THE TENNIS MATCH

When I was in grammar school I used to play a lot of 
tennis. I belonged to a couple of local tennis clubs 
one of which had only two grass courts and was 
surrounded by houses with long gardens. The entrance 
was a narrow driveway and a tall fence at the end of 
the properties made for a very secluded place. 

Since most members worked, the courts only got busy 
during evenings and weekends, and were hardly ever used 
on week days. This story is about what happened on one 
glorious summer’s afternoon. It was warm with a very 
light breeze and my friend Christine had arranged a 
mixed doubles game with Jenny and Edward.


First Set

Christine and I got to the court at the appointed time 
of two o’clock and changed into our tennis outfits. The 
clubs were very strict about members wearing the proper 
attire (no coincidence that most governing bodies for 
this sport were made up of men!). All white of course, 
and the girls wore short skirts and white panties. 
Delicious, undoubtedly one of the reasons I played 
tennis. Girls were allowed to wear white shorts, but 
curiously enough they almost all opted for skirts! 

By 2:15 Jenny and Edward hadn’t arrived. We had just 
started a game of singles when Jenny arrived on her 
bicycle. "Sorry I’m late but I was waiting for Edward 
and he didn’t show up" she said, giving me a great view 
as she swung her leg over the crossbar of her bicycle. 
She was already in her tennis outfit! 

"It’s about time you ditched that guy." I said "He’s 
always letting you down." Needless to say I had an 
ulterior motive in making this remark; Jenny had a 
lovely body and was very pretty. I hoped to see more, 
having fancied her for some time. Christine was looking 
forward to this game; I think she had a fancy for 
Edward although I thought he was a real wimp. 

Christine and I had joined the tennis club several 
years ago, when I was 12 years old and she was 11, so I 
tended to look out for her. I had been getting into 
some serious rock climbing over the last couple of 
years and played rugby in the winter time (wing three 
quarter – I was slippery and fast!). I had pretty high 
standards for my fellow men.

Just as Jenny was talking to us her sister arrived. 
"Mum, told me Edward had let you down again (thanks 
Anne perfect timing!) So I came to make up the 
foursome." Anne was just as pretty as Jenny, if not 
more so, slightly taller and a year older. She was an 
excellent player, and we always had a lot of laughs 
when she was around. 

To even things up we agreed that each of the girls 
would be my partner for one set. No, complaints I would 
get to see them at every angle, if you know what I 
mean. Since it was so warm I suggested we have some 
long drinks before starting. We drew straws and my 
first partner was Jenny. When we got to the end of the 
third game Jenny whispered to me "I shouldn’t have had 
all that water, I need to pee now." As we changed ends 
she giggled and said "I hope I can hold it." 

At the end of the fifth game Jenny and I were up 3 to 
2. "Do you think I could let a little out without them 
noticing? I don’t want to loose my rhythm; I’m playing 
well right now." She was too, having leapt to make some 
great intercepts at the net giving me a nice view of 
her knickers. "I think you will be fine," I said. "They 
are too far away to see anything, see if you can get 
through the next game I have an idea which will let you 
get away with it." 

Jenny gave me a curious look, smiled and took up her 
position at the net while I prepared to serve. This 
game was close since I was trying out a new serve which 
put an unexpected curve on the ball (timing is 
everything). When we got to deuce for the fourth time 
Jenny walked over to me and said, "I’ve already let go 
a couple of squirts, if you don’t win these next two 
points I’m going to wet myself all over the court!" 

Now that would have been a delightful sight, but I had 
other ideas for a more intimate display. I served an 
ace, and then on the next point I ran in to take a 
volley which won us the game. 

The net had recently been replaced and the old one was 
lying on the ground in a corner. After my last service 
I had deliberately thrown my second service ball to 
land on the old net. As we walked back to the baseline 
I told Jenny to retrieve the ball from the corner, but 
make it appear that she got her foot tangled up in the 
old net. She looked at me puzzled, but had enough sense 
to follow my instructions. 

Jenny called me over laughing as she told me her foot 
was stuck. The other girls were discussing tactics with 
their backs turned to us. I hurried over, and said 
"Squat down I will pretend to help you and give you 
cover." 

Jenny quickly squatted and I knelt down in front of 
her, hiding her lower body from the others. The gusset 
of her knickers was clearly wet, "Now," I said, "let 
some go, they can’t see you." 

Jenny grinned at me and started to pee through her 
knickers. "You’re enjoying this aren’t you?" 

"What are you two up to?" yelled Christine. 

I yelled back, "The silly girl has got her foot caught 
in the old net, it’s almost free." 

Jenny was flooding her knickers and said, "Might as 
well get rid of it all if you are enjoying this so 
much!" 

I watched in awe as her crotch became transparent 
clearly revealing the lips of her pussy. "Wow, we’re 
going to have to play together more often." I smiled. 

She grinned as she got the double entendre, and then 
squeezed her thighs and buttocks together to try and 
reduce the dripping as she stood up. She walked away 
leaving a trail of drops, while I got up and tried to 
position my erection so that it looked as though I had 
a tennis ball in my pocket! 

It wasn’t uncommon for me to get hard during mixed 
doubles, especially when we were alone like this. Truth 
be told the girls would deliberately flaunt themselves, 
such as by bending over more than necessary at the net 
and wiggling their panty covered bottoms. 

As the atmosphere became sexually charged they would 
squat down to retie their laces, the panty gusset 
stretched tightly between their legs, even showing 
little gaps with wisps of pubic hair peeking out. I 
would start to exercise my lustful imagination and 
slowly peel their knickers down in my mind to reveal 
their pretty little bottoms. 

I deliberately flaunted my erection and would jokingly 
told the girls that they were using unfair tactics by 
making me stiff so they would win! Their usual reply 
was, "Where does it say we can’t do that in the rule 
book?" They would play the game and deliberately 
display themselves - wonderful.
 
This game was beginning to head that way, much to my 
delight. My erection went down a little during Anne’s 
service game, but on what was to be the last point 
Jenny whispered to me, "I feel so wet, does that turn 
you on?" 

I said nothing, as we positioned ourselves for me to 
receive Anne’s serve. I had got really hard again; 
Jenny looked back and grinned when she saw. Anne’s 
serve was just long. As Anne prepared to deliver her 
second service, Jenny leaned forward bending a little 
lower to display the wet gusset of her knickers. 

Needless to say I was completely distracted, and Anne’s 
second serve was an "ace," to win the game. Jenny 
thought this was terrifically funny, and couldn’t stop 
laughing. This of course put pressure on her bladder 
which was not as empty as she thought. She quickly 
spread her legs and wet herself again. Her pee escaping 
in several short bursts as she tried to regain control. 
There was no hiding it this time, Anne and Christine 
just cracked up.
 
As we changed ends Anne brushed her hand across my very 
obvious erection and said "So this is what happens when 
Mickey sees a girl wetting her knickers!" I quickly 
flipped the back of her skirt up and pulled her 
knickers down to expose her lovely round bottom. "Quite 
right," I replied. "And you know just how erotic it is, 
I’ll bet you’re wet right now." 

Anne giggled and flipped the back of her skirt up again 
to show off her bottom. She left her knickers as they 
were, making me even stiffer. Christine thought the 
whole thing was hilarious, but I could see from the 
growing flush around her neck that she was getting 
turned on. "Let me adjust you," she said, reaching down 
to stroke my penis through my shorts. 

"Perhaps I need to check you out too," I replied and 
put my hand up her short skirt to feel her. 

"Mmm, that’s nice, how would you like it if I wet 
myself right now?"

"Delicious," I whispered and kissed her gently on the 
lips. 

She pressed into me and rubbed her hand in a circular 
motion over my rigid penis. "I might just have to let 
some go. Oooh I’m starting to do it, can you feel?" 

I certainly could, her gusset was getting very hot and 
slippery. Her wee started to drip through my fingers, 
when she suddenly squealed and ran off – "Let’s finish 
the game," she giggled. She dripped a little as she 
ran, but managed to cut off the flow.
 
"OK girls, you’re obviously going to subject me to 
erotic torture this afternoon." 

"Play!" shouted Anne as she made her first service. 
Jenny was giggling so much she almost missed the 
return, which headed straight towards Christine at the 
net. An easy volley won the point. 

"15-Love" Anne cried as she prepared to serve to me. It 
was a good serve, but I returned with a strong backhand 
to Anne. Jenny volleyed Anne’s return behind Christine 
to win the point. 

"Nice shot Jenny!" yelled Anne who walked to the back 
of the court to retrieve the ball. 

Anne kept her legs straight as she bent down, once 
again displaying her lovely little bottom to me since 
her knickers were still pulled down! "You like that 
view; do you prefer it to the sight of my wet 
knickers?" giggled Jenny as she lifted her skirt. 

"I love it all!" I sighed. Needless to say with all the 
distractions Anne easily won her service game.
 
Now it was Jenny’s turn to serve and I knew this was 
going to be fun! I went up close to the net and so did 
Christine. Just as Jenny was about to serve I heard 
splashing. Christine was standing with her legs apart 
blissfully smiling as she wet herself. My eyes were 
riveted on the stream falling from under her skirt. 
Jenny’s serve was excellent but Anne made a strong 
forehand shot which surprise, surprise went straight 
past me. Not that I was particularly concerned with my 
left hand in my shorts squeezing my foreskin over the 
head of my penis. 

Christine cut off her flow and came up to me at the 
net. "I can see that was the right tactic, would you 
like to feel what I just did in my knickers?" Loosing 
points can certainly have its consolations, I thought, 
as Christine lifted up the front of her skirt. I cupped 
my hand under the crotch of her knickers – "Any left?" 
"Of course, just for you." 

Christine pulled the front of her knickers out, took my 
hand and put it inside them. She was slippery, and it 
wasn’t just from wetting! "Put your finger in" she 
whispered. Silly request, but I loved hearing her say 
it. I gently pushed my middle finger all the way inside 
her cupping her genitals with my hand. 

She was so hot – "Ready?" was all she said as she wet 
into my hand. She slowly let herself go as I wiggled my 
finger deep inside her molten hole. We leaned across 
the net and kissed, whilst she continued peeing into my 
hand. I had taken my finger out and was now sliding my 
hand back and forth between her legs bathing her anus 
with her hot wee. 

"Mmmm, yes – put your finger in my rectum," she 
murmured. 

"With pleasure; don’t dirty your nice white tennis 
knickers now!" I giggled. 

"I’ll try not to," she said returning her lips to mine 
and gently inserting her tongue. I slipped my finger 
past her tight little anus and wiggled it in her 
rectum. 

She continued to slowly wet into my hand providing 
plenty of lubrication as I fingered her bottom. I could 
feel her anus squeezing my finger so she wouldn’t get 
her knickers dirty. "That is exquisite, don’t stop, I’m 
going to let it all flow out." 

She did, totally saturating herself, the pee running 
down the inside of her legs soaking her socks! I 
occasionally moved my hand to one side letting her wet 
straight into the gusset of her knickers so I would 
have the pleasure of watching it drip down to the 
ground. 
 
In the mean time Jenny had quietly crept behind me and 
put her hand up the leg of my tennis shorts cupping my 
balls through my underpants. My exceedingly stiff penis 
was pushed up against my stomach. "You must need to go 
too" she whispered, "why don’t you do it and warm up 
your balls for me." 

I could feel her breasts and their hard little nipples 
pressing into my back. She must have slipped her bra 
open and pulled her top up when Christine and I started 
to play with each other. With a little effort and hard 
concentration I can usually pee even with an erection. 

I run the risk of messing myself as I bear down on my 
bladder, but the pleasure is worth it despite the 
occasional accident. Jenny’s hot little hand caressed 
my balls as I tried to wet myself. Another sharp push 
and I felt my pee begin to travel up my urethra. 

Once I start to wet it’s hard to stop, like I’d want to 
anyway! My hot pee bubbled out of my penis and flowed 
over my balls into Jenny’s hand. The soft cotton of my 
underpants soaked up the golden fluid warming me 
delightfully. Jenny’s hand directed the stream into my 
crotch between the cheeks of my bottom. My underpants 
were warm and soaking. 

Jenny had deftly undone the front of my shorts with her 
other hand giving her room to stroke my bottom from 
behind. This she did, squishing the hot wet material of 
my underpants up between my legs. The feeling on my 
anus was perfect. When Jenny heard Christine ask me to 
push my finger into her rectum, she slipped her hand 
inside my underwear and started to finger my anus. 

I had just about finished wetting at this point and her 
finger slipped easily into my bottom. Jenny slowly slid 
her finger in and out, sometimes wriggling it around in 
my rectum to apply pressure to my prostate. It was 
pretty hard to retain control; I just wanted to bear 
down on Jenny’s finger as hard as I could. This would 
have made a huge mess which I didn’t think Jenny would 
appreciate (although I wasn’t certain!).
 
By this time Anne had made her way around to my side of 
the court and together with Jenny they pulled my tennis 
shorts off but left my wet underwear on. Anne then 
squatted down while Jenny put her finger back up my 
rectum. 

I wanted to fully appreciate Anne’s delights, so I 
reluctantly pulled my finger out of Christine’s bottom 
and squatted down in front of Anne. Her legs were 
splayed lewdly apart and she had put her hand down the 
front of her knickers to finger herself. Her gusset had 
a huge wet patch, although I didn’t think she had wet 
herself – yet! Jenny was still finger fucking me and 
had knelt down behind me. "Did you wet yourself too, 
Anne?" 

"Not yet, but it feels like I have, this is much more 
fun than tennis." Anne leaned forward and lightly 
kissed my lips. She then leant her head on my shoulder 
and I pressed my ear against her soft hair, for some 
reason that always turns me on. 

My knees were pressed against the inside of her thighs 
giving her some support. With her free hand Anne 
started to stroke my balls and penis saying, "Do you 
like your underwear being wet and warm?" 

"Oooh yes, are you going to wet yourself in your 
knickers now." 

"I don’t know," she teased, "do you think that I would 
like it?" 
 
The atmosphere was intensely erotic, and I wanted this 
to last as long as possible. "What are you doing with 
your fingers?" I asked, knowing of course but wanting 
to hear her say it. 

"I am pushing two of them in and out of my sopping wet 
cunt, and rubbing my palm against my clit." She 
whispered, "Is it nice to have a finger in your 
bottom." 

"I just love it," I replied, "would you like to see 
what it feels like? Why not ask Christine how she likes 
it?" 

Christine had now joined us and was kneeling behind 
Anne with her blouse unbuttoned pressing her naked tits 
into Anne’s back. I started to unbutton Anne’s blouse 
as we talked and pulled her bra up to free her breasts. 
Anne’s breasts were beautiful and firm (as were her 
friends’) and her nipples were as stiff as they could 
be. 

My hands and fingers were busy playing with her tits no 
doubt making her wetter still. "I love having my bottom 
fingered," said Christine, "would you like to try it 
Anne?" 

Without waiting for a reply Christine slipped her hand 
down the back of Anne’s knickers and started to gently 
rub her fingers between Anne’s bottom cheeks applying a 
gentle pressure to her anus as she did so. 

"Mmm, that’s nice, don’t stop." Anne pulled her hand 
out of the front of her knickers and reached under me 
to feel Jenny’s finger squishing in and out of my anus. 
Christine slid her hand forward and felt the heat and 
wetness from Anne’s cunt. "Are you sure you haven’t 
peed in your knickers?" she asked. 

"I haven’t yet, but keep your hand there and I might 
just start, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop it." 
 
I was a hair away from exploding, but wanted to see 
Anne wet herself first. Anne went very still and said 
"I think I’m going to wet myself now." I looked 
intently at her gusset and was thrilled to see it begin 
to glisten beneath Christine’s hand. Christine started 
to slide her fingers back and forth inside Anne’s 
knickers carrying her pee and juices back to coat her 
anus. Anne continued to slowly wet herself and said, 
"Christine finger my bottom now, I’m ready." 

Christine pressed her middle finger against Anne’s anus 
and slipped it slowly into her rectum. She then gently 
slid it in and out, causing Anne to moan with pleasure. 
"Yes, that’s nice. Shall I keep wetting or do you think 
Mickey would like me to warm up his balls and underwear 
instead?" 

I didn’t wait for anyone to answer for me as I lay down 
on the grass. I squeezed the base of my penis to try 
and prevent an immediate ejaculation, fortunately this 
little trick worked. Anne moved over me, pulled the 
front of my underpants down underneath my balls and 
settled down with her hot gusset caressing them. Not to 
be left out Jenny squatted over my face with her back 
to Anne. 

Jenny gave a final squirt into her already soaking 
knickers, giving me the thrill of seeing them glisten, 
and then pulled the gusset to one side ready to be 
pleasured by my tongue. "I want my bottom fingered 
too," Jenny whispered. I grinned and said, "My 
pleasure, sweetheart," pressing my finger against her 
well lubricated anus to penetrate her rectum. 

I slowly pushed in and out, occasionally wiggling it to 
maximize her pleasure. She pulled her labia apart and 
lowered herself onto my tongue. 
 
Right at this moment my balls suddenly felt hot – Anne 
was finally wetting her knickers on me. I could feel 
Christine’s knuckles on my balls as she started 
fingering Anne’s bottom again. As Anne continued to wet 
on me Christine slipped a finger inside my underwear 
and pushed it into my rectum where she gently stroked 
my prostate. 

Anne, whilst still wetting herself, pulled my penis 
inside her knicker leg and eased me into her vagina. I 
don’t think I had ever experienced such a hot love 
tunnel – she was molten. As I thrust into Anne I could 
feel Christine’s finger pushing in and out of Anne’s 
rectum. I thought Christine might be missing out, but 
then felt her wet knickers pressing down on my knee. I 
didn’t last long, suddenly I was spurting my come into 
Anne like crazy. 

Christine let herself go on my knee, once again soaking 
her knickers which set off her orgasm. Christine pulled 
her finger from my bottom and reached around to play 
with Anne’s prominent clit, sending her into orgasmic 
bliss. Jenny was next, coming all over my tongue and 
face, much to my delight. My penis had softened 
slightly inside Anne so I gave a final push and managed 
to wet inside her, further adding to my own pleasure as 
it seeped back out to run over my balls.
 
At this point we fell about laughing. One of the girls 
said, "Better get refills, that was fun." 

"Hey we’ve got a tennis game to finish," I said. 

"You are incorrigible, Mick, you just want us to flash 
our sopping wet knickers at you," was Anne’s immediate 
response. 

"Well, I don’t mind if you do. Come on it’s 4-3 and 
love 15." The girls ran back into position and Jenny 
served to Christine. Jenny easily won here service 
game, especially since the edge had gone from Anne’s 
game. Christine lost her serve and the first set was 
over. Perhaps our opponents were distracted because I 
hadn’t put my shorts back on!

"Last one to the club house gets to do the laundry," I 
shouted grabbing my shorts and sprinting off. Anne was 
the lucky one and looked at me saying "This must be 
your lucky day, why don’t you pull our knickers down 
for us?" 

No second request required I slowly pulled each of 
their knickers down and off, putting them to my nose to 
relish the fragrance of pussy juice and pee. Jenny came 
up behind me and pulled my underpants down fondling me 
as she did so, saying "Good game partner." Anne took 
them all to the kitchen and rinsed them out. We each 
downed several glasses of water and went back out to 
the court. 


Second set

Knickers and underpants were placed on the net to dry 
out and we started the second set. I had put my shorts 
back on but knew that without underwear any erection 
would undoubtedly peek out. Watching my cheeky tennis 
players got me hard in no time. This usually happened 
each time we changed ends and sat down for a break. The 
girls would either sit on the grass cross legged or 
with their knees up. There was no way the beautiful 
site of their pussies was not going to arouse me! 

I usually managed to cup a hand on one of their bottoms 
as they stood up to return to the court. This set 
Christine was my partner and Jenny played with Anne, so 
to speak. We got to 3 games all and I decided to spice 
up the game a little. "Okay, the girl of the winning 
pair gets to play with me between sets." I offered. Now 
tennis is a very courteous game, so it was understood 
that Anne would defer the pleasure to Jenny if they 
won. This was a really splendid set and it was hard for 
me to take my eyes off their pretty bare bottoms. Anne 
was fully recovered from her exertions and played 
really well. 

The sister act consequently won and Jenny said "Does 
this mean I get to play singles with you Mick?" I 
laughed and replied "If that’s what you want, but I had 
something else in mind." We met at the net with a 
gentle kiss then Jenny got on her knees and unbuttoned 
my shorts. 

My erection sprung out so he was looking eye to eye. 
She softly put her hand around him and gently stroked 
back and forth, squeezing the head with my foreskin. 
This was heaven especially when my little angel put him 
in her mouth. Meanwhile Anne and Christine moved behind 
Jenny, turned their backs to me, bent down and flipped 
their skirts up. Both girls had their legs spread wide 
apart and were holding on to their ankles for balance. 
This thrust their little bottoms out, further enhancing 
the erotic scene. 

I couldn’t resist, and I’m sure they didn’t want me to. 
My fingers entered them simultaneously and I played 
with them until their juices were running down their 
thighs. Jenny was now licking and sucking my balls 
while stroking my penis. Christine turned her head and 
whispered in Anne’s ear. A few seconds later they 
simultaneously started wetting all over my hands and 
down their legs. 
 
Reluctantly I pulled my fingers out of Christine and 
Anne, and pulled Jenny up. "You played so well Jenny; I 
think you deserve a reward too." 

"Mmmm, yes please and I know just how I want it." She 
replied turning around bending over to place both hands 
on the net. 

I put my hands under her skirt and caressed the lovely 
round globes she presented to me so nicely. Reaching 
around I diddled her clit until she was moaning with 
pleasure. Christine and Anne sat on the grass either 
side of her with their knees up splayed out to show 
themselves to me. This had to be the most erotic tennis 
game I ever played! 
 
Jenny was soaking between her legs, and I was as hard 
as steel, with pre-cum oozing out. Lifting up her skirt 
I slowly entered her, the hot walls of her syrupy 
vagina engulfing my penis. I took things really slowly 
to avoid instantly shooting off, every second stroke 
pulling completely out to enjoy the pleasure of re-
entry. 

I was gripping her bottom underneath her skirt with 
both hands, increasing my pace after a few minutes. 
Jenny adjusted her position so that the bulbous head of 
my penis was rubbing her G spot. She suddenly tensed 
and hot juices squirted out around my cock onto my 
balls. I didn’t know if she was wetting or ejaculating 
and I didn’t really care. She cried out with pleasure 
as I rapidly thrust in and out, plunging my penis as 
far inside as I could. 

I orgasmed with incredible intensity the head of my 
penis pushed hard against her cervix. I just held it 
there, spurt after spurt of my cum bathing her insides. 
Jenny had a second orgasm, her pussy walls pulsating on 
my penis as if to extract every drop of sperm. She then 
wet herself, bathing my balls with her hot golden 
offering. 

Anne and Christine had been fingering themselves to 
orgasm as they watched. I let myself go inside Jenny. 
"Thank you Mick, I love that feeling." "Me too I get 
the backwash." Jenny put her hand between her legs and 
wiped up the mixture of cum and wee that was trickling 
down her thighs. "Yummy," she said licking her fingers 
clean, "Thank you, I’m so glad Edward didn’t show!"
 
We went back to the club house for refreshments, 
returning to the court after a short break. "Our 
knickers are dry!" shouted Anne. "Do you want us to put 
them back on Mick?" 

"Of course he does, didn’t you know that’s why he plays 
tennis!" laughed Christine. 

The girls put their knickers on making sure I had a 
good view. "You should put these back on Mick, you just 
might get lucky again," said Christine tossing my 
underpants to me. I smiled as I pulled my shorts down 
to put them on. 

"Who’s going to be the lucky one, Christine?" 

"Oh, if you play your cards right I think it will be 
you." She replied, turning and flicking up the back of 
her skirt as she walked off to join Jenny, her partner 
for this set.
 
 
Final set & celebration
 
This last set was definitely going to be fun! The first 
few games were quite uneventful, with the usual lovely 
display of white knickers, all of us taking the game a 
little more seriously. We had got to 5 all when the fun 
began. Anne was the first, it was her service game. She 
made a terrific first serve, the ball curving round and 
landing right on the line out of reach for Jenny. I 
walked back to her to discuss the next point. 

"Nice serve Anne." She had squatted down and appeared 
to be tying her shoe lace. My eyes were drawn to the 
crotch of her knickers (as if they would look at 
anything else!) and I saw a little wet spot appear 
which rapidly grew until she was squirting out her wee. 

"Don’t let it all go," I admonished, "it might be fun 
to save some for later." 

"Oh, I know, but I just had to wet; you know how nice 
it feels!" I certainly do – watch. 

With that I quickly put my hand down the front of my 
underwear and positioned my penis so that I would wet 
my balls. I bore down and let go a generous squirt. 
"Mmmm, that’s nice!" 

"Hey, you two what are you up to – as if we didn’t 
know! Let’s get on with the game, you never know what 
you might see if you’re at the net Mick." Yelled 
Christine. I laughed and got into position for Anne’s 
next serve. 
 
Jenny was up close to the net too, and whispered "Oh, 
Mick, I really need to wee; I’m not sure I can hold it 
much longer." 

"Sure Jenny, as if I didn’t know you can hardly wait to 
wet yourself!" 

She grinned and said, "You’re right, I’m going to let 
some go right now, look between my legs." 

Sure enough a short stream of wee hit the ground. She 
abruptly cut off the flow and said, "You enjoyed that 
didn’t you?" 

"Of course, look at the tent in my tennis shorts!" 

Anne’s serve whistled past my ear and I immediately 
readied myself for the return. Christine returned with 
a great forehand which I managed to volley back. Jenny 
lunged and made a delicate drop shot out of my reach. 
Anne had rushed in to the net and was able to connect 
and make a lob over Jenny’s head. Christine managed to 
make the return, but it gave me an easy volley to win 
the point. 

We changed sides and Christine was now up at the net. 
"That was a fun point, Mick, I would have made a better 
return if it wasn’t that I’m getting a little desperate 
for a wee!" 

"Let a little go Christine, you know how nice it feels 
to wet yourself." 

Christine grinned, "I just knew that was on your mind, 
watch me." She lifted the front of her skirt and I 
watched as her knicker gusset glistened with her wee. 

"Enjoy that? I did." 

"Oh yes, you girls know how to turn me on." 

"Well I love a really hard cock up my cunt, and I love 
wetting myself. As always, Mick, I look forward to many 
more games with you." 

"Just wait until we finish this set if you’re ready to 
play." 

"I can’t wait." She replied, smiling.
 
 Anne served another ball right by my ear, I swear she 
was trying to hit me. I was positioned perfectly to 
volley the return and we won the point. I walked back 
and asked, "Have I pissed you off or something?" 

"Oh, quite contrary I was hoping to make you piss," she 
grinned. 

"You dirty little girl!" I said, jokingly. "Not at all, 
I just thought you would like to enjoy the pleasure you 
gave me by wetting yourself." 

"You enjoy wetting in your knickers then?" 

"Of course, you already know that!" 

"I just love to hear you say it!"
 
Anne won her game and we proceeded to change ends. 
"Regulation knicker check." I called out. 

The girls cracked up Anne saying "Yes please, me 
first." She lifted her skirt and pulled the front of 
her knickers out. "Inside or out?" 

"Both please," she replied. 

"You naughty girl, you must think I enjoy this." 

She squatted slightly as I put my hand into her 
knickers. I gently rubbed my fingers back and forth 
pausing to apply a little pressure on her clitoris. 
"Mmmm, I like this regulation, I think you’d better 
check the inside just to be sure." 

"My pleasure," I replied pushing my finger into her 
vagina. "Warm and wet, very nice. Shall I check outside 
now?" 

"Go ahead, finger me much more and I will lose interest 
in finishing the set." I chuckled pulling my hand out 
of her knickers. I licked her juices from my fingers 
and felt between her legs.

 "It’s a little cool, warm yourself up if you like." 

She grinned saying, "Here it comes." She put her arms 
around me and we kissed as I felt her wet her knickers. 
"I love that feeling, I’m not sure I want to stop." 
Anne said cutting off her flow. "Must save some for 
post game celebrations." 
 
Anxious to start the "celebrations" myself I checked 
Christine and Jenny’s knickers at the same time. Warm 
and wet, they must have wet a little whilst I was 
playing with Anne! 

"OK, 5-6 you two need to win to stay in the set, your 
service Christine." This was the shortest game of the 
afternoon, perhaps because both Christine and I had a 
pretty strong incentive to end the set. We all met at 
the net and shook hands, the formalities of tennis 
never die! 

"That was a great performance girls; you played a good 
game of tennis too." Walking over to a shady area at 
the back of the court I slipped my hands up Christine 
and Jenny’s skirts, saying "Let the celebration begin!" 
"My turn" replied Christine with the sweetest smile. 
They put their arms around me and gave me a hug, the 
simple things are so nice.
 
I lay down on the grass and the girls surrounded me so 
I could see up their pretty tennis skirts. Bliss; 3 
pairs of crisp white knickers, apart from the soggy 
gussets that is! Anne was the first to let a little 
dribble out. I watched as the spot spread, grew darker 
then a few drips came out followed by a short spurt. I 
put my hand up and slipped a finger under the elastic, 
to finger her. She was excited! Jenny was next and she 
let out a gush of wee. 

Her knicker gusset sagged as she wet herself and 
streams of hot pee ran down her legs. She groaned with 
pleasure and half squatted down by my side. I reached 
out and rubbed her, then fingered her whilst she was 
still wetting. She was moaning with pleasure. "Finger 
my bottom please." Jenny loved to feel my finger ease 
through her anus into her rectum, it was only a matter 
of time before she would want to feel my penis in 
there. 

I gladly granted her request, and wiggled my finger 
inside her. "Put another one in." She bore down opening 
up her anus my second finger sliding in easily. "Don’t 
make a mess in your pretty white knickers Jenny." She 
clenched her anus around my fingers, I think she was 
about to do just that! She slipped her own fingers down 
to play with her cunt and clitoris. 

Jenny was still wetting, obviously deciding to just let 
it all go. She had quite a capacity, practice no doubt. 
Suddenly tensing and bearing down on my fingers again 
she climaxed. I quickly pulled my fingers out of her 
bottom which I knew would add to her pleasure. She sat 
down with her legs splayed and I watched the last of 
her wee pour out. "Oh, that was sooo good," she sighed, 
and lay back on the grass.
 
Anne and Christine were both sitting down to enjoy 
Jenny’s performance. Anne had undone the buttons on her 
top, pushed her sports bra up and was squeezing her 
nipples. Christine had slipped her fingers under her 
knicker elastic and was playing with herself. 

My penis was painfully stiff, needing to be released 
from the confines of my shorts. Christine leaned over 
and unbuttoned my shorts. "Looks like you need a little 
more room in there." She giggled. Anne came over and 
pulled my shorts down, while Christine pulled the front 
of my underwear down a little so she could lick the 
head of my penis. 

"Yummy, but your balls feel dry. I’m desperate to wee 
and I know I won’t make it to the clubhouse. Shall I 
just let it go like Jenny?" She teased. 

"You could." I replied "But you might not be so 
fulfilled if you do!" 

Of course she knew exactly what I meant. "Agreed. I 
want you to kiss me now." She straddled over me on her 
knees, pulling off her top and bra. "Do you like the 
view?"

I gave her the answer with my hands; feeling her 
breasts, and squeezing her nipples. She leaned down so 
I could take her nipple into my mouth. I heard a hiss 
and my penis twitched, eager for it’s bath. Christine’s 
aim was perfect as moments later my underwear became 
hot and wet. "Mmmm, I love wetting myself, let me lie 
over your balls and share." She lay down and simply 
soaked her knickers and my underwear. 
 
Anne had been watching us intently, fingering herself. 
"Christine, I’m going to have to wet now, roll over for 
a few seconds, I’ll be quick." Christine grinned and 
roll off me. Anne went down on her hands and knees, 
swinging a leg over me to position her bottom just in 
front of my face. 

"I think Christine is going to need this as soon as 
I’ve finished." She slipped my penis out and took him 
into her soft mouth. She sucked on him and massaged my 
hot soggy underwear into my balls. My eyes were 
intently focused on her lovely bottom. With a hiss and 
a sigh she started wetting herself. What a beautiful 
sight. 

After a few seconds enjoying seeing her wee spurting 
out of the sides and through the soft cotton, I pulled 
her knickers down so I could watch her wee cascade out 
of her into her gusset. I knew she was close to orgasm 
so I reached between her legs, eased my two middle 
fingers into her cunt and massaged her G spot. 

I fingered her bottom at the same time. She shuddered 
with a prolonged orgasm, clenching my finger with her 
anus. She rolled off me to bask in the afterglow. "He’s 
all yours Christine, have fun."
 
"Nice show Anne. That might be a hard act to follow but 
I’ll do my best." Christine had been squatting near my 
head giving her a ringside (pun intended) view of the 
proceedings. I was more than ready for the finale 
especially when Christine asked me to take her from 
behind.

 First, though, I wanted to pleasure Christine with my 
tongue. She more than deserved it! She lay back and 
opened her legs for me and pulled her pussy lips apart. 
I knelt down and gently licked her from anus to 
clitoris, swirling my tongue around her opening as it 
passed. Christine reached down and held her pussy lips 
freeing my hands to fondle her firm young breasts. 

Moving my mouth over her prominent clitoris I sucked on 
it and stroked the top with the tip of my tongue. 
Within seconds she was cumming clamping her thighs 
around my head. I moved my tongue down to taste her 
copious juices.
 
"I want you inside, now!" she demanded and turned over 
sticking her bottom up in the air. Now this is truly my 
favorite position. I can penetrate really deep, and 
watch my penis stroke in and out. Her anus is lewdly 
exposed, and I can finger her bottom as I stroke in and 
out of her vagina. I love the feel of my balls 
squishing against her, being soaked by her juices. And 
the aroma, aaah the smell of sex mingled with the musky 
fragrance from her anus. Perfect, perfect, perfect! 

I bunched up her tennis skirt just enough to reveal her 
anus, and pulled her knickers down far enough to let me 
penetrate her. There is definitely an art to eroticism; 
for me making love has to be erotic! (Perhaps not all 
the time, sometimes the moment calls for just a gentle 
fucking with lots of hugs.) 

"Mmmm, finger my bottom please." I smiled and pressed 
with my finger on her anus after making sure there was 
plenty of lubrication from her juices. Squeezing it 
into her rectum I proceeded to pleasure her, 
occasionally pressing down to feel my penis through the 
thin wall of tissue. 

I was now in desperate need of a pee. On the one hand 
it was prolonging the activity, but my bladder was very 
full. After several delicious strokes, penetrating her 
to the hilt, I decided to let go. Several seconds went 
by as I tried to start my stream, finally releasing it 
by bearing down. 

I almost had an accident, but was able to hold things 
in, enjoying the additional stimulation of my prostate. 
Once my stream started the flow increased rapidly. 
Christine screamed with pleasure and vigorously thrust 
back against me. My pee was flooding out of her vagina 
bathing my balls with liquid heat. 

I continued to stroke in and out as I wet, my penis 
remaining really stiff. Christine seemed to be in 
continual orgasm, a few more strokes after I finished 
wetting inside her and I positively exploded. 

My cum seemed to pulse out for ever, and even when I 
ran dry my orgasm continued. Pulling my finger out of 
her bottom I draped my body over her to fondle her 
breasts – the nipples were rigid! We rolled over so she 
could lie on top of me. I held her tightly to my chest 
and we just softly kissed for ages. Jenny and Anne 
cuddled up on each side of us. 
 
Game, set and match. Anyone for tennis?