pissing story

A lesbian peeing story for the weekend

The train rattled over the points, slowing, and I looked up from my magazine. I could see we were finally drawing into the station at Edinburgh, and the sudden realisation that this was finally it made my heart beat faster. What would Lisa be like? Would she like me?, I thought. After all these months of eMail, phone calls and meeting in chat rooms, we would finally meet. We had exchanged pictures of course, but I knew that I had picked better ones to make myself look good, and wondered if Lisa had done the same. There were a few more minutes before the train would actually arrive, but I was now too nervous to concentrate on the magazine. I toyed with it restlessly, planning my exit from the train.

The train drew out again, and my heart was in my mouth, and pounding. This is it! It was almost too much- I felt like turning and running, but the train was leaving; I was now committed. Maybe Lisa wouldn’t turn up.. I suddenly thought, both fearing and in a strange way hoping this. The platform was still quite crowded, and so far I hadn’t spotted Lisa, nor moved from the spot a few feet from where I had disembarked. As the crowds grew thin I could make out the slim figure of a lone woman beyond the ticket barriers. She was looking a little forlorn, searching the faces of the streaming crowds, but I was too far away to see her clearly. It must be her, I thought, but still couldn’t be sure. I picked up my small weekend case (I was travelling light), and started to walk towards the figure. Halfway, she waved, a little tentatively. My heart leapt and I waved back. This is it!!!

Despite my nerves I broke into a huge grin and started to trot more quickly towards her. “Charlie!!!” she yelled, running to the barrier. By now I could make her out much more clearly, and the eager beaming smile on her face set my mind very much at rest. The ticket collector waved me through, and dropping my case I ran up and embraced Lisa. It was very natural and all trace of awkwardness was instantly gone. It was as though we were old friends, which, in a way we were. “Let me look at you!” Lisa said, stepping back. I smiled, and for the first time I could see just how she looked. She was pretty, but not what you would call stunning, with quite long and full brown hair, brown eyes and a pretty nose, speckled with lots of freckles. She was very slim and petite, and wore a simple cotton shift printed in a simple floral design. She was lovely, and right away I knew I had made a good choice. “Oh Charlie!” she exclaimed, “you are gorgeous!” I modestly waved away the remark, this was always the adjective she used. She had a lovely lilting accent- I was familiar with it of course, but hearing it ‘IRL’ was a heart-melting experience. We hugged once again, but refrained from kissing- it was a rather public space. I felt suddenly so excited, a tingling feeling low down in my abdomen complemented my pounding heart. “Come on!” said Lisa, “I have my car outside, let’s get going”. I picked up my case and we walked hand in hand to the car park.

As we drove through the busy streets Lisa was talking non-stop about the city, the places we passed, the gossip of the last few days, and most of all, how excited she was about me coming to stay with her for the weekend. Certainly the feeling was mutual, and I felt so high at the prospect of the fun we were going to have. I wondered exactly what we would be getting up to- certainly our online chats and phone conversations had been extremely wild at times. I had come prepared, but the reality of the situation compared to the phone and the chat rooms was really quite different, and something I had been unable to fully anticipate. “So darling…” Lisa was saying, “I hope you are not going to clam up on me and be shy- remember what we talked about?” I certainly did. “I want to play that out for real.. no holds barred” she said.

“Of course lover,” I replied, “I’ve brought everything we might need” I indicated my case lying on the back seat.

“Oh god Charlie, I’ve waited for this for so long.. ever since our very first chat online I have wanted to meet you.. and here you are in my car!” Lisa hitched up her dress and I could see her thin white panties were quite wet in a thin dark line right down the slight bulge of her crotch.

I giggled “I see you’ve made a start!” I said.

“Charlotte, I haven’t stopped frigging myself all morning thinking about what we are going to do!”

Lisa’s flat was on the ground floor of a large converted Victorian house, set up high off the road. We climbed the steps to the front door, and Lisa unlocked it and ushered me through. It was tastefully decorated, though not richly- I’m sure Lisa could not afford much but she had done very well nevertheless. As soon as the door clunked behind us, Lisa embraced me in the darkened hallway, natural daylight filtering through from the room next door. I was quite a bit taller than her, and more fully built- she felt like a waif in my arms, and I kissed the top of her head tenderly. She looked up into my eyes, and I slowly bent my head, and we kissed. The first kiss was such a sweet release- all the time we’d known each other we’d both longed for this moment, the feeling of lips on lips, the real touch of a warm feminine hand. Lisa started to gently stroke my breasts through my blouse, and I stroked her arms and back, all the time kissing and getting more and more sexual with it. My tongue traced her warm mouth, lips, teeth, tongue, and she responded in kind, rubbing my nipples harder to erection. “Charlie…” Lisa whispered, “please come into the bathroom. Now.”. She led me by the hand and we went through to the back of the house where the bathroom was. I could hardly take in the details of the flat, but it had a lovely intimate warmth to it, I felt. The bathroom was surprisingly spacious, tiled in black and white on the floor, with pure white basin, toilet and bath. I knew what I had to do- we had discussed this so often… and here we finally were. I shrugged off my jacket, and sat down upon the closed toilet seat, smoothing my thigh-length black velvet skirt, and motioning for Lisa to come and sit. She wrapped one arm around my neck, sitting on my lap, legs closed together. We kissed again, this time very ardently and wetly, and Lisa fumbled to undo the buttons of my blouse.

“Hang on” I whispered, “let’s get this bra off.” I reached round and unclipped it, and working the straps over my left hand, slipped it off from beneath my blouse.

“Neat!” Lisa whispered, and slipped her arm between the unbuttoned folds to fondle my bare breasts. We kissed a little more, then Lisa bent and took my nipple gently in her mouth and started to suckle like a baby. I gasped with pleasure, feeling a tingle shoot down my spine and pull at my clitoris. Lisa sucked and licked expertly, and I felt that I could almost come from this alone. Lisa’s eyes were closed and she was clearly enjoying herself. Suddenly, I started to feel it- at first just a vague warmth where she sat, but then I could feel the wetness. Lisa didn’t break for a second from her task, but, as we had talked over so many times, she was simply wetting herself! I gasped as I realised what was happening- I knew it would, but the real feeling was almost overwhelmingly pleasurable. Then the smell of her pee wafted up and filled my senses, and I almost came with the sheer wanton lustiness of it. Her wee soaked straight through my skirt, my tights, soaking my knickers, then rolled off the toilet seat and splattered onto the floor, steaming in a little yellowish puddle. Other rivulets ran down my legs, dribbling into my boots, forming dark wet tracks on the surface of the whitish tights I was wearing. Lisa stopped and looked up at me, grinning.

“Oh darling” I gasped, “that’s fantastic.. don’t stop!”. We snogged heavily as she continued to piss herself, soaking her own dress and panties. We continued to kiss as she finished, then she broke off and looked down at herself, opening her legs a little. Again, the smell of warm pee wafted up afresh, and I suddenly felt more horny than I think I had ever before. Lisa pulled up the hem of her dress, and I could see her knickers were now utterly sodden, and the crotch was quite yellow with pee. “That was a lot!” I exclaimed.

“Yes, I’ve been saving it all morning”, she said. “That was my morning pee!”.

“Gosh you held it all this time? That’s hours!” I said with admiration. “No wonder it’s so yellow and strong-smelling.”

“Don’t you like it?” she said, looking a little worried.

“Darling, it’s fantastic! I love it!”. With that Lisa stood up, and more pee cascaded down from the back of her dress. Immediately I kneeled down in front of her, my knees in the puddle. Lisa lifted the dress off over her head, and pausing for just a second, I pushed my face into her pissy crotch. Her pee did taste strong, but not unpleasant, and I could also taste a mixture of wet cotton and pussy juices. I sucked at the wet cloth, drinking down the piss and juices as fast as I could. Once they were spent, I pulled them down, revealing Lisa’s beautiful shaved pussy, and the dark wet slit between. I pushed my tongue in and licked heartily, savouring the pissy cunty flavour. In just a few minutes, Lisa was panting shortly and starting to come. Her knees and thighs trembled as she orgasmed standing there, and she started to shout at the top of her voice “Fuck, I’m coming!!! Oh god Charlieeeee!!!! Oh fuck, piss, fuck!! piss!!!”……..

In the evening, we went out for a quiet meal for two, and we were both careful to avoid the garlic, yet between us we polished of several bottles of wine! It was the most wonderful and relaxing evening- much better than I had anticipated in my wildest dreams. We found so much in common, apart from the obvious, and it was such fun to really get to know one another. We were both looking forward to the evening, but having got the immediate frustration out of the way in the afternoon, we had plenty of time to look forward and savour. Lisa had returned the favour once she had recovered from her shattering orgasm, sitting on my face in her pissy pants as she brought me off to a wonderful climax with her fingers and tongue. “So what’s in the case?” enquired Lisa, raising her glass.

“Well, I brought a few toys, and various items that might be useful”, I said winking. “you’ll have to wait and see!”

“What about clothes?” she asked.

“Well, I brought a couple of changes.. mind you at this rate I’ll have to walk around naked on Sunday and do my laundry!”

“That sounds OK by me!” she said, “but did you bring any… special… items?”

“I sure did. Don’t worry my little darling, I will make sure you get what you need tonight!”. Lisa grinned and then laughed.

“Oh, this is sooo wonderful Charlotte! I really feel so happy tonight”…..

“I’ll go and change, you wait here- I want it to be a surprise!” I said, shooing her away and ducking behind the bedroom door. Opening my case, I took out various items and laid them out. This was Lisa’s bedroom, but of course we would be sharing. Her bed was not all that large, but would sleep two OK. I stripped off the sheet and unrolling the rubber lining I had brought, remade the bed. I threw the duvet back on top, then laid out a couple of vibrators, a double-dildo, some beads and a jar of lube on top. For good measure I took out a couple of adult-sized disposable nappies- not sure if we’ll get to that, I thought, but just in case. Turning back to my case, I tried to decide how to dress. Ten minutes later, I was ready. “Lisa!” I yelled, “I’m ready! But I want you to put these on!” I threw a number of items outside the door and clicked it shut again. “Tell me when!”.

“OK, ready!” Lisa shouted, five minutes later. This was going to be fun!

Lisa gasped as I strode into the front room. I stood before her as she lay cowered on the rug. I put my heeled foot on her back to hold her down, as she looked up at the sight of me above her. Shiny black leather thigh boots stretched away, leaving just a few inches of thigh, in which the dark material of the stockings were visible. The boots were matched by a leather corset, and below this a black suspender belt held up the stocking with thin black straps. I wore long leather gloves, and a studded collar to match, and in my hand I held a thin, sharp switch. “Now my girl,” I said sternly, “I think you have been rather naughty!”.

Lisa looked up, suppressing a smile, and pleaded: “Oh but Miss Charlotte! I didn’t do it on purpose!”. Lisa was dressed, as I had instructed her, in a typical school uniform, with a pleated blue skirt, white blouse, white socks and plimsolls. The combination of schoolgirl and fetish mistress was a little incongruous, but it’s what we had fantasised about, so we were jolly well going to do it!

“That’s as may be girl, but you still have to be punished. Now, get up, and come here”. I sat down on the sofa, and I bent Lisa over my knee. Pulling up her skirt, I noticed with satisfaction that she was still wearing the yellowed panties from this afternoon, now naturally dried out from her body warmth.

“Boo hoo! But it was an accident miss!” Lisa wailed, getting into her role.

“Lisa, you pissed your panties in full view of the class, and like it or not, the rules say I have to punish you!”.

“But miss, they’re dry now!”

“Let me check” I said, and I bent down to inspect the smooth contours of Lisa’s cotton covered bottom in detail. The panties reeked of wee, but it was a very sexy smell, and already I could sense that Lisa’s pussy was oozing juice with excitement. A small dark wet spot had already appeared in the crease of her pussy, and it was as much as I could do not to tongue-fuck her again there and then. I stroked Lisa’s bottom, lingering in the damp crevice, fondling her pussy through the stained material. “Hmm, they’re dry all right. Too dry! Lisa, you will piss in your panties again for me now- that will be the first part of your punishment!” I heard Lisa stifle a giggle, and it was as much as I could do not to burst out laughing myself, but then the sudden urge of excitement we both then experienced silenced us as we concentrated. I was bursting for a pee, Lisa must be have been too, we’d neither of us gone to the loo on purpose since arriving back from the restaurant. Lisa seemed to have the stronger bladder, mind you! I felt Lisa’s stomach contract and relax as she lay across my knees, and I watched her crack with great anticipation. Then it started, a sudden flood of wetness darkened the material and immediately spread outwards in all directions, up across her buttocks, and down, trickling out and down onto the floor. I could also feel a little warm wetness on my leg as some of Lisa’s wee dribbled out the top of her knickers and over me. As she peed in her panties, the stream became stronger and stronger, making a loud hissing noise, and I could bear it no longer. I pulled her sodden knickers down around her thighs, and immediately, freed of its restrictions, her piss shot straight out backwards from between her firm white buttocks, arcing away several metres and forming a long streak of wet piss on the carpet. I spread her bum with my hands, opening her pussy, and the fountain of wee arced higher and longer, her peehole fully exposed and nothing to get in the way. As the force diminished, the piss fell back and started to trickle down Lisa’s thighs, back into the soaking pissy pants, and over my leg again. I groaned with lust, almost abandoning our little game, but I knew Lisa wanted me to fulfil my role. Lisa’s hand came up and she started to finger herself, wriggling about across my lap. I squeezed a handful of rapidly cooling pee out of her panties and spread it across her bottom, making it glisten.

“OK Lisa… that was..” I could hardly speak, but continued: “very.. naughty…indeed. I have to cane your bottom now”. I picked up the switch- it was quite light and springy and it wouldn’t do any real damage. I brought it lightly down on Lisa’s bottom with a snap, then another, then another, picking up the force as I went. I heard Lisa gasp as the strokes landed, and feared I was hurting her.

Then she said “Harder, please.. it’s OK”. I swiped the switch across her bottom with more force, swooping through the air and landing with a sharp crack. Lisa continued to masturbate, more furiously now, as I found the right level of force, and whipped her with the cane. Her bottom started to glow crimson, with a few red streaks from individual strokes visible. Lisa was muttering, “more, more.. I’ll tell you when to stop!” Finally, she was panting so hard I thought she would surely come, then she suddenly got up and kneeled down right in front of me, facing away, her bottom protruding high into the air above her cute little school plimsolls and the sodden knickers which were now wrapped around her ankles. Her bottom was bright red, and her pussy gaped out from between the glowing cheeks, her little pink arsehole pulsing as she continued to masturbate vigorously. “Charlie, wee on me, cool my arse down, give it to me as I come, please…!” I needed no further bidding- I sat on the edge of the sofa, opened my legs and let fly straight away.

“Oh, sweet relief!” I gasped, as my hot pee shot out from between my smooth pussy lips and sprayed all over Lisa’s back, soaking her blouse and skirt and running on to the floor. I opened my pussy with two hands and with a little pulling managed to direct the jet over her bottom

“Owww!!!! Oh god, Charlie!!!” Lisa screamed as the hot piss hit her bottom, making her yell as if scalded. Her fingers were a blur working her clit as she started to come in great racking sobs, lost in pleasure and pain. I played my jet of wee from side to side over her buttocks, and then directly into her cunt, which was gaping open, revealing a dark tunnel, I moved closer as I felt the force start to weaken, directing the jet right into her vagina as best I could. Piss cascaded down from her pussy, soaking her shoes and puddling on the floor. Then her cunt was full, and started to overflow, the cascade became a torrent. Lisa was coming hard now, I could see her vagina pulsate as the spasms gripped her, squirting little spurts of my piss out each time. “Charlie, oh fuck, fuck fuck fuck… god I love you, you piss whore slut mistress… FUCKING HELLS BELLS!!!!!!”. As Lisa’s orgasm subsided she could not speak, only breath in great ragged gasps, as if fighting for air. She did not move from her position, and I sat transfixed, frigging my clit as I watched her. Her cunt gaped open, dark and wet, still dribbling piss from time to time, and also with great gobs of white pussy cream, mingling with the wee and running down in slow threads of glistening droplets. By now I was squatting behind her on my haunches, leaning back against the seat of the sofa, masturbating and enjoying the lewd sight in front of me. Suddenly, Lisa’s dark vagina closed, spurting it’s last, and her pee hole once again came to prominence, glistening dark red. Lisa started to wee again, and again, it shot straight back unimpeded and splashed forcefully against my tummy, running down and dribbling over my cunt. Lisa looked round to see what I was doing, but I was simply wanking myself furiously, savouring the warm piss as it squirted over me. I thrust my hips forward so I could catch her stream in my own cunt, and gasped as I felt her hot wee penetrate into my vagina, filling me up with her lovely warmth. Her pee was short, but by the time it was over I was almost coming, and then Lisa turned around quickly and buried her face into my puffy petals. Involuntarily, I clenched my vaginal muscles as her tongue hit my clit, and a great wash of piss flooded out all over Lisa’s face.

“Oh god!!!” I cried. “I’m gonna come!!!” Lisa pushed hard, tonguing my clit for all she was worth, and my orgasm started…. “Oh fuuuuuckk!!! Lisaaaaa! Oh yes, face-fuck my cunt you slut, you pissy, wonderful, lovely whore!!!” Gasping for breath, my legs trembling, “nnnnggggggggg!!!!!” I bucked my hips furiously against Lisa’s mouth, but she held on, and never once let up “oooooooooonnnnnnnnnggg!!!! cumminggggg!!” And I did come, in great engulfing waves, it seemed to go on forever. My head seemed to explode as I hit the peak, a great blinding light and a shower of sparks, shimmering against a dark green shifting sky. I could no longer see the room- I thought I’d blacked out but I could feel the sensation in my body alright, and dimly, somewhere, Lisa’s tongue still driving it…

We snuggled up under the duvet, gentle and loving now, the wild excesses of the evening over. Gently kissing, I felt Lisa’s warm hand gently stroke across my cunt. I was spent, yet, somehow, I knew we could do it again, and would do it again, making love all night long, in every way imaginable. I heard the faint buzz of the vibrator and the tingle as Lisa brought it to bear on my outer cuntlips. I kissed her tenderly, and she returned the same. We lay in each others arms, whispering little nothings, as Lisa gradually started to arouse me again with the sexy toy. I reached for the other vibrator on the bedside table, and repeated the same moves on her, until we were both starting to breath a little deeper and harder, working up to yet another delicious peak. Lisa rolled gently on top of me, her slight body feeling almost no weight. I opened my legs and she rocked against me, her still wet pussy rubbing my own. We kissed, deeply, endlessly. I started to feel sleepy and my mind wandered- I was deliriously happy. As I drifted off, I became aware of a wonderful warm sensation flooding into my pussy and around the hollow where I lay.. Lisa was wetting on top of me…. I hardly registered the reality of it, loving the sleepy wet sensation, but I relaxed, and managed to return the favour, gently urinating right up into Lisa’s crotch, soaking the space between our tummies. I heard her giggle softly, then roll off lightly kissing me, and tenderly, lying in the piss-soaked bed in each others arms, we slept.

It was early September, and I’d just started a new evening class at our local college. The class wasn’t large, but most of the others were men in their fifties and sixties, and a few women of similar age. Holly was the only exception, a young and attractive girl, who I noticed immediately. She was of average height, but with a rather narrow, boyish figure, and small breasts. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was very fair and wispy, and usually rather wind-blown, giving her a sexy “just fucked” look. This was accentuated by the girlish summer dress she wore, showing off bare tanned legs, very shapely. Though I was by no means especially young myself, 40 next birthday, I felt she was more “my type” than any of the others, and she must have felt the same way, because the very first evening, during coffee break, she seemed to seek me out and start chatting. She was a charming girl, very cheerful and bubbly, and I was instantly attracted. She told me she was fairly new to the city, and was joining a class to help make some friends as well as learn something. At the end of the first evening, she asked which way I was headed, and since my bus stop was on her way, but the other side of the park, she asked if I would walk with her through the park. Naturally I obliged and we found much to chat about. At the other side of the park I wished her good night and said I’d see her next week. With a cheerful wave, she was gone. The following week it was the same, and the week after, but the fourth week, I started to feel she was flirting more obviously with me during class, and she started to make little risqué remarks when we were alone, like how she wished she could find a boyfriend as she was “gagging for it”, and saying her only friend was battery powered! I definitely was starting to fancy her with a vengeance, but our age gap made me hesitate – I couldn’t really imagine she was interested in an older guy like me, so I treated her flirting and her charm as just a bit of fun for class.

I had learned that she was 25, and just temping at the moment. The class would help her get a better job perhaps, she thought. She shared a flat with another girl, a student called Anna, but otherwise she hadn’t told me too much about her. After class, we walked across the park as usual, but this night, Holly said why didn’t we sit and chat a while, so we found a bench and sat down. At first the conversation was the same as usual, but gradually it turned to more personal matters. We discussed some of our previous relationships, and then the subject turned to sex. I was enjoying myself, and she was too – each pushing the other to say a little more, go a little further. She told me a few of the things she liked, and I was getting very turned on, and I could sense she was too, moving closer and touching my leg and arm as we sat together. Eventually, the inevitable happened and we started to kiss and cuddle. We were a little self-conscious at first but soon we were kissing passionately, forgetting the rest of the world.

After a while, I spoke. “Are you sure you want this Holly? I mean… an old codger like me?”

Holly giggled. “You’re not that old.. besides, I like older guys.. maybe you can teach me some new things!” she said.

“Like what?”

“Oh, I dunno.. you must have had loads of experience?”

I smiled. “Maybe”. After a pause I said “You know my taste in sex can be… shall we say, a little unusual at times”

Holly laughed. “Cool!, what sort of unusual?” I hesitated to say anything, very aware of some of my occasional fetishes, not wanting to spoil the chance of having any sort of sexy fun with Holly. She must have sensed my hesitancy, and preempted me. “I like a few kinky things too” she said. I looked at her quizically. She laughed again, her charming girlish laugh. “I sometimes like it up the bum…” Giggles. “My last boyfriend introduced me, got me quite into it…” I smiled, kissing her. “What’s the kinkiest thing you’ve ever done?” she asked. Well, what a question – should I tell her the truth?

“What about you?”, I stalled, laughing.

“Not fair, I asked first!! Look, I don’t care if you like to fuck goats or something, I like you a lot, so what?”
Well, she sure had a way of getting to the heart of the matter, putting me straight away at ease, so I said “Oh, nothing like that – no animals, or anything nasty”.

“Go on..” she urged.

“Well, this one girl, we were in a pub, drinking quite a few beers…. well, when we walked home, we were in a secluded lane, and kissing and cuddling when she suddenly said she needed to go for a pee. I don’t know why, but I suddenly knelt and lifted her skirt, dropped her panties, and started to eat her pussy…” I was telling her this as I write it now, without much embellishment. Holly was listening, rapt. “Anyway, there I was with my face in her crotch, her knickers around her ankles, when she just started to piss herself.. I just carried on, letting it flood my face, drinking some… when she finished I was giving her clit such a sucking and licking she just came on the spot. I was soaked!” There was a pause, Holly said nothing. “That’s the kinkiest thing I’ve probably done” I finished.

“Wow… that’s so… horny!!” she said, at last. I was so relieved, fearing that she would have found it too much. “To just let her pee over you like that.. it’s really sexy and wild. I’ve never tried anything like that… though one of my exes liked to watch me pee on the loo sometimes… but we never took it any further”. She seemed genuinely turned on, her voice sounding a little breathless and her face flushed in the light of a nearby street-lamp. I kissed her again, passionately, squeezing her thigh gently and moving my hand towards her crotch. She parted her legs, kissing me ardently. I felt under her skirt, feeling the warm moist mossy gusset of her knickers. She moaned quietly, parting her legs further. I slipped a finger under the edge of her panties, feeling for her hot pussy – it was absolutely slick with juice, feeling smooth and very slippery. I couldn’t be sure, but it felt as though she were shaved, or else had very fine hair indeed. Holly gasped as I found the opening of her vagina, pushing a finger inside, rubbing her clit and hole.

“God you’re so wet!” I cried, letting her tongue enter my mouth once again, allowing her to rock her pelvis against my hand as she sat.

“You turn me on so much!” she mumbled, unable to break off kissing as she spoke. Her hands were fumbling for my belt and flies, and soon she had my trousers open, rubbing my rock-solid cock firmly through my underpants. I shifted so she could free it, and it sprang out, oozing wet. She started to masturbate me, still kissing, then broke off to take it in her mouth. She gave wonderful head, fast and smooth, and I felt I could hardly take it much longer, when she stopped… “Oh! You’re shaved down there too!” she squealed. “Me too!” It was true – my cock and balls and most of the surrounding area was totally shaved. “I love it, you have such a beautiful cock!” she said. “Darling, I want to do everything with you – I want us to suck and fuck and piss and do anything you want to do…” the words were tumbling out, she was almost crazy with lust. I have to say I felt exactly the same… “Let me pee for you!” she suddenly said, sitting up and opening her legs. Before I could say anything, she pulled her panties to one side, and after a few seconds, started to urinate over the grass in front of us, the stream glinting in the lights of the park, arcing out of her glistening pussy. I was transfixed – I find the sight of a woman peeing in such a lewd fashion an immense turn-on, and I started to wank myself, watching. I leaned over and kissed her again, feeling down and spreading her pussy open with two fingers, causing her piss stream to wobble and arc even higher. As it subsided, I started to masturbate her clit, tonguing her mouth deeply, willing her to cum.. I didn’t have to wait long, feeling her breath start to come in fast rasping gasps, her body shuddering and heaving. Her pussy was utterly sodden and I could have sworn I felt a warm squirt of liquid as she finally edged over into full orgasm, grabbing me around the neck and pulling me tight to her, her breath hot and ragged in my ear. I held her tight, cuddling her as she came down.

After what seemed a very long time, she spoke. “God that was wonderful… and I needed it!” She smiled, straightening up her clothes. “Now what about you?” My cock was jutting out, stiff as a pole, and leaking juice profusely. “Why don’t we go back to my place?” she suggested, “It’s getting a little chilly” Well, I didn’t need to be asked twice, so I pulled up my trousers, and off we went, hand in hand…

That night was a wonderful evening of beautiful sex, but nothing more was said about kinky stuff, though in the private of her bedroom, I did discover Holly’s gorgeous shaved pussy – totally bald and smooth, always glistening wet, and with very small, perfectly formed inner lips that were hidden from view when her legs were closed, which, to be honest, wasn’t often! Holly must have very fine pubic hair because there was virtually no stubble at all.

We planned to meet for a meal the following evening, and Holly seemed to be knocking back quite a few beers! When I commented she simply smiled and said, “Oh, maybe we can share them again later”. Well, I knew I was in for a huge treat! We talked, once again the subject eventually turning to sex. “What’s your wildest fantasy?” she asked me. Well I doubted that I could tell her that at this stage, but watered it down to suit the mood…

“Well, you know about my pee kink…” she nodded, grinning, her eyes shining with lust, “so that.. with two women maybe.. one riding my cock, the other sitting on my face” I trailed off, thinking this sounded a bit lame, but Holly was running with it.

“Ooh, naughty… two women. Well, I must admit I have a few lesbian fantasies” she said, “but never actually tried it.. well, not since I was at school. Most girls experiment at one time.. or maybe that was just me!” she laughed. “My flatmate, Anna, she’s quite sexy I think.. you’ll meet her soon I expect. She’s half Vietnamese. We sometimes flirt a little, and have quite horny chats.. but it’s just girly talk”. Holly smiled, and I felt her legs rubbing mine under the table. The thought of Holly with another girl was making me hard, not to mention everything else we’d talked about and the anticipation of the evening to come. I could hardly wait to finish and get out of there!

Returning to Holly’s flat, it was quite obvious that she needed to pee really badly, but was trying not to show it. “Don’t worry darling, if you need to go, go.. I’m sure there will be plenty!”

Holly giggled, then a pained look came on her face, trying not to laugh she said “Oooh, don’t make me laugh or I will piss myself!”. I caught her eye with a knowing look. “All right… you asked for it!” she said, looking around furtively. The street was deserted. She stooped moving and stood suddenly still, her legs planted slightly apart. Before I really knew what was happening there came a loud splattering as her urine hit the pavement, and I could see a silvery stream cascading down directly between her legs. Boy, she really needed it! It gushed downwards with some force, loudly splashing, and a big dark puddle spread rapidly around her. Her face was a picture, her head tilted upwards slightly, her lips parted in an ecstatic sigh, a hint of a smile, her eyes locked with mine. I looked down again to watch, and she lifted her short thin skirt, revealing skimpy, silky white panties, the piss just gushing straight through them! My cock jerked to attention, and I hunkered down to get a better look. At closer range, I could smell the faint pissy smell in the steam rising from the puddle, and watched fascinated as golden trickles of Holly’s wee ran down her legs, making silvery tracks in the half light, running into her strappy summer shoes, then finally adding to the puddle. I could bear it no longer – I pulled her to me roughly with both hands and pushed my open mouth over her sopping wet mound, immediately feeling her warm piss flood my mouth and run down my chin. It tasted very faint, slightly nutty, and I drank her greedily, my cock straining painfully inside my pants. I gulped her wee down as fast as I could, moving to catch as much as possible without spilling it, my total lust for her made me oblivious to the street and whether anyone could see – I just did not care. All too soon she was spent and I was sucking hard at her panties, trying to wring every last drop out, tasting the wetness change from piss to pussy juice – Holly was flooding with excitement now.Finally the spell was broken as we heard distant footsteps, and standing up again, kissing her as her skirt fell back to cover the scene of the crime, we just ran like crazy the rest of the distance to the flat, laughing like mad the whole way!

As soon as we were inside, Holly went to the kitchen and filled two pint glasses with water. Handing me one, she said “Insurance!”, and clinking glasses, she started to drink hers down, almost all in one go. She finished hers with a gasp, then refilled her glass from the tap. “What are you waiting for?” she said, drinking her second glass. I smiled and drank my pint down, pausing half way for breath. “More!” she cried, when I finished, and I refilled mine. She finished her second, more slowly this time, and refilled for a third time. “I’ll bring this for later” she said. She led me then straight to the bedroom. She’d been busy! The bed had been stripped and a large plastic sheet had been laid over the mattress, with a couple of towels on top and a final sheet over all of it to make it comfortable to lie on. She had pulled up the rug, exposing the whole of the wooden parquet floor, and a pile of towels were stacked on her dresser. “Welcome to my little slut’s piss-parlour!” Holly said, laughing. “I want to do everything with you, the wetter the better!” I grabbed her and we kissed passionately, wildly – I could hardly believe this young sweet girl was so totally into my kinky desires. As we kissed, Holly pulled her dress up and over her head, standing in nothing but her bra and sopping wet panties, which, I could now see, had a distinct yellow stain where she had wet them. I reached around and unclasped the bra, casting it aside and revealing her small but very pert and firm tits, with large slightly puffy nipples. I bent and took one gently in my mouth, sucking on it and tickling the tip lightly with my tongue. I felt Holly stiffen and shudder, a girly gasp came from her moist lips. Her nipple erected instantly, and I moved to stiffen the other one. Holly stood as I sucked her tits, lifting her arms over her head, raising her hair in waves and moaning softly. After a few minutes I quicky stripped, pulling off my clothes with undue haste and tossing them aside. I stood in front of Holly stark naked, my shaved cock as hard as a rock, sticking straight up vertically in front of me. We embraced, kissing, running our hands through each other hair. I could feel her wet panties cool against my hot cock. I moved my hands down, feeling her wet crotch, cool where the piss was evaporating, but hot and sticky in the crevice of her cunt. I could bear it no longer – I pulled her knickers down to her knees, then resuming our embrace felt my cock find the heat of her pussy, then, without resistance or barely conscious movement, it slipped inside her slippery slit. She gasped as she felt me plunge right up into her, no resistance, yet the sudden force of my cock opening her caught her with a wave of pleasure – later she said it was all she could do not to come there and then. We stood quite still, just kissing, in a hard embrace, for many minutes, just savouring the feeling of our bodies locked together, my cock buried deep inside her cunt, our hairless pubic bones pressed together, oozing with slippery wetness, each heartbeat jerking my cock slightly, throbbing inside her. As we stood, I gradually became aware of the need to pee, building rapidly – no wonder with all that water not to mention the beer I had drunk plus the pee I’d had already! Not being one who has ever had a problem peeing with a hard-on, I wondered what she’d if I just started to pee… well, so be it, she had said she wanted to try everything hadn’t she? Still kissing, I let the feeling build and build, until there was no choice but to pee… I felt it run through my tubes to the end of my cock, then squirt out, filling her cunt. For a second there was no reaction from Holly, then suddenly she stopped kissing and looked at me amazed. “You’re pissing!!” she squealed, leaning back to look at the point where our bodies joined. There was not yet any sign of it, but it was still coming out, I knew that! Holly gasped with delight, savouring the feeling of my piss filling her pussy and expanding it outwards. Suddenly the pressure was too much, and a great gush of water squirted out around my cock, soaking my balls and thighs and hitting the floor with a splash. Then another and another. Holly was laughing with the sheer silliness of our kinky play, enjoying the sensation of the waves of water flooding out of her cunt. Then without a word she pulled herself off my cock, and fell to her knees in front of me. Released, my cock sprang upwards, sending a huge cascade of wee right over her head and onto the bed. She grabbed it, and aimed it down so that my pee washed across her tits and belly. Her eyes were half closed in ecstasy, her body bent back to enjoy the rivers of warm urine that sluiced over her. I continued to pee – I’d held it so long there was plenty, plus with a hard-on the flow was quite slow – as Holly sat back on the floor, leaning backwards, bringing her legs up and open, exposing her pretty little pussy. She guided my cock down – quite a sharp angle now! – so the pee squirted against her clit, making her jump, until she found the perfect spot, letting my stream stimulate her in just the right place. Finally, she seemed to come to as if from a dream, and with a moment’s hesitation, opened her mouth and moved to catch the flow, letting it fill her mouth and flood out over her lips and chin. She looked up and caught my amazed look, and smiled, open-mouthed. All too soon I was spent, and she squirted the last bit of pee from her mouth over my cock.

Finally, she spoke “Hmm, doesn’t taste as bad as I thought! Maybe I could get to like it”

“It’s very weak” I said, “all that water and your pee! Better that way…”

“It’s fine… I want to do everything you want to do, try new things… if you like to drink, I will try it too. C’mon, let’s get on the bed”. She led me over, dripping from where she’d been sitting in the puddle, and suddenly I felt such a wonderful feeling for this sexy girl – like I’d finally found my kinky soulmate…. well, who knew?

For a while we fucked in every conceivable position, me on top, her on top, doggy style, my cock just couldn’t keep out of her beautiful cunt, her smooth lips framing the dark crevice, occasionally flashing a deep red when she opened her legs wide. But I knew she must need to pee, all that water and beer! We turned again, she lay once mor eon her back, legs wide open. I went to enter her, but she stopped me, reaching over to her bedside table and retrieving a bottle of lube. She smiled, catching my bemused look, then rubbed a generous handful of lube into her anus, then the remainder on my cock. “Try here darling” was all she said. I lifted her legs and my cock pushed against her tight brown hole. I heard her wince and tense, then smiled and relaxed, letting me slip inside, slowly and carefully. “Oh god!!!” she yelled, pulling me into her “fuck my arsehole darling, fuck me like a slut!!”. I started to fuck her, her hole feeling very tight around my cock, but she was loving it, pulling her legs up and open with her arms to give me better access, her ankles either side of her sweet, flushed face. She started to frig herself violently as I fucked her bumhole, occasionally plunging fingers into her gaping vagina. She was lost in a frenzy of lust, it was all I could do to keep up. Then she spread open her pussy as wide as possible – I could see her exposed clit hard shiny and purple, and the vagina oozing with white juice. Then she began to pee! Her peehole suddenly opened, shutting off the vagina, and a thick jet of hot piss shot out all over my stomach – god that felt good! I leaned back and pushed her forward a little, angling the pee upwards until it was making a huge fountain, higher than my head, and falling back over her belly, cunt, legs and chest, flooding the bed, my cock still wedged tight up her arsehole. I pushed her forward a little more, and the arc angled forward, over her chest and neck, then hitting her face. Holly screamed with laughter, and opened her mouth to catch it, as before letting it fill her mouth and run over, soaking her hair behind her. Then I saw her swallow, and swallow again – she was drinking her own piss! I pulled her back, this time moving the fountain towards me, and it was now my turn to catch her wee in my mouth, drinking it greedily. By rocking her back and forth, we took it in turns to drink from her cunt fountain, until finally, the pressure diminished and the pee lazily bubbled up and filled her pussy, flowing down over my cock and onto the bed. We were soaked. I leaned forward and lay on top of her, feeling the warm wee squelching between us, and kissed her tenderly, still slowly fucking her arsehole. After some time, I could feel the need to pee once more, so pulled out and rolled to her side. We still kissed, enjoying making love in such a wild kinky manner. As we kissed, I started to pee, angling my cock to piss over her tits, then finally into our faces as we kissed, letting piss into our mouths and exchanging it. The bed was a lake of pee now – the plastic sheets retaining the water and the towels utterly saturated. We didn’t care – it was time to cum. I entered her pussy once more and began to fuck her, slowly, considerately, making her feel every thrust, the piss beneath her lapping in waves with the motion, wetting her hair, squelching obscenely when trapped beneath thrusting buttocks and legs. She was starting to cum – I whispered obscene phrases which sent her wild, calling her a pissy slut – then finally she went over the edge, her orgasm locking her body rigid, her breathing stopped, then suddenly heaving in great gasping sobs, grabbing me roughly, and the noise! She was almost screaming with pleasure, moaning and crying, telling me over and over to fuck, fuck, fuck!!! I kissed her neck, mouth, breasts, anything I could find, pushing my cock deep into her again and again, lifting her legs to get it even deeper, ramming it in, keeping her cumming as long as I could. Finally, it was over, and she started to relax, gasping for air, rolling left and right trying to recover. I held her tight, kissing her gently, bringing her down. I pulled out and rolled next to her , cuddling, gently caressing her pussy, careful not to touch the over sensitive clit. As she recovered and started to make more sense her kisses became more passionate, loving… Then as one last, almost exhausted gesture, she opened her legs a little and started to urinate once more – up and over the end of the bed, onto the floor, a huge, lovely arc of female wee. I watched it abstractly, following the arc slowly out to where it landed, adding to the earlier puddles on the floor, slopping noisily… my eye suddenly caught a dark figure in the shadows near the door, which we’d left ajar in our earlier haste… I turned, caught the dark flashing eyes of a beautiful young asiatic woman, standing watching us, one hand in her panties, the other leaning against the wall unsteadily. She smiled. It was Anna.

A  jeans peeing story for today

I met Amy when I was a college freshman. She was a high school senior, and was at one of our dorm parties. We were all very drunk and a bunch of the guys were singing some obscene songs. I was conducting the group, Amy was laughing hysterically at the content of our songs. When our concert ended she introduced herself to me. She had long light brown hair, a deep tan, and azure blue eyes. I was instantly addicted to the sparkle in those eyes. We started off with the usual small talk and I tore my glance away from her eyes to check the rest of her out.

She was wearing a tight navy blue t-shirt, jeans, and blue pumps. My cock started to slowly harden as she complemented me on our songs.  She told me I had a pretty uninhibited mind to dream up the things in the song. I thanked her and confessed I’d heard the songs elsewhere and was only the conductor, and not the lyricist. She laughed and said it still took and uninhibited mind to lead those songs and teach them to others.

The party continued and Amy and I hit it off. We spent the rest of the night talking and drinking and dancing. The party was drawing to a close, when our conversation turned to sex. I asked Amy to go to bed with me. She declined but said, “I don’t fuck, but I’d LOVE to give you head!”

My cock sprang instantly to attention and I suggested we go back to my dorm. Amy said “How about my parents place.”

“It’s near here, and they’re gone for the weekend.” “Great!” I said, “I won’t have to kick out my roommate!”

Amy and I walked to her house. We were both a bit drunk, so we walked arm in arm back to her place, steadying each other as we went. Amy was quite fidgety as she walked. “What’s the matter?” I asked.

“I don’t know about you, but I’ve really got to piss!” was her response.

“You should have peed at the dorm.” I said.

“I don’t think I can make it to my house.” Amy said, giggling all the while.  Amy said we were about halfway there, so turning back would do no good. I thought for a minute about other campus buildings, but the closest open one would be my dorm.

We were standing on the sidewalk between two dark houses. There were a bunch of bushes on the side of one of the houses. I suggested to Amy she piss behind the bushes. “Come with me.” she begged, tugging on my arm as she clicked up the driveway on her heels. I followed her between the two houses.  “Want to watch?” she said.

I was startled by this request and a bit turned on too. I followed her behind the bushes, expecting her to drop her jeans, squat and let loose. I was really shocked when instead she just squatted and peed in her jeans. Amy was giggling the whole time as she pissed. It was hard to see much in the darkness, but I could hear her piss squirting through her jeans and could see the dirt around her pumps getting dark with her urine. Amy pissed a long time and sighed when she was finished. She started to rub her pussy through her wet crotch. It was tough to see, but judging from the length of time she peed her jeans and pumps had to be soaked!

“Why did you do that?” I asked.

Amy said, “Well, first off I don’t want any mosquito bites on my ass.”

“I don’t want to show you my pussy!” “Last of all, it feels really good!” Amy was rubbing her pussy the whole time and she had an orgasm as I watched.

She said “Wanna feel?” as she stepped out from the shadows. Amy’s jeans were soaked! The crotch was wet to almost the snap. Wide dark blue stripes ran down the inside of her legs to her pumps. Her pumps were spotted with her piss. She stepped up close to me and grabbed my hand and stuck it between her legs. I tried to withdraw my hand as it became wet from Amy’s piss.

She wouldn’t let me though and I was still drunk and horny so I started to rub her pussy through her jeans.  Amy was pretty excited and I didn’t have to rub her much before she had another orgasm. She turned around and bent over a bit to show me her wet ass. Her piss was nearly to her pockets, with a small patch extending up the seam of her jeans  between her pockets.

I grabbed a soggy lower ass cheek in each hand and squeezed, her piss wetting my hands. Amy turned around and kissed me. In the process she pushed her saturated crotch against me.  Before I could react, I could feel my jeans getting wet from her piss. Amy broke the kiss and dropped to her knees. The denim covering my cock was the wettest part of my jeans. Amy rubbed my cock through the denim a few times before she unzipped me. She engulfed my cock with her mouth, sucking furiously as she played with my balls with her hands. I felt a tinge of pain, followed by great pleasure as Amy stuck a finger up my asshole as she continued to drown my cock in her saliva. Amy was a great cocksucker and I quickly shot my load into her mouth. Amy swallowed my cum and licked my cock clean.

“I’ve got a confession to make, this is my house.” Amy said as she pointed to the house with the bushes.

“You wet your pants on purpose?” I quizzed.

“Yup!” she beamed back. “How uninhibited are you?” Amy asked.

“Why?” I shot back.

“If you’ll piss all over me again, I’ll suck your cock all night long!”

I didn’t think twice before agreeing. I was neither disgusted nor thrilled by Amy’s piss soaked pants, but she obviously enjoyed it. She had given me a GREAT blowjob, and I would probably do just about anything for her to get an encore performance.

“Let’s go inside!” she said. I followed her around the back and she unlocked the door and we went inside. “Come on!” Amy said, leading me down to the basement. She lead me to a tiled corner of the basement and turned on a light. Amy pulled out my cock and dropped to her knees in front of me.

I started to piss on her breasts. I soaked each breast down, her navy t- shirt started to shine from my pee. My piss was running over her belly and soaking into the front of her jeans.

Amy locked her fingers around my cock and said, “Let me know when you’re almost out of piss.” She released my cock and I started to spray her chest again. I was actually starting to enjoy peeing on her as my bladder emptied.

“Amy, I’m getting low.” I told her. I was shocked as Amy took my cock into her mouth while I was still peeing. She drank down some of my piss before she sealed her mouth best as she could around my cock. My piss was dripping from the corners of her mouth as she swirled my piss around in her mouth and over my cock. The sensation of the warm fluid around my cock coupled with Amy’s tongue along the bottom of my shaft brought me close to orgasm.

Amy’s head was bobbing back and forth along my shaft, my piss still in her mouth. She brought me to an orgasm and kept her lips sealed around my cock as I sprayed cum into her mouth. She pulled back and opened her mouth a bit to show me my cum and my piss in her mouth before she swallowed.

Amy stood up and kissed me, giving me a faint taste of the piss/cum mixture. She disappeared for a minute and came back with a towel, which she spread over a couch that was near the tiled area.  She sat down, still in her piss soaked clothes and motioned for me to sit next to her. I joined her and Amy unsnapped my jeans. I raised my ass off the couch and Amy dropped my jeans over my knees.

Amy’s head was in my lap in a flash. She kissed and licked my cock until it was hard. Amy took me into her mouth, gently sucking on my cock as her head bobbed up and down in my lap. This girl loved giving head! I was having a great time, running my hands over her piss soaked breasts, ass, and crotch as she sucked away. I pulled her shirt out of her jeans and removed her bra, fondling her breasts as she kept blowing me. I worked my hand down the back of her jeans and stuck a finger in her asshole, causing her to moan and scrape her teeth along my shaft.

I was young and horny and managed to cum another few times as Amy sucked my cock for what seemed like hours. She was licking up cum from my shriveled shaft when she said “I’m incredibly horny!”

“I thought you didn’t want to fuck.” I said. I was concerned not that she had changed her mind, but because she had sucked me dry and I wasn’t sure I could cum again.

“I’ll make you a deal,” she said, “If you let me pee on you, you can fuck me!”

“I don’t think I can get it up!” I said.

“Let me worry about that!” she said. “By the way, I want you to wear your clothes!” I reasoned I wouldn’t need my clothes until tomorrow at least so I agreed.

We went back to the tiled area and Amy had me lay down on the floor. She stood over me, a blue pump on either side of my ass, her crotch centered over my cock. She relaxed and sighed and I watched a wave of piss run down her legs and over her pumps. Her pumps filled with piss.

I was getting into the look of her jeans, all dark and shiny with piss when her pee started to dribble over my cock. The warm liquid felt good as it soaked into my crotch and flowed over my cock. I could feel my ass getting wet as the piss from the puddles around Amy’s  pumps joined with her piss as it trickled down my crotch.

Amy slowly lowered herself as she kept pissing over my crotch. She sat on my cock and rubbed the crotch of her piss soaked jeans over it.  Amy moved slowly forward, wetting down my shirt in the process. She ran out of piss about the time she soaked down my  nipples.

Amy practically ripped off my jeans to get at my cock! I was at half mast, but Amy fixed that, enthusiastically licking and kiss my cock until it was hard again. Amy dropped her jeans, then lowered her dripping pussy over my cock. Amy sighed as my cock slid into her pussy. She was wet! Amy was riding up and down on my cock. Her wetness combined with my earlier orgasms conspired to keep me from coming.

Neither one of us minded, though as Amy road my cock wildly. I reached up to play with her boobs as they bounced away while she humped me. Amy’s wildness distracted me from the tile floor as she ground my ass into it!

Amy had a huge orgasm as my cock slid in and out of her pussy. I couldn’t cum, but I didn’t care. Amy collapsed on top me, and laid there as we caught our breath.

We stripped and took a shower after we stuck our piss-covered clothes in the laundry. We went up to Amy’s bedroom and Amy sucked my cock until the sun came up.

A short lesbian pissing story I came across

Bonnie and Michelle met the first day of Secretarial School. They ate lunch together the first day and found they had a lot in common. Movies, boys, music, boys, books, boys..

Bonnie was telling Michelle she couldn’t find an apartment she could afford. Michelle couldn’t believe it. She had an apartment she couldn’t afford and was thinking of moving out.

“How does $200 a month each and we can live together sound,” Michelle said. Bonnie was ecstatic. Her dilemma had been distracting her and now her problem was solved.

Bonnie moved in that night. They both realized they would be giving up some privacy because Michelle’s apartment only had one bedroom and one bed. At least it was a queen size, Bonnie mused. She had never slept with a roommate before but what could it hurt. Michelle had another slight problem she had to share with Bonnie. She should have told her before she moved in, she thought.

“Bonnie,” Michelle said. “I have one more thing to tell you. You may want to pack and leave after I tell you but its only fair that you know.”

“What’s that, Bonnie asked curiously. How bad can it be?”

“Well I have to set my alarm clock for 2:30 every night to get up and pee. If I don’t I almost always wet the bed.

Bonnie laughed. “Is that all. That’s not a problem. I probably won’t even hear it that time of the night. I’m a pretty sound sleeper. They both giggled as they hauled the last of Bonnie’s clothes from her car.

It was their 7th night together as roommates. They had ordered a pizza and had a few beers.. Michelle’s alarm went off but she didn’t hear it.

Bonnie awoke with a strange odor coming from under the covers. She turned in the bed and felt the warm wetness squishing her leg. She lifted the covers and smelled the strong aroma of piss. She didn’t know why but it overwhelmed her. She saw Michelle’s firm, round ass cheeks and her panties glued to the crack of her ass from the wetness. Before Bonnie’s fingers could even reach her pussy she came.

“UGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,” Bonnie moaned as the orgasm swept over her. God, what came over me, she wondered. That’s never happened to me before.

Suddenly Michelle woke up. She knew immediately what she had done. She turned to Michelle in total embarrassment.

“I’m soooo sorry Bonnie, Michelle cried. I’m so ashamed of myself.”

“Hey, don’t be, Bonnie said. Don’t worry about it.”

They got up and changed the sheets. Michelle had taken the precaution long ago to put a rubber covering over her mattress so she wouldn’t ever leave any permanent odor or stains.

A couple days go by and Bonnie can’t that morning out of her mind. The aroma, the feeling of the warm urine soaking her t-shirt and legs. Not to mention the sight of Michelle’s round, little ass cheeks sucking those piss soaked cotton panties up into her crack.

That night, after Michelle fell asleep, Bonnie turned the alarm clock off. She laid in bed awake all night waiting.

Suddenly, without warning, she felt the warm piss soaking her leg. The piss was coming in a stream, splashing over Bonnie’s panties and shirt. She began to cum immediately. Her body was racked with orgasms. She was fingering her pussy vigorously, not wanting this to ever stop. When the last orgasm subsided she fell into a deep sleep.

“I don’t understand why the alarm clock was turned off, she heard Michelle mumble. I’m sure I turned it on.”

“You turned something on alright, Bonnie hissed. It was me.”

Bonnie grabbed Michelle and pulled her on top of her. “Do you have to piss right now,” Bonnie whispered.

“Yes, Michelle answered. I’m going to go to the bathroom.

“Piss now, Bonnie ordered. The sheets are already soaked. Piss now!!!”

Bonnie felt the the gush hit her pussy. She went out of her mind as an intense orgasm exploded between her legs. She never felt anything so depraved and delicious. She felt another orgasm welling up inside her. “God damnnnnnnnnn URGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,” as her body shook relentlessly, cum flowing from her pussy in waves of pleasure..

Michelle, caught up in Bonnie’s depravity, began thrusting her pussy into Michelle’s cunt. She felt her swollen clit assaulting Bonnie’s pussy and an orgasm began welling up into her cunt.

“I’MMM CUUMMMMMMIIIINNNGGGGG.” she screamed. They both smelled the aroma from the mixed fluids streaming from their dripping holes.

Michelle laid on top of Bonnie for a long time without moving.

Bonnie broke the silence. “I can’t get enough of this Michelle, she whispered. I want your piss on my tits, my pussy and even in my mouth. If you think I’m horrible just tell me and I’ll move out.

She got her answer when Michelle reached over, picked up the alarm clock, and forcefully smashed it on the floor.

We havent had a pissing story for a while so enjoy

It was 9:30 at night, and Sarah was dead tired after a long day at work. She looked forward to going home, and breaking open a bottle of Chablis and enjoying a nice, hot soak in the tub before bed.

As she sat in an empty subway car, she sipped a bottle of water she bought at the kiosk. The air conditioning in the subway car was out, and it was a warm, 90 degree evening. Perspiration beaded on her forehead, and she wiped it away with the back of her hand. Suddenly, the lights went out and the train jerked to a halt. “Oh, for Christ’s sake!” she thought, taking a long pull of her cold water, “Just what I need, a fucking blackout!” Even in the late evening, the heat was oppressive, and because the train was no longer moving, no fresh air came through the vents, either. “Thank God for the water!” she muttered to herself. She took one more slug and put it in her bag, trying to ration it in case the power was going to be out for a while.

Luckily, the lights came back on, and the train started to move after only 10 minutes, and Sarah breathed a sigh of relief. She only had two more stops to go, and the chilled wine would be hers…all hers! She finished the bottle of water with a contented sigh, letting the cool liquid trickle down her throat.

Her stop was next, and she stood up to get off the train. “Oh, God,” she thought, “I gotta pee!” She steeled herself for the 15 minute walk from the station to her apartment, while damning gravity for making the urine weigh so much in her bladder. She got off the train, and began walking. After a minute, she started to feel better, and relaxed a bit. “I’m gonna make it!” she thought. Unfortunately, her bladder had different plans entirely. Almost as soon as she relaxed her PC muscles, a small trickle of pee seeped from her urethra and moistened the gusset of her cotton panties. She stopped dead in her tracks, exclaiming, “Oh, SHIT!” An old woman sitting on her balcony shook her head disapprovingly. “I can make it!” Sarah told herself firmly, “I HAVE to make it!” She took another step, and more pee came out, further wetting her panties. Sarah was humiliated. Here she was, minutes away from her house, and she was pissing her panties like a baby! She took a deep breath, and started walking faster to her house. She breathed a sigh of relief as no more pee came. She was feeling more and more confident with each step.

A sharp pain wracked her pelvis, as her bladder protested mightily. “I can see my house,” she said to herself, “Home stretch.” Another spasm wracked her bladder, and a squirt of piss shot out of her, soaking her panties and ran down her legs, soaking her pantyhose. “No!” she thought despairingly, as her will dissolved. Seeing nobody around, and trying at this point to just save her skirt from an expensive trip to the dry cleaners, she hiked up her skirt. Before she could get her panties off and squat though, the floodgates opened, and the pee surged forth in a powerful wave. Warmth enveloped her vagina as her panties filled with pee, sending golden rivulets down her legs, and into her shoes. Sarah squealed and spread her legs wider trying to keep any more pee from soaking her shoes. She still had some dignity left, you know! The piss came and came, and Sarah was shocked and somewhat disgusted by the tingling which enveloped her clit. “What the fuck?!?” Sarah thought, “I’m pissing myself, and I’m getting HORNY?”

The flow finally stopped, and Sarah gasped at the small lake she had created in the middle of the sidewalk. Looking around in panic, suddenly realizing that she was standing in the middle of the sidewalk with her skirt hiked up, she ran quickly to her house, and slammed the door behind her when she got in. Sarah kicked off her sodden shoes, and looked at herself in the mirror next to the door. Sweat matted her fine red curls to her forehead, sweat stains were evident in the armpits of her blouse, and her gray skirt was hiked up over her hips. Her panties and hose were a different story. They were completely soaked, so much so that Sarah was able to see her red pubic curls through her panties. She peeled off her panties and hose. As the wet cotton released itself from her hot pussy, she gasped as a shudder of intense pleasure ripped through her body. Unable to control herself, Sarah moved her hand to her wet pussy, seeking her clit. She began rubbing her clit fervently, gasping as pleasure enveloped her. Her other hand opened her blouse, and moved under her 36B bra to stroke her breasts as she rubbed her clitoris. Her breathing came in ragged gasps as an intense orgasm ripped through her body, causing her knees to buckle a bit.

Once she recovered, Sarah finished removing her wet clothes, tossed them in a heap in the corner, (She really didn’t care anymore!) and went to the kitchen. She opened the bottle of wine from the fridge, grabbed a glass, and headed to the bathroom to have her bath. She ran the bath hot, the way she likes it, and slipped inside the water. She drank the wine while contemplating what just happened to her. Sure, she’d heard of golden showers, and the whole urine and desperation fetish, but thought that was just a fetish held by freaks. Was she a freak? She didn’t think so. Maybe it was the 3rd glass of wine, but as she thought about her pissing herself, she found herself getting horny again! She went to grab more wine, but realized she had emptied the whole bottle! “That would explain the light head!” she giggled to herself. She stood up to empty the tub, and a familiar sensation hit her. She had to pee again!

She decided to abandon herself this time to her newly discovered joy. She lay down in the now empty tub, and started to rub her clit slowly. As she did, she also began to let herself pee. The sensation was electric, like nothing she’d ever felt before. On an impulse, she stopped peeing, and brought the hand that had been rubbing her clit to her mouth, and tasted the pee dripping from her fingers. It was salty, but not altogether unpleasant. She moved herself so her bum was touching the end of the bathtub, with her legs riding up the wall. Feeling alive, feeling dirty, but so GOOD, Sarah spread her legs as far as she could. She then opened the delicate labia wide, and began to pee again. The pee trickled down her abdomen at first. Sarah pushed, and a golden arc of piss shot from her pussy and sprinkled down over her firm breasts. Sarah pushed harder, and got what she wanted…a stream shot out and hit her face, and entered her mouth. She swallowed the delicious golden offering, and began rubbing her clit madly while pushing what was left of her pee out. Soon Sarah was moaning in ecstasy, her body glistening with her fragrant nectar. She came hard, and her body shook, but she wanted MORE. She looked over and grabbed the empty wine bottle, and pushed it into her well lubricated pussy. She cried out, the feelings so intense, and began fucking herself with the bottle with reckless abandon. “Oh, FUCK!!!!” she cried out, as an intense orgasm ripped through her. She removed the bottle from herself with a wet sucking sound, and lay there, breathing heavily.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the bathroom door. “Sarah, are you ok?!?”

“Oh shit,” Sarah thought. “How will I EVER explain this to my roommate?”

Sarah began to panic as her roommate, Claire, knocked again on the bathroom door. “Sarah, sweetie, you ok? I heard, umm…noises.”

Staying as still as she could in the piss covered bathtub, she replied, “I’m fine! Really! Just, uh, cut myself shaving. Ouchie!”

“Well…ok,” Claire said, “As long as you’re ok. I’m off to bed. I’m soooo tired. Brunch at Cora’s tomorrow?”

“Sounds good.” Sarah returned, with a silent sigh of relief, “‘Night, Claire.”

“Good night!” came the reply.

Sarah carefully put the wine bottle on the bathroom floor, and stood up carefully in the tub. She looked down to see the last of her pee flow down the drain. “What was I doing?” Sarah thought to herself, turning the shower on to clean herself off. She took a longer than normal shower, because somehow she didn’t feel clean, no matter how much soap she used. She gave up, dried herself off, and went to bed.

The next morning, as planned, Sarah and Claire headed off to brunch at their favorite breakfast nook, Cora’s. They placed their order, and Sarah took a sip of her coffee.

“Damn, they make good coffee here.” Sarah said, “Why are you back, anyways, Claire? I thought you were going to be in New Brunswick with your boyfriend for the week?”

Claire burst into tears, “It’s over between us!” she sobbed, “I fly to fucking New Brunswick to surprise him for his birthday, and what do I walk in to see?” Claire was no longer crying, in fact, an angry flush started to spread across her cheeks. “There he was, in his bedroom, getting a blowjob!”

“No!” Sarah exclaimed, “He was with another woman?! The pig!”

“Even worse,” Claire fumed, “It was my fucking BROTHER!”

“Holy shit!” Sarah exclaimed, turning heads from surrounding tables. “Holy shit,” Sarah said, her voice barely a whisper, “What did you do?”

“What else could I do?” Claire replied, “I kicked my brother in the balls, slapped Chris in the face, and left. That’s why I was home so early, and caught you….shaving.”

Sarah felt her face go red as she tried to assure Claire that’s exactly what happened.

“Puh-lease!” Claire said, “We’ve lived together for 3 years now. If that was you shaving, then you shave a lot when you have guys over, too.”

Sarah was horrified. “Oh c’mon, don’t be so upset!” Claire said. “I masturbate all the time, probably even more now that I’m single!”

“Do we have to have this conversation here?” Sarah pleaded, her face still beet red. “What if someone hears?”

“Fine.” Claire conceded, “We’ll talk later. Listen, let’s going shopping this afternoon, and go clubbing tonight.”

“Sure,” Sarah said, glad to be off the topic of last night, “but let’s just go for drinks. I’m not in the mood for picking up guys tonight, and you shouldn’t either, so soon.”

“Fine, drinks it is! Let’s go shopping for an outfit for tonight.” They exchanged small talk over their meal, and hit the downtown core.

“Holy crap, I’m so drunk!” Claire slurred, walking unsteadily back to the apartment at 3 a.m. with an equally unsteady Sarah beside her.

“Me too!” Sarah exclaimed, and burst into laughter. “That was so mush fun! We gotta do that more often.”

They stumbled down the quiet street, when Claire giggled and exclaimed, “Uh-oh!”

Sarah turned around and saw Claire, standing in the middle of the sidewalk with her legs spread wide, letting loose a torrent of piss. “I guess I got to pee!” Claire said in a low voice.

Sarah watched, half horrified, half amazed, as Claire lifted her skirt. Sarah saw the piss streaming through Claire’s panties, and felt her own pussy get wet. What happened next shocked Sarah. Claire started to moan as she started rubbing her pussy through the wet panties, while she was still pissing! Claire began breathing heavily as she rubbed her pussy through her panties, going faster, with more and more urgency. Sarah watched, and was amazed to find that she was unconsciously rubbing her own pussy, turned on by the whole spectacle. Claire had long finished pissing, but was still rubbing herself at a now furious pace, until Sarah saw an orgasm shudder through Claire’s body.

“Mmmm…much better.” Claire purred, pulling her skirt back down.

Claire walked over to Sarah, placed her wet hand in Sarah’s, and pulled her along towards their place.

Once inside, on the couch, Sarah finally asked, “Claire…What the FUCK was that about?”

“What’s wrong, Sarah?” Claire asked, surprised, “I know you liked it. I saw you rubbing your clit. I saw your wet panties. Besides,” Claire said conspiratorially, “Who do you thing put your wet clothes away last night?”

Sarah realized then that she had indeed left her piss sodden clothes in the front hall, but totally forgot about them when Claire came home.

“That’s right, sugar. I know your little secret. But here’s another one,” Claire murmured, “I like it too.”

Claire then did the unexpected. She leaned forward, and kissed Sarah softly on the lips. Sarah stiffened, unsure of this new and sudden development. But desire took over, and Sarah returned the kiss, softly, and then with more hunger. Sarah opened her mouth, and moved her tongue gently into Claire’s, where their tongues met, flicking slowly, playfully. Claire began to unbutton the blouse that Sarah was wearing, then proceeded to run her hands over Sarah’s breasts, eliciting an exited moan. Sarah began to peel Claire’s one piece dress off, desire speeding her actions. Claire had larger breasts than Sarah, in fact, much larger. Sarah began kissing Claire’s neck, nibbling gently. Sarah then began to move further down, and began kissing Claire’s 38 D breasts. Sarah traced Claire’s pink areola with her tongue, slowly moving towards her hardening nipples. Claire gasped as Sarah took her nipple into her mouth, sucking suddenly hard. As soon as she started, though, she stopped, and moved back up and started kissing Claire’s eager mouth.

Claire took the initiative then, moving her hand down to Sarah’s now soaked panties, and began to softly trace the outline of Sarah’s pussy lips. Sarah moaned in acquiescence and moved her hips with Claire’s hands, wishing she’d rub faster, harder. Sarah reached down and felt Claire’s wet pussy through her panties. She brought he wet hand up to her face and smelled the pungent urine still there from the street. Sarah stuck out her tongue and licked the mixture of piss and pussy juice from her fingers, relishing the tangy flavour.

“You like that?” Claire asked. Sarah moaned her assent. “Then you’ll love this.”

Claire lowered Sarah to the floor, and proceeded to take off her panties, and then straddled her head. Sarah looked up to see Claire’s hairless pussy inches from her face. Sarah’s tongue snaked out, licking the full, wet length of her bald slit. The same taste of piss and pussy juice was there, only stronger. “Here, baby.” Claire said, “Try this.”

A small trickle of urine began to flow from Claire, directly into Sarah’s eager mouth. Sarah began to lick feverishly, flicking her tongue over Claire’s clit, while allowing the golden flood to go down her throat. The stream slowed to mere drips, and Claire began to moan louder and louder, now grinding her pussy on Sarah’s mouth. Sarah began fingering her own pussy while servicing Claire’s, feeling her own orgasm building quickly. Claire cried out, and Sarah felt a rush of hot liquid gush from Claire’s pussy and into her mouth. She swallowed eagerly as she screamed out her own orgasm, the spasms racking her entire body.

Breathless, covered in piss, and sweaty, Claire and Sarah headed up to the shower to clean up. “Did you have fun, Sarah?” Claire asked, with a glint in her eye.

“Oh, God, yes.” Sarah said. “There’s only one problem with us showering now.”

“What’s that?” Claire asked.

“Simple,” Sarah said with an evil grin, “I’ve REALLY got to pee!”