Note: I practise safe sex and always use a condom unless both I and my partner have recently had health checks and neither of us is sleeping around. I encourage you to do the same. However, in a fantasy scenario I prefer the spontaneity of 'bareback'.

There’s a music shop just down the road from where I live selling guitars, amplifiers, keyboards and similar acoustic and electronic instruments and gadgets. I went in for the first time about six months ago and couldn’t help noticing that the younger of the two guys behind the counter had long hair and a very feminine appearance and manner. I wondered whether he’d be interested in some non-musical fun with another guy so I started visiting the shop regularly, buying the odd item occasionally. I went in at various times of day and discovered that the younger guy was called Chris and lived above the shop so he always locked up in the evening. The older guy, Geoff, often went home early on Saturdays so I deliberately went in just before closing one Saturday afternoon wearing lycra running tights over a panty-girdle and a lycra long-sleeved tee-shirt over a crop top. Both top and bottom outer garments were skin tight and, although not too blatant, an unevenness at mid-thigh due to the lace-trimmed legs of the panty-girdle and the outline of the crop top could be seen by anyone looking for that sort of detail. I wandered around looking at the goods on display, concentrating on those where I was totally visible by Chris who was now alone in the shop except for me. I bent down to look at an amplifier on the floor, deliberately flaunting my arse at Chris. I could see him looking at my rear with interest, his face reflected in the chrome panel of an amplifier that was at just the right angle. Then I noticed him go to the door and put up the ‘Closed’ sign.

I apologized for coming in so close to closing time and he said there was no hurry as he hadn’t any plans for the evening. This was an opportunity to start chatting and I noticed an aroused bulge in the front of the jogging bottoms that he was wearing. I wondered whether it was my outfit that was turning him on and as I glanced down at my still unaroused bulge, I noticed a small wet spot where I had leaked some pre-cum in anticipation of an intimate encounter. My running tights were grey and the wet spot was very noticeable but I hoped it’s visibility might turn out to be a good thing. I commented to Chris that he looked good in his jogging bottoms (I often wore joggers when I had visited the shop previously) to which he replied that he’d rather be wearing lycra tights like mine and he asked me where I’d bought them. I told him the name of the mail order firm and said that the garments they supplied were of a particularly smooth material and I asked him if he’d like to feel my tights. He hesitated and said he’d pull down the blinds first.

Once we were completely out of sight of passers-by, he came over to me and gently stroked my thigh and said how nice they felt, particularly when being worn by someone. Chris then commented that he’d noticed how I usually wore joggers and did I like his. I said “Yes” and asked if I could feel the material they were made of. Chris said “OK” and I then caressed his thigh through the material and his bulge got noticeably bigger. “What have we here?” I asked and I moved my hand to stroke his crotch and he moaned gently at my touch, his penis twitching at the unexpected contact. He moaned again and asked me to move to let him touch my crotch and I felt his exploring hand gently squeeze my balls and caress my now stiffening shaft.
“Shall we go to your bedroom?” I asked, to which he replied enthusiastically,
“Ooh yes please!”

He led the way upstairs to a room with pale peach walls and a double bed with peach sheets and pillowcases, suggestively feminine but not too blatant. Chris then removed his shoes and took down his joggers to reveal a pair of frilly pink panties and as he turned around he revealed a lace-trimmed hole at the rear giving access to his anus, so my initial deductions had been correct. At the sight of his pretty pink panties, my cock became even harder so I asked Chris to pull down my leggings. This he did from a kneeling position and he gasped with delight when he saw that I too was a lover of feminine underwear. He kissed the bulge in my panty-girdle and asked if he could pull that down too. I said “Please do” and as the undies were removed my shaft attained a horizontal position and was immediately enveloped by Chris’s lips as he sucked it and caressed my helmet with his tongue.

I wanted his arse and suggested that he get on the bed on all fours, an instruction which he obeyed immediately. I then produced a tube of lubricating gel from my bag and pressed some into his anus with my finger before coating my expectant member. The sight of his puckered rosette, visible through the lace ring surrounding the rear hole in his pink panties, ensured that my erection was maintained at maximum rigidity and I slipped it through the lacy ring and into contact with his anus. I gently pushed, felt his resistance, withdrew a little, then pushed again just a little harder. It was at that moment that Chris told me he was a virgin and would I be gentle with him. I pulled my penis clear and slid a finger through his anus, pushing to make the inner sphincter relax. A second intrusion with two fingers needed less pressure to slide all the way in. I finger-fucked him for a couple of minutes before again bringing my cock into position. This time, my gentle push felt less resistance but I withdrew slightly and gently pushed again. It was with a sigh of delight from me and a moan of ecstasy from Chris that I felt his anus yield completely to the rigid intruder.

I commenced a deep slow fucking motion to get him used to me and after a few minutes I began to fuck him in earnest, my strokes becoming faster as my arousal increased. I didn’t want to finish too quickly so I slowed again before I felt my spunk rising and continued giving Chris a more gentle and longer fuck. After about ten minutes I wanted more and I increased the tempo of my strokes, this time thrusting hard until I felt the onset of my orgasm at which point I pushed all the way in with my cock totally enclosed by the walls of his rectum and my belly pressed hard against his buttocks as my balls pumped spurt after spurt of my thick love cream deep inside Chris’s arse. He begged me not to pull out and we managed to reposition ourselves on the bed in the ‘spoons’ position without my cock coming out of Chris and we lay there, enjoying the feel of each others’ bodies, for some time before eventually I became completely flaccid and slid out. A slight dribble of spunk leaked from Chris’s anus and ran down his buttock and his relaxed posture and deep contented breathing indicated that he too had greatly enjoyed our intimacy. I didn’t stay the night that first time but there have been many enjoyable sessions with Chris since and I usually do spend the night in his bed afterwards.

For a long time I have fantasized about receiving a directly injected piss enema, but with condoms it just wasn’t possible. However, now that I’ve been tested and found disease-free and a friend of mine similarly with equally good results, we decided to try it.

I visited Jim at his home and after some initial playing around and plenty to drink, he told me he needed a piss urgently. I suggested that we try him giving me a piss enema. We had to get him hard so he could penetrate my puckered paradise, and then he had to get soft once ‘in residence’ so that he could piss. It wasn’t difficult giving him a hard-on; exposing my man cunt between the inviting globes of my buttocks and some sexy talk soon had him ready. After applying a little lube to his now upstanding member, he moved into the docking position and I felt the cool slipperiness of the lube as his helmet came into contact with my anus. A little gentle thrusting followed by a little more pressure from him and I felt my inner sphincter open wide to the rampant intruder. He fucked me for a few minutes then stopped with his cock buried to the hilt deep in my arse. A couple of minutes of waiting followed as he let his cock go limp and then he started to piss. I was very surprised to find that I couldn’t feel the piss hitting my insides as it jetted from his penis, but I knew he was filling me up because I could feel the familiar pressure building up as my rectum was stretched by the continuous inflow of urine. He certainly had plenty in his bladder before he started emptying himself into me and when he had finished he was so aroused by our situation that he was hard again almost immediately. He then began fucking me again and it felt so good in combination with the “need to go” feeling resulting from the fullness of my rectum. The piss also helped to lubricate his pistoning action which was definitely smoother than during our previous fucks. I told him I wanted him to pump his spunk into me too, and to speed up the delivery of his semen, he withdrew his cock, vigorously wanked it with his right hand and then, as he felt his orgasm building, once again he entered me, this time with more urgency and in a single thrust he slid home as he buried his shaft to the hilt in my arse, his balls pumping their contents into my already full rectum. He remained inside me for another minute or so before again going limp and slipping out. A final pleasant surprise for me was the almost complete lack of leakage from my arse. After my sphincter had been stretched open for some time, I didn’t expect its closing as Jim withdrew to be quite so effective against the inner pressure of the combined piss and spunk. It was almost with regret that I subsequently visited the toilet and expelled Jim’s gifts. We had both enjoyed the experience and it’s definitely one that I’d like to repeat.

I've just received a very reassuring phone call from my local Sexual Health Clinic. The tests I underwent last week have all proved negative. The diseases I haven't got include Hepatitis B & C, Gonorrhea, Syphilis, HIV and Chlamydia (those are all I can remember from the phone call). I didn't think I was infected but as I had had unprotected sex/split condom with a total of 4 partners, it was really good to have medical confirmation of my disease-free status. Thanks a million, NHS!

I recently had a sexual health check at the local hospital. Finding out about where to get the checkup done was very easy. I simply googled "NHS sexual health" and got several links, the second of which I clicked and was taken straight to the NHS Choices page where I clicked Sexual Health in a list on the left. I was then asked for my post code and then a list of local centres appeared complete with contact details, opening hours, etc. I phoned the number given and making an appointment was simple and straightforward.

I turned up at the appointed time and found the checkup VERY interesting. After filling in a form with my name, address, etc., I had an initial consultation with a very pleasant woman who asked intimate questions about my sexual behaviour which I answered truthfully but it was an odd experience, telling intimate details to a female stranger. I was then handed over to a female nurse who took 2 swabs from the back of my throat almost triggering the gag reflex (slightly unpleasant), one swab from inside the tip of my penis (slightly painful), 2 swabs from inside my rectum which involved the nurse sliding a well lubricated proctoscope in through my anus (very nice), 4 blood samples and a urine sample.

I was also given the first injection of a course of immunisation against Hepatitis B, after which I was told to wait for 10 minutes in case of any allergic reaction (I had none) and then a stunningly gorgeous young blonde woman had a chat with me about sexual health and what to do if I suspected I'd been with an HIV positive partner and the condom had split - did you know that HIV is curable if treated within 72 hours of initial infection (the sooner after infection, the better)??? There's a drug called Pepsi (spelled Pepse) which does the trick although I understand the side effects are not pleasant. I was warned that the syphilis result can take up to 2 weeks and that syphilis can be dormant for years with no symptoms or you can get symptoms within 9 days of infection or anything in between.

In conclusion, it was a most interesting experience which I shall have no hesitation about repeating as and when required. A yearly checkup was suggested.

My experience was in the UK and so was free under the National Health Service. Obviously I can't make any comments about such tests in other countries, nor about the costs involved. I hope those of you living in the UK found this helpful and if you're thinking about getting checked - go for it. You'll be pleasantly surprised, and hopefully the results will be pleasant too. I'm waiting for mine as I write this on 15th January 2010.

I was out for a run in the woods wearing my tight black lycra leggings over soft cotton underwear, running shoes and a figure hugging long sleeved grey teeshirt. I had stopped for a break and was sitting on one of several bench seats in the wood when a young lady also in skin tight black leggings and a tight pink top which showed off her ample bosom came hobbling along from the opposite direction. I say hobbling because that is the best description of her progress; she was obviously in some distress and she soon made it clear what her problem was by asking me,
"Are there any public toilets near here?"
I would have thought the answer was an obvious no so she must be asking with a view to the inevitable end as there were plenty of side paths leading deep into woodland which she could have used. However, I replied,
"Not that I know of, but don't worry. Sit astride my lap facing me and we'll soon solve your problem."
She looked rather pleased at my suggestion although she tried to hide the fact. It was with some difficulty at containing her 'problem' that she climbed astride me and as her breasts were level with my face I could clearly see her aroused state by the stiffness of her nipples.
"Just relax and let it happen."
I told her in a calm soothing voice and I felt her tense thigh muscles which had been gripping me relax and then a warm wetness which soon became a flood invaded my groin as she simply let her bladder empty itself into her panties and leggings with the inevitable soaking of my leggings and undies too. The feeling was absolutely delightful as her hot pee soaked my crotch, running round to my buttocks and arsehole as the flood continued for what seemed an age before it eventually stopped. During the performance her thigh muscles had spasmed and she had let out a groan of ecstacy so it was obvious that she had had an orgasm as she completed her deliberate wetting. I say deliberate because she really had no excuse for such a full bladder in a woodland full of very private nooks and crannies where she could have relieved herself with little possibility of being observed.
As she finished she said,
"Thankyou. That was wonderful!"
and as she started to get to her feet I said,
"Could we have a little chat?"
"Why not?"
was her reply and in the ensuing conversation she made it clear that my interpretation of events had been the correct one. She had planned on a wetting acident but even more specifically, she had planned on having the accident in my presence. Wetting herself while sitting astride me and sharing her warm wet golden gift had been the icing on the cake. She had seen me a few weeks previously as I sat on the same seat and peed myself. I had been wearing black leggings then too but she'd come along just as I left the seat and had noticed the wet patch where I had been sitting and as she'd seen no sign of distress on my face she had assumed, correctly, that my 'accident' had been deliberate. She had since been a regular visitor to the wood and had looked out for me. On more than one occasion she'd seen me wet myself or seen the wet patches I'd left so she was sure that I too was a lover of wetting myself. I then revealed to her that I too had a full bladder and would she like to be the recipient of my bladder contents..
"Would I? Try to stop me!"
was her reply. We both went up a narrow twisty path to a secluded clearing I had discovered during my many woodland walks and there I told her to crouch down with her back to me and then to stretch the waistbands of her leggings and panties so that there was a gap between her body and her clothes. I then lowered my leggings and pants, freeing my tumescent cock which I inserted between her panties and her waist. A moment later I opened the floodgates to let my pee flow down the cleavage between her buttocks, flowing past her arsehole and around to her cunt to refresh the wetness of her gussets with new warmth. I was still peeing when she orgasmed again, this time falling over as she lost control which resulted in some of my pee soaking her pink top too, which didn't disturb her in the least.
When she had recovered we both agreed that we'd do it again and we arranged a date and time. My woodland walks have taken on a completely new meaning since that memorable first time.

I have always enjoyed tight-fitting garments that show off my endowment and since being a teenager I have enjoyed wetting myself so one of my regular activities was to go for a walk in a local park known for 'cruising' wearing a cotton jockstrap (for extra absorbency and support) under a cotton/lycra pair of light grey cycle shorts. I would ensure a full bladder before setting out and also take a big bottle of liquid refreshment with me so that I could be sure of a large quantity of liquid ready to be released into my shorts when the opportunity arose. I was just returning along the twisty path from an unsuccessful visit to a secluded spot in the woods known for intimate activities when I encountered another guy. I told him that I was desperate for a pee and was going to wet myself at which he begged me to do it over him. He bent over so that his bottom was toward me and I pressed my crotch against his arse before opening the floodgates. His sighs of delight at feeling my warm wet flood cascading over his arse and legs were very satisfying to hear and when I'd emptied the last drops from my bladder we parted, making a mental note of each others appearance should we encounter one another again.

A couple of weeks later, a similar situation arose and this time he sat on the ground reclining against a tree with his mouth level with my crotch. Again I presented him with a copious flow of fresh urine, some of which he drank but most of which cascaded down his chest into his crotch, soaking his clothes which he obviously enjoyed. I forget how things turned to rimming but in return for my pissing over him, he volunteered to lick my arsehole so I lowered my soaking wet shorts and presented my arse to his face. I immediately experienced the pleasure of a probing tongue exploring the region around and attempting entry to my most intimate orifice. My friend kept this up for several highly enjoyable minutes before he'd had enough and I pulled my wet shorts back up and we went our separate ways.

That was the first of many occasions where I would pee my pants while standing over his seated body while he first attempted to drink as much of the cascading flood as he could and then he would reward my donation with a good session of licking and probing my arsehole with his tongue. We never exchanged names or phone numbers and unfortunately the Parks Department has done major pruning and removal of trees and bushes making that particular park no longer suitable for private intimate fun deep in the woodland. But I am hopeful of meeting my friend again in another woodland where I now go for my wetting walks.

There's a place near my home where a new road has bypassed the old which now constitutes a large layby separated from the new road by woodland which extends both sides of the old road. This has become a 'cruising' spot and when I'm in the mood I'll drive over there, park my car and walk about in the hope of encountering similarly inclined individuals.
On one memorable occasion I had just arrived and was still sitting in my car when a young man walked by and tapped on the window. He had recognised my car from a previous encounter and he had remembered that I was interested in pissing fun. I don't think anything had happened on our previous meeting but this time he told me that he was bursting to go and would I like him to piss over me. I said that that sounded like a fun idea and I got out of my car and we both went into the woodland out of sight of the other parked vehicles. I stood with my back to the young guy and bent my knees so that my waist was just below the level of his crotch. I was wearing cotton panties under my light blue boot pants (figure hugging from waist to knees and flared below the knees) so I inserted my hand between my back and my panties and pulled the panties clear so there was a gap into which my new friend could direct his piss. He could see the cleavage between my arse cheeks as he got out his cock, pointed it in my direction and started to relieve himself. The feeling of the hot fresh piss hitting the base of my spine, flowing down between my buttocks and making a pool around my balls in the gusset of my panties, soaking my anus on the way down, was a delightful experience which lasted a remarkably long time - he really had been bursting to go. Like all good things, the flow eventually came to an end. He zipped himself up and I squelched back to the car in my sodden panties, boot pants and socks to put a plastic rubbish sack on the driver's seat before sitting down in my wetness and once again enjoying the feeling of the wet panties against my arse hole. It had been a well worthwhile visit to the layby.

The Underwear Party

It had started as a joke. My wife, Jenny, and I had been thinking of holding a fancy dress party and I jokingly suggested that it could be an underwear party. She then suggested that all the women could turn up in men's underwear and all the men in women's undies. This was after a good meal and a bottle of wine and, as we were of similar size, we decided to try on each others underwear there and then. My wife looked stunning in my thigh-length tight lycra Underarmour underpants which outlined every curve and crevice, and I tried on a pair of her very thin nylon and lycra Vanity Fair briefs; these were equally figure-hugging and my penis was all but visible through the thin material as it rapidly grew to its full 8 inches and tented out the panties very sexily. We were both very turned on and as Jenny was wearing male underpants, she suggested that I ought to treat her as a male and shaft her up the arse. We'd included anal sex in our love-making so this was not unfamiliar territory but it was an arousing suggestion and my stiff cock became even harder as she bent over, resting her hands on the sofa arm as I peeled down her pants - I'd already got my cock free of the confines of my panties and the end was dripping with precum so it was a smooth entry as my rigid prick slid deep into Jenny through her tight puckered rear entrance. She moaned with the pleasure of being penetrated and I started to piston my cock in and out of her rectum, revelling in the feel of her tight muscle ring sliding up and down my shaft as she squirmed and moaned in ecstacy. After ten minutes I could feel my imminent orgasm getting close and my strokes became shorter and quicker until with one final deep thrust I pushed my penis as far into Jenny's arse as I could, squashing my balls against her cunt as I pumped a huge load of hot fresh semen deep inside her. She screamed as her orgasm hit her almost simultaneously and it was a gentle parting as my cock became limp and slid out of her arsehole.

We were a little dubious as to whether we should hold such a party and if we did, whether we should choose less revealing underwear but we decided to wear what we had done the night we first had the idea. The invitations were sent out to our more broadminded friends and when the time came we were delighted to see that most of our guests had chosen similarly to ourselves and were wearing very revealing pants and panties. I particularly remember Dave who took off his trousers to reveal a silky pair of long pink bloomers, loose fitting but with elastic at waist and legs. As the guests continued to arrive, the sight of so much female flesh clad in y-fronts, boxers, trunks, jock straps and thongs, not forgetting the cocks in everything from bikini briefs to pantie-girdles, was having an obvious effect on most of the men. Dave's pink bloomers were tenting very impressively and I was having trouble restraining myself from cumming in my panties. As it was, many of the men had very noticeable wet spots on their panties and several of the women had moist gussets by the time everyone had arrived.

My work mate, Dave, caught my eye, beckoned me over to a corner and asked if we could go somewhere private for a chat. I suggested the spare bedroom and as we went upstairs, Dave told me that he had a fantasy about fucking another man up the arse and did I think the gay couple, Brian and Jim from over the road, would be interested in him. This was a surprise to me but I'd secretly had a longing to experience being on the receiving end of a nice thick cock so I told Dave that I'd be more than willing to be his partner. We'd reached the bedroom by this time and I lowered my briefs as I knelt on the bed, exposing my 'back door' to Dave who hurriedly pulled down his bloomers and approached my backside, his large cock sticking out in front leading the way. I well remember the thrill as I felt his slippery wet helmet touch my anus and then I felt the pressure as he began to push. I wanted him inside me and I pushed back. Suddenly I felt my anus opening and Dave's cock sliding into me; the feeling was indescribably erotic as I felt my rectum filling with his long engorged shaft as it slid ever deeper until I felt his balls slap against mine. A rhythmic fucking action followed with my anus revelling in the feeling of Dave's thick cock sliding in and out, lubricated by the copious quantities of precum that had oozed and was still oozing from his cock as a result of his excitement. It only took a few minutes before he started to speed up and I knew that he would be cumming very soon when the door opened and my neighbour, Alan stood there astonished in his frilly pale lemon rhumba panties which were clearly showing his arousal. He said to Dave, "Carry on. Don't mind me!" and, despite Alan's arrival having put Dave off his stroke, a minute later and Dave was speeding up again and he soon shot his load deep inside me. I didn't want him to pull out, his cock felt so good inside me, but he soon went limp and slid out. I was unprepared for what happened next as I felt another stiff cock, not quite so thick this time, push its way into my welcoming hole. I looked round to see Alan had lowered his panties and his cock was now pumping away inside my arse. "Great party, John!", he said as he devoted his full attention to my stretched and well lubricated anus.

It turned out that Dave and I had been missed and various guests had explored the house looking for us, Alan being the finder. As Dave left, he bumped into Jim, who saw him come out of the spare bedroom and, hearing the sounds of intercourse coming through the open door, he decided to investigate. As he saw Alan fucking me, his first thought was to fetch his gay partner, Brian to join in watching the action so we soon had an enthusiastic audience of two watching Alan fucking my arse. This added to my excitement and also to Alan's as his prick became firmer still and he speeded up his action before emptying his balls into my arse. Again, I wanted him to stay inside me but again the cock stretching my arsehole wide open lost its stiffness and slid out. "Another cock, please!" I heard myself call out and almost before my anus closed I felt Jim's penis enter me. His technique was very different from Dave's or Alan's for as he pumped in and out, he moved from side to side ensuring that not only did my anus experience his pistoning shaft but the walls of my rectum were also being caressed by his silky helmet. As he was experienced at buggery, he took much longer before his accelerating pace indicated he was about to come and so for the third time that evening a pair of balls squirted their semen deep into my arse. I didn't have time to make any comment as Jim withdrew because Brian had already lowered his pink lacy panty-girdle and was sliding his shorter but thicker cock into me before I had time to draw breath. I had so far been concentrating on the feelings in my arse but by now my cock was making its feelings known and I knew I would soon cum without touching my prick. However Jim, not one to waste sperm, had lain on the bed and positioned himself so that his head was just below my penis and he opened his mouth and lifted his head, closing his lips around my rigid shaft as his partner continued his assault on my arsehole. This proved too much for my control and I felt the spasm as my balls tightened and my semen shot from my cock down Jim's throat. Brian was further excited by Jim fellating me and his pace increased and then with one final thrust he too emptied his balls into my arse. I was beginning to feel just a little sore around the anus by now and it was not without relief that I noticed there were no more cocks waiting to deposit in my sperm bank. My arse was so well used and so full of semen that my anus hadn't closed properly and semen was dripping from my arse into the crotch of my panties when Jenny walked in.

"So this is what you get up to when I'm not watching you!" she said with a smile on her face as she approached me from the rear with her tongue sticking out. I have always loved the feel of a tongue in my arse and Jenny knew this. I also knew that Jenny loved the taste of semen so it was a pleasure for both of us as Jenny tongued my anus and enjoyed the taste of the seeping semen at the same time. My cock regained its stiffness with the combination of Jenny's lingual stimulation of my anus and Jim's massaging my penis with his mouth and for the second time I shot my load into Jim's mouth.

After we had all recovered we went downstairs to find that most of the guests had gone outside onto the patio which wasn't overlooked by any of the neighbouring houses and was comfortably warm as this was mid August. Moreover, that was where the barbecue was and before her trip upstairs, Jenny had organised the food and drink so everyone was enjoying themselves. I was interested to see that the moist gussets of some of the female guests were no longer moist but sopping wet. It was obvious that several women had deliberately wet themselves. I'll now hand you over to Jenny for her description of the party ...

When all the guests had arrived, I suggested that we go out onto the patio and I explained that any activities were OK provided all participants were happy. As soon as I'd said this, Valery, from number 24, asked if she could use the bathroom. I said "Sure. You know where it is." but Val exclaimed "Oh dear, it's too late!" as a flood emerged from her tight grey boxer shorts leaving a very obvious dark wet patch around her crotch. Some of the men were obviously turned on even more by this blatant display of wetting and it was Jack who approached Val (now sitting on a garden chair), lowered his pastel green panties and offered her his cock which was level with Val's mouth. Without saying anything, Val leaned forward and wrapped her lips around Jack's bell end and started sucking. Jack moved closer and soon Val was demonstrating her expertise by taking Jack's 9 inches in full by swallowing half of it. Jack shot his load within minutes and then with his cock still in Val's mouth explained that he needed a piss. Val nodded as well as she could to say "OK. Do it now!". Jack obeyed and despite frantic swallowing by Val, at least half of Jack's piss poured out of her mouth and ran down her grey muscle vest, making her nipples stick out even more than they were aleady doing. Meanwhile Ann was lying on the grass and Janet lowered herself onto Ann so their cunts were only separated by Ann's white y-fronts and Janet's light blue boxer shorts. A moment later Janet's boxers were turning a much darker blue and Ann's y-fronts were taking on a distinctly yellow hue as Janet opened the flood gates and let out the entire contents of her bladder which flooded both her boxers and Ann's y-fronts. Peter was obviously also into toilet fun as the front of his white thigh length figure-hugging lace edged panties showed a growing yellow wetness which poured onto Steve's lacy cream vest and panties; Steve was sitting just in front of where Peter was emptying his bladder. I was on Peter's right and no sooner had he finished peeing himself than I noticed a growing brown bulge in the back of his panties as he was not only pissing in his panties but emptying his bowels too. Although this was gross, I was strangely excited by the sight of this grown man in very feminine undies performing the most intimate personal acts in his panties in publlic. I could feel my long tight lycra pants get very moist in the gusset as my juices started to flow.

I went over to Peter and caressed his wet cock and balls through his wet panties and suggested that he might like to accompany me to a spot behind some bushes. He took the hint and we hurried down the garden with my cunt getting wetter with anticipation every second. I lay on the grass and Peter pulled down the front of his panties to release his cock as I pulled off my tight white underpants revealing my moist hairless cunt yearning for action. Peter immediately got on top of me and his stiff member easily slid into me. I wanted him deeper and my hands went around his bottom to pull him deeper in. It was then that I felt his shitty bulge change shape as my pulling spread the shit all over his buttocks and balls. This only turned him on even more and I felt his cock swell as it hardened even more inside me and pushed at my cunt walls, stretching me and giving me an incredibly erotic sensation as he kept pumping at my cunt. I felt my orgasm building and his relentless pumping seemed endless as he took me over the top and I screamed with ecstacy as my cunt tightened, squeezing every last drop of semen from him for he had orgasmed simultaneously. We both pulled our undies back up before joining the rest, many of whom were also fucking, fellating and sodomising one another.

I announced that the food would soon be ready and I appointed Steve to run the barbecue as my husband, John, was nowhere to be seen. It was then that I was told that Dave and John had disappeared and several others had gone to look for them. I also went in search of John and what a sight met my eyes as I entered the spare bedroom - there was John on all fours on the bed with his panties around his knees which were as far apart as the stretched panties would allow. His arse was a gaping hole dripping semen into the crotch of his stretched panties and Brian's cock which was wilting appeared to have been a recent visitor as it was covered in spunk. I was so turned on at this scene of a homosexual gang bang that I went straight for John's arse with my tongue to lap up all that delicious semen and also to explore John's arse with my tongue deeper than I'd ever managed before. It was a wonderful experience and the supply of semen seemed never ending.

Eventually we went downstairs and joined the others on the patio for food and wine. Most of us were too exhausted for more sexual activities but there were several guests, both men and women, who relieved themselves into their underwear before the party finished. We all agreed it had been a fantastic evening and John and I are eagerly looking forward to the next underwear party.

I had met Natasha, a transvestite with certain other interests, on the internet. I remember describing to her a fantasy of mine. It was to be present at a wedding or ball, dressed in my full length lilac satin bridesmaid's dress with all the necessary accessories - shoes, wig, makeup, jewellery, etc. but with one significant difference - under my skirts I would be wearing a nappy so that the proceedings would not need to be interrupted by anything so mundane as needing to visit the toilet. Other guests would be similarly equipped and there would be 'intimate maids' available who would get under ones skirts and perform the delicate but necessary intimate act of changing the nappy when it was wet or 'soiled'. Natasha immediately expressed a desire to be one of the intimate maids but she also explained that any cleaning up necessary after removing the nappy she would do using her mouth and tongue. This sounded intriguing, for although I wouldn't like to perform such cleaning with my mouth and tongue, I was perfectly willing to give her the pleasure of such an intimate act.

The opportunity arose when she came to stay at a local motel because of a business meeting on a Saturday morning. The timing of the meeting was a shame because I usually have a 'bowel movement' in the morning first thing although I can usually hold it for an hour or two if necessary. This did mean that when I arrived at the motel, my rectum was nearly empty. I arrived to find Natasha fully dressed in her full length light blue satin dress and all the trimmings. We hugged then I quickly unpacked and changed into my short pink silky dress under which I was wearing a pair of white cotton lace trimmed panties. After covering the bed with a protective sheet, I got onto the bed on all fours. Natasha lifted my skirt, lowered my panties and applied her mouth and tongue to my arsehole which was then perfectly clean, so to partially create the scenario envisaged in my fantasy I had to be dirty so I pushed and succeeded in expelling a quantity of poo which Natasha eagerly lapped up, ensuring my anus was nice and clean afterwards.

After we had finished, I expressed a desire to see Natasha's penis which she proudly showed me; it was large with a lovely foreskin and it was rigid, ready for action. I wanted it inside me but was doubtful as to the ability of my anus to stretch wide enough. Fortunately I had brought with me a set of butt plugs, the largest of which I could just accommodate and on comparing it with Natasha's penis, I was pleased to see that, at its widest point, the butt plug was marginally wider, so I lubricated the plug and slowly inserted it into my arsehole, gradually pushing it all the way in until my anus was stretched to its widest diameter. Meanwhile, Natasha had put on a condom and lubricant so as soon as I removed the butt plug, it was immediately replaced by Natasha's magnificent weapon. As her cock was the same diameter all the way, it was larger overall than the butt plug, so despite my preparations, it felt absolutely huge as it slid inside me. I was once again on all fours on the bed and Natasha adjusted her position so that she was kneeling on my calves and resting her hands on top of my hands so that I was totally under her control as she began to fuck me. I had never previously felt so helpless and it was a wonderful feeling to be in the control of such a well endowed TV as she pumped away at my arsehole. I rhythmically tightened and relaxed my anus to give her added stimulation and it was some time before she climaxed inside me. As she withdrew I felt very empty and open.

Natasha then took off her dress and panties and got on all fours on the other bed. I was in no state to be hard by now as I too had just come in my panties but I took a mid-sized butt plug from my collection and applied it to her arsehole, inserting part way, withdrawing, pushing it in a bit further, withdrawing and continuing these gradually increasing penetrative strokes until the plug finally slid all the way in leaving her anus gripping the narrower neck at its base. She enjoyed our butt plug games but then it was her turn to have a bowel movement. She put her white panties back on and then with a gentle push she filled them with the contents of her bowels.

It was now time for watersports. I stripped off and put on a silky burgundy top and my soft cotton interlock bottle green school knickers with the double gusset extending all the way up the back of the knickers. This gave them extra absorbency where it mattered for I then crouched in the shower, holding the back of my knickers clear of my body while Natasha pointed her penis in my direction and started to empty her bladder (see my photo of this event). The feeling of her hot fresh piss as it flowed down the cleavage between my arse cheeks, soaking my knickers and pooling around my arsehole and balls was extremely pleasureable and I too emptied my bladder into the front of my knickers at the same time.

After a clean up I put on my male outer garments and after a final hug and cuddle, we parted. I hope to see Natasha again although she does live a long way away from my home. It had certainly been a Saturday to remember!

I had gone to my favourite wooded layby in my figure-hugging feminine pink teeshirt, a pair of lace trimmed panties under my rust coloured boot pants which, being figure hugging from waist to knee, clearly showed a decent sized bulge (or should I say indecent sized?) at my crotch.

I got out of my car and started to walk towards the southern end of the layby in the twilight. As I passed the front of a large articulated lorry (USA: semi), I saw its driver in just shorts and teeshirt was blatantly pissing in the road in front of his lorry. As I walked in front of him I caught his attention; he'd finished pissing by now but he had yet to put away his cock. I commented that he had a nice penis at which he asked if my bulge was the size he saw because of an erection. I replied that I wasn't yet hard and the conversation developed to a point where he invited me into his lorry. The cab was large, complete with a good sized bed and all the windows were curtained so no-one could see in. I, in the passenger seat, proceeded to remove my shoes, socks and boot pants leaving me in just teeshirt and panties when I climbed onto the bed, face down. The driver meanwhile had stripped off and put a condom onto his nice large erection and, now prepared, he pulled down my panties and applied some lubricant to my arsehole. I was eager to feel his cock inside me and it was with very little resistance that the driver slid deep inside me as he climbed on top of me. A rhythmic thrusting followed which lasted for many pleasurable minutes before his pace accelerated and with a long groan he shot his load into the condom while still deep inside me. I was reluctant to lose his cock which had felt so good, stretching my anus wide open as it pumped its load but he was softening and with a slight plopping sound he slid out of me. After he had climbed off my back, I pulled up my panties and got dressed before climbing down from his cab and returning to my car. It had been a most rewarding visit to the layby.