Posted by quietpr on October 23, 2000 at 14:51
In Reply to: Genesis Series Continued posted by quietpr on October 21, 2000 at 13:23
Yup...I've gotten more positive feedback, so I'll post parts 7-8.
PART VII - In the Night
Mark stumbled out of a sensory fog, and one by one, he became aware different things: first the feel of Jamie's warm breathing on his neck, then the smell of old pee she carried, then the feeling of her pressed against his back. E still had his eyes closed, but was now totally awake. He thought about the last night, and about how much more this relationship meant to him, now that he had been totally honest with her, and vice versa. As he lay there, just enjoying being in the same with his true companion, he felt her jolt behind him, and then relax. He knew she was dreaming. He wished her pleasant dreams in his thoughts.
She opened her eyes, and regained her bearings. She was lying on a beach towel, still clad in her best red gown. She reached up and felt the hairpiece was still in place, and her shoes were sitting next to her. She relaxed on the towel, and looked up at the sky. It must have been around sunset, because the clouds were a surreal pink and orange painting above her. She saw seagulls floating past her amid the clouds. She loved how everything looked in the rosy light of dusk. She wanted a companion to share this with. This thought jolted her out of her daydream, and caused her to sit quickly on the towel. She scanned the beach for any familiar face, but did not see one. In disappointment she lay back down, and rolled onto her side. She never saw him coming.
Suddenly a foot came crashing down on the sand right next to her head. She looked up and saw him! She opened her mouth to speak, but he put a finger to his lips, and she relented. He walked behind her, and she kept looking forward. She trusted him absolutely, and wanted to show him that. She felt him sit behind her, and hug her around the waist. He kissed her neck and rubbed her back, sides, and legs with his hands. She collapsed into his arms, and let him have her without hesitation. He pulled her hairpiece away, and made her hair hang down, long and straight, to the towel. She closed her eyes, and gave in.
She felt his hands move around to her full chest, and she enjoyed the sensation of him caressing her breasts, and rubbing her stomach through the material of the dress. She reached back to the zipper and loosened the dress enough to pull it down and let all the material rest in her lap. She felt him undo her bra, and felt the bra fall away, leaving her breasts to dangle. Her eyes were still closed, so she didn't see him moving around to her front, she just knew he was there. He kissed her deeply, and they shared each other's saliva. She was guided to her back, and she felt him continue kissing her, first on the lips, then the neck, and finally her breasts. As he reached them, her nipples sprung to life, and she shivered in pure ecstasy. As the waves of pleasure hit her, she released a flood of hot piss, which completely soaked her panties, the gown, and his front. He responded by kissing her even more passionately than before. She felt another hot flow, this time from above, and she knew he was letting go. She moaned as she felt him reach a hand between the folds of material and play with her wet underwear. She arched her back, begging him to give her more. He responded.
She the dress being pulled off of her legs, and then her underwear was gone. She lay there, wet below the belly button, waiting. She heard him unzip, then she heard the noise of cloth being pulled away. She was more excited than she'd ever been in her life. She lifted her back as far as it would go, to give him access to her depths. She felt him approach her again.
His arms encircled her at the waist, she was pulled up, and her legs spread. She felt him slowly enter her. She hissed in a deep breath, and felt a twinge of pain, as her dam broke. Quickly the pain receded, and just when she had gotten comfortable again, she felt him push deeper inside her. He hit a spot that caused her to gasp, and moan loudly. He moved out again, she ached for his re-entry. She felt each pulse of him in and out. She felt on the edge of exploding, like she would fly apart in his arms. She had never felt this fragile and this strong at the same time. She could her insides tensing up, like a stretch rubber band…tighter and tighter…she knew she was on the verge. She was suddenly rocked with wave after wave of a tremendous orgasm. She into a hysteric fit of pleasure. Then she felt him increase the speed with which he was thrusting, she heard his breathing grow ragged, and then felt him jump inside her, and felt more hot fluids fill her. This provoked a second, and just as powerful orgasm for her. She nearly passed out.
When she finally came down, she realized he was lying next to her…maybe dreaming. She thought, "Sweet dreams, Mark."
Jamie jolted awake. She realized she was still in her room, and then she realized she was wet. She hadn't put on protection, as she was so excited about that night, she forgot. For some reason she didn't see Mark in front of her, watching, right away. She smiled at her might-time deed, and rubbed herself lightly through her damp underwear. Suddenly she froze. She realized where Mark was, and she realized he was watching her. She almost panicked, but her fears were immediately alleviated when she heard a familiar hissing sound coming from his direction. She saw a wet patch expanding on his boxers, and she saw him smiling. "I don't think I'm ever going to get up in the middle of the night again, now that I have you to share a bed with. Maybe you could get your parents to sneak me some adult diapers for when I go home." She was not surprised this was how he would react. She simply marveled at how lucky she was. She hugged him, and he kissed her on the forehead. They fell asleep again.
PART VIII - The Pact
The warm flow began, and spread quickly from Jamie's crotch down around her. Her jeans glistened with wetness between her legs, and her body trembled slightly from sheer joy. She sighed and murmured some nonsense as she enjoyed the wonderful sensations coming from her opening. Mark, who had gone further down the trail to look for a good place to camp for the night, returned to find this situation. He saw her hot piss glistening through her jeans, and flowing out from below her down the log, and onto the dirt path below. It didn't matter that he'd seen this before. He still froze in position, and was just as aroused as ever. Jamie turned her head just enough to realize he was back, and immediately was caught in his eyes. They looked into each other's eyes for another 30 seconds at Jamie's relief came to an end. She smiled, stood up, and as if to show off, did a pirouette, before skipping over to where Mark stood, breathlessly observing. "You know…I never get tired of that," Mark professed as he took Jamie's hand and led her down the trail towards the spot he'd selected.
"I never get tired of doing it," Jamie replied. She freed her hand from Mark's, and rapped her arm around his waist, pulling him closer still. "It's amazing! No matter how many times I wet myself, it still feels like I'm doing it for the first time. For that matter, every time I see you wet, I get just as excited as the first time two weeks ago!"
"Sometimes I wonder why either of us ever even use the toilet anymore," Mark quipped. Jamie giggled and bumped Mark playfully with her hip. "Here we are! This clearing will be perfect for our night under the stars. I'm glad your parents let us come out here. I love nature." The two reclined on the grassy field Mark had found, and looked up into the overcast sky. "I hope it doesn't rain. That would be just my luck."
"What do you mean?" Jamie asked, "You have to be pretty lucky. You found me."
"Fishing for compliments, I see. Well it's not gonna happen!"
"OH! You're mean!" Jamie slapped Mark across his chest as she said this.
"Hey, I'm not that bad am I?"
"I don't know. You wouldn't compliment me just then." She smiled at him, obviously still fishing.
"OK. You're right I am lucky"
"Thank you. I thought you said you weren't taking the bait, bucko!"
"Well I just wanted to make you work for it."
"Well I hope you're happy," Jamie faked pouting.
"I am," Mark retorted in fake haughtiness. The two were quiet for a brief moment, just enjoying each other's company. Mark thought for a moment and then returned to earlier in the conversation. "Why do we still use the bathroom anyway?"
"Whoa! Did we go back in time, or what?"
"Seriously though why do we?"
"Well, we were always forced to when we were kids, and now it's just habit, I guess. Why?"
"I say we vow never again to let those closed minded people around us control our lives like that!" Mark exclaimed in a half playful manner.
"YEAH!" Jamie pumped her fist into the air victoriously, still on her back.
"I say we stand up against those constraining habits which limit our freedom, like Americans should!"
"Amen!" Jamie sat up and waved her arms through the air wildly now.
"I say we make a pact to never again use the toilet!"
"YYYEEeeaaahhhh…" Jamie trailed off. "What?"
"Well you said it yourself. You never get tired of wetting. I just figured why use the toilet when you're much happier this way," he pointed at her still soaked crotch, "Every time you use the toilet you waist a perfectly good opportunity for pleasure, and why? Because someone has told you that using the toilet is the only acceptable way to live. Do you want to be controlled like that?"
"No, but…"
"But what?" Mark interrupted, "I say take your life in your own hands and be free!"
"There are some times when that's just not practical, though. What do we do when we have to…do the other thing? And what about when summer's over? What then? You're going back home, and we're both going back to school. How do we make all that work with this little pact you're proposing?"
"First of all, for number two you keep on using the toilet. I don't think it would give either of us any pleasure not to use the bathroom for that. And as for the future, we'll take it one day at a time, and as problems come up, we can still talk to each other, and we'll work them out. I'll make sure that both of us are still having fun."
Still seeming concerned, Jamie pressed for more information. "What would the ground rules for this agreement be?"
"Well let me think about that." After a long pause Mark continued. "Well there'd only be three major rules, and we'll work out the details of the rules together, so we both agree. The first and most important rule is, never again will either of us allow any significant amount of pee hit toilet water or any type of porcelain. No sinks, no toilet seat covers."
"What about the shower?"
"The only time it should be aloud is if we're in there together, which probably won't happen for a couple of years anyway."
"OK. I don't know about you, but when I…you know…it always forces out some pee too."
"Don't worry about little dribbles. If you think there's going to be a lot, you could wet yourself then sit down."
"OK, what else?"
"Rule number two! All significant amounts of pee have to either pass through an article of clothing, or be contained in a diaper, and diapers may only be used at night or by special permission from each other."
"And what's that last rule?"
"Every article of clothing you ever own, from this point on, that would naturally get wet if you peed while wearing them must get wet, and must stay unwashed until the other one of us had the opportunity to inspect it."
"What clothes would that include?"
"All of my pants, shorts, underwear, shoes, socks, and swimwear, and all of your pants, shorts, panties, shoes, socks, swimwear, leotards, dresses, and skirts."
"Even formal stuff?"
"Especially formal stuff. I should also mention that longer shirts…the ones that hang down below the crotch…cannot be pulled out of the way. Basically, whatever you're wearing, you can't make any effort to prevent something from getting wet."
"I don't know. It seems kind of risky."
"Remember, any unforeseen problems we have can be discussed, and we can work out a solution that keeps the spirit of the pact alive, while keeping both of us happy."
"How are you going to keep your parents from finding out? If they find out, not only are you in trouble, but my parents. And if my parents get in trouble, I get in trouble."
"First of all, starting now, I'm handling my own laundry all the time. Also, since I have access to my house even before my folks come home, I'll be able to figure out a good hiding place in my room long in advance of their arrival to store any evidence of perceived misdeeds on my part, including the diapers you're going to get for me. Just make sure I have enough of them to last until at least Halloween. I'll figure out a way to smuggle more in after that. Plus, even before they left, I had made it very clear to my parents that I needed privacy in my room to be happy, and I believe they will respect my wishes and stay away from my room. If they should happen to check on me in bed, which I doubt they would ordinarily do, I sleep under at least a sheet no matter what the temperature is anyway, so they won't see anything. Besides, you shouldn't worry about me. I'm a relatively bright person. I'll manage. You just worry about making yourself happy, and I'll handle the tricky parts of this arrangement. It is after all my idea."
Jamie sat motionless and quiet, still thinking about her options. Mark thought he should break up the tension. He moved so that he was sitting in front of her, and then relaxed, and let out a long hot stream of piss into his shorts. The dark area, which started around the tip of his still hard manhood, spread quickly down his front, and along his inseams. Soon pee was running out of his leg holes and trickling to the grass under him. When he was finished, he turned his attention to Jamie once more. "Thank you," she uttered.
"For what?"
"For convincing me to do this."
"You'll do it then?"
"We'll do it together."
"We have to seal the deal officially. We'll shake on it," Mark said. Jamie smiled, and chuckled lightly.
"What are we, ten?"
"No. I'm sixteen, and you're fifteen, but who cares. Just shake on it." Jamie reluctantly extended her hand, but Mark shook his head, no.
"What do you mean NO? You're the one who insisted on this silly handshake!" Mark replied by rubbing his hand into his sopping lap, and extending his now wet hand to Jamie. Jamie shook her head at Mark, but followed his lead, by rubbing her hand into her still damp groin and produced an equally damp hand. They shook, and Mark punctuated the motion with a joke. "Now we're pee brothers for life!" Both split their sides laughing. For the rest of the evening, the two enjoyed the sunset, stars, fresh air, and each other. Their pants never dried until they were home.
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