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This story contains women peeing outside and in a toilet.

Susie crossed her arms, shifted her weight to her other foot, and recalled the night so far. It hadn’t been like the frat parties she had seen in the movies. No one was swinging from chandeliers or jumping off roofs, and there were no rooms full of naked people. The hardest drugs she had seen people using was pot, and thankfully no one was pushing it on her. Just a lot of drinking, loud music, and loud talking. It wasn’t as bad as she imagined it would be at all. Just loud.

Now, halfway back to the dorm, she stood in front of Kate and Samantha, helping to block them while they squatted behind her. Apparently they couldn’t wait any longer and thought some bushes were as good as a toilet. Alcohol does that to people, Susie thought to herself. She took better precautions. She had only two drinks: cool aid mixed with vodka, and she made sure the “bartender”, the frat guy lording over the kegs and bottles, prepared it in front of her. And just to make sure she wouldn’t have a hangover, she had a full bottle of water with each drink. No, there was no chance of her having a hangover, but there was a chance she would wet herself if she didn’t get to a proper toilet soon. She didn’t remember having to go this badly since she her SATs, when she had over hydrated beforehand and had to force herself not to sprint to the Ladies’ Room when it was over. That time it had felt like she was holding a pitcher of water inside of her. This time it felt like even more.

“Can you hurry up, please?” she called out to her friends. No response, only the sound of idle chatter and water hitting grass.

Samantha stood and zipped up her jeans. “I can stand watch for you…” she offered to Susie.

“No thanks, I’m ok.” Of course, part of her wished she could join them. She imagined lowering her slacks and underwear and letting it all out right there. She imagined the relief as the immense pressure inside of her eased up. But then she remembered that she hadn’t squatted in a decade and would probably fall over trying. And even if she could squat, there was no way she was going to flash her pale butt and her…natural front for the world to see. Nope, she would rather hold it in.

“Oh my God, Kate!” Samantha practically shouted “you’re still going?”

“I had a lot of beer…” slurred Kate, laughing.

“Did you have ALL the beer? How much more could there be in there?”

Eventually, Kate staggered upright and pulled her thong up. Jeans still at her ankles, she made a “Voila” gesture, but after a moment of reflection, said “Wait”, and pulled her thong down to mid thigh, and from a high squat, resumed releasing her bladder.

“Oh my fucking God, you’re like a horse!” exclaimed Samantha. This prompted Kate to try a bad impression of a horse neighing, and even Susie had to laugh at that.

The rest of the way back to the dorm was torture. Never had trees and bushes looked so good to her before, and at one point she almost stopped at one to answer the call, but a group of revelers passed by and she came to her senses. When their dormitory finally came into view, she likened it to an oasis in a desert to one dying of thirst, and the irony of that metaphor wasn’t lost on her.

Now the girls were inside the building, sharing the world’s slowest elevator with a handsome classmate that Susie recognized from Physics. Kate and Samantha were not using their indoor voices.

“Sorry we’re loud!” Samantha shouted to the guy. And just when Susie didn’t think she could be any more embarrassed, a swerving Kate joined in “And sorry she’s so quiet” motioning to Susie “she’s about to pee her pants.” Susie stared daggers at Kate and turned beet red, but couldn’t help noticing that somewhere in the back of her mind, she was somewhat…excited. The guy, perplexed, got off at his floor.

Finally they arrived at their own floor. Susie power-walked to the bathroom, praying she could hold it in for just a few more moments. She had a last-second fear that all the stalls would be occupied, or so dirty as to be unusable, but thankfully the bathroom was empty and sparkling clean. She scurried into the first stall; normally she would take the last one, but this was an emergency. Her trembling hands, which had been floating around her zipper since the elevator, were already unbuckling and unfastening her slacks before she could even close the door behind her. She was practically tap-dancing as she hooked her thumbs into her slacks and underwear and shoved them down to mid-thigh. In that same instant she bent forward and stuck her butt out just as a thick stream of urine exploded out of her and gushed into the toilet behind her. It felt even better than she had imagined it would be. All of that water racing out of her, the relief of finally being able to let it all go.

“Ohhh - fuck!” she gasped. Somewhere she heard familiar laughter. Apparently Kate and Samantha had followed her into the bathroom.

“Oh my God, you never swear!” laughed Samantha.

“And you’re pissing even more than I was!” added Kate.

Susie was in too much ecstasy to respond; the pee stream kept jetting out of her, storming into the toilet, with no sign of letting up, and she was enjoying every second. She didn’t know how long she had been standing bent over like that, but she realized her legs were getting tired, so she pushed her slacks and underwear down the rest of the way and plopped herself onto the bowl. She seat was cold to her cheeks, but she didn’t care. She looked down. Nothing on the floor, not a drop on her underwear; she must have gotten them down just in time. She observed the furious stream shooting out from between her legs: a wide, thick, unbroken ribbon of almost clear pee churning the water below. Even a half second of that in her pants and they would have been soaked. She was grateful that she had been able to hold it in when she had to, and she was grateful for the waves of relief now that she was finally letting it out. Even as her stream began to ease in volume, it remained unbroken and flew out of her with an urgency that made her amusingly wonder how much she had left inside of her. She shifted on the bowl and sensed that her bladder still felt quite full even as it was forcefully expelling its contents. It didn’t matter, she had all the time in the world now. She closed her eyes and savored how delicious it all felt. Not a bad end to a night.

Female desperation, peeing in the shower, sex between a man and woman.

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Amy quickened her pace as she approached the door to her apartment. Her excitement was exceeded only by her arousal, which was caused by an immensely full bladder. She had been pushing fluids at work all morning as part of a New Years Resolution to drink more water, and now it felt like she was holding a hot tub inside of her private parts. That feeling, that pressing need for release, usually turned her on, and today was no exception. She became so distracted with naughty thoughts that it was a wonder she got any work done at all that morning.

She had made it a point to wait until her lunch break, but when she saw that the single toilet bathroom was occupied, she had a quick moment of panic, followed by one of revelation. Her apartment was five minutes away, and her boyfriend had the day off. He liked it when she had to pee, and if he was home, she could take care of both needs at once. She drove quickly.

Now, at her apartment door, Amy smiled to herself. This was a bold move, almost out of character for her, which made it all the more exciting. She also felt great knowing her boyfriend would enjoy it just as much. She trembled as she slid the key into the lock.

Kevin, her boyfriend, was in the kitchen. He was in his boxer shorts, putting the finishing touches on a bologna sandwich. He turned to her with a look of surprise and slight concern, as if to ask her if something was wrong. She took a moment to admire his physique, and her smile reassured him.

“What are you doing home?”, he asked, feeling a little embarrassed at being “caught” in the kitchen in his boxers, while she was done up in her business attire. Her professional, almost conservative dark slacks and blouse failed to disguise her womanly curves.

“I just wanted to see you…” she strode over to him, trying to play it cool even though she wanted to leap into his arms. Instead, she slid her arms around him and kissed him passionately; it was a warm, wet kiss that could mean only one thing.

“Is that all?” he responded, also trying to sound cool, even though he wanted to tear her clothes off and fuck her right there in the kitchen. He wrapped his arms around her tightly and nuzzled her neck. Amy loved the feeling of being pressed so hard against him, but her swollen bladder now screamed for relief. She jiggled up and down.

“What’s the matter?” he asked her between kisses.

“I gotta go pee.” she whimpered, biting her lip, knowing it would drive him crazy. She was right. She could feel his member growing and stiffening, practically pushing her away.

“This can wait” he said as he tossed the sandwich into the refrigerator “but this can’t”. He was gesturing to his manhood, which had popped out of the hole in his boxers and was now fully erect, practically pointing to the place where Amy’s thick thighs met, the place where they both wanted it to go.

“And this can’t wait either” she added, referring to both her full bladder and her empty, aching pussy.

They both seemed to know instinctively where to go next. They stumbled towards the bathroom, planting wet kisses and pawing at their clothes. Amy unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked her bra, relieving it of its heavy burden. It felt good to let the girls out this early in the day. Meanwhile, Kevin had stepped out of his boxers and was pulling her slacks down. He loved undressing her before sex. It was like opening a present.

Standing in front of the shower, he spun her around and yanked her soft, cotton underwear down to her feet, exposing her large, broad derriere. He planted a kiss on both plump cheeks, which made her giggle, then gave it a good slap, which made her gasp.

They stepped into the shower as one, him embracing her from behind. His hands slid up and down her body, over the fronts of her smooth thighs, over her soft tummy, and up to her full, heavy breasts, his fingertips just barely brushing her hard, jutting nipples. He was kissing and her biting her neck with just the right amount of pressure, and the slight stubble on his face provided an interesting sensation as he nuzzled her. By this time they had forgone words and resorted to animalistic moans, grunts, giggles, and gasps.

Amy’s eyes were closed but she opened them when she felt something pass between her thighs. She looked down to see that Kevin had guided his pole between her legs and now the head and shaft was sticking out beyond, almost making it look like she had her own penis. It amused and aroused her at the same time, and she compared it to her counterpart, the little pink nub that just barely peeked out from between the top of her lips, as if vying for attention. His smooth shaft was pressing and sliding against her lower parts, which felt amazing, but she couldn’t stand still. Her bladder was about to explode, she was practically jumping up and down because of how badly she needed to pee.

She let out a slight whine, which meant something like “I can’t hold it any longer”. In response he gave her large breasts a quick squeeze and grunted, which meant something like, “Go ahead.”

Even with how badly she had to go, even with how long she had been holding it, even with how massively full her bladder felt inside her, she was still surprised at the force and volume of the stream of hot piss that exploded out of her lady bits. The thick, almost clear jet didn’t have far to go; it shot down on Kevin’s shaft (a not unpleasant feeling at all), which caused it to spray out in every direction. It might have been a humorous sight, but they were both too aroused to notice.

Kevin couldn’t take it anymore. He gently pushed her forward; she took the cue and bent the rest of the way, still pissing furiously, sticking out her rump, eager to receive his cock. For a moment his swollen head nestled just at the entrance of her slippery, parted lips, then he pushed it inside her, along with all of the shaft as far as it would go, and she pushed back against him to make sure. They both practically cried out; she couldn’t believe how hard and thick he was and how he seemed to fill her up completely and finally soothe her aching pussy, and he couldn’t believe how slippery and warm and tight she was. Her still gushing pee stream was now massaging his balls, which didn’t feel bad either.

Amy reached down to the top of her bits and gave that small, pink nub some much needed love. Meanwhile, Kevin grabbed on to the sides of her wide hips for leverage and began pumping at a moderate pace, deliberately savoring every stroke. She approved.

During all this her swollen bladder continued to spew out its hot contents, and she was grateful for that relief, but now she felt a new pressure building in her privates. Kevin could sense it too, as she was getting tighter and wetter with every stroke. He wouldn’t hold out much longer himself.

The circular strokes she made on her little head got faster, and he started thrusting harder, her large buttocks and full breasts jiggling in response. The buildup in her pussy was unbearable. She could feel herself right up at the edge of the cliff. Kevin, out of pure instinct, gave her another good slap on her fat bottom, and that sent her over. She squealed as she came as hard as she could remember in a long time. Waves of pleasure crashed up and down her body. Her piss stream swelled and her hot, slippery pussy clamped down on her boyfriend’s straining organ. It was too much for him and he came almost violently, shooting several loads of his love inside her. Time stood still as they climaxed together, sharing each other.

As the feeling subsided, they both trembled and panted in the afterglow. He was still inserted in her when she turned to meet his lips; they shared a gentle kiss. Rocking back and forth, she giggled when she realized she was still pissing like a racehorse. She could feel all of that New Year’s Resolution water shooting out of her parts, splashing against his, and splattering onto the shower floor. “I told you I had to go pee” she cooed.

I was definitely interested in pee well before I hit puberty. Hearing about girls peeing caught my attention cause I didn’t know that much about their anatomy, so I was curious about it.

My sisters had those teen-girl magazines, so when they weren’t around I would read the part of the section of the magazine where girls would write in with embarrassing stories, because every so often one would be pee related. (This was still pre-puberty, so I didn’t whack it but I would still get excited reading about it.)