Darkguy

Contains Pee Vandalism. A fairly short story compared to my usual.

Last weekend I had an unforgettable experience. It started out like any other day. I was bringing the last of my belongings from my parent's house to the apartment I would be staying at while I attended university. I had a few boxes in the trunk and one box of comic books in the back seat which I didn’t want to take my eyes off.

It was a cold, snowy day, but I was making good progress. Then I saw two young women on the side of the road. One of them saw me coming and started waving my car down. I’m not immune to the charm of young women, so I stopped.

Both of them were not fully equipped for the weather. They were in jackets better suited for spring than winter. One of the two walked up to my car. I rolled down the window so she could speak.

She had a thick accent, German and I think, and long blond hair which she had tucked into a ponytail.

“Excuse me sir, but can we go in your car? It’s very cold out here” she asked.

I sorted out what she meant. “Where would you like to go?”

She smiled. “Just the back seat is fine.”

I sighed, translations could be tricky sometimes. “Where would you like me to take you?” I clarified.

“Oh,” she said. “If you could take us into town that would be great.”

I nodded. “No problem, get in.”

She walked over to her friend and they spoke quietly to each other in a foreign language. Both of them were fidgeting a lot.

They both climbed into my backseat, putting my box of comics on the ground in front of them. I got a better look at them now that they were out of the snow.

They both appeared to be in their late teens or early twenties. The blonde woman I had talked to was wearing a shiny red jacket with a matching red skirt. Her friend was a brunette with tattoos and piercings all over her body. She was wearing a tight-cut black jacket and jeans.

“What brings you here?” I asked.

“We’re just sightseeing.” said the blonde. “Thank you for letting us go in your car, we really needed it.”

After saying that, she propped herself up a bit, slid her panties to the side, and started peeing all over my seat. There was no hesitation in her actions it was like she was used to this. Her stream was hard and fast, droplets sprayed over every surface. My seat drank her pee greedily. She let out a satisfied groan.

Her brunette friend was already unbuckling her jeans.

“What the hell are you doing!” I yelled.

The blonde looked up at me, piss still streaming from her vagina. “You said we could go in your car.”

“I didn’t know you meant that!’ I protested. “Hey, you! Stop!” I cried at her friend whose jeans were now around her ankles.

“She doesn’t speak English.” Stated the blonde. “It’s too late for me to stop now.”

She leaned back and started pissing off the seat onto the floor and the back of the chair in front of her. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. With a free hand, she grabbed the top comic book from the box in front of her. I wondered why until her friend, who had removed her panties, aimed her crotch and started her own pee.

Instead of peeing on my seat like her friend, she aimed her deluge so it landed on my prized collection of comic books. I watched in horror. She showed no compassion for destroying my beloved possessions. She pissed like a racehorse, laughing as my comic books wilted under her stream. The blonde giggled and turned, lending her own steam toward the destruction of my comics.

The brunette’s stream was more focused than the blonde's messy arc. She was able to move it around and hit individual comics with ease. The blonde settled for covering everything like a water hose.

The blonde's stream was dwindling, but her friend’s was just beginning. She pissed for ages, totally ruining any chance of my comic books’ survival. Her yellow beam splattered one comic after the next without mercy. She didn’t let up her torrent until they were swimming in a sea of piss.

The blonde woman began tearing pages out of the comic book she had saved. She handed some to her friend and then began wiping herself with the rest. She used them like you would any toilet paper. Pushing them against her sodden crotch and turning them into trash. Her friend cleaned herself thoroughly as well.

The blonde looked at the seat below her and shrugged. “Can’t sit there anymore.”

She climbed over the centre console and sat in the seat to my right. She smiled at me, I realized my cock was rock hard.

“The name’s Katie, sorry I did not introduce myself sooner.” She nodded to her friend who was buttoning her jeans up. “That’s Lauren. We really appreciate what you did for us.”

She leaned over and planted a kiss on my cheek and gave me an innocent look fit for an angel.

“We forgot to book accommodations for ourselves in the city. Is there any chance we could stay with you?”

I looked her in the eyes and I still don’t know why, but I found myself saying. “Of course, I don’t see why not.”

She hugged me. “Oh, we’re going to have a great time together!”

I've been thinking about writing it for some time. It will happen someday. To give you a hint, it's somewhere they'll have to be quiet.