Following the success of the last female piss desperation story I posted yesterday, I thought I'd share another experience of desperation wetting that never fails to turn me on. This was one of the defining incidents that started my pee fetish.

A few years ago, when I was in the final year of high school, one of the popular girls in our year hosted a massive house party that at least 50 people ended up going to. Her parents were away for the weekend, so we had free reign over the entire house.

A couple of hours in and the party was in full swing, plenty of alcohol had been consumed and everyone was starting to feel merry. Being young and relatively new to drinking, the alcohol tolerance among the party goers was relatively low and it wasn't long before one of the guys, Dan, was feeling worse for wear. A couple of ill advised tequila shots had him stumbling to the bathroom, where he proceeded to throw up and pass out, not before having locked the door behind him. Unfortunately for the rest of us, Dan had just managed to put the only bathroom in the whole house out of action.

With alcohol being consumed in excessive quantities, it wasn't long before bladders began to become full and the collective desperation of the party goers started to become noticeable. Not long later, one of the girls, Katie, who's urge to pee clearly had become too large to ignore, tried the handle of the locked bathroom door, only to her dismay to discover it was bolted shut, the bathroom's inebriated occupant passed out and dead to the world. Katie was definitely among one of the hottest girls in the year, with beautiful long blonde hair, an ass like a Greek goddess and tits you couldn't take your eyes off. The idea that she was starting to become desperate was already making my cock stir.

As Katie crossed her legs and tried desperately to hold back the contents of her very full bladder from spurting out of her pussy and soaking her panties, a few others quickly realised that they were not far away from ending up in the same predicament and in no time at all at least half a dozen people had gathered by the bathroom and were shouting and pounding on the locked door, trying in vain to wake the unconscious Dan who was still out cold on the floor.

News that there was no bathroom in which the 50 or so party goers could relieve themselves quickly spread like wildfire. The guys, grateful for the biological advantage they had in this situation, were able to whip out their dicks and piss in one of the garden bushes. The girls, however, weren't so fortunate. I could just imagine their pussies beginning to ache as they realised there was nowhere to empty their swollen, pee-filled bladders, the occasional spurt of pee dampening the crotches of the panties of those who's sphincter muscles couldn't withstand the relentless pressure of the entire evening's worth of piss that had now accumulated inside them. Anxiety levels grew as each girl realised she could be the first to give in to the desperation and suffer a humiliating public wetting, mortified at the prospect of a torrent of warm piss jetting out of her throbbing cunt and a dark, wet stain of embarrassment spreading on her sodden clothes for all to see.

"I'm gonna wet myself" moaned a visibly desperate Katie, hands clasped between her legs as she squatted beside the bathroom door trying despairingly to prolong the time before her bladder could take no more and a waterfall of liquid shame came flooding past her pussy lips, soaked through her panties and drenched the blue mini tube dress she was wearing. Other girls were also now becoming overwhelmed with desperation and it become virtually impossible to spot a girl who did not have either her legs tightly crossed or her hands pressing down rigidly on her pussy. By this point, my cock was rock hard at the sight of the mass desperation that was now unfolding. I mentally joked with myself that it would he the height of irony if the sight of these desperate girls made me lose control of my raging hard-on and made me cum in my jeans and left me having to attempt to conceal an embarrassing wet patch of my own.

All attempts to wake the comatose Dan in the bathroom having failed, the girls knew they didn't have long before most of them were standing in piss drenched panties with puddles of warm liquid pooling around their feet. Katie, who was closest to the edge, made a beeline for the garden and decided to try and relieve herself outside. Not wanting to get her pussy out in front of a party full of drunk 18 year olds, she decided to try and at least preserve some of her dignity and simply hiked up a tube skirt, squatted and began to piss through her panties. I could almost feel the orgasmic ecstasy as her tortured bladder relaxed and the lake of pee inside her began to pour out of her already moist slit, filling her panties and immersing her crotch in warm, golden nectar before flooding out onto the ground between her feet. The torrent was gushing out of her cunt for the best part of a minute before her relief was complete and she could finally stop and stand up. Relieved of her liquid burden but now wet and humiliated, she quickly reached up between her legs and pulled off her now sodden panties, exposing her piss drenched pussy to chilly open air, only the lower portion of her short dress barely shielding her glistening wet pink slit from the view of all. A few wolf whistles could be heard, the opportunity to extract humour from the erotic situation not being lost on the watching lads. My cock throbbed as I pictured her vagina tingling as the cool night breeze gently wafted against her piss covered clit and labia, fantasising about kneeling down between her legs and licking her pissy gash clean for her. As she placed her piss soaked panties into her purse, it took all my strength not to fill my own boxers with hot white cum there and then.

The rest of the desperate girls quickly followed Katie's lead, some deciding that letting the lads have a glimpse of their snatch was a price worth paying for getting to spend the rest of the evening in dry panties. Those wearing jeans didn't have much choice and were forced to expose both pussy and ass to the night air as they emptied their bursting bladders onto the lawn. The occasional moan of blissful relief could be heard as crotch muscles relaxed and liquid gold surged out from between cunt lips and splashed onto the grass.

As soon as I got home later, I ripped off my precum soaked boxers, stroked my by now rock hard and ultra sensitive cock and within less than a minute felt the tension in my balls turn to ecstacy as I came to orgasm and white hot cream poured from the top of my throbbing shaft, dreaming about how good it would have felt to plunge my steel-like member into one of the piss soaked pussies I had seen earlier and come to a rapturous climax.

Several years later and the memory of that very desperate evening never fails to get me off.