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This has been posted elsewhere, but as with Part I, I've made a few updates, especially to the final pee. I hadn't read this in months and forgot quite how naughty this installment was! Hopefully you all enjoy it. Constructive feedback is always welcome.

Betty wasn't quite sure how she had ended up here, at this house party hosted by people she had never met, surrounded by strangers. Supposedly the house belonged to friends of Darrin, who was a friend of Betty's friend Karen. Or was it friends of friends of Darrin? Whatever the connection, Karen had absolutely insisted on coming to the party. Betty didn't totally object to coming, but now Karen had disappeared into the sea of people. Well, Betty would find ways to keep the night interesting, with or without her friend.

After an hour or so of mingling and drinking, it was time to pee. Betty inquired after the location of the restroom and someone helpfully pointed down the hall, saying it was the first door on the right. Betty looked down the hall and groaned. A line six people deep was already stacked in front of the bathroom door. Two of the women in line shifted back and forth uncomfortably. She should have expected this, given the number of people at the party. "Is this the only bathroom in the house?" she asked. Another person informed her there was another bathroom in the master bedroom, but the bedrooms were off-limits to party guests.

"Forget that", Betty thought to herself. She hadn't intended to pee anywhere unusual tonight, but she also didn't intend to wait 15 minutes to use the facilities when she could already feel her bladder straining. Walking away from the packed hallway, Betty proceeded through the house until she found the kitchen. A door at the back of the kitchen led to the back yard. The yard was fairly spacious, and a handful of partiers had found their way outside. If not for the slight evening chill, Betty suspected the yard would be packed. Small groups of people stood around in conversation, away from the cacophony of people and music inside.

A raised planting bed filled with orange, purple, pink, and white flowers as well as other greenery stood in the yard. This flower bed, indeed, the whole garden was quite impressive. Someone had taken a lot of care to select, arrange, and maintain the flora on display. Surely these lovely plants wouldn't mind a little extra watering? Betty strode confidently across the backyard to the flower bed, then gingerly hopped up onto the knee-high retaining wall. She moved a few feet into the dirt, behind some tall flower stalks, taking care not to crush the tender vegetation, then gathered her silver and black skirt up around her hips and squatted down. Betty enjoyed the feeling of the cool night air directly on her pussy as she pulled the crotch of her lacy black panties aside, tensed up her stomach muscles, and then relaxed.

A thick, pale stream of pee burrowed a small crater in the soil between her feet, but the ground thirstily accepted what Betty had to offer. She shifted a bit, which redirected the stream over a grouping of lilies. A few people turned to watch what she was doing, but she felt no shame. If anyone was offended, she could always blame her behavior on the alcohol. The peeing continued for 20 seconds or so, when another women in the backyard said "Oh my god... why didn't I think of that?"

A lanky blonde woman with an unsteady, intoxicated gate approached the flower bed as Betty sent the last of her pee into dampened earth. Betty bounced a few times to shake the remaining drops of piss off and slipped her panties back into place. Betty considered the delicate droplets of pee glistening on the lillies and smiled. "Do you mind if join you?" the blonde asked.

Betty shrugged and smiled. "I'm done but I don't mind." The blonde stepped up onto the raised platform and occupied a spot near where Betty had just finished peeing. The woman moved seemed a bit unsteady on her feet. She stepped up into the planting bed with much less care than Betty had and crushed a few plants in the process. Once she found her balance, she unbuckled her belt, unbuttoned her jeans, then pulled them and her panties down past her knees in a single swift motion. She bent at her waist and assumed a high, half-squat. A few drops trickled out first, then a thin beam of piss fired out an angle behind her, anointing more plants in the process.

Another woman jumped up as Betty stepped down. "I was wondering where the ladies room was," she joked to Betty. Meanwhile, two men had moved to the back half of the flower bed, discreetly pulled out their cocks, and were happily pissing over the azaleas.

Going back into the house, Betty could not help grinning. She had turned the tastefully manicured garden into an impromptu toilet... and it felt electric. There was something so wrong, yet so thrilling, about peeing on something so beautiful. No one here knew who she was. What other mischief awaited this night?

Betty enjoyed a few beers and a liberal amount of water as well throughout the night. Before long, she had to pee again. She checked on the bathroom, and found the same snarled pileup of people as before. It was just as well, she didn't want to use the bathroom anyway. She considered returning to the flower patch, but that felt boring. As she explored the house, Betty found a door that led into the attached garage.

A red convertible occupied one spot in the garage, the second stall was occupied by a beat-up table half-covered with boxes. On the far wall was a large basin and the washer and dryer. Peeing somewhere in the garage would be perfect, but where? Which target deserved the gift of being pissed on?

Betty eyed the car, and fantasized about pissing all over the insides. She could perch herself between the driver and passenger seats and let go. She imagined rivulets of her pee flowing over the leather seats, soaking into the luxuriously carpeted floormats, coating the gear shifter, steering wheel, and dashboard with golden drops of hot rain... what would the owner think when he found a piss-drenched car the next morning?

Or perhaps she should pee in the washing machine? It would be less vicious than peeing in the car, but still very naughty. Betty shuddered with pleasure at the thought of these strangers unknowingly exposing their laundry to her urine...

Then she took a second look at the table, and realized it was the perfect target of opportunity. It was a pool table! Betty had peed in all kinds of unexpected places, but had never pissed on a pool table. (She had fucked on top of one once...)

Pushing that memory aside for the moment, Betty took off her shoes and panties, then sat backwards on the table before scooted back on to the felted surface. She swung her legs up, then stood. A shudder of pleasure radiated through her body as she hiked her skirt up and squatted down again, facing the center pocket. She unleashed a stream, which pattered onto the green felt and soaked into the absorbent material. She pushed until the stream arced into the pocket. She then stopped and repeated the process for the corner pockets and the opposite center pocket. Rough, damp rays of urine leading to the pockets stained the felt, at least on one half of the table. She was not done peeing, but the other half of the table was covered with stacked boxes. Betty smiled when opened one of the boxes, and saw it was filled with haphazardly piled books. It was perfect. She hung her ass over the edge of the box and sent the remainder of her pee cascading down over the collected tomes. A sharp percussive sound registered as her piss impacted the wall of the box. "This might the closest thing to a toilet I pee into all night," she thought.

Forty-five minutes later, after some more water and another beer, Betty felt the familiar urge building. Then, Karen seemingly appeared from nowhere. "Betty! I think it's about time to leave. Are you ready?" The party was starting to wind down, Betty admitted.

"Ok, let me hit the bathroom first."

"That'll take forever, Bets. Can you hold it?"

"Do you want me to piss all over your car, Karen? There can't be much of a line anymore, right?"

Karen shook her head. "I just came from there. There's like six people in line." Karen said, slightly annoyed. "Just go into Steve and Kim's room. There's a second bathroom in there. They didn't want a lot of strange people going into their room, but it'll be ok."

"I'll be right back, K."

Betty walked into the master bedroom, and saw two additional doors inside the bedroom. One led to a walk-in closet, the other was locked when she tried to open it. She knocked on the locked door. "Hello? Is anyone in there?"

"Go away!" a drunken voice gurgled from within, followed by retching noises.

Betty rolled her eyes, then decided that the walk-in closet would serve her needs just as well. She surveyed the closet before deciding what to do. There were two rows of hanging clothes along one wall. The upper row contained women's clothing while the lower one's contents obviously belonged to a man. Betty raised her skirt above her waist and slid her panties down to her ankles. She leaned back slightly, adjusted her pussy lips and exhaled. A few drops pee pattered out slowly onto the carpet between Betty's feet before coalescing into a stream of urine arcing out over the helpless dress shirts hanging in front of her. Betty swayed her hips, dampening several sweaters, then finished by dousing an expensive gray suit with her piss. Relief surged through her as one last wicked idea for the evening popped into mind. She stepped out into the bedroom, her panties still around her legs. She grabbed a corner of the bedspread and used it to pat her pussy dry. As she rubbed herself with the silky material, stray droplets of piss soaked into the comforter. She nearly came then and there, but held off and recomposed herself.

Betty rejoined Karen by the front door. "Okay I'm ready!"

"Oh my god, Betty... I'm sorry we barely saw each other tonight, but you would not believe the DRAMA that went down."

Betty half-paid attention as Karen recounted her experiences at the party... something to do with Darrin and another man getting into a fistfight over Karen... Betty was focused on her own particular drama that night, and couldn't wait to get home so she could bring herself to orgasm. After the naughtiest peeing she had ever done, it wouldn't take long.

I've posted this elsewhere, but thought the audience here might enjoy it as well, if it hasn't been seen already. I made a few minor edits and changes from the original posting. (This was the first naughty peeing story I ever wrote, and there are things I'd do differently now, but what's done is done.)

All feedback is welcome. If there's interest, I'll post the other three parts.

Betty and Edward had mutual friends they were meeting at a bar downtown, and it seemed like a good idea to share a ride. But Betty was growing frustrated. Edward had circled the same few city blocks five times already, vainly searching for free street parking. Betty felt the pressure building in her bladder, and didn't want to waste anymore time. "Look," Betty told Edward as she squirmed in the passenger seat, "you better find a place to park soon. Just park in that lot over there. I'll pay for it if that's the problem."

"OK, fine. Relax!" muttered Edward. He drove into the parking structure and slowly circled the first level. No spots were open. He moved up to the second level, deliberately inspecting each aisle for an open parking spot. Nothing.

"God damn it, Ed, just go up a few levels and park. You don't get a prize for finding the closest spot!" Betty grimaced, took a deep breath, and clenched her fists. Edward sighed and zipped up the parking structure's ramps to the fifth floor, where there were plenty of open spots. Slowing down, Edward looked left, then right, as if debating where, exactly, he wanted to park. After a few seconds of indecision, he finally directed the car into a spot. Betty unbuckled her seatbelt and prepared to leap out of her seat. Before Betty could exit, Edward reversed, centered the vehicle between the lines, and pulled forward again.

Betty threw the passenger door open and clambered out of the vehicle, pointedly slamming the passenger door once she was free. "Oh my GOD, I have to pee!"

"We're only a few blocks from the bar," Edward said quietly. "Can you make it?"

Could she make it? Probably, she thought, if she absolutely had to, or the stakes were high. Say, a million dollars was on the line. But, the situation was nothing like that now. Besides, Betty got a thrill from peeing in unusual places. Usually that meant in an alley, in the swimming pool, or in the woods while camping. Sometimes, though, she went over the line of decency.

Peeing in a parking lot wasn't that extreme for Betty, but it would probably make the uptight Edward uncomfortable. That, she admitted, gave her a thrill too. "I don't think I can make it. I'm just going to go here, if you don't mind." Before Edward could object, she pulled her tight black pants down past her knees. Edward froze, as though he couldn't quite process what he was happening. Betty tugged at her lacy black panties, but didn't pull them down. "Are you going to watch?" she asked indignantly, though really she didn't mind if he did.

Edward unfroze as his mind finally caught up to reality "Oh, right. I won't look," Edward said as he turned his back and stepped aside. If he had turned around, he'd have seen Betty pull down her panties and squat down. In this position, between her creamy, shapely legs, he'd have clearly seen her pussy, topped by a neatly maintained strip of black hair. She was proud of her body, and deservedly so. She was around 5'7", and pleasingly curvy, like an old-fashioned pinup model.

"Whatever," said Betty, as she finally released the fluid pent up in her bladder. A clear stream of piss shot out between her legs, striking the concrete floor with violence. It thundered down for half a minute, then ebbed to a trickle before finally ceasing. Betty fished a tissue from her purse, and wiped. She looked around for a second before deciding to discard the soiled tissue beneath Edward's car. As she pulled up her pants, she looked at the foamy river of pee snaking across the ground and smiled.

Edward stood with his mouth hanging slightly open. He seemed to be breathing heavily. "Uh, I hope you feel better."

"You have no idea," Betty sighed. "If you take that long to find a spot next time, I might just piss all over your car." She said it jokingly, but in the back of her head, she meant every word.

The bar everyone met up at was an absolute dive. It's heyday, if such a time ever existed, was at least 25 years in the past. If anything nice could be said about the place, it was that the drinks were cheap and the bartender mixed them strong.

Toward the end of the night, Betty excused herself to use the ladies' room. "Oh my god, the bathroom here is so disgusting!" her friend Karen squealed. Naomi nodded in agreement.

"I hope it's not too awful. I'm dying. I'll piss in the sink if I have to!" She said it as a joke, but she would have no problem doing it.

Betty went to the back of the bar, down a narrow hallway, and turned left, where the ladies' room was located. She opened the door and found the other women had not been exaggerating. The toilet was stopped, and the floor was a swamp of piss and toilet paper, and it looked like someone had already beat her to pissing in the sink. The stench was foul. Betty frowned at the scene before her. There was a drain in the middle of the floor. Adding to the mess on the floor would have to do. Then, something else caught her eye.

If she continued down the hall, there was another small lounge attached to the bar. It was roped off tonight - either the crowd wasn't big enough to justify opening it tonight, or it was some kind of VIP room. Either way, it was empty now, and that presented Betty with an opportunity. She shut the door to the bathroom, walked down the hall, and ducked under the rope.

The room she found herself in as decorated like a Moroccan lounge. Low couches and large overstuffed pillows ringed the room. The floor was carpeted with a thick red shag, and the walls covered by velvety drapes. A few decades of spilled drinks, cigarette burns, and neglect had taken a toll on this room, but it still maintained an echo of its splendor. And tonight, it would serve as Betty's toilet.

She removed her pants, shoes, and underwear, setting them aside. Where should she start? After a quick survey of the room, she had a plan.

She walked up to one of the couches, adjusted her stance, and sent a stream raining down onto the thirsty fabric. Learning to pee standing up had been tricky when she first tried it a few years ago but she was glad to have done it. Being able to stand and pee allowed her to have so much fun! She swung her hips back and forth, directing the stream to and fro to spread the damage, then cut it off. She sent a short arc at the wall, leaving a streak of pee soaked into the drapery. She next unleashed an angry torrent of piss into the carpet for a few seconds. One spot in the rug had been drenched, but Betty realized this room had likely endured worse over the years. She was determined to leave her mark, and she knew exactly how to do it.

Hanging on one of the walls was a stylized painting of a man in front of this very bar. Maybe he was the owner? Betty pulled it down and placed it on the floor between her feet. A shudder of pleasure rippled through her body as she sent a golden cascade onto the painting. A sound like fabric tearing filled her ears as her pee struck the defenseless canvas. Would someone hear what she was doing? No, she decided, the music in the bar was too loud. After what felt like an eternity, Betty's relief was complete.

She returned the thoroughly defiled painting to the wall. The colors were running, and drops of pee were falling into the sofa below. Satisfied with her work, Betty dressed and rejoined her friends.

"You girls weren't kidding about the bathroom. What a pit!," she said. "Still, I had fun tonight. I think we should come back again."

The others agreed that a return trip should be scheduled, and they parted for the evening. As she walked back to the car with Edward, Betty quivered with anticipation.