Greetings from an old poster

[mjmurra]

First off, happy hollidays to all. I am not sure how many people remember me, as I haven't posted in a few years and disappeared quite suddenly. Well, I've been around, lurking as always. I wish I had a chance to get on more, post some more stories, but I simply haven't had the opportunity. Here's the rub: I live with the love of my life, and much like many others in the world, we've been hard-off financially in the last few years, having to stay at her parent's house after we graduated from college to save up some money. Definitely a bit embarassing to have to live at my gf's parents' house, but you gotta do what you gotta do, right?
Needless to say, it's a bit difficult to write stories and find time to socialize with the few people who share some of the same tastes as I. I am lucky if I get five minutes of alone time, let alone enough time to write a story. And to top it off, I'm a terrible procrastinator anyway. Double whammy! But, for those who were concerned, I am not dead, ill, or anything else. Simply restricted by the realities of my situation.
I suppose the gist of my post is two-fold:
1) if anyone has any suggestions as to how I can get some alone time to write, I will be more than happy to hear them
2) thank you everyone who posts, reads, and continues to visit sites like this and others that are similar because it is a wonderful, welcome respite to the doldrums of the mundane sexual fantasies and desires that usually populate people's private and internet lives. Nothing wrong with vanilla, but some of us always reach for the chocolate
I hope everyone is doing well, and I desperately hope I can get back on more often. Have a great day, one and all.

[Narada]

Hey! Long time no see. I'm still waiting for the next part of your Sammy stories! If you're having trouble with alone time, do what I used to do: go to the library! Free internet access for two hours! I'm sure you could bang out some stories there. I sure did.

Hope to hear from you again soon.

[progpoop]

Dude, I remember you from the old board. I LOVE your Sammy stories, and have been hoping that you would show up again eventually. I certainly hope you get back to the writing soon, as you were one of the very few really great scat writers on the board. I'm glad you're still kicking, and even if you don't do any writing, thanks for the contributions you have made, and I'm glad you're doing okay(ish).

[mjmurra]

Well I certainly do appreciate the kind words my friends. I wish it was as simple as heading off to the library, I really do. But...I think I've been to the library like four times total in my life, so it'd certainly be a bit suspicious Oh well, I really hope I can find a time to finish up the Sammy series. Part 6 is about 55% done, but has been for years! Oh woe is me. I could post the first half if anybody wants it. Narada, you can finish it off even if you'd like You seem to be more dedicated to the cause than I, and I certainly do thank you for that!

But anyway, it was good to get in touch again with some of you. As I said yesterday, love everything that goes on here, and I am glad that our little corner of the internet is still chugging along. Until next time - ciao.

[Narada]

You can totally post the first half of the Sammy part 6(?) story if you wish. I did actually consider finishing the story from the outline you provided, but it's lost to the mists of time. I do hope you can finish it someday--don't be a stranger! Feel free to shoot me an e-mail every now and again.

[toocold]

After years of lurking on Wetset, I had to take the time to register just to urge you to post what you have of the Sammy story - the best pooping story I've ever read!

So far as finding time to write - it can be tricky (I've written a bunch of stories in the past). You need a laptop and your partner needs a distracting hobby!

[mjmurra]

Dammit I get it now. My posts are too long. Please ignore any blank posts from me Anyway, I just wanted to say thank you to everyone for all of the positive words. It definitely means a lot to me and I am thankful for everyone's continued posts. Well, here is part of Sammy 6. I finished the first 2/3 and the very end, but Narada my man, if you'd like to fill in the gap, I would be completely honored. Also, if anybody happens to have parts 1-5, I would love to get a hold of them again. Well, here we go, after years of hibernation, parts of Sammy 6:

Sammy turned the faucet on as Steph grabbed a couple of towels, walking seductively over and tossing them on the floor. The girls had cleaned up the best they could, moving into the shower to finish the job. Sammy slid the door shut behind them, the foggy glass filtering the light. Steph tilted her head back, letting the water run through her hair. She moaned softly, feeling the hot fluid wash down her skin.

Reaching over and grabbing a lufa, Sammy squeezed some moisturizing body wash into it, lathering it up. She reached around the front of Steph, gently gliding the slippery soap over her wet flesh. Steph put her hand on top of Sammy’s steering it over her tits, across her neck, over her stomach…slowly she helped Sammy to wash her, between her legs, her pussy, her ass. Sammy coated her with suds, watching as the water washed away bits and pieces, leaving foamy remains which soon disappeared down the drain.

Steph pulled Sammy’s hand away. “I owe you. I want to try this. Please don’t be mad if I suck. I may need your help…just…just show me what to do.” Sammy smiled at her, comforting her, helping guide her hands. She squeezed out some body wash, letting it drizzle between her tits. Steph didn’t need any help just yet, moving the soft sponge like a pro.

“Mmm…v-very good so far. You sure you’ve never done this?” Sammy leaned against the wall, her legs spread slightly, hands over Steph’s. She felt the sponge glide over her tits, over her stomach, suds pooling in her navel. Steph looked up at her, wet strands of hair sticking to her forehead, her cheeks. Sammy knew what she wanted and sat down on one of the ledges in the shower, spreading her legs further.

Steph stared for a few moments, taking it in. She’d never really looked at another girl like this, up close, so personal. Sammy’s pussy was completely bald, her swollen pink lips peaking out in anticipation. Steph let her tits lightly rub over Sammy’s cunt, feeling her hard nipple press over her clit. She kissed her tummy, tasting the water running down, feeling it splash all over her back. The bathroom was steaming up, white pillows of vapor filling the room.

Steph did it. For the first time in her life. Steph tasted a woman. She placed her lips lightly on Sammy’s clit, kissing it, whispering with soft warm breath. Sammy shuddered and grabbed Steph’s hair, holding her, letting her know through her motions that she was enjoying it. Steph lapped her tongue out, running it over Sammy’s slit. It was awkward, a tentative step into a whole new world. Sammy giggled lightly, amazed at how a few short weeks have completely changed her life. “Yessssss…just like that. You’re doing good. Very good.”

Steph picked up the pace, letting her tongue lightly flick on Sammy’s hard button. Raising her hips slightly, Sammy spread her lips wide, completely exposing her pussy to Steph’s tongue. Quicker and quicker Steph licked, feeling her mouth glide over Sammy’s juices like a warm ice cream cone. She was tasting a woman, could smell her sweet, musky scent.

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Sammy put her knees over Steph’s shoulders, arching her back, pressing her mound firmly against Steph’s lips. She could feel herself cumming, small seismic waves rippling through her body, exploding out of her fingertips. Sammy screamed loudly as Steph pulled back slightly, a string of saliva stretching from her lip to Sammy’s pussy. Pulling Steph into her with her legs, Sammy forced her to continue, all the way through her orgasm, finishing her off as the warmth sizzled in her body.

Sammy slowly opened her eyes and looked down at Steph, giggling slightly. There was a moment of silence, the shower providing the only bit of sound. “Did…did I do OK?” Sammy smiled at Steph and scooted her body down, taking her head in her hands. She leaned in and kissed passionately, running her tongue along Steph’s, tasting her own pussy on her breath. She bit Steph’s lip as she pulled back, watching it slip from between her teeth. “I take that as a yes?” Both girls started giggling as Sammy grabbed the showerhead, moving it down between Steph’s legs.

“Your turn.”

Sammy listened as Steph snored. It was cute, little inhalations of breath through her nose. The clock read 3:33, dead silence filling the dark atmosphere of the room. She smiled, staring up at the ceiling, slowly blinking. Her eyelids grew heavy, her body tired from the night. Sammy thought of the dance club, thought of peeing in public, of Steph’s body. She thought of how they filled their panties, loaded them in front of each other. She blinked more, eyelids heavier, room shading away. She thought of their kiss. Of how Steph smelled, of how she tasted…

Sammy looked in her rear-view mirror as the red and blue lights flashed. “Fuck! I can’t afford another speeding ticket. I just want to get out of this fucking heat!” Puddles of invisible water shimmered on the road stretching infinitely out ahead. The air was distorted, thick and heavy with the heat of the sun off of the hood of her car. Sammy reached down and fiddled with the air conditioning, slamming her hand in disgust at the non-responsive controls. She looked back in the mirror, watching as the female cop radioed from her driver’s seat. “Oh great. Probably a dyke bitch. Just hurry the fuck up.”

The parched land was desperate for water. Tilted buttes and iron spires stabbed the empty sky, white with the unimaginable heat of the sun. Plants dead on the outside clung in sparse clusters to their sandy homes, burning wind chiming through their vacant leaves. Red and orange rocks dotted the fiery lunar landscape, disappearing and reappearing in exotic mirages, providing the only companionship to the lonely plants and creatures living here.

Sammy rolled down all of her windows, leaning back. Her skin stuck like Velcro to the leather seats, peeling slowly off of her as she attempted to move. Every cloud was burnt away, no shade apparent anywhere. She pulled out her insurance card, tapping it in an irritated fashion on the steering wheel. The sun screamed off of Sammy’s mirror as the cop got out, walking towards her through the heat.

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Sammy looked up at her as she spoke. “License and insurance please.” Sammy held them out, trying to act as innocent as possible. Beads of sweat ran down her temples, splashing on her upper shoulders. “You know how fast you were going?” The female officer was unlike any Sammy had ever seen. Her auburn hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail, her reflective shades mirroring Sammy’s image. Her light blue shirt was tight against her ample tits, top two buttons open. The short while in the air caused her flesh to glisten lightly with sweat. She was beautiful…unbelievably beautiful.

“I uh…I’m not sure. 55?” Sammy fidgeted nervously, anxious to get moving. Her skin was warm, her body tingling with strange, erotic feelings. She could feel the sweat run down her inner thighs now, cooling lightly on her hot flesh. She was dressed for the weather, wearing tight cutoff jean shorts that covered her no more than panties would. Sammy’s firm breasts were covered by a lime green bikini top, loosely tied in the back.

“Try twice that.” The female officer leaned down even further, her eyes hidden behind her sunglasses. Luckily for Sammy she was wearing sunglasses as well, and could easily divert her attention to the abundant cleavage right in front of her. She could feel her stomach tense with nervousness, her pussy dampen with the view of the police woman’s tremendous tits. “As I am sure you are well aware, traveling at such a speed is beyond reckless. Unfortunately, you leave me with very few choices here. Could you step out of the car please ma’am?

Sammy fumbled with the door handle, slowly popping it open and stepping out into the sunlight. The furnace-like heat was worse out here than in the car, the sun staring down with an intense glare. “Please…I-I don’t know what to say…I’m sorry, I really am. I’m just trying to get out of the heat. I’ve got a long way to go and…” Sammy felt her stomach tighten further, a huge weight shifting in her bowels. “…and I uhh…I’ve gotta use the restroom.” Sammy put on the best innocent appearance she could, sticking out her lower lip and squirming slightly.

“Please step around to the front of the vehicle.”

“Honestly – I don’t think this is necessary. I was just speeding.” Sammy complied with the officer, knowing that something was different. Something was definitely off about what was transpiring.

The police officer grabbed Sammy’s arms and pulled them behind her back, bending her over at the waist on the hood of the car. She gasped as the cold steel of the handcuffs clasped around her hot wrists. The police officer paused, leaning down towards Sammy’s cheeks, whispering lightly. “Prove it.”

“Wait. What? I don’t understand. Please, I didn’t do anything.” Sammy looked over her shoulder, the dry wind tossling her damp hair across her face.

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“Prove it.” The police officer stepped back, looking at Sammy from behind her impenetrable sunglasses. Sammy could feel her staring, could sense her eyes piercing into her.

“Prove what? Seriously, I don’t understand. What the fuck?!?”

Sammy looked at the officer, her face frozen in a stunned expression. The golden-red haired police woman held her finger to her lip, silently signaling for Sammy to be quiet as she slowly slid her night stick up her inner thigh. “I want you to prove it to me. You said you had to use the restroom. So prove it to me. If that’s really why you were in a hurry of course.” She slid the baton further up Sammy’s thigh, lightly letting it hover between her legs, over her jean shorts.

Sammy could feel her legs weaken, her inner lips start to swell with the sexual stimulation. “Is-is this some sort of joke?” She felt the hot metal of her car press into her tits as she was forcefully pushed forward. It burned her, but the sensation was in no way painful.

“Does it seem like I’m joking? Prove it.” She ran the baton harder between Sammy’s legs, sliding it back and forth, pulling up against her. “Show me how bad you have to go. Show me that it was worth it, driving down my highways with such reckless abandon. Prove it to me. Unless of course you want to take a ride back into town with me.”

Sammy searched for words, searched for something to say to get out of this situation. She felt uneasy, confused, horrified, and above all else, extremely turned on. She could feel the crotch of her white thong panties growing more and more slippery with each passing second, could feel the swelling of her lips, the increased sensitivity…she could almost smell herself.

The police officer leaned forward, her cherry lips inches from Sammy’s right ear. She breathed in deeply, tasting the air around Sammy’s body, a faint hint of sweat and suntan lotion. “What…” she pulled her night stick hard against Sammy’s cutoffs. “…are…” Harder. “…you…” HARDER. “…waiting…” HARDER! “…for?” She brushed Sammy’s hair away from the back of her neck, kissing it lightly. Her hands slowly untied Sammy’s bikini top, letting the strings drop down her sides.

Sammy’s stomach tightened again as the cop kissed her upper back. She could feel the weight of the police woman’s breasts on her back, could feel how firm they were through the thin material of her shirt. Sammy pushed lightly, feeling a movement inside of her. She shouldn’t be doing this. She knew her rights, and this was definitely a violation of them. But she needed to…as if she had no other choice. Sammy could feel the cop’s hands on the back of her legs now, could feel her placing kisses on her jean-covered ass.

Sammy didn’t know what else to do…didn’t have any other options. She let her muscles loose, feeling a small spurt of pee flow into her tiny panties, quickly forming a dark blue spot on her shorts. “I’m sure you had to go worse than that…” Sammy pushed harder, a dancing stream of piss running down her right thigh and splashing on the fiery asphalt. She could feel tiny drops splash on her lower ankles, a refreshing bit of cool in the otherwise inescapable heat. Sammy moaned softly, closing her eyes and putting her head down on the hood. Once again she was aware of how hot the hood was, how the metal should be burning her, but for some reason it wasn’t…as though it wasn’t real, wasn’t there…

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“Now that’s a good girl. I knew you had to go more…that you weren’t a liar.” The police officer stood up again, her hand between Sammy’s legs, rubbing her crotch as the piss dripped to the road below. “Seems like you had to go quite a bit.” She admired the stain spreading up Sammy’s ass crack, watching as the shimmering liquid flowed down her tan lags, over her cute feet, pooling on the highway. Sammy let her hair hang down, staring at her reflection in the hood as she felt the cop’s hand on her mound. She didn’t know how to react…what to say…what to do…Sammy could only listen to the wind, the hissing of her piss, the splashing on the pavement. She felt hot all over. Sick. Turned on. Confused.

“There. Now that wasn’t so bad was it?” The cop’s hand was still between Sammy’s legs, cupping her, pressing up against her. A solitary tear ran down Sammy’s cheek as she looked back over her shoulder. She was finished. Her piss slowed, gently fading to a stop. She thought she was out of this. “…but you aren’t done, are you?”

Sammy screamed at herself as she shook her head. “Why are you doing this Sammy? Just tell her you’re done! You’re finished!” Her body betrayed her, the cop smiling wickedly. She reached around to the front of Sammy’s body, slowly rubbing her lower stomach.

“I thought you had to go a little more. So let’s not waste our days, ok? Do what you need to do.” Sammy’s palms were sweating, her body soaked. She closed her eyes again and pushed, grunting. She could feel every detail, acutely aware of every sensation running through her body. Sammy’s stomach moved, knuckles white. Her asshole spread wide, a large load sliding out of her and filling the back of her shorts. She could feel it spread out, slipping up her crack. She couldn’t help but gasp, inhaling suddenly. “What a good girl you are.”

The officer reached slightly into the back of Sammy’s shorts, grabbing her thong and pulling up sharply. Sammy could feel it smash her shit, smearing it further on her cheeks. Her panties were now peaking above her waistband, her nipples hard, skin pouring sweat. “I think you’re actually enjoying this, aren’t you? You like to stay out of trouble, don’t you?” The officer walked around to the front of Sammy’s car, climbing up on the hood. Sammy looked up intently, her lips slightly parted. She watched as the cop began unsnapping her pants, sliding them halfway down her thighs. She bent over in front of Sammy, her red panties inches from her face. She reached between her legs, her hand slowly stroking up and down her slit. Sammy could see the wet outline of her lips, could smell her in the dry air.

The cop’s panties were filled rapidly, a wet crackling sound rushing to Sammy’s ears. She felt herself cumming hard, her load firmly against her ass. It was soft…warm…so perfect against her skin. It was intense, emotional in a way. Sammy remained transfixed as the cop slid her panties to the side, exposing her pussy. She slowly ran her tongue on the edge of her baton, reaching back with it and parting her puffy lips. Her right hand guided it in, slipping, stretching her wide. Sammy wanted desperately to reach out, to help fuck her. In and out. She rode her nightstick hard, sliding it deep.

Sammy was in a continuous state of orgasm. Her body was reacting violently, pussy saturated with juices, piss clinging to her legs, shit spread out in the seat of her pants. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak, couldn’t move. She could only stare intently as the cop fucked herself inches from her face, panties stretching with her tremendous load. The cop looked over her shoulder and met Sammy’s gaze. “Wake up Sammy.”

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Sammy rolled over, still half asleep. Her phone was ringing. Steph was holding it out, trying to rouse her from her deep slumber. “Wake up Sammy. Someone keeps trying to call you.” Sammy didn’t know what was going on. She was still mesmerized by her dream, about how real it felt. It was so lucid, such a great feeling. Seeing Steph here next to her in bed, however, helped slowly steer her back to consciousness. She looked at Steph smiling at her, wearing a tank top and a pair of red panties. Her nipples were hard through her shirt, her hair hanging loosely down her cheeks. “Earth to Sammy. Hello. Your phone.” Sammy snapped to attention and giggled as she took the phone.

“I’m sorry. For some reason I’m really tired.” Steph laughed harder and hit Sammy lightly with a pillow. Sammy rolled onto her side and checked the caller ID. “Oh fuck!” She quickly flipped open her phone. “Hello? Yeah I’m on my way. I’ll see you soon. Buh-bye.” She tore back the covers and hopped out of bed. Sammy scrambled quickly, sliding a bra on over her naked upper body.

“Uhh…something the matter?” Steph leaned up on her elbow, watching as Sammy quickly got dressed.

“Yeah I totally forgot that I have to watch my cousin this morning. I’m going to be late. I am such an idiot!” Sammy slid on a t-shirt and found a pair of jeans, sliding them up her legs. “So…I guess you could stay here if you want. I’ll be back by like 1 or 2.” Sammy grabbed her purse and phone, looking at Steph still lying in her bed.

“I don’t have any plans. I’ll stay here.” Sammy smiled inwardly, excited that she wanted to stay. She walked to the bathroom and paused in the doorway.

“Fantastico! I gotta brush my teeth and then get the hell out of here.” Steph leaned back as Sammy shut the door. She started thinking about last night, about what they did. She could feel herself starting to get turned on, slowly sliding her hand down the front of her body, cupping between her legs. The bathroom door swung open, Sammy stepping out. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, looking cute as ever. “Well anyway I’m taking off. I’ll be back shortly, I promise. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Both girls giggled as Sammy stepped out of the door.

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Steph looked at the clock, irritated to see that it only read 8:30. Damn it’s early. What the hell am I going to do for five hours? She got out of bed and stood up, stretching her arms above her head and yawning. She bent over and picked up her glasses, sliding them over her ears.

Steph brushed her teeth and had a bowl of cereal, lazily watching television. She started glancing around Sammy’s room, lying in her bed, wearing a tank top and tight pink Victoria’s Secret boyshorts. Steph recognized many of Sammy’s friends in photos that decorated the room. Collages. Girl stuff. I wonder how many of them she’s fucked? Steph laughed to herself and walked towards Sammy’s dresser, spotting her digital camera. I wonder if she’s got the video from the Harry Potter release night at the bookstore? That was insane! Steph cycled through the photos, not finding anything of interest. She put the camera down and turned to get back into bed. Steph paused and turned around looking at the camera. She walked over towards it and picked it up, switching on the video function. Steph’s jaw dropped as she saw Sammy in her cheerleading outfit. I totally forgot she was a cheerleader. I had graduated by then. God she’s a cutie. Steph continued watching, stunned as the video of Sammy began to fill her panties. It was an odd feeling…like she was doing something wrong. Invading her privacy. But I watched her do this in real life…so that’s OK, right? Steph attempted to justify her actions. Her mind fought her body…her urges, until she eventually reached an impasse.

I’m sure she wouldn’t mind. Steph rewound to the beginning of the scene, watching intently. Over and over. She was warm. Hot all over. Steph reached between her legs and rubbed herself, feeling the moist heat. She paused the video and walked over to Sammy’s bedside table, rifling through the drawer. I know she’s got one. She has to. Steph found what she was looking for, pulling out Sammy’s vibrator and turning it on. She smiled broadly as the steady hum hit her ears. Steph pulled her boyshorts down to her knees, slipping the vibrator inside her pussy. She pulled the shorts back up and resumed playback, staring intently, eyes wide, skin tingling. Watching Sammy’s panties bulge out, watching her slowly dance, her hips swaying side to side, thrusting. Steph pushed and felt a burst of pee flood her shorts, leaving a small wet patch. She could feel the sudden warmth, the lone trickle run down her smooth thigh. Steph moaned deep and loud, the vibrator filling her up. God Sammy look at you…shitting your panties. Dressed like a cheerleader.

Steph fell on her back, her legs spread wide. She grabbed the camera, holding it with her left hand close to her face, her right hand rubbing the top of her pussy. She peed. Hissing, making wet splashing sounds underneath her butt. Steph could feel it puddling beneath her, spreading all over between her legs. Breathing heavily. Harder and harder. Rubbing, moving her fingers rapidly. Sammy…Oh fuck Sammy…look at that huge load. She bit her lip as she came hard, opening her mouth now, screaming. Her fingers on her clit over her shorts. Sammy’s vibrator deep inside of her. Vibrating. Touching every inch of her. Her hot sunflower piss, still slowly pouring out of her. Soaking into the carpet, her shorts, her skin. Her breath hung on the air, her eyes closed, knees bent. Steph suddenly snapped her legs shut and rolled over, breathing heavily. Her head was spinning, her eyes struggling to maintain focus on the room. She couldn’t stop thinking of Sammy, of her brown eyes. Her brown hair…her every scent.

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Sammy lazily flipped through the channels on her aunt’s television. How can they have over a thousand channels and still there’s nothing on? She glanced out the window at her cousin sitting at a table out on the patio. Sammy watched for a moment as the girl talked to her dolls, laying out a tea set in front of them. I can’t believe I’m actually seeing this. It’s such a cliché! Kids really do this?! Her phone vibrated. She read the text. “I miss you! Come home soon! - Steph.” Sammy smiled and bit her lower lip, leaning back in the couch and staring vacantly at the television screen.

Top Chef groggily entered Sammy’s vision. Today’s challenge was to cook an outdoor picnic meal using three traditional ingredients and three non-traditional. It must be portable in only a picnic basket. Sammy blinked a few times. She bent over in front of the refrigerator, feeling Steph nuzzle up behind her. “You getting the soda?” Sammy grabbed two Diet Cokes and handed them back to her.

“Yup. And these…these are for now.” Sammy smiled and handed Steph two bottles of water, keeping two for herself. She winked at her and opened hers up, guzzling it down with scarcely pausing to take a breath. “Well? It’s not going to drink itself!” Steph giggled and drank her water more slowly, deliberately. She sucked on the top of the bottle, letting her pink tongue lightly trace circles on the rim. Sammy opened her second bottle and drank it similarly. She couldn’t help but crack a smile, the nervous tension getting to her. “Alright we’ll finish them in the car. Let’s go.”

The girls climbed into Steph’s Porsche. “You have a Porsche? Since when?”

Steph laughed. “Shut up. It’s your fantasy. Just go with it.”

Sammy smiled and finished her water, letting the last few drops drip from the bottle a few inches above her mouth. The wind from the open convertible caused the drops to splash all over the top of Sammy’s exposed cleavage. Her yellow sundress absorbed some of the moisture, clinging now to her skin. Steph drove away from town, turning down a badly paved road with old cottonwoods bordering it. They pulled over near a dirt path, getting out and gathering up their supplies. The girls walked up a hill and nestled under a large oak, laying out a blue and white checked blanket.

“Fuck it.” Steph pushed the basket to the side, grabbing Sammy by the wrists and pinning her down. She smiled before moving in for a kiss, lightly pressing her lips against Sammy’s, pushing harder, inserting her tongue. Sammy licked back, running her lips all over Steph’s. Passionate, forceful kisses…intermingling with soft little kisses. Steph leaned back and spread her legs over Sammy’s upper body. She moved her hand over the crotch of her white shorts, rubbing herself inches from Sammy’s eager mouth. Steph began peeing, laughing suddenly as she heard it splash on Sammy’s sundress covered tits. She began grinding her hips, thrusting into her hand, hot piss hissing through her shorts.

Steph’s pee slowed as she suddenly held her breath. “Are you ready Sammy?” She looked at her with her bright green eyes, smiling, inching herself closer to Sammy’s face. Sammy stared, her eyes glued to the faint yellow stain now on Steph’s shorts, the trails of pee tracing patterns across her tan legs.

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“Are you going?” Steph looked up expectedly, seeing Steph’s eyes shut tight, a look of concentration on her face.

“Yeah. OK Here it comes.” Sammy quickly moved her gaze back to Steph’s shorts, watching as the bottom bulged out slightly. It was a sudden and barely noticeable movement, but Sammy’s well-trained eye caught every detail. Another burst of pee squirted out as Steph sighed loudly, biting her lower lip. “You like that?”

Sammy quickly leaned forward and pushed Steph onto her back. Steph’s face lit up with pleasure as her small load spread in her shorts, visible through the now semi-transparent material. Sammy crawled on her knees over Steph’s prone body, hovering her panty-clad pussy inches above her face. She lifted up her dress, pulling it around her waist. With a light flick of her head, she tossed her hair to the side, looking down at Steph anxiously waiting beneath her. Sammy moaned lightly as Steph grabbed her thighs, moving her head up towards her pussy. Sammy could feel her hot breath through her panties, shuddering with intensity Steph ran her tongue along the thin cotton material, tasting Sammy’s wetness.

Sammy lowered herself onto Steph’s face, smothering her slightly with her wet panties, grinding slightly. Steph greedily ate her, biting her panties, struggling for breath as sucked the material into her mouth. Sammy suddenly pulled away, backing her ass over Steph’s tits. She began peeing, moving her hips to aim the dripping stream onto Steph’s cleavage. She watched as Steph grabbed her breasts, squeezing them together while simultaneously pulling the neck of her tank top open. Sammy soaked the material, breathing heavily as her piss pooled in between Steph’s tits. She moved slowly up and down Steph’s body, letting her pee fill her belly button, overflowing, dripping down her stomach.

Without saying a word, Sammy’s pissed slowed to a stop and she moved her pussy back over Steph’s face. She relaxed, feeling her huge, soft load fill up her tiny panties. The weight tugged on her waistband. Sammy could feel Steph’s nails dig into her thighs, the warm cozy feel of her panties stretching over her shit. Sammy ran her hand down the front of her panties, rubbing her slippery pussy, moving her fingers up and down.

Sammy quickly turned towards the garage door as her aunt stepped in. Her cousin continued playing outside, the episode of Top Chef almost over. “Hey Sammy thanks for watching her. Everything go alright?” Sammy filled her in on the events of the day thus far, trying not to appear as if she was in too much of a hurry to leave. She wanted to get home so badly, wanted to see Steph. Wanted to kiss her again. Wanted to hold her. After five minutes of chit-chat, Sammy climbed into her car and began the drive home.