The Contest At The Tree (Story 5 in “Calm Relief” Series)

[CalmBirdSong 109]

Both Henry and Dayna were desperate to piss, having spent a good 30 minutes outside hiking. The two had drunk a ton of Gatorade for the last three hours, and the results were starting to show. Since Henry and Dayna were outside, pretty much anything next to them besides the path was capable of becoming an outdoors toilet. With this knowledge, the two steered off of the path they were walking on, and up to a large tree that stood strong up into the air. This tree is now the target of Henry’s dick pee and Dayna’s pussy pee. However, just normally relieving themselves onto the bark in front of them would be too boring. As a matter of fact, the hike the duo were one has been free of other people so far, so no one would really see them doing anything peculiar. Wanting to spice things up, Henry thought of an idea. The idea was that Henry would aim his tool at the tree and piss, while his friend stood next to him, also letting go her stored contents of her bladder. It would become a contest to see who could pee the longest. Henry told Dayna this idea, and Dayna happily agreed to do it. Now with a plan in both of their minds, the friends walked up closer to the tree, but not too close, so their respective pee streams would not come directly in contact with the bark ahead. 
 

Now in position, Henry undid his jeans, pulling out his dick, desperately needing to let go of what it’s keeping in. Dayna undid her own jeans as well, before tugging down her panties, showing off her cunt to the peripheral vision of Henry’s eyeball. With both their pee tools now out and ready, the contest started. Henry’s stream came out first. With a delightful welcome, his first spray of pee erupted from his mushroom head, flying down towards part of the bark in front. Dayna’s bladder drink was next, with the parting of her entryway, the stream formed and gushed down onto the ground below. With two piss streams from opposite genders now playing in the air, the contest was put properly in place. Henry’s yellow relief stream was going at a stronger pace than Dayna’s though, rapidly pushing forth from the cock lips it came from. Dayna thought that her pussy lips were not as much as a match for her opponent’s fungi-looking stick, as her stream was visibly weaker than what was to the left of her. Pushing with more force, Dayna tried to make the pussy fountain she owned to be more powerful, and while her stream picked up in intensity a little, it still wasn’t enough to compete fully with her opponent. Besides, as soon as her attempt to anger her stream of pee was given up, the liquid leaving her pussy reduced to a smaller trickle in an instant. Dayna has then decided that she had lost the contest. Meanwhile, with a stream of victory still in play, Henry’s cock was still barfing out pee in the same force as before. Fortunately for the loser next to him, the strong, proud, pee stream finally died down by a smidge. However, a constant spray was still in effect, with particles dancing away from the main target point and landing in other parts of the dirt ground that lay below Henry. After about 6 seconds, the wonderful release of liquid leaving him was dying down by a lot, reducing right away to spurts that required force to get completely out. Dayna’s smaller trickle of bladder juice was getting very small, turning into her own spurt fountain of yellow goodness. With one last spurt, and a few drops to accompany it, Dayna felt like she finished her pee. Henry, on the other hand, wasn’t that done yet, with a few more long spurts leaving his dick tip. The long spurts turned shorter, before diminishing into droplets. One more drop came out willingly before Henry promptly closed his sphincter shut, as he has now finished his pee. With no more urine coming out of his fairly tired pee hole, Henry stuffed his tool into his pants and refixed everything. Dayna had also wiped her pussy clean, before redoing her own under clothing. With the two having completely drained their bladders, they went back to the hiking path. 
 

“Well, I certainly did win that contest we just had.” - Henry

”Yeah, like, by a long shot!” - Dayna

Throughout the rest of the day, Dayna thought of what it would be like to own a penis.

 

Edited April 11, 2020 by CalmBirdSong