An evening at Cassie's (Part 8)

**steve25805** · June 15, 2014

After a boring day at work on friday, prolonged by my sense of anticipation at what promised to be an enjoyable evening, I finally got home, grabbing a take away en route. I got changed into a skirt and light top as it was quite warm and called a cab to Cassie's place.

When I arrived to be greeted warmly by Cassie who invited me in after a brief hug, I saw that Monique too was already there with about a dozen bottles of champagne, the first of which had already been opened. I needed to pee already, having not been since lunchtime due to deliberately waiting until now. Having announced my need, both women laughed, Cassie saying, "Pee anywhere you like, just no carpets, beds or soft furnishings. I don't want too big a clean up job on my hands tomorrow, haha."

"Kitchen floor ok?" I asked.

"Sure, go right ahead."

So I headed out into the kitchen, followed by the other two women, where I took off my knickers and squatted in the middle of the room. A loud hissing and splashing signaled my sudden release, as I took a long pee all over the tiled floor in front of my two grinning spectatators. A large yellow puddle grew ever more massive as I peed, Cassie uttering approvingly, "Nice."

Very soon, a knock on the door heralded the arrival of Clarisse who announced in her southern US drawl that she too had to pee. Heading straight into the kitchen, she laughed, "I see someone's already pissed on this damn floor, haha." She pulled open the dishwasher, discarded her panties, lifted her skirt and stood over the opened dishwasher drawer. Then she grinned at us as a thick stream of yellow pee started splashing down all over the dishes.

We all took our seats in the living room, grabbed a champagne glass each, poured ourselves a drink and began chatting. Some initial smalltalk soon got around to the subject of pee. Monique grinned at Cassie, "You peeing in that taxi last week was very naughty. I would like to have seen that, haha"

"Well I was there and I saw it", I laughed. "And even though I was drunk out of my skull I couldn't believe she was doing that! And when the driver kicked us out, she just stood in the middle of the pavement and finished pissing in full view whilst waving at the passing traffic, haha."

Clarisse chuckled,"Oh, if you'd known Cassie as long as Monique and I - several years now - you'd have been less surprised. She can be outrageous when she has had a few drinks. And we love her for it, haha.

"Hey Cass, darling. Tell Rochelle about those Jehovah's Witnesses...."

Cassie then, amidst much amusement, regaled us with an entertaining and outrageous true story. She kept getting doorstepped by two young Witnesses in their 20s, one guy and one girl, who seemed to have a problem with the fact that she was a lesbian and were on a mission to save her soul. Cassie was apparently a fair bit younger back then and less willing to be confrontational, so did not immediately tell them to fuck the hell off. But she was still just as naughty, so had another idea.

"And only Cassie could have thought this one up," laughed Monique.

Cassie continued her tale. When theWitnesses called again she let them talk for a couple of minutes, and then said, "Don't mind me. I really need to pee right now." Whereupon she turned to face the hallway wall just inside her doorway, lifted the front of her skirt whilst pulling her panties aside and thrust her hips forward. The Witness's talk trailed off as their jaws dropped. Cassie flicked a quick glance their way, saying, "Do carry on." And almost immediately started pissing against her own hallway wall as they watched aghast, too obviously shocked to react at first. She flicked a grin at them, saying, "I sure needed this. But you were saying.....? They actually walked away in shock at this point, no doubt convinced that Cassie was the spawn of Satan himself, lol. This left Cassie to close the door behind them, as she finished her piss against the wall. Unsurprisingly, those Jehovah's Witnesses never returned after that, lol.

"Oh, and then there was the flat-wrecking party when I was still a student". Whereupon Cassie began to recount another of her little adventures.

She was shacked up with another girl at the time, and was already making connections in the lesbian community. Anyway, her landlord discovered that she was a lesbian and was one of those homophobic dickheads who had a problem with it, and gave her notice to quit, informing her comtemptuously that she'd have a very long wait if she expected to get her deposit back. So Cassie had a novel idea for payback. She and her girlfriend invited a few other girls who were up for it around for a party with loads of drinks flowing. But this party was deliberately intended to trash the place in a very novel way. Basically, Cassie and her then girlfriend along with their guests spent the entire evening drinking and pissing everywhere, toilet out of bounds. Every inch of carpet and tiled floor was peed on as was all the furniture. The bed was peed on so many times that the mattress was surely utterly ruined. All the walls were peed against, curtains peed on, all cupboards, drawers and receptacles of any kind peed in. Tables were peed on. The cooker, fridge, and freezer were pissed in, and the kettle of course.

Several pics were taken of this piss vandalism being performed in "mid-flow" so to speak, though with no head or face shots. These were left upon the pissy sofa along with a handwritten note which said, "This is what you get for being such a dickhead and ripping us off. Hope you have fun cleaning up. And you can shove your deposit up your ass!" Cassie and the others all pretty much left the place after that, never to return.

"I suppose that as well as enjoying peeing for fun, I can sometimes kind of use it either as a weapon or as a means of getting a desired reaction, as those two episodes demonstrate.

"There was this other time at a party where the guy who hosted it tried hitting on me, in spite of knowing - and being told again in case it had slipped his mind - that I am a lesbian. Now I just find that disrespectful and a fucking pain in the ass. So I got my payback by sneaking into his bedroom when no one else was looking and pissing on his bed. Later I sneaked in there again and peed on the carpet beside his bed, haha."

She then told us about the first time she had ever been peed on. She was still barely out of her teens, but had got talking to this lesbian couple in their 40s in some gay bar or other. They offered her their glasses when she needed to pee, semi-jokingly in case Cassie was shocked, but of course she was up for it. She peed in their beer glasses under the table, then got to watch them drink it, the first time anyone had ever drank her pee. Invited back to their place, she ended up laying naked upon a large rug in the middle of the living room, as the two older women stood pissing all over her. They pissed in her face too, which led to her opening her mouth and drinking other females' pee for the first time.

Clarisse then interjected with an account of a naughty adventure of her own. She was still a teenager in the USA at the time, sitting on the grass in a public park, wearing just a blouse and a fairly short skirt with white panties underneath. She noticed this young guy sitting a short distance away who kept looking up her skirt when he thought she wasnt looking. So she decided to have fun, taking her panties off whilst he was looking away. Next time he looked, his eyes popped out of his head at the sight of her naked muff. He looked away for a moment but couldn't resist turning back. As soon as he did so, Clarisse started pissing in full view of him, grinning and waving at him as she did so. He went bright red with embarassment but couldn't take his eyes away from the gushing pee, and the bulge in his trousers was obvious. But his embarassment was so great that he moved away soon afterwards, leaving Clarisse chuckling to herself.

She was first introduced into the pleasures of peeing in naughty places with others by a guy who'd bought her a few drinks and talked her into going back to his place with him. She'd peed on her own bedroom carpet a few times when younger, but this was a whole new level. Upon entering via the back door into the kitchen, he said he needed to pee and joked about peeing in the sink. Clarisse then commented that the sink was a bit too high so he'd end up with most of it on the floor - the guy was a bit on the short side apparently. The guy then joked about taking his dick out and just pissing on the floor anyway. Instead of laughing it off as something funny but way too disgusting to do, Clarisse was turned on by the idea and actually offered to...er.."lend him a hand" so to speak. And she ended up holding this guy's dick as he pissed all over his own kitchen floor.

She then asked if she could pee on the floor there herself. He responded by telling her that she could pee anywhere she wanted. A little drunk, and heavily eroticised by the peeing fun already, Clarisse then strode straight into the middle of the living room and popped a squat. When the guy grinned approval without objecting, she pissed all over the carpet, the first time she had ever done that in front of someone.

But Clarisse realised that although bisexual, women floated her boat more than guys, and as she got older and got used to picking up girls, finding the Pink Lemon, and linking up with other enthusiasts on the internet, she gained a reputation for being one of the wildest pee freaks on the scene.

Although she now worked as a middle manager in a publishing house, when she first came to England she earned a bit of cash to get set up by actually performing in pee porn for a guy who met her in America and brought her over. They were pre-internet videos showing herself and another girl enjoying various pees around hotel rooms and on each other, but as yet she had never found them online.

This period of hers as a pee porn performer was certainly a revelation to me. She admitted to possessing copies of these vids on VCR cassettes at home and would let me see them next time we were at her place.

Clarisse loved golden showers - giving and recieving - and peeing in people's mouths and allowing her own mouth to be peed in. She also loved walking around in clothes soaked with piss - as I'd previously noticed at the Pink Lemon. She loved it all.

Once, she'd gone to a party on a large private boat with a rich guy who was dating her, where the main attraction turned out to be a couple of naked call girls on a silk-sheeted mattress, hired to be peed on all night by everone else. Girls as well as guys - wives and girlfriends alike, including Clarisse herself - repeatedly peed over these two girls whenever they felt like it, just for fun.

Monique then spoke up about how she came to leave Quebec and end up in Britain. She was loved by her French Canadian family who bankrolled her but was asked to move somewhere well away until a certain scandal had died down. She had come here and ended up building a happy life for herself. But the scandal that caused this was most interesting.

Monique was still in her early 20s and had befriended an older woman who was well into her 30s - the wife of a powerful French Canadian politician. Their relationship became sexual, until one day the older woman was shocked when monique walked in on her in mid flow, squatting and pissing on the living room carpet. She looked mortified, but Monique just smiled, squatted there facing her, and joined her in peeing on the carpet, both grinning at each other. This became their secret pleasure, not indulged in too often or else their tactic of blaming the dog whenever a pissy patch on the carpet was noticed might start to become too implausible. Sometimes, when no one else was home, Monique would bring the woman back to her own family home and they'd both pee on Monique's bedroom carpet.

All was going well, until - after a row with her stepdaughter who had apparently never accepted her - the politician's wife suggested to Monique that they both pee on the stepdaughter's bedroom carpet. They got away with it a couple of times. But on the third, they were unfortunately so entralled by the sights and sounds of each other peeing there, that they failed to notice the approaching footsteps. Until the stepdaughter herself and her young boyfriend both walked in on them, catching stepmother and Monique powerfully pissing on the carpet!

By all accounts, it kicked off big time, the shit well and truly hitting the fan. News started spreading, and a major scandal embarassing to both politician and Monique's family threatened to burst into the public domain. Serious money had to change hands to buy silence, and part of the deal happened to include Monique being banished well away from there for a while. That's how she ended up in England.

Here though, with the coming of the internet and discovery of the Pink Lemon and all the enthusiasts she had met in both, Monique built a niche for herself in the local lesbian pee fetish community and stayed, getting ever more into all facets of peeing fun.

An example of the kind of tales she had to tell was the time she was in a very plush restaurant, frequented by the rich and famous where - for a dare - her male companion for the night suggested she pee on the expensive carpet under the table. Shuffling forward to the edge of the seat, panties removed and stuffed into her handbag, back of her skirt hoisted clear, her muff was soon poised over the edge of her chair. Then she started pissing right there, all over the carpet under the table, a massively long piss which took a while and created a massive puddle. Yet none of the rest of the clientele noticed!

Amidst such tales, the champagne flowed and we all occasionally needed to pause to pee. The kitchen floor is mostly what got pissed on, though Monique thought it great fun to piss in the kettle. A couple of times we'd go upstairs just to pee on the bathroom floor as an alternative. As we grew more tipsy, we tired of that, and instead Cassie collected a large pile of her own clothing which she dumped upon the living room floor. "We can pee on these for a little while until it starts soaking through", she laughed.

Eventually, well tipsy, we finished off the champagne, by which time the clothes on the floor had become soaked to the point where anymore pee would just seep through onto the carpet. As an alternative, Monique retrieved from Cassie's kitchen a large glass jug into which each of us peed, producing in all well over two pints of piss. Monique then picked up the jug of pee along with her champagne glass and laughed, "Anyone else want some warm champagne?" As she filled her glass with pee, Clarisse, Cassie and I each held our own glasses out to her, to be filled in turn. And so we kind of ended the evening drinking a mixture of our own and each other's fresh warm pee from champagne glasses. Highly erotic.

Eventually, Clarisse and Monique left by cab, whilst I stayed the night sleeping with Cassie. But we had all agreed to meet up in the morning for a day out together, shopping, pub lunch, and wherever else the mood took us. And we talked about how we might have more naughty fun during the course of the day.

But that's another tale.