Brutus

@David Jarrell and @Dr.P 

Thanks. I never intended to stay gone this long but days turn to months so fast. I was playing around with this one for a while with no intention to share, then kept adding to it and figured why not make a comeback here with it. I have a few more nearly done and hopefully I'll post them soon if I can figure out how to finish them.

Sister Irene

(A young man secretly observes the sounds and sights of one memorable woman.)

I grew up in a small town in Kentucky and went to a private school with Catholic origins. It didn't adhere to religion anymore but a few of the female teachers preferred to be addressed as sisters if they were religious. In 2014 when I was thirteen, I was introduced to Sister Irene, who also taught remedial English class on Saturdays. The first time we shook hands, I could smell cigarette smoke on her as she said in her assertive voice, “Hello there Seth, how are you this morning?” She was early forties, long brown curly hair with a hefty hourglass figure. Her usual attire was long skirts, either knee length or lower, heels and various tops that fully covered her large chest. Another standout feature was her eyes, blue but bold and gave her an abrasive look, especially with her dark eye shadow. She was strict, stern and allowed no excuses, unlike modern trends. I remember one time in her weekend class she was irritated at this kid, Ryan and stopped him mid-sentence to have someone else take over reading because he was having trouble. She was just blunt like that sometimes. Whenever her husband stopped by to help every so often I always wondered why he married her. She was hot but an unpleasant bitch most of the time.

So one Saturday toward the end of the school year my parents dropped me off at her English class early so they could attend some fundraiser. It was just me in the classroom. I came out to take a seat on the bench by the stairs and was playing my PSP until everyone else came. A few minutes later, I heard the hallway door open and Sister Irene's voice talking on her phone. Before she turned the corner where I was, her last words to the other person were, “Let me call you back I'm about to fucking piss myself.” I couldn't believe what I'd heard, two vulgar words from a lady that was always so well spoken. She came around the corner with her purse and book in hand, surprised to see me and asked why I was there early. I explained and apologized. As she walked into the class room to hang her coat and purse, I pretended I hadn't heard her and asked if she was okay since she seemed rushed. Heading back in my direction toward the restrooms, she ignored me and walked right past, head and eyes fixed straight ahead. As mentioned, she wasn't known for being nice, but that stung, plus I was still shocked at her foul language. She always presented herself so pristine.

The building was old and had the helpful acoustics typical of old thin walls. I still heard her heels after the door closed as she positioned herself and almost immediately made a loud hiss that lasted only an instant. There was silence for a few seconds, then she erupted like a faucet, more like a heavy rumbling echo than splashing into the toilet. Then that hissing started again as well and it became so loud, it was hard to believe she was behind a door. I also noticed changes in pressure. She had a rhythm of pushing hard, making that heavy sound, then easing off and allowing the hiss to be the primary sound. The force and amount of time she kept it going was simply unbelievable. I knew it had to be close to a full minute. When the noise stopped, she finally flushed and came out, without washing her hands. She walked right past me again without speaking, just a sigh of relief as she grabbed her phone and called back whoever she was talking to.

I was sitting there still in shock from both her language and the savage piss she'd just taken. Soon, the other kids were showing up. Before taking my seat, curiosity led me to sneak into the restroom. It was designated for staff but was usually unlocked when not in use and wasn't gender restricted, plus the hall guard wasn't there yet. When I went in, I was shocked again to see most of the seat covered in fresh pee. At that age it confused me, not knowing of the hover that women do and how wild their streams can get. I remember my eyes being glued to that toilet seat. To anyone else it would've been an annoying mess but to me it was the remains of the loudest peeing I'd ever heard and couldn't stop thinking about it all day. She probably knew I heard her on the phone, as she always seemed distant toward me after that. Sometimes she'd leave for the restroom during class while we were working but I never got to hear her again. The following year was my last before high school. I no longer had Sister Irene for any classes but anytime I saw her walking the halls, I felt something inside, something primitive. I thought about her often through high school, despite not seeing her anymore.

Years later in the summer of my graduation, I had the chance to see her again. My mom was on the school board and at her request, I volunteered to drive one of the school's vans when they took some of the younger kids to an evening campfire outing. Irene's husband usually drove but had passed from a stroke two years prior. When we arrived, I helped her set up tables and food and we had a nice chat. She remembered me but didn't seem to remember disliking me, or didn't care anymore. It was exciting being around her again. She was still hot, wearing a tight short-sleeve denim dress that was just above knee level, with brown hiking sandals. It was the first time I'd ever seen her wear something that showed her curves and legs so well. After helping set up I watched YouTube on my phone while the kids played and ate. It was a hot, boring evening for me, until things took one hell of a turn.

After the sun went down and the kids gathered around the campfire for marshmallows, I was trying to Facetime with a friend but the internet was shoddy. I started walking around the dark campground for a better spot and ended up behind an old wooden outhouse when the signal became strong enough. Right before I restarted the call, I heard Sister Irene's distinct cough as she approached. It seemed odd she'd chosen that one since there were new outhouses closer to where everyone else was but it was an exciting surprise to possibly listen to her again after so many years. I crept closer, put my ear to the rear wall of the outhouse and heard her step inside. When she closed the door, the thud caused a short piece of wood barely half an inch thick, to separate from the structure a bit, enough to see it had been nailed on to cover a small hole. Then I saw the dim light inside come on and moved closer. To my delight it offered a workable view inside once I placed my eye directly against it.

My heart was racing as I watched Sister Irene lift her dress, wearing only a tiny black thong. I can't describe how amazing it felt to see the naked curves and pale skin of her big ass with nothing but a string wedged deep inside. She pulled the sides down over her hips and it flung loose from her cheeks, stretched between her thighs while bending over into hovering position. Her legs were close, knees about three to four inches apart. I saw her ass spread open and a beefy set of pink labia, the left one larger than the right. They were smooth shaven but I could see a lush brown bush on her mound above. It all looked so inviting it made my stomach tingle. She struggled to get her flow started and as she pushed the first four times, her anus ballooned outward, enough to see it was long past its youthful tight shape. The fifth push produced a brief trickle, and then wow...did she explode into a raging golden cascade that was absolutely shocking. I knew from the first time hearing her that her streams had to be huge but actually seeing the size of it almost made me lose my damn mind. It split her labia apart and had to be at least two inches wide. I never imagined anyone could produce this kind of torrent. It made that hissing sound but it was more detailed being this close. I now heard nuances as it changed pitch with how hard she pushed. About ten seconds in, it stopped for a moment. When it started up again, it was the same pressure and split into two streams, with one going off course to the left, splashing the bare wood of the structure surrounding the toilet. They soon recombined into one leftward arch and she was completely missing the seat for a bit. I could see some of it running along the wall over the edge, down to the floor. The excitement had me shaking at this point.

She kept going a few seconds longer as it weakened, then a series of bursts, each time with her anus winking in and out. The final time, a quick fart escaped. She sighed a few times and pulled her thong up without wiping. What she did next was surprising and one of the hottest things I've ever seen, when she began to caress her ass, placing her hands on each cheek and slowly rubbing up and down. It was very sensual. She did this several times. I continued to watch as Irene let her dress down and leaned against the wall, lighting a cigarette.

Another surprise followed. After a few puffs, I heard footsteps approaching the outhouse and knocking at the door in distinct melody. When Irene opened the door, it was William, the school's new building maintenance guy. I'd met him a while back when my mom and I ran into him at the store. He was mid twenties, tall and skinny with tattoos, recently hired a few months prior. After he entered, they shared the cigarette while talking quietly until it was finished, then started making out. Now it made sense why she chose an outhouse so far away from everyone. They'd clearly planned this.

He unzipped his fly. She stood at his side with her body against his arm, reached into his pants and massaged him as they kept kissing. Soon she was tugging at his cock and pulled it out. Lucky guy, it looked like seven or eight inches and too thick to get her hand around fully. She squeezed hard enough to make the head swell, stroked a few times then held it steady as he started a clear stream. It was pretty strong but wasn't competing with what Irene just released. She slid her grip along his shaft until her finger and thumb were in the way of his stream, making it spray around a bit. After some twenty seconds, William was done and she shook his cock up and down quite a few times. I could hear her giggling as he became erect. She knelt down to his waist, licked her fingers of his pee and started sucking him. It was incredible seeing not only another layer of her kinkiness but also how skilled she was, using both hands and mouth to give a very loving blowjob. There are so many details burned into my memory. I remember the strong contours of her jawline, the slurping sounds and vein in her neck from how hard she was sucking, the red nail polish on her fingers, her moans.

A few minutes later, Irene stood upright and pulled her dress up. William pushed her back against the wall and lifted her right leg. The moment he entered her she made a noise, like a primal growl and twitched. He began to thrust slow and deep as she pressed her leg tight against his hip. I could also tell she was unbuttoning the top of her dress but the hole wasn't big enough for me to see much above their waists with them standing to the side. It was obvious she let her breasts out and I wish so bad I could've seen them. But as I watched them having sex over the next few minutes, of course my phone's ringtone went off. I'd never declined a call so fast. Luckily they hadn't heard it over their action. I rushed into my settings to silence everything and when I returned to the hole, he looked to have finished inside of her as they stood still catching their breath.

William stepped back and zipped his pants, with his cock still wet from Irene's arousal. They kissed again and he left. She stayed behind to have another cigarette. Before finishing, she lifted her dress back up, reached between her cheeks to pull her thong aside and hovered over the toilet again, legs open in wide stance. Her labia were now puffier and darker. Her asshole bulged and winked again as she tried to pee. Like before, nothing came out the first few times. Eventually, she produced another stream, very light but still with a hiss that again went left, running along her ass and thigh, wetting the wood beside the seat. As it flowed, her thighs started shaking and she moaned. Seemed it felt a little too good and I guess gave her a quick pee-gasm. After a few seconds, it straightened and was going down into the toilet. This time she lasted only about ten seconds and the pressure wasn't nearly intense as the first time but it was still amazing that she had more pee so soon.

When the flow stopped, she stayed in position, taking a few puffs of her cigarette and reaching between her legs to release its ashes into the toilet. As she did this, I saw William's leftovers begin coming out of her. She stood there letting it drain for a bit then tore off some tissue and wiped herself. There was more coming out but she either hadn't noticed or didn't care. She slid her thong in place right over the growing wetness and straightened her dress back down. After fluffing her hair, she dropped the cigarette in with the tissue and left the outhouse, heading back to the others. I went back to the van having completely forgotten about Facetime, almost in a trance rethinking what I'd seen. I felt a strange numbing arousal. She was helping the kids with marshmallows and I was thinking did she at least use hand sanitizer before doing so...because she definitely left the outhouse without using any.

Hearing Sister Irene use the words “fucking piss” when I was young was the first time I saw a bit of her true nature but it was a random old outhouse years later that showed me the woman she really is. It was a great highlight to my summer before heading off to college a month later. I now understood why her husband married her.

 

 

Extase de Paris

(An art student gets to have fun observing some artful peeing while traveling abroad)

 

Thoughts of Yvonne were all Ryan's mind had room for. He relaxed into the seat as the plane prepared to leave Paris. The university sponsored trip with his classmates to the infamous city introduced to them new people, culture, sights, food and a surprise experience beyond anyone's prediction. The third and final day of their stay was of overcast skies as they visited an art museum belonging to a wealthy friend of their professor. Converted from one of his mansions and due open to the public the next day, he granted them an exclusive tour. A few minutes after admiring the paintings and sculptures on display, he saw a stunning woman with a glass of wine appear and introduce herself as Yvonne, kissing their professor on the cheek. A well-kept, elegant woman of late forties with a long ponytail, wearing a tight black midi skirt, white blouse and high heels, she was a former model and wife of the owner. Privy to fine details since an early age, Ryan was more fond of her then anything the museum could offer. The curves of her body, no longer abused from the model's diet, were finally allowed to blossom into the feminine shape nature intended. Drawing him in further were her eyes, bright-gray and surrounded by black eye-shadow that radiated a tamed fire that he could feel hiding within her.

Yvonne showed the group around a bit, educating them about some of the art before inviting them outside to the patio. She told of her modeling days in the states and encouraged them to share their future aspirations with her over drinks and snacks while they waited for the other six students to arrive. Fifteen minutes later, she excused herself and Ryan wandered off on his own to revisit some of the paintings. “You like this one?” he heard from behind. As he turned around, Yvonne was strolling up to him, having refilled her wine glass. The expression on her face was neutral, leaving him unsure of her feelings. “Ye, yes ma'am I do like it,” he replied. “It's not a famous piece. A friend of ours did it right before he passed two years back. You remind me of him quite a bit, his name was Paul. He liked doing these landscape scenes. What's your name?”

“Ryan. I'm sorry to hear that. It is a beautiful painting.”

“It is. I love it. Well Ryan, we have some time. Since you admire this one, follow me upstairs, there is more of his work in storage. I think you'd appreciate it. My assistant can give your other classmates their tour.”

He complied and followed her, conflicted about how justified he was in feeling that her proposition was odd to some extent. The second floor was unattended and quiet as she led him around a few corners down the spacious hall, giving him time to admire her from behind. The clicking of her heels echoed around them as the sound of rainfall began. They entered a large room containing various art pieces. Yvonne told him she was going to use the restroom across the hall and come right back. Ryan observed the paintings, all of which were of busty women in sexual poses. Yvonne returned, too soon to have done her business. “Merde, I forgot the bathroom on this floor is being remodeled, I'll just go when we head back down,” she said while joining him, sipping her wine as Ryan looked around. She continued, “I think you understand now why I said you remind me of Paul. He liked breasts, same as you.” Rattled by her comment, Ryan asked why she would assume such, to which she replied, “You think I didn't notice you staring at my chest down there?” Having Yvonne confront him about his gaze caused a jolt through his body. He began to stumble through shame to apologize, only for her to chuckle and reassure him that she was used to being looked at.

As the rain grew stronger, they walked around looking at the paintings, with Yvonne revealing that each one was a woman from Paul's life. The first one, of a young petite blonde, showed her laying on her stomach, chin resting in palms, on a bed fully nude with morning sunshine highlighting her backside.

“This is Mary, his first love. Her family didn't approve of their romance and drove them apart.”

The next was of a curvy woman with thick brown hair, seated on the edge of a table with her legs spread, shaved pussy in plain view, with arms raised, ruffling her thick curls and smiling.

“This is Danielle, his ex-wife and mother of his two daughters. He did this early in their relationship. She divorced him years ago, 2012 I think. He was never the same after that. He drank himself to death but the heartbreak of losing her is what really killed him.”

Following two more paintings of other women from his past in less explicit rendition, they arrived at one with a unique story. It was of a slim woman in high heels shown from behind standing in wide stance and looking to the side, her face covered down to the lips by the shadow of the fancy hat she wore, while fully nude. “And her,” asked Ryan.

“This here...is Justine. They dated briefly after his divorce.”

“You don't seem fond of her.”

“After her and Paul split, my husband Arthur took quite the liking to her. They had eyes on each other the first time they met. When I found out they were sleeping together, I threatened to expose some things about his business that he doesn't want the world knowing about. She was gone after that.”

“Whoa. I like how you handled it, stern but graceful.”

“Oh it wasn't all graceful, I had a knife to his throat when I threatened him.”

“A knife?! Holy shit.”

“Haha, anyway, you know what Ryan, I trust you. Here's a little secret about this painting between me and you. After a few drinks one night, Paul told me the original version was identical but with her peeing and that he sometimes held her from behind while she peed and that he tasted it. Oh how he begged me to keep that to myself after he sobered up.”

“What?! Did...did you ever see that one?”

“No. Why, does that interest you, seeing a woman pee?”

“Well no, no I just, was curious since you know, there's so many erotic pieces in here. I just figured it's in here as well.”

“Uh huh...Anyway, when he told me that, I said that version would've at least distracted from her bad posture. Her legs aren't straight enough, back not arched in enough. I did that pose countless times. I know when a girl isn't doing it right, not that she was a model but still I can see how much better it can be, how much more power it can have.”

“Well, would you be willing to show a young man how a professional does it?”

Yvonne laughed and took the final sip of her wine. With her inhibitions lowered just enough to entertain the idea, she handed Ryan the glass and stood a few feet in front of the painting, mimicking Justine's pose. The rain continued to pour down heavy. She looked back at him and lowered her eye brows in a seductive stare. Years of modeling experience honed to an instinct resurfaced like the flip of a switch. “How is this,” she asked. Ryan replied, “Good!” Enjoying the return to her younger self, she stood in a wider stance and pushed her backside further out. She then lifted the left side of her skirt to knee level with one hand and fluffed her hair with the other while still holding eye-contact with him. Ryan admired every inch of her, no longer ashamed, given the change in her behavior. The energy radiating from her made him understand what she meant about the power of doing a pose properly. “Wow. That's perfect. You definitely look better than Justine.” Yvonne's next question took him by surprise, despite how close the situation had already come to crossing a line.

“Would I still look better than her if I were peeing?”

“I can't judge what I can't see.”

As he stood nervous from the growing intensity, she stared at him briefly then pulled her skirt higher, above her waist. The sight of her thighs and ass, with only a white thong wedged within, elevated Ryan to a new level of arousal. Her body seemed age-resistant, each cheek smooth and plump to nearly perfect shape even for a woman half her years. His skin flushed, then a moment later, a yellow trickle began falling through her underwear and pooling between her feet on the wood floor. Her excitement was apparent as she continued to pee with a more forceful stream. The look on Ryan's face was plenty reassurance that she wasn't the only one enjoying it. With one hand, she moved her thong aside. The moment her pussy was free from the fabric, her stream grew with pressure as each second passed. Before long, the sound of hissing became audible over the rainfall. The insides of her thighs soon were wet as the flow of pee continued to spray harder. Yvonne now had a wine-fueled gush of a torrent flooding the floor. Still looking at him, her smile turned to laughter, overcome by the arousal from such intense relief and indulging her hidden exhibitionist urges. With her puddle having spread far enough to touch his shoe, Ryan felt compelled to make a bold move. He approached and pressed into her from behind, putting his hands around her stomach. She embraced his touch and his erection poking her as her messy flow stopped. With his mouth at her ear, he asked,

“You think this is how Paul held Justine?”

“Mmm, I think it could've been.”

“What do you think he said to her while he held her?”

“I get the feeling there wasn't much being said at this point, especially after she finished.”

“So are you finished?”

Yvonne guided his hands to her crotch and pulled up on her labia. She pushed hard, releasing a noisy pressurized gush straight forward that struck the painting of Justine. “Yes, again!” he said to her. She took a breath and pushed, blasting it once more, directly on Justine's face. A large spatter covered the portrait of Paul's beloved at all four corners, trailing down and spilling from the easel. She turned around in his arms and replied, “Now I'm finished.”

The kiss that followed was enraged with passion. Ryan made his way down and teased Yvonne by licking the pee from her legs and ankles in a slow and soft manner that drove her mad. He slid her thong off and gave her pussy a level of oral pleasure she forgot existed, good enough that she would've done anything for more. He was addicted to the sweetness of her aroma and taste of pee that remained on her labia, swollen pink with arousal. She struggled to keep her breath under the pleasure. A minute later, an orgasm stronger than she'd felt in years was building right as Ryan stood up and unzipped his pants. He carried her to the desk at the side of the room. She locked her legs around his waist. She twitched and nearly came the moment he penetrated. He slowly pushed deeper, trying to control his own climax. Then he pulled back and thrust in again. Barely two minutes in, Yvonne gasped. Her eyes rolled back, body stiffened as the orgasm took over. Ryan felt her walls tighten around his shaft as she made primitive moans. With a few more thrusts, he joined her in release.

Thunder accompanied the heavy rain as they regained composure and prepared to return to the others on the first floor. Ryan picked up Yvonne's underwear and handed it to her. She responded, “Keep it, I hate them anyway.” As hot as he found her refusal to wear them, even more of a turn on was the nonchalant manner in which she stepped in her pee puddle on her way to the door. Before she opened it to leave, he asked her the question that was eating at him since she told him the intimate stories behind Paul's paintings.

“Yvonne. Were you and Paul...”

A master of ambiguity, she smiled and replied, “Well, aren't you imaginative.” Back on the first floor, she was smooth when inserting herself back into the social scene, interacting with guests like nothing happened. The rest of his classmates were finishing their tour and it was soon time to leave. With goodbyes exchanged, they all left for the airport to board the plane. The other students chatted about the sights they saw as the engines started up. Thoughts of Yvonne were all Ryan's mind had room for.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As the title says, this woman used my bathroom and I heard everything!

So today I had my furnace serviced for the year. Instead of the usual beefy middle aged guys I've gotten over the years, I opened my front door and was met by a woman in tight blue cargo pants, black boots and light blue shirt holding her tool bag. She looked to be about 40, blonde hair in a ponytail, around 5 foot 8, thick curvy shape. She had a raspy voice and the rough looking face typical of heavy drinkers and smokers. I liked her rugged look and found her to be very attractive. She was nice, energetic, and talkative as I led her down to my furnace. She started taking parts off and looking at everything. I stood there at the bottom of the steps and answered her questions. While she was working, she bent over deeply and what an incredible view of her ass that was. Her pants were tight enough that I could see she clearly had no panty lines.

After a few minutes of talking to her I went up to the kitchen to have a seat and wait. As I was sitting, she took a short phone call from another technician and I was amused at her foul mouth as she used the f word a lot. After a while she came up and went out to her van for supplies. When she came back, the real magic began when she apologized and asked if she could use my bathroom, saying her coffee had run through her. I really wasn't expecting it and almost died from the excitement as I said sure and pointed her to my bathroom, directly attached to my kitchen, no more than 6 feet from where I was seated. She hurried in and that alone told me it was going to be good and holy shit it was... Before she closed the door, I acted like I was walking into the next room so she wouldn't think I was still sitting right outside. When she closed the door, I heard her lift the toilet seat up like guys typically do, which makes sense since it's visibly crooked a bit because it needs tightened back down. The key thing is that she hovered because of this. Almost immediately after I heard the seat go up, she made an unbelievable power stream that even I wasn't expecting. I knew it would be strong but when she started, it still shook my nerves hearing how much pressure was behind it. No one has ever made that much noise in my bathroom. I could've easily heard her on the other side of the house. It was a beautiful combo of LOUD forceful hissing and deep roaring flood in the toilet. She wasn't holding back and pushed it out with no shame. It went on for a long time before she stopped, then started again for a good while longer at the same pressure. Seemed somewhere around 25 seconds total.

I heard her put the seat back down and flush, then she came out, didn't wash her hands. She sighed in relief as she opened the door, then thanked me and went back down to the furnace. I stood in shock trying to calm my heart rate. I went in and checked and you could tell a woman had used it just from the smell around the toilet. It was unmistakable. I could tell she also did not wipe because my fresh roll of tissue hadn't been opened. Best part, I lifted the seat back up and it was wet with her drips on most of the perimeter, so she either started messy before it straightened or she had a second stream spray upward briefly. If her full flow had been at that angle it would've been a huge mess everywhere. She also splashed a bit on the back of my toilet under the seat, it was hard to see with my rather dim lighting in there but she must've known that would happen, thus her decision to lift the seat in the first place. When I saw all of this, I could've cried it was so hot, knowing she pissed with the pressure of a wild animal, hovered, splashed and didn't wipe! I left her drips right where they were.

She finished tuning up my furnace about 20 minutes later and came up. I paid her, she thanked me again, saying that she would've peed on herself soon if I hadn't let her use my bathroom. I was just trying to not let on how happy I was that she used it as I walked her out.

 

 

 

I heard 2 incredible pissers, one of them being one of the most awesome looking women I've ever been in the presence of...

So earlier today I took my car in to the dealership for service. It's a big professional looking place with sales people on one end and the garage where mechanics work on the other side. I drove my car in and the woman that greeted me (not one of the peeing women) took the key and walked over to get mileage information and put a service number card inside. Pretty, mid 20's blonde, about 5'5''. I followed her to answer a few questions, allowing me to see her body which was great, more on the petite side. She had on black leggings, sneakers and tucked t shirt and of course the leggings were super tight and showed the full shape of her ass. It was nice rounded shape, hard not to admire and visible thong line when she bent over to get in the car. More on her at the end.

I went into the big waiting room where there are sofas, TV and vending machines. Maybe 10 minutes later, I see a woman walk in that was so striking she made my blood pressure shoot up instantly. Simply put, she was an amazon beauty, easily 6 feet tall, brunette, hourglass shape, nice round hips, thick legs. Looked around 30ish, pretty angelic face, hair in a ponytail and she was wearing tight tan colored shorts that just barely covered her ass, sandals and black sleeveless button down shirt tucked in. She sat across from me and it was hard not to peek at her. She soon stood up to walk over to a vending machine, allowing a perfect line of sight to her backside. She has one of those big meaty asses that wiggle with each step, just a delight to see. A few minutes later, I went over to the coffee brewer and the pot was empty. I asked the receptionist and she started some more, then I took a seat at one of the nearby tables, which happen to be less than 10 feet away from the restrooms. Sure enough, while I sat waiting for the coffee to brew, the tall hottie headed into the women's room and I was eager to hear what she could do. She turned loose a heavy dominating stream. I didn't notice any hiss, nor did she seem desperate but was seemed to be letting it flow without really pushing at first. Still it had weight to it and sounded massive, indicative of a large urethra opening that easily allows a thick stream to pass. This went on for a long time, close to a minute of her steady stream pounding the water. In the final few seconds, it tapered off and all was silent, then she exploded into a much stronger final burst that lasted about 5 seconds. It sounded insane when she did that, just a savage hard gush. She definitely has a huge bladder and pees big like you'd suspect a woman of such large stature can and I absolutely loved it! As the coffee was finishing up, she flushed and came out. Didn't wash her hands.

I stayed sitting at the table in case any other women stopped in, though it was early morning and not many people around yet. I got lucky again about twenty minutes later when I saw the saleswoman that sold me my car a few years ago head in! This was great because I remember admiring her that day and she went to the restroom while I was signing paperwork but I didn't get to hear her. She looks late 40's, curly brown hair, average height and build, with exceptional legs, some of the sexiest calves I've seen. She had on a tight black skirt just above knee level, high heels, blue shirt and black business jacket. She hurried in with a brisk walk so I knew this was going to be good. I heard the stall door clang in her rush and she quickly burst open with an awesome screeching hiss of a stream, in the league of some of the loudest hissers I've heard. Strong and steady for the first few seconds, then a brief pause, thunderous fart as she started her flow again. 4 more pauses, each gush lasting about 4 - 5 seconds, the 2^nd and 3^rd were the loudest and sounded like she was pushing with everything she had. Had me tingling with excitement just as the first woman did. Overall about 20 - 25 seconds peeing. I heard the tissue dispenser as she pulled some off, (which made me think that I didn't hear the previous one doing that so she likely didn't wipe) then she flushed, came out and headed for the fresh coffee right next to me, smiling and saying hello. She didn't remember me but it was really a thrill to be that close to her after hearing what she just did. Like the other woman, she also didn't wash her hands and was touching the pot and everything. Both women were very strong pissers in their unique ways but the tall one in the shorts still wins to me for her astounding bladder capacity.

Now back to the young blonde from the beginning that took my key, I didn't hear her pee but when they were done and she came to give me a report about a noise I asked them to look into, she said that she joined the mechanic as he drove it for a ride on the highway to hear the noise. After paying and getting in my car to leave, I noticed the smell of her perfume. Then as I reached over to the glove box to store the service receipt, I caught a different smell and sure enough when I leaned down close to the passenger seat, she'd left the funky scent of her pussy on the leather upholstery. It was pretty strong so that was a nice ending to all of this.

Jamie's Story

(Early experiences lead to admiration of pee, then culminates one lucky night when an unusable toilet requires an improvised solution and brings with it some memorable moments.)

 

For me, the seed for my pee fetish was planted early. My Uncle Pete used to babysit me sometimes since my mom worked a lot. When I was about 7, he started dating his girlfriend, Jennifer. She was early 30's, gorgeous, long brown hair with blue eyes, around 5 foot 8 and stacked in all the right places. I had a huge crush on her, even though she never seemed very fond of me for whatever reason, but she was the first woman I saw naked. My uncle picked me up from school one day and drove me to his house to hang out for a few hours until my mom picked me up after work. I went up to the guest room to drop my backpack like always. When I walked past his bedroom, the door was open a few inches and I heard slight snoring. I figured it was Jennifer and crept closer, hoping to just get a laugh at her but when I pushed the door in a little, she was laying there in nothing but a nightgown that had slid up too much. Her legs were spread wide open and just like that, I'd seen my first pussy. I had no clue about female anatomy and stood there staring at this big pink slit with a monster of a bush around it. It was a scary feeling to see it but I couldn't stop looking.

I went to the guest room and sat there feeling nervous and confused about this weird nasty looking hole between her legs. She soon awakened and went to the bathroom down the hall and started peeing really hard. I'd heard my mom making the same hissing noise in the bathroom before but not as loud as Jennifer. The sound of a woman peeing wasn't meaningful at that age but hearing Jennifer gushing like that after what I'd just seen, it sort of became associated with the forbidden. What lied between a woman's legs was something I shouldn't have seen and their piss was now something I shouldn't hear. That's how my mind handled it at the time. I came to find out over the years that she always peed like that, loud and hard. When puberty started, it was as if my admiration of hairy pussy and pee were queued and waiting for me to come aboard. Spending time at my uncle's house was one of my favorite things to do, not only to admire her incredible body but for the times I got to hear her having a piss. A few times, I had the opportunity to smell her underwear and that was a whole new level, especially when her juices were still wet in the fabric. It drove me crazy.

Now onto her sister, Natty. She's 2 years younger, a little taller and just as hot, same killer curves, big chest and all. She lived out of state and visited every year but one summer when she came...well, things got interesting. I was 16 at this point, she was 39 and still hot as ever. She'd come over to our house with Jennifer and Uncle Pete for dinner. As soon as they came inside, I saw the big camel toe in her tight denim shorts. I'd noticed for years that she seemed to be a big lady down there just like her sister, maybe more so. She smiled and pulled me in for a hug like she always did, smashing her big chest into me, but this time saying how handsome and manly I'd become since she last saw me. It's a powerful experience at that age to feel an attractive grown woman giving flirty vibes. My mom joked for her to get her eyes off me and everyone laughed. She had a very different demeanor than Jennifer, a flirt with a lovable embracing personality. Another sexy thing I remember is her body scent that day. It was a hot and humid summer and her perfume was still present but with her natural sweaty musk. It wasn't off-putting but just enough to notice when hugging and I found it very pleasant.

So a few hours later, we were all finishing a nice dinner when I went upstairs to the bathroom and saw that the toilet water looked lower than usual. It wouldn't flush and turned out to be backed up and we had to call a plumber at seven in the evening. He took an hour to arrive and another two to fix the septic tank. During that time, my uncle and I just went out to the backyard to pee but the women weren't keen on that. Luckily I was quick with my thinking and suggested they use empty water bottles in another room and that I would dispose of them in the toilet after the plumber was done. I'm sure the beer they drank helped them all agree to it and I was super excited about soon having Jennifer and Natty's pee filled bottles to myself. My mom designated my brother's room for privacy since he was out at a friend's house that night. She took a bottle up with her and came back down a minute later, saying she left it in my room.

I told them I was going to play some video games and went upstairs to wait for the other two. It seemed to take forever but eventually, Jennifer came up and walked past my room to my brother's with a bottle in her hand. I crept up to the door and heard that loud hissing stream of hers reverberating in the bottle as it quickly filled. I went back to my room and she came out, laughing that she almost overfilled the bottle as she handed it to me. It was warm and filled to the brim with a slight yellow tone. She went down and I immediately took the cap off and inhaled her piss. It had a strong aroma and a touch of alcohol with it. The smell of her pussy was on the opening where she'd pressed it against herself, that same smell I remembered from her thongs! I sat there inhaling like an addict.

Not long after that, I heard Natty coming upstairs in her flip flops, sighing in discomfort. As she rushed past, Jennifer yelled up to her that she'd need another bottle and called for me to come get one for her. She handed me one at the bottom of the steps and I hurried back and went to the door to listen. Her piss sounded fucking insane, a heavy focused stream blasting into the bottle. I heard a few more sighs, it's so sexy to hear a woman enjoying the feeling of peeing. I knocked after it was quiet and said I had another bottle. Then the shock of a lifetime happened when the door opened a moment later. Natty handed me the one she'd filled. Her hand was in her crotch, shorts still just above her knees, with a tiny thong resting inside and soiled with discharge. As we exchanged bottles, I saw splashes of pee on her thigh. She was too desperate to close the door before giving me a peek. When she moved her hand, I saw just how dead on my suspicions were. She shoved the bottle against her pussy while turning sideways and the entire tip disappeared as her puffy wet labia wrapped around it. Everything was shaved so it was easy to see. I saw her stream burst into the bottle for a quick second before she shut the door. It all happened so fast and left me stunned as I walked back to my room, hearing her moaning in relief as she flooded the bottle.

When Natty walked in to leave the second one, I couldn't believe she'd completely filled it like the first. She smiled and said, “Well that was fuckin awkward.” I got really bold and told her I didn't mind what happened. She paused for a moment and I thought she was offended, then she said she didn't mind either and it was our secret. I'll never forget the seriousness in her eyes when she said it. On her way out of my room, she just happened to tug her shorts up at the waist and wedge them deeper into her ass before being out of my sight. Looking at the bottle, it was wet on the outside as some of her piss had missed the opening. I opened it and took a deep whiff, then noticed she'd left a coat of her thick juices all over the tip that was sliding down the side. Tasting it and both sisters pee was like achieving a new level of being, the most exciting thing I'd ever done. I took a break from them and checked my brothers room. Natty had splashed some piss on the floor. It wasn't much, barely noticeable but so damn sexy how she just left it there without a care in the world. As I wiped it up, I noticed she also got a few drips on his computer under his desk as well. Luckily it was fine but she'd definitely marked her territory in there. The plumber finished soon after. I dumped my mom's pee in the toilet but held onto Jennifer and Natty's for a few days.

When I graduated two years later, Natty flew in for another visit and definitely had her own celebration planned for me that required sneaking out late in the night. We met at a hotel in secret and the next two hours were magical, hands down the best sex I've ever had. I even got to eat her awesome pussy right after she peed!

 

Megan's Story

(Naughty pee action at work)

 

I've been the director of administration at my company's office for two years now and have a unique friendship with Lisa, our Human Resources supervisor and a hot one to say the least. We're both early thirties. Weirdly enough, we became acquainted hearing each other pee at work during her first week. One great thing about being bisexual and having a pee fetish is that I've enjoyed hearing women peeing in restrooms next to me since I was fifteen. When I pee, it's pretty loud and forceful but Lisa is one of the loudest I've heard. The first time we peed together in the restroom, we both stood at the sinks trying not to laugh at the insane streams we'd just produced. It was a bit awkward but then we both laughed and have been friendly ever since. Whenever we see each other heading to the restroom, we smile understanding there's about to be some serious noise made! She can go longer than me too, often still flooding while I'm coming out of the stall, even if she started before me. We've joked about the struggle of being able to pee more than most women. She's married but I do often wonder, does she have some curiosity? It seems as though she might at least enjoy her peeing abilities but she's reserved and careful to stay professional. I've certainly had steamy thoughts about her, especially when she wears short skirts and shows off those incredible legs!

Recently, things went to a whole new level between us and even I can't believe this actually happened. The board decided to eliminate a few roles at various sites due to automation and budget reasons. The result was that I had to lay off our benefits coordinator since our health insurance and pensions were changing. He'd been there for twenty years, way longer than me but honestly I never really liked him and didn't mind letting him go. The day I was going to call him into my office to break the news that he was no longer needed, I got pulled into a meeting and while I was there, he'd gone out to lunch and was involved in a traffic accident. By the time I was informed, it was after he'd been rushed to the hospital in critical condition. I called the company Vice President for how to proceed and she insisted that he was still to be terminated as planned. So I had Lisa draft up the termination letter and mail it to his house while he was in the hospital. Then there was just his office belongings to deal with, which we were going to have delivered to his house by a coworker.

So the following afternoon, I started packing up his things and of course was interrupted by another meeting with company executives. It was a few minutes past five o'clock when it finally ended and I was able to finish packing his stuff. Everyone was gone for the day. I was sitting in his chair emptying the desk drawers and found myself carelessly tossing his things into the cardboard box, not too concerned if something might break. When all was packed, there was just his jacket still hanging on the door hook. I laid it in the box, ready to close it up and head home for the weekend, when an idea came to mind. For some reason at that moment, I remembered seeing a movie years ago where a woman peed in someone's suitcase. I can't recall the name of it but it was so hot, with the camera panning down her legs over the case while a yellow stream trickled onto the clothes. All of the sudden, here was my chance to do my own version of that scene but could I actually go through with it? I closed the door and stood conflicted and staring at the jacket for a while as my heart thumped. Soon enough, the lure got the best of me and I lifted my skirt, then opened the jacket so the interior was facing up. I pulled my undies to the side and stood hunched over the box. It took a while for anything to happen, but eventually a little hissing squirt spilled onto the jacket. My nervousness made me tense up and nothing else came out. With a few deep breaths, I relaxed enough to restart my stream and it was a slow trickle, pretty much identical to the woman in the movie. Even though it wasn't flooding out of me like normal, my bladder was fairly full and I saw no reason not to fully empty myself. So for what had to be maybe two full minutes, I stood there and just let it flow all over the jacket and it was the most thrilling risky thing I'd ever done.

All was going according to plan until of course, the damn door opened while I was mid-stream and there was Lisa, gasping in shock seeing my bare ass. I felt sick to my stomach being caught and knew I'd just gotten myself fired at the very least. For whatever reason, she was still in the building and came over to see if any progress had been made clearing the office and there was me, taking a piss in it...Her mouth was dropped as I threw my skirt down and almost tripped, piss trailing down my leg and crippled with panic. I started stuttering through some incoherent words, when she told me to shut up and closed the door behind her. She looked down at the jacket, still processing what I'd done. After a tense moment of silence, I wanted to cry, then Lisa said, “My turn.” It didn't register in my scrambled brain until she smiled and started pulling her short tan skirt up right there in front of me. I couldn't believe it. The sight of her long, shapely legs being exposed was surreal. She wasn't wearing underwear and her pussy was so beautiful. I'd fantasized about what it looked like for two years and there it was, shaved bare, nice full pink labia that looked picture perfect.

She took the jacket from the box and laid it on the floor, then stood on the sleeves with her high heels and lowered into a squat. As if this all wasn't hot enough, now I could see down her shirt. Her bra was barely covering her breasts and a nipple slip was just one wrong move away! Unlike me, she had no hesitation to overcome and her piss immediately raged all over the jacket hard enough to splash the side of the desk nearby and the surrounding carpet. I even felt a few sprinkles on my feet. Her labia split out to the sides and fluttered like wings, giving her stream this beautiful spiral effect as it whipped around when she pushed full force. It was pretty messy and sprayed her inner thighs and shoes. The most impressive thing though, was how huge her stream was. I knew from how much noise she usually made that it had to be big but seeing it was still hard to believe. It seriously looked like something that only a faucet should be able to produce. I stood in awe at her capacity. She swayed her hips around to cover more of the jacket. We laughed, trying our best to keep our voices down. By the time Lisa finished, the jacket was beyond soaked, more like transformed into a piss sponge.

I told her to check the inside breast pocket for something to wipe with and sure enough, there was a handkerchief. She wiped her thighs and rubbed it all over her pussy several times, then put in back in the pocket. As we continued laughing, she stood upright, pulled her skirt back down, told me to have a nice weekend and hurried out. After a few minutes piecing myself back together from disbelief...and painful arousal, I picked the jacket up and let the pool of piss spill out so it would have a chance of drying over the weekend. I left it open and facing up so the smell wouldn't get too strong, then on the following Monday morning, put it in the box with the other items for a coworker to drop it off. It still smelled like piss a little but oh well. Later that morning, I ran into Lisa in the restroom and we both smiled at each other in passing. We haven't mentioned that day since it happened, but she's been flirty ever since. I'm really hoping that things are just beginning between us!

Vicky VanCum

(Toilet Peeing)

 

She'd been long retired from the adult film industry and found success as an entrepreneur but still remained Joe's favorite porn star. Now going by her real name, Vicky Henderson, he still saw her as Vicky VanCum, a beloved star during and after her career, with nearly fifty films from 1998 through 2012 in everything from gangbangs to lesbian to anal. Joe was always enamored of her. Not only did she strike his fancy as a statuesque, shapely blonde with a personality that contrasted with his quiet demeanor, but one small scene gripped him in a special way. Browsing one of the lesser-known sites as a teen in 2016, he came across some old forgotten footage of her arriving at a set needing to pee. The camera operator followed her to the bathroom from the street. She pulled her jeans down while teasing and hovered over the toilet. In a cruel stroke of luck, the audio cut out from that point and only a few muffled crackles could be heard. The stream itself also couldn't be seen, being that she was filmed from the front to get a cleavage shot while bent over. The camera operator had no interest in her peeing and continued to focus on her breasts and face as she talked to him. The clip ended as she was wiping and flushing after being in position for over forty seconds. The lack of attention to her peeing was frustrating, but still one of the most arousing things Joe had seen, despite most of it being a mystery.

A few years later, he came across a podcast one night on YouTube, with a discussion centered around the industry. The host was joined by three actresses, one of whom was the retired Vicky. By this time, she was an executive producer, in addition to running a real estate business. Joe enjoyed the two hour conversation, which covered a wide range of porn realities. To his delight however, was when their talk unexpectedly veered into peeing as one of the other women mentioned sometimes needing to go between scenes. Vicky described an occasion where she peed on her male costar in what was supposed to be a squirting orgasm scene. In her account, he couldn't maintain a full erection, which she found frustrating and decided to pee on him, knowing everyone would assume she was squirting. Amid their hysterical laughter, the host pried for who her costar was, but she wouldn't reveal his name. Banter on the subject continued, with Vicky eventually talking about her complications from an infection following a labiaplasty undergone the prior year. She explained that the infection caused a stricture in her urethra that led to some changes with peeing. The host then posed a few questions, with Vicky's answers giving Joe new ways to fantasize about her.

“Does that make it hurt?”

“Not usually. Like if I have to piss really bad and have been holding for a long time, then it can be a bit painful because I'm pushing hard and forcing a huge stream through a narrowed urethra. The worst part is that sometimes it sprays everywhere if I'm not sitting and you wouldn't believe how noisy it is! So I try to go before I'm bursting but that's not always possible. Luckily I have a big bladder so it's rare for me to get that desperate.”

“So if you run into a restroom and see some other woman kindly left her pee on the seat, you have to wipe it off so you can sit down.”

“Oh I didn't say that. In that case I squat and hover. Sometimes it goes where it's supposed to!”

Three months after hearing the podcast and now age nineteen, he was working on the maintenance crew of a large venue a few miles into the city. It was a common destination for big business events and seminars. He was finishing his shift one evening and received word of a high-profile guest that was scheduled on short notice for the following Monday afternoon. Asking around, he was surprised to learn that it was Vicky. She was touring the country to speak to women about entrepreneurship and would be one of the most notable guests they'd hosted. The woman that highlighted so much of Joe's fantasies would soon be within arms reach. Thoughts of meeting her raced through his mind.

On Monday morning, he found himself dealing with a problematic toilet in the men's restroom. The need for a plumber was obvious after an attempt to clear it with a plunger failed. Being that it was one of the staff restrooms with two stalls and not the larger one for public use, he knew that it wasn't an urgent issue. He placed an 'Out of Order' sign on the stall door and returned to the rush of setting up for the event, along with additional staff that were on hand. Five minutes before two o'clock as chatter from a sea of over one-hundred women enveloped the seminar room, he saw a black Bentley pull up at the side entrance. The rear door opened and there she was, stepping out in white strappy heels, wearing blue jeans, tight enough to look as though they were painted on, leaving nothing about the contours of her thick backside or thighs to imagination. The white ruffled blouse tucked in her jeans drew attention to her surgically enhanced breasts. The short bob hairstyle she'd recently changed to, with one side hanging lower, gave a stylish and appropriate appearance for a woman of mid-forties. Joe's pulse ramped up seeing the woman he'd watched in countless films walking straight toward him. A greeter welcomed her at the entrance and escorted her to the guest dressing room down the hall. A young male assistant carrying her bags followed close behind.

Joe snapped out of his starstruck state, having been less than ten feet from her as she walked past. A few minutes later, having returned to his current task of positioning pamphlets on a table in the hall for the guests, he noticed Vicky exiting the guest room and heading toward the rear of the building. He knew she was likely on her way to the staff restroom and felt ravenous to capitalize on the possibility of hearing her. Leaving the unorganized stack of pamphlets on the table, he walked back to the area, knowing he could go into the supply cabinet close by to pretend he was looking for something. The door of the women's room was closing behind her as he approached. He opened the cabinet and stood still as she instantly turned loose a loud belting hiss that dwarfed all others in his memory. Several seconds in, the noise stopped briefly, returning with more force and louder to the point of spine-tingling shock as it advanced to the peak of its pressure. The rush of hearing her in such primal dominance was invigorating, requiring deep breaths for Joe to stay calm as her torrent continued. Following a few more pauses and restarts, she flushed and came out, with a shameless long-winded sigh of relief while returning to the guest room.

Lance, Joe's supervisor, called him and asked why the table wasn't done. He returned to continue laying out the pamphlets, still stunned by what he'd just heard. Upon finishing the table, he headed into the public men's room close by to splash water on his face and get his hot nerves under control. Composure returned soon enough, but curiosity about the condition Vicky left the toilet in wouldn't relent. Exiting the restroom with intent to make his way back and have a peek, he was intercepted by Lance, agitated and instructing to follow him to assist the sound crew with audio equipment issues. The task took ten minutes before he could get away. Making his way back to the staff restrooms, he heard several female voices inside and gave up, accepting that too much time had passed regardless and the opportunity was gone. He walked away with regret, but still satisfied at the great fortune of being in the presence of his favorite porn star, having heard her pee with unrivaled power. Now standing in the rear of the crowded seminar room against the wall, Joe looked on as Vicky came out and opened with the perfect ice-breaker.

“So, who among you ladies thought you'd one day be getting business advice from a 44 year-old ex porn star with the word 'cum' in her name?!”

The audience laughed. Fearless and seeming to be a natural at public speaking, her confidence was magnetic through witty remarks and the life wisdom learned working in the adult film industry. She was not ashamed of her past, but proud of it and the financial freedom it afforded to launch her real estate business. In addition to enjoying the energetic lecture, Joe noticed her sipping a bottle of water throughout. The possibility of hearing her pee again after the seminar kept him on edge, as she would certainly need to. After an hour, she was finished and took questions from the audience for another fifteen minutes. Vicky then thanked everyone for coming and said goodbye. Joe was off to the staff restroom area once more, planning to again use the supply cabinet as cover.

His plan was complicated by Aaron, the other maintenance guy moving between the cabinet and women's staff restroom while servicing it. He continued into the men's room across the hall to wait for Aaron to leave, instead of turning back in defeat for a second time. Once inside, he figured it was a good moment to try again at fixing the unusable toilet he'd placed the 'Out of Order' sign on earlier that morning. As he began pushing the plunger into the bowl, he noticed the distant sound of high heels hurrying down the hall and stood silent with focused ears. The footsteps grew louder and the men's room door opened, with Vicky asking, “Anyone in here?” Joe knew she must've come over only to see the women's room being serviced and strolled across the hall in desperation. He remained silent, confident since the stall doors swung shut on their own and that she'd logically assume no one was inside due to his sign. Sure enough, she rushed in without worry.

Joe's heart surged at the disbelief of what was unfolding right next to him. He had enough mind to start his phone's sound recorder as Vicky latched the door and pulled her jeans down with urgency. She exclaimed in a sigh of painful exertion as a volatile cracking hiss ripped out, full pressure from the outset. The intense reverb of the sharp sound seemed to redefine women's capabilities as her stream powered on until stopping a few moments in. She moaned in the discomfort of another push, again producing the piercing noise of voiding at her urethral opening, this time accompanied by a distinct change from a heavy flooding sound inside the toilet to one of splattering. Joe soon noticed wetness spreading into his stall along the channels of the floor tiles. The proof of her stream behaving as she claimed brought a feeling of warm and gripping stimulation to his body. Her loud cascade flowed uninterrupted long enough for him to take six deep breaths without fear of being heard. She stopped again, moaning and taking a few breaths of her own before restarting the screaming gush at full pressure, still seeming to spray in uncontrolled fashion. The stream soon weakened and broke into a series of short bursting hisses. She exhaled in satisfaction and without wiping, pulled her jeans up and made a brisk exit, leaving her natural brew resting in the toilet. Joe listened to the steps of her heels fading down the hallway as the main door crept shut.

Stopping the recording, he stepped into Vicky's stall to her lingering fragrance and the thorough disaster she reigned down. It was beyond anything he imagined, for every inch of the toilet seat and much of the floor close by were covered in the grandest mess he'd witnessed. He then noticed a pattern of splashes on the partition wall above where her pee crept into his stall. Closer inspection revealed additional spray that arched upward along the wall more than a foot above the toilet and spread out wider than the width of it. After admiring the scene and slight golden hue of the toilet water with foam still settling, Joe took a few pictures and returned to help clean up with the rest of the staff. While doing so he saw Vicky exiting the guest room with her assistant following and knew it was his last chance to meet her. She stopped and smiled at attention upon hearing him call her name, as he approached asking for a handshake and picture. She shook his hand as he complimented the seminar and mentioned loving her films.

“Hi! That's so sweet, thank you, I love meeting fans! What's your name?”

“Joe!”

She extended an arm around him and smiled for the camera. He turned inward slightly while holding out his phone, feeling her large chest against his side. The contact with her tall curvy figure and energetic aura was intoxicating. With the picture taken, she said goodbye.

“Well, it was nice meeting you! Take care!”

Joe stood there and watched her walk out of the building, feeling like the universe handpicked him that day for good fortune. Back home later that evening, her fragrance was still on his shirt as he listened to the recording. Never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined that an old video of Vicky VanCum peeing, without much to be seen or heard, was the start of such a miraculous journey.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(Naughty peeing involving a teacher and her former student)

This is the follow up to Alan's story, linked below in case you missed it or don't recall. Here the story is first retold from Mrs. Davis's perspective and then transitions into part 2. Special thanks to @miniskirtpisser, who encouraged me to write this and provided ideas that have been incorporated.

 

Mrs. Davis's Story

 

I could've died the day one of my students, Alan, said the most chilling words to me on the last day of school years ago. He knew I peed in his room two years prior and even mentioned the piercing I have down below. It was a terrible collision of nausea, embarrassment and panic running through me from a night I'd long forgotten about and locked away in the past. I couldn't move as he strolled out of my classroom after handing in his final exam.

Let me start from the beginning...

I've lived a double life since I was a teen. There's the version everyone knows as a respected school teacher. Then there's the real me, the version that appears on PornHub, with dozens of videos of myself peeing in various places, mostly in public, the version I was always ashamed of. One of my most popular videos shows me peeing on a new set of kitchen towels that were gifted to my sister in-law, that bitch. In another one, I peed all over a sofa cushion at a furniture store and some kid sat on my wet spot right after. I never show my face of course but it's a thrill I can't get enough of, whether I'm recording or not. Twenty-five years I've had this kink and have never told a single person so you can imagine how my world collapsed when my own damn student of all people, identified me for what I am, to my face. I imagined ways he could've known but none made much sense and it didn't matter much at that point. He knew and it sickened me.

It was my first year teaching at the high school level after twelve years at junior high. Alan was in my Algebra class and failing exams, so his father, Frank came to meet with me one evening to discuss what his son's issue was. Eventually the conversation took a subtle flirty tone and we could sense there was an attraction between us. I was married, but my husband and I weren't close and hadn't been for a long time, which became more apparent after our daughter went off to college. My personal unhappiness caused me to get frustrated with Alan when I shouldn't have. Talking with Frank that night was such a nice change and made me forget about my broken marriage. After we spoke, I offered to let Alan retake the most recent exam. Frank gave me his number in case I had any more concerns. I started updating him about Alan's progress and the conversations soon moved beyond that. We texted daily. It was a rush that I became addicted to. When the end of the school year came around, he asked if we could meet up again. I invited him to my classroom after hours and that time we had coffee and a fun chat. I was reminded what it's like to have someone be into me. The sexual tension was undeniable. We went back to his house after he assured me that Alan was out with friends to a movie all night and we had the place to ourselves.

When we arrived, I had to pee really bad and there wasn't any toilet tissue. Frank said to grab some from Alan's room so I didn't have to wait for him to get the new rolls that were still in his truck. So now I'm in my former student's bedroom with my skirt up, ass out, no underwear, pee on my leg and looking for the tissue box. Of course it was also empty. At this point I was frustrated and just reached inside his clothes drawer, grabbed a sock to wipe myself with and tossed it back inside so we could get down to business.

After sex, we cuddled for a while until I had to pee again. I got up and took my phone with me back to Alan's room with one of my more depraved pee ideas in mind. I realized what a great opportunity I had, to piss in the room of a former student. That was a once in a lifetime thrill that I simply couldn't pass. Frank was half-asleep and I had no eyes on me. I grabbed another sock from Alan's drawer, squatted down in the corner and recorded myself taking a piss right on his carpet. There were some shoes close by and I shifted over a bit to make my stream soak them. Then it got stronger and arched up and splashed a big speaker in the corner. My pee was spraying hard against the metal grill while Frank's cum dripped out of me. It was an awesome rush and such a great way to end the night. After that, Frank walked me out and I went home. That was the only time we hooked up because I soon realized it wasn't worth my marriage. Frank understood. I uploaded the recording and moved on with life. Two years later, Alan confronted me on that last day of his senior year. My secret double life was exposed. I took the video down and stopped uploading to my channel, fearing that he would expose me. After two more years, William and I finally decided to end the marriage.

A few months after the divorce was finalized, I was sitting at home reading a book one day when I got a Facebook message from Alan, who was in college at that point. I didn't know what to think but he talked about how much he'd thought about me over the years, apologized about throwing my secret in my face that day and asked how I was doing. I debated responding for a while but eventually did, and found myself messaging with him for the next few weeks. There was always this awkwardness for me because of my peeing stunt in his room but I was at a point where I didn't care much anymore and was enjoying the distraction. He eventually offered to talk about it, telling me he'd explain how he knew if I explained why I did it. I was hesitant but decided to invite Alan over for a friendly dinner so we could speak in person.

On the next Friday evening, I opened my door to my former student, the son of the man I had an affair with, nothing weird about that at all... We hugged and had a nice pasta dinner while catching up on each others lives, still avoiding the hot topic. It honestly felt nice to have someone to talk to other than my two girlfriends. After dinner, we moved to the family room sofa and finally dove into it. He explained that he was hiding inside his closet the entire time that night and saw me do everything, even sneaking out to catch a glimpse of my breasts when I was having sex with his father. He explained being deeply aroused by what I did, and often thinking about me. I can't begin to express my relief, not only to know how he saw me, but also that he wasn't disgusted, and in fact enjoyed it. He asked if I had peed in other forbidden places. It was a thousand pounds lifted from my shoulders that I forgot was there and it instantly put me in a better mood. For the first time ever, I was excited to talk about my dirty side, the real me!

I told Alan of the time I peed in another teachers desk early in my career at a junior high school, and how I'd routinely sneak into the boys room and pee all over the urinals before the students arrived so it would smell all day. In another one, I baked a cake for a retiring teacher and peed in the batter. Everyone on the staff ate some. I even had a piece myself and it tasted good! I told him of the time I went to a party in college and peed on some guys PlayStation while his roommate was passed out drunk a few feet away. There was the time I peed in the trunk of a rental car before returning it. I told him about taking my morning piss in my parents in-law's fish tank the first time I stayed at their place with my ex-husband. Alan really liked that story, especially when I revealed that the fish got sick and none of the family suspected me. Then I told him of a really good piss I took just earlier that day, hours before he arrived at my place. I was at the mall and headed into the restroom. There was a woman with her young toddler in the stall next to me. She was peeing pretty good but then I turned loose my loud power stream which completely drowned hers out. The kid said “Whoa mommy who is that?” She quickly shushed him. I laughed loud enough for them to hear and pushed it out even harder until the last drip, didn't wipe myself, flushed and went to the sinks. They were super quiet. I wonder if they checked my stall after and saw the mess I left on the seat!

After all of these stories, Alan was amazed that his former math teacher was this kinky. His arousal was obvious. He continued on about how hot he always found me, saying I was perfect the way I was, having the misfortune of a healthy sexuality and no one to fully share it with. I joked that he had the same smooth talk skills his dad seduced me with. Then there was a silence with us looking at each other deeply. We were both turned on. My bladder was also full from wine and I said I needed to pee, making sure to look at him in a way that assured he was invited to join me. I went upstairs to the bathroom, left the door open a bit and sat down. I heard his footsteps coming up after me and pushed my pants all the way down to my ankles. Alan stuck is head inside and then I opened my legs so he could see everything. He said “Nice piercing you have down there, Mrs. Davis” just like he said in my classroom all those years ago, but this time those words didn't evoke horror. Now, they felt like the sexiest words I'd heard my entire life and I started gushing my noisy stream in the toilet. It always feels good when I pee, especially at high pressure with a full bladder, but this insane circumstance made it way more intense. I soon realized I was also pissing through the opening under the seat, wetting my legs. I just chuckled and let it spray as it was.

He told me to stand up so he could see better. I tried to cut my flow off for a moment before doing so but it was too strong and wouldn't stop. When I stood up, a huge jet shot over the toilet and soaked my pants more. I quickly leaned forward to direct the fierce stream down into the toilet and the sound was really loud as usual. His eyes widened at how big my stream was and he understood why that kid was shocked hearing me at the mall. I noticed my breast was nearly hanging out of my top so I squeezed my arms closer together to push it out more but pretending to not notice that some of the nipple was exposed. I'm quite endowed so I knew he'd see it while my stream was still going. As it finished, I gave him a smile when I saw the erection in his jeans. I stood upright and acted surprised about my exposed breast and pushed it back inside my shirt, teasing that he didn't tell me it was out. Alan said we should take my pants off since they were wet. I lifted one foot for him and he slid each pant leg off, so now I was standing there with nothing on my legs and we were face to face. I said we should also get me cleaned up and handed him some tissue. He pressed it against my pussy and rubbed around, slow and gentle. We started kissing with his hand on me. It was so fucking hot I almost came right there.

I asked if he needed to pee as well and he said yes. I reached for his zipper and after a brief struggle reaching in his pants, pulled his cock out. I'm sure he was pleased with my excited reaction to it as I tried to aim it downward. He was too hard for that so we turned toward the shower and I held his raging shaft as he pissed on the wall inside. It felt incredible in my hand. I even squeezed and stroked it a few times to make the stream pause and burst out. When he was done, I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth. He came pretty fast, then we went to the bedroom and had sex twice that night. It was incredible, loud, sweaty and left my sheets ruined and the both us exhausted. Later that night, he took a golden shower from me right on his face, the first I'd ever given!

For the next few months, Alan and I hooked up every weekend to watch each other pee, sometimes on each other. The sex was always good, especially as time went on and he got better and more confident. He soon finished school and moved closer to his new job several hours away, and we didn't see each other anymore. I started dating again and my daughter and I have gotten closer. I take commitment seriously and will never go down the road of infidelity again, but no matter how great my new relationship is, there will always be a soft warm place in my heart for Alan. He taught me that my fetish and sexuality are parts of myself that I should love instead of being ashamed of, which is the best gift anyone ever gave me.