The Loodites -- Part 1

[Vassal 1,401]

I really should stop just creating new storylines but it's just too much fun coming up with different scenarios and actually getting them written down. This story contains exhibitionism, mother/father/daughter peeing with vague incest tones and male peeing.

Discontent with modern life and the inane, self-important, drollery of office life I decided to do something drastic. I ended my lease, quit my job, bought a van and kitted it out into a pretty sweet camping van if I do say so myself. I found a hell of a deal on a low mileage but elderly camper conversion van and built it out into a comfortable little mobile home. I had everything except a shower and a toilet but neither bothered me much, well the toilet mostly. I was much happier peeing outside where I made my camp that night, either on desolate logging roads, remote campsites or parked at a secluded friend's house. I'd even boldly peed onto the pavement in some Walmart parking lots, though usually when I was tucked away in a corner. It's one of the joys of living like this, being able to pee in a different place every night. I often found myself having to get inventive when in situations where stealth played a more crucial role, sticking my cock into a gatorade bottle was my usual go to. Can't say it doesn't feel exciting to pee anywhere but a toilet.

I digress, my plan was to use my savings and just travel America's great outdoors. Things were going as you'd expect until I got lost hiking in the mountains of Montana. To make matters worse I got caught in a mini land slide and ended up at the bottom of a very remote valley.  And to top it all off my clothes ended up getting ripped to shreds in process, I can thank ultra-thin, ultralight materials for that. I laid stunned at the bottom of the valley, lying on my backpack which had helped break my fall, for who knows how long until I heard some footsteps approaching me. My view darkened as a silhouette blocked my vision, taking a few moments to realize I was gazing into the dark eyes of a pretty brunette woman about my age squatting besides me. She smiled and I saw her eyes wander down my body and at that moment I realized I was naked. Groaning in pain I went to cover my hairless cock. 

Moving my head to the side to get the rain out of my eyes I was treated to an unexpected but heavenly sight. My savior was dressed strangely to say the least. She was wearing what I correctly guessed were buckskin moccasins, wrapped around buckskin leggings that ended at tan, muscular thighs wet with rain, and that’s where my gaze stopped, fixated. My rescuer’s shaved pussy was on full display between her open legs, a mere foot away. She was wearing nothing but leatherstockings and a rough woolen cloak over her shoulders and chest. After what felt like an eternity, I pried my eyes away from those slightly open, perfect, pouty, lips and assessed my situation. Everything hurt like hell and lying on my pack was starting to do a number on my back so I offered a hand to my savior who helped me sit upright. Taking my pack off I assessed the damage; I was sore alright but only suffered some scrapes and bruises.

“Looks like you took quite a fall,” my rescuer said, “Do you know who you are, where you are, what day it is and what happened?”

“My name’s Tommy,” I responded groggily, we should be somewhere in Montana, it’s Tuesday and I got caught in a landslide.”

“Well, you seem to okay, didn’t seem to bump your head too hard. You can call me Sam,” she said cheerfully, “lets get you to my house. You must be freezing soaked like that, here take my cloak.”

Unwrapping her cloak and putting it around my shoulders revealed her top was similar to her bottom, or lack thereof. She was wearing a comically small buckskin vest that did absolutely nothing to hide her heaping breasts, now speckled with rain drops. My jaw must have hit the floor, I wondered if I really was okay because this was something right out of someone’s erotic fantasy, mine in fact.  At this point I decided to just roll with it and uncovered my penis, I noticed her gaze flickering back and forth between my member and eyes and she spoke to me.

“Think you can stand,” she asked, as she went behind me to help me up, pressing her bare breasts into my back, I could feel their warmth through the wet cloak. Taking a step up I stumbled and she caught me, pressing her breasts even closer to my body, thank God I was in too much pain or else I would have been rock hard.

“Guess I’ll have to walk you back, we’ll need to leave your pack though, I can’t carry you both.”

Going through my pack I found my bear hang line and gave it to her and she expertly hung it off a very high tree branch so a bear wouldn’t get it. It wasn’t until we were well on our way that I realized my only change of clothes was in the pack and I was still naked except for the cloak, cock and balls swinging freely in the rain as we slowly made our way through the valley. It was then that I realized I had to pee.

“Hey, I kind of have to pee, can we stop” I asked Sam.

Stopping, with my arm still around her shoulder, Sam started to stare at my cock expectantly. Glancing back up at my shocked face, she curtly asked, “Do you need help,” and before I knew it her other hand was now grasping my penis. Sensing my shock she continued, “Don’t worry, Mom helps Dad like this all the time.”

Too dazed and tired to argue I relaxed my bladder, it took sometime for my flow to get started, this was a pleasant first for me. It started with a few drops at first, rolling down the tip of my cock, progressing into a dribble and before we knew it I was pissing full stream with this naked women I just met holding my dick. Then she started playing with it, hosing down the path before us in various patterns, taking extreme pleasure in my peeing member. My stream started to die down and I could see her frown, deciding to have some fun with it I finished with some unexpected twitch inducing spurts which made her laugh. Realizing that blood was starting to flow to my cock I cleared my throat indicating that I was finished and that we were to continue, she reluctantly let go of my prick after giving it a few shakes.

We finally made it back to her home and it was a sight to see. Warm light was pouring out of windows set into a small hill. I realized that she lived in an earthen home! I had read about these looking into alternate housing, basically you build into a hill and use natural earthen walls and roof, they’re very thermal efficient and cheap to build. Nearby I heard the bleating of some sheep and could make out what looked like a garden in the now twilit downpour.

Opening up the admittedly cute custom wooden door I was temporarily blinded by the bright, warm light streaming out. When my eyes focused, I wondered if I just died in the landslide, because before me was a middle-aged woman dressed in the same scanty manner as Sam, squatting in the middle of the front room busily peeing on the gravel floor, legs wide open to Sam and I. The desire for warmth took over and we hurried entered the home, closing the door behind us.

Still peeing the woman said, “Oh hi Sam, I was just about to go look for you, seems you’ve come upon a bit of trouble,” now aware of my stare and I could feel hers on my exposed member.

Bringing me to a chair I reluctantly sat down as Sam now stretched free of her burden. Walking over to where the woman was peeing all over the floor my eyes widened as Sam took one hand and spread her pussy, a thick stream of urine was now splashing on the floor before her, adding to the already large puddle soaking into the gravel.

“He was caught in a landslide and ended up all the way down here,” Sam said, a loud hissing now filled the room, “His clothes must have been torn to shreds, had to leave his pack in a tree, he’s pretty banged up. Is it alright if he stays here a while? Can he Mom? Please?”

Sam’s Mother’s bladder finally emptied, the last few drops lazily rolling down her butt, as she stood up, she did a little shake, her large pendulous breasts swaying as she did it. “I would never turn down someone in need. Now what you look like you could use most is a hot bath, I just happened to have one drawn up, which is why I was about to look for this wayward daughter of mine. Now if you think you can manage, why don’t you go do that and I’ll get something warm cooked up. Samantha if you could finish up, can you please show our guest to the bath?”

Sam finished peeing with a few forceful spurts, mimicking my performance earlier, splashing loudly in the sizable puddle now in the middle of the room, there was a heady but pleasant scent to it and it seemed to permeate the home. Removing my sodden cloak Sam helped me to the room with the bath, a nice wooden half barrel designed affair with a small stove to heat the water. I was instantly revitalized by the warmth as Sam eased me in. I don’t know why I didn’t expect it but Sam unceremoniously removed her scant garments and got in with me to help me wash. It was then that I realized I needed to pee again.

“Sam, I gotta go again, can you help me out of the bath?”

“What for,” she replied, puzzled.

I was reluctant, even with the display I had just witnessed I didn’t want to offend my hosts.

“So I don’t pee in the bath? After watching you and your mom go in the front room I don’t think I can hold it until we get out.”

“Just pee in the bath, silly.”

With those words something seemed to awaken in me and I wanted nothing more than to follow those honeyed words. Sam was now across from me in the wooden tub, we were both sitting with our legs spread to fit in together, her eyes once again fixed on my cock beneath the water.

It took a bit of trying but I started to pee into the water, delighting in the new warm now flowing around my cock, making it’s way to my thighs. Sam reached a hand out to play in the underwater stream, giggling as she made urine currents under the water.

“I think I need to go a bit too,” she smiled.

She sighed and I could see her pussy lips open and waver in the flow she was creating beneath the bath water. I emulated her play, putting my hand in the pee cloud, feeling her stream. My bladder nearly empty something came over me and I knelt up, freeing my peeing penis just slight from the water line, now pissing noisily onto the water. Sam did the same, her lips hover just over the water splashing her inner thighs. We both laughed as our streams ended, squirting the last few spurts forcefully out into the water between us, splashing the other slightly. Her mother then announced that dinner was ready and I breathed a sigh of relief because I was starting to get hard. Sam helped me out of the tub and we dried off and made our way into the front room for dinner.

Stepping into the room we were treated to the view of Sam’s mother’s shapely but as she busily tended to the pots on the wood stove. Glancing over the shoulder at us walking into the room stark naked she realized my embarrassment and turned around. “I don’t think we introduced ourselves, you’ve already met Samantha, my daughter. You can call me Leah, Sam’s father also lives here, Peter, but he’s out at the hunting camp checking trap lines he won’t be back for a day or two. When he comes back, he can help you get back to civilization. That is unless our behavior makes you want to run away, but you haven’t already.”

“Now before we eat let’s get you some clothes, well sort of. If you haven’t gathered already we’re sort of nudists out here. We started this homestead to gain back our freedom, both from oppressive economic systems and well clothes themselves. All I have is a spare pair of Peter’s leggings and vest, we don’t have any sort of underwear in this house.”

Changing into the spare leatherstockings and buckskin vest I was surprised how warm they were, if not for the breeze but they were comfortable. I came back to Sam wearing a dry set of similar clothes as well, breasts still unbound. Again I reluctantly sat on the bench at the table, now filled with a pot of stew and plenty of pickled vegetables. Leah poured me a large glass of water and another glass of fresh sheep’s milk which I downed immediately and she happily kept refilling. I didn’t realize how hungry I was.

Amid telling my story I realized I had to pee again. Leah had kindly skipped over the two women peeing on the floor of the front so I wasn’t quite sure what the bathroom situation was.

“Um, Sam, I have to pee again.”

Sam giggled, and her mom frowned at her daughter.

“You don’t need to stand to pee like when we were walking, just piss under the table,” Sam replied.

Leah’s frown grew stronger as she turned to speak to me, “As you may have noticed, our bathroom habits are also a bit… strange. You see Peter and I also like to be free from the toilet and we built this earth house with that in mind. Sam has lived here almost her whole life and isn’t how you say, potty trained.”

Sam looked puzzled

“No carpets to ruin or floor boards to warp here, feel free to pee where ever you want, even right here under the table, Sam and I don’t mind the splashing,” Leah continued.

“Oh so you’re pee fetishists too,” I bluntly stated.

Leah turned red, and Sam still looked confused. Realizing what I said, I hurried followed up, “I think I might be too, now. To be honest, I’m wondering if I died back there.”

Leah’s eyes lit up with joy, “I didn’t expect Sam to come home with an outsider, we don’t get any company, I was worried you’d run away into the bush and get lost. Yes, we do happen to be pee fetishists too which was another reason we started the homestead. It sounds like we’ll be in good company, and when I say you can pee anywhere, you can pee anywhere,” Leah finished with a sigh and I started to hear a patter on the ground below followed by a hiss. I couldn’t help but look under the table to see Leah’s spread legs and bare muff pissing onto the wooden bench and overflowing in streams to the dirt floor below.

“I’m gonna go,” I announced as I grabbed my cock and pointed it into the void under the table before me, Leah’s noisy flow made it more than easy for my bladder to empty its contents out the tip of my bellend joining Leah’s puddle. Sam was glue to looking under the table as I arced my stream out from the bench.

“You’ll have to excuse her, she’s a very forward and curious girl. You’re the first man she’s seen other than her father in a very long time.”

To be honest to have a woman like her watching me piss all over her floor felt good, really good. “It’s alright, this is a new experience for me too,” I said as we both finished our toilets in a last few lazy spurts onto the floor.

“Tommy, do you think you can help me wash the dishes?” Sam asked.

By now I had regained enough strength to stand on my own and I eagerly agreed. Standing at the wash basin next to Sam I thought that the basin was a bit low but thought nothing of it as I helped Sam wash up as I told her stories of civilization and my life while she told me about life at the homestead. We had finished up and Sam pulled the plug on the drain, which she explained goes to a greywater trench they dug. It was then I noticed that the sink height was just below the height of Sam’s lower lips and I only know that for sure because she was now spreading her lips open with both hands and peeing directly into the wash basin. With all that sheep milk I decided to join her, sticking my cock into the basin and directing my stream in zig-zags across the draining water. Sam joined in too, swaying her hips side to side, directing her stream like mine in the remaining water, giggling all about.

Suddenly I got handed a tooth brush from behind, “We had a spare,” Leah said, “It’s yours, there’s some toothpaste on the shelf there.” I could feel Leah’s breasts press up against my back, her hard nipples easy to feel through the vest as she reached for the toothpaste.

The three of us stood at the basin brushing our teeth as Leah started to pee down her now bare legs, rivulets of warm urine snaked down her thighs as her pussy shot out a messy stream onto the basin wall and ground below. When she was done with her toilet she brought me to the shared bed room where Sam was bringing out another blanket. I only saw two beds.

Leah explained, “There’s only the three of us so we only have the two beds, you’ll have to share with Sam.” Both women were now completely naked, removing their open shirts and leggings. I did the same. Getting into bed I noticed that the mattress was strange, to discover that it was made up of various plant materials, there was a strange scent to it too, almost like perfume.

As I lay in the small bed, with Sam’s warmth beside me I contemplated my situation. I wanted to get back to my van but on the one hand I was sure glad I got caught in a landslide. As I drifted to sleep I thought I heard a slight hissing from the opposite bed but could not be sure it wasn’t the wind.

[Alfresco 11,456]

1 hour ago, Vassal said:

I really should stop just creating new storylines

You really shouldn’t stop!  This a very imaginative storyline and a hot situation.  Please do continue with this and any other lines that you want to start…..

[Vassal 1,401]

25 minutes ago, Alfresco said:

You really shouldn’t stop!  This a very imaginative storyline and a hot situation.  Please do continue with this and any other lines that you want to start…..

Depression certainly kills all creative output. I'll try to keep this one going. A bit of author stand in going on in this one. 

[wetwulf 3,294]

14 hours ago, Vassal said:

Depression certainly kills all creative output. I'll try to keep this one going. A bit of author stand in going on in this one. 

Sorry you're feeling down. I can relate.. But @Alfresco is right. It's an intriguing premise, and all the peeing scenes are hot. I hope you do keep it going.

[CON2H4 622]

I think this is the best I've ever read.

[Ms. Tito 2,263]

On 10/10/2021 at 6:19 PM, Vassal said:

Depression certainly kills all creative output. I'll try to keep this one going. A bit of author stand in going on in this one. 

It really fucking does.

[dougm 73]

Love this story. Now that you're back, I hope we see a continuation.

[Guest Wetling]

No carpets to ruin? I'm offended. 😂 No really, I like your stories. The peeing and sexuality is wildly exaggerated of course, yet all the characters are so gentle and sensual that I just want to hug them. ☺️

Edited April 5, 2023 by Wetling

[Lutab 1,036]

Great story!

[Vassal 1,401]

This has been kicking around in my head ever since I started this story line and I know I won't progress until I at least have something more down on paper. Includes bed wetting, mutual hand jobs (M/F) and female holding male pissing. Also contains sexual openness which would include light incest as in mom watching and encouraging daughter to engage in sexual acts.

I awoke pleasantly to the warm golden light of the morning sun filtering through the windows. I was delighted to find that the previous day, even though traumatic, was not a dream. My savior, Samantha, was still as naked as when she rescued me from my hiking accident, laying on her side beside me. She was clutching my arm with her slowly heaving bosom wrapped around it. I could feel that hand was warm and pressed against something damp and slippery. My cock was already a bit hard from morning wood but the realization that Sam had my hand squeezed between her legs up against her pussy made it tent the woolen blanket. To my horror I heard a stirring in the other bed as Sam's mother, Leah, awoke.

“My, such a healthy young man,” she said, eyeing my erection. “Don't mind Sam or I, do what you need to. You may not be surprised that we're not prudish. We similarly about sexual relief as we do pee. If you need to masturbate, just do it, we're all adults here. My husband Peter and I have been fucking out in the open once Sam became of age and she'll touch herself anywhere. And don't worry about making a mess of the sheets.”

As if to reinforce her last words she threw back her blanket, revealing her naked voluptuous body, large breasts hanging on her chest in the sunlight. Nipples hard against the cool morning air. She sat up and pulled up her knees as she spread her legs. Suddenly a long arc of gold issued forth from between them , splashing loudly on the bedspread before her. My eyes widened watching my host piss all over her bed, a dark wet patch slowly growing before her.

“I think I mentioned that you could go anywhere, that includes the bed. Sam usually wets the bed before she even wakes up. I'm surprised you're still dry. She isn't exactly potty trained.”

Stricken with lust, my free hand wrapped itself around my turgid member but I was hesitant, not wanting to wake Sam. How would she react?

“I do it on purpose, Mom,” Sam suddenly replied, pouting. I could feel her hot breath on my neck. “And I don't mind,” she said, flinging back the blanket exposing my erection to the herself, as well as her mother. This also gave me a great view of her naked body. She squeezed my hand between her thighs, forcing a few of my knuckles in between her moistening lips, up against her canal, hot with desire. “But first,” she moaned and my hand was enveloped in an incredible torrent of warmth. The strong pressure from her urethra washed over my fingers and trickled down her thighs, pooling between us on the wool sheet. Before I knew it was lying in a warm puddle of her strong scented morning toilet.

The room was filled with the delightful sound of hissing and splashing as the mother and daughter wantonly wet the beds. It was beyond anything I could dream up in a sexual fantasy and I started to jerk my cock as Sam pissed all over my other hand, precum was bubbling out of my slit, lubricating my masturbation.

Curious, Sam touched my cock head with a single finger, catching a bit of the clear drool and rubbing it with her thumb, delighting in the slippery sensation.

“That makes it easier for boys to jerk off and have sex,” Leah said in a motherly tone, “Spit works too.”

I was surprised yet again to see Sam spit into one of hr hands and then rub it on to the head of my cock. It felt incredible as she then started to lightly grasp my erection and soon take over jerking me off. I could hardly believe it, a gorgeous woman was giving me a hand job while her mother watched, while both women were deliberately pissing the bed!

“I'll let you two be,” Leah said as she pushed out the last spurts from her bladder onto the bed.

“Oh Tommy, be a dear and hold in your morning pee after you've cum, we have use for a man's strong morning piss here at the morning. Especially with Peter gone.” Eyeing Sam, “Honey, when you're done please show him where to go.”

“You got it mom,” Sam said, picking up the pace of her strokes.

“I'll go get some breakfast and coffee ready,” Leah said as she walked out the bedroom door, not bothering to put on her scanty leather stockings. I caught a glimpse of some yellow droplets clinging to her manicured curly hair and her bare butt glistening with her morning micturition.

Sam started to grind her pussy into my hand as she urinated and I slipped a finger into her vagina.

“Keep going,” she moaned as I felt her walls clamp around my second finger.

As my digits went in and out of her vagina, her pee rhythmically gushed out, splashing us both, making a huge mess of the bed. She went wild as I started to rub her engorged clit with my thumb. The bedroom was filled with moans and the wet slapping of hands on genitals.

As Sam's stream slowed to a dribble, I could feel my orgasm mounting, “I'm gonna cum,” I said breathlessly.

“Me too,” replied Sam, panting.

Suddenly white gobs of cum erupted from the to of my cock, arcing high into the air and landing on the blankets. Sam gently aimed my spurting cock, catching rope after rope of my sticky white semen on her breasts and stomach. I felt her pussy contract, griping my fingers as she came, pushing out the last of her urine in a huge gush. We kissed for the first time in the glow of our orgasms, holding each other as we caught our breath.

Eventually we got up from the bed and surveyed the mess we made. There was a huge wet patch on the bed, flecked with my shiny ejaculate. Same held up her hand with strings of cum stretching between her fingers. Likewise I showed her my hand soaked with her piss and girl cum. We laughed and used a dry corner of our blanket to clean up.

We left the bedroom unclothed into the kitchen for breakfast and as I wondered where I was to pee we were greeted by Leah wearing only an apron. The apron did little to hide her nudity and her breasts were pouring out. I was not surprised to see a well marked fan shape stain on the fabric hiding her twat. This was not helping my full bladder and I unconsciously grasped my cock.

“I hope you two had fun,” Leah said, eyeing our glowing composure. “Tommy, you must be bursting, Sam quickly show him to the door door.”

“I was just about to, Mom,” Sam argued. “Quick Tommy, come with me,” she said as she pulled me to the front door.

I was embarrassed as I lost enough control that a spurt escaped my cock and landing directly on Sam's thigh.

“Sorry!”

“Don't be, I did just pee all over your hand and our bed. Now don't worry, you can let it all out here,” Sam instructed, pointing to the front door. The previous night I failed to notice a dark fan shaped stain on the door interior, just the right height for a pissing cock. “Dad pees on the door in the mornings, to keep the mice out. He says they're afraid of the smell (author's note: they are not).”

At this point I didn't care where I peed and neither did my cock as my bladder released it's hold before Sam could properly get out of the way, soaking her thigh and dribbling down her leg.

“Sorry,” I apologized again.

“Like I said, don't be, I kinda like it,” Sam replied as the drumming of my stream hitting the door filled the entry way.

“I kinda liked it when you peed on my hand too,” I said, now boldly aiming my cock high at the door.

The both of us watched as my stream cascaded down in a broad triangle shape, rewetting the stains of Peter's previous pees. A pool started to form at the bottom of the door.

“Can I,” asked Sam.

Having an idea of what she meant, I freed the hold on my dick, letting it fall, still pissing away, stream now splashing on the floor. Sam pressed up against me and grasped my penis and pointed it straight up, causing a high arc to hit the door in large droplets. She giggled as my stream darkened the dry wood and trickled to the floor. The doorway was filled with the lovely sound of my pattering morning piss and the strong scent of my morning pee filled our nostrils. Surely enough to keep away rodents or even a bear.

“You two seem to becoming close friends,” Leah said, now behind us, watching her daughter hold my cock as I used her front door as a urinal.

“Mom watch this,” Sam said as she pointed my stream at a dry section of the door. Slowly she started to spell out the letters “S-A-M,” in a large dripping font. This caused the three of us to laugh.

“I've spelled my name in the snow before but never on the door.”

“Just how I taught you,” Leah replied.

A wonderful image played in my head of the two women spreading their pussies with their fingers and expertly directing their streams into fresh white snow.

“It must be easy with such a short name,” I said.

“My bladder's big enough to spell out Samantha,” was the reply.

I marveled at the luck I had literally fallen into and was disappointed to find my bladder was nearly empty. Since I had an audience I pushed out the last remnants of my bladder in some forceful bursts causing splashing impacts on the door to delight of my audience. Sam gave my cock a good shake flinging the droplets here and there before releasing her grasp.

“Now sit down at the table,” Leah said.

[Lutab 1,036]

Love it

[dougm 73]

So fucking hot. I've  been waiting so long for this update. Hope there will be more soon.

[wetwulf 3,294]

Really glad you've brought this series back @Vassal, and it's always exciting to see more writing from you. I'm eager for whatever you have coming up next!

[CON2H4 622]

Glad to see you back @Vassal Hope the depression is getting better.

[Vassal 1,401]

As we sat down, Leah placed the last of the food on the table and I was surprised to smell coffee. “Let's eat,” Leah announced as she stepped away from the table she parted her legs beneath the apron and let out a satisfied sigh. Sam and I watched as a dark wet stain materialized at her crotch and spread downward as she started to piss her apron. I marveled as the wet patch grew larger and larger before her pale yellow torrent fell from the fabric in a large sheet, splashing at her feet on the floor below. Peering at her legs I could see a good amount was snaking down her inner thighs in long tendrils. Stopping her flow she moved back to the stove to turn it off and I could see how her urine trailed along her ample butt. Coming back to the table the wet material of the apron clung to her legs and made out the enticing triangle outline of her crotch before she unceremoniously joined us.

Over breakfast and many cups of hot coffee the day's activities were discussed. Peter, Leah's husband was still out checking the traplines and would return the day after next to help me back to my van. With the weather clear and much more favorable than the previous day it was decided that Sam would show me around the homestead and then we'd go and retrieve my cached backpack. My body still ached but I was eager to get back my belongings. I also wanted to learn more about Sam and where she lived.

“Have you had many visitors?” I asked.

“Not too many,” Leah replied. “My sister stops by and helps us with buying things we can't make ourselves. She also brings her mares for our stallion.”

“You have a horse here too? I heard the sheep coming in.”

“Yep, it's nice to have extra help to pull logs and heavy materials.”

“He has a huge cock too,” Sam chimed in. Sitting next to me she was beaming while staring at my exposed cock resting on the bench between my legs, biting her lower lip.

Enjoying her gaze I continued, “Does your sister join in on your... activities?”

“Sometimes, but she's more of a wetter than a nudist. Coming out here is a bit of a release for her, literally,” Leah laughed. “She'll even wet herself on horseback coming over here, she's only dry when she has to leave.”

“Aunt Steph is cool, and brings candy with her,” Sam exclaimed, “She wets the bed even before we're asleep and she used to bring my cousins, Marco and Maria. I loved encouraging them to pee in fun places, Marco especially, but they're off at college and haven't been around in a long time.”

“Well, I'll be happy to keep you company,” I said, looking into her eyes. “In fact I have to pee again.”

“I gotta go too, want to go together? Can I hold your dick? You can open my pussy,” Sam asked.

“Of course, wanna go right here?” I said, spreading my legs a bit on the bench at the table. Sam did the same and I could see her vulva opening slightly like a beautiful butterfly between her legs.

Sam and Leah shot me a devilish smile as I found the young woman's slender hands wrapping around my cock. I reached over and teased her slit, running my fingers through her folds before holding them open with my two fingers. She was slick and I could feel her warmth radiating from her vagina.

“Go on three,” I said and counted down.

“One,” I could feel Sam's pussy contract, and struggled to concentrate on my own need, signally to my bladder. “Two... three”

On three I pushed out my pee as best I could, starting a strong stream as I saw and felt Sam's urine erupting from her urethra. To my surprise I heard a splatter and felt splashing and looked down to see that Sam was aiming my cock at the bottom of the table table top!

Sam giggled as I pulled back on her crotch to aim her stream out away from the bench onto presumable the dirt below.

Leah, sitting across from me, laughed and mocked, “Your both getting me wet!”

“Sorry!” I said, blushing, “I'm not controlling this thing.”

“I don't mind,” Leah said

I could hear some movement under the bench and saw Leah lean back and spread her own lips and a third stream joined ours to splatter on the floor beneath the table.

I pulled on Sam's pussy, making her stream sway side to side under the table, occasionally splashing on the bench between her legs, causing it to pool and drip down. I felt Sam change her aim and found my cock pointing straight up and issuing a long thick arc now over the table and our finished breakfast dishes.

“Sam!” Leah gasped, but kept smiling, leaning back and moving her other hand down to her own gushing cunt and aimed her stream to join mine across the table. Not wanting to miss out I felt Sam shift her hips forward and I took the hint, arcing her stream to join her mother's and I to arc up and onto the table.

I was disappointed as I felt my bladder nearly empty, my stream started to fall and droop over the table, trailing back to the edge, Sam didn't change her aim and soon I was pissing a weak stream up and all over my cock and her hand. It felt warm as it washed over my shaft and balls, pooling between my thighs before dropping off the bench. Sam's bladder was also nearing empty and her stream started to weakly fall back and dribbled into a fine puddle between her legs, touching her folds before joining mine on the floor below.

The three of us sighed, our bladders empty. Sam gave my cock a few shakes and wiped the droplets off the tip with her finger while I shook her lips and wiped her slit as clean as I could with my bare hand. I could see that Leah was doing the same, her hand busily working her snatch. I was amazed at the mess we left on the table. Pools of piss cooling in the bowls moments ago holding our breakfast as pools of pee dripped onto the floor.

“Now, you two have another cup of coffee and get to the chores, they're not gonna get done by themselves,” Leah said as she got up. Her hairy cunt was now at eye level and I could see it was engorged and her thighs glistened with her urine. The heady smell of our combined toilet filled the room as I watched her wet bottom go to the stove to pour us all another cup of coffee.