"Ooo, I Gotta Pee" ------------------ "Ooo, I gotta pee," I said, squirming. I was sitting in the front seat of Steve's Oldsmobile between Steve and his friend Grant. They were giving me a ride back to my car after a night of bar hopping and partying. I was drunk, and I'd just guzzled another beer hanging around while the band at the bar we'd been at loaded out. I knew a couple of the band guys, and they'd given us some more beers while we lingered with them after closing. I'd been busy talking to folks and hadn't realized until I heard the final slam of the back door of the bar that I really wanted to visit the little girl's room just one more time. Now I sat jiggling, legs crossed tightly as we rode across town. My breasts jiggled slightly too, and I suddenly felt Grant's eyes on me, on my bouncing breasts in particular. I was wearing short jean shorts and a little semi-tight T shirt, comfortable clothes on a warm summer night. My boyfriend was out of town traveling on business and wasn't due back until the next day, so I'd met up with Steve from work, and Grant who I'd never run into before, and gone out for a night of fun and drinking. I was also very horny. When my boyfriend is out of town, we have an agreement about masturbating. Anything less than a four day trip, and we will abstain. I was on day three, and I'd been conscious all evening of pleasant little tingly feelings. And the drinking had only made things worse. But now, noticing the effect my fidgety behavior was having, I bounced up and down a little more exaggeratedly and observed the desired results out of the corner of my eye-- Grant was staring at my tits and not being too discrete about it either. "Better not be too obvious," I thought and concentrated on settling down a bit. When we finally arrived at the parking lot of the bar where I'd left my car, the place was definitely deserted. There would be no running in there. Once stopped, I felt a little better and, noticing my horniness again, decided I wanted to flirt a bit with these guys before hopping in my own car and heading home. So I yawned and proclaimed how tired I was-- not too much of a yawn, but enough to poke my breasts out a bit more. I'd averted my head enough that both guys felt free to stare. I felt an sudden surge of increased libido, this simple little ploy having worked so nicely. And I felt that streak of "bad girl" rising up in me, the dark unpredictable side of my personality that occasionally takes control. I was feeling exhibitionistic. I wanted these guys to see my breasts. I wanted to give them a real good tease before going home to my lonely bed. I figured I'd just be all the more charged up for my boyfriend's return the next day. "You guys, you shouldn't look at a girl like that when she yawns," I said letting on that they were busted. "You shouldn't yawn like that," was Steve's reply. "I'm sorry, I yawn when I'm tired," I said, and then subconsciously responding to the pressure in my bladder, I squirmed a bit more. "You probably shouldn't do that either," suggested Grant. "Aw you guys... behave!" I said. "Do you even have a bra on?" asked Grant now, emboldened by alcohol. "Of course I do," I replied, feigning shock. "But I can see your nips through your shirt," he said. "You couldn't possibly be wearing a bra." "I've got on a very cute little bra with little pink and green flowers," I said, tossing my hair flirtatiously. "Let us see it, just a quick look and we'll believe you," said Steve joining in the flirting. My tee shirt barely came down to my waist, so I coyly lifted it up a bit, and real quick gave 'em a glimpse of my thin cotton bra. I felt another burst of horniness. Unfortunately it quickly gave way to that feeling of needing to pee real bad. But I was enjoying myself flirting and wasn't ready to stop yet. I didn't want to leave just cuz I had to go. I looked wistfully around the parking lot hoping there would be some dark enough area that I could go take care of things. I don't usually go outside, but in extreme circumstances you do what you gotta do. No place revealed itself. "Oh god you guys, I gotta go so bad," I said, yielding to another fit of squirming and bouncing up and down. They were pretty unsympathetic to say the least, and were both more intent on grabbing playfully at my shirt and getting another glimpse of the brassiere. I feistally fought off their attempts with the universal elbow block maneuver, but finally gave in a bit and let 'em have another peek. They started to edge my top up a little farther. I was suddenly powerless to stop them. I wanted them to have a good look at me and go home feeling as horny as I was now feeling. "Does that turn you on," I said, surprised by the suddenly husky sound to my voice. They didn't answer except for some mumbled assents. We all seemed to suddenly be having trouble talking. Grant reached out now to touch to tip of my right breast. I brushed his hand away but without my conviction, and he immediately reached for me again. A little more flirtatious scuffling ensued, and before I knew it, I had my right tit out being sucked on by Grant, while Steve, a little shyly was stroking my left one. I'd forgotten about my bursting bladder and gave in to some groping and kissing with these two guys. I now wanted Steve to be as out of control as Grant and I were becoming, and I said "Well Grant's had a turn, you might as well," and offered my left breast to him. Ah, heaven, to be really horny and have two strange guys at your breasts. My pelvis was now grinding as I became more consumed. I twisted back and forth, alternately kissing one and then the other. I fought off hands that tried to squeeze my thighs, but not too quickly. I was staring hungrily at the bulges in their jeans. But then through the intense horniness the agonizing pee feeling broke through again, this time white hot and extremely urgent. I was in trouble. I'd known this feeling a time or two before. Sometimes if I have to go really really bad, I'll even start to leak a little bit. I didn't want that to happen, of all times not now. "Oh god, just a minute," I said, "you gotta let me out. I'm about to burst. I've absolutely gotta go," I said. They probably thought I was going to leave them, to drive home, but that was out of the question at this point. I was going to have to find a corner of the parking lot or something, and quick! They of course didn't want to risk me leaving at this particular moment, and neither of them would open their door. My thighs were clenched as tight as a vise, and I was still grinding my pelvis, now for a different reason. "C'mon let me out," I said trying to climb over Grant. The struggling only made things worse. I sat still again, and tried to regain control. My breathing was shallow. It was too late. The pee was squeezing out even through my tightly clenched little pussy muscles. I felt a few warm drops in the crotch of my shorts. "Let me out, right now," I said, my tone of voice changing. They could tell I was suddenly dead serious, that I wasn't playing any more. Grant grudgingly opened his door and stepped out. I jumped out of the car and looked frantically around, legs squeezed together, bending forward slightly. The pressure was excruciating now that I was standing. My bladder felt like a rock, the pee screaming to get out. And with the street lights, there was no place that looked dark enough. I started to dart for the back wall of the bar taking short baby steps, but stopped short when another little squirt of pee escaped my pussy lips. I felt a couple drops run down my thigh. I started skittering again, but I was loosing it. Another step, another few drops. Panicking now, I wrestled with the button of my jean shorts and tugged at my zipper as another little trickle squeezed excruciatingly past my clenched muscles. I tugged the shorts down and started pissing uncontrollably even before I could get into a full squat. When you've got to go really really bad, it seems like the first few moments of peeing don't even help. But then finally you start to felt the pressure ease up. "Oh sweet relief," I moaned to myself as my bladder drained on the concrete of the parking lot. I probably peed hard for a solid minute at least. A wave of release swept over me as the last drops trickled from my pussy. But then I returned to reality. I looked back over to the two guys I'd been so recently being all sexy with. They were standing outside the car with unconcealed interest staring at my predicament. I felt instantly mortified. My shorts were soaked. Reluctantly I pulled the wet shorts up my damp thighs, but I didn't zip them or button them. I walked slowly back over to the car. "God, I'm so embarrassed," I said, "and wet." I giggled weakly, trying to see some humor in the situation that I wasn't really feeling. "Do you have any napkins or anything?" I asked. Steve got in the car and came out clutching a handful of Subway napkins and started to hand them to me. Grant intervened, taking the napkins himself. He brusquely grabbed my arm twisting me so I was facing the car and he said "Pull down your shorts and we'll get you dried off." His tone was so forceful, for some reason I complied. I let my wet shorts slip down my legs to the ground. He began wiping my inner thighs with the napkins while Steve watched wordlessly in amazement. I was part way bent over leaning against the car. Then he reached up and roughly wiped my pussy several times. Like a bolt of lightning, I felt my knees go weak and an incredible surge of horniness swept over me. He paused, and then dabbed at my pussy a few more times. "There, that should about do it" he said. I made a nearly inaudible low sound as this little bit of teasing attention stopped. My pussy wanted more. It wanted lots more. I willed myself to stand up, but instead my butt twitched a little from side to side. My pussy had a mind of its own. "Are you sure I'm dry enough?" I said, again the huskiness in my voice. "Oh, I see. You look like you need some other relief now, huh?" Grant observed. The slight undulation of my behind answered his question. I felt one of his hands on my hip and heard the sound of a zipper coming down and a belt being unfastened. "Grant, you can't do that. She's got a boyfriend," Steve protested. "We better go. Someone will see us." Coming back to my senses at the mention of my boyfriend, I started to twist around. But Grant grabbed me with both hands, holding me where I was, and in the process his hard on slapped me on the buttocks. "A girl who acts as slutty as you do should be a big enough girl to hold her pee," he said in a low, hoarse voice. He started forcefully to try to shove his dick in me, and I again tried to twist away, at least part of me did. But I felt his dick graze my pussy. I wiggled again, but each time his dick brushed up against me, all my nerve endings exploded, and my resolve faded even more. He got his dick about and inch into me, and it was exquisite heaven. But I managed to twist away one more time. He was now a man possessed, and the next moment his dick found me and he shoved roughly all the way in. I gasped. He fucked me as I bent over the car out in the middle of this parking lot. I stepped free of my sopping shorts so I could spread my legs farther. Then someone was taking my left hand, and I felt a second hard dick placed in its grasp. Steve had decided he wasn't such a goody two shoes after all. I stood there and let one strange guy fuck me, and gave another a hand job for several minutes. But I can't come when I'm being taken from behind. My little clitty just aches up front for some more direct contact. I was becoming desperate for something that would get me to orgasm. "Let's get in the car," I said. "I want to fuck both you guys in the car." Grant pulled out of me, moaning with the effort of stopping himself. Steve got that back seat cleaned out in record time. I got in and lay back for whoever wanted me next. Grant made it clear he was going to finish with me. He got in the back seat, and tugging his pants down further, mounted me. It only took a couple more minutes. I climaxed with excruciating intensity, and he exploded shortly thereafter. For the second time that night, an enormous relief flowed over me. We lay there panting, sweaty, and utterly drained and satisfied for several minutes. Grant finally pulled out, and started pulling up his pants. "Well, you better give Steve here his turn," he said commandingly. Steve, who had been watching the whole show dick in hand, hopped out and jumped in the back seat as Grant got out. It took me a few minutes to get back into the mood as Steve started screwing me, I had been so completely satiated. But eventually, I began to get very hot again. But just as I was getting near a second teeth-gritting climax, Steve came. I was left hanging, my poor pussy tingling expectantly. Maybe we could have stayed and screwed a few more times, but in spite of my tingliness, some part of my common sense kicked back in. I indicated that it was definitely time for our little party to break up. I got out and picked up my now clammy cold damp shorts, and with some effort wiggled into them. Steve and Grant both stood on either side at the end of the car and finally relieved themselves, each of them standing and peeing for what seemed like forever. I watched incredulously as the two dicks that had just fucked me unloaded endless amounts, splattering the ground noisily. Finally we said goodbye. I drove home, my pussy still tingling from the last screw with Steve. I reflected on my embarrassment, but also on the out of control fun that resulted from it. In some ways it was exciting to have had them see me wet myself, I couldn't begin to understand why. And I kept thinking, it's definitely true-- guys sure can hold it longer than girls can.