The Splat Pants Club

We couldn't all do it, not at first, anyway. Jenny, one of my friends was first. One day, she took her PE knickers down and said "Ugh, look at this!" In the crotch was a think white cream, and it smelled lovely! About a month later, I was next. I was filling my knickers every time too. I also noticed, during the PE lessons that I was aware of the wetness. Other girls were too, but they always popped a towel in first. Not me though, and not other members of the Splat Pants Club. There were four of us and, when we got together as usual, the talk was periods, boys, masturbation and our sticky PE knickers. I was the first, I think, to mention feeling sexy during PE. I told my friends that sometimes, when we all had to sit on the grass and listen to some point or other, I was acutely aware of my wetness. I could, sometimes even, feel the grease pushing against my quim lips. It made me feel horny, but it also made me want to do something even dirtier.  Sometimes, I would sit on my heel and rock. It was undoubtedly open-air masturbation and it gave me a real buzz. Once or twice, it got me close to orgasm; but I was 16 before I could make myself of cum like this.  One day, Jess said (after a particularly cold PE lesson), "Fucking hell! He had us sitting on that frosty grass for so long. I peed myself."  Jess showed me her knickers and the usual Splat of cunt cream was surrounded by a large dark wet patch. "Thing is," she said, " THAT felt fucking horny!" Well, I wasn't quite brazen enough to empty a full bladder, but I did get into the habit of dripping a little. It felt really naughty and dangerous and always, but always, made me want to touch myself.  The toilet cubicles were at the back of our changing rooms and abutted the wall opposite the boys. Sadly, the wall in between was brick or I'm sure there would have been well placed holes! I would sit in there, after having my little accidents, and masturbate quickly and violently.  Fast forward to last month. My dad has converted part of a field into riding stables; he has now rented it out to a riding school. It makes excellent income for the farm. While I've never liked horses that much, I did wonder about the tumors of young girls and riding.  Dad has cleared some bridle ways through the woods and I went out to seem what I could find. Once. I found a pair of panties discarded. They were like ours used to be: very, VERY creamy!  The best thing was last week, though. As I was wandering one of the bridle ways, (ok, I admit it...I was looking for somewhere to masturbate outdoors) I heard hooves. I looked back and about half a mile away were two teenage girls on a couple of bay mares.  I ducked into the woodland and decided I would listen to them as they went by, and then have me some fun. They got to within a couple of yards of where I was hiding and then one of them said, "Stop. I really need to go!" The other girl said, "Yeah, me too." They tied their horses to a tree and left the path. In a small area between a set of four trees, they both looked furtively at each other. They tugged their jodhpurs and panties down, squatted, and started to pee. From my hiding place, I could see the crotch of one of the girl’s panties. Yellow, but sooooo creamed up! I couldn't see the other girl’s panties, but I could see her pussy. Smoothly shaved, and her pee looked milky to me; true then.  One girl, the older one, said one word, as a question, "Yeah?" The other nodded, and they started to masturbate looking at each other. It didn't take long before they both had sweet little orgasms.  Then they pulled their jodhpurs and panties up, went back to their horses, and rode away. That left me in a small clearing that was smelling of cunt. Well, what's a girl to do?  One pee and one cum later, I felt much better. I think there's something in this horse riding business.