Conjugal Visit

Emily had been trying to converse sensibly with Dan, but she was hit with pangs of pain from her bladder, now demanding relief. Dan had confessed to her his own desperate need, which he was trying to control. She reached down, seized his penis in her hand, and squeezed it.

"Gad, but you feel good!" he responded to her touch. "Hold it tight, maybe it will help keep me from leaking! I need all the help you can give me!"

"What about me? You can't help me hold, can you?" He put his hand on her crotch, and held it tightly. Her arousal was apparent from the wetness he felt. "I hope that isn't pee!" he whispered in her ear. "It isn't" she answered back, "but don't push in on me- there is about a gallon of pee inside, and it all wants out! Dan - I need you, I need - we've got to help each other!"

Between snatches of conversation about more mundane matters, they were both very aroused. Dan held her breasts, kissing them and squeezing the nipples, while she protested about her appearance, "Dan, I look awful, and I smell bad; I haven't had a bath in days, my legs are hairy, and.." "You look great. I wouldn't change a thing. Except I wish I had a plug to put in you to keep you from leaking - I want this to go on forever!"

"Dan, you've got a plug, a good one, and I know it fits" she answered quickly, squeezing his penis with her strong fingers.

"Emily, we can't! Oh, I wish we could, but we have to stay standing up! What if you should leak?"

"Dan," she answered with confidence, "I need that plug in me! I think I can manage the position - I won't fall; and, anyway, you can hold me by my handles so I don't slip! I think if I have you in me it will be easier to hold on - and I want you so much- so, so, much!"

"Handles?" he asked, squeezing her breasts, one with each hand, admiring her attempt at humor.

Carefully, she spread her legs, as he bent backward slightly, both hands holding her breasts. She guided his penis into her, bending back slightly. The onlookers began to cheer, fascinated with the performance.

They found it was a difficult balancing act, he holding her by the breasts, she gripping him at the waist, both of them bending backward as he slid into her.

They held the position, neither of them moving. She made sounds of mixed pain and pleasure, adding "Never like this - oh, I want you to hold it! Just stay this way! Oh, my bladder! But, it doesn't feel as bad with you there- you've got to stay, it gives me a little relief. Don't move just yet!"

He was in her, and the tightness of her body lessened his own holding problem. She was so tight! She hadn't had sex for months, and with her full bladder forcing her to tighten all of her pelvic muscles, it felt as though his penis was in a vise. They tried to hold the pose. The onlookers quieted down in anticipation.

After several minutes, she moved slightly and called to him, "Go on - I can hold it in! Go on - it will help us both hold." She had her head thrown back, looking upward, still feeling both of his hands holding her firmly by the breasts.

He began to move slightly. It wasn't easy, they didn't dare slip and fall. Her grip on him was so tight that his motions were difficult at first, but gradually became easier.

As he moved slowly within her, she suddenly said, in a calm voice, "You know, I can't even feel my bladder any more. This has got to be the best way to stop it from hurting!"

"Me, too," he answered, "I can't feel my bladder either! Let's keep it going as long as we can!"

He tried to keep his motion slow, despite the intense arousal both of them were now feeling. Slowly she brought her head back to face him, displaying an ecstatic smile. She moved her hands up, holding him by his sides. His grip on her breasts never slackened. He pulled them apart, massaging them with his strong grip, as he manipulated them.

Her orgasm came in an ecstatic explosion. Her body jerked, her head jumped backward. He squeezed her nipples hard at the very moment, not yet reaching his own explosive point. He continued to thrust a moment or two, then reached his own climax with a loud moan and a sudden cessation of his movement.

Gradually they came down from the clouds, looking at each other, still standing there, hands on each other, ignoring the onlookers. They had stayed on their feet. Neither had peed. They were still connected.

She still had her sense of humor. "You want out?" she asked, "I still need the plug, you know. Bladder's still full. Oh, it's starting to hurt again!"

He slowly withdrew his now flaccid member. She immediately took it in her hand and squeezed tightly near the tip. "Keep the valve shut - I don't want to lose you yet!"

Sexually relieved, thoroughly enjoying each other, they stood together in an odd posture; she, holding the tip of his penis in a tight grasp, and he pressing his fingers through her labia, trying to press her urethra closed. The pain of their bladders both drew them together in a common misery, and forced them to face their coming separation when one or the other could no longer hold it.

They kept it up half an hour or so, conversing quietly. They stood together, hardly moving their feet, but both fidgeting and twitching nervously throughout their lower bodies. Then came the breaking point as he exclaimed to her, "Try holding it tighter, right at the tip; I can't hold back any longer!" She tightened her grip at the tip of his penis, trying hard to pinch it shut. It didn't work. There was a slight spurt from the tip. She squeezed tighter, but it was too late. The watchers noticed. Men moved to separate them, starting to pull him away. His urine started to shoot out in a stream, falling to the platform. They grasped each other for one final embrace, as he was dragged away, peeing furiously.

She was pulled off the platform, taken down the steps. The officer escorted her out the door. As they stepped to the outdoors, he stood her on the bare ground adjoining the building. He pointed down. "Pee!" he commanded. She complied, legs spread, still standing, a forceful stream pouring from her. She could see a group of soldiers watching. She didn't care. She had her Dan. They had made her stand, and she was still on her feet.

She was led back to the room where her underwear had been left. She was allowed hastily to put on her meager cover, and then was driven back to the women's compound. At the commander's office, she retrieved her dress and shoes. She walked to her barracks. She had not felt so good in a long time.

She didn't get to see Dan again, until their release over two years later.

As Emily and Dan arrived at their house, he again asked her if she was still thinking about the visit they had those forty years ago. She turned to him with her usual smile, "Could I ever forget that? But, Dan, how could I ever tell it to anyone else?"

"Would you go through it again," Dan asked her.

"I'll never have to. I'm an old lady now." They unlocked the door and went in. "It's been a long day," she continued. "I haven't had a bathroom break since before the program. I badly need a pee, and a shower, and I'm ready for bed!" She put down her belongings and started toward the bathroom. Dan grabbed her, gently.

"I need a bathroom stop, too, and I like your menu, but let's change the order a bit. There was a time when you were willing to put off the pee and the shower.." his voice trailed off, as he kissed her lightly. Then he pulled her away from the direction of the bathroom, pointing her toward their bedroom instead. As they went through the door, he turned her around and reached to unbutton her blouse, only to find she already had it completely unfastened, and was unsnapping her bra.. Dropping both on a chair, she turned to him bare breasted, and gave him that smile again, saying "At least it's going to be a bed, and not standing on a platform, but you can still use the handles."

As he followed her instructions, she shook her head, adding, "How would you ever tell the grandchildren?"

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