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Nuns, some more pee and masturbation

The recollection of her young years' indulgence in masturbation sparked some thoughts in sister  Theresa's mind, and she expressed them in the following way:

sister, you were, and are, so innocent. But life as a nun can be very demanding. You are still a novice, and haven't yet taken full vows and I feel that, before you make a final commitment, you should at least once go through the experience we have been talking about. I think it is better you do it now, when you still have a choice of what you want your future life to be, rather than falling prey to this urge later, when it would be too late to come back.

Sister Agnes is intrigued, with a mixture of curiosity and residual fear.

If you say so, sister, I am so ignorant  and you are much more experienced. But wouldn't I be committing a sin, sister, would I have to confess?

the thought of sister Agnes having to reveal to the confessor the details of the experience terrifies sister Theresa, and she hastens to reply

no, no sister, you would be innocent. You are going to do it as an act of obeyance to my request. I will confess myself for my own sinning only, and then I  will double the penance given to me.

But will it hurt? I had heard you moaning

no sister, you are still wet from when you relieved yourself, and more fluid wil come, you will see, your body knows how to respond. But it will be a strange feeling that I cannot describe, it is like an ecstasy so strong to be almost painful. Go ahead, don't be afraid of touching yourself, I am asking you to do it. And , so that you don't feel too ashamed of doing it in front of me, I will do the same to myself.

Sister Agnes hesitantly lifts her gown with one hand and slips the other inside her drawers, past her fuzzy ginger pubic hair and down below where she had seen sister Theresa rubbing herself. Sister Theresa now felt she could relax. Her desire to help sister Agnes was genuine but she also knew that now she could satisfy her own needs. And her first urgent need was to relax the muscles with which she had blocked her bladder and soon urine started to flow freely again. Sister Agnes had been watching her companion to get encouragement and guidance and seeing a new puddle forming from under the sister gown , in her ignorance she felt she should ask

you are relieving yourself sister, should I too....

you can if you need to sister, but don't worry, just do what comes natural and your body will know what to do.

Both nuns then went on rubbing themselves, sister Agnes first timidly but then  more and more decisively, as waves of overwhelming pleasure were propagating thru  her whole body. Sister Theresa knew that now she didn't need to be so frantic. From her long time ago experience she knew how to pace herself, and she was monitoring  her young companion to be able to reach a simultaneous orgasm. Sister Agnes was going wild, she fell on her knees and yanked her drawers down, to have unimpeded access to her vagina with both hands. Oh my Lord, my Lord Jesus, what is happening to  me? she cried as her climax was near, oh my Lord. And sister Theresa increased the pace of her own fingering, not caring anymore if sister Agnes could hear her moaning and whimpering. They came together and sister Agnes collapsed to the ground, so exhausted that she couldn't stop more pee coming out of her throbbing labia. They stayed silent for a while, then sister Theresa helped her companion to stand up and set back her drawers in the right place.

Oh my Lord sister, but why such a pleasure must  be a sin?

I don't know sister, I don't profess to understand all the rules that are imposed upon us. But at the same time, these rules are set by men, who might not understand women's needs. But, she added with a twinkle in her eyes, if we are out together again we do not need to be so desperate before taking care  of our corporeal needs.

The end

Nuns, more pee and masturbation

As soon as sister Agnes had turned her back, sister Theresa , without even bothering to turn, didn't waste a second to hike her habit up, yank her drawers down to her ankles and squat. Pee started gushing out of her vagina right away, but she knew she had to be fast. As she started fingering herself as the pee was flowing, old feelings surfaced in no time and, as much as she tried to restrain herself, she could not help moaning and whimpering softly.

Sister Agnes could hear the hissing and splattering as the pee stream was rushing out, but she could also hear the sounds sister Theresa was uttering.

Are you allright sister? She had to ask but the reply " yes sister don't worry" came with a such a strange voice that she convinced herself that sister Theresa was in some sort of trouble and, in spite of the stern warning, she had to assist. But when she turned the sight she saw completely froze her: sister Theresa, flushed in her face, was squatting, drawers around her ankles and habit held around her waist, while peeing and frantically rubbing her pudenda, her dark bush in full sight.

Don't look, don't look sister, I am a sinner, screamed sister Theresa, please turn away.

But sister Agnes was paralyzed, she could not take her eyes away from the sight. And then, feeling that the circumstances warranted it,  she asked softly " are these those other urges you couldn't mention, sister?"

Yes, answered sister Theresa, and I have succumbed to them.

She had managed to somewhat take control of herself. While still squatting ( her legs were shaking and she didn't know if she could stand) she had dropped the gown to cover herself and , with great effort, she had managed to stop the flow of urine still half filling her bladder. But,  even though her repressed sexuality was screaming for attention, she knew that today she was not going to be able to reach complete fullfilment. But, unwittingly, sister Agnes was going to come to the rescue.

Yes sister, answered sister Theresa, these are those powerful urges. But, she added as almost to lessen her sense of guilt, I am sure you were aware of them and maybe even experienced them yourself.

No,no sister I haven't. When washing my private parts I was afraid to touch myself too much, even though sometimes a strange feeling was going through my body. And I know that some of the girls my age were sharing some sort of secret, and they would come out of the woods whispering and giggling, but I thought they had just been there to relieve themselves. 

And, due to her growing curiosity and thanks to the closer bond she had established with her elder , she dared asking  timidly

But have you allowed yourself to respond to those urges, sister?

Yes sister, answered Theresa, I cannot lie to you. When  I  was your age or even younger I had sinned repeatedly, but I have been able to regain my purity after taking my vows. But today the urge was overwhelming.

Oh my Lord sister, it was me who led you into  temptation?

No no sister, you did modestly what you had to do urgently and I had permitted you to do it. It was my sin not to turn my eyes away.

But, as this conversation was taking place, a thought kept forming in sister Theresa's mind.

Still to be continued, it is taking longer than I had anticipated

Nuns, pee, masturbation

Sister Theresa had been introduced to masturbation as a teenager by an older girlfriend. They had gone for a badly needed pee in the woods, which they did facing each other, and the sight of her friend's fully grown bush with pee gushing out from the slit below it had given  Theresa a strange feeling. Almost reading her mind, her friend said

don't pull your knickers up yet, I will teach you something new, do as I do

and she started rubbing herself between her legs, first gently and then faster and faster, with Theresa imitating her. They reached a powerful orgasm together and Theresa was hooked. Due to the lack of privacy in her house, she would satisfy her sexual needs when going to the outhouse to pee, and in this way peeing and masturbating were tightly connected in her mind. She would need to confess and the priest, with the pretense of needing to know the details in order to assess the gravity of her sins, would want to know where and how often she had been doing it,  whether alone or with other girl or, heaven forbid, with boys. Theresa had to reveal her acts with great shame, while the priest, who knew her well, was secretly masturbating at the thought of her penitent peeing and orgasming in the outhouse.

Upon joining the convent, Theresa had resolved not to indulge any longer in her sinful behaviour and, to avoid temptation, she trained herself not to use the convent outhouses, but to relieve herself in the chamber pot next to her bed, early morning and bedtime, together with all the other sisters in the dormitory. But today it was going to be another story.

Sister Theresa had been watching the young novice relieving herself forcefully with her round buttocks exposed and this sight, together with the signals from her own full bladder, made her realize that if she couldn't appease the overwhelming sexual urge she would just go mad. 

Sister Agnes had finished taking care of her need and, while standing and readjusting her habit, was saying, in a voice made cheerful by the end of her previous severe discomfort

forgive me again sister for beeing so weak, but I do not remember ever having been so desperate. 

And then, feeling that now she could speak more freely

but after all  we have had a long day, and I had only had the chance to relieve myself early this morning in the chamberpot

Don't apologize sister, what you had to do was quite natural and we are taught that " naturalia non sunt turpia". And, if you do forgive my openness, I confess that I have an equally strong urge too. I had planned to resist it until we had reached the convent, but I think I will take advantage of the safe situation too.

of course sister, you shouldn't hesitate, I am sure you must be in strong discomfort , I know how I felt and the relief was blissful( again sister Agnes was being more personal , somthing that she would not have dared doing earlier, but she felt that a new special bond had formed between the two).

But, sister Theresa said sternly, you must turn away. I am your senior and it would not be proper to be seen by you while exposing myself.

of course sister, answers Agnes, I will turn away and pray for forgiveness.

to be continued, sorry about keeping  you in suspense, but I need to submit the file before losing it

Nuns, pee desperation, masturbation.

Two nuns, a young novice sister Agnes and an older sister Theresa were walking thru the fields back to the convent after a long day in town doing various charities and no chance to go to the bathroom. At one time , blushing, sister Agnes says, 

I am sorry sister, I am embarassed to mention it, but I have a strong corporeal need.

Theresa replies: I understand sister but you will have to control yourself until we reach the convent. If someone were to see you, even at a distance, it would disgrace the whole Order. Moreover, we are taught to learn to control our urges, and prayer helps.

You mean like controlling thirst and hunger, says Agnes

Yes those and some other ones

Like...asks Agnes puzzled

I cannot talk to you about that sister, you should talk to the mother Superior.

Still puzzled, Agnes tries to pray to keep her mind away from the aching bladder. But, some twenty minutes later

I am sorry sister but I cannot control myself any longer, if I cannot find relief I am going to soil myself and I don't think our Lord would like us to deface our habit.

Allright sister, says Theresa, I have been hard on you but I understand it is an emergency. There is an abandoned barn just ahead, inside there you can do what you need to do safely.

Thank you sister but please let us hurry ( to her horror she has already been dribbling in her drawers).

They reach the barn and Agnes hears the magic words,  Go ahead sister , you can satisfy your urges now, I will keep watch and pray for forgiveness. But please turn away so as not to expose your most private parts.

Agnes needs no encouragement, while still dribbling she lifts her heavy gown, pulls down her damp drawers and, even before reaching a half squat starts peeing noisily. Theresa had asked her companion  to turn away so that she could watch without raising suspicions. The sight of the young sister white, plump buttocks, the stream of pee visible between her open legs, and her own strong need to relieve herself awakens in her almost forgotten sensations.

To be continued

My favourite fantasy is about women in uniform being desperate to pee. I like to picture a policewoman out on patrol being desperate, and eventually telling her partner " I cannot hold it anymore, cover for me" and then squatting behind a bush with only partial cover, and her partner enjoying the scene. Or even more I would love to see a nun peeing. There might be two of them, and one confesses her urgent need, and the other scolding her and telling her it is a sin doing it in public. But eventually, seeing her sister in utter disconfort, tells her to go and relieve herself as discreetely as she can. She hurries behind a bush, lifts her gown, down her knickers, etc. What a sight!

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Ok Gotah, I will have to reread the whole Inferno to find the episode. But please note that the Commedia was written between the 13th and 14th centuries, Dante died in 1321

yes Gotah, can you remember in which chapter of the Divine Comedy is the golden shower? Like Joyce, but to a lesser extent, Dante was not afraid of using what could be considered vulgar talk, when appropriate. In a famous passage for instance, the favourite one of most school children reading the opus, one of the devils summons his mates by "making his arse into a trumpet ( ed elli avea del cul fatto trombetta)"

Peevert, I believe the pee scene in The key is near the start, if the film starts in the street in Venice you are almost there

Patches place for sure. When I first discoveredit, in the very earliest days of the internet, I was in a library with terminal access, and I remember masturbating three times within an hour

I was recently visiting Vienna and, as I was walking through the large square infront of the Museum Quartier, It wa mid afternoon, I saw a bunch of punks, both male and females, hanging around and drinking.  As I was walking by, one of the boys left the group, a d headed for what was a discontinued access to an underground parking, withsteps leading diwnstairs but eventually blocked. I realized it was their private pee place, and I hang around assming someof the grls would need to go too. In fact some 15 or 20 minutes later, one of the girls left the group, and headed inthe same directions. i gave her some 10-15 seconds advace time, so as to catch her in mid stream, but, can you believe it, by the time I got there she was already done and coming back upstairs. I checked for puddles, and there was a clear, large fresh one. How desperate she must have been, to do such a large puddle in such a short time!!

Italian piscia, pisciare, mi scappa la pipi,

spanish mear, meando mijonas

In french the word Pisseuse might give some results.

Spanish word (?) Orinando or chicas orinando

the recent massive road block on the way to Dover must have been a bonanza of desperation and sightings. Any reports?

my parents were very private about their bathroom needs, but one episode changed that. We were driving thru Europe and we stopped at a town for some sightseeing, leaving the car in a parking garage. Leaving the garage, we had noticed signs for toilets, so we didn't bother stopping at a cafe' for a loo visit. But when we got back to the garage and headed for the toilet, we were met by the ominous "out of order" sign (or its French equivalent). I remember whining "I really need to go, mum" and she replied "I know what you mean", giving a sort of desperate look to my father. He looked around and said " it is sort of quiet right now, and our car is at the far end of the parking, you can go there and hide behind the car, and I'll keep watch". We hurried to the car and in no time pulled our jeans down and squatted side by side, but before we could finish my dad called "watch out, someone's coming..." We managed to stop midstream, and pulled the jeans up, exchanging a sort of embarrassed look... Luckily those people left soon, without coming as far as our car (the obvious stream on the ground would have been quite embarrassing), and I told my mum I still needed to go. She said "Oh OK, it's just as well" and went back behind the car, giving me a nod to do the same. When we were finished, my dad gave his contribution to the puddle, while we were standing guard. That episode broke a sort of unspoken taboo, and from then on my mum and I (and sometimes even my dad) peed together whenever the need arose.

I would die for a video of nuns peeing. There might be two, one of them confessing her urgent need, the other one scolding her....but eventually they take turns going behind a bush, lifting their habit etc... And while one is peing the other is praying for forgiveness

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thanks arcticguy, that sounds interesting

Peeing is exciting in most of its manifeststions, but one thing that turns me on is peeing in a context which os not directly related to peeing or porn. More specifically, I refer to books where peeing is described as part of the general story. Here are two examples from books I have read recently:

"Don't let's go to the dogs tonight" (yes, this is the correct title). It starts with the author (still a young girl) being desperate to pee, but holding as much as she can, since the toilet could lead to encounters with venomous spiders and snakes. Lter on inthe book, as she travels in a jeep with her parents, she and her older sister need to pee. The older sister asks her younger one to keep a lookout while she pees, but when the younger sister asks for the same favour she is told she is still too young to worry about that.

In another booh, a mistery thriller staged in Scotland (sorry, I do not remember the author nor the title) , the protagonist has been driving for a while indeserted areas when she needa to stop for a pee. Relying on the mist and the lonelyness of the place, she goes a short distance off the road, but while she hikes her skirt and begins to pee, she feels she is not alone. In fact, she son realizes she is surrounded by sheep, who nuzzle her.

I found boththese descriptions rather exciting. Has anyone come across similar passages?

I am a "girl" but I love to see other girls peeing. Once I had a wonderful sighting. I was at an airport toilet, washing my hands ( I had already had a good pee), when I saw this middle aged, slim women in a business suit rushing in and heading for a stall. Without bothering to close the door, all in one motion she hiked her skirt, pulled down her panties, went into a half squat and strted peeing copiosly. She went on for quite a long time and then she wiped , adjusted her dress and walked off nonchalantly. I guess she had bee on a flight where they were not allwed to leave their seats for a long time. Anyway I am still excited thinking about it