The Hamilton Ridge Vandal (1955)

[Peenicks 864]

Heya, new account here! Thought I'd use this to post a story I'd been working on for my own enjoyment and see how it fares with you lovely folks. Who knows, maybe if I get enough positive feedback I'll be compelled to actually complete a project for once in my life. 

Synopsis: In 1955, a schoolgirl named Ann competes with another mysterious vandal who’s been peeing in various spots around her school who’s inspired her to do the same.

Disclaimer: All characters in this story are 18 years or older, contains public peeing and masturbation

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All the teachers thought it would just be contained to the girl’s locker room. The monitors were completely baffled. But, clear as day, in the middle of the school hallway lie a puddle. A puddle with a tint of honey coloring to its form. Students were crowding around it due to the hubbub the teachers had made over it all. Folks were treating it all like a crime scene, which technically it was.

One of the loudest boys in the crowd yelled “Someone pissed on the floor!”

“I’ll bet a dollar it was one of the meatheads on the football team, they don’t know how to act!” said Diane, a cheerleader and the girl all other girls at Hamilton Ridge High looked to for answers.

“Hey, it started in the ladies’ locker rooms. You can’t pin nothing on us.” Said a scrappier football jock equal in volume to the first boy.

“Now let’s all calm down students.” The elderly Miss Quimby declared

Diane’s gopher, Connie chimed in, “You’d accuse us of something so foul?!”

It seemed a brawl was about to ensue over the puddle of urine, so I quietly excused myself from the hall.

My deep blue skirt flowed behind me as I jogged my way out of sight. Eventually I had made my way into the rickety tin stall inside the ladies’ restroom.

I sat down on the toilet that met me inside, pushing my school's uniform out of harm's way. I had worked my old white cotton panties down to my thighs

Before I had even sat down properly I was rubbing myself furiously. I clutched one of my breasts with nipple stiff enough to cut diamond as I fingered myself. The echoing wet noises I was making faded from thought and I lost more and more control of my movement as I pumped my fingers in and out of my glimmering pussy.

My name is Ann, and I realized that day that I love piss.

 

No, it wasn’t me in the hallway; but it would be bitchin’ if it were. It wasn’t hard for me to hear about the phantom pisser in the girls’ locker room, but I’d never seen their handiwork myself. From the tales I heard, he or she was a menace, recklessly pissing on the walls, in the floor drains, even in the trash can. It had piqued my interest, so I wanted to experiment at my home. I didn’t want my folks to catch me so the farthest I leapt was taking a pee in the shower drain. And it felt good, I felt like a badass, and I just had to do it again.

But now that I saw someone else’s, it wasn’t just cool. It was getting me all hot and bothered, and in the middle of class no less! I always tried to be on my best behavior at school, it’s why all the queens and such passed me by. I can’t catch what had made me focus on this violation of all things but by now I was cumming. I barely had room to move my legs in there so it’s no shock that my fluid had hit the door of the stall. I hadn’t had any boys get intimate with me, but in this day and age I didn’t need one to know I was a squirter. What startled me was how high it climbed on that door. With how dirty this old tin heap was already; I don’t think my misdeed will draw any ire.

The school day was almost finished. Heading to my locker meant walking past the spot again. I was a little sad to see the begrudged janitor mopping up someone’s handiwork. Better him than the hall monitors, I guess. They get it hard enough as it is, the girls especially. Gosh, look at me giggling at my own sexual jokes, my mother would have a fit if she heard me like this.

 

I may be getting a good mark in it, but I never did much like biology. I don't know what a mitochondria is, but I sure as hell don't want it anywhere near me. Speaking of things I don't want near me, my biology teacher Mr. Harris was eyeing me closely as I scrapped by another one of his famous quizzes. I managed to beat the clock and hand it in minutes before we were let out for the day. When that bell rang, students were sprinting out of the door already. Harris was in a hurry himself, maybe trying to dodge another faculty meeting on the phantom pisser. 

On my way out the door I felt a twinge in my groin, urging me to head to the bathroom. Luckily it was right across from the classroom I had just exited. But then something stopped me in my tracks, I was alone in Hamilton Ridge High... not only that, I was one of the only girls who never stayed after school for cheerleading, band, all that jazz. I had the golden opportunity.

Nervously, I tiptoed into Harris's empty classroom. I don't really know why I stayed so quiet, the place was totally lifeless. Not wanting to take any chances... well any more than I already was, I propped a chair under the door handle to make sure I was totally alone. From there, the world was my oyster, which is probably why I clammed up so much. After a minute or two I worked up the courage to slip off my panties, a tad sticky from my earlier escapade, and place them on an unused desk. That alone would have been adventurous enough for a-week-ago-Ann but a-week-ago-Ann was also a little bitch.

I assumed a squat on the tile floor, right in front of Harris's shoddy oak desk. I imagined doing the same brazen act in the middle of a lecture and it filled me with ecstasy. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, in horny anticipation. I relaxed my tense muscles and a soft pattering finally met my ears. I opened my eyes to immediately see myself squirting a hot amber stream onto the aged white tiles. The liquid pooled as I spread my legs wider and turned my soft flow into a torrent. I channeled all my rage with Harris's pompous attitude into a violent attack on the place I'm forced to see him. Out of spite and my growing lust, I arch back a bit and aim higher. Towards the desk I positioned myself in front of. The front panel of Mr. Harris's desk immediately turns a darker shade as it's subject to my spraying jet of piss.

All to quickly, the stream begins to wane. I spurt the few remaining drops of pee I have left on one of the legs supporting the desk. I notice the chair keeping the door shut has a leather seat and, in lieu of any proper toilet paper, I wipe my pussy on it. 

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Any and all feedback is appreciated! Too much preamble? Not enough? Should I ditch the 50s slang? No, I'm not apologizing for the clam pun, not in a million years. 

Edited May 22, 2021 by Peenicks
adding content disclaimer

[Lutab 1,052]

Great work!! I hope you keep writing it. I think the preamble was good in this one. Now that the plot is established the next part probably wouldn’t need as much. 

[Fire2ninja 68]

Looking forward to more! Maybe try and make the story a bit longer for the chapters going forward, and it would be great! 

[Abluhwleh 8]

Nice work, and please keep the puns coming!

[nopjans 1,178]

You are an excellent writer. Thanks for sharing this chapter with us. I definitely look grotto seeing more from you down the line. 

[Peenicks 864]

On 5/23/2021 at 2:18 PM, nopjans said:

You are an excellent writer. Thanks for sharing this chapter with us. I definitely look grotto seeing more from you down the line. 

I'll be completely honest, you have been one of if not THE biggest inspirations for my writing, so it means the world to me that you appreciate my work! Part 2 is in the works so here's hoping you all enjoy what's in store :)

[Peenicks 864]

The Hamilton Ridge Vandal Part II:

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Before leaving the classroom, I made the bold decision to ball up my sticky pair of panties and stash them in my dress shirt. I mean can you believe it? The goodie-goodie, Annie Wilkins leaving school commando after taking a piss in a classroom! God, every part of me was on fire. No way I wasn’t relieving some of this pent-up horniness when I got back home. I was practically sprinting outta the empty halls when I collided with Connie Hill, the cheerleader. She wasn’t in her uniform though, must have been late for practice on account of one of her boyfriends. The girl was easy, I tell ya. But hey, I don’t judge.

“Ugh, watch where you’re running bookworm” she shouted at me.

“Umm, sorry Connie” I mumbled wanting to slip away as quickly as possible.

“Why are you even here? Trying to join the cheerleaders or some crap?” she shot at me mockingly.

Oh shit! I’m in really big trouble now, someone spotted me here, they’re probably gonna pin all the vandalism cases on me now! Can I get a lawyer? Can I even afford a lawyer? Whose gonna defend me after something like this!? AM I GONNA GO TO JAIL!?

 

“Yeah” I said quickly.

“What!? I was like joking.” Connie said, taken aback.

I sat up, realizing we’d both been conversing after landing on our asses, extending a hand to lift her up.

“Well, I uh gotta apply myself, something to get me outta the house. Like my dad says.”

She eyes me up and down while floored, and it completely slips my mind she can see clear as day up my skirt! She gazes for a moment but doesn’t say anything as I lift her to her feet.

Trying to save myself I eye a watch that I don’t have on my wrist.

“Oh crap, I just realized I can’t do practice today, I’ve gotta help my dad… fix the porch. Sorry to split so soon, bye!”

After running home and eating the same mashed potato and gravy dinner as usual I retire to my room, feeling just as frustrated and red hot with lust as before. I fling everything standing between me and my naked body to the floor and start pumping my fingers like wild, in and out of my now throbbing pink pussy. I wouldn’t have been able to buy a dildo without my nosey mom noticing but thank God I had the next best thing: those little knobs on the foot of bed frames. I assumed position atop of them and rode it until the cows came home! I started getting a little sore after a few minutes, but it wasn’t long until I climaxed in a glorious fashion leaving my snatch dripping all over the post and the surrounding carpet soaked in my fluids.

Looking at my wet carpet and riding the high from that ecstasy filled ride, I was incredibly giddy at the sudden urge that hit my bladder all at once. I looked around my room for a suitable target, but it was late enough that I wanted to be a tad more deviant. Completely in the buff, I tip-toed out of my room and downstairs to the front door, making a pretty pathetic attempt to cover my wet poorly shaved muff with one of my hands. I finally started to cautiously pry open the squeaky-as-fuck front door to go outside. I was expecting to see the lights from the master bedroom turn on at any moment but luckily that moment never came.

Looking out at the front steps it was clear I was all alone outside, not a light on in any of the surrounding houses. Even if there was someone else just wandering around, they wouldn’t have the light to see me in my perky naked glory. And I thought pissing in my shower drain was badass, look at me now! I hauled ass over to the spot I picked on this occasion, our immaculately manicured front lawn, the envy of the cul-de-sac due to my father’s somewhat disturbing obsession with seeing it untouched by man, animal, or weed alike. Now it’s 2 am and it’s gonna be my private toilet. I settled into a squat next to the sidewalk and just starting pissing! Hearing the hissing as the dirt turned quickly to mud. I gyrated my hips up and down to spread my love as far as I could.

I tilted farther towards the house in an attempt to attack the flowerbed surrounding my home with my yellow torrent. But I partially halted my rapid flow when I turned my gaze, only to find the perfect candidate for my relief. The garish pink flamingo adorning the grass between our lawn and garden. I walked away from my current vantage point and strolled over to this eternal source of torment whenever I was asked to mow the lawn. I climbed atop the back of the animal, causing its wire legs to sink further into the dirt below under my weight (look, I’m only like 140lbs get off my case). I pressed my pussy against this waste of plastic’s neck and let loose the flood gates. I pissed a violent shower atop as much of the thing as I could, some of the residue falling among the grass and azaleas beneath it as well. That was all incidental compared to the retribution I was delivering to that bright pink piece of shit I was soaking.

Surprisingly the loud ringing of piss hitting hollow plastic never drew any attention and as I hauled ass back inside I realized I had nothing to wipe myself up with, so I covered my pussy up with my hands as I sprinted over to the magazine stand in the darkened living room and gave my slit a swipe with the front page of the Saturday Evening Post.

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Hope you enjoyed! I'll be intermingling the main plot with the naughty bits more so going forward, also pinky promise to make these longer as well but I kinda cranked this out in a night. And I better not see any nerds pointing out that technically the lawn flamingo wasn't made until 1957. I'm fucking with ya, comment whatever you like, I'm not your dad.

Edited June 2, 2021 by Peenicks
Format error & writer's note

[Peenicks 864]

Realized I'd been sitting on this chapter in my notes for over a year. Whoops! Well, this may be a bit outdated then but I thought I'd share it nonetheless. The fate of this story going forward is uncertain but I hope you all enjoy this chapter at least!

The Hamilton Ridge Vandal Part III:

Heading back to school the next day felt like an accomplishment and like my worst nightmare. Everyone had learned about what I did in Moldy old Mr. Harris’s classroom and, just like I thought, blamed it on the Phantom Pisser themselves. I also came to a different realization. 

“Hey Ann,” I heard a familiar voice call.

Turning around I saw the brunette buddy to the most popular girl in school, Connie of course. My heart skipped a beat when I saw her, both because I was deathly afraid, she found me out and… well to be honest she’s got quite the classy chassis to her. 

“You said you wanted to like, join the cheerleading squad or something, right?” Connie asks to shock me outta my gawking. 
“Uhh, yeah.”
“They’ve gotta sign-up sheet pinned by the cafeteria or whatever.” She replies dismissively.
“Alright thanks, I’ll go check that out soon.”
I begin walking away before she calls me back
“Wait, Ann…”
I turn
“I’ll uhh, see you around I hope.”

I involuntarily smile at her genuine remark of kindness.
“Yeah, me too.” I call back before getting to my first class.

I don’t know what changed but I’m suddenly getting more respect around school. Maybe I’m more confident now that I’ve pulled off a crazy pissing stunt or two? Whatever it is, I dig it! 
I decided I would join the cheerleading squad for real and put my name on the sheet during lunch break. Just above my name I saw another in delicate handwriting, “Maud Perkins.” I thought not much of it other than it sounds like a grandma’s name, and like no one I know at the school.

The school day went by in a flash and before I knew it, I was staying afterschool for practice. Hamilton was clearly in desperate need for new members what with all the popular girls quitting for the school having “filthy locker rooms.”  I and all the new girls were thrown into uniforms that were either too loose or too tight and shoved into practice before we could blink. I’m a bit grundy when it comes to physical exercise. I wasn’t out of shape but the shape I was in might as well have been a square for all the good I did out there. 
I was in the locker room quietly changing when Connie roped me into another conversation.

“Okay, but like… what really made you wanna join? Everyone else thinks the cheerleading squad is a gross hellhole.”
“Are you kidding? I’ve idolized you gals the whole time I’ve been at this school! Besides if it’s so dirty how come the two most popular girls in school are here?”
“Who, Diane? She’s got a humongous scholarship deal helping her stay in. I’ve got my own reasons.”
“That you’re not gonna tell me?”
Connie suddenly looks to both sides, assuring the room is clear of people.
“If you really wanna know, follow me.”
Connie leads me to a door just off to the side of the locker room entrances. The door clearly reads “laundry room,” Hamilton can afford to house a room to wash all the school issued uniforms, but still can’t find more than one janitor.
Connie produces a key that she got from who knows where and leads me in.
Inside multiple machines are going without a soul in sight.
“Promise you won’t tell anyone?” she asks of me. 
My eyes widen, realizing what is about to happen before me. I quickly nod.

Connie skips over to one of the washers, slowly taking down her panties from inside her long skirt. Pushing open the door on top and tossing them in haphazardly. She turns back to me expecting a reaction but I’m stuck ogling at the glance I received of her neatly trimmed pussy beneath. By God’s good will she decides to slide out of her long skirt leaving her totally bottomless before she hops atop the opening of the rickety washer she opened. I see her eyeing me and parting her legs to give me the most inviting look at her beautiful flower. I so desperately want to get closer but not wanting to push my luck any further I cool down. 
With her legs parted she releases a gorgeous golden stream into the wet stack of uniforms, towels, and cleaning rags. I hear them touched by her stream with a muffled patter. She begins to gyrate her hips a little, trying to cover as much as she can. 

“They’re all gonna get washed anyway, might as well help a little.” She tells me with a mischievous grin.
I can’t muster anything in response being so overtaken by… how horny this is making me.
“This is where I come when I’m pent up, but not enough to make a statement. Like I did in the hallway this week, and like you did in Harris’s yesterday.”
Despite her bearing her secret to me, her comment still caught me off guard. “How did you know?”
“You may look like a cheerleader but from what I saw today, I knew you had another reason for hanging out afterschool.”
All the people who will even accept my company called Diane, Connie, and their friends airheads. But Connie was bright, talented, and pretty funny. She lived up to the hype, and then some. I wanted nothing more than to kiss this beautiful confident girl in the middle of vandalizing school property, but whether it was nerves or common sense, I held back.
While idly swinging her legs and releasing a waning torrent she looked to me and said something else that surprised me
“Now you pick a spot, I mean, if you gotta go.”
I thought I was in a dream but no way in hell was I asking for a pinch.

Luckily, I did have to go, and I obeyed her commands slipping straight out of my skirt and cotton panties, not even with the presence of mind to be embarrassed that I was exposing my wispy black bush to one of the most popular girls at Hamilton Ridge. Even today I couldn’t muster the strength to change anywhere but in an enclosed stall.
She gave me a look of approval and eyed my petite pussy, very clearly dripping with excitement.
Not wanting to be outdone by the very girl who inspired me, I swing open the door to a dryer adjacent to her. One thing I’ve been working to perfect is angling my piss while standing up and now was the trial. I adopted a wide stance in front of the pile of clothing before me, holding my lips just so that would hopefully hit its target. I finally calmed and released my full bladder onto the drying pile before Connie’s now wide eyes. Not all of it landed where I intended and a sizable puddle formed below me, but enough made it in that I called it a success when I finally decided to shake off the last few droplets dribbling out of me. Mimicking Connie’s discard of her panties, I used mine to wipe my pussy clean and then tossed them into the dryer.

“Wow, that was like… really fuckin’ hot.” She exclaimed.
I blushed a bright red. Now she knew how I felt watching her.
“You’re pretty fucking hot yourself” I giggled nervously.
She gave me a sultry look that made my heart pound like a marching drum.
“Hey, I don’t have anything to wipe with. Do you think you could help me out?” she beckons, now mounting a stance on top of the closed dryer with her legs spread fully apart.
This was it, the moment I never knew I wanted and never thought I’d get. I’m alone with the incredible badass, the Hamilton Ridge vandal herself and she wants me to eat her out!?
I wasn’t getting a clearer invitation than that. As I held her legs and planted my lips around her… lips I could breathe in her scent, a mixture of heat from the exercise and arousal, salt from the sweat and piss, and a bit of sweetness too. As I started to lap at the piss still dripping from her slit, I felt her body tremble a little as Connie let out a soft purr.
“Mmm, have you done this before?”
Too busy to answer I start to lick inside of her womanhood, still tasting the sweet and sour piss as I eat her out.
I feel her cling to me and wrap her body deeply into mine as her moans of pleasure turn to cries of ecstasy.
“Oh, fuck. Ann, I think I’m gonna…”
She shivers as I feel a hot sensation coat my mouth. I had no clue Connie was a squirter like me.

It feels nice to not be alone, in more ways than one.
 

[Alpian 687]

It was your question about the story that had disappeared that intrigued me - and I don't regret having gone to look for your writing. Great story - realistic writing. Feels as if it should be in the "Real Pee Encounters and Experiences" section - but likely I'm just daydreaming 😞

Rest assured I'm going to remain attentive to your postings.

[Peenicks 864]

3 hours ago, Alpian said:

It was your question about the story that had disappeared that intrigued me - and I don't regret having gone to look for your writing. Great story - realistic writing. Feels as if it should be in the "Real Pee Encounters and Experiences" section - but likely I'm just daydreaming 😞

Rest assured I'm going to remain attentive to your postings.

Aww, thanks Alp! I like to think my work's improved since this story and I'm glad you enjoyed it ☺️