Lavatrian Univeristy - The PISS Course

[Vassal 1,471]

Chapter 1: Introductions

 

As I have tasked one of my students to record his experiences as a native Lavatria in uni, I shall record my experiences as a British expat. My name is Charlie Stevens and I am a professor at Lavatrian University and I am here at the Lavatrian Embassey in Britain to help administer the Program for International Student Studies and help acclimatize international students to Lavatrian culture. I was born here in the United Kingdom to an English father and a Lavatrian mother. Around the age of 16 my parents divorced and I went with my mother back to her native home. It wasn't the culture shock that you could imagine as I am half-Lavatrian, it's engrained in my DNA, not to mention having a not-so-proper mother. I had always had a fascination with peeing and never really knew why, every so often I'd catch Mum in an inappropriate situation. I caught as such in our old home in England, as my father had left us, so it was just me and my 41 year old mum.

The first incident, a few years after the divorce, was when I was coming home from uni around the side of the house to the back entrance, only to catch my mother nude from the waist down, squating and having a wee right in the middle of the back patio! At first she didn't make any attempt to hide what she was doing, her legs spread wide open, giving me an all access view of my mother's crotch, which held a surprise. She was still wearing her panties! I could clearly see the stream weaving it's way through Mum's conseravtive white panties and splashing on the brick below, leaving them semi-translucent as they struggled to hold her urine. After what seemed like an eternity Mum realized the situation she was in and quickly closed her legs and stopped her stream. Blushing she stood up letting her skirt fall into place

"I... got caught out, I had to go so badly, I couldn't make it inside"

"It's ok," I reassured her, "It's not like I haven't had a piss back here, but I usually took my pecker out first."

"What a son, I've raised!" gasped my mother.

Thinking she was disgusted with my admission my mum stormed into the house.

With my mother gone I inspected the stain she left on the patio, a fan shaped splatter extended from where she squatted over the brick moments before, not quite as big as I expected for someone who was supposedly so desperate to go. In fact, seeing Mum weeing and now looking at the damage my own bladder cried out. Looking around the hedgelined garden I checked to make sure I was alone. Looking at the remnants of her "accident," cooling in the afternoon sun on the stone tile, an old lingering desire rose up from deep within my loins. I wondered, "What was it like to wet yourself?" Figuring my mum had gone inside to change and shower I guessed that I had a few minutes to myself in the yard. Flipping my trainer off I stood near to Mum's stain, intending to have our two puddles join and hide the evidence of my curiosity. Luckily I was in need of a wee after the journey home. The hard part was getting started. For what felt like ages I tried to relax, imagining myself in front of a urinal, it's funny how stubborn your own body can be. Finally I managed to release a spurt of pee into my boxers, but my urethra clamped shut as soon as the warmth spread over the head of my cock. Glancing down I could see a slight wet patch forming at the crotch of my khaki trousers. Again I relaxed, releasing another longer stream into my pants, darking the patch, and I watched as it slowly spread over my crotch and with it a delicious warmth. After a couple more spurts, the wet patch grew and grew until finally I couldn't stop it, my pants and trousers became flooded with the delightful caress of my bladder's contents, washing over my shaft and trickling over my balls as the warm stream soaked further and further down my trouser legs. I was smart to remove my trainers as my full bladder was now pouring out of my cuffs and mingling with Mum's puddle before me. The sensation was unbelievable. Looking down I saw the stain Mum had left was now twice as big as my bladder finally emptied, my cock twitching as I spurt the remainder into my ruined trousers Sheepishly I glanced around the garden again to make sure I wasn't seen, all aware of the raging hard-on bursting through the darkened fabric. Quickly I grabbed my trainers and ran into my room where it didn't take long before I released a large amount of a different fluid into my soiled boxers. After I was through I stored the dirty garments in a bin bag to secretly wash before Mum found out, something I wouldn't have to do for long.

Little did I know my mother was watching from her bedroom upstairs, perched at the window just in case to see what I did. She later told me how proud of me she was and admitted to watching me wet myself that day. As I was relieving myself on the patio Mum was standing at the window still wearing her skirt and fouled panties. She told me how seeing me go reminded her of her half-full bladder and how she simply let go right then and there, refreshing her panties in pee once again, delighting in the warmth as it snaked it's way down her crack, caressing her inner thighs as the wetness traveled down her smooth legs and pooling onto the carpet below. She said that it was at this moment she knew she could return to Lavatria and safely introduce me to their customs, but that is a tale for another session.

I am currently writing ths journal on the eve of the first day of the PISS course. Students should already be arriving to their dorms. For now we will allow them to use the toilet to pee but starting tomorrow we give them toilet passes, only one a day for defecation.. In fact even today if they were to use the toilets (of which there are far fewer than what would be acceptable) they'd find them a bit smaller and shaped differently than they're used to. The toilets are Lavatrian toilets and they're designed in such a way that you can defecate and pee at the same time, except you'll be weeing on the floor! It's fairly ingenious. To break them in we provide them with the LU branded chamber pot, carefully placed beneath each student's bed.

As professors we don't want to scare away any students so we try to ease them into the Lavatrian culture. It is a bit dubious but we sort of trick them on first appearance, we wouldn't want any parents to object right away either, so we let them have this day before the course begins. As I've said the school is located within the Lavatrian Embassy to ensure total privacy from stuffy English standards. The campus, tucked away in a far corner of the embassy, consists of three buildings. The classrooms, dormitory and there's a gym with a pool and a track. In the classrooms there is only one bathroom and it's on the first floor. One of the first things new students have to get used to is that the bathrooms are unisex and there are no stalls for the five toilets. The dorms have a similar set up but there are open shower rooms on each of the two floors. There are no toilets at all in the gymnasium.

The classes are generally small and we usually only get a dozen or so foreign students a semester, making the education process much easier. This semester we have a class of 4 men and 6 women after the initial drop outs, all from a mix of different countries, England, France, Germany, and Greece. We all speak English, of course. To make things easier on female students, I co-teach the course with a woman professor, Emma, originally from Switzerland. She's medium height and an absolute blonde goddess with a great rack of D-cups. Sometimes the transplants are bolder than the natives, which is part of why she signs up to teach this course. She loves easing the students into their new university life. We of course have to behave the first day and let the students acclimate to the new surroundings.

Emma nipped into the teacher's office, hand stuffing her skirt deep into her crotch, quickly closing the door behind her. “I have to wee so badly, but the students are arriving,” she exclaimed as she bound behind my desk. “Quick, roll your chair backwards.”

I easily complied to her demands, my desk was in the back of the office, up against the wall. The space now free, she swiftly ducked under the desk and pulled up the hem of her skirt, not bothering to remove her panties.

“I can't, wait until tomorrow,” she said as her knickers glistened wetly, her pee now pouring down onto the carpet below. “Can't a girl just piss in the hallway? Hope you don't mind,” she said with a wink.

I didn't, in fact seeing her go reminded me of my own bladder. Scooting forward in my chair, I unzipped my trousers and fished out my penis, aiming it between my co-worker's spread thighs. It didn't take much for my stream to get started and the room was filled with the ringing sound of twin streams splattering on the carpet. Grinning at each other we both enjoyed the freedom of peeing all over the office carpet, as if it wasn't an almost daily occurrence. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and we both quickly cut our streams short. Stepping out from underneath the desk, Emma went to the door, straightening out her skirt as I tucked away my cock.

It was one of the new female students, Vanessa, she had a question for Emma and she had a question about the chamber pot she had in her hand. Emma told her that Lavatrian customs were different from mainland Europe and that many citizens still used chamber pots. What Vanessa said next surprised us both, she asked if they were okay to use. Emma smiled as she told her that of course they were. Vanessa continued to explain that she was a bit weary of using the unisex toilets, since there were no stalls and wondered if she could use the pot some where secluded and then asked how to use it. She was starting to fidget during the conversation, her need was obvious.

Seeing that there was no time to nip some where more secluded Emma brought her to the broom closet in the office. “Quick, hand me the chamber pot, I'll show you.” Making no attempt to hide her wet knickers Emma placed the pot in the middle of the closet in front of the student and pulled her pink knickers to her knees as she squatted above the pot. Since our toilet was interrupted she immediately started to wee in front of the bewildered girl. Vanessa quickly looked over, worriedly in my direction as Emma started to noisily fill the receptacle with her pale golden liquid.“Now if you want you can spread your lips like this,” directing the girl's attention to her bald fanny, spreading her luscious lips and exposing the delicious pink flesh inside. “It'll help keep your panties dry, if that's what you want.” At this point Vanessa was too desperate to comprehend those words, now shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Finally Emma finished her toilet and stepped aside. Vanessa swooped in immediately after, pulling down her shorts and knickers to her knees and squatted over the portable toilet, seeing Emma go was too much for her.

“Like this?” She asked, “I sure hope so because I can't hol-” Her powerful stream interrupted her sentence. Dark yellow urine now twisting down into the partially filled pot below. She sighed heavily with relief as she was busy peeing in front of two teachers she had just met. She must have been holding since this morning on the flight in from France. After what seemed like minutes her flow slowed down to drops and she quickly remembered her modesty and sheepishly pulled up her knickers and shorts.

“I had heard the rumors, but I wouldn't have guessed the university was this open,” she said. “That... was different. I guess my need outweighed my pee shyness. Now what do I do with this?” She asked, slightly embarrassed, holding the half full chamber pot.

“I'll take care of that, you go back and settle in, I'll bring it to you later,” Emma replied, taking the pot from her. As soon as Vanessa returned to the hallway, closing the door Emma unceremoniously dumped the contents onto the carpet of the closet. Reminded of my own half full bladder I stepped into the closet, shoes squelching as I stepped through the puddle. I pulled out my cock and finished my toilet on the wall, while Emma eagerly watched. I had a good feeling about this class.

[spywareonya 37,962]

16 minutes ago, Vassal said:

but I wouldn't have guessed the university was this open

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

I never attended Uni (my life had been a bit complicated) but they say marvels of its parties, all sex and excesses ahahahahah

 

 

 

Anyway, now serious: GREAT STORY

I loved how it's written, not too long and very intense...

Bravo!!!

[wetwulf 3,324]

Welcome back @Vassal! This is a very hot addition to your series. I hope there's more coming!

[Vassal 1,471]

5 hours ago, wetwulf said:

Welcome back @Vassal! This is a very hot addition to your series. I hope there's more coming!

Thanks! It's good to be writing again. The writing struggle is real and I've found it hard to find time where I can "practice for reference," if you know what I mean.

[CON2H4 650]

I love it! I'm glad to see more free peeing fiction. There's been an awful lack of that stuff of late.

[nopjans 1,178]

Seeing a new story from @Vassalis always a welcome treat. 

[new2this 128]

@Vassal I missed you!  Welcome back!  This is awesome.

[daemoniak 614]

I like this new tale; it is starting rather tame, I guess, which is only appropriate for an introduction chapter. I am looking forward to the ramp up as the course progresses.

[Vassal 1,471]

1 hour ago, daemoniak said:

I like this new tale; it is starting rather tame, I guess, which is only appropriate for an introduction chapter. I am looking forward to the ramp up as the course progresses.

The beginning is always the best part! Tend to "lose the plot," when everything is out in the open.

[wetwulf 3,324]

23 hours ago, Vassal said:

The beginning is always the best part! Tend to "lose the plot," when everything is out in the open.

I didn't feel it was "tame" at all. There has to be a build-up in any good story. I thought the scene with the mother was really hot, especially when she admitted to just wetting herself while standing at the window.

I know the next chapter will be great, as well.

[Vassal 1,471]

1 hour ago, wetwulf said:

I didn't feel it was "tame" at all. There has to be a build-up in any good story. I thought the scene with the mother was really hot, especially when she admitted to just wetting herself while standing at the window.

I know the next chapter will be great, as well.

It helps that incest is "in," at the moment. Despite wanting absolutely nothing to do (sexually) with my own mother and family your stories and others' of mothers sharing their naughty peeing with their children is hot as fuck.

[wetwulf 3,324]

1 hour ago, Vassal said:

It helps that incest is "in," at the moment. Despite wanting absolutely nothing to do (sexually) with my own mother and family your stories and others' of mothers sharing their naughty peeing with their children is hot as fuck.

Thank you. I'm not really into "incest" (as in actual parent/daughter/son/sibling sex), but I love the idea of a family being open enough to share their erotic experiences with each other and even to be honest about their "attraction" to each other.

[Lutab 1,054]

Great story