Mrs. Davis's Story

[Brutus 2,111]

(Naughty peeing involving a teacher and her former student)

This is the follow up to Alan's story, linked below in case you missed it or don't recall. Here the story is first retold from Mrs. Davis's perspective and then transitions into part 2. Special thanks to @miniskirtpisser, who encouraged me to write this and provided ideas that have been incorporated.

 

Mrs. Davis's Story

 

I could've died the day one of my students, Alan, said the most chilling words to me on the last day of school years ago. He knew I peed in his room two years prior and even mentioned the piercing I have down below. It was a terrible collision of nausea, embarrassment and panic running through me from a night I'd long forgotten about and locked away in the past. I couldn't move as he strolled out of my classroom after handing in his final exam.

Let me start from the beginning...

I've lived a double life since I was a teen. There's the version everyone knows as a respected school teacher. Then there's the real me, the version that appears on PornHub, with dozens of videos of myself peeing in various places, mostly in public, the version I was always ashamed of. One of my most popular videos shows me peeing on a new set of kitchen towels that were gifted to my sister in-law, that bitch. In another one, I peed all over a sofa cushion at a furniture store and some kid sat on my wet spot right after. I never show my face of course but it's a thrill I can't get enough of, whether I'm recording or not. Twenty-five years I've had this kink and have never told a single person so you can imagine how my world collapsed when my own damn student of all people, identified me for what I am, to my face. I imagined ways he could've known but none made much sense and it didn't matter much at that point. He knew and it sickened me.

It was my first year teaching at the high school level after twelve years at junior high. Alan was in my Algebra class and failing exams, so his father, Frank came to meet with me one evening to discuss what his son's issue was. Eventually the conversation took a subtle flirty tone and we could sense there was an attraction between us. I was married, but my husband and I weren't close and hadn't been for a long time, which became more apparent after our daughter went off to college. My personal unhappiness caused me to get frustrated with Alan when I shouldn't have. Talking with Frank that night was such a nice change and made me forget about my broken marriage. After we spoke, I offered to let Alan retake the most recent exam. Frank gave me his number in case I had any more concerns. I started updating him about Alan's progress and the conversations soon moved beyond that. We texted daily. It was a rush that I became addicted to. When the end of the school year came around, he asked if we could meet up again. I invited him to my classroom after hours and that time we had coffee and a fun chat. I was reminded what it's like to have someone be into me. The sexual tension was undeniable. We went back to his house after he assured me that Alan was out with friends to a movie all night and we had the place to ourselves.

When we arrived, I had to pee really bad and there wasn't any toilet tissue. Frank said to grab some from Alan's room so I didn't have to wait for him to get the new rolls that were still in his truck. So now I'm in my former student's bedroom with my skirt up, ass out, no underwear, pee on my leg and looking for the tissue box. Of course it was also empty. At this point I was frustrated and just reached inside his clothes drawer, grabbed a sock to wipe myself with and tossed it back inside so we could get down to business.

After sex, we cuddled for a while until I had to pee again. I got up and took my phone with me back to Alan's room with one of my more depraved pee ideas in mind. I realized what a great opportunity I had, to piss in the room of a former student. That was a once in a lifetime thrill that I simply couldn't pass. Frank was half-asleep and I had no eyes on me. I grabbed another sock from Alan's drawer, squatted down in the corner and recorded myself taking a piss right on his carpet. There were some shoes close by and I shifted over a bit to make my stream soak them. Then it got stronger and arched up and splashed a big speaker in the corner. My pee was spraying hard against the metal grill while Frank's cum dripped out of me. It was an awesome rush and such a great way to end the night. After that, Frank walked me out and I went home. That was the only time we hooked up because I soon realized it wasn't worth my marriage. Frank understood. I uploaded the recording and moved on with life. Two years later, Alan confronted me on that last day of his senior year. My secret double life was exposed. I took the video down and stopped uploading to my channel, fearing that he would expose me. After two more years, William and I finally decided to end the marriage.

A few months after the divorce was finalized, I was sitting at home reading a book one day when I got a Facebook message from Alan, who was in college at that point. I didn't know what to think but he talked about how much he'd thought about me over the years, apologized about throwing my secret in my face that day and asked how I was doing. I debated responding for a while but eventually did, and found myself messaging with him for the next few weeks. There was always this awkwardness for me because of my peeing stunt in his room but I was at a point where I didn't care much anymore and was enjoying the distraction. He eventually offered to talk about it, telling me he'd explain how he knew if I explained why I did it. I was hesitant but decided to invite Alan over for a friendly dinner so we could speak in person.

On the next Friday evening, I opened my door to my former student, the son of the man I had an affair with, nothing weird about that at all... We hugged and had a nice pasta dinner while catching up on each others lives, still avoiding the hot topic. It honestly felt nice to have someone to talk to other than my two girlfriends. After dinner, we moved to the family room sofa and finally dove into it. He explained that he was hiding inside his closet the entire time that night and saw me do everything, even sneaking out to catch a glimpse of my breasts when I was having sex with his father. He explained being deeply aroused by what I did, and often thinking about me. I can't begin to express my relief, not only to know how he saw me, but also that he wasn't disgusted, and in fact enjoyed it. He asked if I had peed in other forbidden places. It was a thousand pounds lifted from my shoulders that I forgot was there and it instantly put me in a better mood. For the first time ever, I was excited to talk about my dirty side, the real me!

I told Alan of the time I peed in another teachers desk early in my career at a junior high school, and how I'd routinely sneak into the boys room and pee all over the urinals before the students arrived so it would smell all day. In another one, I baked a cake for a retiring teacher and peed in the batter. Everyone on the staff ate some. I even had a piece myself and it tasted good! I told him of the time I went to a party in college and peed on some guys PlayStation while his roommate was passed out drunk a few feet away. There was the time I peed in the trunk of a rental car before returning it. I told him about taking my morning piss in my parents in-law's fish tank the first time I stayed at their place with my ex-husband. Alan really liked that story, especially when I revealed that the fish got sick and none of the family suspected me. Then I told him of a really good piss I took just earlier that day, hours before he arrived at my place. I was at the mall and headed into the restroom. There was a woman with her young toddler in the stall next to me. She was peeing pretty good but then I turned loose my loud power stream which completely drowned hers out. The kid said “Whoa mommy who is that?” She quickly shushed him. I laughed loud enough for them to hear and pushed it out even harder until the last drip, didn't wipe myself, flushed and went to the sinks. They were super quiet. I wonder if they checked my stall after and saw the mess I left on the seat!

After all of these stories, Alan was amazed that his former math teacher was this kinky. His arousal was obvious. He continued on about how hot he always found me, saying I was perfect the way I was, having the misfortune of a healthy sexuality and no one to fully share it with. I joked that he had the same smooth talk skills his dad seduced me with. Then there was a silence with us looking at each other deeply. We were both turned on. My bladder was also full from wine and I said I needed to pee, making sure to look at him in a way that assured he was invited to join me. I went upstairs to the bathroom, left the door open a bit and sat down. I heard his footsteps coming up after me and pushed my pants all the way down to my ankles. Alan stuck is head inside and then I opened my legs so he could see everything. He said “Nice piercing you have down there, Mrs. Davis” just like he said in my classroom all those years ago, but this time those words didn't evoke horror. Now, they felt like the sexiest words I'd heard my entire life and I started gushing my noisy stream in the toilet. It always feels good when I pee, especially at high pressure with a full bladder, but this insane circumstance made it way more intense. I soon realized I was also pissing through the opening under the seat, wetting my legs. I just chuckled and let it spray as it was.

He told me to stand up so he could see better. I tried to cut my flow off for a moment before doing so but it was too strong and wouldn't stop. When I stood up, a huge jet shot over the toilet and soaked my pants more. I quickly leaned forward to direct the fierce stream down into the toilet and the sound was really loud as usual. His eyes widened at how big my stream was and he understood why that kid was shocked hearing me at the mall. I noticed my breast was nearly hanging out of my top so I squeezed my arms closer together to push it out more but pretending to not notice that some of the nipple was exposed. I'm quite endowed so I knew he'd see it while my stream was still going. As it finished, I gave him a smile when I saw the erection in his jeans. I stood upright and acted surprised about my exposed breast and pushed it back inside my shirt, teasing that he didn't tell me it was out. Alan said we should take my pants off since they were wet. I lifted one foot for him and he slid each pant leg off, so now I was standing there with nothing on my legs and we were face to face. I said we should also get me cleaned up and handed him some tissue. He pressed it against my pussy and rubbed around, slow and gentle. We started kissing with his hand on me. It was so fucking hot I almost came right there.

I asked if he needed to pee as well and he said yes. I reached for his zipper and after a brief struggle reaching in his pants, pulled his cock out. I'm sure he was pleased with my excited reaction to it as I tried to aim it downward. He was too hard for that so we turned toward the shower and I held his raging shaft as he pissed on the wall inside. It felt incredible in my hand. I even squeezed and stroked it a few times to make the stream pause and burst out. When he was done, I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth. He came pretty fast, then we went to the bedroom and had sex twice that night. It was incredible, loud, sweaty and left my sheets ruined and the both us exhausted. Later that night, he took a golden shower from me right on his face, the first I'd ever given!

For the next few months, Alan and I hooked up every weekend to watch each other pee, sometimes on each other. The sex was always good, especially as time went on and he got better and more confident. He soon finished school and moved closer to his new job several hours away, and we didn't see each other anymore. I started dating again and my daughter and I have gotten closer. I take commitment seriously and will never go down the road of infidelity again, but no matter how great my new relationship is, there will always be a soft warm place in my heart for Alan. He taught me that my fetish and sexuality are parts of myself that I should love instead of being ashamed of, which is the best gift anyone ever gave me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Edited March 11, 2020 by Brutus

[Dr.P 1,458]

@Brutus, Thanks for posting Mrs. Davis's Story. It's a great sequel to Alan's Story, so well crafted that it seems like a true account of events, rather than fiction. Very believable, and a very exciting read. Telling the story from a female point of view, yet achieving believability, is a very significant accomplishment, hard to pull off, and you succeeded admirably well. Looking forward to more from you.

Dr.P

[miniskirtpisser 335]

@Brutus, I love this story!! I love how you portray her anxiety about being found out & her life story. You make her so believable. Thank you very much for writing this. I’m glad that she has a happy ending.
 

Just as an aside, are you planning to write anything about Mrs. Davis’s daughter? Is she as naughty/naughtier than her mom? Would there be a mother daughter pissing “competition”, maybe when they are going to the mall’s toilet during a shopping trip? I’m always so excited to read your stories. 

[Brutus 2,111]

4 hours ago, Dr.P said:

@Brutus, Thanks for posting Mrs. Davis's Story. It's a great sequel to Alan's Story, so well crafted that it seems like a true account of events, rather than fiction. Very believable, and a very exciting read. Telling the story from a female point of view, yet achieving believability, is a very significant accomplishment, hard to pull off, and you succeeded admirably well. Looking forward to more from you.

Dr.P

Thank you. True, it's a delicate act writing as the opposite sex, a perspective never experienced. I've read a lot of things written by women so I have a decent grasp of how they tend to write but still it's very easy to mess up, hence my consulting miniskirtpisser lately to spot things that only a woman could, among other ways she's helped. Good to know it's believable.

1 hour ago, miniskirtpisser said:

@Brutus, I love this story!! I love how you portray her anxiety about being found out & her life story. You make her so believable. Thank you very much for writing this. I’m glad that she has a happy ending.
 

Just as an aside, are you planning to write anything about Mrs. Davis’s daughter? Is she as naughty/naughtier than her mom? Would there be a mother daughter pissing “competition”, maybe when they are going to the mall’s toilet during a shopping trip? I’m always so excited to read your stories. 

Thanks, you were a big help! 

As far as her daughter is concerned, that's a character I hadn't thought about exploring, she was only a plot device to portray Mrs. Davis's loneliness. Anything is possible though. I'd have to think about it, since Mrs. Davis is a more wholesome character, I don't know if having some pee fun with her own daughter is believable as something she'd do, but I'll think on it. 

[F0rester 141]

I am loving the other angle perspective, would like to some of your other stories get the same treatment if you feel up to it.

[Peefreak99 3,706]

@Brutus you are one of the best story writers i have ever seen!

[Brutus 2,111]

On 3/9/2020 at 7:22 PM, F0rester said:

I am loving the other angle perspective, would like to some of your other stories get the same treatment if you feel up to it.

If you're still interested, below is a story I wrote a while back that I rewrote a week later from the woman's pov, which is part of my post titled '2 short stories' dated June 17, 2019. I linked the original male's story because I assume you'd want to see it first as a frame of reference and because I didn't feel like going back to copy the other link...

 

[Brutus 2,111]

1 hour ago, Peefreak99 said:

@Brutus you are one of the best story writers i have ever seen!

Peefreak, I appreciate that very much. I wasn't expecting that and can't think of anything else to say in response. Thank you.