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There's a knock on the door, and I see through the peep hole that it's you. It's Friday night, and you've just arrived for the weekend. You're standing there in your jeans and high boots, fidgeting back and forth. I can tell that you have to pee bad.
I turn the lock and open the door. Our eyes meet and we both just smile. As you enter the apartment I immediately push you against the hallway wall. We kiss long and hard as i shut the door. As soon as it's closed you bring my hand up your thigh and place it between your legs. It's warm, and you go still.
You open your eyes and look right at me, but it's like you don"t see me at all. Your mind is totally preoccupied. Your jaw drops slightly, and I feel the first bit of warm pee dampen the denim in your crotch. The smile returns to your face, and you moaning softly in my ear as you let your warm pee flood into your pants.
Thus begins our weekend of not using the toilet at all.
After dinner and drinks we adjourn to the living room to watch a movie. We've both changed into comfy t-shirts and PJ bottoms.
About half way through the film i hear a faint hissing sound. I look over to see you sitting there on the couch, an ever-so-small smile creeping over your face. You're just sitting there, pissing into the sofa, like it's the most normal thing in the world. Later, we fuck in the wet spot.
The next morning we're lying in bed, the both of us in just t-shirts and underwear. you look over at me and tell me you have to pee. But you make no attempt to use the toilet or even get out of bed. You just look up at me, smile and say softly, "I'm going," as you relieve yourself into the unprotected mattress.
I smile and hold your hand as you finish emptying yourself in the bed. Then I climb on top of you, kissing you softly -- your neck, your ear, your mouth -- as you lay in your warm, wet puddle. You can feel my stiff cock pressing against your panties. I lean forward and whisper in your ear, "I'm going too," and you feel my warm pee soak into your panties, gush over your pussy, and in the bed under you.
At the breakfast table we're both just talking, having coffee, reading the paper. You go quiet, and I look up from the metro section and see you just staring blankly at the page in front of you.
"Wow," you say, "I really have to use the toilet."
"Well, you know the rules," I reply wryly.
"You know what I have to do," you inquire.
"Uh huh."
A big smile comes across your face. "You're so bad."
You slide forward in the chair, look up at me briefly, then gaze down again. When your jaw drops i can tell that you're using your pants as your toilet.
"Fuck, this feels so good!" you say, moving back in your chair, squishing your mess all over the inside of your panties.
"I bet," I reply, and then take you by the hand and lead you into the bedroom.
I lay you down on the wet bed, and you feel the mess in your pants squish further from your asshole. Climbing on top of you, I kiss you and press myself into your crotch.
"I'm gonna go in my pants too," I say as our kissing becomes heavier.
"Do it," you reply.
It doesn't take long at all. I relax, and in about 5 seconds I'm filling my briefs with a warm, soft load.
I piss too, and it soaks all through the front of my pants, into your pants, and pools down by your ass. My pee turns the shit in your pants into a hot wet mess. We fuck in it for an hour.
In the afternoon we visit the art museums, get dinner downtown and see a show -- all in diapers. That night we fuck in bed, the soaked diapers still on us.
The next morning we're again laying in bed, just fooling around, laughing, wondering if anyone noticed we were in diapers the night before. The sunlight is streaming in and it's a perfect sunday morning.
"Listen," you say. "i really gotta use the toilet."
"Me too!" I reply, pulling you on top of me. You feel great against me, your soft panties, soft hair, soft skin.
"Just do it in your panties, right here on top of me, right here in bed," I say.
You give me a look like your thinking about it. "it is true," you say, "we haven't used the toilet all weekend. But should we be this dirty in bed?"
You kiss me, long and slow on the mouth. You pull away a bit, look me in the eye, and a big smile comes across your face."OK."
You go completely still. Your breathing gets deeper and i can feel your heart racing. You look me right in the eye. You close your eyes and bite your lower lip. When your jaw drops and you moan softly, I can tell that you're feeling your warm, soft poo moving past your ass and into your panties.
I turn the lock and open the door. Our eyes meet and we both just smile. As you enter the apartment I immediately push you against the hallway wall. We kiss long and hard as i shut the door. As soon as it's closed you bring my hand up your thigh and place it between your legs. It's warm, and you go still.
You open your eyes and look right at me, but it's like you don"t see me at all. Your mind is totally preoccupied. Your jaw drops slightly, and I feel the first bit of warm pee dampen the denim in your crotch. The smile returns to your face, and you moaning softly in my ear as you let your warm pee flood into your pants.
Thus begins our weekend of not using the toilet at all.
After dinner and drinks we adjourn to the living room to watch a movie. We've both changed into comfy t-shirts and PJ bottoms.
About half way through the film i hear a faint hissing sound. I look over to see you sitting there on the couch, an ever-so-small smile creeping over your face. You're just sitting there, pissing into the sofa, like it's the most normal thing in the world. Later, we fuck in the wet spot.
The next morning we're lying in bed, the both of us in just t-shirts and underwear. you look over at me and tell me you have to pee. But you make no attempt to use the toilet or even get out of bed. You just look up at me, smile and say softly, "I'm going," as you relieve yourself into the unprotected mattress.
I smile and hold your hand as you finish emptying yourself in the bed. Then I climb on top of you, kissing you softly -- your neck, your ear, your mouth -- as you lay in your warm, wet puddle. You can feel my stiff cock pressing against your panties. I lean forward and whisper in your ear, "I'm going too," and you feel my warm pee soak into your panties, gush over your pussy, and in the bed under you.
At the breakfast table we're both just talking, having coffee, reading the paper. You go quiet, and I look up from the metro section and see you just staring blankly at the page in front of you.
"Wow," you say, "I really have to use the toilet."
"Well, you know the rules," I reply wryly.
"You know what I have to do," you inquire.
"Uh huh."
A big smile comes across your face. "You're so bad."
You slide forward in the chair, look up at me briefly, then gaze down again. When your jaw drops i can tell that you're using your pants as your toilet.
"Fuck, this feels so good!" you say, moving back in your chair, squishing your mess all over the inside of your panties.
"I bet," I reply, and then take you by the hand and lead you into the bedroom.
I lay you down on the wet bed, and you feel the mess in your pants squish further from your asshole. Climbing on top of you, I kiss you and press myself into your crotch.
"I'm gonna go in my pants too," I say as our kissing becomes heavier.
"Do it," you reply.
It doesn't take long at all. I relax, and in about 5 seconds I'm filling my briefs with a warm, soft load.
I piss too, and it soaks all through the front of my pants, into your pants, and pools down by your ass. My pee turns the shit in your pants into a hot wet mess. We fuck in it for an hour.
In the afternoon we visit the art museums, get dinner downtown and see a show -- all in diapers. That night we fuck in bed, the soaked diapers still on us.
The next morning we're again laying in bed, just fooling around, laughing, wondering if anyone noticed we were in diapers the night before. The sunlight is streaming in and it's a perfect sunday morning.
"Listen," you say. "i really gotta use the toilet."
"Me too!" I reply, pulling you on top of me. You feel great against me, your soft panties, soft hair, soft skin.
"Just do it in your panties, right here on top of me, right here in bed," I say.
You give me a look like your thinking about it. "it is true," you say, "we haven't used the toilet all weekend. But should we be this dirty in bed?"
You kiss me, long and slow on the mouth. You pull away a bit, look me in the eye, and a big smile comes across your face."OK."
You go completely still. Your breathing gets deeper and i can feel your heart racing. You look me right in the eye. You close your eyes and bite your lower lip. When your jaw drops and you moan softly, I can tell that you're feeling your warm, soft poo moving past your ass and into your panties.
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