The Reliever, Part 3

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Includes male and female pissing scenes, public nonchalant urination, polygamy, group sex, themes of domination, public masturbation, piss drinking, anal sex including anilingus, and golden showers. The protagonist is a man.

Part 1: https://peefans.com/topic/25747-the-reliever-an-experimental-in-flight-relief-device/

Part 2: https://peefans.com/topic/25765-the-reliever-part-2

 

The Reliever

As the night passed, it was clear that our actions had made everyone a lot more comfortable with the idea of public relief. I reclined in my seat with one arm around Simone's hot, naked body, hugging her up against me, and lazily observed the passengers around us. Camilla stayed straddling Rodrigo, and they both nodded off, his softening cock eventually slipping out of her body and their intermingled cum pooling on the seat cushion. Directly behind me, I heard the telltale sound of a vibrator switching on as a passenger began pleasuring herself openly. Five minutes later, I heard her high-pitched feminine voice whining in orgasm before collapsing into a giddy giggle. A little while later, I watched as a guy five rows up stood into the aisle and pulled out a shockingly large cock. The tan, black-haired girl in a college sweatshirt who had been next to him took his seat and sat there while he began stroking himself, right into her face. She looked at her phone, scrolling through pictures with a detached air, his dick occasionally poking her cheek and leaving a shining smear of precum behind. She only directly acknowledged him when he came, casually taking his cock in her mouth at an angle and holding it there while he spurted out multiple helpings of cum. Rather than swallow, she pulled out his Reliever and carefully spat his whole load down into it, holding her hair aside with one hand, the spit and semen smearing down the inside of the funnel. Almost as an afterthought, she pulled down her jeans, moved her panties aside, and placed the tube around a furry, unshaven crotch. After a few seconds, a liter of piss began flowing out, washing down the cum. Then she scooted back over, the guy sat back down, and all was quiet again.

I kept a close eye on Simone's Reliever, too, still attached between her legs. It wouldn't have been possible for me to jack off every time I saw her urinate, because she was doing it constantly. It seemed that any time she accumulated even a small amount of liquid in her bladder, she let it pass immediately. Every five or ten minutes, I caught a glimpse of another small trickle running down the tube.

Eventually, despite my plan to stay awake, I fell into a deep sleep as well. When I came to, it was nearly 4 AM. Simone was slouched the other way, against the window, her blonde hair creating a veil across her open mouth and her small tits. Camilla had found her way back to her own seat, and it looked like the stewardess had been by to clean up their sticky mess. I could hear the sucking sounds of a Reliever masturbating someone's dick nearby - or maybe it was somebody actually getting a blowjob? I couldn't tell.

And next to me, I was greeted by the clothed ass of the stewardess as she stood in the aisle talking to the woman in front of me. I could see the passenger's profile - also dark-skinned, pleasantly heavyset, with her curly black hair made up into twin buns. She was cute. I remembered her from the start of the flight - she was one of the ones who had been totally unperturbed by the stewardess' spiel about the adults-only section.

The stewardess straightened up and scanned the faces of the passengers around her before lighting on me. She was very dignified-looking, with straight shiny black hair down to the small of her back, her crisp attendant's uniform and dress, and a tasteful amount of makeup. Bending down to me, she said, "I'm sorry to disturb you, sir. The Reliever of the young lady in front of you is stuck and isn't coming out of its holster. Would she be able to use yours?"

I shrugged and said, "Sure!" Reaching down, I pulled it out from between my legs as the girl in front stood up and moved into the aisle, untying her sweatpants and pulling them down without hesitation, revealing a tastefully trimmed long dark slit with large labia. The stewardess stayed too, stepping back a bit to watch.

I offered the tube to the woman, but just then, the plane hit a patch of turbulence, and the cabin rocked violently for a moment. Both the stewardess and the passenger lurched sideways and grabbed onto seats for support. The overhead seatbelt lights dinged on, and the girl looked uncertain, but the stewardess assured us it was okay. "Sir, would you be able to place the Reliever on her and hold it in case we hit more rough air?" she asked me.

Growing more excited, I said yes, and held out the tube. The girl stepped up and thrust out her pelvis, offering me clear access to her slit. Obediently, I placed the Reliever up to her, creating a seal at her groin. My fingers were up against her warm thigh as I held the device in place. After a second, I saw and felt the woman's pee start to flow, trickling right past my hand. I was erect now, which I knew was obvious both to the passenger and the stewardess. I glanced up at their faces. The stewardess was trying not to stare, but the passenger was gazing at my penis blankly while she urinated, like you would your phone on the toilet. As she finished, she asked me to wipe her. I obliged, gliding the gel of the Reliever up and down her pussy. Then she politely moved away, said "Thank you," and stepped back to her seat. "You're welcome," I replied.

The stewardess was obviously horny, glancing between my cock and my face, but trying not to show it. She turned as if to leave again. "Wait," I stopped her. "Do you want to use my Reliever too?"

She stopped and turned back. "Thank you sir, but that's alright. I can use the lavatory if I need to."

"I don't mean to go to the bathroom. I mean to get yourself off."

She bit her lip and tossed her hair nervously. "I'm afraid it would be unprofessional of me to engage in sexual behavior on the job," she said.

"Screw that! Everyone else has been pissing and cumming openly, why not you?"

She shook her head. "Please don't worry about me. There's a small private area behind those curtains in the back." She lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "I've already... relieved my sexual urges back there once."

I looked to the rear of the plane where I had seen her disappear to earlier. "I could be there with you this time..." I said. "Don't you want to have a little fun?"

She considered it very diligently. "Alright," she said, back to her businesslike tone. "Please follow me, sir." I stood, and with that, she led me back - not behind the curtain like I expected, but instead up to the single lavatory where Simone had masturbated earlier. Looking around to make sure no one was watching, she opened the door and ushered me inside, then stepped in behind me. She flipped the lock to OCCUPIED.

It was a tight fit for two, but actually more spacious than most plane lavatories I had been in before. Maybe they could afford to make it larger since there was only one of them. Whatever the case, the flight attendant was calmly and efficiently stripping off her clothing, revealing a thin and shapely body beneath. Her vagina was clean-shaven, dripping with wetness, and her fingers found it immediately, spreading her labia. Her polished nails slipped along the interior of her snatch with a gentle squelching sound. I was wet with precum too, and our fluids both dripped onto the floor sporadically. My pants were already off, and I removed my shirt as well.

"If it's alright," she said, "I just realized I do need to pee. I've been watching everyone go for hours." She turned and bent slightly over the toilet, spreading her ass cheeks for me. I could see her small, dark anus. "Will you touch me while I do it, sir?" Her asshole puckered. It was clean and hairless, obviously meticulously maintained, and very pretty.

Incredibly turned on, I leaned forward and kissed her, taking one ass cheek in each hand. Immediately, the stewardess moaned loudly and braced herself against the walls, and I licked the space between her anus and pussy slit hungrily before moving back up and making rings around her tight butthole. She pushed herself back into me and I felt several warm drops of liquid land on my chest, which quickly grew to a full-size stream. The feeling of her urine hitting me was amazing, and I groaned too, shoving my tongue as hard as I could into her beautiful asshole, which firmly flexed, only allowing me to enter her by the barest degree. I was dimly aware that not much of her pee was making it into the toilet, but she didn't seem to care. She had unabashedly and completely let go of her bladder, floor be damned. A loud spattering noise filled the lavatory.

Before her flow could end, I got an idea. Maybe I was inspired by Camilla, maybe I was just ass-drunk. Dropping fully to my knees, I bent my head up, moved my mouth from her anus to her pussy, and clamped around it as best I could. Her salty liquid filled my mouth - not an unpleasant taste, and I gulped down several mouthfuls before it finally trailed off. Rotating myself to sit below her, back against the toilet, a pool of her urine tickling my balls and ass, I started eating her out right then and there. She moved a hand behind her, but I couldn't see what she was doing - curious, I moved my own hand up, and with it, found where her finger had met her asshole. She was fingering herself. I groaned again and doubled my efforts at worshiping her pussy. Only a couple minutes later, she rocked against me as she came hard. "Oh my god! God yes!" she yelled. If the passengers outside hadn't heard her moans before, her cries of orgasm definitely fixed that.

As soon as she stopped shuddering, she stepped back, naked, intermingled piss and sexual fluids glistening all down her thighs, her asshole and crotch soaked with my spit. "Oh no," she said, her voice filling with shame. "Oh, I've always been really bad at being quiet with sex." She covered her tits with her arm and shrunk into herself, glancing at the door, clearly imagining all the people outside. "This was a bad idea, I shouldn't have taken you back here."

I stood up (my prick still sticking straight out), and tried to reassure her. "No no no, it's okay! It's been a long flight, everyone is used to this by now. You just need to play it off casually and no one will think twice. So what if you're a flight attendant? This adults-only section thing is completely new! No one cares if you get off too." She still looked uncertain, so I added, "This was basically a big experiment, right? Well, turns out, if everyone onboard is horny and fucking each other for ten hours, the flight attendant can't resist either. Plus it's kind of inhumane for anyone to expect that you'd stay *totally* separate from all the fun."

She cocked her head, causing her still-unmessed hair to cascade off her shoulder beautifully. "I... Well, when you put it like that..." she said. As she considered it, she seemed to notice my cock for the first time since we entered the bathroom. "Oh - let me take care of that for you." With long, thin fingers she encircled me and carefully started to give me a handjob, standing beside me, her groin pressing against my right leg.

"Mmm, thank you," I said. Turns out, she was pretty good at this - her hand felt amazing as it started to pick up speed. I wasn't going to last long. "Is all the... you know, the mess in here okay?"

She nodded and kept stroking me. "We're not supposed to tell you, but the Reliever isn't the only next-level tech we're testing out. My uniform has some supplies in it that are pretty much magic. They can clean up anything really easily. We still prefer people use the Relievers, but if anyone has an accident, it's no big deal." She leaned over, her face incredibly close to mine. "Which means you can cum if you want to," she breathed in my ear as she started playing with my frenulum, my wet cock slipping easily between her fingers.

I came, gasping. Gobs of white spunk flew through the air and splashed down into her piss. "Just like that," she whispered as her motion slowed, coaxing my cum out. After my throbbing stopped, she let me go, a sticky strand of white hanging from her fingers, and grabbed a few paper towels. She wet them down and wiped me off, which took a minute or two as I stood there panting. Then she began washing off her hands in the sink. "Thank you again, sir," she said, assuming her professional air again, despite the fact she was facing away from me, completely nude, covered in bodily fluids. "I'll clean up in here. You should get back to your seat."

I reached over and grabbed my shirt from the countertop. "Before I go, can I make one more request?" I asked hesitantly as I put it on. She looked at me in the mirror and raised her eyebrows with a slight nod. "Don't put your skirt on. Spend the last couple hours of the flight with your legs and pussy out. I think people will get more use out of the Relievers that way. And if you need to piss again, you can stop by my seat to do it."

Her eyebrows still raised, she put her tongue in her cheek, tilted her head, and looked to the side with a very thoughtful expression. "I think I can accommodate that request," she said after a few seconds. "Thank you, sir, I'll be sure to drink plenty of water." She smiled coyly.

I laughed, wished her goodbye, and stepped naked out of the lavatory, leaving her in the mess of urine and cum. A couple passengers glanced my way as I came out, but most of them didn't pay me any mind. Still grinning, I made my way back to Simone. I was surprised to find her awake, tube still at her crotch. "Good morning," I whispered.

"You look happy," she said. "And a little... damp. Where'd you go?"

"The flight attendant was horny so she took me to the bathroom and pissed on me," I said. "I ate her out. She agreed to not wear pants anymore. That's about it."

Simone snorted in disbelief and shook her head. "You really enjoy pushing the envelope, don't you?"

I laughed and replied, "Maybe. But I think they pretty much expected us to do all this when they ran this experiment. But you shouldn't be talking, look at you. You're like some kind of piss cyborg."

She blushed and crossed her leg as if to try and hide the Reliever. "Hey, it's convenient! And for the record, I agree, they knew what they were starting."

"Do you think this is going to be the new normal?" I asked her, idly adjusting my balls.

"Yes," she said. "I don't think they can put the cat back in the bag. When people get a taste of something revolutionary, they don't let go." Despite the certainty in her voice, she was still blushing, and I couldn't help but notice her eyes flitting down at my nudity again.

"Hm," I said. "Revolutionary, huh." I reclined my seat a bit and spread my legs, making sure my crotch was nice and visible for her.

Her blush deepened and she averted her gaze. "Well! You're being very open."

"Oh, you don't need to look away," I teased. "If you want to use me as porn, you can."

She bit her lip and looked down again. "If you're going to twist my arm about it, then... I guess..." She finally removed the tube, leaving her bare pussy out for me to see clearly along with the rest of her hot, thin body. "But... If you really want to be my personal porn, you're going to have to do something more interesting than just sit there." She moved a hand down to her clit and started rubbing herself in slow, sensual, circular movements.

"I did just cum, so I probably won't be able to do anything like that just yet," I said. "What do you have in mind?"

"Whenever I see you going to the bathroom, it makes me wet," she said. "What if you stand up and pee into my Reliever?"

"Sure," I said, and got out into the aisle again. Even though I *had* just cum, I still found myself growing slightly hard with excitement. Simone reached out with the Reliever and held it for me, her hand gently swaying with the movement of the airplane and her own horny quivering. I took myself in hand and lined up with the open mouth of the tube, willing myself to let go. Simone gave a small groan under her breath as she watched me concentrate.

"Wait," she said suddenly, "Don't go yet." I raised my eyebrows in surprise. "Only go when I tell you."

"Yes, ma'am," I said dutifully, growing slightly harder. At that, she groaned louder. I noticed one of the women in the row behind us - probably the same one who had masturbated earlier, a bombshell blonde with soft, short curls and a yellow crop top - stir and wake. When she noticed me standing there with Simone's small hand holding the Reliever in front of me, her eyes widened instantly and she exclaimed in a flutey, sing-song valley girl accent, "Oh my goddd, a private show!" Then, to her companion, while she simultaneously unbuttoned her pants: "Ava, wake *up!*"

Ava, an elegant-looking girl with dyed blue hair and exposed shoulder tattoos, stirred and quickly saw me, raising her eyebrows with silent appreciation. The two women laughed and removed their pants together, apparently completely shameless in their blatant horniness. All the attention on me made my used dick throb, and I smiled faintly and raised a hand in greeting to them.

"So, like, is this part of the flight?" the blonde asked as she turned on her vibrator, moving it to her pussy. My view was heavenly: her and Ava looking at me from one row, both unabashedly starting to pleasure themselves, and directly in front of me, Simone slumping back against her chair, groaning as she got herself off with her hand, holding the tube out for me and imagining me pissing into it.

"No," I said, "I'm just a humble passenger. My mistress here gets off on making me piss on command."

Simone straightened up immediately and started with an indignant protest, her blush returning in full force, but the masturbating blonde snapped her attention to her and cut her off inadvertently - "Oh my goddd, you like to watch people pee? Do you want to watch me go? I have to go like a *racehorse* right now, I *always* have to pee when I wake up. Oh, my name's Isabelle, by the way, you can call me Belle!" She spoke very quickly, in a way that made it obvious she didn't think too much about what she was saying.

Her companion, Ava, lifted her naked ass off the seat to look down at Simone over the seat cushion. "Hey, if you want to watch me go, too, you can," she said. "I'm Ava. This is a pretty nice flight, isn't it?" She seemed more laid-back than Belle, with a slightly slower rhythm of speaking.

Simone looked overwhelmed with the unexpected attention, but it clearly wasn't a turn-off - I noticed her fingers, slick with her wetness, picking up their pace as I and our two new friends watched her go at it. "Um," she said through an increasingly ragged breath, "yes, I suppose."

I decided to egg her on. "Belle, Ava, she would love to watch you go. And she would love to tell you exactly how to do it. *And* she would love if you addressed her as 'ma'am.'"

Belle giggled. "Ooohh, okay," then a little squeak as the vibrator continued to pleasure her, "How do you want me to piss for you, ma'am?"

Simone swallowed and asked, "How bad do you have to go? You said you have to go pretty bad after waking up?" Belle nodded excitedly. "Hold it, like he's doing. Don't go until I tell you."

Belle made a little pouty face and said, "I have to go *really* bad, though. Ma'am." She squeaked again at the vibrator's movements. "And this makes me have to go even more."

Simone's fingers briefly became a blur as she pleasured herself. She shook her head. "Hold it. I'll tell you when to go. Mm, fuck, this feels good. Ava? Can you come out into the aisle?"

With a "yes, ma'am," Ava turned off her Reliever and sidled awkwardly past Belle, who now looked both horny and uncomfortable, shifting around with the tube working at her wet, ready crotch. Standing next to me, Ava was about six inches shorter, and I noticed she had a pretty tone body, probably someone who spent a good amount of time in the gym.

Simone continued, from her throne of a window seat: "Take off your - mm, take off your shirt, so you just have your bra on." The blue-haired woman obliged, tossing the shirt back into her own seat. Her tattoos were very intricate and well-done, spiraling in sleeves around her well-defined arms, and she had a lacy black bra. I stole a glance down at her snatch and noticed it was recently shaved, with only a small hint of pubic stubble around it. She bent one leg slightly, and a small drop of pussy juice ran down her inner thigh. I was pretty hard again, at this point. Maybe I could cum after all.

"How do you want to watch me go, ma'am?" Ava said with no hint of playfulness in her voice. She was pretty into this, it seemed.

Simone rolled her hips up and down, grinding her sex on her flat palm, considering, then replied, "Why don't you go into Belle's Reliever, so she has to watch you do it."

Ava nodded and said, "Yes ma'am." Then to Belle: "Hey, you heard her, gimme that. But don't turn the vibrator off! I want to cum." She grabbed the vibrator and held it up to her wet snatch, bowing her legs out slightly, then made eye contact with Simone, who pitched her head up slightly and moaned in response. Both women were breathing heavily, and Belle was still squirming in her seat, crossing her legs tightly, her eyeline right in front of Ava's Reliever.

After around ten seconds of sweet anticipation, Ava started to urinate, opening her mouth in silent pleasure as the release of peeing intermingled with the feeling of the vibrator. Belle gave an indignant huff of disbelief as she watched the pale yellow liquid completely fill the inside of the Reliever, and Simone bucked her hips up and down, continuing to moan loudly. Then to me, Simone said, "You - ugh! - should go now, too! I want to see you do it -"

I jumped a little and stammered a bit, broken out of my Ava-induced trance. "I can't go now, I'm hard!" I said.

"Then *cum,*" she said, exasperated. "Fuck *Ava* if you have to." She stopped masturbating as she realized that may have been too far. "Uh, I mean, you don't have to do that."

But Ava was already moving, reaching past the squirming Belle to retrieve a bottle of lube she apparently kept at the top of her purse. She had either finished pissing quickly or cut herself off early, since she was holding the vibrating Reliever out to the side, a few stray droplets dotting the floor of the plane. "Nah, he can fuck me," she said, "But I'm not on birth control right now so he's going to have to use my ass." She squeezed some lube out and reached between her legs, smearing some between her crack. Then she bent over in front of me, facing a shocked-looking Simone, and spread her legs. She looked back, her blue hair cascading to the side. "You cool with that?" She winked her anus at me.

I grabbed her butt with both hands and pressed my cock into her. Her butthole opened easily for me and immediately sucked a good portion of my dick in, and both of us moaned in pleasure. Ava pulled the seat tray down to lean on and support her upper body, and reattached the vibrator at her pussy while I slowly began plowing her ass. Simone just watched for a minute before she picked up the pace on herself again, and I could hear Belle's haggard, need-to-pee breathing above it all.

I probably would have cum immediately if I hadn't already done so with the attendant. The interior of Ava's ass flexed around my thrusting cock as I moved myself in and out of her smoothly, making a soppy mess out of her butt and my thighs which dripped down the Reliever to the floor. She moaned and whimpered as I fucked her, head down on the tray, ass up, tube snaking out from her pussy, completely submitting herself to my horny needs. I glanced to Belle, who was caught between ecstasy and desperation. She had jammed a hand between her thighs and was slowly riding it as she stared hungrily at the Reliever attached to Ava.

"Belle, you're not peeing back there, are you?" Simone called as she saw my attention shift.

"No, miss!" she responded. "May I please go now?"

"Nope, keep holding it," Simone said. She made eye contact with me over Ava's ass and smiled sweetly. She was clearly in her element now. Then to Ava, she said, "You stopped early, right? Do you still have any left in you? You should let it go for Belle again."

"Yes, ma'am." Ava propped herself up, elbows straight, one hand on my seatback and the other one on the tray, and looked back over her shoulder at me. "Keep fucking me," she said in a breathy tone, and lifted her right leg like a dog, setting her knee on the armrest in order to give Belle a better view of her covered pussy and filled asshole. "Belle, sweetie, take a good look," she teased.

Belle huffed. "No fair! You're such a bitch. I woke you up for this, you know." Moving my head back a bit, I watched as the vibrating Reliever filled once more with Ava's pale piss. A rivulet escaped the seal and ran to her asshole, where it was picked up by my slowly moving dick and driven deep inside her. Belle whined and bounced desperately up and down. Then, all at once, I was cumming, grunting and clutching at Ava senselessly as I let go inside her butt.

"Oh, *yeah,* big boy, you like this too, huh?" she said. "Yeah, fuck, fill me up." She shook her ass for me as I pumped a thick load into her, which caused more of her pee to escape the seal and splatter onto my leg. Simone and Belle were wordlessly handfucking themselves, and as I came to my senses, I looked around to see that we had set off another chain reaction of people all over the section masturbating and spotted at least one couple making out passionately, fully clothed. Behind me, I realized Camilla had woken up. She smiled at me and gave a small golf clap. I smiled back and thrust forward into Ava again, pushing some of my cum out of her rear end, where it began to drip down her ass to the floor.

Thanks to the Reliever, it didn't take long before Ava came too, gasping and bucking forward onto the tray, which caused me to slip out of her. Her anus contracted under her throes of orgasm, squeezing out most of my cum and further making a wet mess of her legs. As she slowed to a panting stop, Simone gave her next order: "Thank you, Ava. Belle, get up and take my Reliever. Help him pee into it now that he's had his chance to cum." Simone's legs were still spread with her vagina facing me, and her long blonde hair was messed against the window behind her.

"Yes, ma'am..." Belle stood and moved past her friend as Ava collapsed back into her seat, fully exhausted and leaking cum. Still bottomless, still dancing back and forth thanks to her full bladder, she took Simone's Reliever and stood behind me, encircling my waist with her arms, holding the Reliever directly in front of my soft, wet cock with one hand. She was shorter than Ava, and I felt her blonde curls tickling the small of my back. She poked her head out around my arm, took hold of my cock to aim it with her free hand, and said cheerily, "Okay, go for it! I'm ready!"

I put my trust in her and let go. Simone said, "fuck yes," under her breath as my urine started to flow. Belle's aim wasn't completely aligned at the start, and for half a second my pee missed the target, too high. It splashed down onto my seat tray and then up a bit, landing directly on Simone's elevated, bare right foot, but she didn't seem to mind. With a little "oops," moving her fingers lightly across my sensitive cock, Belle quickly adjusted and got my piss stream aimed into the waiting funnel of the Reliever.

For about half a minute I continued peeing, flecks of my urine dampening Belle's hand around the Reliever, but she held me remarkably steady and made sure I did my business right into the tube. Simone looked like she was getting pretty close to an orgasm and had started playing with her small tits with her free hand. As I tapered off, Belle bent down and forward and took me in her mouth without a second thought to clean me up. I felt her tongue work around my flaccid tip as she sucked down the last drops of piss, then she popped me back out. She giggled again and said, "You taste like Ava." Ava gave a thumbs up from where she was collapsed, her eyes peacefully closed.

"Stay standing, Belle." Simone said. "Think about how much you have to pee. I'm going to let you release soon. Think about how good that will feel... Oh fuck yes..." I sat back down and watched Belle squirm with her. The reminder of how bad she had to pee apparently worked, because she began shifting her whole body back and forth with one knee covering the other. Her thighs were wet with pussy juice, making it look as though she was already leaking, and her free hand was resting just above her pubic region, cradling her belly. Her other hand held Simone's Reliever, extended past me to its full length, and she wore a theatrically worried expression, biting her lip with concentration. But aside from a couple small whimpers, she stayed dutifully quiet.

She didn't have to wait much longer. About a minute later, Simone suddenly exclaimed "Oh fuck fuck fuck, Belle, let go, fucking piss for me!" Instantly, without even a moment's wait, Belle gave a breathy exhalation of relief, closed her eyes dreamily, and let go. Except... she really was just *letting go* - not into the Reliever, but all over herself, all over the *plane,* instead.

She hadn't lied - she really was able to pee like a racehorse. A river of urine spurted out from her thighs, which were still squeezed shut, coating them messily. It was like watching a dam burst in front of me. Piss splattered the floor, drawing the attention of everyone around us. Camilla's eyes went wide. Ava started laughing.

Simone tried to speak through her orgasm. "Belle! I didn't mean - fuck, ahhhh -" was all she managed to get out. Belle moaned and stuck a finger in herself crassly, opening her legs as she did, causing her river of piss to become a single arc of rushing fluid, hitting the side of my seat with an audible hiss. As she bucked back, the stream splashed down into the puddle she was now standing in.

I leaned over to the horrified Simone and said, "It's alright, the flight attendant said this would be fine if it happened," which mollified her enough to enjoy the last of her orgasm. She reached out and took my flaccid cock with one hand, holding it as she quaked in the final aftershocks, watching Belle through half-lidded eyes.

And Belle, bless her, was still going, fully fingering herself now. Her pee was no longer coming out with the intensity of a firehose, but it wasn't stopping either, a line of liquid raining down from between her spread legs. Her hand was glistening in the dim light, along with her thighs, legs, and feet. After what felt like a solid minute, she finally announced "Oh my g- I'm cumming!" - then her body shuddered and she fell forward into the piss on her hands and knees, panting. The last of her urine dripped out of her and the plane was quiet again, save for the vibrators, masturbators, and soft moans around us.

She looked up at me with a huge grin and handed me the unused Reliever. "Oh my god, that was awesome!" she said. "Aw, I need to clean myself up now. Oh, hi there!" A large man had approached from a few rows up and was furiously jacking himself off with one hand. Belle scooted closer to him and presented her smiling face, cradling her chin with the tops of her fingertips, still kneeling in her own pee. He grunted wordlessly, pressed his prick into her right cheek, and came, several white strings of cum spurting out at point-blank range. Belle laughed as she felt the semen coating the side of her face and pushed him away playfully, bouncing to her feet. "Thanks mister. Now I really need to clean up." She turned and practically skipped back down the aisle towards the lavatory.

The stewardess crossed the facialized blonde's path in the opposite direction, squeezing by her and stopping just at the edge of the puddle next to my seat. She was wearing her button-up top again but was still bottomless, and was carrying a spray bottle of purple liquid and a towel. She was also staring at me with a somewhat accusatory look. "Sorry," Simone said. "We didn't mean for her to do that. She was literally holding the Reliever."

The stewardess sighed lightly. "That's alright," she said. "Accidents happen." She gave me a slight, knowing smile before kneeling down and beginning to clean up the mess. I thanked her and stared at her dark, bare ass appreciatively, hearing the telltale sounds of a Reliever being turned into a male masturbator a couple rows back, probably to the same sight.

After the stewardess finished up and vanished again, nothing too exciting happened for a while. I made some casual, flirty small talk with Simone about our prior sex lives. Rodrigo woke up and joined in as well, and we filled him in on the details of what he had somehow managed to sleep through. After the conversation lapsed into silence, Simone drifted back to sleep.

About an hour and a half later, in the golden light of dawn, the attendant made good on her promise and stopped by my seat during one of her passes through the cabin. Without saying anything, she pulled out my Reliever and began peeing into it. She must have really filled up on water, because her piss was completely clear, and it took over a minute for her flow to subside. Then she set the Reliever back, and gave me another wry smile and a quirk of her eyebrows as if to say, "Go on." I obliged, taking myself in my hand and quietly jerked myself to completion as she watched. She blocked the view of other passengers with her naked ass and spread her thighs ever so slightly, enough for me to see her labia, which she hadn't bothered to wipe. When I came, I didn't worry about pulling out the Reliever, but instead simply released freely into the air. Some of my semen landed on the seat back in front of me, some landed on the floor, and some dripped down below my balls. With her pussy's purpose served, the attendant closed her legs again, produced a few wipes, cleaned me up carefully, and moved on.

------~~~------

Some more time passed, and the sun streaked through the window. We were nearing the end of the flight. Simone stirred and woke. Sensing her movement, I looked over to her. As she had done so many times earlier in the flight, she instinctively let go of her bladder - except this time, she forgot that she never reattached the Reliever after our escapades with Belle and Ava. As she stretched and yawned, eyes still closed, she spread her legs and let fly a not-insignificant amount of pee. It darkened a thin line into her seat cushion, and only when it raised up and spattered against the seat back did she realize what she was doing.

She closed her legs instantly with a small yelp and turned her trademark shade of bright red. "Oh my goodness, you saw that," she stammered to me. "Fuck." Her long blonde hair fell back into her face.

I gave a genuine laugh. "Hey, it's alright," I reassured her. "Of all the things that have happened on this flight, that was one of the *least* crazy."

"Ugh, okay, but it's still embarrassing. I really didn't mean to do that. God, I peed the seat." She shook her head. "I'm going to have to get used to living life in the real world again. I can't go wetting myself every time I stop paying attention."

"I'm sure you'll readjust quickly," I said. "And maybe all this tech will start making its way into other places too. Restaurants, hotels, homes, buses, cars. Then you can wet yourself to your heart's content."

"Yeah, probably," she said. She looked distracted, all of a sudden, and lapsed into silence.

"What's up?" I prompted her.

After a few seconds of silence, during which she seemed to be weighing options in her head, she looked me dead in the eye, bit her lip, and asked, "Would you like to have sex with me?"

My dick, which was already getting hard again, was now on its way to full mast. "Yes!" I said.

She smiled. "That's a relief. I know it's no big deal, but I was nervous about asking. I guess I like you." She stood up from her seat. The daylight from outside cascaded across her hips, her long hair shining almost white.

I grinned back. "We make a good, sexy team," I said. "How do you want to do this?"

"I have an idea," she said. "You're in with the flight attendant, right?" I nodded, growing curious. "Okay, great. She probably won't stop me from doing this, then." Without further explanation, she squeezed past me, crouched down, and released her bladder into the aisle.

At least, what was left in her bladder, which turned out to not be very much. It wasn't nothing, but it only amounted to a few seconds of steady flow before quickly diminishing to a weak pitter-patter. "Shit," she said. "I'm empty. Hey! Isabelle!" Belle looked up from the magazine she was leafing through. She had a mouthful of chewing gum, not to mention a dark and shiny splotch of what I assumed to be sperm on her crop top, and looked surprised to be called on. "Can you pee on the floor here again?"

"I got you, babe," Belle said airily, and with no questions asked, crouched down to take Simone's place. Her bladder must have had time to fill up since earlier, because immediately, a loud splashing hiss filled the air, and the puddle Simone left behind slowly grew into a small lake. Simone stood back and watched appreciatively with me, until Belle finally straightened up and stepped away, trailing footprints of urine behind her.

Simone looked over to Ava next. "You want to get in on this too?"

"Uh, sure," Ava said, emerging into the aisle as well. She had removed her bra at some point and was completely naked now, like us. She had nice, firm tits, a bit larger than Simone's but still fairly small. "What are we doing?" She crouched down and got a faraway look on her face as she willed herself to let go.

"After we get enough pee on the floor," Simone said, very seriously, "I'm going to lie down in it and make him fuck me."

This was news to me, but I nodded along with her. Ava shrugged and said, "Hot, I can dig it." She leaned back, supporting herself on one palm, and spread her legs further apart. Her vagina glistened wetly for a moment as urine began to bubble out, and then a full yellow arc sprang through the air and splashed down with the rest.

While she was still going, Rodrigo leaned over and pointed out what was happening to Camilla, who nodded and began to rise. "My wife can help with that," he said to us. Camilla slipped past him and sat back down on his lap, facing us, then hiked up her blouse. She still didn't have her underwear on, and Rodrigo didn't have pants on either. Not unexpectedly, his thick cock quickly grew hard against the beautiful, tall Spanish woman's slit while she adjusted herself and aimed down at the aisle. As Ava's flow tapered off, Camilla's started up, and the splash of pee into pee remained almost constant. Camilla turned her head and kissed her husband on the lips as she went to the bathroom from off of his lap, and he lifted her slightly up to enter her from behind. Then they were fucking again.

"Well, that's fine, I suppose," Simone muttered, adjusting her wide-rimmed glasses. She crouched again, this time twirling herself around so she was facing the opposite direction, and slowly leaned back into the huge pool of urine on the ground that she, Belle, Ava, and Camilla had all helped make. Her expression of slight trepidation slowly melted away into sheer horniness as she felt the warmth of the piss seeping around her arms, her back, her hair. "Oh, *fuck,*" she murmured. Then, looking at me with almost a purr, she said, "*Fuck me.*" Her beautiful long, blonde hair floated out in a halo around her.

I knelt down in the piss between her legs. Looking down at her pussy, I saw a few final trickles of pee leave her body, nonchalantly lubricating her, running down into her asscrack to join the pool below. I set my forearms down into the puddle, encompassing her head, and kissed her deeply. Our tongues met in her mouth and after a few seconds, she bit my lip, causing me to moan with pleasure. I could hear the wet slapping of Rodrigo fucking Camilla above us, spurring me to grind my dick into Simone, and her sopping pussy quickly took me inside.

Still locked with her mouth, using one hand to cradle the back of her head, I began to move; my hips thrusted into her autonomously, not conscious motion at all but pure, unthinking instinct. Her body clenched around my cock tightly. With every thrust, the warm pool she was lying in splashed noisily, lapping at her sides. She moaned loudly, her breath short and fast, becoming covered in not only her own urine, but those of our new female friends as well.

After a few minutes, I heard the movement of Rodrigo abruptly change pace. I broke my kiss with Simone just in time to watch him cum inside his wife once more. Only seconds later, she groaned and stood from his lap, letting his hard, thick, dripping cock slip out of her. She spread her vagina back open with her hands, watching us fuck directly below her with devilish intensity, and pushed. More pee came sprinkling down - just a small amount - but so too did Rodrigo's fresh semen, rolling out of her small, open fuckhole, falling past her long legs, landing with a weighty splash in Simone's beautiful hair. Simone's eyes rolled back slightly with ecstasy, and she grabbed my ass, forcing me deeper inside her.

Another few minutes of sheer bliss passed, and I could feel myself building to a godly orgasm as I ravished Simone. She was getting close, too, it seemed, her whole body coiling around me, her legs locking me inside her. Then I heard more movement, and as I raised myself onto one arm, I realized the attendant had returned. I had expected her to be upset, or at least surprised, but no, she only looked incredibly aroused. "I drank more water for you," she said in a hopeful tone.

"Do - it," Simone gasped. The attendant stepped into the puddle, bare feet on either side of Simone's head, and shoved her dripping wet crotch into my face, giving Simone a view of her anus. Then she let loose. She hardly tasted like pee at all, just hot water pouring into my mouth, down my chin and chest, down onto Simone's small breasts, pooling at her belly, down onto my dick as it thrust in and out. I couldn't hold back anymore, and moaned loudly, muffled, into the attendant's urinating vagina, cumming hard into Simone. We were a trio of moaning, soaked, mindless animals, thinking of nothing but animalistic pleasure. I felt Simone's pussy contract around me, extracting every last pump of cum I still had left to offer.

As my thrusts tapered off, the attendant stepped shakily back to watch, and Simone switched to fingering her clit with me softening inside her. I was still cradling her head with my hand, and she cradled the back of mine with hers in return, bringing me in close to her as she got herself off. Womanly pee ran from her fingertips down my back, sending shivers up my spine. "Hey," she whispered in my ear. "Let go, if you can."

Without moving a single muscle, still cuddled deep inside her, I let go. A warm, tingling aura of relief flooded my nether regions as I peed freely into Simone's vaginal canal. Feeling herself fill up was too much, and she came, quietly, just for me. Each orgasmic contraction of her pussy also pushed out a splash of my piss from within her, all of it joining the pool we laid in. She kissed me deeply one more time before going still at last, soaking in the sensation of my cock inside her, which continued to release more and more piss, until finally, I was empty.

------~~~------

Not fifteen minutes later, the aisle and our bodies were as piss-free as they had ever been. The stewardess was right - her cleaning supplies really were basically magic. Simone and I held hands and talked happily for the rest of the flight, making plans to spend more time together London between the responsibilities of her business trip. A voice finally piped up over the PA system, announcing our descent into the city, and the stewardess emerged from the curtained area one last time, wearing her skirt again at last. She instructed us to get dressed and prepare for landing, with a strong emphasis on stopping all sexual and excretory behavior once the doors were opened to the rest of the plane.

Simone and I looked at each other, both still completely naked. "Well, the fun's over," I said. The passengers around us were moving to get dressed again.

"For now," she said. "Hey, one last thing -" she spread her legs and concentrated for a moment. The seat cushion below her darkened ever so slightly. "Okay, I thought that would be more impressive. Maybe later." I laughed and let what little urine I had in me go as well, darkening my seat cushion to the same degree. "Good to empty out before we get off," she said approvingly.

"I'll get you off," I joked. "Hey, this was a good flight."

She nodded. "This was a *great* flight. Let's do this again sometime."

"Maybe once every couple months we can just book a ticket. Doesn't matter where." I wrestled on my shirt as I talked.

"Sounds like a plan," she agreed. "Well, it does matter where, but I can pick."

I laughed, and our conversation continued as we touched down in London.

Edited March 31, 2023 by gyrate

[wetwulf 3,324]

This is one of the hottest series ever posted in our stories section! And what an erotic ending to the flight. I'm not sure if this is THE end, but I'd love it if there is more!

[fourluvclover 190]

Story was so powerful that my power went out in the middle of reading it. 12/10, keep it up.

[wetguy321 67]

This is very quickly becoming one of my favorite stories on this site. Can't wait for the next part!

[Alfresco 11,630]

I totally agree with what others have commented.   A fantastic story which is both original and extremely hot.   Thanks @gyrate, I definitely look forward to any further contributions.

[Lutab 1,052]

Such a hot story!! I’d love to hear one of them meeting up again 🙂

[pee2poop 131]

Checking in for the next flight with each other, we made sure that it was also an adult only flight and filled up on water before so the reliever would come in handy. 

Sounds like a great story