Eliminature

As a kid, my parents would dig me a hole at the beach and sit me over it for a wee. When I had finished, they filled the hole back in. People must have seen me, but who is going to object to a little girl having a wee? I've also peed in the sea, both underwater discreetly and standing with the stream visible. 

As an adult, I won't go near the beach. Too much sand! 

I had my morning pee in the bathroom sink, as usual. My bladder was quite full from the night. I released a lovely, strong jet. The dark yellow really stood out against the porcelain. 

I used the force of my jet to remove a blob of toothpaste and it swirled down into the plughole. After my bladder was empty, I turned on the tap, grabbed the soap and washed my hands whilst looking at myself in the little mirror. 

In my first story on this website, we have a pissing contest between a male and female, male on female golden showers, ejaculation between the breasts, a little bit of swallowing and female orgasm from clitoral stimulation. Also contains references to alcohol, pot smoking, oral sex and time travel.

In her signature black minidress, black stockings and shoes and with her long, light brown hair, Eliminature looks no more out of place in 1968 than she does in 2022. The only anomaly is the smartphone in her handbag with its time travel app. The doorman insists she remove her timeless black framed glasses briefly to get a good look at her face before allowing her into the beer and pot scented room. Into the party of icons...

After several strong ales and a cheeky joint or two, Eliminature turns to Keith Richards, looks him right in the eye and says "I'll bet I can beat you for distance in a pissing contest, Keef." Keith raises an eyebrow, and takes his cigarette out of his mouth: "Yer what?" Bill Wyman looks over, his glass poised halfway in lifting it to his mouth. Brian Jones leaves off tuning his sitar to listen. Mick Jagger, who has been staring at Eliminature's legs and wondering if he'll have them around his neck later, manages to tear his eyes from her legs to her face, blinking in surprise. "Really?" he queries in his distinctive voice - a Londoner lacquered with a New Yorker glow. "I don't see how that's possible. You're not really a bloke, are ya?" Eliminature shakes her head, stubbing a joint out in a glass ashtray. "Nah, of course not. I piss standing up, though. And I can shoot quite far. I'll prove it to you." She turns to Keith again. "You up for it, Keef? Only you're gonna have to decide quite soon. That beer needs to be let out of me, quickly!" High, tipsy but intrigued, Keith nods with a slight smile and downs the last of his drink.

Everyone follows as Keith leads the way to the garden outside, Charlie Watts brings up the rear, having caught up with his friends and the strange young woman they seem to have congregated around. "She can't beat him," says Bill. "She might, you know," counters Brian. The two of them squabble good naturedly over what the outcome will be. Mick licks his lips, not taking his eyes off Eliminature as she and Keith stand at one end of the garden, parallel to each other. "I can give you a bit of an advantage if you like," Keith suggests, indicating that Eliminature can move forward a little. "Don't need one," she replies as she lifts her dress, revealing sheer black panties. The distinctive cleft of the vulva is just visible through them. "Well she ain't a bloke, then" says Mick more to himself than the others. Charlie, as usual, says nothing.

Eliminature moves her panties to one side and raises her vulva and urethra forward (Mick feels the throb in his groin). Keith undoes his flies, digging out a surprisingly large member. "Ten bob says he wins hands down," Bill whispers to Brian. "You're on," Brian whispers back. Then, everyone stops talking; they are intent on the two piss contestants. Eliminature breaks the silence. "Ready Keef?" "Yeah!" comes the brief reply.

Two distinct streams fly from them both. Eliminature's wider and stronger stream easily reaching the opposite side of the garden, steam rising from it as she moans in pleasure. Keith looks down, shocked as his own thin rivulet is easily beaten for distance, not helped by the fact that his pissing cock has become an erection. Nonetheless, his stream catches the light as he reaches a moderately impressive height, the stream landing a few inches away. Eliminature pisses out the final bursts of liquid and Keith forces his cock down so he can finish and shake out the final drops. They fly from the end of his cock like sparks as the light passes through them. Eliminature now looks over at the boys.

Keith is staring at her suggestively, still with his hard cock in his hand. Mick's distinctive lips make a perfect O in surprise, but looking down, his hand is in his pocket, discreetly manoeuvring across the bulge in his trousers. Bill's eyes are wide, Brian has a small triumphant smirk. Only Charlie is stoic as usual. Brian is the first to speak.

"I think you owe me ten shillings, Wyman!"

Bill shrugs and reaches into his jacket. "I concede I was wrong," he admits, peeling off a ten shilling note and handing it to Brian. Though judging by the smile on his face, he doesn't seem to mind losing the bet - not when the performance was so spectacular. As Brian pockets the note, Mick runs his fingers over the bulge in his trousers again and seizes his chance.

"What about accuracy though, Bri?" he suggests. "Which one of ya thinks you can piss on her tits, directly onto her nipple?" Keith has gone quiet for once, carefully stroking his cock in the corner of the garden. The other fluid will come when he's ready to release it. Charlie points indoors with his drumsticks where the pot-fuelled party centres around an African American left handed guitarist. "I've just been," he stipulates. "Pissed in the kitchen sink." Mick nods at this. "What about you, Bri?" he asks, unzipping his flies. "Think you can beat me for accuracy?" Brian looks back at Mick, a wry grin on his face. His stance and expression borrowed directly from the Western movies. Who will be the most accurate pisser in the garden?

"Does she want you to?" enquires Charlie, indicating Eliminature with his drumsticks again. "You haven't even asked her if she wants to be peed on yet!"

Brian leaves off squaring up Mick and looks around at Charlie. "Yeah, you're right," he says. Mick's smile dissolves and he quickly zips up again. Five pairs of eyes cautiously glance over at Eliminature, who is trying, not very successfully, to conceal her desire for this golden shower. Her nipples protrude from underneath the black minidress. Mick's Adam's apple rises and falls in his throat. "Is it okay if we, you know... D'you want Bri and me to..." Eliminature looks Mick right in the eye, just as she did with Keith, and replies "Of course I bloody want it!" The mischievous grins return, even Charlie can't resist smiling.

Eliminature raises her black minidress over her head and slides it off to reveal thr sheer black panties (quite skimpy by the standards of 1968) and long black stockings held in place by bands around her thighs, plus a long, smooth, pale body. She lies on her back on the grass with her knees raised, the cool evening air caressing her already hard nipples. The boys stand around her in a ragged half circle, Mick and Brian on either side of her; Brian to her left, Mick to her right. Both of them catch sight of the tell tale shining patch in the crotch of her panties; Eliminature is wet down there, and not from piss either. "What does the winner get?" Brian pipes up. "Well," replies Eliminature from the floor. "We'll see about that, won't we?" She winks at both Bri then at Mick, who wets his iconic lips.

Eliminature hears the ragged hiss of zips being lowered above her head. Mick's cock is modest but perfectly formed and encased by a neat foreskin - and of course, it's erect. Brian's is longer but slimmer and the foreskin has already retracted over the length of it. "Well, this might take a while," Eliminature muses. "That's okay, though. We're not in a hurry." She lies between them as they both attempt to force their erections down and point them at her snowy breasts. An embarrassing silence descends as the two piss contestants try to get started. Through Mick and Brian's minds, images of waterfalls, rivers, being caught in traffic, running taps, trickling fountains, endless cups of tea, and pints of foaming ale swirl around in a watery spiral, but it does no good. Until Mick imagines that the fluid waiting to be released is semen and he's releasing it into Eliminature's sensuous mouth, he feels the pinch of urine at the tip of his cock and with a distinctive cry of relief, brings down his wild stream onto her right breast.

Eliminature feels warm inside as her nipple is tickled and caressed by Mick's stream. A few seconds later, Brian - who finally gets started by replaying Eliminature's impressive piss earlier in his head - rains his stream down on her left breast and she revels in the wet ecstasy of it all.

Both streams are thick and splashy, but both hit their target, sending pleasurable sensations  radiating through Eliminature's breasts. Inside her panties, her clitoris throbs in response.

Coming to the end of his stream, Mick angles his cock to allow the final few bursts of piss to fly into Eliminature's waiting mouth. A piss shiver runs up and down his spine as he imagines the blow job that he hopes to have from her later. If the wetness in the panties is anything to go by, he'll be more than happy to return the favour, too. Eliminature swallows, tasting the sweetness of the beer on Mick's urine. She looks him in the eye again as he shakes off the drops.

Brian finishes, exploding the last of his stream into Eliminature's ticklish belly button. She giggles in response, kicking her legs. Everyone looks down at her, slick with urine from the neck to the navel, her own soaking wet desire in her panties. Not one of them can hide the effect it has on them. Even Charlie has his hand in his pocket. Eliminature notes this, even from the floor. Just then, snorting like a bull, Keith springs forward onto his knees and leans over Eliminature, his hand furiously pumping his swollen cock. Semen glitters at the head of the penis and flies from Keith onto the white space between Eliminature's breasts. He collapses back onto his heels, exhausted with the effort.

She raises her head to get a distinct view of her breasts. "Well," she declares. "Both of you have a great aim; and you too, Keith. Difficult to choose between you. You know something though, Bri? I wish you'd aimed a bit lower than my belly button. I'm pure throbbing gristle between my legs!" Mick's tongue protrudes from between his lips. "Well, we can do something about that, darling!" he says suggestively. "We certainly can," chimes in Bill, unzipping his own flies. "Are you gonna take your knickers off? Only I haven't had a turn yet..."

"Hey! What'cha all doin'?"

The harsh Californian accent cuts across the yard, a counterpoint to their English accents. Eliminature raises herself onto her hands and looks around. There, emerging from the shadows of the doorway, is a young man in a leather jacket and tight leather pants. Like Mick, Keith and Bill he has long hair, but his has a natural curl and flounce to it. One by one, the grins on the boys's faces dissolve. Jealous frowns take their place. Eliminature, however, smiles at the newcomer.

"Jim Morrison!" she exclaims. "Good evening! I didn't expect to see you here too."
"No, we bloody didn't!" mumbles Mick under his breath.
Jim swaggers over to where Eliminature is lying on the grass; the urine and semen rapidly cooling and drying on her chest. The scrunch and creak of leather accompanies his movements. He stands between Eliminature's feet, blocking the view of the others. Bill does his flies up again, the expression on his face like a locked door. Mick is glaring at Jim's leather clad back, Brian pouts miserably, Keith snores gently, leaning against the wall - satisfied from earlier. Charlie smirks at his womanising friends, all of them outclassed by this American in a leather suit.

"I'm full of Scotch," declares Jim, looking down at Eliminature. "I'm looking for the bathroom actually." Eliminature pins Jim gently between her ankles. "Well Jim," she replies. "You've found her!"

Wasting no time, Eliminature removes her panties as Jim opens his signature leather pants. He lifts out what Ray Manzarek will describe in his memoirs as a "magnificent member" and points it at her, almost like a weapon. A forceful, precise stream bursts from the end of Jim's cock to just below Eliminature's chin. She sighs, appreciating the warm, yellow fountain as it travels down her body, washing the remains of Keith's semen onto the grass. The stream steadies between her open legs and she cries and convulses in satisfaction as her yearning clitoris is finally drenched and stimulated by Jim's deluge.

The Stones look on, jealous but undeniably aroused by the impressive sight. A translucent gold ribbon of liquid flying from Jim's cock to forcefully tickle the slick, pink female folds, engorged with arousal, between Eliminature's long legs. All the while, she shrieks with unmistakable delight at the sensation.

"There," croons Jim as he finishes and sends the final drops flying with a shake. "You enjoy California rain as well as London rain, huh?" Eliminature can only nod in appreciation as Jim steps back; his cock is now hard as the others' were.

It's Charlie who eventually breaks the spell by hurrying forward to help Eliminature from the grass and help her back on with her minidress.  "Thank you, Charlie," she says. The uninhibited effect of the pot, beer and post orgasm comedown beginning to wear off, Eliminature carefully makes sure not to meet anyone's eyes as she stands up. No one, that is except Mick, and briefly, Jim. She picks up her still damp panties from the floor and throws them towards Mick for him to catch. He immediately sniffs them; the distinctive female smell triggering another throb in his groin. Eliminature winks at Mick one last time and blows a kiss to Jim.

"I really should be off now," Eliminature declares, fishing her smartphone fron her handbag. The others, apart from Keith, still asleep, stare at it in surprise. "Is that... a telephone? Or a television, or what?" Brian asks incredulously. "Oh it's a phone," answers Eliminature absently as she carefully selects the year 2022 on the time travel app - being careful not to select 2020.

She faces them all one last time. "Well thank you, all of you. I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did. Maybe you'll have better luck next time, Bill!" she teases. "A word of warning, Bri and Jim. Be careful of swimming pools and bathtubs. Especially in early July. And Charlie," she turns to him. "You might want to give up smoking tobacco." With that, she presses the screen and vanishes.

The five men, minus sleeping Keith, look from the spot where Eliminature stood to each other. "Where'd she go?" Mick still has her knickers in his hand. She must have been there.

"She broke on thru to the other side," says Jim philosophically.
"We never even got her name," laments Bill.
"Who could hang a name on you?" murmurs Mick, mainly to himself.
"What's that she said about swimming pools and bathtubs?" Brian queries, looking over at Jim.
"Don't remember." The leather jacket creaks over Jim's shrug as Keith yawns himself awake and Charlie lights a cigarette.

Well I think I'd still be interested in it. If nothing else than because the mechanism of releasing urine uses the same muscles that are used during orgasm/ejaculation. The tensing and releasing of a full bladder feels good. 

Either in the bushes (festivals are supposed to be eco-friendly, we should be giving our pee back to the parched earth that nourishes us) or, for the shock factor at a Goth/Alternative festival, in the male urinal.

...and his cock, being shaken dry. 

I have to upload the images separately because it wouldn't allow me to post them together. Sorry about that.

Again, Mr Eliminature pissed in the bin area (garbage area) where we live. He aimed his stream into a beer bottle.

I do part my labia, but I stand to pee so I have to. I'd just spray everywhere otherwise.