffery Mewtamer and Curiousanon. The text calls bullshit on the notion that women are only able to enjoy erotica when they are sweet, romantic, and plot-driven. This is none of these things. In contrast, it is nothing but 9700 explicit words of pure fetish fuel, written to satisfy the author's personal kinks. It also serves to expose the author as a twisted pervert and raging lesbian. No apologies. You have been warned. anonymous guy choc and Gender-fluidss 2 Quote Link to comment
randomkath 349 Posted March 20, 2017 Author Popular Post Share Posted March 20, 2017 (edited) The Rough Seam "Don't knock masturbation. It's sex with someone you love." ― Woody Allen Ashley awoke feeling deliciously full, and pleasantly horny. The first warm rays of the sun had found their way into her room and gently kissed her awake. A good kind of kiss to wake up to, second only to the lips of an actual human being. She yawned and stretched, throwing off the light blanked that had covered her during the night. Her bladder pulsated in anticipation of a good hard morning piss. She scratched her butt. It was the last day of the semester, and Michele had already left for home early. Not that she wouldn't have scratched her butt in front of her roommate, but she still enjoyed having a little privacy in the cramped dorm room. Her nerves sent strong warning signals now, pointing out the urgency of the situation. She swung herself out of bed and made her way over to the tiny bathroom. There she walked right past the toilet, dropped her sleepwear into the laundry hamper, and stepped into the shower. She had no intention of granting herself the luxury of relief. Ashley loved the feeling of having to pee, and was an expert at putting it off for as long as possible. She had first started to hold it in just for the sake of convenience and practicability. School toilets were gross, as were public bathrooms. Only relieving herself at home had been an obvious solution to a very simple problem. Then she had taken up running, gotten really into it, and bladder training had become part of her self-understanding as an athlete. After all, a sphincter was just another muscle that could be exercised, and she had done so with utmost determination. By the time she graduated high school, she had been down to just two visits to the powder room per day. And as she learned to keep it in for longer and longer, she had come to realize that she enjoyed it sexually quite a bit. It made her so much more sensitive, so responsive to touch. First there had been masturbation, then experiments with others. A full bladder was a glorious thing, making not only the G-spot more sensitive, but driving her crazy with lust in general. It was so easy to get off with a few hours of pee saved up for her enjoyment, and she made use of it, frequently. Her current state was a little more extreme than usual, though. When the warm water started to run down her body, and the sound from the shower filled her ears, she almost lost it. Nearly twenty hours of steaming piss were safely stored inside of her. Now they wanted to come out, but she didn't let them. Oh god, all the hissing, she hated that shower head. No, not quite true, she actually loved it. A shower head can be a source of pure joy when used right, as every lonely lady knows. But she didn't want to do that now, her mounting arousal was way to precious to waste. There was a reason she was so horny, other than her bursting with almost a day of urine. She hadn't touched herself since last Friday. An incredible feat for someone who had masturbated at least twice per day, ever since the onset of puberty. It had been hard, very hard, as hard as... no, better not to continue this train of thought right now. Today would see the end of her self-chosen abstinence, and she would make it absolutely unforgettable. When she was sure to be in control again, she carefully took her hands from her crotch and shampooed her hair, then rinsed it. When she soaped up her body, she felt around the places that had been treated recently. Yes, all still nice and smooth. There was something to be said for laser hair removal. She liked taking long showers, but it was becoming a challenge not to pee or touch herself too much, so she turned off the water after just five minutes, and quickly toweled herself dry. She studied her face in the mirror over the sink. She didn't mean to toot her own horn, but she sure was pretty. Her eyes were sparkling with with sass and lust. It would be a very enjoyable day. Her hair decided to be a bitch today. The bane of existence of many a mixed-race woman, for sure. One day it was curly, the other day straight, and on Tuesdays it was wavy. It would smooth down, sometimes, except when it didn't. Probably dependent on relative humidity, or whether Venus was in Taurus, or something. Hell if she knew. This morning, her follicles had decided she would be black. The second she turned on the dryer, her head exploded into a fuzzy poodle. She ran a brush through it a few times, got it stuck, painfully yanked it out, and growled in frustration as a few torn curls fell into the sink. Fine. Why make her life so difficult? Using a single tie, she organized everything into a neat ponytail, only for it to turn into a messy bun within a tenth of a second. 'And fuck you, too, genetics', she thought. Whatever. No one would be looking at anything above her neckline anyway. That's why she went light on the makeup as well. Her hands trembled a little from the desperation, she had to take great care not to stab herself in the eye with the mascara. She thought about putting in more elaborate earrings, but there was nothing really wrong with the tiny studs she always wore, so why bother? She looked perfectly acceptable, there was no need to drag out this morning routine any longer. She left the bathroom and quickly pushed a few buttons on her shiny new coffee maker. A present from her parents for her eighteenth birthday; they knew how much she loved steaming hot caffeine goodness. The little fully automatic machine was making quite a ruckus while she was getting dressed. No panties, of course, not today. She put on her favorite pair of jeans. On first glance, they were just a fashionable pair of skinny jeans, real jeans, not some pseudo-leggings crap, slightly worn and faded. But there was more to them than met the eye. They were also a stealthy sex toy. A masturbatory aid, so to speak. Their low cut waist meant they had to be pulled up firmly, if Ashley didn't want to expose half her ass. Pulled up so far, they parted her cheeks, and pressed into her groin. The seam slightly separated her outer labia and came to rest between her lips. She could feel the rough texture of the fabric in direct contact with her clitoris. So naughty. So awesome. She fed a heavy leather belt through the loops. This thing was meant to be a gun belt, wide and stiff, to support four pounds of revolver. Strong enough for her purpose. She tightened it down with a single swift motion, compressing her poor bladder. Her urethral opening stung. Oh yes, that was exactly what she wanted, what she needed! One more notch. And another one. She moaned, had to take a few seconds to compose herself. The rest of her outfit was easy to choose, too. Why bother with a bra, when your small breasts stand on their own? Besides, those things amounted to torture devices in hot weather, anyway. She put on a simple red t-shirt, a pair of socks, her comfortable, worn-in sneakers, and was ready for the day. She never understood women who would spend hours staring into their closet, trying to decide what to wear. The coffee was ready. She stuck her nose into the mug, breathed in deeply, savoring the smell of the beloved stimulant. Not the only thing that was stimulating her right now, but still an old favorite. Its diuretic effects were a nice bonus. Her stomach was rumbling. She hadn't eaten for just as long as she hadn't peed. She hated it when a pesky number two interrupted a good hold. To compensate for the lack of solid food, she added a good measure of full-fat cream to her drink, and stirred in no fewer than four heaped spoons of sugar. It was so much, it barely even dissolved. The breakfast of champions, or something like that. Almost disgustingly sweet. She sipped from the thermos mug as she gathered her laptop bag, a few pens, and a notebook. Phone, wallet, keys... she tried to remember if the was missing anything, but then decided she was ready. Ashley stepped out into the beautiful day. What an amazing summer morning! Nice and warm, a soft breeze blowing, just perfect. The first person to turn around to admire her ass was a tall guy wearing a baseball cap and a fraternity shirt. It happened right in front of the dormitory building, not even twenty seconds after she had locked the door. A very good start. The second person was a gray-haired janitor, just a few moments later, and the third one, to her great pleasure, was a girl, a pretty little East Asian. Then she turned right into the busy main street, a mingling mass of students and university staff. Things got even better there. Ashley never turned around to confirm, she just knew they were looking. She felt how she was drawing lustful stares left and right. She had a nice backside, especially in this pair of jeans, but a lot of it was from how she walked in her tennis shoes. She sat one foot in front of the other, hips gyrating, butt swaying, in the seductive manner most girls could only pull off when balancing on a pair of heels. It came natural to her. Maybe she wasn't the most conventionally beautiful woman on campus, but she was oozing sexuality. She loved to be ogled, but it wasn't just for show. Every undulating step dragged the seam across her slit. It was pretty rough indeed, and the friction worked wonders to excite her. The chafing was incredible. After a bit over five minutes, she reached the life science building, and her junk was already irritated and itchy. Probably slightly red under the denim, too. Soon it would start to burn. She had anticipated this, she welcomed it. She had barely even started her day, just walked a few hundred meters, and soon her most sensitive parts would be hurting. And no one could know it. She just had to soldier on, or risk exposing herself as the depraved pervert she was. By the end of the day, it would be all red, and raw, and painful. Her bladder was playing its part in the ensemble, too. Full and swollen, nicely compressed by the strong belt, straining her sphincter to exhaustion. What a lovely feeling! And all the eyeballs popping out of their sockets; she was driving people mad with desire. Knowing how many of them desperately wanted to get into her pants... Oh, she was a cock crazy little nymphomaniac. Or maybe not that cock crazy today, because the more she thought about it, the more she felt herself craving a woman's touch. A shame that Michele had already gone home for the summer, or she would have scored easily. Yes, Ashley had slept with the girl she shared a room with once or twice. Why not? Michele had a boyfriend back home, but she also was an uncomplicated woman with a rather utilitarian attitude towards physical pleasure. That they had been intimate hadn't really made anything between them more difficult. Life wasn't some kind of TV show, where everything surrounding sex had to be awkward for the sake of drama. And Michele was decent looking, too. A very interesting face, with a tiny button nose, and big brown eyes she mostly hid behind a huge pair of nerd glasses. A bit owlish, maybe, but by no means unattractive. And her body was divine. A shame she liked to conceal it under old jeans and baggy sweaters. Ashley had been adamant on making Michele come as hard and as often as possible when they were in bed together. She liked how utterly flustered and helpless the geeky girl looked at the very peak of her lust. But all the reminiscing didn't help, Michele wasn't here. She would have to find somebody else for tonight. What a shame. Such hard work. Women were always harder to get than men, and evolutionary psychology had taught Ashley why that was. They were the ones to invest all the energy into pregnancy, go through the considerable danger of childbirth, so of course they had to be selective. She certainly would never get anyone pregnant, but she still had to suffer through all the bullshit, jump through all the hoops. Oh, she hated nature and society equally for making the hunt for decent clam so much harder. Still, evolutionary psychology made a lot of sense to her, even if it was frequently misused to argue for 1950s gender roles. Around campus, Ashley didn't have a reputation for being easy, or sexually aggressive. At least not yet. No one knew the full extend of her exploits. The actual percentage of people who kiss and tell was surprisingly low. College did pose one interesting challenge to her: So many people to sleep with, so little time! A Bachelor's degree only took four years. Probably more like three, at her pace. She tried to slow down and play dumb at times, but she was still a straight-A student, and found herself bored out of her mind more often than not. General studies in particular seldom even tickled her brain. She was a biology major, but all the interesting science courses weren't easily accessible to freshmen, so she wasted her time in classes for beginners. The curriculum really wasn't made for someone of above-average intelligence. She felt lucky she had been able to pick Financial Mathematics for next semester, which would at least provide her with a few problems that were a little more involved. Anyway, she wasn't just a tease, she delivered what she promised! Just last week, she had slept with her track and field coach. Coach Baye hadn't been hard to seduce. She had simply asked him if he wanted to have sex with her, in plain language, and matter-of-factly. He had first appeared a little shocked, then he had looked her up and down, had studied her body. He had done that many times before, but that had always been with the eyes of a trainer. This time, he had looked at her with the eyes of a man, and he had liked what he had seen. He had nodded, then taken out his cellphone and sent a message. She had thought nothing off it at this point in time, although she had understood what it had been about later. His house was just 15 minutes from campus. They had jogged there, because it was inconspicuous. Nothing unusual about two athletes working out together, it was to be expected. Only stretching and resistance exercise had looked a lot different from the usual program. Her legs spread to the edge of the bed, knees dangling down, him half standing, half kneeling, giving her his full length. Only of average girth, but he sure knew how to use it well. Then his wife had come into the room. Ashley had been worried. That she didn't think too highly of traditional morals didn't mean she had none. She would rather not be a homewrecker. She had just assumed that if he was willing to bring her home, his spouse wouldn't be there. But he hadn't been worried at all. He hadn't even slowed down. That had been the second hint. The first hint had been the fact that the woman had walked in stark naked. A very deliberate action, no doubt. Mrs. Baye was a tall, curvy ginger, whose hair was showing first strands of gray. And visibly a natural redhead, too. A very attractive mature woman, for sure. Whatever 'mature' meant these days. She probably wasn't much older than the man she was married to, so in her late forties, perhaps? She had sat down on the bed next to Ashley. Ashley had tried to pull away from her coach, or at least to sit up, to face the woman, but Mrs. Baye had pushed her back onto the mattress. “Shhh, relax, sweetheart.” A deep smoky voice, intensely erotic on its own. She had sat down on on the bet, leaned over to get close to the copulating couple, and round breasts had sagged slightly into Ashley's face. She could appreciate a nice pair of boobies. She had given them a playful shove, intended on making them swing like a pendulum, but they had been surprisingly firm. Mrs. Baye had reacted by placing a deep kiss on Ashley, their tongues dancing around each other. Not the meaningless peck of a one-night stand that was just a compulsory exercise, part of the ritual of sex. No, it had been the intimate kiss of a lover. Then she had started to explore Ashley's body with her hands. The feeling the older woman's cool slender fingers on her skin had pushed Ashley over the edge. She had wanted to gasp and moan loudly as she came, but Mrs. Baye had closed off the girl's mouth with her lips again, and no sound had escaped. The voluptuous woman had stroked herself until her husband had shot his load deep inside the young girl. Then she had exited the room and left the awkward post-coital conversation to her man. While Ashley had taken a hot shower, she had hoped that one of them, or both, would come after her, for a second round of fun. But no such luck. Later she had wondered how often the kinky couple did something like that, and whether she occasionally brought home young, easily impressed boys, and made him watch. The dirty pervert had sat there and masturbated to the sight of her husband fucking a kid who could have been their daughter. For the rest of the week, Ashley hadn't been able to get one thought out of her head: She and Mrs. Baye would look marvelous together in bed. Their naked bodies snuggled up together, legs intertwined, arms wrapped around each other, relaxing after an afternoon of sweet, tender lovemaking. The contrast between their skin tones would paint a perfect picture. A little milk in her coffee. Maybe the opportunity would arise one day, preferably without male interference. When her mind returned to the present, Ashley again had to think about the fact that she had not orgasmed in seven days. Was is even possible not to come for a week? It seemed highly unlikely she would ever be able to show such restraint, yet here she was. The crotch of her jeans was soaking wet already, and beginning to get sticky. And she hadn't lost a single drop of pee, it was all just pure lust. She made her way through the hall and into lecture theater three. She found a place in the second row, so her lower body wouldn't be exposed to the eyes of professor DeBiasi, should she want to twitch and fidget and cross her legs a little. When she bent at the hips to sit down, the belt painfully rode into her bladder. Very enjoyable, but very taxing. Her pelvic floor hated her right now. People where filling in slowly. It didn't look like too many students would come. Finals were over, it was the last session of Statistics 101, and all the professor had announced for today was that they would go over some of the answers to the test and chat about their plans for the summer. A slow day. The lecture hall was almost comically large for the number of attendees, but when DeBiasi walked in, he didn't seem to be bothered by the lack of faces present. He was a very sweet elderly gentleman, relatable, and able to make his topic clear and interesting to the students. Well, as interesting as mathematics got for most people. He knew the low attendance was a function of the date, not a comment on his character. They only took about half an hour to discuss the more difficult parts of the test they had taken the other day. Ashley had found it easy, but having the confirmation she got all of it right was nice to hear nonetheless. Then they launched directly into the 'how to have fun this summer' part and spent the entire rest of the time on this topic. When one of the students mentioned a beach vacation in Florida, the professor relayed a few hilarious stories from his surfing days, a long, long time ago. Ashley took great care not to laugh to hard. Time passed quickly, the pressure in her lower abdomen grew, and when it was all over after two hours, and DeBiasi had left, her thighs were getting numb. Leaving behind her stuff to reserve a place, Ashley slid out of the row of seats, got up, and left the room on stiff legs. She was feeling a little peckish. She stuffed a bill into the vending machine in the hallway and got herself two bottles of coke. She started slowly sipping away at the cloyingly sweet beverage. It didn't take long for her blood sugar to rise into a more healthy range, and soon her kidneys would notice there was work to be done, too. They would produce more of the wonderful liquid that brought her such joy. A few more people had joined them for the next lecture, the room didn't look quite as deserted anymore. Professor Smith was an insufferable bitch with a monotone speaking voice, but she did announce she would give a short introduction to her evolution course for next semester, and it would be in the best interest of every biology major not to miss it. At least in Ashley's case, this turned out not to be true. Nothing new, and nothing that couldn't be learned in an hour online. The material wasn't even structured enough to serve as a valid introduction for someone new to the topic. And of course, it was presented with all the charm and finesse you could expect. This woman might as well have been replaced with Microsoft Sam reading a Wikipedia article start to finish, and all that her students would have noticed would have been the slightly lower-pitched voice. “Now, if we consider these selection factors independently of each other...” Ashley's bladder cramped. She groaned. “Yes, Miss Calder, you've got any input?” “Um... no, Professor.” “Then maybe you want to refrain from interrupting my lecture. You are not alone in this room, and some people want to learn. As I was saying...” Yep, insufferable, through and through. Yet, if she had wanted to come home with Ashley and have a little fun, she would have been up for it. Provided she would have accepted to be gagged with a dirty sock before Ashley went down on her. She would render her catatonic with her tongue. This poor excuse for a teacher was a total jerk, but she did have a nice skinny body that age hadn't totally ruined yet. The shape that was visible under the pencil skirt and expensive blazer was quite okay. Oh god, what was she thinking? Ashley tried to focus on the actual subject matter at hand, but that was of no help, since the professor kept droning on about sexual selection. “The question of what survival advantage sexual reproduction has exactly, has not been answered conclusively. One possible explanation is offered by the so-called 'Red Queen Hypothesis', derived from the fictional character in Alice in Wonderland, who stated...” 'Has no one ever considered that sex is just fun as hell? I would make the Red Queen my little bitch. I would screw the cards right out of that stupid dress. Plus, if I'm not getting laid today, I'm going to die of frustration.' “Unlike the human female, who menstruates, most mammals have an estrous cycle, which means they will be in heat for a limited amount of time. A few of the reproductive issues that follow from this fact are...” 'But I am in heat', Ashley thought. 'I'm definitely in heat. Not just in heat, I'm on fire. I'm just an animal. Oh yes, a wild, untamed animal.' Her hands wanted to wander down, slip into her waistband, play with her clitoris. She could barely contain herself. She gripped the back of the seat in front of her, held on so hard, her knuckles turned white. Somehow she made it through the entire lecture. And despite of the full liter of cola she had drunk over the last two hours, not a single drop had escaped. Finally it was time to return home. There she would find two kinds of relief. Ashley's hips were swinging a little less on the way out of the building than they did on the way in. She just had to tune it down a bit, she was approaching her absolute physical limit. She stopped to admire herself in the big window front of the chemistry labs. She smiled, and her reflection smiled back at her. The picture of a sexy young woman, with no regard for modesty. This campus was full of skimpy hot pants and low-cut tops. Going by just the surface area of visible skin, what she was wearing was almost conservative by comparison. But clothing could be revealing in many different ways. Her nipples could cut glass, she wondered if they were about to poke two small holes into the shirt. And these jeans contoured her lower section perfectly, displaying her rear and long legs. 'What a slutty outfit', she thought. Not that this adjective carried any emotional meaning for her otherwise. Promiscuity and showing off were perfectly fine with her. After all, what was a slut, if not simply a woman with the morals of a man? No ethical issues whatsoever. The simple truth was: Calling herself a tramp turned her on. Of course, this was nothing that a proper young lady should be turned on by, and this turned her on even more. 'Look at you! Exposing yourself in public, just like that. You have no shame, you filthy little whore! You are so naughty, someone oughta spank you! Oh yes, spank you hard, make your bottom burn, and then...' Her bladder chose this moment to try and expel its contents. Her lower body cramped, and she bent forward, jamming both hands into her crotch, pressing the denim against her pee hole. The movement yanked the seam across her swollen clitoris once more. For a few seconds, she saw stars, just standing there, frozen in position, desperately trying to neither pee nor come. She slowly came back to her senses, carefully straightened out, and looked around. A few people were glancing in her direction, but no one seemed to have stopped to watch the show. Now she had just to make her way back to her room. She was stopped by a whirlwind. “Hey Ash!” Her friend Cynthia, of all people. A small, bubbly blonde, hyperactive like a squirrel on crack cocaine. The type of girl who would never walk anywhere she could run. Bursting with energy. As opposed to Ashley, who was bursting with other stuff. “Are you coming?” “Uh, coming...” It took Ashley a second to realize she hadn't been busted. The question was a lot less suggestive than it first appeared. Cynthia was dressed in running shorts and carrying her gym bag. “Oh, right, practice. No, I've called in sick.” That was the truth. Last week, while returning home slightly drunk, she had twisted an ankle trying to skip a few meters through the bushes at the side of the parking lot. It was fine know, the swelling had only lasted for a day or so, but she still had opted out of track and field for the week. Better not overextend herself. Cynthia puckered her lips. “Ash, why don't you come and watch us from the bench? Just for solidarity, come on!” Ashley hesitated for a moment. She had just realized that the 24 hour mark had passed unnoticed. A whole day of boiling piss was straining against her sphincter now. Never before had she held it this long. Quite an accomplishment, but she could absolutely not afford to keep herself away from the toilet for another two hours. No way she would walk away from this with her dignity intact. It was impossible. She shouldn't do it. “Of course honey, you know I love you guys. Anything to spend time with you.” “Don't be an ass, are you coming or not.” “Yes, I'm coming.” She hadn't even finished the sentence, and Cynthia had already taken off. This girl had no patience whatsoever. Ashley followed with somewhat more careful steps. The south field was the smaller of two sports facilities owned by the university. The larger one was the football stadium at the other end of campus. 'Stadium' was maybe overstating it a bit, it was a football field with a few rows of seats, but still, it was a lot more impressive and better funded than south field, which was basically an afterthought. Not that Ashley was bitter about the fact that the other sports had to make due with less, the budget wasn't unlimited, and it was all a matter of priorities. And she had spent quite a few hours watching both the football team and the cheerleading squad train. She usually wore a jersey and did a bit of cheering on her own. Not for school spirit, but for more carnal reasons. Huge, hulking men, foaming with testosterone, were nice too look at. Cheerleaders, even more so. Jumping, contortions, cute little skirts flapping in the breeze. A shame their uniform called for full-coverage panties. Not that she would ever consider to try cheerleading herself. She was neither very flexible, nor partial to dancing, never mind her lack of coordination. But all these tasty, fit girls made her mouth water. She had stopped coming to the stadium after she had managed to sleep with a football player or two. Okay, probably more like five or six. It had been an interesting experience, but nothing to write home about. What she had really wanted, was a cheerleader. And they were hard, on account of meeting every stereotype on the book. Hot, but bitchy, obsessed with their reputation, holier-than-thou, and usually the trophy girlfriend to one of the players. How very annoying. They were lots of easier girls to be had. Like some of the ladies Ashley was ogling right now, from the coaching bench at south field. Of course, she hadn't come for solidarity, she had come for the view. Watching the training on a warm summer day was a dangerous idea. So many spandex shorts, only two eyes! Sweaty girls all over the place. She had to be careful not to throw out her neck staring. She wouldn't have minded if the team's two male members had participated as well, but both of them had gone home already. They, too, were pretty handsome. Oh well, the girls were plenty hot enough. She tried not to move her legs too much, to minimize stimulation, but to no avail. You try not to wriggle around while bursting at the seams, I dare you! And Coach Baye was there, too. She decided to have a little fun, see if she could throw him off guard. She first looked into his face, made sure he saw where her eyes were pointing. Then she stared intensely at the crotch of his trunks. He blushed and turned away. Oh yes, he would probably remember this one evening last week for the rest of his life. A total win. Ashley smiled, then she returned to the eye candy on on the field. There was this tall brunette, whose name escaped her right now. She had an impressive bosom, for such a lanky girl. She had fixed it in place with a green sports bra, which also happened to be the only top she was wearing. There was still quite a bit of jiggling. Being so well-endowed couldn't really be comfortable, but it sure looked good. Miss Future Lower Back Problems was running laps, and every time she passed the bench, Ashley's mouth started making motorboat noises. It was an open training session, and most of the team just did a little light cardio. No additional equipment was in use, and the jump pit stayed covered. Coach Baye was standing there with his stopwatch and would occasionally call out a number. Even today, during the last training session of the semester, with the girls mainly just messing around, everyone was running times that were absolutely unreachable for Ashley. They were just zipping by. Ashley was easily the worst sprinter on the team. Not nearly enough muscle mass, way to little power. But the longer the distance got, the more she started to shine. 2000 meters were a start. 5000, even better. At 10 k, she would leave everyone behind, wheezing, while she would steadily keep her pace. She was absolutely unbeatable at half-marathon. And one of these days, she would enter one, with a day's worth of boiling piss inside of her. Oh yes, it would be living hell, and absolute heaven at the same time. Ashley absently-minded twirled her hair around her finger, until she realized that she could, well, twirl her hair around her finger. A long, smooth strand. 'So now you decide to comply? You ethnically confused waste of keratin. Go die in a fire!' After not quite two hours, the coach called an end to the training session, and to a very successful semester for the whole team. There was a bit of cheering and applause for self-motivation, and then the girls, all still in their sport clothes, aggregated around the picnic tables at the edge of the field, to celebrate the end of the season. They had set out some food and socialized a little. They did this regularly; in fact, their big summer barbecue was legendary. You wouldn't believe the amount of meat a bunch of young girls can destroy. A lot of protein for after workout. Ashley rose from the bench, slowly, with a very focussed expression. She had to clench down so hard, she was afraid her lips she might cut trough the denim like a pair of scissors. She approached the rest of the team with very cautious steps. Maybe 'painstaking' was a better word, because there was pain involved. There was an entire ocean inside of her, and tidal waves were hitting her dyke with full force. She usually preferred a different kind of dyke. By the time she made it to the picnic area, Coach Baye had just finished saying his goodbye for the summer, and the girls took their turn doing the same to him. “Bye coach.” “See you.” “Have a nice summer.” Ashley couldn't stop herself. “And my regards to your wife.” He didn't just blush, he went beet red, turned around, and walked away. She just hoped she had turned him on enough to go straight home and fuck that lovely pervert of a milf. Cynthia had noticed something. “What was that about?” “What?” “'My regards to your wife.' What the hell is that supposed to mean. You two got a secret code or something?”. Ashley shook her head. “No, she's a really nice woman, I just want him to say hello to her for me.” That was at least half of the truth. Cynthia didn't seem convinced, but she dropped the topic. “So, you'll join us for a snack?” “Nah, I got stuff to do. Plus, I didn't bring any food. I don't want to leech off you guys. But if you have a soda for me, I'll stay for a few minutes.” She absolutely did not need any more fluids in her. Her bladder made this perfectly clear, with insistent burning and throbbing. Which of course meant that she did need more fluids in her. Ashley did her best to make idle conversation with her teammates, but found it very hard to focus on chit-chat, when she needed all her concentration to keep herself from fidgeting too much. Then Cynthia seemed to remember something. “Wait a moment...” She dug through her bag, then produced a crumpled flyer. “I saw this the other day, thought it would be right up your alley.” It was an advertisement for a 15 km road run next month. That was indeed right up her alley, and since she didn't plan on going home, that sounded like as good an opportunity as any, to live out her fantasy. “Huh. Yeah. Tell you what, Cindy, we both register and do it together.” Cynthia shook her head. “Not for a 15k. I haven't trained. Not everyone is a fucking running machine like you, Ash. You got the heart of an ox, or something.” “You've got quite the powerful little engine there yourself!” She playfully smacked her friend on the rear. Perfectly innocent. At least she hoped that was what it looked like. The quarter of a second her hand had spend on Cynthia's buttocks, already had her wanting more. Cynthia giggled and twisted her butt out of reach. 'What would happen if I just grabbed her and threw her onto a table', Ashley pondered. 'Flat on her back, legs spread wide. The best position to feel her up. What is the minimum sentence for sexual assault in this state, anyway? Probably totally worth it.' Idle thoughts, without any real intention behind them. But just the mental image... She caught herself salivating and had to swallow. 'Stop it, you skank!' she called herself out. Thankfully, Cynthia seemed to be totally oblivious and changed the topic. Time passed slowly. Every second was pure torture. Almost empty soda in her left, Ashley studied the inviting door of the ladies' room, just to the side of the picnic area. Her fantasizing about relief was interrupted by Cynthia's voice once again. “Hey Ash, got knocked up lately?” She glanced down. Her bulge was so clearly protruding over her waistband now, she looked positively pregnant. Thankfully, her desperation didn't affect her wit. “Yeah, by your dad. Your mom doesn't know yet, we've been meaning to tell her.” Cynthia found that pretty funny. “Haha, screw you!” “Oh, I will”, Ashley muttered under her breath. “What was that now?” “Oh, nothing. Yeah, I guess I look a little bloated. Truth be told, I really gotta take a whizz. Excuse me.” And with these word, she finished her drink, placed the bottle on the table, got up and walked over to the restroom. Calmly, like a lady. She closed the door of the small single bathroom behind her, trying to ignore the battle that was raging between her muscles and gallons of piss. She looked into the mirror over the sink. 'You pathetic little weakling!', she scolded herself. 'No self-control! Squirming in front of your friends! Showing off your bladder! Are you fishing for sympathy? Behave like a woman, you fucking wimp!' Seeking to punish herself for her lack of discipline, she sat down on the closed lid, legs spread apart as far as they would go. She took a nice, long pretend pee. 'Ah, how relaxing.' She didn't manage to convince herself of that for one second. Her body had never so desperately wanted to get rid of a giant load of liquid waste as it did now. Sitting there without voiding a drop was the hardest thing she had ever done. And also the most arousing. She could still see herself in the mirror. God, she was hot! If she had a twin sister, there would be a lot of wild, naughty incest going on in this family, for sure. The constant stream of perverted sexual thoughts didn't stop for a second. Most of the things running through her head were just so plainly wrong. So wrong, it called for an additional penalty. She reached for her belt, held on to the short end, and pulled with all her strength. The prong slipped out of the hole, and the sheer pressure of her bulge wanted to pull the leather out of the buckle. She didn't allow it. She yanked on it with all she had, and managed to tighten it one more notch. Agony, and lust, nothing else. Bright colors, exploding stars, hammering noises. Her vision cleared slowly, and the was still dry, somehow, but the hammering was still there. Apparently, it was real. Someone was knocking, no, pounding, on the door. “Oh god, hurry up, I'm going to explode!” 'And I am not? Get a grip on yourself, girl!' That wasn't what she said, though. “Hang on, I'm just gonna need a minute.” “Please! I don't have a minute!” Ashley didn't hurry. If she could stand it, others should be able to behave themselves as well. She got up from the toilet, inspected her pelvis in the mirror. The tightened belt had the one advantage of making her look slightly less ballooned. She might just get away with pretending to have peed. To make the illusion complete, the washed her hands, winced when the warm water flowed around her fingers. Then the inspiration hit her. She leaned forward, drank directly from the tab, swallowed and swallowed, until she couldn't fit another drop. Her back teeth were floating. After carefully drying her hands and mouth with a few paper towels, she finally unlocked the door. The busty brunette from earlier pushed past her, shoved her out of the way, and slammed the door shut in Ashley's face. Through the thin wood came the sound of the lid being thrown open, and a butt dropping onto the seat. Then she heard the other girl piss an absolute gusher. It was hell on her tortured sphincter, but the thought of piss spewing out of the hot body turned her on even more. But what didn't turn her on today? Her libido was stuck in overdrive. She couldn't put it off for another minute. She was way past her limit now, and the situation was turning into an emergency. She said a quick goodbye, hugged Cynthia while barely able to keep her hands to herself, waved to the other girls, and left them to their little party. She hastily waddled away from the athletics field, her sexy walk was gone. The way across campus back to the dorm seemed a mile long. Well, it was about a mile, so this figure of speech didn't work exactly. It was a long way, let's leave it at that. When she rounded the corner of the lab building, where Cynthia had caught her, she was making engine noises again. But this time she wasn't a motor boat, she was a super tanker full of liquid, huge-ass diesel engine, vrooom, vrooom. Her mind was getting silly, but she couldn't help herself. Hours of ignoring her body's natural needs took their toll. Ashley was a bit disappointed to go home alone. She could really use the company of another girl. No, not a girl, an experienced woman would be even better. Someone who knew exactly what buttons to push. Mrs. Baye, maybe. Shit, that women had shoved her tongue down her throat and touched her all over, and she didn't even know her first name! She had to gather all her strength not to jam both hands between her legs. Whether to hold or masturbate, she wasn't sure. Probably both. The last hundred meters were more difficult than the entire day, and the short dorm hallway was the hardest walk of her life. Then she was standing in front her room door, and fiddled with the keys, hands shaking. It was difficult to find the damn hole, and once she had it, it was almost impossible to get the angle right and shove the damn thing in. Not unlike the experience of a teenage boy losing his virginity; something Ashley had been witness to a dozen times. Another reason to prefer girls. Finally she had the right key, and it slid in all the way. The lock turned, the door opened, closed again behind her, and she leaned against it, taking five seconds to catch her breath. Alone at last. After six hours of perpetual desperation and arousal, she finally couldn't take it anymore. She had to touch herself now! She stumbled into the bathroom, with barely enough presence of mind to switch on the light. She winced when the toilet came into her field of view, white and inviting, but she didn't have time to stop and ponder urination. The door slammed shut. In this windowless cell, no one could hear her scream. And scream she would. She collapsed onto the floor. Her nervous hands found the belt, and for the second time in thirty minutes, she had to pull on it with everything left in her arms. It tightened, only for a tenth of a second, then it yanked itself loose, as if under spring tension. In a manner of speaking, it was; all the force had to go somewhere. Her bladder distended to basketball size. She sighted. The sudden lack of compression made her desperation marginally easier to take. The button came off on it's own, the waist of the jeans wasn't cut for pregnant women or holding prodigies. The zipper didn't put up a fight, either. Compared to all the struggle with stupid belt, the jeans were easy to slide over her butt and bring down to the mid of her thighs. The seam peeled out from the wetness between her lips. She imagined to hear a faint pop, like that of a suction cup pulled off a surface. Fresh cool air hit her overheated genitals. Ashley primed herself by slapping between her legs with her right, hard. She yelped, the pain was exquisite, never had a human being been so aroused. Her hands developed a live of their own, caressing her bulge. A delicious feeling of fullness and barely constrained sexual energy. Nothing else seemed to exist in the world. Her left pushed down on her bladder, her sphincter clenched in white hot pain. It hurt, but it hurt so good! She left the hand exactly where it was, exerting subtle but continuous pressure. Her free right reached for her happy place. Her vulva was radiating heat. She gently separated her labia with two fingers, pushed the hood out of the way with her thumb. She was so open, so vulnerable. The bulb her clitoris was fully exposed. Swollen, wet and glistening, but also red and irritated, like she had expected. Now it was in for a treat. Ashley went at it with full force. She didn't go easy on her clit. That stupid thing had been driving her crazy for the last six hours, it was just begging for punishment. She started with the thumb, and that was good. Then she rubbed it with her entire hand, which was amazing. Then she put more and more strength into it, first using the whole arm, then the muscles in her shoulder as well. Her brain was swimming in hormones. Soft moans turned into deep grunts. Her higher cognitive functions were gone. No longer a sophisticated young woman with the brilliant mind of a scientist. Her mental state was akin that of a farm animal, getting fucked silly for breeding in a pen. No reason, mere instincts. She came without warning. The first climax of the day hit her with the brutal efficiency of a sledgehammer. It was sudden, harsh, and over quickly. The sensation shot through her in one powerful jolt, stripped her of all control over her muscles, and just like that, her floodgates gave way. It started with one small spurt. Then a pause. Then all hell broke loose. From one millisecond to the next, there was a fountain. Liters of foaming piss gushed out of her. The pressure was so massive, the stream wasn't even stopped completely by the densely woven fabric in front of her crotch. It bridged the few centimeters of a gap, hit the denim, loosing only a fraction of its volume in drops that fell down onto her thighs and tickled her were she had been rubbing seconds earlier, and passed cleanly through her pants, rising a good distance, before it splattered on the shower curtain. She was piss.ing right through her jeans, which were only soaking slowly. The warmth and wetness spread from her groin, to her butt, slowly running down her legs. She shivered and moaned. Finally letting go was intense. It felt better than any pee she had ever had before. For a few seconds, she wasn't sure if she had simply come again, but no, it was a different, if equally epic, type of relief. A massive lake started to form, while she was still going. She didn't know how long she peed, but it seemed like eons, and it was amazing. The stream subsided gradually, until she was no longer shooting right through her pants, her urine now running down her body, following gravity and seeping out at the bottom. She cut it off with the last bit of willpower she had. Maybe she wasn't quite done with it yet, but it was time to move on. She didn't stop to admire the impressive amount of pee that had been stored inside of her. She pressed her index finger against her vaginal opening. Then the middle finger. Slowly, ever so slowly, she pushed them into her love canal. Oh, she was tight! No wonder men thought so highly of her body. The amount of stimulation she could provide had to be mind-blowing. She faintly remembered that women were actually supposed to get looser the more excited they got. Apparently that wasn't the case now. She had to put effort into working her fingers in and out of herself. One hand fucking herself hard, the other playing with her knob. No, not playing, fighting. Beating it up. Trying to catch it on fire. She again put the strength of a whole arm into it. 'Oh sweet dancing Jesus on a...' Now she did scream, at the top of her lungs, without catching a breath. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She didn't even notice. This orgasm wasn't hard and quick, like the one before. It rippled through her in waves, came in circles, in ups and downs, like a ride on a roller coaster. Her cervix puckered. All her nerves seemed to fire at once. Tiny residual spurts of pee squirted out of her with every contraction of her muscles. Her hips bucked, her butt was lifted off the ground, dropped back into the puddle, urine splashed everywhere, the soaked denim made squishing noises as her entire body convulsed. Her vagina clenched down so hard on her fingers, for just a moment she feared to have broken something. Not even for a split second did she think to stop. 'Ecstasy' didn't even come close to describe what she was feeling. She knew for certain that this amount of pleasure would kill her, would tear her apart. But she wanted more, more, it was never enough. But as much as she wanted to, she couldn't carry on like that right away. The last climax had completely knocked the wind out of her. She was gasping for air, her heart was racing, even her diaphragm ached. This was the most intense workout she had ever done, no amount of cardio had prepared her for it. She laid back, just for a minute, giving her cells a chance to replenish their oxygen supply. Her lungs pumped, her heart pounded. She pulled the fingers out of herself, lazily raised them to her mouth and tasted her own juices. A delicious mixture of salts and pheromones. Then she reached down into the wet mess, pulled, pushed and wiggled. With considerable difficulty, she managed to get the tight, sticky jeans all the way down to her knees. She wanted free access to larger parts of her body. The fire in her loins had barely died down, only her mind was a little clearer now. Round three, fight! This time she took three fingers. Index, middle, and ring. She didn't push them in gently, the roughly shoved them up the tube. She doubted any girl had ever been as well-lubricated as she was right now, but it was still a very tight fit. She whimpered in pain as the tissue stretched, but didn't show herself any mercy. She didn't deserve mercy. Her thumb did what it did best, going to town on her clit, occasionally, painfully, reaching out to the side, pinching her labia. Within seconds, her arousal shot through the roof again. She realized something. Maybe she was enjoying herself a little too much. For the first time in her life, she didn't masturbate to the mental image of another person. She diddled herself to the feeling of her own body. Her free hand ran up and down the length of her slender frame. Down her smooth thighs to her knees, up again, beautiful legs, all slim and shapely, her hips, the crest of her pelvis, pinching her buttocks, further up, narrow waist, toned stomach, higher, cupping her breasts under the cotton of her shirt, playing with her nipples. Everything was firm and taut, the only soft places she could find were the gentle mounds on her chest. Her body was the perfect sex toy, carefully conditioned and exercised to provide nothing but pleasure. A source of pure joy for herself. Oh, sure, others liked it, too. Men whistled and lusted after her, women wanted her, but that was all secondary use. There was no need to share with anyone. This perfect little love doll existed just to please herself. A self-suficient perpetual sex machine. There was no one else involved in this solo session, not even in her head. She turned herself on beyond belief. This was egocentric, egotistical, extremely self-indulgent. Not the mark of a great character. And the thought of this got her even hotter. 'Ashley Robin Calder! You are a terrible person. A really bad, bad girl. You little, kinky...' Just then, with her thumb still working her clitoris, the tip of her middle finger gently brushed against her G-spot. The world ended in a nuclear explosion. She woke up because she was getting cold. The liquid she was lying in had gone down to room temperature, the cool tiles in her back acted as an efficient heat sink, sucking the warmth out of her. But the cold wasn't the strongest sensation. It was the smell. It smelled quite nice, actually. Not the sour odor of stale piss. No, it was the sweet, musky aroma of bed sheets after a night of girl-on-girl fun. The lovely combination of vaginal fluids, fresh sweat, and fleeting passion. She could not have been out of it for too long. Her private parts were still hot, swollen and tender. Then again, maybe that wasn't too good of an indicator. She would probably be raw for days. Maybe she would wear a nice summer dress, and a comfortable, soft pair of cotton panties. She needed to do so many things. Mob away the puddle, scrub the entire bathroom to get rid of all the tiny droplets of pee she had flung around. Wash her jeans, clean herself up. No pair of trousers had ever needed the washing machine so badly, no body had ever been in such dire need of a shower. She needed to prepare herself a decent meal, she was starving. And sleep. She needed to go to bed now. Yes, sleep, most important point on the list. Everything else could be taken care of tomorrow. She had trouble standing up. Her feet were bound together by the jeans, her hands slipped on the wet floor. She kicked off everything in a series of uncoordinated moves, jeans, shoes, socks, somehow she worked herself out of it, until she was left in nothing but the shirt. Urine was forming tiny beads on her shins. She almost got up, slipped again, nearly hit her head on the sink, and finally made it onto her feet on the third try. Her feet splashed around in a pond of pee as she shambled to the door. She managed to turn off the light, close the bathroom behind her, and made it almost to the edge of the thick rug they had put down on the hardwood floor. Then there was no strength left in her legs. She stumbled, fell to her knees, and crawled the last meter to her bed. Pulling herself onto the mattress and getting under the blanket proved to be hard labor. She gave a passing thought to the fact that now she would have to wash the sheets, too. It was barely even 8 AM, still light out, but what did it matter? Her bed had never felt so soft, warm, and comfortable, and she had never been as tired as she was now. All her muscles ached, but they were also all completely relaxed. She was thoroughly exhausted and utterly satisfied. Her mind started to drift off. The last conscious thought that ran through Ashley's head was how lucky she was. All by herself, she had just lived through the most amazing sexual experience of her young life. And all it would take to repeat it, was a week of abstinence, a full bladder, and the rough seam of her favorite pair of jeans. Edited March 20, 2017 by randomkath (see edit history) LittlePunkGirl, Svetlanoff, Trickling Down and 18 others 20 1 Quote Link to comment
wedgeantilles 156 Posted March 21, 2017 Share Posted March 21, 2017 Just on word - WOW. That was awesome and incredibly sexy. One of the best stories on this board, and there are a lot of great stories here! Quote Link to comment
randomkath 349 Posted March 21, 2017 Author Share Posted March 21, 2017 Glad you liked it. Reading it again, I thought that maybe I'm trying too hard... Quote Link to comment
Big Boss 207 Posted August 2, 2018 Share Posted August 2, 2018 It's a great story tbh, Good for sexual pleasure indeed. Quote Link to comment
watchinghold 71 Posted August 3, 2018 Share Posted August 3, 2018 "Trying too hard..." What is this strange concept? Really though, this is an amazing story, easily one of your best. Weren't you talking about possibly writing some sequel stories to this? I'd love to read them if you do. Quote Link to comment
FullBladder85 374 Posted August 4, 2018 Share Posted August 4, 2018 (edited) 7 hours ago, sirrliv said: "Trying too hard..." What is this strange concept? It's called being such a big perfectionist that you hardly ever publish new content. But when you do publish new content, like this story, it's often much better then most other writers and stories. You haven't published that many stories over the years randomkath, but this one is still easily my favorite. It's one of those stories I keep going back to read off and on even over a year later because it's so good. As sirrliv mentioned, I'd love it if you ever wrote a sequel to it. Edited August 4, 2018 by FullBladder85 (see edit history) Quote Link to comment
randomkath 349 Posted August 4, 2018 Author Share Posted August 4, 2018 13 hours ago, FullBladder85 said: It's called being such a big perfectionist that you hardly ever publish new content. Bwahahaha, I wish! The reason I have not published anything in months is simple: I have not written anything. I was lazy and making excuses. Good excuses (got married, moved over the Atlantic twice, and I actually have something of a career going now), but excuses nonetheless. Glad you folks like it. There is another chapter forthcoming. Based on an idea sirrliv had about a year ago. But first I have to do three weeks of business travel, and then [enter more excuses here]. watchinghold, Bismiris, Aloe and 1 other 4 Quote Link to comment
randomkath 349 Posted October 24, 2018 Author Share Posted October 24, 2018 (edited) This is just a little intermission to set the stage for the next chapter. Nothing that happens here is actually explicit, but please note that Ashley still has a very dirty mind, so it's not exactly SFW. Intermission: The Road Run Ashley was having a really great day. The sun was out, but it wasn’t too hot. A nice breeze came in from the east, she had just tied the laces on her favorite running shoes, and her bladder was throbbing with more than a day’s worth of pi.ss. She was just about to take all that liquid on a 20 k road run. Lovely. Even better, while she was the only one from the track & field team to participate in this event, no one was ever expected to start in any competition without another athlete for assistance and moral support. Mostly to hold on to their stuff, cheer, and drive them to the site and back home again, if needed. And who had Coach Baye selected for this job? Jasmine, of all people. Granted, it was not like there had been much of a choice. Most girls had gone home, the number of people staying on campus over the summer break was fairly limited. But still, out of the three or four people he could have send, he had picked Jasmine. Or maybe she had volunteered, who knew? And that was amazing. Jasmine was the team’s star long jumper, and best sprinter to boot. She was also smoking hot. At least to Ashley, who had been lusting after the lanky brunette for weeks. They had been on the team together the whole semester, but it had not been until the last training session when Jasmine had caught Ashley’s eye. Working out in just a pair of leggings and a sports bra had done it. Her pretty face, slender body, ample bosom… oh my. Up to that point, Ashley had not even known her name. After that, she had made sure to find out, with the intention of maybe approaching her someday. There was more to her than just physical attractiveness, though. Ashley was sure Jasmine, at least sometimes, did the very same thing she was about to do herself. She had caught her absolutely desperate to pee, to the point where she had actively pushed Ashley out of the way to get to the toilet in time. Her relief had been so intense and with so much pressure behind it, it had been audible through the closed bathroom door. There was no way she had brewed up such a gusher in just two hours of working out. She must have started out already bursting at the seams. Ashley would have to find a way to address this whole thing with her, preferably without being a total creep about it. For now, they were sitting in the locker room, and had just finished preparing for the run. Ashley had changed and applied tape where tape needed to go, and lotion where lotion needed to go. She made a poor joke about putting the lotion on her skin or getting the hose again, and Jasmine chuckled. Ashley smoothed down her bib number and closed the zipper of her synthetic shirt. “Isn’t that a cycling jersey?” Jasmine seemed to be quite well-versed in activewear. Ashley nodded. “Yeah. Just about the best moisture-wicking top I’ve ever had. Just need to remember to tape your nipples, or you’re going to bleed. The chafing is incredible.” “Or you could wear a bra. Crazy thought, I know.” Ashley pointed at her barely-there breasts. “To support what exactly?” Jasmine gaze followed Ashley’s finger. She stared at her chest for a second, coughed, and turned away. Had she just blushed slightly, or was Ashley imagining things? That was an interesting prospect… Ashley tried a few flirty looks as they talked. Jasmine locked eyes with her a few times, but always quickly looked away. Ashley couldn’t tell if that was just how she carried herself normally, or if she felt uncomfortable with the situation. Well being taken slightly out of one’s comfort zone wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, now was it? Jasmine was drawing again. She barely went anywhere without a pencil and sketchbook. Ashley tried to peek at the pad, and Jasmine closed it quickly. She looked a little guilty. “What are you...” Ashley didn’t get to finish her question. “All runners to the starting area, ten minutes. All runners to the starting area please, ten minutes to go.” The starting area was at the north end of the running track that surrounded the football field. The course would take them around the track, out of the stadium, across town, along the river, and back here. She could see the finish line from where she was standing. There were quite a few spectators assembled on the infield, even through the ranks were mostly empty. This was in fact Ashley’s second road run within a few weeks. She had done a 15 k with a mildly full bladder recently, and that had cemented her pre-existing idea of doing another one while completely bursting. So here she was, downright penned in with a couple hundred other people, while an official who looked like he had never held a gun in his life was incompetently fiddling with the starting pistol. This Alabama gal would have been able to give him a few pointers in that regard... “BAM!” The entire lineup started to move at the same time. The result was chaos. The organizers had neglected to corral the participants correctly. People flew past Ashley left and right, and mixed into a giant mess of intertwined limbs. There was bumping and shoving, and a lot of toes were stepped on, as the more ambitious runners all tried to leave the starting area first. Amateurs. Ashley wasn’t faced by this at all, and managed to stay out of the brunt of it. She started at a very moderate pace. Most of the field passed her within the first few minutes, before she had even left the stadium. It didn’t bother her in the least. ‘Slow and steady wins the race’ wasn’t just a phrase, it was genuinely how it worked. When she rounded the corner of the athletes entrance (well, in this case, it was really an athletes exit, now was it?) and crossed the parking lot, she found herself in the rear group, surrounded by mostly older people. She attached herself to a balding man in a USMC t-shirt and matched his speed. He was slow, but also seemed to be rather experienced, and his calm, shallow breathing indicated he could probably keep his pace for days at a time. The course left the grounds of the stadium and followed the road into town, parallel to the highway on-ramp. Just a mile or so, and they were on main street. There wasn’t much to look at. A drug store, a super market, a selection of fast food restaurants, car rental, a few smaller shops. The biggest attraction here had always been the stadium that served four entire counties and was used to host everything from college football to cheese fairs. If you had seen one medium-sized New England town, you had seen them all. Some exceptions applied, but this was not one of them. The 19th century town hall might have been pretty, interesting even, but they went past it too fast to get a good look. She made sure to pick up a cup from the first water station the organizers had so thoughtfully set up at kilometer three. She wasn’t thirsty at all, and her sphincter was already stinging in the rhythm of her steps, so of course she drank it all. Then it was off of main street, into a residential area. What applies to towns as a whole, is doubly true for neighborhoods. Boring. Ashley kept herself busy, first by studying the supposed Marine’s tattooed arms, trying to figure out whether he had actually been in in the Corps (probably), then by doing math. She sometimes did that to pass the time, even though she was fully aware that math was as far away from fun for most people as… well, as a full bladder was. Recreational arithmetic, Ashley Edition, go: This was a 20 km road run. Standard distance. How much was that in miles? Well, a marathon was 42 km, or 26 miles, and this was slightly less than half that, so it had to be about 13 miles. But that was too easy. How long was it, exactly? Ashley realized that her full understanding of miles-to-kilometers was ‘a bit more than one and a half’, so that was of no help. She had to do it the long way. She new an inch was 2.54 cm. There were 12 inches in a feet, 3 feet in a yard (a yard was about a meter, but again ‘about’ and ‘circa’ was too easy, she wanted more significant figures), and 1760 yards in a mile. So there were…. .6 km in a mile? What? No, silly, the other way round, that’s the denominator, you idiot, do the last part over... Twelve miles… and…. 2300 feet. Give or take. Okay. New calculation. She had last visited the powder room at 8 AM on Friday. The start had been on 10 AM on Saturday. The current world record for 20 km was a bit less than an hour. No, wait, that was for men. Women, slightly more than an hour. One cup was about a quarter liter. So, provided she finished in her usual time, and didn’t leave out a single water station, how desperate would she be when she crossed the finish line, say on a scale from 1 to 10? She did a quick estimate, and it came out to 5722 and change. Sounded about right. Ashley’s body worked on auto pilot now. One foot in front of the other, one breath after the other, step and step, in and out, and one wave of stinging pressure after the next. She wasn’t exactly wearing herself out, but the repetitive motion and insistent throbbing in her lower body was lulling, almost narcotic. Something else mixed into it. Mild arousal, the type you feel when you can’t quite decide whether you’re too tired to rub one out before going to sleep. Or maybe it was more like the little bit of horniness when spooning last night’s pickup in the morning, while both of you are barely awake. Her mind slowly slipped into a meditative state. She didn’t snap out of it, so much as she slowly became aware of her surrounding and her own body again. She had barely noticed there had been spectators, chanting, cheering. And another water station, another cup, and that they went up a slight incline for a while. Then downhill, and they were already following the river. They had to be well past half of the track, probably two thirds of the way. The environment was beautiful, they were on the old cycle path through lush green, but Ashley had no head for that. The gurgling water to the left drove her bonkers. She could barely contain herself, got mad, leaned into it, sped up. She was surrounded by different people than before. The only guy she recognized was the potential leatherneck. So he had turned out to be a good pacemaker after all. They must have lost the rear group quite a while ago, while she had been in her hypnotic state. She sped up even more. She always went faster on the second half of a run, she was the queen of negative split. Her bladder was the only part of her body that gave her trouble. Her muscles worked smoothly, her feet felt light, her lungs pumped deeper, but still not too quickly. Nothing compared to the wheezing fools and pained faces around her. ‘Oh yeah, I’m all aerobic, unlike your sorry acidic asses. Marvel at my glycogen depots, bitches!’ Faster and slightly faster still. Faster breathing, more oxygen. She finally overtook the old Marine. He nodded at her with an expression of respect, as she went by. She started to sweat and had to open her top slightly, for better ventilation. Before she knew it they went up the embankment and away from the river, and onto the final stretch. There were people, and voices and waving. Her bladder was far past throbbing now, she was in serious pain. God, she had to pi.ss! She could feel a few drops weaseling their way out. She squeezed her quivering sphincter shut with iron discipline. She was okay with moisture down there. In fact, she was quite wet, because the situation turned her on beyond belief. But her urethra was simply off-limits for pee. Liquid had to stay put in the bladder, were it belonged. Not having full control over her body was shameful, she was not having it! She swore under her breath, unclenched her fists, and kept running. She didn’t notice they had already entered the stadium before she head Jasmine’s voice, shouting, cheering The spotted spotted the laughing face in the crowd. All she could see in front of her now was a single guy in a red T-shirt. With all the power of her strong legs, she shot forwards, gave it all she had and… “BEEEEP!” The man in front of her slowed down to a slow jog, then a walk. They were well past the finish line. It took Ashley a moment to realize she had come in second, which probably meant she was the fastest woman. She walked a few meters, than found Jasmine again, stumbled towards her, and put an arm around her shoulders to steady herself. Her legs were wobbly, her entire body weak. She was at the very end of her tether. Jasmine was downright ecstatic: “Wow, that was great! The best finish I’ve ever seen, and...” “NUMBER 219. TIME: ONE HOUR AND...” The exact number of minutes didn’t even register in Ashley’s mind until quite a bit later. She had much more pressing matters to attend to. “Jasmine, I...” “Amazing time, just...” “JASMINE!” “What?” “Locker room. Now.” “Why the haste?” “Toilet! Move!” Ashley halfway walked, halfway was dragged by Jasmine. They stumbled down the five stairs to the lockers, threw open the door and… Ashley wound herself out of Jasmine’s grip, fell more than ran towards the bathroom, slammed the door shut behind her and… didn’t get off her running tights in time. One forceful spurt. Another one, even harder. If the lid had been down, it would have ended in a puddle right there. She ripped off her pants and dropped onto the seat. She was pi.ssing at full force before her butt even touched the plastic. The noise of her urine hitting the water was ear-shattering in the quiet of the bathroom. She moaned in relief, relaxed completely, and the feeling was almost orgasmic. It could have been orgasmic for good. Her clit was a throbbing sensitive spot that wanted to be touched. She resisted the urge and instead leaned back to enjoy her first pee in almost 30 hours. She peed for what must have been several minutes before she was finally empty. Then she remained seated on the toilet for a while, panting. She was completely spent. Only when she heard Jasmine, clearing her throat, on the other side of the door, did she finally get up. Just the same situation as last month, only the other way round. Well, how was that for a bit of role reversal? Ashley determined the sweat-wicking fabric of her tights would keep anyone from knowing she had lost a few spurts, pulled up her pants, and opened the door. Jasmine looked at her inquisitively while Ashley washed her hands. “How on earth did you have to pee that much after an hour? Just how much did you drink.” “It wasn’t just an hour. I went into the run after not peeing for a full day.” “Why would you do that?” “Why do YOU do that?” “What?” “Listen Jasmine, don’t try to deny it, I heard you go after practice last month. You do the same thing.” Jasmine was deeply red within a second. “Um… yeah. Okay. Yes. It helps me… focus.” Ashley put on an indulgent smile. That smile you display when you want to indicate that you don’t believe a word of what you’ve just heard, but want to go along with it. “Sure, a full bladder helps to focus. That’s why I do it as well.” Jasmine turned around and left, muttering something about ‘checking on the judges and award ceremony.’ It was an obvious excuse, but Ashley didn’t push it. She lay down on the bench between the rows of lockers. No, she downright collapsed onto it, in complete exhaustion. While her tired muscles – legs and sphincter – twitched, she pondered what the day’s events would mean for her. First of all, she finished a 20 k in what she now realized was a personal best, with a full day’s worth of pi.ss in her. That was amazing. Could she do the full thirty hours of holding and then enter a race? And this had been roughly a half-marathon distance, so what about a marathon? The possibilities made her shudder. But that was only the second most important development to come out of today. What about Jasmine, was she interested or not? Did the talk about holding embarrass her too much? Was she even into women in the first place? Questions, so many questions. And so many sore muscles. Ashley must have dozed off, because she was suddenly startled when the door squeaked open. Jasmine poked in her head. “Hey, where are you? They’ve just announced the winners. You are needed out here, they are going to give you a medal!” “A medal. Nice.” Yep, a really great day. Edited October 24, 2018 by randomkath (see edit history) Bismiris, Aloe, Trickling Down and 3 others 6 Quote Link to comment
Melificentfan 1,215 Posted October 24, 2018 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted October 24, 2018 I loved that it was excellent Quote Link to comment
randomkath 349 Posted October 24, 2018 Author Share Posted October 24, 2018 I'm a bit miffed, though. I had two files of this. One raw draft, one checked for grammar and spelling errors. Guess which version I posted? Grr. Quote Link to comment
wedgeantilles 156 Posted October 24, 2018 Share Posted October 24, 2018 A great new story. I always love your stories and this story was a great one again! Quote Link to comment
FullBladder85 374 Posted October 25, 2018 Share Posted October 25, 2018 Nice job, hoping to see more of Jasmine in the next part. All I would have added is mentions of other racers peeing next to the race course and how that effected Ashley's really full bladder. From what I've read of such races it happens all the time. Quote Link to comment
Aloe 580 Posted October 26, 2018 Share Posted October 26, 2018 On 10/24/2018 at 5:21 AM, randomkath said: I'm a bit miffed, though. I had two files of this. One raw draft, one checked for grammar and spelling errors. Guess which version I posted? Grr. ? I get this on a very real level. Quote Link to comment
randomkath 349 Posted October 27, 2018 Author Popular Post Share Posted October 27, 2018 On 10/25/2018 at 3:04 AM, FullBladder85 said: All I would have added is mentions of other racers peeing next to the race course and how that effected Ashley's really full bladder. From what I've read of such races it happens all the time. I don't know why this didn't even occur to me. ? On 10/25/2018 at 3:04 AM, FullBladder85 said: Nice job, hoping to see more of Jasmine in the next part. Ask and ye shall receive: Teammates "I'm coming over!” “Don't bother, I'm fine, really.” “You sure, Cindy? You sound a little groggy.” “It’s just the painkillers. They have me on some pretty good shit. I need you to pack your stuff.” “What for?” “You are going to the track meet in my place. Already cleared by Coach Baye. Hurry up, bus leaves in half an hour.” Ashley snorted.“And what exactly would I do at a track & field camp, while everyone is training? You know I'm a long distance runner, and little else, right? I can work out pretty much anywhere I like, and there isn't exactly much teamwork involved in my sport, either. That's why I didn't want to go in the first place.” “Do you have classes this week already?” “Uh… no. Not until the twelfth.” “Then you can either get bored on campus on your own, or get to enjoy a lakeside resort with breakfast buffet. They are pairing us off, two girls to a room. Everything is already paid for, and without me it’s an uneven number.” She was right, of course. Just for the wrong reasons. It wasn’t because Ashley would get bored on her own. She had access to a library, and an internet connection, so she would always find plenty to do by herself. That was something a hyperactive little extrovert like Cynthia would never understand. No, it was because the was all out of suitable opportunities for booty calls. At least she would have something to look at at a track meet full of sporty girls. She still wasn’t sure if she could just leave her friend like that. “Are you certain you don’t want me to come visit you? Need a change of clothes, or...” “For crying out loud, I just fell off a frigging bicycle! It’s not the first bone I’ve broken. They are going to put a titanium plate in my arm, and send me home. Get your ass to the bus already! I need to hang up, they are not too happy about me using my phone all the time.” Ashley arrived a little late. The bus was already standing in front of the social science building, and a swarm of girls –what was the correct term for a group of unruly college athletes, a ‘run’?– was milling around in the morning sun, laughing, shouting, stuffing their luggage into compartments. A damn kindergarten. Two trainers were standing around, looking annoyed; the head coach was nowhere to be seen. Ashley made sure the two had seen her, nodded in their general direction, and boarded the bus. Most of the seats in the front were already filled with team members, or reserved with various bags and other personal items. Ashley squeezed her way past the a jerks blocking the middle of the aisle, did her best Dustin Hoffman impression – “I’m walking here! I’m walking here!” – earned a few laughs that way, hit her knee on some girl’s suitcase that was way too large for a three-day trip, cursed, and dropped onto the first free seat she came across. Jasmine quickly pulled her legs out of the way. “Oh, sorry.” Ashley smiled at Jasmine. It just so happened that they had ended up next to each other. Totally coincidental, unless you wanted to suspect Ashley of scouting ahead, peeking in through the window, and deliberately picking that seat. Jasmine looked up, starred at her in shock for a second, then closed the sketchbook she had been drawing in. She did it so hastily, her pencil went flying, bounced off Ashley’s chest, and rolled under the two seats on the opposite side of the aisle. Ashley went after it, and wile rummaging thought what had to be months of dirt and gum wrappers, she made sure to bend only at the waist, presenting her jeans-clad ass to Jasmine. When she finally managed to retrieve the pen from the filthy floor and remove the dust bunnies from her arms, she noticed that Jasmine was staring at her, looking embarrassed, and maybe a tiny bit turned on. Nice. “Here. Man, you slammed that shut like you’re trying to protect state secrets. Whats up with that?” Jasmine turned an even darker shade of red. “That’s, um… private.” That was strange, but Ashley decided not to pry. She changed the topic. “So, I’m a last-minute attendee, it appears. Got any idea who you’ll be bunking with?” “Cynthia. You’re friends with her, right? Where is she, anyway?” Ashley closed her eyes for a second. ‘Dear God: I’m very sorry for doubting your existence. You’re my favorite fictional character. Thank you for this. Thank you very much!’ “I’m afraid Cynthia won’t come. She fell off her bike and broke an arm.” “Oh. Is she alright?” “Yes. Besides being stoned out of her mind from the drugs they gave her.” “Lucky her.” “Yeah, I guess. So, that makes us roommates, right? Do you snore?” “Um… er.. no, no I don’t snore.” Ashley lightly touched Jasmine’s arm. Goosebumps started to spread. Jasmine was blushing, again. Ashley really liked that shade on her. This whole thing had potential.“I am very glad to share a room with you, Jasmine.” That was as far as she was going to go in public, surrounded by a bunch of nosy, gossipy college girls. She leaned back in her seat and pretended to be occupied with her phone, to give Jasmine some time to get over her embarrassment. The bus pulled into the parking lot in front of the hotel. The fact that it was a lakeside sport hotel with a big gym and athletics field couldn’t hide the fact that this was not a real training camp. The yearly fall trip was mainly for motivation. It was an open secret that those three days were more for socializing, and skimming off a bit of funding from the Track & Field Association, than anything else. Ashley and Jasmine, not wanting to squeeze themselves through a solid mass of people, waited a few minutes, until the bulk of the girls was out of the bus and on the way to their rooms before they went to retrieve their bags. They didn’t get far before they were stopped by a scrawny man with a neatly styled mustache. “Hi. I think we’ve missed each other. You weren’t there when I introduced myself earlier. I’m Humphrey, the new guy in Coach Baye’s team. And also the one coach who gets to do all the paperwork, unfortunately.” “Because the others can't spell? Nice to meet you.” Humphrey snickered at Ashley's flat joke, then produced a clipboard. “Ladies, we've got an issue. This is a sponsored event, and the college won't see a single cent for your, unless you're on the roster with your proper legal names. Who of you is Ashley?” “That would be me.” “You were the straggler. No, more like 'write in'. We cannot find you on the student register. This says 'Ashley R. Carver'. There is no one named 'Carver' in the entire school.” Ashley looked down at the list. Cynthia's name had been crossed out, her own added at the bottom, in what was unmistakably Baye's scrawly handwriting. That man wrote like a ten-year-old. “Yeah... that's supposed to be 'Calder'. That’s just horrible cursive.” “'Calder' was what we figured as well. There aren't to many Ashleys in second year. Do you have any ID, to make this official?” “Just a sec.” Ashley dug through her hastily packed gym back, taking a few seconds to locate her wallet and hand over her driving license. The man nodded. “Okay.” He turned to Jasmine. “Miss Collins, 'Jasmine' is not really your first name, is it?” “Officially it's my middle name.” She held up her student ID card. The coach nodded, and scribbled something into the list. “Okay, that'll do.” He glanced at his watch. “Oh, sorry. Looks like I’ve kept you girls occupied for too long. We’ll start with a jog around the lake, please put on your running shoes and be in the lobby in five.” He pocketed the pen, tucked the clipboard back under his arm, nodded, and walked away. Ashley had been peeking at the list.“Who names their daughter 'Reagan Jasmine', anyway? Staunch Republicans?” Jasmine shook her head. “Nah. It's Irish, actually. There's a Regan in King Lear. One of the daughters.” “Sorry, that wasn't meant to be a quip. I like it. Gender-neutral, isn't it? Those names always sound best on strong girls.” “What, like 'Ashley'?” Ashley laughed. “Yes, for example.” Jasmine shrugged. “I'm not really a fan of 'Reagan', or I wouldn't go by my middle name.” She looked around. “I guess everybody else has already settled in. Let's go find out which room they left us.” Ashley realized this silly episode about their name had been a bit of a bonding experience. Good. One step towards getting into the brunette's pants. They didn’t have time to get settled in properly, but just from a quick glance, the room seemed rather nice. Small, but tastefully decorated, with clean bathroom to the right, and lots of closet space and storage cupboards all around. And most importantly, a single king-size bed, which suited Ashley’s needs just fine. Jasmine was already in running tights and only had to change her shoes. Ashley made a deliberate show of first pulling off her jeans, and then starting to dig into her bag while wiggling her butt around in just her panties (it was rare enough for her to wear panties in the first place). It took her a good minute to get into proper workout gear, and she caught Jasmine peeking at her while looking slightly embarrassed more than once. Now, there was nothing to stripping down to your underwear in front of teammates, they did in in the locker rooms all the time. Jasmine’s unusual reaction told her, again, that she might have a chance with her. Despite being the last girls to get to their room, they were among the first to arrive fully suited up in the lobby. They waited besides the rather annoyed-looking trainers, for the rest of the team to arrive. When they were finally complete, Humphrey ranted on punctuality, tardiness, and proper discipline in sports for a few minutes. Then they assembled in a more-or-less orderly fashion to jog over to the training area. It became apparent that Ashley was the only one there without a dedicated personal training plan. All this effort did seem ridiculous for not even two full days, but again, the funding depended on exact documentation. Since it would probably not be too good for motivation of the team as a whole to see her goofing off, Ashley decided it would just be cardio for her. Not before she had a little fun, though. The training area was very well equipped for a hotel, and Ashley had a go at pretty much everything. It didn’t go too well. She missed the perfect take-off point at the high jump, and took down the bar with her ass, somehow nearly skewering herself. Her sprint results were a disaster. And long jump… oh boy. She faceplanted in the jump pit and had to spit out a mouth full of dirty sand, conclusively proving the was really just a runner, and little else. After the laughter around her had died down, she was politely asked to stop messing around and distract serious athletes from their work. She ran laps for the rest of the day. She didn’t mind. It was the same Italian restaurant they always dined at on the first day (or so Ashley was told, as this was her first time on this trip). Not really posh, but quite a bit more fancy than any place that is usually frequented by broke college students. A bit of a treat for the very successfully team. Usually the only treat they got all year, besides the trip itself, of course. Track & Field was not exactly the most prestigious sport to begin with, so the budget wasn’t terribly large. The girls had assembled around the largest table this establishment had to offer. Giant plates of steaming pasta were passed around, the antipasti were phenomenal, and everything smelled of spices. The girls at south end of the table, where Ashley and Jasmine were sitting, were trying not to draw too much attention to that fact that they had managed to procure a few bottles of wine. Ashley was pretty sure that out of the university staff only Humphrey had noticed, and he didn’t say anything. Ashley wasn’t quite sure why the waiter kept bringing her more. Either he didn’t notice she was three years younger than the girls surrounding her, or maybe a true Italian just couldn’t be forced at gunpoint NOT to serve wine with dinner. Truth be told, she didn’t actually like the wine that much. Not that it mattered. Jasmine liked it, and was well into her third glass already. Ashley noticed she had put on light makeup. Just some mascara and colored moisturizer, but in contrast with the mostly barefaced athletes around her, it stood out quite a bit. ‘And she did that to impress who exactly? Me?’ The wine seemed to pass right through Ashley. It added to her 20 hour bladder, drop by drop, milliliter by milliliter. And that brought her mind back to a topic she had been trying to address with Jasmine since morning. She peeked around, but no one was paying any attention to them. The background noise was pretty intense. The women at the foot end of the table were discussing their student loans – a rather depressing topic. The girl who had sat next to Jasmine, had slipped away to go where neither Ashley nor Jasmine had been in a very long time. She looked around again, but there was still nobody even glancing in their direction. She slid into the empty chair. “Hey beautiful.” Jasmine blushed. Well, it wasn’t that obvious, she was already red in the face from the alcohol, so maybe Ashley was imagining things. She lowered her voice. “About out conversation at the road run last semester...” “Um...” Now Jasmine was definitely turning a darker shade of red. And she looked around in the same way Ashley had done just a few seconds ago, coming to the same conclusion. They had as much privacy as anyone was ever going to have in a crowded restaurant. “What… what about it?” Sheepishly. Ashley smiled. “You haven’t gone to the bathroom all day, have you?” “No, I haven’t. It helps me focus.” “Focus, yes. This is not the only thing that is going on here. A deeper red was hard to imagine. “Wha… what do you mean?” Now or never. Under the table, Ashley placed one hand on Jasmine’s rock-hard bladder. Jasmine flinched, drew in a sharp breath, but didn’t push her away. “You hold because it feels good. Sexually, I mean. I know that, I do it too.” Jasmine exhaled slowly. She seemed downright relieved to be rid of the secret. Even better, she was talking to someone who understood! Even the color of her face was approaching the normal ‘slightly tipsy’ tone again. “Yes. It makes… um… the sex better. All kinds of sex, masturbation, too. A lot more intense.” Her voice was coy, but no longer flustered. Enough nonverbal cues and subtle flirting. Ashley was about to state explicitly what she wanted. “I’ve been hoping we could do something about our mutual attraction. Maybe explore this little fetish of ours together? I will...” “Excuse me, you’re sitting on my chair.” “Oh, yes, sorry.” Ashley got up to make room for the seat’s original occupant and sat down opposite Jasmine again. She looked into the brunettes face, quizzingly. Jasmine met her gaze, was able to stand it for about half a second, then looked away. ‘Goddammit! Did I come on too strong? Was that too much? No, I had to, we would have been dancing around each other for days if I hadn’t.’ Ashley was willing to accept a ‘No’, but the unresolved sexual tension was killing her! [...] Aloe, FullBladder85, Bismiris and 4 others 7 Quote Link to comment
Melificentfan 1,215 Posted October 27, 2018 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted October 27, 2018 Damn that was excellent I am so loving this Quote Link to comment
Aloe 580 Posted October 27, 2018 Share Posted October 27, 2018 The unresolved sexual tension is killing me too ? sequel!! Quote Link to comment
wedgeantilles 156 Posted October 28, 2018 Share Posted October 28, 2018 11 hours ago, Alex Oxford said: The unresolved sexual tension is killing me too ? sequel!! +1 :D Quote Link to comment
randomkath 349 Posted October 28, 2018 Author Share Posted October 28, 2018 Well, you could get the idea that I deliberately put in that line, just to have a particularly evil place to cut for a cliffhanger. I'd like to use this opportunity to thank our very own @sirrliv, who originally devised this chapter. Thank you for the inspiration, my friend. Please stay tuned to this frequency, there is more to come. watchinghold and Aloe 2 Quote Link to comment
randomkath 349 Posted October 28, 2018 Author Share Posted October 28, 2018 (edited) After the coaches left, the girls stayed at the restaurant for what must have been another hour. The bill would be picked up by the college, so while no one downright abused that privilege, quite a few more rounds of drinks – mostly soda, some beer, some wine – were ordered. Jasmine had two more glasses of wine, and was still avoiding eye contact. It was well past midnight when the first girls started to leave, pointing out they had a busy schedule tomorrow. Training would start at 7:30, this wasn’t a vacation after all. Ashley got up a few minutes after the last group had left, placed a few bucks under her empty glass for a tip, waved the table goodbye, and headed out into the cool autumn night. To her surprise, Jasmine followed on her heels. They didn’t speak as they crossed the main street of the quiet little town and made their way up the hill to the hotel. A walk of fifteen minutes, and not a single word. Through the lobby, nodding at the evening clerk, into the elevator, third floor, down the hallway, still silence. When they were finally in their room, Jasmine took off her shoes and started walking towards the bathroom. Then she suddenly stopped. She turned around and looked at Ashley. She hesitated. You could almost hear the gears grinding in her head. Then she arrived at a decision. Without further ado, she pulled the shirt over her head and unhooked her bra to let her breasts fall free. She slid down pants and underwear in one fluent motion, dropped all the clothing onto the bed, and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving the door slightly ajar. Ashley was stunned. Two seconds of Jasmine stark naked in front of her had shaken her to the core. This woman was so gorgeous, she wanted to cry, and... ‘Damn it, you idiot! Don’t be standing around with your mouth open. That’s an invitation. Take it!’ Ashley undressed with trembling fingers, left her clothes next to Jasmine’s, and followed her into the bathroom. Jasmine was sitting on the toilet, waiting for things to come. Ashley wasted no time and sat down on top of her. She felt their swollen bladders press into each other. Jasmine's giant balloon drove her crazy. She stopped for a second, studying the brunette's expression for any signs that she didn’t have her full consent for what was about to happen. She didn’t find anything. Jasmine was breathing heavily, pupils dilated, mouth slightly open, white teeth glittering in the neon light. She subconsciously licked her lips, waiting, eager. That was enough. Ashley went for it. The two girls melted into a deep kiss. Tender at first, then progressively more demanding, more aggressive, more tongue, more everything. Unable to focus with Ashley’s tongue in her mouth, Jasmine lost control of her sphincter for a second. A short, hard spurt hit the water. Her body tensed, and she immediately pulled away from the kiss. “Oops. So sorry, I’m really full, I mean...” Ashley put a finger over her lips. “Shh, it’s okay. Here.” She let go completely. A massive hissing gusher, passing right between Jasmine’s thighs and into the bowl, hitting the water, loud and powerful. The pee of a strong woman, who had denied herself relief for longer then most people would find comfortable, or even physically possible. Jasmine watched her, in total shock, for about ten seconds, then she could finally relax enough to start the flow herself. If anything, it was even stronger, even more violent than Ashley’s. The two streams joined into the most powerful piss ever taken on a hotel toilet. The two girls peed and moaned and touched each other all over, their reserves of urine seemed to be endless. Neither of them knew how long it took exactly, but after a long time, their streams finally trickled off. Jasmine giggled. “That was weird.” Ashley smiled. “A good kind of weird.” Both of them moved in for a second kiss at the same time. This one was lustful and intense from the very beginning. After a few seconds, Ashley slowly retracted, again staring into Jasmine’s beautiful face. She got very serious. “You are drunk.” “So are you.” “Yes. But I’m sure I want this. Are you?” “I’ve never been so sure about anything in my life.” “Ever been with a girl?” “No, never.” “Then how can you be so sure?” “You are so hot, and I’m so curious.” Ashley wasn’t normally easily flustered, but being called ‘hot’ by the girl she had lusted after for months, made her ears burn. So much for due diligence. If this wasn’t consensual, nothing was. Without another word, she got up, pulled Jasmine of the seat by the hand, and proceeded to lead her to the bed, only for both of them to be startled when the toilet’s automatic flush went off. They shrieked, then laughed. Ashley got over her surprise a little quicker, and seized the opportunity to jam Jasmine against the wall and hungrily make out with her, before grabbing her by the hips and pushing her onto the bed. She followed after her, kneeling next to her on the mattress, looking down at the amazing sight. Jasmine just stared up at her with wide eyes. Ashley tried to force herself not to be too hasty. She moved up and down the tall girls body, placing fleeting pecks here and there, exploring every square inch of skin. Runner’s feet, not soft, but well cared for. Wonderful long legs, smooth, muscular. Thighs to die for. Amazingly tight butt. Strong arms, but surprisingly narrow shoulders. She resisted the urge to try and be funny. ‘Girl, do you even lift?’ might have produced a chuckle – and killed all the magic. Jasmine was a lean machine, all sinew and muscles in places where Ashley didn’t even have places. Ashley had only ever encountered this in men. All the girls she had slept with had either been skinny like herself, or nice and curvy like her roommate. Not that there was any danger anyone would ever confuse Jasmine with a man. Her face had soft, feminine features, and full, kissable lips. And then there was the Elephant in the room. Someone with that low a body fat percentage should not have such a big, round pair of natural breasts. They almost looked fake on her lanky frame, but when Ashley squeezed them with both hands, she could feel they were anything but. Firm, yes, but no silicone. The nipples where small, and dark, and hard as glass. When Ashley licked them, Jasmine shuddered, and when she gently scraped them with her fingernail, she moaned. That did it. Enough prelude, time for the main act. Ashley grabbed a pillow and shoved it under Jasmine’s lower back. Now the angle was perfect. Then she moved downwards, leaving a train of kisses on her path through the deep valley on Jasmine's chest, down her toned stomach, until she arrived between her legs. What she was looking at was neat and taut, and almost symmetrical, but not quite. There was a tiny birthmark in the upper right, and her left outer labia sacked just so very slightly more than the other side. A light shadow of hair indicated that Jasmine had last shaved down there a few days ago. Small imperfections, very endearing. Ashley paid attention to details like these, because she loved pussy. She liked them all, and this one was especially pretty. She separated the folds with two fingers, and goosebumps spread on Jasmine’s skin. She was so slick and wet and ready… Ashley pondered whether to push a finger or two into her, but decided against it. Going probing around for a girl’s G-spot was third date material at best. Definitely not something she did before her partner felt absolutely comfortable with her. Today she would focus elsewhere. She marveled at the swollen clitoris, poking out its head at the very top of this beautiful vulva. Foreplay was officially over. She started gently, with just the tip of the right middle finger, barely brushing against Jasmine’s most sensitive spot. The tall girl was already panting and winding. Ashley picked up the pace, using more intense forms of stimulation. Circular movements with two fingers, rolling it under her thumb, flicking it hard enough for just a little bit of pain to mix into Jasmine’s pleasure. Ashley had a small rough spot on the inside of her right index finger. Just the tiniest induration on her otherwise soft hands, in the exact place where a pen rested when taking notes. Very much a college student’s callus. That hard spot felt amazing on her clit when masturbating. And now she roughly dragged it across Jasmine's throbbing knob. She had her very close to losing it within a minute, and carefully balanced her here, slowing down, drawing back, speeding up again. More pressure, less pressure, stop a second to move up her body, look her in the eye, to kiss her on the lips, start rubbing her again, driving her absolutely fucking mad. Using just the index finger and thumb of her right hand, she wound Jasmine up right to the edge of a climax that would completely obliterate her. And then she stopped again. Not for long, though. The best was yet to come. Ashley's head wandered down. She felt the most adorable little amount of stubble against her chin. A wonderful aroma tickled her nostrils. It can be kind of mind-blowing what a tongue can do, and mind-blowing it was. At least for Jasmine who, within seconds, found herself completely incapable of rational thought. One sloppy diagonal lick was enough to draw something like “Hwgrmlhghn” from her mouth. Ashley felt Jasmine's hands dig into her hair, as if she wanted to drag her closer, push her in there and make her finally finish the job. She obliged. With her lips slightly puckered, she kissed in just the right spot, applied the slightest amount of suction – and Jasmine's engorged clit slipped into her mouth and hit her teeth. The kept pulling a bit of a vacuum, and flicked her tongue across it. “Fuck. Fuuuck. FUCK!” Jasmine exploded into an uncoordinated bundle of passion and twitching muscles. Her hips bucked, mashing her wet sex against Ashley’s nose. She smell was elysian. Ashley was relentless. She wasn’t done with her toy yet, and she had no intention of letting her down from the highs of her first orgasm. A hard clit rolled under her tongue. Jasmine was screaming, panting, swearing, flailing, thrashing. Her back arched in ecstasy. She slipped away for just a second, gliding across the silky sheets towards the headboard, and that proofed painful for Ashley. A bony knee smashed into the side of her head, making her see stars for a moment. She took it in good stride. You couldn’t rob a girl of all control over her motor functions, and then complain when limbs ended somewhere they shouldn’t. She went after Jasmine, caught up with her, roughly shoved her face back into its proper place. She brought her A-game, didn’t let up, barely took time to breathe. Jasmines swearing got coarser still, then devolved into guttural grunts. She gushingly came into Ashley’s face, again and again, and was just about to pass out from sheer joy, when Ashley finally had enough. She retreated from between Jasmine’s thighs, crawled up her slender body, placed a soft kiss –and a wet mark– on her cheek, and finally lay down next to the sweaty hot mess, totally content with her own work. Jasmine opened her mouth, tried to say something, aspirated her own saliva, coughed, swallowed, and continued wheezing. It took a good two minutes for her breathing to slow. Ashley figured that was the most winded the trained athlete had been in a while. She counted that as a win. When Jasmine had finally calmed down enough, she had another go at talking. “Wow.” A single syllable, totally flat and without any expression other than total exhaustion. “Yeah.” The two girls lay next to each other for a few more minutes, neither of them moving a muscle. Then Jasmine cleared her throat. “Ahem. So...you do this often? How much of the team have you actually slept with?” That was no accusation, she sounded genuinely interested. “Hmm.” Ashley absent-mindedly trailed the lines of the other girl’s defined abs with her fingertips. She slowly came to the conclusion that she preferred her women a little softer to the touch. Which was not to say that this trained body wasn’t a nice change of pace. “So?” “Well yeah… I really get around. You could say I’m a bit of a slut. Haven’t screwed anybody else on the team, though.” “Oh. I feel honored you picked me to try out first.” Again, genuine. No accusation, no sarcasm. “That was an easy choice. You have the most amazing assets. And breastets.” Jasmine looked down, where no doubt her boobs were blocking the clear view of her feet. “I know, right? Ever since I hit puberty, they just have been… there. I quite like them.” “I’m more than just a bit jealous.” “Hey, you are pretty damn gorgeous yourself, and that without all the back problems I am going to have before I even hit forty. You wanna play with them some more?” “Oh hell yes! In fact, there is one thing I wanted to do to you for a year. Ever since I saw you running in just a bra.” “And what would that be?” As an answer, Ashley pushed herself onto her elbows, and rolled on top of Jasmine. She put her lips on the giant mountain in front of her and… The noise of the motorboat mixed with Jasmine's laughter as Ashley went to town. [...] Edited October 28, 2018 by randomkath (see edit history) Trickling Down, FullBladder85, watchinghold and 2 others 5 Quote Link to comment
Melificentfan 1,215 Posted October 29, 2018 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted October 29, 2018 lol what a excellent chapter that was Quote Link to comment
randomkath 349 Posted October 29, 2018 Author Share Posted October 29, 2018 It wasn’t the insistent beeping of the alarm on her watch that woke Ashley. It was the pins and needles. She didn’t remember falling asleep with her arm around her newest conquest, but she must have, because now it was all prickly and kind of numb. She pulled the useless limb out from under Jasmine's shoulder, got up, and started to shake and flex it until circulation returned. “Hmmm, come back to bed.” Jasmine sounded groggy. More than that, spent. Exactly like Ashley felt herself. Their long tête-à-tête had been physically demanding, and only left them with about 3 hours of sleep. “I would like to, but we are late already. Get up, sleepyhead.” Jasmine groaned. “If you’re like that every morning, I’m never hooking up with you again.” “Don’t pretend it’s not totally worth it. Get your ass in gear.” “Ugh, fine.” By the time Jasmine finally did get up, Ashley had already put on a top, a fresh pair of running tights, stuffed her hair through the opening of a snapback, and was just tying her laces. Jasmine started rummaging around; aimlessly, it appeared. Ashley was a tiny bit annoyed. “Come on girl. You ass is spectacular, but put on some pants! We need to get going.” “I can’t find my black leggings. Damn it, I only brought like two pairs of pants, how the hell do they disappear from a locked room?” Ashley got an idea. Suddenly she was wide awake, and eager to play some more. She picked up her own worn clothing from where she had left it the night before. “Here, catch.” Jasmine was a lot more of an all-around athlete than Ashley. Her reflexes were excellent, she caught both items from the air with one hand. “Uh… no offense, but these are dirty.” “Don’t be such a girl. I’m not a heavy sweater, and after everything I’ve done to you last night...” “Okay, okay. But these are cut for a Barbie doll. They are not going to fit.” “They are. They are just going to be very tight.” Jasmine was starting to get it. “Oh. That’s the idea, isn’t it?” “Yes.” Jasmine pulled on the yoga pants first. It wasn’t impossible, just difficult. Up to her knees was fine, but her muscular thighs, albeit slender, were still a lot bigger than Ashley's. After a lot of tugging and adjusting, she arrived at her crotch, and then the real fight began. With swearing and muttered complaints about ‘size quadruple zero’ and Ashley’s ‘ridiculously skinny ass’, she finally managed to stuff her entire butt into the dangerously taut garment. The top was even worse. Ashley was rather flat-chested, so her sports bra was no match for Jasmine’s ample bust. Once she had worked her way into the damn thing, the effect was akin to wearing a corset. Her breasts were squeezed, lifted, pushed up towards her collar bone, almost spilling out. Ashley was drooling. “Best cleavage ever!” Jasmine wasn’t convinced. “I think you will have to throw this thing away. I probably have overstretched it just by putting it on.” “I don’t care, what is that, double D?” “Barely even D.” “Wow, just look at yourself!” Ashley dragged her in front of the bathroom mirror. The view was indeed breathtaking. Not only were her boobs about to explode all over the place, the lower waist and shorter inseam of the too-small pants had also let her to pull them up further than you normally would. Her hipbones were still on display, yet the seam was disappearing between her lips, and back and up between her cheeks. “Little Miss Cameltoe should have worn panties.” “You didn’t give me time to… oof.” Ashley interrupted Jasmine by shoving her against the sink and bending her over, so she could run her hands over the seam, following it into her ass. “And a nice wedgie, too.” Jasmine moaned. Ashley trailed the line with her fingers, passing between the tall girl’s legs, to the front. Just as she suspected! If it wasn’t for the moisture-wicking fabric, Jasmine would have to deal with a major wet spot right now. Nice and horny, as she liked it. She pulled away her hands and took a step back. Jasmine slowly straightened up. She looked disappointed. “What, no more feeling me up?” “Later. We really really need to get moving.” “I can’t go out there like that. I look like a tramp.” “Don’t be a prude. I thought you were from California.” “Very funny, I...” “You are going to come out with me and flaunt your ass around. If anybody asks, just tell them you forgot a change of clothing and borrowed from me.” “You expect me to go out there wearing this, so you can ogle me all day?” “Now you understand. Just imagine what it will do to me, and what I will do to you in turn, when we come back in tonight.” Jasmine closed her eyes and breathed in sharply, then slowly exhaled. “Okay, deal. But if you’re not giving me the best O any woman ever had, I’m going to dunk you into the lake.” “Haha, oh no! I’ll do my very best.” The two girls only made it to the atrium. They could see the rest of the team was done with breakfast and had already assembled on the parking lot in front of the main entrance, but as they were about to join them, Humphrey marched up in front of them. He looked angry.“Good morning, ladies. Finally decided to grace us with your presence, I see.” “Yes, sorry, we overslept a bit and...” He interrupted: “I really hope that Italian red was worth it. You are in trouble.” Jasmine was taken aback. “Excuse me?” He frowned.“Don’t try to deny it! Your face gives it away.” The truth was, the girls did look like a rough night. Their newfound sexual energy could only do so much to mask their sleep deprivation. The rings under their eyes betrayed them. Humphrey had spotted that detail, but attributed it to another cause. “You two think underage drinking is no big deal, and showing up with a hangover is fun, huh?” “You know, that is not really what happened...” Jasmine downright purred these words, while she wriggled her butt and played with her ponytail. The trainer narrowed his eyes. “So, and what exactly did happen? You two love the wine a little too much, don't you? You know a restaurant owner can end up losing his liquor license over stupid stuff like this, endangering I-don't-know-how-many jobs? Not to mention your academic record...” Ashley intervened. “Okay, see, we're sorry. We're in college, just trying to have fun. Please don't tell me you never snuck booze into a training camp, and stuff like that.” She must have struck the right note, because Humphrey sighed. “Fine. Just don't get wasted again. Hungover athletes are useless. Go get yourself some water. I'm taking you off the training plan for today. Drink water, do some light cardio, sweat it out. But actually do that, if I catch you going back to bed, you’ll regret it. And if anybody asks, you got a severe dressing-down and a warning. If the others learn you got off easy, team discipline as a whole is going to suffer. So keep your mouth shut.” Ashley nodded. “Thank you.” “Don't mention it.” He muttered something along the lines of 'kids never change', as he walked away. Jasmine was seriously taken aback. “Why didn't that work?” Ashley didn’t think too highly of women who used their sex appeal for personal gain. Anything but getting laid, that was. Then again being overly judgmental wasn’t really her style either. She managed to keep the disapproval out of her voice. “What, you trying to get out of trouble by flirting with him? Why should it work?” “I'm wearing the most ludicrously tight outfit I have ever squeezed myself into. I did the puppy dog eyes, the hair twirl, the sexy voice... what the hell?” Incredulously. “I take it, you have never been rejected before? You are not his type. Trust me.” “Why? I like my body. Men like my body. You like my body. What's his problem?” “You don't have a penis.” “I... really?” “My gaydar is the most precisely calibrated instrument in the universe. It has never failed me.” “Huh.” “I managed to land you, supposedly straight girl.” “Point taken. Also, ‘sneaked’.” “Huh?” “’Snuck’ is not a word.” “Ah, screw you.” “I was hoping you would do that for me later.” When they stepped out of the hotel, the entire group of girls had assembled into a double row, and were just taking off in a light jog. They pretty much paraded past their two unlucky teammates, who did their best to look glum, like if they had just been badly scolded. “We are not alone”, Jasmine noted. “What do you mean?” “There are at least three other girls who also look kind of rough. And I bet they actually got wasted.” “Are you so sure? Maybe I got up while you were asleep, and went on a grand tour of their rooms.” Jasmine chuckled. “Showoff. No, seriously, why did he pick on us and not on them?” “I guess they are over 21, and managed to show up on time. So what do you wanna do? A few rounds around the lake?” “Why not, it’s a nice route. Let’s go.” Ashley stopped Jasmine by holding her arm. “Wait. We need to pick up a few bottles of water first. You know, against dehydration. Because of our ‘hangover’.” “Right. Hangover. Of course.” Jasmine got her messenger bag from the room, filled it up with water bottles for the day, and off they went. It was a beautiful fall morning, and the path around the lake was busy with bikes and people, quite a few runners among them. They had to pass the hotel’s sports area on every round, and every time Humphrey, who was sitting on the coaching bench, waved in their direction, indicating that he was indeed watching them. Other people were as well, of course. Jasmine turned quite a few heads. The rhythmic movement of their jog didn’t help. She was constantly exploding out of her top, regularly having to stuff her boobs back in. One time, an elderly man nearly feel off his mobility scooter when that happened, leaving both him and Jasmine immensely embarrassed, while Ashley watched the entire scene and got horny as hell. If it wasn’t for the strap of the bag passing over her cleavage, Jasmine would have exposed herself a dozen times already. After their forth or sixth round, midday was approaching, and they went in for lunch. Which was also a good opportunity for getting rid of all the empty bottles they had collected over the last few hours, and picking up more water. They sat at the very end of the hotel restaurant, well away from the other girls, still playing the role of students who got into a bit of trouble and wanted to be left alone. They didn’t eat much, but they made good use of the soda fountain. After lunch, it was out to the lake again. This time, they decided to mix it up a bit, left the shore path, and went down to the beach. Running on the sand was more difficult than it looked, and Jasmine started to breathe heavier. Ashley remembered not everyone had her stamina, and slowed down a little. She let Jasmine go in front of her, so she could set the pace. The very nice side effect was that Ashley could watch her swinging butt. Now, in the bright afternoon sun, white skin shimmered lightly through the overstretched fabric. Ashley grabbed the pants and pulled. She wanted to let it snap, but the material was already at its maximum. So she opted instead for smacking the brunette’s ass as hard as she could. All it did was hurt her hand. Off some backsides, you could bounce a quarter. Off hers, probably an anvil. Jasmine responded by twirling around and giving Ashley a sudden shove. Ashley stumbled, fell backwards, and landed on her back. Sand splattered around. “Uggh. Okay, I was just about to sit down anyway.” “I bet!” “No, really. I need to take a few minutes, to think about how nice it would be to visit here in the summer. We could go for a swim, I would drool while watching you prance around in the water in a skimpy bikini...” “Sorry to disappoint you, but I only own practical swimwear, nothing particularly sexy.” “Any clothing is sexy with you in it.” Jasmine extended a hand to Ashley. When she had pulled her halfway up, she let go, dropping Ashley on her ass again. “You’re a bit of a klutz, aren’t you?” Ashley swore as she got up on her own, this time ignoring the hand. She brushed wet sand out of her hair with her fingers. “You are going to pay for that later!” Jasmine’s face displayed the dirtiest grin Ashley had ever seen. “Oh yes, please!” They didn’t think to visit the bathroom first, despite the copious amounts of water they both had consumed over the day. As soon as the door of their room closed behind them, they were all over each other. Jasmine seemed to want to devour Ashley’s tongue. They stumbled across the room, pulling off each other’s clothes, frantically, desperately making out. The poor pair of yoga pants finally gave up; the overstressed threads tore, and the garment split down the middle. Ashley didn't fret about the $20 Amazon special, she was way too busy trying to deal with Jasmine’s sexual attack. In spite of the strong hands pinching her buttocks and kneading her sex, she managed to maneuver Jasmine into the correct position. She shoved the tall girl backwards so her calves hit the edge of the bed, making her fall and crash onto the mattress. Ashley looked down at her sexy coed for a few seconds. Both girls smiled. Then Ashley suddenly threw herself at Jasmine and savagely tore into her; a lioness devouring her prey. This time, both of them were tired, and sober. It didn’t hurt one bit. If anything, it was even more explosive than the night before. After just a few minutes, Jasmine started to moan ecstatically as her body tensed up. Ashley let her off easy. Just one little orgasm before she let go off her victim and rested her head on the amazingly mountainous chest. That counted as cuddling in her book. She was almost ready to doze off, when Jasmine spoke up. She sounded a little worried. “I don’t feel too good about this.” “Huh? What, was I that bad?” “The opposite. But I just lay there and took it. Again. I didn't do anything to return the favor.” “This is not about keeping score.” “No, but I want you to get off, too.” “You're sweet, but I'm getting a lot out of this. I will diddle myself to the memory of your body trembling under my fingers for a decade.” “First, I can't decide whether that's gross or hot...” “Why not both?” “... and second, I still feel like a leech.” “You need to brush up on your lesbian lingo. Correct terminology for a woman who doesn't reciprocate is 'Pillow Princess'" Jasmine snorted. “Hah, that's good. What else would you call me?” “'Spaghetti', probably.” “Huh?” “You were perfectly straight, until I got you all hot and wet.” “I appreciate the metaphor. Let me try something here.” Jasmine wrapped her arms around Ashley, hugged her tightly, then turned around, flipping both of them over. She ended up on top, with Ashley feeling her weight bearing down on her. She was a bit surprised, but she liked it. The other girl was taller, heavier, and stronger than she was. ‘If she wanted to, she could totally have her way with me. There is nothing I could do.’ The thought exited her more than she cared to admit. It was false, of course. Ashley knew how to fight dirty. But just for the moment, she indulged in the fantasy of being completely under another woman’s control. And the surge in pressure as her filling bladder was compressed between the two of them did the rest to get her horny. “Are you going to...” “Shut up and let me do my thing.” Jasmine released her bear hug, and slowly slid towards the end of the bed, until her head was at the same height as Ashley's crotch. Ashley prepared to be underwhelmed. She was dealing with an absolute beginner, after all. Newcomers were usually prone to try and tunnel their way to China, instead of focusing on the sweet spot. But she still opened her legs wide, thinking she was ready for anything. She wasn’t. “Well, first things first, you don’t have to be overly gentle. And… hngrl ohmygod.” Jasmine was a natural, and she wasted no time on foreplay. Without any nonsense, she went directly for the clit. There was up and down licking, circular motion, and more-or-less gentle suction. She was very enthusiastic, too, ate pussy like she was starving. Ashley closed her eyes, relaxed, and enjoyed. The gold standard she held every lover to, was her own right hand. And Jasmine measured up pretty damn well. It didn’t take long before Ashley came hard and good. A quality orgasm, no doubt. When Ashley came back to her senses, the girl who had just given her immense pleasure was lying next to her, staring at the ceiling. They both were dead tired, should have fallen asleep right away, but Ashley’s mind was occupied with two thoughts. First, she had to piss like a racehorse. This, she knew how to ignore. Second, she was curious, and the drive to know had always been more urgent to her than any physical need. Still a little winded, she asked: “That was great. Best I’ve come in quite some time. I thought you had never gone down on a woman. Where the hell did you learn that?” “You are my first. Love it when my boyfriend does that. You have the same parts I do, so I just did what gets me off.” “If he can do that, why would you leave him?” “I didn’t.” “Oh. He dumped you?” “No.” The realization sank in slowly. Now it was Ashley's time to feel bad. “Oh. Oh shit! That didn’t even occur to me. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to… I mean, I don’t wanna intrude into...” “Don’t mention it.” “No, really, I’m sorry. I don’t do people in relationships.” That was a white lie. What she didn’t do was destroy relationships. She had happily screwed Coach Baye, knowing that a man in his forties would probably not abandon his wife of two decades, just because he got to stick his dick into some college thot once. She had regular fun with her roommate, but Michele was happy with her asexual boyfriend, who didn’t mind if she fulfilled her carnal needs elsewhere. But a young girl, impressionable and inexperienced with women, that spelled trouble. Actually, Jasmine was almost two years older than Ashley, but the point still stood. Jasmine didn’t see the problem, though. “I’m cheating. So what. You couldn’t have known. It’s not your fault.” “I should have asked. I was too damn self-absorbed. So sorry. I wanted to get into your pants so badly, and...” “Stop apologizing, or I’m going to throw you out into the hallway. Naked. Look, who of us is in a relationship here?” “You.” “Right. And whose body is this?” She ran her left up and down her lanky frame for emphasis. “Yours.” “Consequently, who gets to decide whether I want to be faithful or not?” Ashley really didn’t want to argue how this might very well be the boyfriend’s business, starting from something simple like risks of disease. This discussion wasn’t worth it. She gave in. “If you put it like that… philosophy major, huh?” “Minor. Individual liberty, self-ownership… want a short talk on John Locke, John Stuart Mill, or L. Susan Brown? Or some Thomas Paine, for good measure?” “I’ll pass. And FYI: I know my Mill and Paine very well.” “Please tell me you’re not one of those Libertarian-until-graduation hipsters.” “I don’t think the politics of college-aged Americans make for very good pillow talk.” “Hey, you just screwed an aspiring political scientist. We thrive on that shit.” Ashley snickered. The feeling of guilt had not gone away completely, but she decided that if Jasmine could be so candid about it, it was probably not worth losing any sleep over. And sleep sounded very good right now. She sun was setting anyway, sending its last rays of the day through the curtains, painting the entire room in dim red. It looked cozy, comfortable. She snuggled up to the statuesque brunette – being the big spoon to a partner so much taller was an interesting experience – and closed her eyes. [...] FullBladder85 and Trickling Down 2 Quote Link to comment
Melificentfan 1,215 Posted October 30, 2018 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted October 30, 2018 What a excellent chapter Quote Link to comment
randomkath 349 Posted November 3, 2018 Author Share Posted November 3, 2018 Ashley awoke to two very powerful sensations in her lower body. One was due to the fact that her kidneys had been busy for the past few hours. She had to pee more than ever in her life. Well, maybe not more than the one time when she had quite literally masturbated herself senseless on the bathroom floor, but close. The other sensation was that of Jasmine’s warm butt pressed firmly into her groin. She enjoyed both feelings very much. She moved slightly, intending to rub herself on dat ass a bit, and stopped dead in her tracks as the pressure increased. The massive bulge of her swollen bladder rested on Jasmine’s lower back. The only reason their position hadn’t already squeezed the piss out of her while she slept, was the distinct S curve of the brunette’s sculpted buttocks. That was amazingly hot. Ashley urgently needed to do something to fulfill her body’s natural need. Right now. There was no way of putting it off any longer. She wrapped her arms around Jasmine’s waist, pulled her even tighter (‘wince, groan, enjoy the pressure, don’t stop, bear it, oh yes’), placed a kiss on her neck, and then went on to gently nibble on her earlobes. She almost chipped a tooth on a stud. Jasmine started to stir, yawned, tried to stretch, and only then realized someone was holding her tight. “Hmm, good morning. What time is it?” “I don’t know, looks like sunrise to me.” “Don’t stop!” “You asked me a question. I can’t gnaw on your ears and talk at the same time.” “Then don’t answer the damn question and keep going!” Ashley continued to nuzzle Jasmine’s neck while she slid both hands towards her crotch. And as expected, she was wet as a swamp. Ashley didn’t go slowly. They both wanted it badly, so this was not the time to be a tease. Knead, flip, rub, grind, cum. Two minutes at most. Probably some kind of record. As far as quickies went, it was a good one. Jasmine moaned and cussed into her pillow. Her muffled cries turned into an incoherent stream of terms of endearment for Ashley, and swear words to express the amount of pleasure she felt. Ashley liked that a lot. Jasmine's convulsions drove her defined glutes hard into Ashley's bladder, dragged her butt across her clitoris. She shuddered from pain and pleasure, as she left a wet smear on the gazelle’s backside. Their juices mixed, ran down their legs, formed a large spot on the sheets. The distinct smell of sex mixed with the slightly musky aroma of two unshowered girls. This was the hottest situation Ashley had ever been in, she was stimulated beyond belief. She wanted to come, needed to come, but… “I… oh fuck.” She was about to lose it. No, she had already lost it. A small trickle down her inner thigh. Almost nothing compared to all the other wetness down there, but she knew that in about five seconds, the trickle would be a torrent. She started to get up, failed, because Jasmine was lying on her leg, yanked it out from under her in panic, stumbled to her feet, almost fell, and hobbled towards the bathroom, leaving a trail of drops on the hardwood floor. She made it to the door, felt the cold tiles under her feet… and collapsed. Her legs simply folded under her, as she dropped to the floor. It was over. She had only the blink of an eye left before the would make the most gigantic mess any human being had ever… Jasmine’s face, sweaty, red and flustered from her orgasm, didn’t even register in Ashley's mind. But the buff arms around her rib cage did. Ashley was picked up quickly, heaved into the shower stall, and then she had no strength left. With a last, pained moan, she let everything erupt at once. It wasn’t a stream, it was a pressure washer, a fire hose, the damn Niagara falls. Her bladder deflated slowly, and it felt good, so good, she just had to… A single circular move on her clitoris was enough to send her off into absolute heaven. She didn’t even know whether Jasmine had touched her there, or if she had done it herself. And she didn’t care. Relief and climax combined into a delicious melange of ecstasy, as waves of raw pleasure pulsed through her body. It took Ashley’s brain a while to return to normal processing of sensory input. She realized that she was down on the floor of the shower stall, and pleasantly warm water was beating down on her. But the ground wasn’t as hard as one might expect. In fact, she was sitting kind of comfortable. That was, of course, because she sat on Jasmine’s lap. The taller woman was cradling her in her arms, and it seemed like now it was time for her to nuzzle Ashley's neck, instead of the other way around. She enjoyed the firm embrace, and well-deserved, if unconventional, shower. When the drain started to gurgle loudly, Jasmine winced under her. The hard, round ball she felt pressing into her back, suddenly jumped to the front of Ashley's mind. Holy hell, that woman had held it for just as long, and probably drunk more than she had! “I’m… I’m sitting on your bladder, am I not?” “More like ‘leaning on it’. You’re sitting on my thighs. If you were actually sitting on my bladder, this would be over.” Ashley couldn’t believe it. One and a half days of restrained piss, a long string of orgasms, water gargling all around her legs, and still holding on! “Why? Why didn’t you let go?” Jasmine was brutally honest with herself: “Because an athlete never gives up? Because I like how it feels? Because I want you to marvel at how strong I am? Mostly the later. Truth be told, I really, really want to impress you. You are now my… um, gay sensei?” Ashley was flattered. “That’s one hell of a compliment. Let your sensei see if you were speaking the truth.” Without further warning, she pushed herself up just a few inches, and dropped her entire weight onto Jasmine’s bulge. The surprised woman screamed in terror, then exploded. A torrent brook gushed out from between her legs. The strong stream passed just under Ashley’s butt and hit the floor of the stall, hissing, burbling, twirling. It was so much at once, together with the downpour from the shower, the drain was overwhelmed, the water started to rise around the girls. Ashley was indeed impressed. “Wow, that is… wow. We’ll have to measure that someday. Hey, you’re tense. Stop fighting it. Enjoy the feeling. Relax.” She felt the tension leave Jasmine’s body. The young athlete slacked a bit beneath her, and her head sunk down onto Ashley’s shoulder from behind. “That’s more like it. Embrace it. You deserve a break.” Jasmine peed, and peed, and when the foaming mixture of water and urine had risen to cover her legs, and almost reached Ashley’s behind, she was finally empty and her stream subsided. She sighed. “That felt amazing.” “I know.” With the drain just having to take in what came from the shower head, the water line dropped quickly. The girls remained seated under the hot shower, relaxing, snuggling, enjoying the comfort of each other’s body. After a few minutes, Jasmine spoke up. “Wow. Nice start into the day, huh?” Ashley laughed. “The best. Nothing beats morning sex.” Jasmine bit her lip. “I hate to repeat myself, but what time is it? The bus leaves at nine. I don’t want to keep anybody waiting. If the others have to stand around with their thumb up their ass, because we are literally fucking around...” “Well, you could just go and check the time.” “No, with you on top of me I can’t.” “Okay, okay, point taken, I’ll move.” Ashley grunted as she got up to shut off the water. Her knees snapped and popped. “Ugh. I feel like an old woman. Dammit girl, sex with you is exhausting.” She got herself semi-dry, then playfully threw the towel at Jasmine. “Here. Even though I don’t see you ever getting dry in certain places, you horny little nympho.” Jasmine toweled herself off, while Ashley went looking for her phone. She finally recovered it from the pile of clothes on the floor, where it had dropped when they had hastily undressed each other the night before. “Jaz? I’ve got the time.” “Please don’t call me that. I like my whole name.” “Haha. Except for your actual first name, huh? It’s just past seven. You know what that means?” “We don’t have to hurry while packing, and are not going to be late for the bus?” “Yeah, that too. It also means we have time for breakfast, because I am famished.” Jasmine stepped out of the bathroom, still stark naked, while Ashley had already thrown on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and was trying to force her rebellious hair into something resembling a simple bun. “Ash, wait, I’ve got to show you something.” “Hwhaff?”, Ashley asked through a mouthful of bobby pins. Jasmine produced her sketch block and started flipping through it. Ashley caught a glimpse of various pencil sketches, mostly of inanimate objects, and mostly pretty good. The few pictures of people she spotted were caricatures of the type you could get done for a few bucks at a carnival. Jasmine seemed to prefer a funny, semi-realistic style for portraits. With the eye of a skilled artist, she had picked a few distinctive features of each person, and exaggerated them. People turned into big-headed, lighthearted and very recognizable parodies of themselves. There was Cynthia, portrayed as hyperactive little thing with motion blur from nervously wiggling around. Coach Baye, even taller and skinnier than in real life, laden down with no more than five stopwatches and an entire backpack full of clipboards. A muscular white dude (‘Her boyfriend?’, Ashley wondered) who obviously loved technology. Jasmine had drawn him with a smartwatch on each wrist, and holding both a laptop and a phone, while walking into a wall he couldn’t see because of his VR glasses. “Wow. These are amazing. You should do political cartoons for a newspaper, or something like that.” “Do newspapers still exists? Never mind. Uh, I mean, thanks, but what I wanted you to see are these. This is everything I’ve drawn over the course of this semester.” She thumbed to the last few pages. All of the drawings on there were caricatures of Ashley; easily identified by activewear, bushy hair, and carrying a coffee cup the size of her head to outline her caffeine addiction (she realized that she hadn’t thought about coffee in three days; sex with Jasmine proved to be excellent replacement therapy). And all the pictures vastly exaggerated the features of her body. Nipples poking through tops, outline of her crotch showing through her pants, and a figure to make Jessica Rabbit green with envy. On every single one of them. “Huh. Those are the most sexualized depictions of me I have ever seen. I kinda like it.” Ashley looked up and could see Jasmine had turned beet red again. “Re-Really? You like it? You don’t think it’s creepy to draw something like that?” “No. It would be creepy if you showed them to anybody without asking me first. If they are just for your personal use..:” – Jasmine looked away, deeply embarrassed, indicating what ‘personal use’ of these pictures had entailed for her – “… I don’t see anything wrong with that.” “I… I just wanted you to know...” Jasmine swallowed. “… just wanted you to know, it’s not a clear-cut case of you seducing me. I wanted you for months, since the road run. I’ve fantasized about you for many sleepless nights, but never worked up the courage to actually do something about it. So, if you still feel guilty for not checking if I was taken…the blame is definitely not on you.” Ashley closed the sketch book and placed a gentle kiss on Jasmine’s forehead. “Embarrassing yourself to make your booty call feel better, that takes a strong character. Thank you for showing me this.” Jasmine seemed relieved. “Thank you for not being offended by my pictures. And speaking of ‘booty call’... it’s all just sex for you, right? You’re not going to get all romantic and emotional?” Ashley shook her head. “I have no interest in that. Don’t get me wrong, I like you, I think we’ll be good friends, but...” Jasmine interrupted. “No problem, that’s exactly what I’m aiming for. Not strings attached. I really don’t need any drama. Let’s just go with what makes us feel good.” “Oh I will make you feel good!” “I have no doubts about that.” The girls had kept things low-key. They had left a big tip for the maid, as compensation for their mixed juices on the sheets, and the droplets of pee that were all over the entire bathroom. They had sat next to each other on the bus, and chatted about harmless gossip, but avoided any public display of affection. When the bus had finally arrived at campus, this time at the larger parking lot at the stadium, they had said goodbye with a quick hug. Chaste enough, just a gesture between two teammates who had shared a room for two nights. No one had seen that Jasmine had sneakily squeezed Ashley’s buttocks, and whispered ‘I’ll call you.’ into her ear. Ashley had taken off to check on Cynthia, and found her in her dorm, arm in a cast, beating a bunch of frat boys at video games, despite only having one fully working hand at her disposal. She would be fine. Ashley didn’t really feel like doing anything, so she had spend the next few days mostly at her desk or in bed, watching movies, surfing the web, marginally preparing for the coming semester, sleeping in, occasionally leaving the room to work out, or grab a bite to eat. She had these phases from time to time, and allowed herself the luxury of being unproductive. She was an overachiever, and could totally afford not to bury her nose in the books every waking moment. She was basically just waiting for classes to start, or Jasmine to call. And Jasmine did call. To reveal something that brought back the crushing guilt, and made Ashley feel like the biggest douchebag in the history of ill-advised hookups. She almost dropped her phone when Jasmine broke the news. “WHAT?!?” “Yes. Yesterday. Went pretty smoothly. That’s the upside of not living together, I guess.” “Because of me?” Jasmine almost got angry. “This again. For fucks sake, not your fault, never your fault! I screwed a girl while I was away, he screwed a girl while was away, we ended it amicably, end of story. I’m not a super-clingy or romantic person. Neither is he. We are fine.” “Really?” “Yes, really. But just to stop me from getting overly emotional, there is something you could do to help me out.” “Anything. What is it?” “Me.” A week later, on a nice Friday evening, Jasmine and Ashley were sitting on the low wall at the street corner opposite Martha’s Pavilion, trying to look relaxed as their bladders filled. Ashley had pointed out that they would be sitting inside of what had to be one of the last remaining lesbian bars on the East Coast, if Jasmine wasn’t the only college student in existence without a fake ID. Jasmine had been genuinely unimpressed by that, explaining that she would be 21 in a month anyway, so why bother. Also, they both were so obviously straining to hold back their floods, they would probably not have been able to hide their need from a large group of women. So the bursting girls just sat on the wall, fidgeting, watching the bustling activity across the street. It was a warm night. Summer had returned for a day, like it often did around this time of year. The beautiful weather had brought the bar staff to open the large glass doors wide, and most of the patrons were nursing their drinks out on the patio. The bar was located just off campus, and had a pretty mixed, if almost exclusively female, audience. Older college students mingled with locals from the surrounding towns. A few women even came here from as far as Boston, just because places like these were getting rare in New England altogether. Ashley quite liked it. An audience of mostly queer folk, good music (the owner had a preference for classic rock, which suited Ashley just fine), a wide selection of beer on tap, and staff who pretended not to notice that the photo on her driving license wasn’t her. She placed a hand on Jasmine's bare thigh and played with the hem of her dress. “Like what you see?” “Yes.” “Welcome to Team Bisexual. You’ll get your membership card in the mail. And make sure to check out our monthly coupon offerings on skinny soy latte and STD tests. Now that you are one of us, how many girls do you plan on sleeping with in your first year?” “I don’t know. How many are there?” “Hah! Wannabe thot.” “Why not ‘wannabe stud’?” Ashley stuck out her tongue. “As if. Be a little careful, though. You’re about to enter a universe where your exes are everywhere, and everyone in your social circle likes to kiss and tell. Which is fine if all you’re looking for is casual sex, just be aware that there are very few secrets.” “Noted. And where exactly would I go looking for casual fun over there?” Ashley pointed across the street. “See the cute butchy Asian in the standard lesbian uniform?” “What is that supposed to… oh.” Black skinny jeans, plaid shirt, sneakers, beanie hat. Lesbian uniform indeed. Stereotypical, but it didn’t look half bad on the small woman. “Yes. What about her?” “That’s Lauren. Not her real name, I think. Best oral sex on planet Earth. How old would you guess she is?” Jasmine shrugged. “Hard to tell at the distance. Thirty?” “More like forty, but I find that hard to believe myself, even from up close. She likes them young and innocent. If you ever feel like lying back and letting someone else do all the work, speak to her. Tell her you are inexperienced, but have heard rumors about her prowess, and would like to see for yourself. She loves that shit.” “Is she that good?” “She’s basically an orgasm technician. She’ll have you screaming out your lungs until you’re ready to pass out, then cuddle you to sleep. Next morning, she’ll make you a kick-ass omelet. But only for you, she eats other stuff for breakfast.” “Like what?” “You.” “Hey, that’s my joke! I made it on the phone the other day. Don’t steal it!” “It’s hardly a joke. More like a little bit of groan-worthy wordplay. And that’s my department, not yours.” The entire scene was suddenly stolen by the next woman who came out onto the porch, holding a beer, idly chatting with the whole entourage of younger girls surrounding her. A slender, towering blonde who had stylishly combined a floral summer dress with heavy combat boots. She certainly left an impression. Not only on the other women surrounding her, but on Jasmine as well. “Who is that?” Ashley frowned. “Sandra. I would stay away from her, if I were you.” “Why? She’s pretty.” “Yes. And because she’s gorgeous, she thinks she can have any girl she wants. Buys you one drink, and suddenly has a right to your body. Gets handsy, way too kissy way too fast, and doesn’t understand the meaning of ‘no’. A creep in the body of a runway model is still a creep.” “And it looks like she has spotted us. She’s giving you the stink eye.” “Yeah, she doesn’t like me much. I punched her in the face.” “What for?” “I have a very low tolerance for sexual predators. Like I said, she has trouble understanding the meaning of ‘no’. So I used a form of expression that got my point across. Her perfect little button nose isn’t so symmetrical anymore.” “I would have taken you for someone who actually likes being aggressively pursued.” “Yes, I would have gone home with her anytime. I just didn’t take lightly to her taking advantage of a drunk girl, who obviously didn’t want to.” “Hm...” Jasmine slowly shook her head, musing on her thoughts. Ashley wanted to know what she was thinking. “Spit it out.” “Well, it’s depressing, thinking she would do something like that. I mean, I knew in theory that sexual violence between women is a thing, but I never thought I would witness it that close myself. On the other hand...” “Yeah?” “You being all chivalrous, defending a helpless maiden, punching a would-be rapist and shit… that’s kinda hot.” “The princess donned the shining armor herself, and rode to the rescue of the other princess. Only that the bad guy trying to steal her was also a princess. Or something. Pretty fucked-up fairytale.” Jasmine giggled. “Yes, something like that. Not more fucked-up than the idea of two abandoned children burning an old woman in her own oven. Or...” Ashley groaned, hunched over, and jammed two hands into her crotch, as her bladder cramped. She won the fight, but then she needed a few seconds to compose herself and straighten up again. “That was close. Lost a few drops.” There was pain and excitement in her voice. Jasmine appeared eager as well. “Are you ready?” She didn’t even wait for an answer before jumping to her feet, pulling Ashley off the wall, and starting to lead her by the hand towards the dorm buildings. Ashley tried to go for one of her usual Hollywood clichés. “I was...” Jasmine would have none of it. “You and your fucking one-liners. If you say ‘I was born ready’, I will beat your ass!” “And that promise is supposed to discourage me – how?” ---------- ---------- ---------- ---------- ---------- ---------- ---------- ---------- ---------- This concludes this Ashley Adventure. We will hear more from her in the future. Many thanks again to @sirrliv, who devised this chapter (though I have strayed from his original idea quite a bit), and to @holditin, whose story A Policewoman Piss planted the mental image of two women making out on the toilet firmly in my head. Trickling Down, amugeR, FullBladder85 and 2 others 5 Quote Link to comment
Melificentfan 1,215 Posted November 3, 2018 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted November 3, 2018 Loved that Quote Link to comment
Recommended Posts
Join the conversation
You can post now and register later. If you have an account, sign in now to post with your account.
Note: Your post will require moderator approval before it will be visible.