Date: Mon, 19 Apr 2010 17:22:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sweet Jane <bigsweetjane@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ben, Dave, and Claire

This story contains explicit descriptions of consensual sexual activity and
is not suitable for reading by anyone under the age of 18 or anyone
offended by reading such material.  That said, this is my first attempt at
erotic fiction.  Feedback is greatly appreciated, critical or otherwise.
Flames will be deleted.  Did reading this make you cum?  Feel free to write
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Enjoy, friends.


Ben, Dave, and Claire
by Big Sweet Jane

(Bisexual, urination)

I stepped off the train, trying to walk as lightly as possible.  Today had
been the world's busiest day for car accidents, apparently, and the
insurance company where I worked had really been hit.  From the moment the
clock struck 8:00 this morning, the switchboard had lit up like a Christmas
tree, and a lot of still-holding calls had been cut loose into space when
we closed the lines at 5:30.

I wasn't worrying about that on the train, though.  I was concerned that I
was about to have an accident of my own.

Since the day had been so busy, not only had I had to forego my lunch; I'd
also been unable to get to the bathroom at all.  I'd drunk my customary
morning coffee, followed by a few bottles of water and at least one cup of
hot tea.  Since an insurance adjuster spends so much time on the phone, I
lost track of exactly how much liquid I'd consumed somewhere around 2:00,
when the urge to pee finally hit my conscious mind.  Now here it was,
almost 6:00, and I had to hold my bladder from the train all the way to my
car with the sheer force of my will, and I was starting to lose the battle.

Mincing a little, I descended from the platform and walked across the
parking lot to my car.  I'd parked pretty far--part of my weight loss
plan--and I cursed myself for it now, deciding officially that being fat
was better than going into kidney failure.  I fumbled with my keys as I
danced from one foot to the other, then slid behind the seat.  Thinking,
"There's no place like home," I started my car.

Or tried to.

"NOOO!" I yelled, trying again and again.  It was, of course, useless; I'd
left my dome light on all day long by brilliantly shutting my seatbelt in
the door in my rush to make the train this morning.  So there I was,
stranded, bladder absolutely ready to burst, with no bathroom in sight.

I did what any reasonable, level-headed individual might do in such a
situation: I got out of the car and started swearing at the top of my
lungs.

Most of my fellow travelers had left the station by that point, so I wasn't
expecting to hear a throat clear behind me.  I turned, startled, to face a
man about my own age--thirtyish, taller than I by a long shot (which is not
hard, since I'm only five-two), built on the thick side and clean-shaven,
with soft, shaggy brown hair.  He wore faded blue jeans, a green t-shirt
with a fading logo, a somewhat sheepish expression, and a pair of Converse
shoes, which he shuffled a little as he approached nervously.

"Sorry for, ah, interrupting.  Uhm.  I'm a mechanic, though, and I wondered
if maybe I could help you out."

I'd been blushing.  "Oh," I said, "thanks for stopping.  I don't usually
talk like that.  I mean, I do, I curse like a sailor, but not, y'know, all
the time.  My battery's apparently drained.  I left my dome light on all
day like a moron."

He smiled.  "I don't have my cables with me.  They're in my truck, back at
my apartment.  I don't live far--I walked here to catch the 6:17, which I
missed.  No big deal.  I'll just take a stroll back and--"

He broke off, probably because I looked like I was about to cry.  When he
asked what was wrong, I 'fessed up.

"I have to pee," I said.  "Really bad.  Like, I'm going to have a great big
accident right here and now if I don't get to a bathroom immediately."

He did something strange then--shuffled his feet some more and grinned at
the ground.  Before I could ask him what he was smiling about, though, he
turned suddenly serious and looked up.  He pointed to the apartment complex
directly across the street from the train station.  "I live there," he told
me, "in that first corner unit on the ground floor.  Can you muster it up
to walk there with me?  You can use my bathroom."

I sized up the distance between us and the building.  It was less than a
hundred feet away.  I figured that was probably the closest toilet within
shouting distance, and if I had an accident on the way, at least there'd be
a shower nearby.

"Okay," I said.  "But if you're an axe murderer, and you try anything, I'll
personally shove my foot up your ass.  Understand?"

"Whoa, whoa!" he laughed.  "None of that here.  I'm the most
non-threatening guy in the world.  I'm vegetarian--I don't even like
hurting animals.  I'm Ben, by the way."

"Claire," I said.  "Nice to meet you."  We shook hands.  "Now, if you don't
mind, let's get going!"

We started on our way.

Ben asked me questions to distract me.  He asked where I worked, what my
favorite flavor ice cream was, wanted to know where I'd grown up--anything
to keep me talking.  When we were almost at his place, he mentioned that
he, too, had to pee.  In fact, he said, he'd continued with the questions
to distract himself as well.  The pressure was apparently building pretty
quickly in his bladder, because mid-conversation, he tried to reach down
discreetly and grab his cock through his pants, but I called him on it.

"Damn, Ben!  You didn't seem to have to go that bad before.  What did you
do, down a whole gallon of water before trying to catch a train?!"

"Actually, yeah," he said.  "I, uh . . ."

"What?" I pressed.  Ben blushed.  "C'mon," I teased.  "Spill.  I mean, not
right here, but--" We both laughed.

Before I could really prod, though, we'd arrived at his apartment.  "Let me
at it!" I said.  Ben pushed the door open, and I rushed in.

Another man sat on the couch in front of the TV.  He had his very hard dick
in his hand, and right when he heard the door, he exclaimed, "Oh man,
you've just gotta see this one, it's hot, these three guys are peeing all
over this--" the man froze when he saw me.

Ben turned red as a fire engine, and I temporarily forgot my predicament.
The man on the couch, rail-thin with longish, straight, sandy hair and
freckles, also blushed to his roots.  His erection, which had been purple
only a second ago, began to retreat immediately.  It was then that I
noticed two things: the couch was covered in a clear plastic slip-cover,
and the man's jeans were dripping wet.

Ben summoned his courage.  "Dave, this is Claire," he said.  "Claire, this
is Dave, my roommate *with awful timing.*" He aimed this last toward Dave.

I tried, I really did, just to say "Nice to meet you."  The words had no
sooner formed themselves in my brain, though, than the inevitable occurred.
Standing on the wood floor, I lost all control, and in a hot, wet rush, my
pee started to squirt, two short blasts into my underwear and grey slacks,
then three, then a steady flow down my legs and into a puddle below me.
All I could do was stand there.  I moaned softly, only dimly aware that Ben
had stepped closer to me.  As if in a dream, I rubbed my hand against my
pussy, stimulating my sensitive clit and bringing myself quickly to orgasm.
The waves crashed through my body, and I squirted girl juice, adding to the
flood inside my pants.

Slowly, still breathing hard, I came to.  I started to apologize--I'd never
done such a thing before, but I'd never felt such a strong need for
release.  The orgasm was one of the most intense I'd ever had, though, and
I had some trouble getting my words together.  As it turned out, there
seemed to be no need for apology--I looked across the room at the couch,
and Dave was holding his dick again, his erection back with a vengeance,
fresh pee stains on his grey t-shirt.  He was moaning and jerking himself,
grinning at me.  "That was so fucking hot," he said.  "Ben, did you bring
her back here to help us out?"

Ben, meanwhile, couldn't seem to figure out what to do with his hands.  He
was standing about six inches away from me, his now-bare feet in my puddle,
and his jeans sported both an obvious bulge and an obvious wet spot on the
front.  "She, uh," he began, stammering.  "Her, uhm, car.  Train
station--the light, y'know, dome light, uh.  Needed . . . jumper cables
. . ." he trailed off.

By this point, my shock had faded and I was just full-blown horny.  I had
no idea what had just happened, and I didn't care, but I was determined to
get off again if my life depended on it.  I stared pointedly at Ben's
pants, then looked into his red face.  "I thought you said you had to pee,"
I said.

Ben blushed some more.  "I do," he said.  "Really bad."

I pointed at the wet spot.  "Did you already get started?" I asked.  He
nodded, still blushing.  "You like that, don't you?" I said.  "You like
pissing yourself and jerking off.  I bet you and Dave even do it together."
Ben blushed some more while Dave nodded enthusiastically.  I closed the
distance between Ben and me by rubbing the front of his pants.  His dick
was huge!  I could tell, even through his pants, that it was at least eight
inches and thick, and he wasn't even quite fully hard.  "You'd better pee,"
I told him, "before you have an accident right here in front of everyone."

Ben grinned, obviously liking what I was doing.  I started unbuttoning my
white blouse.  "But what if I want to have an accident?" he said.  "What
then?"

"Mmmmm, then you'd better let Dave and me help you with that," I purred,
and I immediately thrust my fingernails into his sides, tickling him!

Ben giggled and squirmed, and when Dave came to join us, with his pants
still unzipped and his hard-on leading the way, he dug into the back of
Ben's neck.  "This really gets to him too!" he laughed.

As Ben writhed, the wet spot on his pants got bigger.  "Guys!" he yelled
breathlessly.  "Stop or I'll piss myself!  I mean it!  I'll wet my pants
and pee all over the--hahaha--all over the floor!"  We were merciless,
however, and then it happened.  Ben's control left him, and his urine shone
as it flowed from his cock and down the front of his jeans, wetting his
left leg more than his right.

As Ben peed and as Dave stepped behind me, rubbing his hard, drooling dick
against my wet ass, I quickly unzipped Ben and aimed his cock briefly at
his chest, then aimed it at my own.  He was about six feet tall and still
peeing pints, so it wasn't long before he saturated my partially-unbuttoned
blouse, making it and the white bra beneath it transparent.  My nipples
were hard enough to cut glass.

Ben's stream started to falter, and Dave continued humping against my ass.
He let loose a couple warm squirts right against my pussy, and I moaned.
"You like that?" asked Dave lasciviously.  "You like when I piss on your
cunt?  What if I pissed *up* your cunt after fucking you?"

"Then I'd have to let it go onto Ben's face while he licked me, wouldn't
I?" I said, and Ben started playing with his cock, obviously turned on.

"We should go to my bedroom," said Ben.  "I don't think I can wait."

The three of us, wet and sticky, trooped into the bedroom.  There was a
king-sized bed in there, and when I sat on the mattress, I heard the
unmistakable sound of a plastic bed-cover beneath me.  "Ben, you kinky
bastard!" I said.  "How often do you wet your bed?"

Ben blushed.  "Just when I'm in it with him," said Dave.  "Isn't that
right?"  Dave lay down on the bed and spread his legs, lowering his jeans a
little to do so.  Ben was right there with him, grabbing Dave's erection in
his fist, then beginning to lick it.

"So Dave," I said, watching as Ben teased his dick with a surprisingly long
tongue.  "Tell me more about that movie you were watching when we walked
in."

"The one I was watching right--mmmmmm, yeah, you know how I like it--right
before you pissed those nice grey pants of yours?"

"That's the one," I said, rubbing my pussy through my wet pants again.  I
lay down facing Dave and looked down the mattress so as to keep a good
watch of what Ben was doing.  "You said there were three guys pissing all
over something--or maybe someone?"

Dave had started moaning, and he managed to squirt a little pee through his
raging hardon, which Ben lapped up eagerly, giggling a little as it hit him
in the face.  "Someone is right," he said, between labored breaths.  "There
was a girl there too.  They were all in the kitchen, and she'd just done a
really big pee in her jeans, and then all the guys took out their cocks and
started aiming them at her.  But then some of the guys grabbed *each
other's* cocks and--mmm, yeah--there was piss everywhere.  God, it was so
hot.  Matter of fact," he said, letting his eyes come back into focus for
just a minute, "the girl looked a little like you."

Ben had stopped sucking Dave, who was leaking precum everywhere.  I felt
Ben's hand starting to rub my pussy through my wet pants, replacing my own
hand, which now reached down to stroke Dave's dick lightly.  Dave pissed
another small stream in response.  "Really?" I asked, surprised.  "You
don't see many fat girls in pornos.  Normally they feature skinny blondes
with fake tits."

Dave smiled and reached out his hand, massaging my right tit.  "Skinny
girls don't have these," he said.  "What size are you, an F?"  I nodded.
My bladder was beginning to feel full again.  "That's hot.  Being able to
see a girl's ribs is weird.  I like them thick and curvy . . . just
. . . like . . . you."

His face had gotten closer to mine with every word, and as he continued to
play with my nipple, pinching it hard, he kissed me full on the mouth.  I
felt his tongue collide with my own, and I moaned with all the sensations I
was feeling.

Ben stopped playing with me then, and he looked up at us, grinning that
affable grin of his.  "What say we get out of these wet clothes?" he
suggested.

We all stood up.  There was a large rubber mat on the carpet next to the
bed--very convenient.  We were all so worked up by that point that we
didn't waste a lot of time--just shucked our things quickly and tumbled
back into the bed.  Ben had helped me pull my pants off, and when he did,
he took note of the numbers written on the tag.  "Size 22?  Wow.  Sexy."

I gave him a big grin and licked one of his nipples.  "Flattery will get
you everywhere," I said, lying down on the bed.  He laughed.  Then in one
fast movement, he got between my legs, lifted an ankle onto each of his
shoulders, and dove face-first into my cunt.

I gasped.  "You're so wet," he moaned, first licking my vulva with the flat
of his tongue, then running the tip up and down my shaved slit, lightly
teasing my clit.  I squirmed, moaning loudly, and I involuntarily let go a
squirt of pee.  In response, he started to suck on my lips and clit, and I
let go the pee that had accumulated since my big accident in the foyer.
Ben's face became increasingly wet as he alternated between drinking my
piss and rubbing his face in it.  The sheet below us puddled with my piss
as I continued to writhe.

Dave, meanwhile, had taken possession of my tits.  He seemed to know just
what I liked and pinched and pulled my nipples hard.  Kneeling next to me,
heaimed a few hot squirts of pee at my chest and face, and he even managed
to get my hair wet.  Once in a while, if Dave got close enough, I licked
the underside of his cock, prompting a stream of dirty talk from him.  "Oh
yeah, lick my hard, wet dick . . . damn, girl . . . now lick my balls, take
one in your mouth, mmmm, just like that.  You love being a pee slut, don't
you . . . you like it when I piss in your face?  Hmm?  Wait until I ram
this up your cunt . . ." and so on.  I was starting to breathe faster and
moan more loudly.  What with Ben's oral assault and Dave's teasing, my
orgasm wasn't far away.  I bucked my hips into Ben's face and grabbed him
by the hair.  He gave a surprised moan and licked faster, then sucked my
clit into his mouth as I came hard, squirting onto his face and chin,
peeing a little and genuinely seeing stars as I went off like a rocket.

Dave lightly brushed my nipples and stroked my hair as I came down.  Ben
moved upward, his face sticky, and insinuated himself between Dave and me.
"I bet she's tasty," Dave said, and began to French kiss Ben with a
passion.  I rubbed Dave's back as the two made out, grinding their cocks
into each other, sharing my piss and my juice between them.  When I could
reach them, I made a grab for their dicks, wrapping my hand around both of
them as well as I could.  There was so much precum between them that it was
as if they'd already both squirted twice.  When I had a decent amount of it
on my hand, I ran my fingers down Dave's ass crack, found his hole, and
began to push the tip of one finger in.  Finding him loose, one finger
became two, and I slid forward, making Dave groan loudly into Ben's mouth.

"She's playing with my ass," said Dave, breaking off their kiss.  "She has
two fingers up there.  Ben, she's finger-fucking my ass.  Ohhhh, it feels
so gooood . . ." Dave suddenly starting humping harder, and as I looked
between the men, I saw Dave's dick twitch and jump as he began squirting
copiously all over Ben's cock, balls, and thighs.

Unbelievably, Ben still hadn't come.  With a deep sigh, Dave relaxed and
started to pee as I removed my fingers.  The puddle underneath us became
bigger and warmer as Dave thoroughly wet the bed.  Ben carefully took
Dave's sensitive cockhead between his thumb and finger and aimed the stream
up between them.  It was strong enough to hit them both in the face, and
they kissed open-mouthed, sharing the piss until Dave's flow abated.

Dave still hadn't gone entirely soft, so I turned him over on his back and
climbed aboard.  Ben helped guide Dave's cock into my pussy, and he slid in
with ease.  He was about 6 inches long--perfect, really--and uncommonly
thick, so it didn't take long for me to get really into what we were doing.
Dave got harder and harder, too--I had apparently picked the right guys to
have fun with!

Ben, in the meantime, got to his knees and came close to me.  He rubbed his
hard, wet dick against my hip, sucked briefly on my nipple, then brought
his fingers to my clit and his lips to my ear, making me shiver.  "I want
some of that," he breathed.  "I've wanted to feel your sweet pussy clench
around my hard dick ever since I first saw you by the train."  I moaned,
rotating my hips in lazy circles, fucking Dave slowly.  "I thought I was
gonna have to have fun by myself today.  Know what I was going to do before
I saw you?" he asked.  I shook my head.  "I had forced down almost a gallon
of water, and I was going to have an accident on the train," he explained,
licking my ear.  I felt a squirt of pee against my hip, and Dave and I both
started moaning in earnest.  "I was going to wait until I couldn't hold it
anymore, then stand up, dance around, and piss myself in front of everyone.
But then," he breathed, his voice changing into more of a growl, "then I
met you.  And *you,*" he said, biting my neck lightly and tweaking my other
nipple, "*you* had to pee *so fucking bad.* You're lucky I didn't bend you
over right there in the parking lot."

I wasn't cumming, but my body was so completely on fire that I could hardly
believe what I was feeling.  My cunt was so wet that I could hardly keep
Dave inside me, so I quickly dismounted, threw myself into Ben's arms, and
let him slam me down into the bed.  Ben roughly grabbed one of my legs,
lined his purple dick up with my dripping pussy, and rammed home as hard as
he could.

I screamed--I'd had no idea how strong he was.  Ben's dick was bigger than
Dave's--at least eight inches--and thicker.  I could hardly take him all
in, but he pistoned me mercilessly.  As Ben proceeded to grab my hips and
pound me hard enough to make me bleed, I reached down and played with my
clit, teasing myself as I was ravaged.

Dave, recovered from his previous orgasm, climbed up on the bed behind Ben.
As Ben felt Dave's hand on his ass, he slowed down a little, allowing Dave
to part his cheeks.  Dave's dick must have been pretty well lubed with my
pussy juice, because he didn't seem to have any trouble sliding into Ben's
sensitive asshole.  We all picked up the pace again, fucking in a
relentless rhythm as Dave drove hard into Ben, which drove Ben harder into
me.  We didn't last--it wasn't long before I watched Ben's eyes roll back
in his head as he coated the inside of my cunt with his load.  Feeling his
dick twitch set me off again, and I pulled on my clit, screaming as wave
after wave of massive orgasm worked its way through my body.  Dave was the
last to get his release; the clenching of Ben's ass around his dick must
have sent him over the edge, and he let out a string of obscenities as he
pumped over and over into Ben's chute, squirting as he pounded his
prostate.

Finally spent, we disconnected from each other and fell back onto the bed,
exhausted.  Ben held me from behind, his big arms wrapped around me
totally, and Dave rested against Ben's back.  Since there were bedsheets to
be washed, we had to avoid falling asleep, as tempting as it was to do so.
Eventually we made ourselves stand up, threw everything into the washing
machine, and all got into the shower together.  There was no real sexual
contact as we washed each other, just a lot of making out between us,
including a couple very nice three-way kisses that would have started any
number of things had we not been too sore for more sex.  As we waited for
the laundry to come out of the dryer, the three of us cuddled naked on the
couch, not really watching TV.

As I got dressed, Ben looked everywhere for his jumper cables, finally
realizing that he'd loaned them to a friend and forgotten all about having
done so.  He offered to drive me home, so I kissed Dave goodbye--fondling
his cock one more time for good measure--and got into Ben's car.

At my apartment, I located my own jumper cables, and we drove back to the
train station, where Ben helped me get my car started.  I smiled at him
when I heard the motor turn over.  "Thanks," I said.  "This has been the
best roadside assistance experience I've ever had."

He laughed.  "Believe me, this doesn't happen to me every day.  Usually
it's just me and my right hand or me and Dave.  I haven't had a girlfriend
in, like, five years," he said.

"I live alone with my cat, as you saw," I said.  "So feel free to call me
anytime."  We exchanged phone numbers and made out for a little while in
the parking lot, then with a flash of his infamous grin, Ben promised to
call me.  We got into our cars and left.

I meet with Ben and Dave at least a few times a month, and we always make
sure to have really full bladders before we get together.  When it's not
the three of us, though, it's me and Ben--getting it on with both guys is
fun and kinky and sexy, but Ben and I also enjoy the same kinds of movies
and music, going out to eat like civilized people, and sometimes even
"vanilla" sex.  We're really into each other.  We've stopped seeing other
people besides Dave, and I can't help but think how lucky I was the day I
accidentally left my dome light on!