The Poker Party Ch. 03

Slowly the tub began to fill and I realized I had to go also. I was rubbing my legs together when suddenly I heard Bill ask me if I had to "tinkle."

I shyly nodded yes and he instructed me to put the bowl down on the small chair against the wall. He proceeded to tell everyone else that "Pissy has to pee, but she can't do it standing up without making a mess."

"Pull down your panties Pissy and squat over the bowl," he instructed.

I pulled my panties down my soft cock hung like a large clit between my smooth thighs. Some cum was stuck on my clit.

I heard Paul say, " her clit hasn't absorbed all our cum yet." And then they laughed.

"Ok now Pissy, sit down and pee like a good girl," Bill continued as he put his hand on my shoulder and guided me down to the bowl of dark male urine.

There I was holding my skirt as I slowly slid lower till I was just over the pot.

"No, Pissy a little lower or you may spray all over," Bill said.

I felt my cock touch the pee in the bowel and then my balls sitting in the pool of urine.

"Ok, now you can pee," Bill snickered.

Embarrassed but having to go, I started to pee in the pot. My balls wet with their pee.

Bill stroked my hair as he said "good girl" and asked if I was finished.

I nodded yes and he had me get up and pull my panties up. So now I was wet in the front and my ass was full in the back. They continued laying cards, drinking and using me till finally I was told I could go to bed. But, I was warned to dress in a nightgown and start the next day dressed and ready to be their cabin slut.

I went into my room, cum still clogging my nose and my ass filled with pee and cum. I lay down on the bed and cried myself to sleep. I didn't even take the tampon out.

Later that night, I woke up. I remembered I was supposed to put a nightgown on. Since I wanted to go to the outhouse and let everything out and I didn't want another spanking, I looked in the drawers. The only nightgown I could find was this little short pink thing with some pink fluffy hem. The slippers I had worn earlier matched and I put them on. I could feel Paul's pee and cum move in my bowels as I changed.

My hair was matted to my face and my nostrils crusted with Jimmy's cum. It was so disgusting I couldn't wait till morning. I was going to go outside to the outhouse and empty myself and walk to the Lake and clean up. Standing in front of the full-length mirror in Janet's room, I could see how feminine I looked.

There was an envelope scotch taped to the mirror. It said "TO PISSY." I pulled it off and opened it.

"Now Pissy, you did alright for you first night as our hunting slut. We come up here often during the Season, which by the way started this weekend. You'll be coming every weekend we do. If at anytime we don't think you are up to standards we will send some of the pictures of you to various people at school. So, have your toenails painted, your earrings on; be perfumed and happy to serve. Remember, you will clean and cook and do everything femininely. Make sure you clean whenever there is a mess. You will be spanked for mistakes. Think like a pussy. Act like a pussy."

Standing there is the little nightgown and matching slippers, cum filled and cum coated, I looked and felt like the pussy the note said. Here I was Miss Pissy the football jocks party girl. I walked out of the room, my ass swaying with the all of last night's loads.

The guys must have gone to their rooms to sleep. There was no one in the living room. Just a small fire still burning which lit the room. And a huge mess strewn about from the evening was evident.

I started to go to the door but then I worried about the note, "Make sure you clean whenever there is a mess. You will be spanked for mistakes."

So I started to clean up. It was almost 5:30am but it was still dark outside. We hadn't turned the clocks back yet. I thought I heard a noise and I noticed that I had acted more feminine when I did. I definitely had gotten the gist of the note.

Picking up empty beer cans and some dirty socks. Tidying up. My ass sloshing full, but I was panicked about not finishing before they got up. I didn't want another spanking. There was one of the pictures they had taken when I had cum in my panties at the beginning of the night sitting on the table. I shuddered when I looked at it. It was so damning. If anyone ever saw it, I'd be an outcast.

Finally, I finished tidying up, and it was nearly 6:15. I went to the door to go outside and opened it. It was so muddy and sloshy outside. There was no way I could make it to the outhouse with my slippers on and I began to worry about if I fell and ruined Janet's nightgown, Jack would kill me. What could I do? I walked back in the house. The bowl of pee was still on the counter. I decided I would go naked to the outhouse and had better empty the bowl while I emptied myself. I took off the nightgown and slippers and picked up the bowl.

Starting for the door I heard Jimmy's voice. "Hey Pissy, why are you naked?"

Turning around, holding the bowl, I flushed a bit and answered, "I was just cleaning up and was going outside to empty the bowl and it was so muddy I was afraid I might fall."

His cock was hanging out of his sleeping shorts. It was big. He

saw me looking and not waiting for me to finish talking he said, "so Pissy,

you're ready for my cock so early. Well good for you."

He walked closer as I just stood there. He began to rub my ass as he talked, saying, "looking at that bowl, it reminds me how I have a dick full of morning piss right now. What do you think I should do with it, Pissy?"

I didn't answer as his fingers moved down the crack of my ass and he tugged a bit on the string of the tampon. "I bet you have some more room in there honey," he snickered. "Put the bowl down. You can look at it as I relieve myself."

Without any fight I put the bowl down and he bent me over. Then he pulled the tampon out and put it on my head. His cock started to slide up my widened hole. He was semi hard. Rubbing my ass he told me it was just "a piss hard-on." He took my hand in his and brought it palm against my "clit" and rubbed. Then he began to sigh and I could feel my bowels flooding deeper. I could feel myself begin to expand but he just kept peeing and sighing.

"Ok, Jimmy, hurry up. I have to go also," I heard Bill say. Before I knew it I think everyone had peed up me. I was wondering where it all went. I could feel the weight and slosh inside me. But I wondered where it all fit.

When the last one Bob had finished peeing, he put a butt plug in my ass and slapped me saying, "put your nightgown on and make us breakfast. We're going hunting. You can empty everything later and don't lose that plug. And don't forget to be real sexy and pretty when we return."

As I fixed breakfast, the butt plug and the gallon of pee sloshing around made my ass sway. It probably felt more exaggerated then it actually was. But, several of the guys complimented the new feminine sway I had and said they expected it when they got back.

It was Jack who said it was probably all that "piss and the plug holding it in." And then he looked at me laughing, "we can always fill you when we want so you will continue your feminine sway."

As they left to go hunting, each either felt my ass, slapped it and/or

reminded me to be ready when they returned.

Again I took the nightgown off and went outside to the outhouse. I emptied the bowel and sat over the wood hole for at least an hour. I also found a rain barrel, which was full from the rain. So, I got some soap and cleaned myself up.

When I went back in the house, I saw the note that I read earlier, on the table. The part that said, "If at anytime we don't think you are up to

standards we will send some of the pictures of you to various people at

school. So, have your toenails painted, your earrings on; be perfumed and

happy to serve," glared out at me.

I went in and got dressed in a pretty little polka dot dress which hung in a silky slinky sexy drape, the material crossing over my chest, puffing out from the bra I was wearing and the skirt part flowing wide and short. If I turned to quickly, my panties would show. The pink panties I was wearing had little red hearts all over and a red bow in the center of the elastic. I had put my hair back with a bow and had put on lipstick and perfume; large gold band earrings hung from my ears. I had even put on mascara and makeup. My toenails painted red and a pair of frilly see through white socks over them.

Sitting there I felt feminine. I knew the guys would want me that way when they came back later.