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Good story, looking forward to more.
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Another great read. It would be nice to see some more of them. What other kind of places they trash. Seeing them at a college dorm party or a wedding reception would be cool.
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Looking forward to the second part.
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Another great story. I love how casual his mother is. I love to see her soak something even naughtier. Looking forward to your next part.
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Another great instalment. I’d love to see his mom pee somewhere really naughty in his sister’s room. Maybe his mom could also surprise him by peeing somewhere really naughty in his room. Looking forward to the next chapter.
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Really enjoying this series, hope you post some more. Would love to see more naughty spots like Sina peeing on the books.
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3 hours ago, hyde07 said:
Great story, whens the next chapter coming
Probably not for a while. I have several other stories I'd rather continue first depending on time. I'm probably going to finally finish Amazon Mom Part 3 next when I can.
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Features: Naughty peeing, Public peeing, Sexual acts.
I will never forget the night my life changed forever. I was eighteen, in my last year of high school. I was a reedy little punk of a kid. I’d never been a hit with the ladies and I figured that wouldn’t change until I had a high paying job later in life. I was too shy to try anyway.
The security in the bars near my city’s college was a little lax. I was able to sneak in every now and again. This story takes place on one such night. I was lurking by the counter with my drink when I heard a voice cut through the crowd.
“What are you doing here?”
When I saw who the voice belonged to I dropped my head. I was busted. It was Mrs. McMillian who lived three doors down from me. Talk about bad luck.
Mrs. McMillian was in her mid-forties. Her son was a few years younger than me. She was short and on the chubby side. She had long brown hair and brown eyes. Her face was cute, but no one would call her a heart snatcher. She looked like your average neighborhood mom. She brought pies to every bake sale, very good pies, she babysat when my parents were out of town, and she was always happy to lend a hand.“Please don’t tell my parents!” I begged.
Mrs. McMillian laughed. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to rat you out.” She took the seat at the bar next to me. “I was surprised to see you.”
“Oh, thank you, Mrs. McMillian.” I sighed.She laughed again. “Please, call me Elizabeth.”
We sat and drank together for a while. She was a pleasant conversationalist. I explained to her that my parents were out of town for the week, leaving me free to do what I pleased. She told me her husband had taken her son to a hockey tournament. We had a good time.
We decided to head home together since we lived so close. The subway was nearly deserted when we arrived. I sat down next to Elizabeth. I noticed a purse sitting on the seat across from us, but I was a little drunk and didn’t think much of it.
Two college girls got on the bus right before the doors closed. They were in a considerably worse state than us. One had raven black hair, the other’s was dyed bright pink. The pink-haired girl saw the purse and pointed at it.
“Somebody forgot their purse.” she slurred.
“See if there’s any money in it.” advised her friend.
Seemingly oblivious to our presence, she rooted through the purse for a moment before emerging triumphantly with a wallet. She pulled the cash out and dropped the wallet back in the purse. Then she stopped and grabbed her crotch.
“Fuck man, I’m dying for a piss.” she moaned.
“I dare you to do it in the purse.” shot back her friend.
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
The pink-haired girl giggled. “I’ll do it.”
“I know you will.”
Without pause, the pink-haired girl pulled down her leather pants to her knees. I couldn’t believe it, her trimmed pussy was on full display. This was the first time I’d ever seen a vagina in real life. The girl held the purse up to her pussy and bit her lip. After a moment a steady stream of pee shot out of her lips all over the purse and its contents.
“Fuck, man. This feels so good.” she sighed.
She was pissing as hard as she could. Her stream only lasted for a few seconds, but she soaked the purse. Pee was dripping out the bottom of it, it was ruined. The two college girls couldn’t help themselves, they broke into a fit.
“Give it to me.” demanded the raven-haired girl.
She grabbed the purse and hiked her skirt up to reveal her lack of undergarments. She squatted down with the bag in her hand and began to piss into it. Already sodden, the bag did little to contain her bladder. Pee leaked everywhere, creating a massive puddle on the floor.
I had no idea how to react to what I was seeing. My cock was rock hard. This was like nothing that had ever happened before, but my night was about to get even crazier.
The two girls had collapsed into their seats and passed out. I looked over and saw Elizabeth smiling at me. She leaned over and whispered into my ear.
“Do you want to fuck me?”
I was taken completely aback. This was the last thing I expected.
“Wh-what?” I stammered.
“I said, do you want to fuck me?” she replied.
I glanced from side to side. “But you’re married.”
“Never stopped me in the past,” she stated. “I’m guessing you’ve never done it before. Trust me, I have a lot of experience.”
I took a second to collect my thoughts. The answer was obvious. “Yes.” I decided.She grinned. “There’s just one condition.”
“What?” I asked.
She stretched herself out. “You have to let me piss in your backpack.”
I was struck silent again. Why would she want this? Where was the friendly neighbor I was used to know? This was a side of Elizabeth I’d never seen before.
“But, its got all my school stuff in it.” I protested.
“I know,” said Elizabeth. “That’s what makes it so fun. I saw your reaction to those girls over there.” she nodded in their direction. “Come on, it’ll be worth it, I promise.”
I had to think about it. This was my chance. Like any boy my age, I was horny all the time. I wasn’t a jock with a pick of the school. My cock stayed rigid thinking about it. Regardless of the cost, there was only one answer.
“Fine,” I said.
Elizabeth leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. “Thanks, dear,” she whispered.
The two college girls were still passed out when we reached our stop. We stepped onto the platform, no one else was in sight. Elizabeth held out her hand. After a moment of hesitation, I pulled off my backpack and gave it to her.
Elizabeth pulled down her jeans and panties. She was standing half-naked in the middle of the station. She unzipped my bag and held it with one hand below her naked crotch. She opened her mouth wide and moaned as a spurt of piss shot from her plump pussy.
The first spurt was followed by a raging storm. The college girls had nothing on Elizabeth. She’d been drinking for quite a while. She peed full force into my backpack. Elizabeth swiveled her hips to soak as much of the contents as she could. She had broken out into a grin. I could tell she was enjoying this.
I don’t know how long she lasted. She just kept pissing and pissing. She totally destroyed the contents of my bag. My textbooks, notebooks, pencil case, sweater, none of them were spared. Her piss leaked out the bottom of the bag much like the purse. Still, Elizabeth kept peeing. She was laughing now.
“I really had to go!” she said.
“You did.” I agreed.
After another thirty seconds, she finished. My bag was completely sodden. She handed it back to me. I stared at it, unsure of what to do.
“Put it on,” instructed Elizabeth.
I did as she told me to. The bag was warm and wet on my back. Piss leaked down my shirt and into my pants. It was a strange feeling. Elizabeth put her jeans back on and we walked the rest of the distance to my house.
I’d heard older women are more skilled in bed. I might not have had as much experience, but considering what came next, I was converted. Elizabeth knew exactly what she was doing, it was heaven in her tender arms.
When we had finished making love, Elizabeth pulled herself out of my embrace. She slipped out of the covers and walked over to where my video game consoles lay on the floor. She glanced back at me and bit her bottom lip. Then she tilted her vagina towards my delicate game systems. I watched in awe, I couldn’t believe my eyes.
Elizabeth gasped as she shot pee all over my consoles. Her piss splashed down on my ps4 first, coating it in a layer of her essence. She laughed as she watched her golden waterfall splatter over my belongings. After soaking my ps4, she turned her attention to my Xbox which received her stream.
Despite our recent activities, my dick was rock hard. Here Elizabeth was, a woman I had known since I was a child, destroying my consoles with reckless abandon.
Elizabeth’s bladder wasn’t empty yet. She was smiling as she rained down upon my Xbox. Once the green light flashed off she diverted her pee towards my Switch. She didn’t have much left at this point, but I heard her grunt as she pushed as hard as she could. She managed a finally burst all over my Switch, ruining it for good.
Elizabeth turned back to me and bit her thumb. “I always pee after having sex.” She explained, “It helps prevent UTI’s. Now move over, let me get in there.”
Elizabeth got into the bed next to me and snuggled up under the covers. My penis was ready for round two (Or ten considering how long we’d been going at it.) but she didn’t pay me any more attention. I fell asleep with her warmth next to me. It was a strange sensation, one I enjoyed immensely.
Elizabeth woke me up around seven with her shuffling. I looked over to see what was the matter. She was lying on her back with her feet spread. Only her head was above the covers. She seemed to relax and then I heard a splashing sound under the covers.
“Are you peeing in my bed?” I asked.
She looked over at me. “I’m fucking soaking your bed.”
“Damn.” was all I could muster.
“Man, I love pissing in beds.” she sighed. Still releasing her morning capacity. “I don’t get to do it in my own house, but here? Fuck it.”
“You don’t respect my stuff?” I asked.
“When I look around your room I just see one big toilet.” she shot back.
“Hmm.”
“I noticed you haven’t told me to stop.” she pointed out.
I couldn’t disagree.
Her piss was getting everywhere in the bed. It pooled out from under her soaking me and the sheets completely. She was still peeing, as relaxed as ever.
“We’ve still got a few days to ourselves,” said Elizabeth. “We should make the most of them.”
She turned over, while peeing, and kissed me on the cheek. Then she slid on top and rode me slowly while the last of her pee escaped her bladder. Needless to say, I didn’t last long.
After she was finished she left to shower and get ready for the day. I couldn’t believe the wild way my night had gone, but that was just the beginning. Things were going to get a lot crazier in the days to come. Especially when her husband found out about our little affair.
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Yeah, there's some good stuff on her onlyfans. You have to pay again to get most of her videos. She has a video of her peeing on a hotel bed. There was a cropped version on her youtube channel. It's not the longest pee, but it's nice.
Most of the stuff on her onlyfans is just nudity or peeing on the toilet though.
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I think that sounds like a pretty great story idea. I'd definitely enjoy it. I think it's fine if you mention the past. There are other stories here where people think about their childhoods. Obviously erotic actions by a minor would be too much, but since you're not doing that I don't see the problem. We're not eroticizing a child, it's a fully grown woman who is the center of our attention.
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The weekly training camp at Extreme Muscles Gym was beginning to wind down. There were five regular members of the training camp, plus a new member who had joined the previous week. Irons were pumping, bodies were sweating and everyone was getting a good workout.
The members of the class were as follows. Irene, a thirty-six-year-old mother who attended the class to maintain her physique. She had red hair, an athletic, if not quite slim, figure, and a pleasant face. Alex, a twenty-three-year-old who worked as a stripper in a local club. Alex had blonde hair with red highlights. She was thin with medium boobs and a tight butt. The young woman always looked like she was up to something. Darlene was a twenty-seven-year-old powerlifter. She had deep black skin, black hair and bulging muscles. She stood half a foot taller than any other woman in the class. Trish was a forty-three-year-old divorcee. She worked as an investment banker. She had moved to America from Thailand with her husband, but it hadn’t worked out. She had brown hair, large breasts, and still looked like she was in her thirties. The last regular was Lila, an eighteen-year-old from the middle east who still lived with her family. Her parents didn’t approve of the gym, but Lila didn’t care. She had black hair, large breasts, and an ample rear. She was still filling out her figure but was already gorgeous. She could be a model if she wanted.
The name of the class’s newest member was Dave. He was a tall, young, athletic man. The women assumed he was in his early twenties, but he didn’t talk much. He had short blonde hair, tight muscles, and a handsome face. The women often took peeks at him when they thought he wasn’t looking. They also had a tendency to squat down or stick out their rear a little more when they thought he was.
The instructor was also a woman. Her name was Nicole. She was thirty-one and had been an instructor in the gym for years. Her own muscles were firm from long days spent training. She was fairly short and had long black hair which almost reached her butt. She might be short, but she was well filled out. Her boobs, butt, and thighs were all a delicious sight.
“Okay. That’s a wrap for the day,” stated Nicole.
The women headed off to their changing room, Dave entered his. As soon as the women were alone in their room, Irene let out a sigh of relief. She pulled her shorts aside and began pissing freely on the floor.
“I’ve been holding it in all session,” she exclaimed. “It’s so hard to work out when we can’t pee in the gym anymore.”
Since the training camp was the last session of the day, the women had taken to peeing during their workout. Nicole had no problem with it. In fact, there was a good chance she enjoyed it most of all. However, the women had been forced to hold it ever since Dave joined in. They didn’t want to go to the bathroom; they all had way too much fun peeing wherever they wanted. The changing room was the best option.
“He’s quite the looker though,” said Trish. She took her top off and began rubbing her tits. “I wouldn’t mind a little extra workout with him.”
Irene’s pee was shooting out of her with force. She was creating a huge puddle in the middle of the floor. The other women watched her toilet with eager eyes. They had all been holding it in while they waited for the session to end.
“Maybe he wouldn’t mind.” suggested Alex. “We could clue him in.”
“How would we do that?” asked Irene. Still pissing full force over the floor.
Alex smirked. “You could pee yourself in the middle of the session. See how he reacts.”
Irene gave the stripper a flat look. “Why don’t you pee yourself? You’re the one used to having men ogle you.”
Alex leaned back on the bench. “Maybe I will.”
Most of the women were naked by this point. Sometimes they worked out in the nude, it made things more exciting. Darlene sat back on the bench, lifted her feet in the air, and opened her pussy. She let out a sigh as she fired her piss across the room. Darlene had a powerful stream; she was able to spray the far wall with her relief.
The other woman watched. They knew the power of Darlene. They’d had a few competitions to see who could pee the farthest. Darlene had doubled the next best pisser, Alex.
Darlene had her eyes closed in bliss as she enjoyed her relief. Watching such a magnificent pee made the other women's’ bladders tinge in protest.
Irene finally finished her pee. She shook her hips a few times before walking over to her bag. Her puddle covered almost a quarter of the floor. To get out the other women would have to jump over it, although they didn’t all mind wet feet.
Lila was watching the other women with hungry eyes. She’d always had a thing for women, but had never dared act on it. These weekly training camps were a way for her to express herself. They gave her the freedom she could never have at home. She knew if her parents found out what really happened here they would never allow her to return. One day she would leave them, but she wasn’t ready yet. Something caught her eye as she watched her fellow training mates’ antics.
Lila pulled a red gym bag out from under the bench. “Someone forgot their bag.” she stated, “Who does this belong to?”
Nicole walked over and took the bag. “This is Clarissa’s,” she answered. Nicole dropped the bag on the floor.
None of the women in the class liked Clarissa. She was married to a rich man but had no other redeeming qualities. She belittled other women by flaunting her wealth and making rude remarks at their expense. She was also a horrible gossip incapable of keeping a secret. Nicole’s eyes lit up, she saw a chance to get some much-needed revenge.
Nicole opened the expensive gym bag and squatted over it. Clarissa had left a spare set of expensive clothes, some pricey looking jewelry and various other knickknacks she was constantly boasting about to the other women. She was one of those people into all sorts of new wave crap.
“What are you doing?” asked Trish.
“I’m going to teach that bitch a lesson,” explained Nicole. She looked around at the other woman. “None of you are going to tattle?”
There was a chorus of no’s. Trish walked over to Nicole. She squatted down next to her by the bag.
“We’d never piss and tell,” said Trish. “That woman deserves everything coming her way.”
Darlene had just shot her last burst of piss. She swung herself off the bench so she could get a better look. The other women crowded around to see the naughtiness about to transpire. Trish and Nicole grinned at each other.
Trish and Nicole began shooting their piss into the gym bag. They laughed as they coated Clarissa’s belongings in their pee. The clothes took the brunt of the first assault; they darkened and stained under the yellow rain. The fine fabrics greedily absorbed everything the women gave them. Next, the jewelry received a shower of pee. The sight of gold and jewels being used as a toilet made Trish and Nicole laugh out loud. They’d never done anything quite like this before.
Clarissa’s new wave medicine was treated to a hot blast as well. Nicole wondered how much of her husband’s money had been wasted on these trinkets. She didn’t care, all she wanted to do was destroy them with her pee. Trish was having the time of her life as well. She’d been Clarissa’s friend in the past. Then the bitch had told her husband several secrets she’d been trusted to keep. Trish felt Clarissa was at least partly responsible for the divource. This was a small measure of revenge for what she had done.
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. The streams of the two women eventually died down. The group stood there giggling over the wreckage. The expensive gym bag was a sorry sight. The jewelry was salvageable, but everything else was ruined. Nicole imaged Clarissa wearing jewelry she had used as a toilet. The thought gave her great joy.
Lila stepped away from the carnage. She walked to a corner of the room. She wasn’t bold enough yet to make such a spectacle. She squatted down and began emptying her bladder as quietly as she could. She sighed as she peed, she had been holding it in for such a long time. Her nipples were hard, peeing on the floor was such a turn on. She wished she could do this in her room. If she could, she’d squat in the corner and pee on the carpet whenever she had to go.
Lila blushed when she realized Darlene was watching her. The older woman grinned at her awkwardness. Darlene spread her legs and showed off her pussy. Lila’s heart skipped a beat. She’d been sneaking peeks at Darlene constantly, but her naive brain hadn’t realized she’d been noticed. Darlene spread her pussy and shot a hidden burst of piss Lila’s way. Lila let out a little gasp, the piss almost hit her.
Darlene smiled and blew Lila a kiss. The young girl couldn’t help but blush again. She wondered where this might lead.
The women filed into the showers and cleaned themselves off. Once they were all clean they got dressed and began to make their way out of the gym. Nicole stopped and looked back at Alex. The stripper was still sitting naked on the bench; dripping wet from the shower.
“I noticed you haven’t peed yet.” said Nicole, “What’s up?”
Nicole smiled slyly, “I want to pee in the gym. I figure Dave’s left by now. I’ll wait a few more minutes, then go.”
Nicole nodded, Alex always liked to pee in naughty places. She’d been surprised Alex hadn’t joined in on their revenge. Now it made sense.
“Sounds good. I’ll wipe everything down before we open tomorrow,” said Nicole. She threw Alex the spare key. “Lock up behind yourself.”
“Will do,” replied Alex.
Alex waited another few minutes. Her bladder felt like it was going to explode. Alex loved the feeling of a full bladder. The only thing she loved more was releasing a full bladder where she wasn’t supposed to. She’d had a whole host of boyfriends, but she’d never found the right one. She wanted someone she could enjoy her fetish with. Someone who she didn’t have to hide from.
Alex stepped out into the gym naked as the day she was born. She walked up to the windows and stretched herself out like a cat. If anyone walked by they would have seen her, but Alex didn’t care. Being seen naked was nothing new to her.
Alex walked over to the dumbbell rack. She selected an appropriate dumbbell and began rubbing it against her pussy. Masturbating while her piss screamed for release was so hot. Alex couldn’t help but gasp at her naughty actions. She put the dumbbell down and stood over the rack. She sighed as she sprayed a stream of piss over the dumbbells.
Alex’s piss flew true and struck the rack. She shook her hips from side to side to spray as many as possible. She turned her head and saw her next target. Alex stepped away from the dumbbells and walked over to the yoga balls. She never stopped peeing. She left a trail behind her across the floor. Alex flopped down on a large, purple, yoga ball and let her piss spray out behind her. She rolled on top of the ball so her feet weren’t touching the floor. She had fun lounging there as she released her bladder. Alex knew she had the largest capacity of all the women.
Alex rolled off the yoga balls, sending streaks of piss into the air. She lay on her back for a few seconds, enjoying shooting her pee across the floor. Then she got up and turned the treadmill on. Alex walked on the treadmill as she peed, she loved the sound her pee made when it hit the tracks. Alex hadn’t stopped peeing since she began.
Alex heard one of the mats squeak behind her. She turned around, still peeing, and saw Dave standing behind her. He looked surprised and embarrassed to be caught. The young man was standing behind her with his cock in his hand. His gym bag lay discarded on the floor behind him. He must have been on his way out when he saw her. Alex had been so enraptured by her naughtiness she had never noticed.
Alex stared at Dave’s rock hard cock. It had to be at least nine inches long. Alex didn’t care about size, but it was still nice to see a large tool in a man’s hand. Dave had seen her at her best and he clearly enjoyed it. Alex smiled at Dave. She rubbed her tits with one hand while she lowered the other one to her spewing pussy.
“What are you waiting for?” she asked.
Dave needed no further prompting. He rushed forward and thrust himself inside her. Alex gasped as he pounded his hard member deep inside her. She’d always wanted to piss during sex, but there had never been an opportunity before. Dave thrust away as Alex released her bladder. His thrusts grew quicker as Alex grew closer to the end of her toilet. With one last grunt, Dave came inside her as Alex’s bladder emptied its last drop. Alex screamed in ecstasy as she experienced an orgasm like never before.
Alex and Dave lay on the ground, panting, in their sweat and piss. Alex rolled over onto her belly and grinned at her new lover.
“That was great, but next week’s going to be even better.”
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I finished another story a couple of days ago, but I've been too busy to edit it. Thanks for all the feedback, it really makes me want to write more. I'll try to get another couple stories up by the end of the week.
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This is the second part of the story, if you want to read the first part here it is. Part One. I hope you enjoy the story.
Last time I told you about the the first peeing experience with my girlfriend Elizabeth. I mentioned we had plenty more experiences. Well, after pissing on my favourite stuffed animal, the next time really spiced things up. We decided to do something about Elizabeth’s fetish, the one she had told me about. Exhibitionism.
We took a bus down the highway to a city a few hours away from where we lived. We didn’t want anyone to recognize us. Elizabeth was wearing a trench coat. All she had underneath was a bra and thong. She planned to remove them at some point during the day. It was a long bus ride, but it was worth it to get where we were going.
We got off the bus and headed to our first destination. Elizabeth didn’t care who saw her, but she wanted to put on a private show for me at our first destination. We headed to the public library. It was a week day, so the place wasn’t extremely busy. There were plenty of empty rows to get up to all sorts of naughtiness in.
I could tell Elizabeth enjoyed walking past librarians who had no idea she was wearing next to nothing underneath her coat. I wrapped my arm around her as we walked through the library. We entered an empty row near the back of the library. That’s when the fun began.
Elizabeth pressed herself up against the books and opened her coat. She showed me the thin lacy undergarments she was wearing while grinning wickedly. Elizabeth pulled her bra down, showing me her tiny boobs, then turned around to give me a nice view of her ample rear. My cock was hard in my pants. Elizabeth walked over and stroked me through my jeans, my cock stiffened further.
Elizabeth grimaced. “What’s wrong?” I asked her.
“It was a long bus ride.” explained Elizabeth. She held her crotch. “I have to pee.”
I smiled. “I know we’re here for your fetish, but why don’t we try combining them?” I asked. “Peeing exhibitionism.”
Elizabeth looked around. “Are you crazy? We’re in a library.”
“All the better.” I insisted.
Elizabeth looked around before grinning. I knew she couldn’t resist the challenge. She knew how much this would turn me on.
“I don’t know.” she said. Even if she wanted to, this was hard for her. “I’m not sure I can let go here.”
“Do you need somewhere less public?” I asked. I had a few other ideas.
Elizabeth shook her head. “It’s not that. It just feels so wrong to pee here.” she glanced down the aisle. “I need somewhere I can sit down and relax. Then I can let go.”
“I have an idea.” I stated.
Elizabeth followed me through the rows as I led her to what I had in mind. She let out a little gasp when I stopped in front of the children’s section. It was off to the side in this library. All the kids were in school, no one was around.
“What do you expect me to do here?” asked Elizabeth.
“The books are in wooden boxes.” I explained. “I thought you could sit on one and pee into it like a toilet.”
Elizabeth was wide eyed. “I thought you’d find me a chair or something so I could go on the floor.” She looked around. “Peeing on books feels so wrong.”
“That’s what makes it hot.” I stated.
Elizabeth walked over and stared into one of the cubes. “These books are for kids.” she said. “What if some kid sticks their hand in my pee?”
I shrugged. “You won’t be around to see it.”
Elizabeth stood there for a minute. Eventually she sighed and threw up her hands. “I’m bursting anyways. You always get the best of me.”
Elizabeth raised her coat up and slid off her thong. She put her thong in her purse which she set down next to her. She pulled one of the cubes out and sat down on it. Elizabeth glanced from side to side as she prepared for her naughty deed.
“Tell me if anyone comes.” she instructed. “The last thing I need is to get caught.”
I took a step back so I could watch for anyone approaching while still maintaining a good view of Elizabeth. I gave her the thumbs up, everything was clear for now.
A look of concentration crossed over Elizabeth’s face. She was absolutely desperate, but it was still difficult for her to let go. She opened her mouth as she tried to force her pee out. Watching my darling girlfriend trying to pee in the children’s section was amazing. Here she was about to spray hot piss over colourful books with beautiful illustrations.
“Oh my god, it’s coming.” blurted Elizabeth.
A moment later I heard the faint hiss of pee as Elizabeth started to release her bladder. The hiss intensified into a blast as Elizabeth let loose. Piss streamed out of her all over the books inside the cube, ruining the carefully drawn illustrations with her waste. Elizabeth stuck her tongue out at me as she peed. I could tell she was enjoying this. Elizabeth flashed me one of her breasts as she urinated.
I loved the splattering sound Elizabeth’s pee made upon contact with the paper below. It made my cock so hard I worried I would cum in my pants. Elizabeth was staring at my crotch as she peed. She knew this was turning me on. She’d only been peeing for a few seconds, but it was heaven.
It was at that moment I saw a man approaching the section from a few aisles away. I motioned to Elizabeth to warn her. Elizabeth jumped off the cube. It took her a second to stop pissing. She left a small puddle on the floor beneath her. She pushed the cube back into the wall so the destruction wouldn’t be as evident.
I got a glance inside. The books were sitting in a pool of piss. She’d really let them have it. The books were going to have to be thrown out. My sweet, innocent girlfriend had ruined them beyond repair.
The man walked over into the children’s section next to us. Elizabeth gave him a shallow smile as he walked past her. She was shifting from foot to foot. She’d only been able to pee for a few seconds. It had been a hard gush, but she was still desperate. I could tell she needed to pee badly. The last thing I wanted was for her to wet herself in front of a stranger. She loved exhibition, but I knew that would be too much too fast.
The man stopped next to us. I cursed. I was hoping he would pass us by. He was middle aged, I would assume somewhere in his forties. He was looking through the children’s section. He smiled back at us from where he was standing.
“I’m looking for a book for my daughter.” he explained. “Do you two have any suggestions?”
I didn’t know what to say.
“I’m sorry. We were looking for something for my cousin, but I’m not too great with these things.” said Elizabeth. Even desperate to piss she was quicker on her feet than me.
The man walked nearer to us. I stared in horror as he slid the wooden cub Elizabeth had peed in out from the wall. I expected him to turn on us yelling obscenities. Inside he let out a sigh of disappointment.
“It looks like the roof is leaking again.” said the man. “I heard they were having trouble during the summer. I’ll have to tell them when I leave.”
“Everything’s always leaking.” agreed Elizabeth. She was holding herself through her trench coat.
The man stood up and waved goodbye. He had picked out a few books. “Well, I hope you find something good for your cousin. I can never seem to pick out what my daughter wants.” The man left us alone in the children’s section.
I turned to Elizabeth. “That was a close call. Maybe we should find a bathroom?” Just the few seconds I had seen were enough to satisfy me for a long time.
Elizabeth shook her head. She was trembling “I have to go so bad. If I try to reach a bathroom, I'm going to pee myself.” She grinned, “Besides, you were right, this is fun.”
I noticed something else as Elizabeth talked. Her nipples were rock hard. She wasn’t scared. She was trembling out of excitement and the need to pee. Almost getting caught had seriously turned her on.
“We can’t stay here.” I stated.
“Let’s move over a few aisles.” suggested Elizabeth.
We walked a couple rows over in the library until we thought we were far enough. A splash of piss escaped from Elizabeth before we reached our destination. She soaked the edge of her trench coat, fortunately it wasn’t noticeable unless you were looking for it.
When we got to the aisle Elizabeth told me to stand next to her and block her from view. She selected a book off the shelf. I looked at the title, it was a collection of Shakespeare plays. It was nice too, it looked like an older edition of the book. I wouldn't have been surprised to learn Elizabeth was holding a book from a hundred years ago.
I expected Elizabeth to squat down and pretend to read while peeing on the floor, but instead she held the book underneath her trench coat. I didn’t get a good few, but I could hear the sound of hot piss splattering against paper. Elizabeth let out a long sigh as she peed on the book. I stood to the side and pretended to browse the selection.
I wonder if the bard knew his work would be used as a toilet by a woman in a few hundred years. I couldn’t take my eyes off of Elizabeth. She had never looked more beautiful than she did now. She had this divine smile plastered across her face.
I could hear my beautiful girlfriend’s pee streaming off the book to land on the floor. There was going to be quite a puddle left behind.
Elizabeth peed on the book for a few seconds before pulling it out from under her trench coat. I could see the pages had been soaked yellow by her pee. Elizabeth put the book back on the shelf where she had found it. Some of her pee pooled around the bottom and stained the books next to it.
“I don’t want to stay in one place for too long.” explained Elizabeth. “I still really have to go.”
We walked over another few rows. Halfway there Elizabeth stopped. She smirked at me and let out a stream of piss. Her pee fell to the floor and splattered around. Her legs were soaked in pee by this point. Elizabeth cut off her stream and we moved on.
We reached another row of books. I stood next to Elizabeth while she squatted down. Elizabeth pretended to look at the books on the shelf. We were in the romance section. What she was actually doing was spreading her legs so she could shoot her piss on the bottom row of books.
A thick gush of pee shot from her pussy and splattered over the books. The helpless novels were coated in my girlfriends pee. Elizabeth wasn’t struggling to let go anymore. She swiveled her hips from side to side to ruin as many books as possible.
Elizabeth let out a short laugh. “This is actually kind of fun.”
After destroying the bottom shelf of romance novels we headed over to where the DVDs were kept. Elizabeth stood upright next to them and sprayed piss all over their cases. She only did this for a second because we were right out in the open.
Finally we head downstairs to the archives. The library stored old editions of the town newspaper there so they can be read by future generations. Elizabeth took out a box of newspapers and set it on the ground. The archives were never the busiest of places and now was no exception.
“I want to relax for this last bit.” stated Elizabeth.
Elizabeth sat down over the newspaper like she had the children’s books. Within moments she was spraying the delicate paper with a steady stream of urine. Elizabeth sighed with content. She didn’t seem to care she was destroying something which didn’t belong to her anymore. She wasn’t rushing it this time.
“This is the naughtiest thing I’ve ever done.” said Elizabeth. “You’re a terrible influence.”
I gave her a kiss on the lips. I’d always wanted to kiss a girl while she peed. “You know you love me.”
“Damn straight.” replied Elizabeth.
Elizabeth finished her pee in the newspapers and got up. The newspapers below her were completely destroyed. They ink had run off and the paper had turned to mush. They had barely held together as it was. Now they were no more.
Elizabeth opened another box and pulled out some newspaper clippings. She started wiping herself down with them. Her legs had been soaked. It took several pages of newspaper to get herself clean. When she was down, she dropped the impromptu toilet paper back in the box she had gotten it from.
“Let’s get out of here.” she said.
I couldn’t agree more. We hurried out of the library before the proof of our deeds could be discovered. The two of us embraced on the steps of the library.
“That was amazing.” I beamed.
Elizabeth grinned. “The day is still young.”
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This one's a bit shorter than my usual stories, but I'm pretty happy with it. I'm probably going to work on the next Amazon Mom chapter soon. I hope you enjoy my story!
As a musician once said, what you’ve been looking for has been here the whole time. It wasn’t until I returned for college that I realized I had feelings for my best friend Elizabeth. However, realizing I had feelings for her was just the beginning.
We’d known each other since we were children. She lived a few houses down from me. We used to walk over and visit each other all the time. Our houses were on the edge of a forest, which had a small creek we turning into our own paradise. I couldn’t count the number of days we spent just splashing through those waters. I could talk to Elizabeth about anything; the same was true for her.
We both saw other people while we were friends. Mostly I was only in it for the sex. Who can blame me? I was a horny teenager. I never really cared about any of the girls I was with. I thought I did, but when I think back, it was all pretty meaningless.
We went to separate colleges, but we kept in contact. We spent a lot of time together during the summers. I had a few more girlfriends, nothing that lasted more than a year. It wasn’t long after I finished my undergraduate I got the call.
Elizabeth had been seeing one guy for a couple years. The way she talked about him it sounded pretty serious. Well, she called me at three a.m. to tell me he had been cheating on her for almost a year. She had just found out. I could tell she was devastated. She was still at her college, but I hopped in my car and drove to see her immediately.
I helped her clear her things out of their apartment, then I drove her home. I spent the next few days trying to cheer her up. I don’t know why it happened exactly, but one evening I was looking at her and it all just snapped into focus. I realized what I’d been missing.
Well, one thing led to another and we ended up getting together. The sex was great, the chemistry was there. We were the perfect couple. We dated for a month before we started opening up about our more extreme sexual desires. We sat down in the living room and just began to talk. We’d always shared secrets, but there are some things we hadn’t revealed yet.
Elizabeth admitted her last boyfriend had gotten her into exhibitionism. She loved getting naked in public and she didn’t care who saw. There were a few other fetishes that turned her on, like being eaten out, but that was the big one.
Then it was my turn to share. It was the beginning of a memory I will never forget.
We were both sitting on the same couch, both wearing metal shirts and jeans. Elizabeth had just finished telling me how she liked to be on top.
I should explain what Elizabeth looks like. She’s five foot four with brown hair and freckles. She doesn’t have a lot upstairs, but she has a great ass. She goes to the gym several times a week so her figure is lovely. She has big blue eyes and a radiant smile I can’t get enough of. She fits the figure of the girl next door perfectly.
“Your turn!” said Elizabeth.
I told her about a few minor fantasies of mine. I made sure to tell her I thought her exhibitionism was hot. Elizabeth kept pressing me.
“You’re holding something back.” she stated. She could read me like a book.
“It’s pretty weird.” I admitted.
Elizabeth laughed. God I love it when she does that. “Nothing will surprise me.”
I hesitated. Was this the right moment? Would it screw things up? I swallowed hard. My decision was made.
“I’m into peeing.” I admitted.
“Oh.” said Elizabeth. “Well, I figured as much.”
“Huh?” was all my dumb brain could muster.
“Remember back at Daniel’s birthday party?” she explained. “I told you I peed in the pool and you couldn’t take your eyes off me. Your dick got really hard.”
“You remember that?” I managed.
It was back in the twelfth grade. We’d gone to one of our friend’s birthdays. The whole house was packed; the bathrooms were full. I was hanging out with Elizabeth in the pool. She was fidgeting around and I asked her what was wrong. She told me there was a huge line for the bathroom and she couldn’t wait. Her only option was to pee in the pool. I watched her crotch as a faint yellow cloud formed around it. It was one of the hottest experiences of my life. I’d already been into peeing before then, but if I hadn’t, I think it would have changed that day.
“It stuck with me.” stated Elizabeth.
We chatted for a while before Elizabeth started fidgeting. I couldn’t help but focus my eyes on her crotch.
“I have to pee.” she said.
“I can see that.”
“I thought we could try one of your fetishes, later we can try some of mine.” explained Elizabeth. “Want to watch me?”
“Of course.” I replied. This was a dream come true.
Elizabeth started leading me towards the bathroom. I had to stop her.
“As great as it would be to see you go in the bathroom. It’s way hotter if you pee on something naughty.” I said. “Would that be okay?”
Elizabeth bit her lip. “Sure. What were you thinking?”
I held up my hands. “Wait here a moment.”
I turned and sprinted up the stairs. Elizabeth called out behind me. “Don’t take too long! I might piss all over your floor” That stiffened my cock even harder.
I ran up to the attic and started searching for something Elizabeth could use. It couldn’t be something boring. I’d never had a girlfriend willing to pee for me before. I had to make it count. Finally I found something. It took a second for me to decide if it was worth it. I figured I wanted to see her Elizabeth on what I had more than I cared about it. I brought it downstairs with me. Elizabeth was bouncing up and down at the bottom of the stairs. I showed her my prize.
Elizabeth’s eyes widened. “Mr. Bunster! I can’t pee on that!”
I was holding my favourite childhood stuffed animal. A rabbit in a tuxedo I had carried around with me for years. Eventually my mother had put a stop to that, but he had a place on my bed until I left for college.
“It’s my toy.” I stated. “Come on. It would be so hot.”
“But he’ll be ruined.” replied Elizabeth.
“We’ll find another use for him.” I said.
Elizabeth looked reluctant, but she took Mr. Bunster from me. We walked into the bathroom together with our victim in tow.
“God, I remember you used to go everywhere with this thing.” said Elizabeth. She had a wistful look on her face. “You’re sure you’re okay with this?”
“I’m sure.” I assured her.
Elizabeth shrugged. She set Mr. Bunster down in the bathtub. She fidgeted for a second before she took her pants off. I admired the way her tight rump looked when she stepped into the tub. Elizabeth squatted down over Mr. Bunster. I got in close so I could see.
Nothing happened for a moment. Elizabeth had a look of concentration on her face. “I’m trying, but it’s hard.” she stated. “I really have to go; it’s just not coming out. I’ve never peed like this in front of someone.”
“You’ll manage.” I assured her. “What about the pool?”
“I wasn’t doing that to turn you on.” said Elizabeth. “Besides, peeing in the pool is easy.”
I didn’t have a good response to that.
“Remember when we used to have tea parties with our stuffed animals?” asked Elizabeth. “You had Mr. Bunster and I had Timmy the Teddy.”
“I remember.” I replied.
We made a bit of small talk while Elizabeth tried to pee. Knowing Elizabeth was attempting to urinate on my childhood stuffed animal while she chatted with me was exhilarating. She was reminiscing about the past when it happened.
A spurt of piss shot out of Elizabeth’s pussy onto Mr. Bunster’s tuxedo. The fabric greedily absorbed the liquid.
Elizabeth cut off from what she had been saying. “Oh my god, it’s coming!” she cried.
Elizabeth released another stream of pee. Some of it splashed on to Mr. Bunster, but most of it hit the bathtub floor in front of him. Elizabeth pushed him up so he would receive a more direct stream. Her piss began to spray out in a steady flow. My girlfriends piss was blasting directly over Mr. Bunster’s face. His fur grew sodden under the deluge.
Elizabeth laughed as she directed her piss over Mr. Bunster’s head and body. “I can’t believe I’m pissing on your stuffed bunny!” she exclaimed. “I’m soaking him!”
“Fuck yes you are.” I said. I got my cock out and started stroking it as I watched.
“This feels so good.” sighed Elizabeth.
She must have really had to go, because her piss showed no signs of slowing down. Her stream splattered off Mr. Bunster and hit the sides of the tub. Elizabeth’s piss had fully soaked through the stuffed bunny at this point. Streams of pee dripped off his soaked fur.
“He’s going to be destroyed.” stated Elizabeth.
I was nearing a climax as I watched her ruin my stuffed animal. Her piss was finally beginning to weaken. She must have peed for at least forty seconds. I didn’t know how such a small girl could have such a huge bladder. Elisabeth’s stream died down, but she kept squatting over Mr. Bunster for a few more moments. She spurted another short burst of pee onto him, then started shaking her ass up and down. I came with a load gasp.
“Pass me some toilet paper.” she said.
I shook my head. “No need.”
I stepped into the tub and got down on my knees. Elizabeth stood up so I could start eating her out. I licked the piss off her legs and pussy before I went in. Elizabeth started moaning as I stuck my tongue into her pissy pussy.
Her piss was salty and delicious. When combined with her juices it was intoxicating. I dug into her until she loudly orgasmed.
We both knelt in the piss filled bathtub, panting with exertion. Elizabeth looked at Mr. Bunster’s sodden form.
“What are we going to do with him?” she asked.
“Forget about him.” I stated.
I grabbed Elizabeth by the hand and pulled her into the bedroom. We screwed like rabbits all night.
It wasn’t the last experience I had with Elizabeth, but our first experiment with pissing will always hold a place in my heart.
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Part two of the story. I was busy all week so I didn't have a lot of time to work on it. As always there is extreme vandalism in this. I hope you enjoy.
Claire wanted to fill up before we went to the next location. She said it would be best if we were in and out of the place, but she still wouldn't tell me where we were going. We stopped at an old pub called the Red House to have breakfast. Pancakes are nice, but we were mostly there to drink lots of water and juice.
We sat at a table to order. I was gazing around the pub with a wistful look on my face. Claire must have noticed.
“What’s up?” she asked.
“I performed here once.” I said. “It was a year after we got the band together.” It had been a good night.
Saturday, March 14, 1998:
We were on stage in the middle of the pub. Our last song was about to begin. We’d gotten the crowd rowdy. The building was filled with howls and screams. Several of our band members were missing articles of clothing, along with much of the crowd. My own tits were hanging out of my top.
Boa was on the drums, Savage was base, Animal and I were on vocals and electric guitars. I sang the parts which required powerful vocals; Animal screamed the lines which needed to be belted out as fast as possible. I only had to sing the chorus of our last song. It was one of our more popular acts. The song went great. I stepped up to perform the chorus for the last time.
The Jungle’s De-sire.
It Buuuurns You!
And-All-You Re-quire
It Huuuurts You!
The Tigers Roar, The Monkeys Howl
In Ecstasy You Screammmmm!
The crowd chanted their approval as we finished. Animal flipped off the audience and we walked away. Savage slipped off somewhere before we got back to the dressing room. I slumped into a chair with my feet up on a desk. I set my guitar back in its case on the floor.
Animal packed her own guitar away and took a seat next to me. She let out a sigh. It had been a long session. The audience couldn’t get enough of us. Boa was busy cleaning off her drums. She had something of an obsession for her instruments. She never let them out of her sight. Savage returned a minute later, stuffing something into her pocket.
“The manager made a pass at me.” she muttered.
“That cunt.” hissed Animal. “He’s old enough to be you fucking dad.”
I’d been friends with Savage since elementary school. The two of us had always been into music, starting the band together once we left high school had made perfect sense. Boa had already been in the scene for a few years when we got started. She was two years older than us, but she was the best drum player I knew. Animal joined a few months later. She happened to move from the UK when we were looking for another vocalist.
Savage hair was styled in a red Mohawk. She had a tattoo of a flaming skull emblazoned across her chest. Animal wore her blonde hair over her eyes. Her black mascara ran down across her face, giving herself a haunting effect. Boa’s tattoos covered her entire body. They were mostly of her namesake. She even had one wrapped around her face. She’d shaved herself bald; she was the butch member of the group.
Savage walked over to the bathroom. We’d left the door open before heading on stage. Savage squatted slightly and pulled her panties to the side. She sprayed a stream of piss all over the bathroom floor. Savage sighed as she arched her stream up to run against the mirror and sink. Then she shook her hips so her piss splashed over the bathroom from wall to wall.
The whole bathroom was covered in piss by the time Savage was done. No one else could use it in that state. Savage hadn’t had to go as bad as usual. I knew because she’d pissed on stage around the beginning of our gig.
Boa looked at the mess and sighed. “I was going to use that.”
“Tough.” replied Savage.
Boa walked over to the wall. She pulled her pants down. She grunted then started pissing against it. Her piss hit the wall and slid down; staining the wallpaper on its way to the floor. I knew Boa liked to pee herself where she sat while we played. She must have been saving some. Her piss created a pool on the ground. After a brief fifteen second pee she shook her ass and pulled her pants back up.
Boa looked over at me and Animal. “You two didn’t pee on stage tonight. You must be bursting.”
“I’m holding on right now.” I said.
“Same.” agreed Animal.
“Saving up for something?” asked Savage.
“Yes, something.” I agreed.
Animal and I left after a few minutes. Boa and Savage would pee wherever they wanted out of convenience or anger, but Animal and I had a thing for naughty pees. We had planned something for tonight. Which explained why we were holding our bladders.
We crept through the hallways, making sure no one saw where we were going. The owner of the pub was out mingling with our audience, probably trying to find a woman half his age who would fuck him. While he was out, Animal and I snuck into his office. He’d made a big deal about his record collection when he hired us. We wanted to see it for ourselves.
It was a small office. Every available inch was filled with a variety of music memorabilia. It was all old classical crap. Animal flipped through the records, muttering to herself.
“This is all rubbish.” she decided. “The bastard probably only hired us because he wanted to get into Savage’s pants.”
I shrugged. It wasn’t uncommon. Still, dickery of his variety deserved some kind of comeuppance. Animal lowered her pants and smirked at me. She held her vagina over the records. A stream of pee shot out of her tight pussy all over the songs. The look of bliss on her face was wonderful. Animal loved peeing over things.
I grabbed several of the records and moved them forward so they could receive a portion of Animal’s pee. Animal was gushing piss out of her pussy at an alarming rate. She didn’t have the bladder capacity I had, but she could pee hard. Unfortunately her gush meant all too soon she was finished. Not before destroying the owner’s valuable record collection.
I gave Animal a kiss on the cheek. She returned the favour eagerly. I had to push her away. We didn’t want to waste time in here. We had to pee and get out before the owner caught us. I swung bum up on the desk, I placed my feet to either side so my vagina was facing the open air. I spread my pussy lips with both hands.
I peed as hard as I could. My piss shot across the room to splash over the door. I laughed out loud at the sight. Animal started holding pieces of memorabilia in front of my unforgiving piss. An Elvis coat got soaked, before a hat autographed by a member of the rolling stones was ruined. I giggled when Animal started filling up keepsake mugs with my stream. I felt like a keg of beer. Then Animal began putting documents in front of me. I didn’t care. I destroyed anything she brought before me with my piss. My pleasure mattered more than any of the owner’s belongings.
I was pissing as hard as I always did. My urine was flooding the office. The floor was covered in soggy papers, mugs, memorabilia, records and an ever growing puddle of piss. Once Animal was finished putting things in front of me, I stood up so I could soak the desk itself. My piss pushed what papers remained to the ground, ruining them in the process. The desk took a beating from my golden waste. The varnish looked a lot less pristine once I was finished.
We left the room behind. We retrieved the rest of our band mates from the dressing room, and then got out of there before we were caught. Our van would be well on its way to our next destination before the owner saw the mess we had left.
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I returned to the present when our drinks arrived. Claire and I drank as much as we could before we hit the road. I wished all my memories with the Brides of the Jungle were as good as the ones at the Red House.
Claire still refused to tell me where we were going. I thought it would be hard to find anywhere as naughty as the mall we had destroyed. Claire, however, did not disappoint. She told me to park before we walked to the location. My mind was on fire when I saw where Claire was taking us. We walked right up the steps of the city’s art gallery.
“Do you know a guy in here?” I asked.
Claire shook her head. “No, but I know where we can have some fun.” She smiled at me. “We just have to be quick about it.”
“I can be quick.” I stated.
We were both wearing baseball caps so we could avoid being caught on camera. Claire knew some dead spots, but we had to careful to avoid the rest. All this caution left a question burning in my mind. I might have been bold once, but I didn’t need to be arrested at thirty eight.
“Couldn’t they find the video online and identify us?” I asked.
Claire shook her head. “The videos in your son’s room were uploaded for anyone to see, but these go to a more select clientele. The kind of people willing to part with a lot of money. They’re vetted carefully.” She smiled at me. “The last location isn’t even going up online. It’s a specific request from a single client. They’re paying us a fortune.”
Claire’s assurances helped ease my heart. It was a stark reminder I wasn’t quite as wild as I used to be. When a member of a punk band got arrested, it often did more to help their image than hurt it.
Claire led me through the gallery. There were a lot of paintings. I have to admit my interests in the arts always began and ended with music. I suppose they were nice, but none of them reached me. Claire wasn’t paying any attention to them. She led me to a side door partially obscured by a section of paintings.
“There’s a storage room in here.” explained Claire. “There are no cameras watching the door or inside.”
“Why not?” I asked.
Claire shrugged. “How should I know?” She knelt down and began fidgeting with the door. “Watch my back for me.”
I looked around nervously while Claire unlocked the door. I didn’t know how she got it open, but she clearly had some skills. We crept inside. Claire locked the door behind us. She smiled at me and spread her arms around; showing off her bounty.
There were paintings stacked up in canvases around the room. My eyes widened at the possibilities. Claire walked over to one of the canvases. She pulled it open to show off the painting within. The painting showed a starry night sky above a mountain top. Nothing too special. I really had to pee.
“They store some paintings here. Nothing too valuable, but fun nonetheless.” stated Claire. “I have a different location in mind for myself, but I thought you should let yours out here. Your bladder is less discrete than mine.”
I couldn’t argue with that. Claire got her phone out. I stood waiting for the camera to turn on. I had to cross my legs. I was starting to get a little desperate. Claire got the phone rolling and we began to shoot the video.
“I’m back with Amazon Mom for another pissing playground.” said Claire from behind the camera. I stuck my tongue out at the screen. “Amazon Mom was about to show me what she thought about these paintings.”
I dropped my pants and walked up to the painting. I grinned at the camera, and then I spread my pussy to pee all over the artwork. My piss blasted a hole straight through the canvas. The mountain now had a hole straight through its side. I couldn’t help but laugh at the destruction. My piss utterly obliterated the painting in seconds. It was a soggy mess with a massive hole in the centre. Claire rushed forward to show off some more paintings for me to annihilate. I blasted them with my piss, giving them the same treatment. I destroyed several pieces of precious artwork, and I loved it.
I stacked up several paintings in a pile so I could hang my butt over them and release. I didn’t look at the destruction I was causing. I stared at the wall feeling sweet relief for thirty seconds before I turned around to see what I had wrought. If I hadn’t known they used to be paintings, I would have been clueless. There was nothing left but a sodden pile of trash on the floor. My puddle had spread across the entire width of the room.
I still needed to go pretty bad. Not as bad as in the morning, but I figured I had a minute worth of pee left in me. There were shelves with tags and stuff on the walls. I walked up so I could soak them in a rain of piss. Then I created a big puddle in the floor. I grabbed another painting and made a show of trying to clean up the mess with it. I swung my hips around; blasting the wall with another stream of pee. I was starting to get a little low, so I looked for one last thing to ruin.
There was a computer in the very back. It was probably used for cataloguing. I got up on the desk it was on and hung my ass over it. I let out a twenty second gush of piss until I was empty. I grinned at the remains. There was no way that computer was going to work again.
I smiled at the phone. “That was Amazon Mom, people.” stated Claire. “I know you wish she was pissing on your cocks, but until then, keep jerking.” I stuck my tongue out before she turned the phone off.
“I’m going to need you to record me on during this next one.” said Claire. “Be careful. We don’t want to be caught.”
We left the room. Claire checked to make sure the coast was clear first. Then she led me to the centre of the gallery. It was still early, so the place was almost empty. Claire walked up to one of the paintings. She had switched into a short skirt after the last outing. I turned on the phone, keeping it low so no one would see it.
“This is Ravenbitch.” whispered Claire. “I can’t talk too loud in case any bastards hear me.” She gave the phone the peace sign. “Sit back and enjoy the show.”
Claire sidled closer to the painting; a scene of a man lounging on a boat. It looked like a nice piece of work, not that I could really tell. Claire lifted her skirt a little. She wasn’t wearing any panties. There weren’t ropes, so she could get really close to the artwork. Claire positioned herself so her pussy was an inch away from the painting.
Claire held her vagina open so she could squirt a few spurts of piss onto the painting. She wasn’t very good at peeing standing up, so most of it went on her legs. She still got enough on the painting for it to show. The colours ran where Claire’s piss had defiled the artwork. It would be very difficult to repair. Claire tried again, with similar success. The painting was ruined now, but Claire had a decent amount of piss on her legs.
Claire wandered away to a second painting, which she gave the same treatment. This time ruining the image of children playing on a beach. I made sure to get it all on camera. Then Claire walked over to a statue in the middle of the room.
It was a statue of a marble woman holding a globe. Claire stood for a second as if she were admiring it. The she squatted down. She pretended to adjust her boot, but the phone caught the vile act she was actually perpetrating
Claire slid her skirt up an inch when she squatted down and began peeing on the base of the statue. Her stream was better directed from her squatting position. She was creating a big puddle on the floor next to the statue. I wondered what sitting in piss would do to hundred year old marble. Claire rose from where she was kneeling after about twenty five seconds. She pressed her vagina against the side of the statue. Claire sighed as she peed against it. With her pussy in contact with the statue, she couldn't miss. Claire created a stream of piss flowing down the side of the statue. Leaving a massive stain on the otherwise pristine marble.
Claire’s stream slowly came to an end. No one had appeared to apprehend us, so I suspected we had gotten away with our naughty acts. Claire grinned wickedly as she posed for the phone.
“I hope that felt as good for you as it did for me.” she said. She blew the phone a kiss, which was my queue to turn it off.
Claire looked around from side to side. “Let’s get out of here.” she whispered. “Someone could stumble onto us any second now.”
“One minute.” I insisted. I handed the phone back to Claire. “Record me for a few seconds.”
Claire did as I asked. I moved up to the statue. I pulled the front of my pants down enough to hang my pussy over the edge. I was thankful I was wearing spandex. I held my vagina open and sprayed a gush of piss on the statue for ten seconds. When was empty I pulled my pants back up. Claire gasped, and then she began to laugh.
We hurried out of the gallery as soon as I was finished. I was a lot more obvious about what I had done then Claire. Fortunately, no one stopped us on our way out. I had gotten some piss all over my pants. I was going to need a change of clothing.
Claire noticed me checking out the damage in the car. “Don’t worry. You’re going to want a skirt for the next location anyways.” She handed me a nice red one from the back. “Let’s go fill up.”
“Of course.” I replied.
We drove out of the art gallery’s parking lot. We still had two more locations to christen. I was getting excited.
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This contains extreme vandalism. If that's not your thing, don't read it. This is the first in another multi-part series. It is a continuation of my previous story In My Room. If you want to read that here is a link. In My Room I finished this part yesterday, but didn't feel like editing it until now.
I was standing in the kitchen, nervously drinking from a bottle of water. I would normally never be up this early, but Claire was insistent we had to leave before five if we wanted to make the most of the day. She had several locations in mind. The first one was time sensitive.
I should introduce myself. My name is Lillian. I’m thirty eight, six foot three and muscular. I have black hair, massive tits and a big ass. I’m often told I look like a modern day Amazon. I live alone with my son, but my sister, Sarah, has been staying with us recently. Not long ago I found out my sister was peeing in my son’s room, but I had to go so bad I did as well! I know. I’m bad. It reminded me of the things I did as a young woman.
When I was younger, I used to enjoy peeing in the locker room after boxing practice. When I got a bit older I was even wilder. I used to get into all sorts of trouble. I was pretty good at peeing standing up before I became “respectable.” I’d left my wild past behind fourteen years ago.
I married a man with a good job and settled down to raise a family. Everything was great until six months ago when my husband died in an accident. I guess I never stopped blaming my son for it, which is why peeing in his room was so fun. The fact he’s a lazy pain in the ass also helps contribute to the fun factor.
This all leads to today. My niece Vanessa is staying at our house with two of her friends. One is her girlfriend, the other is a young cam girl named Claire. Claire is the gothic type. She wears leather and makeup, has tattoos and piercings, the whole works.
Anyways, Claire specializes in pissing. She suggested I could make a lot of money if I got into the business. I didn’t need the money, but something inside me wanted to do it. I hadn’t embraced that side of myself for a long while. I didn’t want to be seen peeing in my son’s room on the internet, so Claire said she would find some other places for us to go for some naughty pees.
Claire came into the kitchen as I finished my water. There was already a pressure in my bladder. I hoped the first location wasn’t too far. I could last for a while, but you never knew how bad traffic would be.
“Are you ready?” asked Claire.
“Y-yes.” I managed. It was hard talking about this.
Claire led the way out to the car. I was driving, but she knew where to go. My eyes were locked on her ass. Every time I saw Claire I couldn’t help but remember when she masturbated herself to a furious orgasm while watching me pee.
I climbed into the driver seat as Claire got into shotgun. Claire was absentmindedly rubbing her pussy through her skirt. She stuck her tongue out at me when she saw I was watching.
“How many places are we going today?” I asked.
“I have four spots in mind.” replied Claire. “I hope that’s alright with you?”
“I’ll be fine as long as we have lots to drink.”
Claire grinned. “I can promise you that.”
Claire gave instructions as I drove. She wouldn’t tell me where we were going. She said the surprise was one of the best parts. I was expecting a park or something. When Claire had us pull into a shopping complex I was shocked.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
Claire just smiled. “I know a guy.”
It was easy to find a parking spot. The place was practically empty. The mall wasn’t even open yet. I had been wondering if Claire planned to go in a changing room or something, but that didn’t make any sense.
We climbed out of the car. Claire hurried over to the entrance of the mall. I noticed she was clutching her crotch as she ran. The poor girl must be bursting. A security guard opened the door and walked out to meet us. I prepared to book it, but he didn’t look upset. Instead he was grinning from ear to ear.
Claire stopped in front of the man. “This is Jack.” she introduced. “He’s a fan of my videos. He agreed to let us into the mall so we could have our fun.”
Jack checked me out while I did the same. He was tall and muscular. Although, I was still a few inches taller than him. He had absolute confidence in his motions. I would place him somewhere in his early thirties. The cropped hair cut and clean, spotless uniform made me think military.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you ma’am.” said Jack. He held his hand out. I took it and gave him a firm shake. He seemed impressed. He pointed to the doors. “This way ladies.”
“Aren’t the other security guards?” I asked.
Jack shook his head. “This mall has always skimped on the detail. I’m the only one here this morning.”
“Jack’s also going to fill in for our cameraman.” explained Claire as we walked into the building.
She handed Jack the case she had brought with her. Claire said she wanted a good camera for the first location. We might have to use a phone for a few of the other sites. Phones were more discreet than the beast Jack took from her. He removed the camera and set it up quickly. In a minute he was ready to shoot, which was good because we were both desperate for a piss.
“We have three hours before anyone else shows up.” said Jack. “You should have time for a couple pisses if you manage your time correctly.”
“I know where I want to go.” said Claire. She looked at me. “I think we can use the first store together. Then we can look for stores which strike us each individually while we wait for our bladders to fill again.”
Claire led Jack through the mall. It took her a few minutes to find the store she was looking for. She stopped in front of the mall’s GameStop and pointed. My face turned a bright red. I knew for I fact I’d taken my son to this store before. Now Claire wanted me to pee in it?
“This is the spot.” stated Claire. “You ready, Lily?”
“To be honest, if I don’t go in here I’m probably going to wet myself.” I admitted. I reminded myself this wasn’t the worst thing I’d done.
Jack unlocked the store for us so we could go inside. Before we did Claire motioned for me to stand next to her. Jack stood in front with the camera ready. He began to count us down. I could barely stare at the camera. Was I really doing this? I tried to hold in my fear, but I wanted to run away. Claire slapped my ass which jolted me out of my funk. Jack turned the camera on. We were recording. I swallowed my butterflies.
“This is Ravenbitch with a new friend!” exclaimed Claire. She gestured to me. “This is my friend’s cousin’s mom. You can call her Amazon Mom.” We’d spent a while discussing what my name would be and had finally settled on that. The one Claire had originally wanted was a lot more vulgar. “We’re here in the local mall to spread some of our patented pissing pleasure. This is just the first stop of our trip so don’t put your cocks away too soon!”
Jack swung the camera around to show we were in fact in a mall. Then he zoomed out to show the store we were in front of.
“I figured this would be a good place to get our game on.” said Claire. “Have you ever played with games?” she asked.
“N-no.” I replied.
Claire laughed. “There’s a first time for everything.” She spun to the camera. “We’re going to fuck this place up.”
Claire strode into the GameStop. I followed behind her. Claire started stripping slowly in front of the camera. I took my clothes of as well, but she made it look more natural. I was an old woman trying her hand at a young woman’s game. I felt as if my blush was spreading over my entire body as I got my boobs and butt out for the whole world to see. Jack’s cock stiffening in his pants as he watched me didn’t help.
Soon the only thing Claire wore were the heavy leather boots she had brought. She’d made me bring a pair of my own, but I wasn’t wearing them.
Claire jumped over the counter and grabbed a key from somewhere. She walked over to a case filled with small cartridges. I didn’t know anything about video games, but I thought I’d seen my son walking around with a few of them before.
Claire pulled the games out of the case and threw them on the floor. She gathered them all up in a pile. Claire stared directly at the camera and bit her lip. She put one finger in her mouth before giving an evil smile.
“I think I know where I’m going.” she stated.
Claire slowly lowered herself down until her vagina was a hanging inches away from the cartridges. Her pee began soft, then quickly intensified. She was blasting piss all over the little games. The games were pushed around by her pee stream. They floated over and spread around the floor. Claire giggled as she made her naughty toilet. She peed on the games for a good thirty seconds before she halted her flow. Seeing her pee had made my need ever more urgent.
Claire smiled at the camera then began jumping up and down on the cartridges. Her heavy leather boots showed them no mercy; they were crushed under her feet. The cracking noises I heard made my nipples harden. I remembered being into this kind of stuff when I was young. To know it still turned me on was something.
After she was finished destroying the games, Claire hung her ass over a bin which held a bunch more in plastic cases. It said something about them being used on the card. Claire began to empty the rest of her bladder into these games. She gasped as she soaked the games thoroughly with her piss. She smiled open mouthed as she did it. I felt my pussy grow slightly wet at the sight.
Claire only managed another twenty seconds before she hopped off the bin. She’d left a pool of piss at the bottom of the bin. Claire shook her ass, sending droplets of piss raining down to the floor. She wiped her pussy with one hand and licked the drips from her fingers.
I was looking for a place to relieve myself. I was filled to the bursting. I knew how big my bladder was. It was going to be a mess. Claire stopped me before I could find my location.
“You guys have to see this.” she stated.
Claire jumped back behind the counter and grabbed another game. This one had a cowboy on the cover. She tore the plastic off it and removed the disk. Claire grabbed several more games, removing their disks the same way.
“Can you piss standing up?” she asked. I managed to nod in response. “Watch this.” instructed Claire. She held the disk out in front of me. “Pee.”
I figured out what she wanted. I aimed my pussy towards the disk and let out a spurt of piss. I piss hard. I don’t know how, but the piss that fires out of my pussy is like nothing else you’ve ever seen. My piss shot out of my cunt and hit the disk so hard it couldn’t handle it. The force of my pee snapped the disk in half. I immediately ceased my stream once the first disk was destroyed. Claire clapped her hands and got another disk. She had me destroy half a dozen games this way. Every time she threw the broken disk away and grabbed another one for me to blast to pieces. I was starting to get turned on. Soon the pile she had gathered was gone, but my bladder had barely been tapped.
I tilted back, aiming my pussy at the shelves filled with games. I fired a stream of piss at the rows. My pee splattered all over the games. I heard a cracking noise as one of the cases broke. Several of the games were pushed off the wall by the force of my pee. I peed all over the games for twenty seconds before I stopped. I almost managed to hit the top shelf at my furthest, although I didn’t have the best angle.
Claire had grabbed a couple cardboard boxes with what I thought were called consoles in them. I squatted over them, subjecting the consoles to a further wave of my piss. The boxes didn’t last long. I was soon peeing full force over the consoles themselves. Claire was rubbing her tits as she watched me destroy the electronics with my pee.
After peeing on the consoles for thirty seconds I still wasn't done. I guess I had half my bladder left. I knew where I wanted to go. I climbed up on the counter and stood facing the rest of the store. My nipples were rock hard.
I sprayed my piss as hard and far as it could go. I managed to reach the doorway with my furthest squirt. I turned my deluge’s wrath over every shelf I could hit. I sprayed piss over the entire store as I swiveled back and forth. Claire was standing in the way of my spray, but she didn’t try to dodge. She received a coating of piss, she seemed to enjoy it. I rained piss down on the store for a full minute before my bladder ran dry. There was scarcely a patch in the GameStop which wasn’t coated in my piss.
Claire began throwing games off the shelves. She made a huge pile of merchandise in the centre of the room, then began to crush it with her boots. We knocked over shelves and smashed everything we could get our hands on. The store was in tatters by the time we left.
“That was round one.” said Claire to the camera. “We’ll see you soon.” She blew a kiss to the camera.
As soon as Jack turned the camera off, he sagged. “That was incredible.” he sighed. “I came in my pants watching you piss off the counter.”
“I’m with him.” agreed Claire.
I looked back at the destruction we had caused. “Are you going to get in trouble for this?” I asked.
Jack shrugged. “Maybe, but it’s my last day. I can just say I was slacking and someone snuck in. I lose a reference, but it’s worth it.”
Jack led us over to the food court where we got refills. Then we set about looking for another store. I didn’t know what I was looking for. Claire insisted I would know when I saw it, but I wasn’t sure. What kind of store would grab my attention?
We walked around the store naked. Claire was able to convince me to put on the leather boots she had brought. I didn’t want to walk around the mall in my bare feet. Jack had a great time watching us.
“I wonder what it would feel like to be peed on by you.” he pondered as he stared at my ass. I couldn’t help but blush.
“I bet it would hurt.” pointed out Claire. She had only received the edge of my stream
“That’s what I’m guessing.” said Jack. “I’d still do it.”
I tried to focus on looking for a store to perform my naughty act. I was about to give up when one store called out to me. It was something I hadn’t thought about for years, but it was the perfect match. Claire wanted to go first. She’d already picked out a store a while ago. She just had to wait until her bladder filled up again.
She was bursting about an hour after we destroyed the GameStop. I was pretty full myself. I had a much bigger bladder than Claire, but I chugged a lot of water to fill it up.
Claire walked back to the store she had found earlier. It had a similar name to the last one. This one was called Game Workshop, but instead of video games there appeared to be a lot of toys inside. Claire told Jack to turn the camera on.
“This is Ravenbitch and Amazon Mom again.” she told the camera. “We’ve both picked out our stores. I’m going to turn this Games Workshop into a pissing workshop.”
Claire went into the store. She grabbed boxes filled with figures and took them to the back. There was a massive map set on a table. Two huge armies were faced off across it. Claire climbed up on top of the map and started dumping more figures all over it. She threw the boxes on the floor before squatting down. Claire grinned at the camera.
“I’ve always wanted to do this.” she admitted.
Claire started peeing on the map. Her piss ran down a plastic mountain and washed over an army of figures in strange bulky suits. Her piss knocked them over, sending the army sliding down the mountainside. Claire turned her piss on the other army next; a swarm of green monsters. She pushed them around with wicked glee. Then she peed on the pile of figures she had poured on the table.
Claire’s pee sprayed off the hard plastic, sending splatters every which way. Claire looked content as she drowned both sides in piss. She peed a hard stream for a minute before she was done. Then she held her hand out for me.
I took Claire hand and stepped up on the map. It creaked under my mass. Claire started jumping up and down, so I followed suit. The map couldn’t take it. This abuse was too much. The plastic was cracking under the weight of our feet. We crushed every bit of the map we could. I have to admit it was fun to destroy something a lot of time had been put into.
“That was my piss.” said Claire. “Now let’s see where Amazon Mom wants to pee.”
We left the Games Workshop after destroying the big map. I knew where I wanted to go, but I was giving Claire the same treatment she had given me. Despite her numerous requests, I refused to tell her until we got there. Jack turned the camera off while we walked. He got a bit of our conversation first. Claire was surprised when I showed her the location I had in mind.
“A music store?” She asked. “I didn’t take you to be the type.”
I cocked my head. “Why’s that?”
Claire shrugged. “You don’t look like the musical type.”
I snorted. “I used to be in a band, you know.”
Claire’s mouth dropped. She looked me up and down. I didn’t know what she found so surprising. I might not look artsy, but I had quite the career.
“What was it called?” asked Claire.
I hesitated for a minute before responding. “Brides of the Jungle.”
If Claire’s mouth dropped any harder I worried it would come off. “Holy shit! You’re not just Amazon Mom, you’re fucking Amazon.” She gave me the once over. “I didn’t recognize you without the makeup. You guys were fucking legendary.”
I smiled under her praise. It had been a long time since I had gone by Amazon. I had been a member of a four girl punk band. I’d started the band the day I got out of high school. We’d gotten into more trouble than I could remember. I was way worse than Claire when I was her age. We ended up in the papers several times. All the punks loved us; everyone else thought we were menaces.
“Shit.” muttered Jack. “I went to a few of your concerts.”
Claire leaned over. “I heard you got arrested for beating up a boxer once.”
I laughed. “Yeah, his name was Mark Sago. He was a light heavyweight contender or something, thought he could get handsy with me. I’ve done a fair share of boxing myself, so I gave him a surprise.” I smiled. “It’s funny you should mention that. It’s how I met my husband.”
“How so?” asked Claire.
“Well, I didn’t have the money to pay for a lawyer so I was going to go in there all on my own.” I explained. “My husband was a lawyer. He saw me and offered to take on my case pro bono. He looked at the evidence for an hour and had me off on self defense. It helped the only person who wanted to press charges was Mark’s manager.”
“Your husband was a lawyer?” said Jack.
I nodded. “Yeah. I found out later he’d just helped one of the mob’s top hitmen walk.” I sighed, remembering my late husband. “He gave me a ride home and well...one thing led to another. I ended up pregnant. I tried to keep the band going, but there were too many commitments.”
“If your husband was a hotshot lawyer, why do you need money so bad?” questioned Claire.
“To be honest I don’t” I stated. “I wanted to do this. I just needed convincing.”
“Why do you live in that old house?” carried on Claire.
“It was his mother’s.” I explained. “I’ve never liked the place, but it reminds me of him. I couldn’t move.”
Claire nodded, then she asked. “What happened to the other members?”
I frowned. I didn’t like to think about my old band mates much. They were from a different time in my life.
“Boa went the same root as me. She’s married with two kids and lives in a mansion in New York.” I said. “Animal is still in the scene. She’s with some band called Animal Phallus now.” I paused. It had been years since I had spoken with any of them, but we kept tabs on each other.
“What about Savage?” pressed Jack.
“She OD’d back in 2008.” I stated. “She never could kick the habit.”
“Sorry to hear that.” said Claire.
“She never did want to be an old woman.” I muttered. I put on a smile. “Now am I going to piss in this music store or what?”
Jack unlocked the door for me. He set the camera up and told me to roll. Remembering my past gave me a sense of confidence I wasn’t expecting. I stepped in front of Claire before she could do her introduction.
“I’m Amazon Mom.” I nodded behind me. “I know you want to see me fuck this place up.”
Claire’s nipples were like razors as we walked inside. I checked the equipment. They had some nice stuff in here. I picked up an electric guitar and plugged it into an amp. I’d made sure to stay in practice over the years; both in music and boxing. I never played in front of my son, but I often went out to practice late at night.
I tuned the guitar and put the strap over my shoulder. I started with a simple riff before I began getting more intense. Claire started dancing to the music as I shook my head back and forth. Then, while still playing, I started peeing full force on the floor.
My piss sprayed out of me, splattering against the floor and my legs. I wasn’t holding my labia, but this wasn’t the first time I’d peed while playing a guitar. I knew how to angle myself just right. It was like riding a bicycle.
I strode through the store while blasting the floor with piss. I turned my pussy to pee against the rows of amps I wasn’t using. My piss smashed against them. I doubted they would ever work the same. I knew how susceptible amps were to liquid. I walked down a row of instruments and sprayed them with my urine. Flutes, clarinets, guitars, they were all the same to me as I used them for my toilet. I tiled my cunt up to fill the inside of one nice classic guitar.
Claire followed behind me, swinging widely to the music. I walked over to a drum set and gave it a dose of my piss. The cymbals clattered under the stream. A coating was left on top of each drum when I finished. I had made sure to grab the longest cord the store had. I hopped up on a piano stool so I could pee all over the keys. I loved watching my yellow waist pour over the pristine white keys.
I was leaving a trail of piss everywhere I went. I walked up to the music books at the back and gave them a thorough soaking. The books couldn’t stand up to my assault. They curled up and were ripped apart by the force of my stream.
I knew I was running low, so I used a stool to get up on top of the counter-I never stopped peeing. Claire stood below me as I blasted her with the last of my bladder. She cried out in joy as my pee washed over her tits and hair. I only had ten seconds of pee to splatter over her, but every second of pee from me was a fire hose. It wasn’t just how long I peed. It was how hard. Claire was drenched when I finished.
I threw the guitar on the floor. I jumped down next to Claire. Without warning I swept her off her feet into my arms. I carried her like a husband holding a newly-wed to the camera. Claire wrapped her arms around my chest. I stopped in front of Jack and stared into the lens.
“This is Amazon Mom and Ravenbitch signing off.” I stated. I stuck my tongue out at the camera. “Keep on jerking.”
I walked past Jack. He held the camera on my ass as I cared Claire away. He turned it off after a few moments and hurried after me. I could see his cock was rock hard. I smiled down at Claire. I could see she was enjoying herself.
“Why didn’t you ever get any tattoos?” she asked.
“No design ever caught my attention.” I replied. “I used to have all sorts of piercings. Those have mostly healed.”
“I noticed.” said Claire.
I carried her all the way back to the GameStop where we had abandoned our clothes. Claire ran into a nearby clothing store to wipe off with some of their wares. She threw me a cute t-shirt to clean up the piss that had gotten on me. I wiped myself down before I flung the shirt on the floor.
The two of us got dressed. Claire gave Jack a big kiss before we left. I wonder how long it will be until her isn’t masturbating to memories of us. He’s probably going to be the first person to buy all our videos.
We climbed back into the car. I checked the time. It was only eight o’clock. We had plenty of time to hit up our next few stops.
“Where to next?” I asked.
“You’ll have to wait and find out.” replied Claire.
I hit the gas and left the mall behind. I’d never forget what we’d done inside. It was one of the naughtier things I’d done.
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The next story I'm going to write is a direct continuation of this, but it's not in Isaac's room so I'm going to post it in a different topic. There's no poop in this one.
My mom didn’t use my room as her personal toilet nearly as often as my aunt did. Still, often late at night she would come into my room to piss all over my floor. The two of them mostly kept their piss to the floor and on my toys. My room still smelled like a public toilet, but I made sure to pick up as many of my toys as I could so they didn’t receive a coating of piss.
Then my cousin, Vanessa, came to visit. It was a week after the fiasco with the broken toilet when we got the news she was coming with a few of her friends. My aunt drove out to pick her up at the airport while my mom stayed with me.
They arrived later in the evening. My cousin had brought two of her friends. My cousin is around the same height as my aunt, but her father was black so they don’t look that similar. One of her friends was a tall black girl named Jessica who was into mma. She’s already fought three times and won them all. The last of the group was Clair. She was around five six and more of the gothic type. She had black hair, piercings and tattoos all over her body, and heavy white makeup on her face. All three of them were in their first year of university.
Jessica and Vanessa were girlfriends so they were taking my aunt’s room. My aunt was moving down to the couch while Clair was staying in my room. I didn’t know what that meant, but my room wasn’t pretty.
I was sitting in the living room playing a board game when they came in. Jessica walked over to where I was sitting. She crouched down behind me.
“What are you playing?” she asked.
“Risk.” I replied. Turning back to my game.
A stream of liquid shot past me and fell onto the board. I turned back in shock. Jessica had parted her legs and was pissing on my board game! She let out a sigh as she drained her bladder. My cousin saw the scene and hurried over.
“Good idea!” she said.
She stood astride my game and pissed on it. She was wearing a dress so the piss had a straight line to fall down on the board. The two of them were pissing full force all over my game. Their pee spread across the surface, pushing the little men around. They laughed when they saw this and directed their streams to blast as many little men as possible. Needless to say when they were finished my game was ruined.
“I’ve been holding that the whole car ride.” sighed Vanessa. She grinned wickedly at her girlfriend. “Let’s go upstairs.”
My mom saw the damage. “I told you girls not to piss outside Isaac’s room!” The two girls hurried upstairs with unconvincing apologies.
“Kids will be kids.” said my aunt. “Since there’s already a mess…” She walked over and added her own contribution to the puddle. “You’d better clean that up later.” She told me.
Claire walked over to me and threw her bag my way. “Catch, big man.” she said. I got her bag and took it upstairs for her.
“How old are you?” asked Claire as we climbed the stairs.
“Sixteen.” I replied. I got asked a lot because I looked young for my age.
We both walked into my room and looked around. “I know it’s a mess.” I stated. “It’s not my fault.”
Claire put her hand on my shoulder. “It’s fine, just how I like it.” She pulled her phone out of her pocket and handed it to me. “I need you to film me.”
“Doing what?” I asked.
“Pissing all over your room of course!” replied Claire. “Vanessa told me about your room and I knew I could get some great videos. I’m a cam girl you know. I specialize in piss.”
“And you want me to record you?” I said.
Claire nodded. “Yep. Now hurry, I really gotta piss. That was a long ride.”
I knew there was nothing I could do. Claire was going to piss in my room regardless. If I filmed it at least I could watch. If I refused Claire would probably just get my cousin and they’d make sure to make my life a living hell for it.
I turned her phone on and started recording. Claire smiled for the camera.
“Hey piss lovers, this is Ravenbitch.” she began. “I’m at my friend’s cousin’s house. His parents are letting me piss all over his room.” Claire stared over the camera at me. “Show them the room.”
I obeyed, spinning the camera around to show off everything I owned. I then returned the camera to Clair.
“Her cousin is filming me right now.” Claire explained. “I’m desperate for a piss.” She clutched her legs together and held her crotch. My cock got hard. Claire gave a wicked smile. “But where should I go?”
She looked around the room. She somehow managed to look innocent while looking for a place to relieve herself.
“I think I’ll go on that pile of stuffed animals to start with.” decided Claire.
She walked over to the pile and lifted her leather skirt. She pulled down a pair of black panties, showing off a shaved pussy. I noticed that her lips had a silver ring piercing them. Claire crouched down over the pile. She stuck her tongue out and flashed the peace sign. Then she started to pee.
Claire didn’t have the monster gush of my mom, but she was peeing a steady stream. The bear on top of the pile was receiving a thorough soaking. Claire moved her stream to soak some of the other stuffed animals in the pile. A deer and a crocodile received the brunt of her attention. She picked up another bear and held it up to her pussy. It turned sodden in her hands.
Claire kept flicking her eyes from the camera to the pile below her. She was clearly enjoying her naughty piss. She sighed in relief when she finished. She had gone for most of a minute. The pile under her was covered in her piss.
“That felt great.” she told the camera. “I’m going to be here for a while, so if you have any suggestions I’d love to hear them.”
Claire blew the camera a kiss and motioned for me to shut it off. I did as she asked. She walked over to me and took her phone back. She sat down on the bed to watch the video. I sat next to her, watching it as well. God, she made my penis hard. Something about the way she acted was different than my aunt or mom. Not to mention the fact we weren’t related.
Claire put her arm around my shoulders. “You’re a good cameraman. We’re going to shoot some great footage together.”
I don’t know why, but for the first time I was actually looking forward to seeing someone piss in my room.
“I’m going to get some water.” said Claire. “Gotta fill up the old bladder.”
Claire left the room, returning a few minutes later with a few bottles. She spent the next twenty minutes sitting on my bed drinking. Then she got a laptop out of her bag so she could talk with someone online. She was wearing headphones so I couldn’t hear what the other person was saying, but I could hear her side of the conversation.
“Yeah, I’m filling up right now.”
“You want to see it? There’s not much yet.”
Claire pulled her shirt up to show a slight bulge in her belly. He must have said something funny, because she laughed.
“I’m not sure how possible that would be, but I can try.”
“Love you, baby.”
Claire closed the laptop. She went back to drinking water. After fifteen minutes she was clutching her bladder. I was playing my 3ds while watching her out of the corner of my eye. After another minute she got up.
“Ready for round two?” she asked. “This is the last one tonight.”
I nodded before taking her phone from her. Claire walked over to my bookshelf and stared at it. I held my phone up when she indicated I should start filming.
“This is Ravenbitch. I’m in my friend’s cousin’s room again.” said Claire. “I had a request to piss on his bookshelf, but I’m not quite sure how I’m going to pull it off.”
Claire tried to angle herself with her skirt pulled up. She found she couldn't do it, so she stripped from the waist down. She spread her pussy lips and tried peeing on my bookshelf. She pissed a brief stream which fell down her legs. Claire stopped the stream and laughed.
“That didn’t work.”
Claire tilted her head as she tried to figure out how to get her urine on my bookshelf. She put one foot on a shelf while leaning over so her pussy was only a few inches away from the books. That way she couldn’t miss.
“I think this should work better.” said Claire.
She held her breath for a second before she started peeing on my books. Her piss splashed down upon the row of pristine novels, despoiling them utterly. Claire laughed as she coated my bookshelf in piss.
“Get a close up!” she instructed.
I hurried over and held the camera near her crotch so the stream could be seen hitting the books. Claire was pissing much harder this time, perhaps to guarantee she got it over the books and not her legs.
“Fuck, I love this.” sighed Claire.
She tried to swivel and dowse more books, but she had a hard time moving. She almost slipped a few times. Claire had to settle for absolutely destroying a small section of my collection. She peed for another minute. The books in front of her pussy were no match for her stream. Her piss seeped through them to soak the books around them.
Claire hopped down from the bookshelf. She wiped herself on a stuffed animal and turned to the camera.
“How’d you like that piss lovers?” she asked. “I’m going to bed now, but I’ll be sure to give the rest of his room a thorough soaking. Stay tuned.”
Claire blew another kiss before motioning for me to turn off the camera. She took the phone from me so she could watch her newest video. After she was finished she smiled at me.
“I think that’s enough for the night.” said Claire. It was already past midnight.
Claire started stripping out of her clothes. She was already naked from the waist down, but my jaw nearly dropped when she took off her shirt to bare everything to the world. She had great pierced tits. I wanted to touch them, but she just lay back on the bed. I had a sleeping bag set up on the floor.
Claire rooted around in her bag and pulled out a massive dildo. There was no way she was planning to…? The thought was cut off when Claire started furiously masturbating on my bed. I climbed into my sleeping bag and started jerking off. Just listening to her moan was enough to explode my load all over my sleeping bag. I stayed awake long enough to hear Claire come to her conclusion. We both drifted off to sleep.
We woke up in the morning when everyone else did. There was bustling through the hallways as everyone tried to get into the shower first. This was followed by cursing from the ones who didn’t. Claire stretched out like a cat when she got out of my bed. She was still naked as the day she was born.
“Sleep well, big man?’ she asked.
I nodded.
I was going to say something more, but there was a knock on the door. Claire walked over and opened it up. My mom was standing there. She looked nervous. She was briefly shocked by Claire’s appearance.
“What do you want?” asked Claire.
“Oh...well…” mumbled my mom.
“Speak up.” requested Claire.
“Vanessa and Jessica are in the bathroom.” explained my mom. “I think they’re having sex in there. They’re taking forever and I really need to pee.”
Claire looked around the room. “You don’t need my permission.”
My mom looked embarrassed as she entered. Claire watched with obvious interest, but when my mom squatted down she jumped in.
“You’re not going to pee on the floor, are you?” said Claire.
“I was planning on it.” admitted my mom.
“That’s boring!” protested Claire. “Wait there, I’ll get you some stuff.”
Claire walked around my room to gather a few items. My mom watched her with a look of curiosity painted on her face. Claire grabbed my Highlander blu-ray, a white stuffed cat, my Dungeons and Dragons 5e Player's Handbook and a set of power ranger action figures.
Claire set the handbook on the floor spine first with the pages open to the world. She put the blu-ray in the centre of the book after removing it from the case, which she tossed away. Then she set the power rangers in a circle around the blu-ray so they looked like they were guarding it. She made the red ranger ride the stuffed cat.
“Pee on that.” instructed Claire.
My mom stared at the toys for a moment. “I’m not sure I can.”
“Come on.” insisted Claire. She heckled my mom until she agreed.
My mom squatted over Claire’s design. She sat there with her mouth open for a minute before she began blasting my toys with her powerful morning piss. The green ranger was the first one to receive her attention. He was knocked clean across the room by the initial surge. The pink ranger fell next, followed by blue. My mom seemed to enjoy aiming for each ranger. She tilted her pussy to hit the red ranger right in his chest, knocking him off his mount. The cat’s white fur was stained yellow. Her piss sprayed across the floor and nearly hit my foot.
Claire was watching my mom’s piss with glee. She stroked her tits and ran a finger through her slit as my mom released her bladder.
My player’s handbook was receiving a healthy dose of urine; the pages becoming sodden under the constant deluge. I don’t know how, but the pressure of mom’s piss was enough to break my Highlander blu-ray in half. Claire let out an ecstatic gasp when that happened. My mom started flipping through the manual so she could soak as many pages as possible. Some of the pages were so soaked they fell apart in her hands. The book was completely ruined by the time she was done.
My mom peed a torrent for at least a minute and a half. They puddle she left on the floor was nothing less than massive. Claire came to a furious orgasm before my mother even finished. My mom stood up from her makeshift toilet. She seemed embarrassed about the effect it had on Claire.
“I’ve never seen anyone piss like that.” admitted Claire. “I thought I had a big bladder.”
“I’ve seen her piss longer.” I admitted.
Claire looked at me with wide eyes. She turned back to my mom and smiled. “You know, if you did that on camera you could make a lot of money.”
My mom actually hesitated for a second. “I could never do that. I don’t want to be seen peeing in my son’s room.”
“It doesn’t have to be in your son’s room.” pointed out Claire.
My mom froze again. “...No-no, I couldn’t.”
“Think about it.” insisted Claire.
My mom made her way out of my room. Claire held her vagina. I knew my room was about to receive another bladder’s worth of piss. There was something I had to take care of before I could record her.
“Do you think Vanessa’s done in the bathroom now?” I asked.
“Why?” replied Claire.
“I need to pee.” I explained.
Claire looked at me like I was crazy. “You mean you don’t pee in your own room?” I shook my head. “Why not?” she demanded.
“Because I don’t want to destroy my own things.” I stated.
Claire strode over to me. She stared up into my eyes. I was standing inches away from a naked girl. My cock was rock solid. Claire reached down and unbuckled my pants. She gently pulled my penis out from where it lay.
“You’re going to pee in your room.” she commanded. There was no arguing with her. “I’ve always wanted to aim a guy’s dick while he peed. I’ve never met the right guy before.”
Claire led me over to my bookshelf and pointed my cock at the upper rows. She stood there for a second waiting for me to pee. When I didn’t do anything she let go of my cock. Claire put her hands on her hips and stared at me.
“What’s the problem?” she asked.
“I don’t want to pee on my bookshelf.” I replied.
“You’ll pee wherever I want you to.” said Claire. “If you’re a good boy I’ll give you a present.”
I was intrigued by what she offered. Most of my shelf was already destroyed. It wasn’t like the rest of it was going to last long. I had a big bladder. I couldn’t match my mom, but I could give Claire a run for her money.
Claire directed my penis and I focused. It was hard to let go. I was standing in my room in front of my shelf with a rock hard cock, but I tried my best. It took me a minute before the first stream of piss shot out over my books. Claire laughed as she directed the stream up to the very top shelf. She sprayed it from side to side over as many books as she could.
“You’re so much better at this than me.” she giggled.
Claire turned me and started directing my stream over my racks of games and movies. I wanted to stop because they’d mostly avoided damage so far. (There could only be one which was destroyed first.) I was pissing full force now and couldn’t stop. I’d never developed the skills to halt in the middle of a stream. I could have tried to pull away, but who knew where my piss would go then. Besides, I liked the feeling of Claire’s hand around my dick. Claire ran my piss over my games before she made me pee all over my dresser. My piss splattered all over the place. She was causing a huge mess.
After a minute of destruction, my bladder finally emptied its last burst. Claire let my cock drop and licked her hand.
“I believe a present was promised.” she stated.
Claire lowered herself and started sucking my cock. I was a virgin. I’d never had a woman grab my cock before today, much less suck it. Her mouth felt amazing, like nothing I’d ever experienced before. I tried to hold it, but my cum gushed out of me after a few seconds. Claire swallowed my load with a smile. She licked my cock to clean it off.
“Do you have a round two in you?” asked Claire. She watched my expression. “Maybe you need something to perk it up.”
Claire pushed me down to the ground. I was lying in the middle of my mother’s puddle. The carpet was still warm. Claire spread her pussy lips and started pissing all over my cock. She laughed as I immediately began to stiffen again. Claire directed her stream up my body until she was peeing directly on my face. She was getting piss all over my hair and mouth. Her morning piss was disgustingly bitter. I tried to turn away, but that only made her aim her stream closer.
After around thirty seconds of pissing on me, Claire brought her stream to a halt. She climbed over me to my sleeping bag. She began emptying the rest of her bladder over the bag. She swivelled from side to side, totally drenching the sleeping bag with the rest of her piss.
“It looks like there’s only one bed now.” said Claire. She walked over to me and took a seat on my face. “Lick me clean.” she instructed.
The taste was terrible, but I did what she wanted. She moaned as I stuck my tongue into her vagina, licking away the drops of piss. Claire spurted one last stream of piss directly on my tongue. She giggled at my shocked reaction.
Claire got up and backed over my rock solid cock. She slowly lowered herself down until her pussy engulfed it. It was amazing. She rode my cock as I tried to hold on for dear life. I didn’t manage to last longer than her bladder, but it was better than my first showing. Claire got off my cock and started furiously masturbating.
This soon brought my penis back to life. Claire lowered herself again and rode me until I came a third time. She repeated this until we were both able to reach satisfaction. I felt completely drained by the time we were finished.
Claire lay down on the floor next to me. She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. “We should do this again.” she whispered.
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This is two stories. The first one has a superhero fight which is kind of violent. The second one has a lot of sexual content.
A Hero In Need
Fortuity sat on the rooftop waiting for the villain to appear. She had heard Crimson Silk was in town and she intended to catch him. His string of destruction would be brought to an end. The jewelry store across the street fit his MO perfectly; she just had to wait until he appeared.
The only problem was she’d been waiting on the rooftops for a few hours and the villain hadn’t shown. Her bladder was beginning to hurt. Fortuity was wearing a full body purple spandex outfit, hot, but not the best for a quick pee. If she left to go to the bathroom and Crimson Silk struck, she’d never forgive herself. She couldn't go here, the last thing she needed was the paparazzi catching a hero urinating in public.
Fortuity waited for a while before she was about to give up. She was worried she about to piss herself. Then her vision flashed. She saw Crimson Silk throw a car through the pedestrians on the street to smash the front window of the jewelry store. Who knew how many innocents would be hurt.
That was Fortuity’s power. She could see flashes of danger shortly before they happened. She combined this ability with an arsenal of useful gadgets and martial arts to become a force to be reckoned with.
Fortuity leapt up from where she was hiding. “Everyone, get down!” she yelled to the people below.
She threw a force field generator down to the ground, moments before the car crashed into it. The force field was able to shield the bystanders from harm. Fortuity looked around. Where was Crimson Silk?
Another vision flashed across her field of view. The rooftop she was on consumed in flame, her body burning. Fortuity leapt of the building before it was engulfed in an inferno. Her hover boots cushioned the fall. She landed and rolled out of the way of another flung car. The civilians were already fleeing the scene.
Rolling caused Fortuity’s bladder to scream in protest. She had to stop herself for a second to prevent her pee from gushing out. This gave Crimson Silk time to pinpoint her position. She saw a vision of him dropping from the wall and impaling her. Fortuity threw a smoke bomb and ducked into the nearest building to get out of the way.
She released one of her spy drones so she could watch the villain as she moved further into the building. She ducked behind a cupboard and held her crotch. She didn’t need to pee herself in the middle of a fight. Knowing her luck someone would get a picture. Besides, Crimson Silk would be able to smell her if she did. Her suit was masking her body scent, but peeing herself would almost certainly overwhelm it.
Fortuity watched Crimson Silk search for her on her holovisor. There were several nearby buildings she could have ducked into from where she had been standing. He had wasted time setting up his ambush.
Another villain entered the frame. Fortuity recognized the villainess from the files she had read. Igneous; a killer with a penchant for targeting heroes. She had fire powers, hot enough to turn an entire street into lava. Fortuity didn’t want to take her on in a straight fight. She wished she’d known Crimson Silk had picked up a partner.
Igneous was wearing a suit of armor which appeared as if it was made of molten rocks. Her red hair was dampened by ash and soot. Crimson Silk was wearing a red outfit which resembled a soldier’s uniform. He had a red spider mask on his face.
“Come out little hero!” called Igneous. “We’ll find you!”
“Why not just torch the entire street?” asked Crimson Silk.
Igneous laughed. “You know I want to watch her face while she fries. There’s only one way I like heroes, well done.”
Igneous and Crimson Silk were walking closer together. If Fortuity had been more focused she might have been able to take advantage of the situation. However, she was too distracted by her pressing need to relieve herself to be proactive.
“I don’t know.” said Crimson Silk. “I rather like them tied, gagged, and filled with poison.”
Igneous put her hand on Crimson Silk’s chin. “Careful dear, uncooked heroes can be hazardous to your health.”
“I love you, babe.” stated Crimson Silk. He grabbed Igneous by her ass and pulled her in for a kiss. “Let’s split up and find her. You can have first dibs.”
“I knew there was a reason I teamed up with you.” laughed Igneous.
Crimson Silk ran off to check a nearby building. Igneous walked into the one Fortuity was hiding in. Fortuity was forced to focus on something other than her need to piss when the villainess drew near. She couldn’t let her bladder get her killed.
Fortuity rolled a ball across the floor. It hit the far wall and made a loud noise. Igneous immediately spun and released a blistering burst of flame in its direction. Everything on the far side of the room was set ablaze by the heat.
“Wha...” began Igneous, but Fortuity didn’t give her time to get over her confusion.
She ran up behind the villainess and wrapped a wire around her throat. Igneous let out a gurgle of surprise and flailed around trying to get her hands on Fortuity. She sent blasts of fire out wildly, but she couldn’t get an angle. Finally, Igneous was able to get her hands on the garrote. Fortuity cursed silently when the villainess melted the wire.
Igneous spun around. “You bitch!” she screamed as she raised her hands.
Fortuity punched the villainess in the throat. Igneous’s hands naturally clutched her windpipe as she tried to draw in air. Fortuity grabbed the back of her head and pulled it down. She brought her knee up to meet with the villainess’s nose. Igneous’s nose broke with a wet pop. She fell down to the floor. Fortuity brought her hand down and smashed the back of villainess’s head as she tried to rise. Igneous slumped back down; unconscious.
Fortuity had another vision and ducked before a blast of acid could strike her. It flew past and landed against the back wall, where it began eating through the cement. Fortuity scrambled out of the way as Crimson Silk entered the building.
“Where are you!?” he roared. “I’m going to kill you.”
Fortuity snuck past Crimson Silk to get outside the building. She glanced over her shoulder to see him tending to Igneous. She didn’t want to risk him reviving the villainess so she rolled a few smoke bombs into the building. Fortuity waited a few moments for them to deploy and activated her stun baton. She’d have used it on Igneous, but the villainess’s armor looked like it could withstand a shock.
Crimson Silk emerged from the building holding Igneous in his arms and coughing. Fortuity swung her baton at him as soon as he emerged. He dropped Igneous and caught the baton before it could hit him, but catching it was enough. Fortuity dropped the baton as a wave of electricity burst out from it. Crimson Silk roared in pain and flung it away, but he was dazed.
Fortuity closed in a punched the villain in the gut. Her fists were enforced with steel, they hurt when they hit. Crimson Silk reeled back and tried to get his bearings. Fortuity hit him again in the face, but she couldn’t put him down. Crimson Silk swung his fist wildly and nearly took Fortuity’s head off. She had enough warning to duck out of the way. Fortuity saw the villain was preparing to hit her with another blast of acid, but she didn’t give him time. She slammed her fist into Crimson Silk’s chin before he released it. The acid splayed out the sides of his mouth and burned holes though his clothing.
Fortuity ran past him and used the wall, with the help of her hoverboots, as a jumped point to get on the villains back. She wrapped her arms around Crimson Silk’s neck and tried to get him in some kind of choke. Crimson Silk rushed backwards. Fortuity had to let go before he could slam her into a way. That would have knocked the wind, and piss, out of her.
Crimson Silk lunged forwards at her. Fortuity dodged his attack and brought both hands together on his eardrums. The villain howled in pain and clutched his head. Fortuity grabbed her baton from where it had fallen and rammed it into Crimson Silk’s chest. He screamed again and fell over. Fortuity didn’t let up until she knew he was done.
The cops had arrived on the scene by the time she was finished. Fortuity left the wrap up to them. She didn’t need to get caught up in the media storm that would follow. She had to get back to the hall of heroes so she could relieve herself. She didn’t think she had ever been this full before. All the jumping around definitely hadn't helped.
Fortuity was able to limp back to the hall without having an accident. She used her card to open the back and hurried into the members section. It wasn’t far to the toilet.
Then she had another vision. She came around the corner just as several other members of her team did. She couldn’t hold her piss and started peeing. Four members of her own team saw her wet herself. Fortuity couldn’t let that happen.
She looked around and found a storage closet. She ducked inside before anyone could see her. She turned to the door and relaxed. There was no time to fiddle with her bodysuit. She just let loose.
Hot piss gushed out of her vagina into her spandex. She wasn’t wearing any underwear so there was almost no barrier to her piss. She had her legs together so she wouldn’t make as much noise. Fortuity couldn’t believe how warm her pee felt traveling down her legs. She had expected it to feel gross, but instead it was oddly...sexy.
Fortuity couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief as she flooded the storage closet. She had been holding it for far too long. Her warm piss was pooling around her feet on the floor. It was almost orgasmic. Fortuity had to lean against the door to prevent herself from falling over. She lowered her hand to her crotch so she could feel the piss seeping out. It was so warm in her hand. She couldn’t help but rub her pussy through her soaking spandex.
Fortuity came to a satisfying orgasm just as her piss stop flowing. She looked around at the mess she had made. She was going to have to clean up the puddle before anyone found it. She had soaked half the floor in the closet. Fortuity splashed her feet up in down in the puddle a few times, giggling. Her suit was going to need some cleaning. She had to figure out how to get to her room without anyone seeing her. There was no way she could disguise the massive wet patch covering her pants.
She still couldn’t get how great peeing herself had felt out of her head. Fortuity decided she might have to try it again.
A Brazen Villainess
Black Diamond floated above the small coastal town. She was a super villain. She had been in the game for years and had never been caught. She almost never took stupid risks, but there was one thing she enjoyed more than anything else. She would take a chance to do it every once in a while. The chances of running into a superhero out in the boonies were slim.
Black Diamond was wearing a black leotard with a gold belt. (A similar look to powergirl.) It showed off her great tits and shapely ass. She let her long black hair flow freely behind her. She tied it up for real fights, but she wanted to look great while she had her fun.
She pulled the crotch of her uniform aside to show off her shaved pussy. She stroked it a few times as she watched the town below. She was high enough that no one would be able to see her from the ground.
What Black Diamond loved most of all was to hover somewhere high in the sky and let her piss rain down on an unsuspecting town below. It felt like she was turning the whole world into her toilet. The relief and naughtiest she felt were simply orgasmic. She came to the best conclusions up high in the sky after finishing her naughty business.
Black Diamond let out a moan before she started peeing. She held her labia so the piss sprayed out in a huge arc in front of her. The villainess laughed as she subjected the town to her golden rain. She wondered if anyone would feel it as it fell down to the ground. Black Diamond pissed full force. She knew she had a massive bladder.
Black Diamond flew from side to side as she peed, making sure to get her spray over as much of the town as she could. She knew it would barely affect anything on the ground, but it made it so much better for her. Her piss was streaming out of her at an incredible rate. She wished it would never end, but eventually her piss tapered off. She’d peed for more than a minute this time. That was a good amount for her. Black Diamond rubbed her pussy, now she was horny. She was prepared to rub out an amazing orgasm.
“...Ahem…” said a voice behind her.
Black Diamond spun around to find herself face to face with Grandmaster. He was leader of the biggest super hero team in the world. He must have run into her while coming back from a mission. The man was unbelievably powerful. There was no way she would be able to escape from him.
This wasn't what filled Black Diamond’s thoughts. Grandmaster was wearing a tight white spandex bodysuit. It showed off his rock solid abs and did nothing to hide the massive erection he had. If the spandex didn’t lie, Mrs. Grandmaster was a lucky woman.
“Did you catch a glimpse?” asked Black Diamond. She flew closer to the hero. “Liked what you saw?”
Instead of grabbing her, Grandmaster looked away. Black Diamond leaned up close to his ear and whispered. “I bet the missus doesn’t do that.” He wasn’t saying anything, but she could have sworn his erection got even bigger. “Did seeing me piss turn you on?”
“I...no.” mumbled Grandmaster.
“You’re saying no, but your little man’s saying something else.” said Black Diamond. She felt his rigid cock through his spandex. His whole body tensed.
God, she was horny.
Black Diamond lowered herself and tore away the crotch of Grandmaster’s spandex. His dick fell out. It was massive; the beast must have been a foot long. Grandmaster was staring down at her as her gaze locked on his cock.
“Do you want me to?” she asked.
“Yes.” said Grandmaster. “Oh god, yes.”
“I’ll show you something else the missus doesn't do.” stated Black Diamond.
Black Diamond licked down the length of Grandmaster’s shaft, then she took his entire cock in her mouth. It would be impossible for any ordinary woman to do this, but Black Diamond was no ordinary woman. His cock was all the way down her throat, but she still managed to suck back and forth on it. Grandmaster moaned in pleasure. The villainess sucked on his cock until his moaning reached a fever pitch, then she pulled off.
“I have to piss.” said Grandmaster.
Black Diamond gave him a wicked smile. “Go.”
He hesitated for a second. Black Diamond took his cock in her hand and aimed it down towards the town. After a minute, Grandmaster was able to pee a long hard stream. Black Diamond loved holding cocks while they peed. Holding a hero’s cock was even better. She had fun spraying his piss all over the place. All too soon he was empty. He hadn’t been as full as she was. Black Diamond let go of his cock after giving it a final stroke. She smiled innocently at Grandmaster.
“Now it’s your turn.” she instructed. Black Diamond turned around and presented her posterior to the hero.
Grandmaster pulled her crotch aside and shoved his dick into her eagerly awaiting pissflaps. Black Diamond cried out as his cock filled her completely. She’d never felt anything like this. It was so dirty and so hot.
She pulled her tits out of her top and started massaging them. Grandmaster leaned over and grabbed her tits himself while he rammed her mercilessly. The hero had unbelievable endurance. He fucked Black Diamond faster and faster until she thought she was going to burst. They were yelling so loud she wouldn't be surprised if the whole town heard them. Finally they both came to a screaming orgasm.
When it was finished they both floated there, panting and staring at each other. Black Diamond floated up and kissed Grandmaster on the lips.
“I can’t give you any more of that from a jail cell.” she glanced down at his cock. “Plus, I don’t think you want to be seen in that outfit.”
“Just go.” managed Grandmaster between breaths. Black Diamond turned to leave. “Will I see you again?” he continued.
Black Diamond turned around. She smiled. “I know where to find you.”
She flew off. Her naughty pleasure was even better when she shared it with someone. She knew they’d meet again.
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