Peenicks

Elise & April Hit the Town

In the afterglow of April and I celebrating her birthday in a way only she could, I decided it might be good if I put on some actual clothes if we were planning on going out today. As I go to change, licking the last of the whipped cream from my tits, I notice April gasp as she realizes that she left her favorite panties on the floor, and they got soaked during her little performance.

“Oh well, it’s laundry day anyhow. Guess you’ll have to go out without any panties today, hun.” I teased giving her a wink and a spank like she did to me this morning. Her ass was covered in a mixture of her own cum, pee, and a little bit of frosting (and it rippled like a water balloon when I smacked it). Maybe she should’ve waited a bit longer to take her shower. Regardless, I go into our bedroom and dress myself up in a black top that hugged my form nicely and a sparse plaid short skirt and no underwear to speak of. We both got our handbags, keys, and our water bottles of course before stepping into our shoes and out the door of our apartment.

April and I weren’t exactly rolling in it, but I had gotten a pay raise and made enough money from construction that I was able to splurge on her.

“Y’know I wouldn’t be getting new clothes all the time if you didn’t always steal mine and stretch em’ out.” she chides me in her ‘mom voice.’

“Pick uglier clothes this time, I won’t wear em’ then.” Without even seeing it I can tell she’s rolling her eyes, but I can also tell that she’s grinning. I’m lucky to have found someone willing to put up with me as much as she has. As we approach the strip of clothing stores, bookstores, and eateries I can see April get that giddy gleam in her eye. When we first started dating, she told me about how she would always pass by the malls on the road whenever her family had to move and lived close enough to one to actually go there. This wasn’t her first time on the strip, but I could tell she was still bedazzled by the experience.

“Where to first, hun?”

“Let’s try Goth Rocket”

“Oh, finally going thru your emo phase?”

“I know how it sounds but they’ve got more than just goth clothes there.”

April’s always been pretty defensive of what she likes; I think she oughta be more confident about it. Then again, I suppose I’m not one to talk. When we got into the store, it was exactly how I remembered it from high school: pitch black walls, anime graphic tees by the dozen, and black lights that made even the most colorful items they had mesh into one solid color. It was a little after we got in and I was watching April look at jackets that I felt it. The twinge in my bladder, which was to be expected considering I was chugging my water bottle the whole way here. I tried asking the employees for the bathroom but apparently, it’s employees only. No way in hell am I leaving my girlfriend alone so I can go piss in some run-down porta-potty on the strip. Now might be a good time to tell you I’m a bit of an exhibitionist, the thrill of possibly getting caught with my pants down in public gets me going.

“Hey April,” I beckon in a whisper “Come to the back!” I think she had already caught onto my game because her face was already a bit flushed when I beckoned her away from where the cashiers could see us. We were tucked away in an alcove that seemed perfect for a clearance rack or two.

“Can’t even behave herself in the first store.” She teases to me with a sultry gaze.

I’ve already untucked my cock from the waistband of my skirt, I see her eyeing my shaft peeking out of the hem. “Here’s good” I say casually walking over to a circular rack of all-black t-shirts I stand on the tips of my toes with my dick inside the sleeve of one of the tees and release. I can’t help but moan in relief as I flood the fabric with my eruption of piss. I sway back and forth letting my warm stream fill the light material and I feel it ripple with every patter against the fabric thankfully the thin tee is surprisingly effective at absorbing my pee and the sound. Eventually the shirt can’t hold any more of my gift and it begins to clatter onto the metal rack. To avoid making too much noise I move my cock to the next shirt, then the next, and the next, but still I feel nowhere near done.

“What am I even peeing on?” I ask April.

“Looks like Harry Potter tees to me”

“Eh, no harm done then.” I say as I fill the next shirt with my clear hot shower. Finally, I break the dam where I’m no longer bursting, and I let my stream slowly reside. As it wanes, a small spurt splatters on the tiled floor. I pull my dick from the sleeve of the half-soaked prince and find one of the remaining dry ones to wipe my slit and finally scratch that itch I’ve had on my asshole for the past hour or so before tucking my skirt back down and distancing myself from the vandalized display.

“Thank God, I was worried you’d have to move to the next rack.” April sighs. She acts a little peeved because I halted her shopping, but she clearly didn’t wear her panties either and I can see her dripping with arousal. It’s more fun when she finds out on her own, so I don’t say anything for now.

After grabbing a bite from the food court, me getting a burger and an XL soda to feed my caffeine addiction and April getting a BLT with a medium sweet tea. We were standing outside holding our drinks in disposable cups. Having watched me scarf down my food and drain my cup in a matter of minutes left April in awe.

“Christ, babe. Where do you put it all?”

“In you, sometimes.”

“Yeah, I think I have been putting on a few pounds.” she says, looking down at her perfectly round boobs

“Pssh, you wish.”

“I’ll outgrow you soon enough!”

She’s wrong but I love the gusto. Plus, she’s cute when she gets overzealous. I notice as we’re surveying the stores on the strip April starts to get squirmier. Even though April’s the bigger piss lover between us, she gets pretty shy in public. She also tries to hide her need in public from me cuz she knows I’m very… not shy, and I’ll goad her into it. Lucky me, I spot a golden opportunity.

“Ooo, look April. A wishing well!” I point excitedly at the grandiose fountain near the center of a somewhat quiet plaza.

“Let’s go! I was saving these coins for an arcade but I’m gonna game the system and get like 20 fuckin’ wishes.”

She can’t help but giggle, but she abruptly stops and darts a hand to her unprotected crotch. Thinking I didn’t see it she slowly pries her hand away to avoid suspicion and I can clearly see her dripping wet palm. Nevertheless I run over to the fountain and drop a few coins into its shallow mouth I hand her a stack of pennies I scrounged from my purse.

“Here, make a few more wishes birthday girl.” Giving her a wink and a pat on the back with the other hand.

She scrapes like a glacier across the stone tiles doing everything to avoid moving her legs too widely. I can tell she doesn’t wanna lean over the fountains rim for fear of losing control. The cascading flow from the fountain itself is probably torturous, but she stiffly flicks a penny in. Even in her awkward rigid state it seems hard to overstate how beautiful she is.

“Oh my god, you look gorgeous. I gotta take a picture of you here!” I excitedly yelp.

Taking out my camera I tell her to face the lens and she does so with the most uneasy tight-legged stance. At this point her bladder is surely critical. I prod her a bit more.

“Can you sit on the ledge of it? I wanna get the basin in the back.” Talking to her in my very art-studently cadence I had when we first met. I think it brought back some fond memories for her too, considering the dribble now going down her inner thigh looked like a mix of piss and other juices. She was hesitant but couldn’t counter my justification. She tried to naturalistically cover her crotch with her hands as she lowered herself to the stone ledge. She briefly moved her hands for a millisecond to sit more comfortably and in that moment, I heard a muted splatter on the unpolished stone. She was firmly pressing her bare pussy against the granite now, not recommended but very hot to watch and think of nonetheless.

At this point I think she knows my intentions all too well, so I give her an even more egregious command.

“Perfect, now move back.”

She’s resistant to the point where she can hardly move a muscle

“Here. I’ll help you out, hun.”

She’s able to mutter something that sounds like “Wait” before I sit next to her and scoot her rear over top of the beautiful blue water. The resemblance to a toilet isn’t lost on April’s bladder which spasms so violently she lets out a beautiful burst of unmitigated hot piss. A beam so violent I see the pool splash back onto her pussy. Luckily the sound of the fountain itself is somehow enough to cancel out April’s relentless torrent. Her moans of orgasmic relief are harder to stifle though, luckily the noise from the crowd had picked up as well. I even got the opportunity to snap a few photos of her lightly yellow colored beam spurting out from behind her stunning shapely ass. Even after almost a minute her stream would not relent, nor did she seem any more spent.

Even if not by her own volition, she couldn’t help but revel in her naughtiness and be playful with it. She delicately swung her hips make her stream pace back and forth across the increasingly discolored pool. The thought that she could do something so devious with almost no one seeming to notice, nor care must have lit up her brain like fireworks. I tossed a couple coins at her ass to pass the time which earned me a very huffy glare once she broke out of her euphoric trance. Once she finally stopped violently displacing all the coins beneath her rear and let the last few spurts of her pee go I handed her a food court napkin with which she tried to discreetly wipe her slit and the inside of her legs.

“So, what did you wish for?” I coyly asked. She responded by elbowing me in the boob, which I probably deserved.

Disclaimer: Story contains watersports, sex, and trans & cis women partaking in naughty peeing. All characters are 18+

As I toss and turn half in a dream about jet-skiing in Honolulu and half awake. I can faintly feel something warm on my ass. As the dream fades from my mind, I feel it creep up towards my back. Eventually I turn so I’m lying on my back and just as I start to open my eyes, I feel a beam of hot water hit my face.

No surprise it’s Elise, standing above me on her phone in one hand and her dick pointed at me in the other. Elise is my girlfriend, and in only a couple months she’s really settled into the house. I can’t open my eyes fully without being blinded by droplets of her clear piss, but I know she’s standing over me with her brown hair still unkempt from last night’s “activities”, her brown eyes latched to her phone scrolling thru social media, and her olive-skinned lightly plump but muscular figure only covered by her Sonic t-shirt.

She lets out the last four spurts of her lengthy piss, one landing in my mouth. She turns her eyes to me and gives me a smirk I can’t resist.

“Laundry day” she purrs in her beautiful baritone voice

Elise isn’t as into pee as I am but she’s more than happy to indulge me from time to time. At this point it’s more out of convenience but most mornings I’m not complaining. We even had to get a waterbed so our mattress wouldn’t stink to high heaven, so I think she’s more into it than she lets on.

As she wipes the remaining droplet from her tip on my cheek, she extends a hand to lift me up outta bed before going to wash her hands. I follow her into the bathroom in preparation to take a shower, having slept in the nude, but not before giving her exposed ass a good smack with my piss covered hand. She lets out a delighted squeak.

“Next time I’m pissing on your toothbrush!” I threaten before climbing into the shower. I was joking but she knows I did that to a particularly shitty roommate in the past. I wasn’t quite as big nor strong as Elise, but I had darker skin, greener eyes, and blacker hair. I also had her beat in the ass department, and our boobs were about the same size.

“When you’re done, I’ve gotta surprise for you in the kitchen.” She called out before leaving the bathroom. After I finished drying off, I put on a modest white top and black skirt with a bra and pair of pink panties I really liked. I entered into our kitchen area to find Elise wearing only a black thong through which her large dick was incredibly visible. She had dollops of whipped cream covering both her nipples and was holding a cake with 2 candles on it, in the shape of a two and a four.

“Happy Birthday, April!” She hollered shaking her tits and dispersing some of the whipped cream by accident. I couldn’t help but smile at her bombastic display.

“Lemme guess, you pissed in the cake batter?” I asked.

“Aww, store-bought. But I would’ve if I could’ve, hun.”

Neither of us were too fond of cake and we certainly weren’t gonna eat a whole one by ourselves, so I decided to put a show on for her too.

“Well, guess I’ll blow out the candles.” I said, giving Elise a look to let her know what I was up to.

I produced my panties from beneath my skirt, discarding them on the kitchen floor where I laid the cake. As I got into a high squat above the flames, pulling up my skirt and baring my trimmed pussy to Elise I said, “Make a wish,” before letting loose a thin yellow stream that overshot the flames and landed on the blue and white frosting of the cake. I quickly adjusted my aim, swaying my hips back and forth, mercilessly pelting the candles and stripping the layers of decoration from the cake.

Elise was so aroused at this sight that I saw the head and part of the shaft of her dick spring out of her ill-fitting thong. I was in a euphoric state and beckoned her closer to me. Still spraying the cake, I begin to tongue at her breasts, licking what remains of the whipped cream and sucking on her rock-hard nipples. This is the only cake I need. Elise produces her cock, already leaking, from her panties and tries to aim it at the cake to join me. However, with my prodding tongue and her having spent all her urine on my face this morning, her attempt was short-lived. At this point I was also about to be spent, so I adopted a lower squat, my bare ass almost planted on the now soaked birthday cake. I can feel the wicks of the candles, wet but still hot, tickle at my rear. I do my best from this hunched over position to lick the dripping pre-cum and few droplets of urine from her beautiful cock. After the last drops of morning piss leak from my urethra we both move closer to the dining area, away from the cake and the sizable puddle on the kitchen floor. I continue to suck Elise’s dick, bobbing my head atop it and caressing it with my tongue. She climaxes quite quickly, and I swallow my sweet birthday treat.

As Elise sits at the dining room table, panting and tilted back in ecstasy and as I sit with my pussy touching the tiled floor, leaking a mix of my own juices I utter through shallow breaths to my lover

“Happy Birthday to me.”

When I was in college I loved going out with my girlfriend at the time, not just because she was fun to be around but because I knew I'd go back to my dorm with some batshit insane story to tell.

One night my girlfriend Sarah*, her friend Lola*, and I drove out to a church near campus to smoke in the parking lot. Sarah was pretty unfiltered when talking to me but Lola had her beat in that regard. By this point Sarah had known about my kink for some time (and I suspect Lola might have too considering how close they were). Eventually Lola got up from the curb we were sitting on and announced "I don't know about you but I gotta piss." Before I could even process what she said, she started walking behind the church near one of those transformer boxes. Neither Sarah nor myself said anything and we mostly just listened to Lola peeing, it was a formidable torrent from what I could hear. I'm pretty sure Sarah even tried to sneak a peak at one point. Even though it turned me on a bit I maintained composure and didn't try to look. When she came back into view she was still tugging her shorts into place and I could see a small wet spot on the front of her red panties.

None of us brought up this experience again but it certainly left an impression on me.

*For the sake of shortness. These aren't their actual names

Chapter 3: Duty Calls

As the two watch the sun slowly crawl down the dimming sky Patty notices a distinctive carriage cross the cobblestone streets.

“Ugh, aristocrats. Think they’re hot shit with the money they use to gussy themselves up instead of helping the needy.” Celeste hadn’t seen Patty filled with such principled disgust before.

“They deny needs from others for their own gain?” Celeste asks, genuinely puzzled.

“Pretty much, but their timing’s pretty good right now. Watch this!”

Patty clamors onto the windowsill, this time adopting a squat facing towards the street. She lines the slit of her pussy up with the passing carriage and releases a directed beam of hot piss. Celeste watches as the beam with little trouble reaches the square top of the carriage, making a loud splattering noise as it impacts the wooden exterior. Patty adjusts her aim as the carriage moves along its path.

“Gotten some good target practice in thanks to these guys. Hit the horse a couple of times my first go around but eventually I got the hang of it.” Patty boasts. Celeste clamoring onto the same space, aims her member toward the carriage as well. While she had Patty’s precision, her force was lacking. The projectile landed just shy of the top falling towards the wheels instead.

“Let me show you a trick I learned” Patty offers

Patty without much forewarning sticks her index finger directly in her girlfriend’s asshole.

“Now go.” Patty directs.

Although taken aback, Celeste obeys. Her stream has much more intensity than before and reaches a great distance longer, even overshooting the carriage. The two could faintly hear the men prattling in the carriage about how “simply dreadful the rain could be this time of year.” The two shared a hearty laugh at their expense. If only they knew that their gaudy vehicle was being used as toilet target practice.

“Damn, they moved out of range before I could finish this time.” Patty laments. Her disappointment quickly gives way to a mischievous grin, however.

“Well, we’ve still got an hour or so before the bar opens, time to hit the town and find the best place to find some relief.”

Celeste loved the way her girlfriend thought and went along with her plan. Celeste deciding to swap her member out for a vagina once more, and the two both deciding to wear maiden’s attire without any undergarments to speak of, they hit the streets of the commune looking for a spot to release their pent-up bladders. Fairly soon they arrive at the center of the commune, quieter than usual but still occupied. Celeste takes some newfound initiative and is the first to secure a pissing spot to call her own.

“It will be hard for you to top this.” Celeste confidently remarks. She daintily jaunts over to a small well, one of the community’s main sources of water. She lifts up the skirt beneath her buttocks plants her legs upon the mouth of the well and lets loose, busily urinating inside the water source for her own amusement.

“Woah, Celeste. I’m all for a little naughty fun but isn’t this a little much? These people need all this water, myself included.”

“Relax, Patty. I told you how I can manipulate my body’s properties, right? Well I gave my piss a healing property that I’m now generously giving to all the commune’s citizens.”

In truth, Celeste didn’t know if that was the case. She had imagined it, same as she did when manifesting her dick, but it had no physical effect that she could feel for herself.

“That is totally cheating! How am I supposed to find a naughtier spot than you now!?” Patty gawked

“I guess you’ll just have to forfeit.” Celeste playfully stated, having some spunk in her thanks to Patty’s influence. As she wiped the trickling droplets from her slit and rear with an inner fold of her skirt, she tauntingly flaunted her buttocks to Patty so that only she could see it.

“I’m gonna find a spot as good as yours, just you wait. In fact, I’m gonna piss… on you!”

Patty darted towards the center of the square and climbed atop the base of the statue lying in the center, the statue of Celestenne herself. Not caring of the attention, it brought her, she lifted her dress off entirely, leaning back on the base and inserting a finger in her asshole as she prepped to release the piss to end all pisses. Her pussy proudly aimed at the statue’s own, she fired off a concentrated stream of scalding golden piss. She spread her legs wide as the cascade of liquid payback ran down the statue’s right leg from the torso. Celeste, simply standing in awe of the arousingly disrespectful and brazen display, saw a crowd gather with a multitude of opinions on the matter apparent in their expressions. Patty’s flood crept higher on the statue, going from the pussy to the stomach to eventually resting on the statue’s exposed breast. She pissed with such intense force that the small nub of stone representing Celeste’s nipple was simply cleaved off. Patty cared not what those who gathered thought of her unabashedly desecrating the holy statue upon which the place she called home was erected. This playful competition got her fired up enough that in this moment, simply being an idol to her “competitor” was reason enough to assault it with everything she had. Tilting her head back in orgasmic relief, she could feel she was in the homestretch of her profane call of nature. Her stream worked back down the now glimmering stone effigy, passing by the naval and arriving on the previously untouched left leg and foot instead. In Patty’s satisfaction, she had time to dismount from the base while still mid-flow to gyrate her hips and slash the reflective plaque that laid beneath the statue that read simply “Celestenne, Goddess of Agriculture”. The last spurts of her pee were spent here before she rubbed her ass against the base itself to disperse the last of her amber urine.

All those gathered, Celeste included, were aghast at the site that had occurred before them. As she slipped back into her dress a cry was heard from the crowd.

“Quickly, take her to the Church of Celestenne to see to her punishment!”

Four or five people from the crowd seized her at once and dragged her into the church. Celeste quickly gave chase, she had egged her on too hard it seems and now it was up to her to resolve this mess.

Author's Note: I'm sure this all seems like a weird direction for the story, but trust me, I've gotta resolution to this I promise. As always, any and all feedback is appreciated!

Contains: Public urination, Piss vandalism, Watersports, 

Celestenne did not have much responsibility nor privilege amongst those of the Heavenly Plane and as such her work was often the most menial. Look through the Pool of Extraterrestrial Examination (or PEE as most know it) and make sure mortal harvests are bountiful, get rid of any animals with human parts or humans with animal parts, the basic stuff. But while skimming the farmlands, Celestenne let the pool’s eye wander and she found a commune the likes of which she had never seen. It was named in her honor and had a statue erected in the center of her visage! The face needed some work by the looks of it, but it was unmistakably her dark orange haired figure holding a farmer’s scythe in one hand and a chicken in another.

It wasn’t the kind of grand epitaphs her fellow immortals received but it was certainly new by her standards! On this special occasion Celestenne thought she would do something she hadn’t attempted before: taking on an earthly form. She wanted to mingle amongst her worshippers and decided this was just the time to do so! With a snap of her fingers, she closed her deep blue eyes and vanished from the Heavenly Plane and appeared on the Earthly Plane… as a woman… without clothes… in the middle of a field.

“I certainly hope I’m not borrowing the body of another mortal. No, this figure has to be my doing. Mortals typically fashion cloth to cover themselves, do they not? She reasoned with herself as she walked towards her own statue through rows of grain.

She eyed her mortal body, and it was… if she should sum it up succinctly, cute. Modest, perky, freckled breasts with nipples the size of pin needles, leading to a somewhat trimmed vagina. Despite almost perfectly mimicking her immortal form, Celeste found the form of mortals to be infinitely fascinating. As she placed her hand upon one of her breasts, she felt a brief rush, much more material than any pleasure she had received before. She began to fondle one breast, then the other feeling a pent-up urge completely foreign to her overcome her body. Her left hand began subconsciously drifting towards her pussy. She slid her fingers into herself and it was as if her body had been filled with fireworks. She began to slide her fingers in and out, going deeper and faster than the last each time, gasping for breath for the first time as well. Until eventually, lying in the fertile dirt of the wheatfield, she climaxed.

“What in Celestenne’s name are you doing out here, missy!?” a bearded farmer angrily retorts to her moaning.

Her first and most obvious hurdle was getting the townsfolk to believe that the naked lady masturbating in the middle of a field was actually the goddess they worshipped and had just taken the name of in vain, a hurdle not yet fully processed by the goddess herself, however.

“I am Celestenne, I have come to revel in the festivities of those who honor my name and give me praise.” She replies calmly.

“I don’t like drunkards wandering in my field, missy. So, you’d best get going.” The farmer dismisses while brandishing a quite sizable pitchfork.

“You understand not.” The goddess raises.

“I understand I’m not going to repeat myself. Now GET!” He barks nearly poking her mortal form straight in the rear.

She quickly stands before darting out of the field, feeling exponentially less welcome than she thought she’d be. Around this time, she learned another quirk of the form she inhabited, namely the bladder. Celeste had been paying enough attention to the humans to know they had a ritual to disposing of built-up waste in the body, but she didn’t know the specifics. As she ran into the commune, now dripping from having masturbated and having a butt covered in dirt, she talked with the first person she saw. A poor elderly man sitting on the dirt path and unable to move his eye up farther than her chest once he saw her.

“Excuse me, do you know of what I am to do to relieve myself of waste?” the goddess asked, clearly unable to think of a more natural sounding query.

“Dearie, you can use my mouth if you’d like.” The man replies clearly in an ecstatic daze.

It sounded somewhat impractical, but she reasoned it out in her head. Disposing of one’s bodily waste into the body of another, it’s likely this must be some method of forging bonds between mortals.

“Much obliged elder one, I am glad to have found such a reliable ally this quickly.” She courteously adds.

With the man already sitting she moves her mound intensely close to the man’s face, lifting her leg in an attempt to position herself properly. However, oblivious to how urethras function, she releases and spray her hot urine over the man’s chin, most of it splashing back onto herself or the man’s unprepared eyes and nose.

“Argh!!” the man cries out, jerking his head to the side and shielding his eyes.

The unexpected movement causes Celeste to lose her balance quite easily. Not knowledgeable of how to halt her stream, she continues to pee, leaving the man’s clothes, chest, and groin soaked by her outburst. Despite the unintended shock, she finds the feeling of release to be filled with ecstasy.

Somehow, once opening his eyes again, the man latches his mouth to the pissing flower of the goddess without missing a beat. Apart from seeming superfluous, Celeste could see why mortals would rely on this to form kinship. At this stage, her stream had turned to a harsh torrent. The man was holding onto her legs while guzzling down her contents and had only paused once or twice overall. All too soon, her torrent turned to a faint dribble, much like when she had pleasured herself in the field.

“I’ll get that for you, dearie.” The man grins as he sticks his tongue out to wipe the remaining droplets from her slit.

“Hey, you take her hands off her!” an unfamiliar voice calls from farther along the path.

Celeste and the man turn to see a tall green-eyed brunette in a barmaid’s uniform.

“Oh, hello Patricia” the man says trying to feign friendliness.

“Rufus, the last few cons I could excuse, but you’ve gone way too far this time! I better not see you out here again, got it!?” She asserts with a steel glare.

The man folds and leaves as soon as he can “Yes, ma’am. You two have a good night!”

“I’m so sorry miss, that old perv won’t bother you anymore. Are you okay, do you need anything?” the girl evidently named Patricia asks.

Celeste whilst eyeing the woman up and down see that she has notably darker skin and larger breasts than her own mortal figure. Through with her gazing and now processing what was asked of her, the goddess replies.

“It would be much appreciated if I could have some garments such as yours and perhaps a place to rest.” She softly requests, clearly still unable to process the events of the day thus far.

“Oh, you poor thing. You’re welcome to use the guest bedroom at my pub. Here, come with me.”

Patricia stops briefly at a market selling all manner of foods and ingredients, leaving with three bags worth of items. Celeste offers to take the third off of her hands.

“Thanks. Sorry for the wait, I was on a supply run when I saw you.” Patricia explains.

“I’ve come to believe it is a taboo for mortals to be nude in places of large population, yet you seem unperturbed by my presence.”

“Well, no laws against nudity in the commune. And I’ve worked at the pub long enough to see people exercise that right, frequently.”

Celeste peers into the bag she is carrying and notices a bottle containing a clear liquid.

“Careful with that, that’s a vintage. You’re free to try it when we get to the pub.” Patricia grins kindly.

“Most of humanity works on a barter system of some kind, yet I have done nothing to deserve such kindness.” Celeste asks quite puzzled.

“Piss to the barter system, a good deed’s always worth doing.”

“Piss?”

“Yeah, piss. It’s… well what that old man made you do.”

“I… pissed on him, I see.”

Being on Earth has helped in expanding her vocabulary, at least. Arriving at the pub, Patricia stores away all the supplies she brought. When she finishes, the two women decide to drink and sample all manners of alcohol the pub has to offer. Celeste herself has taken a liking to the beverage Patricia calls beer.

“I wish to express my gratitude, Patricia.”

“Please, call me Patty.”

“Very well. Patty, I wish to express my gratitude.”

“How do you figure?”

“I would like to stimulate you orally.”

Patty nearly spits out the drink she’s downing. She had no idea how to make sense of this girl.

“Well, I’d be lying if I said I’m not interested.” Patty admits with a lustful glance.

“In that case, shall I proceed?” Celeste asks in an unfittingly proper manner.

Patty now slumped over in one of the bar seats reasons “Eh, what the heck. It’s been a long day, taking the edge off might be for the best.”

Reaching under her barmaid outfit, Patty produces a set of white cotton panties, clearly dampened ever so slightly, before spreading her legs, revealing her neatly trimmed strip of dark pubic hair leading to her beautiful pussy.

Celeste took this as an open invitation and began to gently caress the woman with her tongue.

…

“Congrats on promoting yourself from the guest bedroom to my room, sweetie.” Patty sexily whispers.

After the drinking and the affair that transpired, the pair were both hit with the same urge.

“If we are to share a resting place, then may I utilize the guest’s space to relieve my waste?” Celeste asks.

“Mmm, you really are naughtier than I gave you credit for. Let’s do it.”

The girls rush upstairs to the modest room with little more than a nightstand and single bed occupying it. The pair clamor onto the top of the bed, standing atop it with a wide stance. Patty almost immediately bursts a thick stream of pee mixed with her juices on the top of the sheets. Celeste, being closer to the head, aims her pussy at the pillow. When she relaxes her muscles, however, she overshoots and impacts with the wall above the pillow. Getting a rush from her botched execution, Celeste doubles down and begins swaying her hips up and down, leaving the pillow, the wall, and the bedframe all covered in her piss.

Patty halted her stream for just a moment. In an attempt to outdo the show Celeste was putting on, Patty opened the lone drawer of the nightstand and squatted over top of it, not even bothering to check what the contents of it were before pouring a shower of piss into it.

The two surveyed their mess with a prideful gleam before both retiring to Patty’s room. It was clear to both of them they were going to have a good time.

Pulled this one out of the archives and was pretty happy with it! Maybe I'll pick up where I left off if you folks enjoyed it enough! Since it's almost midnight here, Happy Halloween!! Hope you have a good one :)

Full disclosure, I am addicted to soft drinks. And combined with living in a place where it takes about an hour drive to get anywhere good it can be... a struggle to say the least. I really need to quit but then I wouldn't have these fun stories to tell!

On one occasion I was sitting in the third row of my brother's car after having downed a 32 oz. We were on a street that I swear had four or five red lights back to back, it was agonizing. We weren't eve halfway home when I was full to bursting. Luckily my brother had the radio on loud enough that he couldn't hear me in the back row when I decided to slip down my pants and briefs and put my dick into the 32 oz. cup. Even so I was extra careful to only pee in shorts bursts and tilt it so there was little to no pee hitting pee. A few times I almost tilted it too far and soaked the seat and my ass with it. I had had my pants and underwear around my upper thighs thus far but at some point the cup got too full and I realized I was in for the long haul, so I pushed them all the way down to my ankles and placed the cup standing up right underneath me (not before getting my balls wet though 😕 eh what are you gonna do?) I finally got to a point where I wasn't desperate with the cup almost entirely full. The cup was transparent so I knew I couldn't carry it into the house and dump it out there without drawing suspicion. I instead decided to dart out of the rear door and dump it into the lawn before anyone could notice (it was just as tense as it sounds). I of course went inside to wash my hands afterwards.

That's how most of my piss stories go. Dunno if it was worth sharing, lol.

The Hamilton Ridge Vandal Part II:

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Before leaving the classroom, I made the bold decision to ball up my sticky pair of panties and stash them in my dress shirt. I mean can you believe it? The goodie-goodie, Annie Wilkins leaving school commando after taking a piss in a classroom! God, every part of me was on fire. No way I wasn’t relieving some of this pent-up horniness when I got back home. I was practically sprinting outta the empty halls when I collided with Connie Hill, the cheerleader. She wasn’t in her uniform though, must have been late for practice on account of one of her boyfriends. The girl was easy, I tell ya. But hey, I don’t judge.

“Ugh, watch where you’re running bookworm” she shouted at me.

“Umm, sorry Connie” I mumbled wanting to slip away as quickly as possible.

“Why are you even here? Trying to join the cheerleaders or some crap?” she shot at me mockingly.

Oh shit! I’m in really big trouble now, someone spotted me here, they’re probably gonna pin all the vandalism cases on me now! Can I get a lawyer? Can I even afford a lawyer? Whose gonna defend me after something like this!? AM I GONNA GO TO JAIL!?

“Yeah” I said quickly.

“What!? I was like joking.” Connie said, taken aback.

I sat up, realizing we’d both been conversing after landing on our asses, extending a hand to lift her up.

“Well, I uh gotta apply myself, something to get me outta the house. Like my dad says.”

She eyes me up and down while floored, and it completely slips my mind she can see clear as day up my skirt! She gazes for a moment but doesn’t say anything as I lift her to her feet.

Trying to save myself I eye a watch that I don’t have on my wrist.

“Oh crap, I just realized I can’t do practice today, I’ve gotta help my dad… fix the porch. Sorry to split so soon, bye!”

After running home and eating the same mashed potato and gravy dinner as usual I retire to my room, feeling just as frustrated and red hot with lust as before. I fling everything standing between me and my naked body to the floor and start pumping my fingers like wild, in and out of my now throbbing pink pussy. I wouldn’t have been able to buy a dildo without my nosey mom noticing but thank God I had the next best thing: those little knobs on the foot of bed frames. I assumed position atop of them and rode it until the cows came home! I started getting a little sore after a few minutes, but it wasn’t long until I climaxed in a glorious fashion leaving my snatch dripping all over the post and the surrounding carpet soaked in my fluids.

Looking at my wet carpet and riding the high from that ecstasy filled ride, I was incredibly giddy at the sudden urge that hit my bladder all at once. I looked around my room for a suitable target, but it was late enough that I wanted to be a tad more deviant. Completely in the buff, I tip-toed out of my room and downstairs to the front door, making a pretty pathetic attempt to cover my wet poorly shaved muff with one of my hands. I finally started to cautiously pry open the squeaky-as-fuck front door to go outside. I was expecting to see the lights from the master bedroom turn on at any moment but luckily that moment never came.

Looking out at the front steps it was clear I was all alone outside, not a light on in any of the surrounding houses. Even if there was someone else just wandering around, they wouldn’t have the light to see me in my perky naked glory. And I thought pissing in my shower drain was badass, look at me now! I hauled ass over to the spot I picked on this occasion, our immaculately manicured front lawn, the envy of the cul-de-sac due to my father’s somewhat disturbing obsession with seeing it untouched by man, animal, or weed alike. Now it’s 2 am and it’s gonna be my private toilet. I settled into a squat next to the sidewalk and just starting pissing! Hearing the hissing as the dirt turned quickly to mud. I gyrated my hips up and down to spread my love as far as I could.

I tilted farther towards the house in an attempt to attack the flowerbed surrounding my home with my yellow torrent. But I partially halted my rapid flow when I turned my gaze, only to find the perfect candidate for my relief. The garish pink flamingo adorning the grass between our lawn and garden. I walked away from my current vantage point and strolled over to this eternal source of torment whenever I was asked to mow the lawn. I climbed atop the back of the animal, causing its wire legs to sink further into the dirt below under my weight (look, I’m only like 140lbs get off my case). I pressed my pussy against this waste of plastic’s neck and let loose the flood gates. I pissed a violent shower atop as much of the thing as I could, some of the residue falling among the grass and azaleas beneath it as well. That was all incidental compared to the retribution I was delivering to that bright pink piece of shit I was soaking.

Surprisingly the loud ringing of piss hitting hollow plastic never drew any attention and as I hauled ass back inside I realized I had nothing to wipe myself up with, so I covered my pussy up with my hands as I sprinted over to the magazine stand in the darkened living room and gave my slit a swipe with the front page of the Saturday Evening Post.

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Hope you enjoyed! I'll be intermingling the main plot with the naughty bits more so going forward, also pinky promise to make these longer as well but I kinda cranked this out in a night. And I better not see any nerds pointing out that technically the lawn flamingo wasn't made until 1957. I'm fucking with ya, comment whatever you like, I'm not your dad.

Heya, new account here! Thought I'd use this to post a story I'd been working on for my own enjoyment and see how it fares with you lovely folks. Who knows, maybe if I get enough positive feedback I'll be compelled to actually complete a project for once in my life. 

Synopsis: In 1955, a schoolgirl named Ann competes with another mysterious vandal who’s been peeing in various spots around her school who’s inspired her to do the same.

Disclaimer: All characters in this story are 18 years or older, contains public peeing and masturbation

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All the teachers thought it would just be contained to the girl’s locker room. The monitors were completely baffled. But, clear as day, in the middle of the school hallway lie a puddle. A puddle with a tint of honey coloring to its form. Students were crowding around it due to the hubbub the teachers had made over it all. Folks were treating it all like a crime scene, which technically it was.

One of the loudest boys in the crowd yelled “Someone pissed on the floor!”

“I’ll bet a dollar it was one of the meatheads on the football team, they don’t know how to act!” said Diane, a cheerleader and the girl all other girls at Hamilton Ridge High looked to for answers.

“Hey, it started in the ladies’ locker rooms. You can’t pin nothing on us.” Said a scrappier football jock equal in volume to the first boy.

“Now let’s all calm down students.” The elderly Miss Quimby declared

Diane’s gopher, Connie chimed in, “You’d accuse us of something so foul?!”

It seemed a brawl was about to ensue over the puddle of urine, so I quietly excused myself from the hall.

My deep blue skirt flowed behind me as I jogged my way out of sight. Eventually I had made my way into the rickety tin stall inside the ladies’ restroom.

I sat down on the toilet that met me inside, pushing my school's uniform out of harm's way. I had worked my old white cotton panties down to my thighs

Before I had even sat down properly I was rubbing myself furiously. I clutched one of my breasts with nipple stiff enough to cut diamond as I fingered myself. The echoing wet noises I was making faded from thought and I lost more and more control of my movement as I pumped my fingers in and out of my glimmering pussy.

My name is Ann, and I realized that day that I love piss.

No, it wasn’t me in the hallway; but it would be bitchin’ if it were. It wasn’t hard for me to hear about the phantom pisser in the girls’ locker room, but I’d never seen their handiwork myself. From the tales I heard, he or she was a menace, recklessly pissing on the walls, in the floor drains, even in the trash can. It had piqued my interest, so I wanted to experiment at my home. I didn’t want my folks to catch me so the farthest I leapt was taking a pee in the shower drain. And it felt good, I felt like a badass, and I just had to do it again.

But now that I saw someone else’s, it wasn’t just cool. It was getting me all hot and bothered, and in the middle of class no less! I always tried to be on my best behavior at school, it’s why all the queens and such passed me by. I can’t catch what had made me focus on this violation of all things but by now I was cumming. I barely had room to move my legs in there so it’s no shock that my fluid had hit the door of the stall. I hadn’t had any boys get intimate with me, but in this day and age I didn’t need one to know I was a squirter. What startled me was how high it climbed on that door. With how dirty this old tin heap was already; I don’t think my misdeed will draw any ire.

The school day was almost finished. Heading to my locker meant walking past the spot again. I was a little sad to see the begrudged janitor mopping up someone’s handiwork. Better him than the hall monitors, I guess. They get it hard enough as it is, the girls especially. Gosh, look at me giggling at my own sexual jokes, my mother would have a fit if she heard me like this.

I may be getting a good mark in it, but I never did much like biology. I don't know what a mitochondria is, but I sure as hell don't want it anywhere near me. Speaking of things I don't want near me, my biology teacher Mr. Harris was eyeing me closely as I scrapped by another one of his famous quizzes. I managed to beat the clock and hand it in minutes before we were let out for the day. When that bell rang, students were sprinting out of the door already. Harris was in a hurry himself, maybe trying to dodge another faculty meeting on the phantom pisser. 

On my way out the door I felt a twinge in my groin, urging me to head to the bathroom. Luckily it was right across from the classroom I had just exited. But then something stopped me in my tracks, I was alone in Hamilton Ridge High... not only that, I was one of the only girls who never stayed after school for cheerleading, band, all that jazz. I had the golden opportunity.

Nervously, I tiptoed into Harris's empty classroom. I don't really know why I stayed so quiet, the place was totally lifeless. Not wanting to take any chances... well any more than I already was, I propped a chair under the door handle to make sure I was totally alone. From there, the world was my oyster, which is probably why I clammed up so much. After a minute or two I worked up the courage to slip off my panties, a tad sticky from my earlier escapade, and place them on an unused desk. That alone would have been adventurous enough for a-week-ago-Ann but a-week-ago-Ann was also a little bitch.

I assumed a squat on the tile floor, right in front of Harris's shoddy oak desk. I imagined doing the same brazen act in the middle of a lecture and it filled me with ecstasy. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, in horny anticipation. I relaxed my tense muscles and a soft pattering finally met my ears. I opened my eyes to immediately see myself squirting a hot amber stream onto the aged white tiles. The liquid pooled as I spread my legs wider and turned my soft flow into a torrent. I channeled all my rage with Harris's pompous attitude into a violent attack on the place I'm forced to see him. Out of spite and my growing lust, I arch back a bit and aim higher. Towards the desk I positioned myself in front of. The front panel of Mr. Harris's desk immediately turns a darker shade as it's subject to my spraying jet of piss.

All to quickly, the stream begins to wane. I spurt the few remaining drops of pee I have left on one of the legs supporting the desk. I notice the chair keeping the door shut has a leather seat and, in lieu of any proper toilet paper, I wipe my pussy on it. 

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Any and all feedback is appreciated! Too much preamble? Not enough? Should I ditch the 50s slang? No, I'm not apologizing for the clam pun, not in a million years.