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Gwen's Revenge

by Lisa on Tue Mar 17, 1998
(Note: This story has: Face farting and lesbian sex. If this bothers you, or your under 18, you probably shouldn't read this story. )
Gwen and Beth had been dating for about a year. It was Gwen's first Lesbian relationship, but Beth had been around. Things had gone great, until the pair moved in. They lived in bliss for about 2 months. Then, without warning, Beth dumped Gwen. It had crushed the tiny blond. She was just sick. Even though she was every mans fantasy (except of the fact that they had NO shot with her) Gwen found herself doubting her good looks. "Maybe," she thought "I'm not pretty enough for Beth. I mean, she's a goddess." This was true. Beth was a lovely girl. A tall Burnet with big boobs, sometimes Gwen felt inferior, because she was shorter with smaller boobs. Gwen found herself in a crippling depression. For nearly 2 week, all she could do was lay around the apartment and think about Beth. Then, it hit her like a ton of bricks. What she needed was VENGEANCE! She had to get Beth! But how? Gwen smiled as the idea came to her. She would make Beth sorry. Very sorry.
Gwen finished her 3 bowl of chili and whipped her mouth with her napkin. Beth was coming over at 5 to get the things she had left behind. It wasn't much, just a box of magazines and mugs and other worthless things. If Gwen hadn't come up with this great idea, she probably would have given the stuff away. She looked up at the clock. 4:55. Time to get into gear. She stood up and put the rest of the extra spicy chili back into the fridge. She was warring a thin, white long sleeved shirt and a tight pair of jeans. Gwen jumped when the buzzer rang. She gently burped into her hand and popped a stick of gum into her mouth. Gwen pushed the the button. "Yes?" She said sweetly.
"It's me..." said the voice on the other side. "Can I uhh..." Gwen pushed the second and opened the building door. Gwen was nervous. Could she go through with this? There came a knock at the door. Gwen opened it and there stood Beth, lovely as ever. She had on a tight green and black dress, low cut and short. It showed off her nice, big cleavage. At the sight of her former lover, Gwen nearly melted into a pool of tears, begging "take me back. PLEASE!" She pushed that thought from her mind. Gwen extended an index finger towards the couch where the box sat. "All your crap's over there." she said, coldly. "Take it and get out." She turned her back to Beth, who began to walk over to the box. "Listen, Gwen, I know you're mad at me. We didn't exactly leave on good terms. But I just want you to know, you'll always hold a special place in my heart..." "Oh GOD!" Gwen thought. "What a load of crap!" She took the chemical soaked hankie and quietly snuck up an Beth. "... And know that you'll always be my Gweney- bear. Ok?". Gwen grabbed Beth and shoved the hankie under her nose. At first, Beth struggled, but she soon stopped as the smell knocked her cold.
Beth awoke, her wrists and ankles tethered to the bed posts . She opened her eyes and saw Gwen hovering over her, holding smelling salts to her nose. Gwen smiled. "Nice to see you awake" She grinned. "Gwen, what's going on?" Beth was panicked, pulling on her restraints. Gwen stood, holding up a pair of pink panties with an obscenely large brown skid mark up the back. Beth then realized , with a flush of hot embarrassment, that the panties where hers. She feebly tried to shift her dress so it concealed her naked crotch. "I'm going to teach you a lesson." Gwen said, turning the panties inside-out and cramming them into Beth's mouth. Gwen climbed onto the bed, startling Beth's chest, shoving her denim clad butt into Beth's face. "I ate 3 bowls of chili, and you KNOW how chili makes me."
Beth began to screech in protest. Gwen grinned. "That's right! It gives me killer GAS!" Gwen strained and pushed out a hot, wet fart. The smell wafted up Beth's nostrils and burned her eyes. She struggled but it was no use. She was trapped staring at Gwen's nicely defined bum, all encased in blue denim Gwen laughed maniacally and let out another series of warm poppers. Putt putt blurt......poppop phrt phrt..... TOBTHHTH! Beth swung her head back and fourth, trying to escape Gwen's noxious gas. Gwen let out another fart, a loud BLORRRRRRRRRRRRRTPH! Tears began to stream down Beth's cheeks. "Ohhhhh, poor Beth! Does this... bother you? Don't like the smell of my farts?" She laughed and cut the cheese. PHURT! Gwen's smile became wider as she let out an S.B.D, with a little extra "D"! Gwen wiggled her bun's, humming a happy tune, her butt humming a tune of it's own! Beth's nose was right in Gwen's butt crack. She could the wind blowing her face. "This will teach you!" Gwen cried. PHURT! "You'll never know how much you hurt me!"
Gwen was on the verge of tears. Her tummy as bloated and kind of sore. She remembered the good times. Whenever Gwen was in any kind of pain, Beth would take her into her arms and hold her and nurse her back to health. Even when Gwen had gas, Beth would stay with her until she was sure Gwen felt better. Gwen pulled up Beth's dress and looked at Beth's pussy. Beth stopped crying. She felt herself moisten between her legs. She was getting excited. There was something about this position. Gwen buried her face in Beth's crotch and began to lick. Beth moaned and groaned with pleasure, despite the fact that Gwen was still farting like mad! Beth soon climaxed and screeched. Gwen slid off the bed. "Do you have anything to say for yourself?" Gwen asked, pulling the soiled panties from Beth's mouth. "Ummm.... yes." Gwen stood, arms crossed. "I'm sorry." Gwen's stood stunned. "F.. f... for what?" she stuttered. " For dumping you. I just.... God, Gwen! I never knew you where this.... kinky!"Gwen couldn't believe what she was hearing! "K... k... k... kinky?" "Yeah! See, when I was a little girl, I was raised very proper. Mother never farted or pooped or did anything thing un-lady like, so I never saw girls fart or anything. Then, I got to collage, and all around me, the other girls in my dorm would get drunk and fart and poop and pee all over! It turned me on to see girls acting so "un-lady like!" When you stuck that nice butt in my face and broke wind, It was like all my fantasy came true! So...will you take me back?" "I don't know...." Gwen said, running off. She came back into the bedroom, pot of chili in one hand, a spoon in the other. She began to munch on the contents of the pot. She smiled. "I'd better think about it."
(Well, that's it. My first revenge story. I hope you like it. I love to hear what you think, so post your thoughts. Also, I'd like you all to take my survey below. After all, it is so I can find out what you like. Bye)

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Apartment 13 (Interracial story)

By Just A Guy on Wed Mar 18, 1998
Bear with me I'm making this up as I go....
Once upon a time there was this Black guy named Leroy who was going on his first date...this made Leroy very nervous seeing that it wasn't only his first but it was a blind date: well, blah blah blah, he went to the door of APARTMENT 13 and slowly knocked....and to the door came this very beautiful woman who looked like a cross between Jamie Gertz and Julia Roberts (I don't know if that would be a good mix but both of them are very beautiful women). Leroy was asking himself "With such a beautiful woman..why is she in the personal adds..can't she get her own date?"..But Poor Leroy is soon to find out why she can't get a date, ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!
So anyway .. Leroy walks into the house..all is silent and they sit up on the couch..Leroy looks at her she looks at him..and she keeps looking she was basically staring at him..it was kind of an evil stare yet no emotion in her face..like she was exhausted but yet thinking a lot on the inside..no motion in her face muscles whatsoever...Our hero thought maybe he should strike up a convo "So what do you do?" he asked. No answer -- she stared...then he decided to compliment her on her apartment.."Nice place you have here." No answer: she kept staring at his eyes.
(cigarette break)
Leroy was beginning to get nervous..he thought he would change the mood "Hey why don't we get something to eat?" but no luck for Leroy: she kept staring. Leroy looked at her with a very discomfort and shocked look.."What?" Leroy had no words to say for what she was doing..and then he looked into her eyes...but all he got from her was her eyes following him."It's 'cause I'm black isn't it?" Leroy jokingly said. But that didn't get a laugh out of her..then he began to make faces hoping it would break what's going on but she wasn't amused..she just stared... Five minutes passed as Leroy sat there in silence of her staring at him and him trying not to make eye contact...and he was doing the routine
Twiddling of thumbs
Yawn
the stretch
and the checking pockets like there was something on his mind
then after awhile of his thing, he decided its time to go..he got up and walked towards the door, saying nothing to the girl..but her eyes just followed him -- he felt on him her hard stare ..it made him nervous as he walked..so he tried to open the door "What's this?" The door was locked; he tried everything..but again No Luck For Leroy. He turned around all scared and very panicky.."WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME..WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?!?!"
But she just stared at him...Leroy started crying (don't ask me why)
and he just slid down from his back to the wall on his butt and put his hands in his head..or the other way around..and after 5 minutes of that..she got up and walked slowly and took off her pants..
Leroy opened up a few of his fingers to expose an eye to see what she was doing...she then went to a box and pulled out some rope..Leroy had no idea of what was going on..she went towards him with the rope and began to tie some around his neck Leroy was so upset that he didn't care what was going on..he just let whatever was happening happen..and little whimpers were coming out of him...and she took him and the rope like it was a leash to her room..and then put him on the floor next to the bed..he tied his wrists and his ankles from across the room....she then undid his pants..he was acting as if he was on heroin..just delirious as this was all happening...then she pulled out his penis and put her butt towards his face like a half ass 69 position...he was starting to come out of it..and began to get into to it..he got a hard-on, boner, stiffy, whatever..but he was digging it. She started sucking and sucking and sucking then Leroy was doing the dancing thing you do when you are erotically turned on..and her ass was in his face with silk panties on. The color of her panties were white so you could kind of see what's behind..he saw her asshole ..which got him more aroused...and as she ground her asshole up his nose..he felt her squeeze..then she farted..Phhluptttferrp buurp...
"Oh my God" Leroy thought to himself..but he was turned on cause she was sucking him hard..even though the stench shot straight up his nose and it did stink real bad...he couldn't help but stay horny..she then farted again..PPphhhllup pthphhhh..this one stank a bit worse..he started to gag..but she kept sucking...this made his cum stay in a bit more, so he was still horny as her stinky farts started to take over his air space.....he tried to move his face from her ass but she would put her ass where ever his face was ..she was doing it on purpose...
"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?!?" Leroy asked ..but no answer...she then started grinding her pussy up in his face with a little bit of moisture and then proceeded to fart again..this one was a little bit louder and shorter and less smellier..but it didn't matter 'cause the recent farts were still in Leroy's nose....Leroy couldn't handle it anymore and then he cummed and then passed out.. The next day he woke up in a garbage dump in Mexico.
The End

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I'm letting this flow (Poem)

by Just A Guy on Fri Mar 20, 1998
It was quite some time so let me remember a rhyme ..
there was me and this chick
who was pretty, yet sick
didn't like me, oh no
she wanted me to go...
She bitched and she yelled she called me names...
But I stayed in the room 'cause I loved to play games...
you see deep down inside I liked her style,
she was cute and witty and she was quite Vile..
her ass was so tender her eyes made me smile..
if I had her in bed I would go mad I would just bend her..
But on the outside I played it off..
I called her names too, I acted like a child but she hated my games and then she got wild..
she let out a fart to get rid of me...
But I just stayed, 'cause that gave me glee
(I don't even know what glee means)
I laughed in her face
and she tried to put me in my place
she kept farting and farting
most would think she's a disgrace..
But oh no not for me..
I was excited, you see..
my heart was thumping
it's her I would be humping
(am I pathetic?)
so she ended up losing and she went for the door..
but from the looks on her face she had one more...
so she went to me and turned around..
and from her sweats to her ass came the beautiful sound..
she farted in my face in a disrespecting way..
But little did she know..she made my day
The End..

MONICA BY WOLF

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It had been a nice evening with my friends, and while I cycled back home
through the almost deserted streets with my best girlfriend, we chatted a
lot about the new boys that we had met. At least two were really cute and
we absolutely wanted to see them again next week. Two corners from where I
live, my friend went her own way and I rode the last hundred meters alone.
It was still quite light, so I had nothing to fear; not that there was much
chance of anything bad happening to me, but still.

When I approached my home and stopped pedaling to freewheel the remaining
distance, I sighed and hoped for the best this time. You know, I am one of
those skinny and pale girls that even in their early twens sometimes have
trouble holding their pee. It is quite embarassing, to say the least, but
I've to live with it. I had not wet my bed anymore since I was about twelve,
but occasionally something went wrong. A typical situation in which I often
had a wet experience was coming home after a nice evening with my friends.
I would have been drinking a lot, and would have gone to the toilet just
before leaving, but the cycling back apparently held back the urge well
enough for me not to notice. Until it was too late, that is.

Last time I came back from such an evening I had just stepped off my bike
and was looking for the key of our front door, when I suddenly experienced
something strange in my belly. It seemed like I was melting inside, and
before I could react or even realised what was happening to me, I felt my
crotch getting warm, and then something started to leak down my legs. At
that moment it became obvious what was happening to me, and with a red
head, teeth grinding and thighs clutched together, I thoroughly soaked my
jeans. There just was no point stopping, it was already far too late when I
noticed. When I carefully glanced down, I could clearly see the wet stain
going down between my legs, and I only hoped that my bum would not reveal
too much to people that might just be looking. Actually, wetting myself did
not feel that unpleasant; as you might know, the feeling is warm and cosy.
But it left such a mess that after finishing the soaking of my pants, I
hurried inside and went straight into the bathroom to undress, get a
shower, and forget about it. I left my wet garments in the laundry basket
for my mother to clean up, and removed the experience from my memory.

I really had forgotten about it all, until I was dressing up for the next
evening together. I was already sliding myself into my tight jeans when I
remembered the awful experience of two weeks earlier, and sat on my bed for
a few seconds. Knowing myself, I knew that I could not do much about my
slight medical problem. Fortunately, it was quite predictable. I had two
alternatives. Either I could not drink at all, which seemed very dull and
would certainly provoke questions from my friends. Or I could try to put on
a diaper to catch the stream if it went wrong. Uh no... *when* it went
wrong. Sigh. Wearing a diaper under a tight pair of jeans was not that
attractive, and besides, I did not have them anymore; the last diaper went
down the garbage can quite some years ago.

I sighed again and tried to find another solution. Basically the problem
was solved if I could manage to find a toilet immediately after stepping
off my bike. But I had to put my bike against the wall, open the front
door, hurry through the hallway, hope the toilet was not occupied, and
undress myself. All in two seconds. Not possible, not even with practice. I
would end up peeing in my pants again, and not a little bit. Although my
mother had never mentioned anything to me about those wet clothes in the
laundry basket, I knew she knew, and I really wanted to prevent it.

When my eyes roved around my room in search of nothing special, I suddenly
noticed my closet with skirts. I rarely wore skirts anymore, since that was
not the fashion of my environment. The tighter the jeans, the better. But
for someone with my problem, I thought, a skirt would at least be a partial
problem-solver. I would still wet myself, but the amount of clothing ready
for the laundry machine would be vastly smaller, and I figured I had a good
chance of getting away with it unnoticed. Slowly I slid down my jeans
again, and walked towards the closet. Given the nice weather, I chose my
long blue skirt, that I always wore with a wide belt around my waist, and a
white blouse. While stepping into the skirt, I looked for some old pair of
panties, since I did not want to wet the new pair I was wearing and that I
had just bought that week. For a moment I considered going out without
panties, but that seemed too bold. I hiked up my skirt, pulled down the
white elastic panties I wore, and replaced them by the oldest pair I could
find. They were pale pink, and just barely elastic enough to stay where
they belonged. But my skirt was long enough to prevent any peeking.
I sat down on my bed and put on my boots, as black as my belt, and made of
the same smooth leather. Looking at myself in the mirror, I really was
happy with the general look; the skirt nicely enhanced my waist and hips,
and covered up my upper legs which were not as slim as I wanted them to be.
I put on a nice thin golden necklace and my earrings, and went out.

So there I was, almost home, still sitting on the saddle of my bike, and
hoping for the best. After all, it could really have been just stupid bad
luck the last time I came home. Maybe it was just cold, or I had really
drunk a lot, or we cycled home way too slow. Anyway, nothing inside me
indicated that anything was at stake, and to be honest, I thought that I
was getting away with it tonight.

I bumped the bike up the sidewalk, crossed into our little front place (no
garden, only concrete), and stepped off. A slight, exciting tingle went up
and down my back, and I felt my cheeks blushing a bit. For a few moments I
stood next to my bike, eyes closed, and expected the embarassment to come
any moment. But my pink panties did not get wet. I carefully probed
my bladder, and everything seemed OK. Quickly I put my bike against the
house and searched for my house keys. Still no problem. I put the key
into the lock, and turned it while pulling at the door knob to facilitate
the lock's movement. This was the moment I had started to wet myself last
time. But now, still nothing. The door opened, and I pulled out the key
when I went inside. The hallway was deserted and the door of the toilet was
open. Slowly I let go of the front door, that would be closed automatically
by a spring. The tingling at my back now had spread throughout my whole
body, and it was especially noticeable in my belly. Or no, somewhat lower.
My cheeks glowed like in mid-winter, and I hesitated slightly while walking
towards the inviting toilet door. With the door in my hand, I switched on
the light and entered the stall. Puzzled I stood there for a moment, with
my skirt already hiked up a bit. Everything had gone like I wanted it to,
yet something in the back of my head was calling for attention. I hiked up
my skirt further and started to pull down my panties.

Suddenly I knew what was bothering me: I had forgotten to put the lock on
my bike, which was only three meters away from the open road and quite
expensive. Much in doubt, I had to decide to go to the toilet first or lock
my bike. And the tingling in my body wasn't helping matters. It was
exciting and pleasant, and reminded me of semi-erotic experiences with
boys. Strange, since I had not met any interesting boy this evening; even
the two boys we had high hopes for turned out to be dull soccer
enthusiasts. Bike or toilet?

I don't know what made me choose for bike, because it was a stupid thing
since I knew very well that my sphincter could give up any moment, and
probably without much warning. After looking in the mirror and stroking my
hair back, I glanced over my clothes and enjoyed the smooth feeling of my
skirt as I left the toilet and walked down the hallway again. There really
was nothing to worry about, I reminded myself. My bike would still be
there, and I could easily hold my pee for another thirty seconds. I opened
the door, went to my bike, stooped down a bit to set the lock, and waited.

I waited. For a few seconds, I just stood there on the concrete front
place, with the lock completely in order and locked, and I waited. There
was nothing special about it, I just waited for something to happen.
Something *had* to happen. I just felt it in all my limbs, and the tingling
was not lying either. I *wanted* something to happen. With a smile, I
straightened my back and turned around towards the street. Nobody was in
sight, every curtain was closed. Happily I looked up to the sky, where some
stars already had appeared. It was a beautiful night, warm but not too hot,
with a nice breeze to freshen up everything. No clouds. A small light dot
moved through the sky. And I waited, still not knowing exactly for what.

After what probably was about half a minute of relaxed anticipation, I
gradually became aware of some pressure in my belly. Slowly I started to
realize what kept me from going inside and visiting the toilet. It
immediately led to a big blush on my cheeks, and I felt the tingling creep
upwards over my spine. Should I? After all the precautions I had taken, it
seemed so awfully silly to screw it up by stupidly standing here. Still, I
wouldn't move. I just did not want to. I had visions of what happened last
time, with the wonderful feeling of warm liquid running through my pants,
and realized that I actually could enjoy it again. By doing nothing. I only
had to wait, and everything would come by itself. I had prepared myself for
it, dressed up for it, postponed it, waited for it... everything was in
place. Nobody would notice. And then I realised with a shock that my mother
probably even *expected* to find some wet clothes in the laundry basket
tomorrow. I was *expected* to wet myself. My heart skipped a beat as wild
fantasies crossed my mind.

So that was it. Now I knew what I wanted to do. And I decided that that was
exactly what would happen. Now.

I checked my long skirt and pulled it up at the belt, so I could feel the
smooth fabric touching my legs from my upper thighs almost down to my
ankles. I took a deep breath, and prepared myself for the inevitable. The
tingling feeling came down again, went right through my back towards my
belly, and then sank into my crotch. I sighed and imagined my pink panties
deep under my skirt. I really wanted to do it now. I really wanted it. I
even started helping it. Unbelievably, I was actively trying to wet my
panties and enjoyed it! Being almost there, I opened up my purse that still
hung around my right shoulder and started looking for something irrelevant.
Almost there. Quick glance to the left and right. Nobody. Very close.
Almost there. In a sudden wave of naughty pleasure, I felt my body
anticipating the event by moving my legs a bit apart. I did not do it
myself, it must have been some deeply-rooted instinct. I looked down to my
boots, which were parted for about twenty centimeters now, and with a smile
I put them further apart. Twenty-five centimeters. I rummaged in my purse,
and found a little mirror. Still not enough. Thirty centimeters! A nail
clipper. Never before I had been so close to wet panties. I really wanted
to wee through them, to get myself a wet crotch, to play that I got caught
again and could not help it. I had just stepped off my bike and was just
looking in my purse for my keys. By coincidence, I had my legs forty
centimeters apart now. My skirt gracefully flowed down my legs, and I
felt very excited, very attractive, and very determined.

Finally, all my urges became too strong to resist them. I jumped up slightly,
and when my boots touched the ground again they were sixty centimeters
apart. My instinct told me that that was sufficient, and I hurried to put
the things back in my purse. While I closed the purse's flap, I put my left
hand in my left side and let my right elbow rest on my purse. My smooth,
long skirt moved slightly in the breeze. Almost there. Almost. Casually I
looked down the street, and tightly grasped my purse. Almost.

There.

While my legs started to tremble a bit, I had the familiar experience of my
belly melting, and this time I knew exactly what was going on under my
skirt. Calmly and steadily, I let my warm liquid enter my pink panties and
just enjoyed it. They spread the warmth around my crotch, and I noticed the
moment floating by that I could not possibly deny to myself what was
happening anymore. I was weeing through my pants, and I was not holding
back. Actually, I started pushing. While my pink panties still managed to
absorb the pee, I took a deep breath and wetted myself thoroughly. I could
hear the soft hissing sound under my long blue skirt, and hummed from
delight. Soon a tiny stream dropped down onto the concrete pavement, and I
could not help but look down to my skirt. It moved a bit in the wind,
covering up every sign of what was happening. While I got more and more
excited, my pee now really started to gush out and a complete waterfall
clattered down between my boots. I vaguely thought about the noise alarming
somebody, but then drifted away again on the breeze, floating on my self-
made ocean, with a wonderful, cosy secret lovingly covered up by the big
sail. This was the first time I actually enjoyed wetting myself. I had
chosen to do it, and it had not dissapointed me. It was heaven.

After what seemed really a long time, I finally finished, and took a moment
to assess the situation. I was standing on our front place, dressed for a
party, with my legs spread out and just having peed my panties like a
child. It was absolutely the most relaxing and exciting thing that until
then had happened to me, and I really wished there was more to add to the
moist in my panties. I stooped forward a bit, and with a last tension of my
muscles I managed to get a last wave of pee into my panties. Then I stepped
backward, pulling my boots together and deeply enjoying the tiny streams of
liquid that spiraled down my legs. The puddle on the ground was
considerably larger than when I had peed my jeans. No wonder; my tiny
panties really were not comparable to the massive amount of fabric that got
soaked last time. I sighed and went inside. Feeling horny, I switched off
the toilet's light (no need for that today anymore!) and went up the
stairs. Everybody was asleep already.

In the bathroom, I looked at myself in the full-length mirror and turned
left and right. Nothing showed, really, except for a few drops on my boots.
Reluctantly I removed my skirt, to reveal that my panties were deep pink
from between my legs until halfway up my waist, both in the front and back.
I couldn't help to look at myself in the mirror again. Wet panties were not
only good to wear for the feeling they gave you, but they looked
incredibly sexy, I found. Quickly I slipped out of my blouse and boots, and
took off everything except my panties. Knowing that my parents *knew* that
I had wet myself, I did not bother to lock the door of the bathroom, and
with the obviously pissed panties still on I opened the hot tap and let the
water reach the correct temperature. While the shower still ran, I left the
bathroom and went into my bedroom to get my night gown. I hoped that my
mother would appear and see me, but she stayed in bed. Back in the
bathroom I took the shower head and directed it away from me, stepped into
the shower, and spread my legs again. This time, I would see it myself.

My panties became a bit darker between my legs, and soon a small stream ran
down. Of course I had very little pee left, and I was dissapointed when it
died out quickly. Slowly, I let the shower head coming up between my legs,
and directed it to my crotch. The warm water soaked into the fabric and
excited my sensitive parts in a great way. I let the water reach every part
of my panties that were wet already, but not more. Not that very much of
them remained dry, but still enough. After having rinsed myself clean
enough this way, I washed my legs and feet, and stopped the tap. I dried my
legs with a towel, and put on my night gown over my soaking wet panties. In
the mirror, nothing could be seen... yet. With the exciting garment around
my bum, I brushed my teeth and enjoyed the irregular drops between my bare
feet. Finally, I went to my bedroom and closed the door. My bed waited. I
pushed the blankets to one side, let myself down on my back, and while
carefully pulling my night gown down over my wet panties, I replaced the
blankets.

I felt my night gown absorbing the wetness of my panties, and pressed it in
my crotch with both hands. Anyone seeing me now would know that I had wet
my bed. This thought excited me in such a way that I spread my legs a bit,
pulled up my knees, and started to finger myself through my wet gown and
panties. I came fast and hard, quickly dozed away, and slept very well
that night, having wonderful dreams.

Next morning, I woke up early and found out that I was dry again. It was
seven o'clock, and I had the time to relax a bit before coming out of bed.
Of course, my first thing to do was to check for the need to pee. And of
course I had to. Blushing, I rolled onto my back, spread my legs and pulled
up my knees, and waited. I could wet my bed and nobody would ask questions.
Would I? A bit worried I thought about my mother who would have to clean up
the mess. My clothes and the sheets where not the problem, but the mattress
was unprotected and would get very wet. I remained in wetting position for
a few minutes, came quite close to do it, but eventually backed out for
respect of my mother. But then, something else was possible. Quickly I got
out of bed, hurried to the bathroom and sat down onto the toilet. I pulled
my night gown out of the way, spread my knees, and eagerly looked down to
the pink triangle between my legs. Starting was much easier now, and soon a
dark spot appeared. It grew quickly, and before I realized it, I was weeing
through my panties at full power. While holding up my gown with one hand, I
used the other to massage my clit through the wet fabric, and while still
wetting my panties, I had the most intense orgasm ever.

Later, I showered (panties still on) and dressed in my skirt again. Having
a standing lunch, I prepared for the day, and I have been very happy since,
knowing that a slight medical problem could lead to great pleasure.

Victorian Values - Chapter 8

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Posted by Toby on September 10, 1999 at 10:56
Hello all,
It's nice to be near the beginning of a new board.Felicity's adventure continues with Chapter 8 in which she becomes acquainted with some new friends...!
Regards,
Toby
Chapter VIII - The Village Fair.
Its was soon Sunday and the day of the village fair. Unsurprisingly they had not heard a peep from Mrs Tirde since that last meeting at the house. Nevertheless the village fair was an event not to be missed and Georgina and Felicity dressed in their fine summer frocks. Felicity was unsure of herself that day as Georgina had suggested that they indulge themselves in company who were otherwise unaware of their interests.

"Don't concern yourself Felicity "said Georgina soothingly, "the herbs will prevent anyone becoming aware of your fun and your dress will surely hide any visible signs".
"I know," said Felicity, feeling very unsure of herself. "But I don't know if I can hide the expression on my face as I ease the hard lumps into my knickers".
"Well why not try, or at least watch me" she smiled.
"I might just watch this time" agreed Felicity "I may acquire the nerve to do it myself another time".
The fair was in the midst of activity when the ladies arrived, and Georgina was pleased to see her friend Cathy from London who was visiting her aunt much in the same way as Felicity. However, whereas Cathy was very much into filling her knickers with lovely warm lumps, her aunt was not and so her stay so far had involved some abstinence. Cathy was a pretty girl of twenty-two years with long blonde hair and mischievous blue eyes. She struck up an immediate friendship with Felicity and was so excited by the tales of what they had been up to since Felicity arrived.
"Why Georgina" said Cathy her eyes wide with disbelief, " you two have had a most eventful time I do so wish I could have joined you".
"Perhaps you can" said Georgina her eyes focussed away from the group. "For I do believe I am going to hold a party next weekend". Felicity looked at her with a puzzled expression for she had mentioned nothing to her and she believed she might have confided in her first.
"You haven't said anything before" queried Felicity. Georgina's eyes were still on the distance.
"That's because I didn't know he was here," she said. The two other girls traced her line of sight until it fell upon the most handsome and dashing man Felicity had ever seen. He was resplendent in his bright red military uniform with gold braid and silver buttons. He was a sight to behold. He appeared to be looking amongst the crowd and Felicity watched him scan the gathering until his eyes came to rest on their group. He smiled and made his way directly over to them.
He was a fine looking man with a quick smile and it got broader as he neared them.
"My dear Georgina" he exclaimed as he reached them. "You are as beautiful as ever." Victorian etiquette dissuaded any more affectionate moves between them but it was clear to Felicity that they were more intimate than it appeared. They looked deep into each other's eyes and he barely noticed the two attractive young girls by her side.
"It's about time you returned," said Georgina with a knowing smile. "I've had to make alternative arrangements for my entertainment for far too long". Richard Arcey looked at her and the other two girls.
"Do not worry Richard" said Georgina reading his mind "May I introduce my niece Felicity and my friend Cathy" she lowered her voice to a stage whisper " They are enlightened and enthusiastic participants in our favourite pastime". Richard smiled and gently kissed each of their hands.
"Ladies, I am delighted to make your acquaintance"
Felicity and Cathy excused themselves to take a walk around the fair and to allow Richard and Georgina a little privacy. The conversation quickly came around to the subject of wetting and dirtying one's knickers. They were aware that they had to stop and start their conversation due to the proximity of the crowd.
"I must say that I have had to withhold my pleasure for so long that I cannot wait to indulge. My little hole is quite damp now at the thought of it," said Cathy.
"Have you ever done it in a public place?" enquired Felicity.
"Yes I have actually" admitted Cathy "We were on a boat in the river and Mama and her friends were there too. I was desperate to go and fortunately I had taken some of Georgina's herbs to help disguise my little mess. We were a sitting on the seats when I felt the urge. The seat held it for a few pushes but I realised that I would have to let it out or I would surely burst. I surreptitiously lifted my bottom off the seat on one side and waited for my tummy to start contracting. Soon enough I felt the tip nudging out and pushing above the hard wooden seat then a huge push came from nowhere and quite took my breath away. I nearly gave a big grunt, which would have surely given me away, but instead I was speechless as a long warm soft pile oozed out into my knickers and spread between my legs. After two more pushes I was full and I carefully sat down squeezing that lovely warm mess up my bottom and along my thighs."
"Did you not get discovered?" asked Felicity.
"Oh no, I looked away from everyone so that my face wouldn't give me away." Said Cathy. She looked around her.
"Why don't we go behind one of the marquees and fill our knickers here, She said wickedly "I could easily push some nice lumps into my gusset." Felicity looked around her, well it was quite busy but no one would notice two young ladies in quiet conversation. Why not, she concluded.
The girls walked behind the large tent at the furthest point from the main area. It was shady and it felt quite secure considering, Cathy held her arm and looked about to make sure the coast was clear.
"Here goes, " said Cathy excitedly. She bit her lip and screwed up her eyes and gave a little grunt. She smiled and opened her eyes. Felicity watched as her eyes got wider. She shifted her position to balance and brace herself for the onslaught. Then she gave a hard breathless grunt and Felicity felt her grip tighten on her arm and her tummy contracted. The faint squelching sound emanated from beneath Cathy's dress as she gave two more hard pushes before catching her breath.
"Oh that feels so nice" she gasped, "So warm and soft just sliding underneath me. Mmmm. Come on Felicity your turn now." Felicity was still unsure with a little trepidation she looked about before parting her thighs and squatting slighlty. She gave a hard push looking at Cathy as she did so. Cathy smiled.
"Good girl come on push harder" she said. For a split second Felicity felt she was two years old again. The she felt that familiar movement.
"It's coming," she said almost whispering. Felicity felt the hard tip push out of her little hole and touch the soft cotton of her knickers. Then the big push forced the lump down into her gusset. She felt it sliding down her thigh before it moved along and between her legs easing gently along her body. She forced out another lump, which squashed itself against her. Then she felt herself leak a little as she let a few drops of pee escape. She pushed again and signed as the warm water gushed into her knickers and ran in lovely warm torrents down her thighs and legs to complete the sensation of pleasure.
The young man had just relieved himself in the bushes and fastened up his flap. He made to go back but heard two female voices whispering. He looked through the bushes and saw too pretty young ladies, one with thick auburn hair and a fair-haired girl. They looked to be in collusion about something or other then he noticed the fair-haired one she was up to something and yes, he had seen this before. This little beauty was filling her knickers with her poo. He watched with fascination as she grunted her way into laying a nice pile into her soft cotton gusset. What colour would her knickers be? White? Pink? Well they would be a little brown by now but wait. The girl with the auburn hair was gong to do it too. There was no mistaking her posture, legs wide enough to allow the firm lump to slide out into her little gusset.
He fingered the hard front to his trousers as he heard the sticky squelching as this attractive young girl push some lovely hard lumps into her knickers. What damn good luck!
Then the blonde girl walked off leaving the darker-haired one there. He couldn't resist a challenge.
"I'm just going to clean myself up," whispered Cathy "for I fear I shall pong a little soon without the aid of the herbs. I must renew my supply from Georgina before I depart." With that Cathy disappeared.
Felicity stood for a moment feeling the delight of the warm mess against her skin. Suddenly an arm grabbed her waist and a head rested on her shoulder. She opened her mouth to scream but a hand covered it.
"Hello my little beauty, I've seen what you've been up too and I won't tell anyone if you don't make a fuss." The hand came away and Felicity caught her breath. Her heart beat faster as the arm still gripped her slender waist and she felt a hand slide down to the full load in her knickers.
"Mmm that's a nice soft pile in there," said the voice. He sounded young but not malevolent. In fact Felicity decided he sounded damn cheeky and impudent.
"What do you want sir" she said trying to sound as if she was in control.
"Only to indulge in your soft delights in return for my silence," said the man. With that he pressed the lump squeezing the still warm mess against Felicity's bottom causing it to ooze between her clamped thighs. She gasped at his cheek as she felt the warmth spread over her skin.
"Why you impudent young sir" she said scoldingly beginning to realise that she was enjoying the sensation.
"Why my dear if you think this is impudent then what is your opinion of that?" he moved her hand to the front of his trousers whereupon she encountered the long hard unmistakable lump of his manhood. Felicity began to mellow as he continued to massage the contents of her knickers over her thighs and bottom.
"Well sir I may not think it impudent if you can wield it with some skill." Said Felicity.
"That I can my dear" he said and without letting go of her he began to nibble her ears and neck. Felicity felt her heart beat faster as she concluded that she was going to be ravished by this young buck without apparently seeing his face. His free hand lifted the backs of her skirts and Felicity found herself bending forwards and to her surprise she was still eagerly rubbing his quite hard member. He deftly undid his trousers and fumbled at her gusset tearing a hole just large enough for his intrusion, which Felicity felt nudging at her entrance a short time later. She leant froward unable to see her assailant as he pushed his pole inside her sliding slickly into her warm wet tunnel.
"Oh you naughty boy" she gasped, guessing his youth by now. "Now fill me up hard if you're half the man you claim to be." This did the trick he thrust deeper into her pliant body as she felt her eyes widen at the size and length of his pole. He was truly well endowed. She was bent over supported only by his hands. She could have turned to face him but it was more exciting not to look, not to see the face of her invisible tormentor. At this thought she felt her self tingle and soon she was writhing in the throes of a mighty spend. Soon after he jerked and Felicity felt a warm infusion explode inside her.
He slid out quickly letting go of Felicity. She regained her balance and turned around to catch sight of him, but he was too quick. The bushes swayed showing where he had dived into them but he was gone.
"Shall we go back to join Georgina," said Cathy from behind her. Felicity turned and regained her composure.
"Are you alright Felicity," asked Cathy.
"Yes I am perfectly alright," said Felicity. She smoothed down her dress and took Cathy's arm as they made their way back to the throng of the fair.
"Ahh there you are" said Georgina "we wondered what you've been up too" she said knowingly. Cathy giggled and Felicity smiled still a little moved by her experience.
"I'd like you to meet Richard's younger brother, Felicity this is Ben Arcey" she said indicating a young man with his back to them. On hearing himself introduced he turned around. The look of shock on his face was unmistakable, he looked Felicity up and down and turned bright red.
"P-Pleased to meet you ladies" he said shakily. Felicity looked at him harshly, there was no mistaking that voice. She held her hand out for him to kiss.
"Why sir, I do believe we are already acquainted," she said

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