Chapter 19

Mum woke us up and both Erica and I spontaneously peed.

Feeling the cum between my legs I counted the overnight sessions. “Two.” I said.

Erica responded. “Two.” As well.

It appeared that four sessions a night was Colin’s limit.

We dragged Colin up and all sat up and drunk our tea.

Erica and I put on our suits, and Colin got dressed in his jeans because we did not need to go to school until later for the careers day, and we did not want him to mess up his outfit.

Mum called us down for breakfast and Erica and I went in to the lounge and sat either side of mum. Dad peed all down mum’s front very thoroughly soaking her dress and jacket, before he peed on Erica’s and my skirts.

Colin came in just as dad finished peeing.

Mum asked. “Colin dear, would you like to pee on your stepmother?”

Colin immediately unzipped and unleashed a strong stream on to mum’s breasts that splashed over both me and Erica.

Mum purred. “Mmm. That’s nice. Save a little for Astrid and Erica, and mind their blouses.”

Colin continued to pee on mum, moving his jet down to her lap, wiggling it a little side to side, and then he moved to my lap making a small puddle in the front of my skirt. The pee ran through, trickling deliciously warm down my crotch as Colin moved his jet to Erica’s lap.

Colin finished off emptying his bladder on mum’s breasts.

Dad and Colin went to the dining room, while we remained sitting on the sofa to let the pee soak away a bit. Mum had got a lot more pee than she usually gets, and seemed to enjoy it.

Eventually mum got up and led us to the dining room with pee trickling off of the hem of her dress on to the back of her legs as she walked.

We ate our breakfast, and Erica and I took Colin back upstairs to turn him in to the Latvian Collette Jansons.

Colin undressed and the inevitable erection appeared. I laid back on the bed. I pulled my skirt up a little to reveal my fanny, and wriggled out of my jacket. Erica hung my jacket up and sat down on her swivel chair to watch as I lifted my legs and Colin set to work pounding me in to the bed.

It was quite different with Colin on top of me. I could tell he was trying to penetrate me as deep as possible, but it did not go in quite as far. It took quite a while before I felt an orgasm start to build, but I helped it along by relaxing my bladder.

As I started to orgasm I relaxed my bladder completely and soaked the back of my skirt and felt my pee soaking in to our bed under me, my pee surging with each thrust. Colin orgasmed and I felt him throbbing as he thrust me hard in to the bed and filled me with cum.

Colin climbed off me, and Erica stood up. Pee was trickling off of the hem of Erica’s skirt and dripping on to the carpet. She must have wet herself sitting on her chair.

Erica and I set to work getting Colin dressed and turning him in to the Latvian Collette. We had to work fast only having an hour left.

We helped him put his clothes on, stuffing his bra with assorted hosiery to give him breasts as big as mum’s before dressing him in the smart suit and blouse.

We probably over did the makeup, but Collette’s hair was nice in a Scandinavian short style like Roxette. Collette looked pretty good, and good enough that she would fool dad again.

We took the bus to school. Erica and I left wet patches on the seats from our wet skirts where they had not had time to dry. Erica pointed them out to Collette.

We went in to school and fortunately did not bump in to anyone asking awkward questions. All the delegate’s name badges were laid out on a table at the back of the hall, including one for ‘Collette Jansons’. My ruse had worked.

Being in a girl’s school, in a room rapidly filling with eighteen year old girls wearing very smart outfits, some with skirts a little shorter than ours, the inevitable started to happen. Erica took Collette with her slight bulge in the front of her skirt down the corridor to the sports equipment store, while I concentrated on what we were supposed to be doing at the careers day.

We had already shortlisted a few organisations that we would like to approach, so I started to work through the list. I did not get far though since many of the representatives approached me as I passed by.

While being accosted by someone from the third stand in a row I began to feel cum oozing between my thighs. It seemed like as good a time as any to pee. I decided to do a little wee down my legs while we chatted. I just kept my legs tight together and relaxed, letting my pee flow gently soaking my stockings and warming my ankles and feet. I was finding it quite hard to concentrate on what was being said as the warm sensation was quite delicious, but I don’t think anyone realised that I was making a puddle. I guess it was not a big puddle anyway, but I did not look down.

A little further along I bumped in to Bryony. She was wearing a smart black pencil skirt with a blazer. She looked nice. I asked her if she was being a good feminist.

“Of course!” Bryony answered.

I reminded her. “A good feminist never wears anything that would restrict her ability to function.” I then asked her. “Can you have sex without undressing, that skirt looks a bit tight? And can you pee?”

Bryony was a bit taken aback. “I was not intending to have sex when I got dressed today.”

I informed her. “Collette is here, you remember Collette?”

Bryony blushed. “What, you mean? That Collette?”

I nodded slowly. “Yes, that Collette. She is in the sports equipment store with Erica as we speak. I am sure she would like to meet you again.”

Bryony spoke again. “What, the store where the lesbians go?”

I nodded again. “Yup. That store. They’ll be back soon. You can pee in here while you are waiting, I did, just over there.”

I pointed roughly in the direction where I had made a puddle.

Bryony put her hand to her mouth. “What, you made that puddle? I stepped in it. I thought someone had spilled a drink.”

I shook my head and smiled. “Its not drink, well it was at breakfast time this morning, but not now.”

Bryony was getting inquisitive. “Did anyone notice? Was there anyone around?”

I told her straight. “No one noticed. I was chatting with the lady from I.B.M. She was going on a bit so I just relaxed and let my pee gently run down my legs. It felt delicious. Did I make a big puddle? You could do it here while we chat.”

Bryony crossed her feet and tensed up a bit, then relaxed.

I did not acknowledge it, I just carried on talking. “The I.B.M. lady was quite interesting, they have a sponsorship programme and they are really keen to balance their demographic so are offering quite a bit. I will be going back again later with Erica. I don’t think working for I.B.M. will be so bad.”

I surreptitiously glanced down at the floor, and noticed the lights reflected in a shiny puddle around Bryony’s feet.

I was a bit naughty, and asked. “Have you finished?”

Bryony went bright red again. “No, how did you know. Can everybody see? I can’t stop.”

I laughed, and then whispered. “Just finish off. Don’t worry, no one can see. I just saw you tense up a little, only I could tell because I know what it is like to discreetly wet yourself.”

Bryony barked under her breath. “I’m done.”

“Let’s go.” I said, and moved down to the next stall, quickly followed by Bryony.

A few minutes later Erica appeared. Collette was following, now without the bulge in the front of her skirt.

Erica and I left Collette with Bryony and went back to the I.B.M. stand.

I told Erica. “Mind my puddle.”

When we got to the I.B.M. stand the caretaker was just finishing off mopping the floor.

I told Erica. “You need to replenish the puddle now.”

The I.B.M. lady was pleased to see me again, and very keen to meet Erica, so we had quite a long chat, and went through the application process.

Erica splashed her foot in the puddle that she made to let me know that she had done a wee. I was surprised that she did so much since she must have done a wee in the equipment store.

We must have spent about half an hour at the I.B.M. stand. As we left I saw Bryony dragging Collette out in to the service corridor, clearly heading for the sports equipment store.

As they left I saw Oti coming in, looking very smart in a very dark burgundy suit, with the very short skirt struggling to contain her ample African bottom and the shortness of it emphasising the enormous length of her legs. She was with a girl I did not know wearing a very plain in comparison black suit with a knee length pencil skirt. I dragged Erica over to them.

“Hi Oti.” I said.

“Hi Astrid and Erica.” Said Oti in her gorgeous South African accent, clearly not knowing which one of us was which.

“How is the equipment store?” I asked.

Oti’s dark skin hid any blushes, but her friend blushed.