The Future I Saw

[gyrate 261]

Includes male and female pissing scenes, male and female masturbation, and nonchalant nudity/urination/sex. The protagonist is a man.

 

The Future I Saw

My name is Reno, and at the age of 25, I became a time traveler.

If you're asking "how'd that happen," well, we still don't really know. I've spoken with everyone about it - from cops, to the government, to scientists, all the local and major news agencies. They're still trying to piece it together. You can find all the theories if you look online, but nothing's been confirmed yet. Most people don't believe any of it anyway. It doesn't matter, though, because the "how" isn't what I want to write about here. I want to write about the crazy world I saw.

It started in a dream that I don't even remember most of. I was in a shopping mall... I was late for work because I had gone to this shopping mall instead, and I was looking at a sunglasses stand, I think? But then I noticed something on the counter. It was this thick, clear, glass disc, perfectly circular, with glowing writing on it. It seemed way more real, way more solid, than anything else in the dream.

Definitely a weird sensation to have. I went over to it and picked it up, and it felt *physical.* Like, I could feel the cool glass on my fingers, physically, in a way that a dream can't be. I read the neon-green writing on its surface, "June 10th, 2230." A date just around two hundred years in the future. As I read it, a green circle appeared below the date. It looked like a button. I tapped it curiously.

 

I woke up, but I wasn't in my room anymore. I was standing on a street in this huge city, way different than Los Angeles where my apartment was. The air was clean and crisp and cool and felt... good to breathe. It reminded me of a hike I did in Canada a few years back, through the Columbia Mountains - the air was like that, but not too cold, just perfect, with a faint breeze. The street itself was clean, too, like, it was actually totally spotless. It wasn't concrete like I was used to, either, but this uniform, smooth, greenish-grey stone that almost looked polished. There was a similarly clean road a few feet away, and there were skyscrapers around me, all of them huge and shining and oddly curved, with these beautiful bridges running through the air connecting them. The bridges and the sides of the buildings were lined with trees and leaves and vines, which was also... strange.

And there were people around me. The street wasn't densely packed but there were still a couple dozen others that I could see. And, I realized with horror, I was *naked* - wherever I had gone, my pajamas hadn't come with me. It was a classic nightmare setup, and I wondered if I was dreaming still, but something in my head screamed at me that this was real. I covered my junk with my hands.

The people around me, though... they were all naked too. They didn't pay me a single glance as they walked around me, and they didn't seem to care that they were nude, either. They were all surprisingly attractive, too, and all of them adults around my age. If this *was* another dream, then I was glad it was at least going to be a sexy one. My mouth was hanging open, and I tried not to let my eyes linger on any one person for long, but I couldn't help but catch glimpses. A woman walked close by me, and her breasts bounced gently up and down in the corner of my vision. Another woman, very tall with long black hair, sat on a bench directly across the street from me, and her perfect pink snatch lined up perfectly with my point of view. A couple, a white man and woman, were talking loudly about something and laughing; the man was openly erect, his meatstick swaying back and forth as he walked.

"Hey, you okay?" a woman's voice said. I nearly jumped out of my skin at being addressed and looked to my side, where I met eyes with yet another breathtakingly gorgeous person. She was just an inch or two shorter than me with pale skin and short hair, which was buzzed on one side. Both her hair and her eyes looked like they were shimmering blue, like shallow water under a cloudless sky, with the faintest suggestion of motion to the colors in them. Her tits were perfect, round, and on the smaller side, and her pussy was shaved, but I tried not to pay attention to either of those things.

"Um, yeah," I said. I was still covering myself with my hands, I realized. I must have looked like something out of a cartoon.

She shifted her weight onto one hip and cocked her eyebrow. "You sure? You look kind of scared and lost. If you're having some kind of mental episode, I can reach someone to help you."

"Is this... 2230? The year?" I asked.

"Wow, yeah, you're not okay," she said. "Yes it is. Why don't you come in here and sit down?" She gestured at the skyscraper we were standing in front of. I glanced over and saw what looked like a surprisingly normal coffee shop inside, with several tables seated by more naked, attractive people. "I was on my shift when I noticed you. Come in and I can get you a glass of water."

 

I did, and spent a few minutes sipping at the water she handed me. She sat opposite me and watched quietly, giving it some time to see if I would stop acting crazy of my own accord. The chairs were cool, sculpted wood, more comfortable than I would have expected on my bare ass. I was extremely aware of my balls on the seat, and even moreso of the shimmer-haired girl's tits in front of me. The atmosphere of the shop was pretty calm and quiet. There was a woman with dark purple hair in a ponytail standing in line who drew my eye, not just because she was naked, but because she had her hand cupped to the side of her head, mouth to ear, and was talking into it as though it was a phone. Was she okay?

Tearing my gaze away, I spoke up first. "I think I might have time traveled here," I said. "My name is Reno, and I'm from California, two hundred years ago. Uh, do you get time travelers around here often?"

She frowned. "Noooo?" she said. "I know they've done experiments, but people can't travel through time."

"What experiments?" I asked.

"Uh, you know, the stuff that made the news a few years back. Like that one where they sent a pencil five seconds into the future. They've never gotten anything to work with people."

"I'm definitely not having a delusion," I said. "I think someone might have brought me here. Especially if - uh -" I stopped talking. "Oh my god." The woman I had noticed before had squatted down facing away from us, still talking into her hand, and was now pissing on the floor of the coffee shop. Though I couldn't see the source, I could definitely see the spreading, dark pool of pee running along the planks of the floor, and hear the noise she was making. "She's, uh -?"

The shimmer-haired girl looked back at the woman, then back to me. "What's wrong?" she said. "She's just having a pee."

"Is that *allowed*?" I asked, completely bewildered.

The girl shrugged. "Sure, of course. You really are confused." Two men walked by the pissing woman from the opposite direction, directly through her puddle, their feet becoming wet with it, but didn't acknowledge it at all. They simply kept walking, leaving footprints trailing to the door, and exited the shop. Oddly, the footprints seemed to evaporate almost immediately, and as the woman finished and straightened up, her urine did as well, the puddle shrinking to small droplets on the floor before they, too, disappeared.

"So that's normal? Why did it disappear so fast?" I asked.

"Yeah, of course. Every surface is treated with, you know, waste-dissolving chemicals. It's pretty standard." The girl shook her head. "You really don't seem like you're from around here. What's the last thing you remember before you ended up here?"

"I didn't lose my memory," I said, and explained the dream I'd had. I also told her about where I lived, what I did for a job, and a few other details about myself, hoping it would convince her I was sane.

After I finished, she frowned. "I mean, Angeles is a hypercity like this one, but the United States hasn't been a country since before I was born. And we're not in Angeles, we're in Skyune, in Canada. If you really are a time traveler, you should probably go to the Assembly Hall and ask them for help, because it doesn't sound like you should be here. I have to go back to work, but if you want to wait around here for a couple hours, I can meet up with you afterwards and help you get where you need to go."

"That'd be great," I said. "I guess I'll hang out here for a bit."

"Great," she said, standing up. Her bare, shaved crotch was suddenly right in front of me, and I averted my eyes from the thin line of her pussy. "My name is Adrana, by the way. I'll grab you some food. Hang tight."

And so I waited, watching the comings and goings of the customers through the coffee shop. Adrana gave me an amazing croissant, perfectly warmed with melted cheese in the center, and a glass of water. I ate, and sipped, and people-watched.

Aside from their nudity, the people didn't look very different from what I was used to, but there were some very alien aspects to their appearances and behavior. Quite a few other people had shimmering, colored hair like Adrana's, and one woman who came in had brightly pink and iridescent skin. I realized they all had phone-like devices literally built into their hands, and their palms and fingers occasionally lit up with a white glow, displayed what seemed to be small screens which the owners tapped and scrolled through with their other hand.

And their bathroom habits... I saw more than I was comfortable with those two hours. At one point, a pair of chatting ivory-haired young women stopped right next to me, and not paying me any mind, one of them put a hand on my table for support as she leaned back, spread her knees, and let loose. Her pee ran down her legs and splattered noisily all over the floor mere feet away from me, and I felt flecks of liquid dotting my ankles. When her friend saw it, she said, "You know, I have to pee too, hold on." Then she looked directly at me, startling me, and asked, "Hey, do you mind if I use that chair? I can never pee unless I sit to do it."

She looked to be in her early 20s, and her shining white hair was long, with straight bangs cutting across her forehead. Her skin, like mine, was fairly dark, and she had large breasts and an unshaven pussy, though her pubic hair was shining white just like the rest of her hair. "Uh, yeah, go for it," I said, trying not to sound as out of my element as I felt.

"Thanks!" she sat across from me, facing her friend, and they continued talking. She casually leaned back at an angle. I couldn't help myself and looked around the side of the table, just in time to see her pale yellow stream trace a line from the seat up into the air, where it arced back down, splashing to the floor in a hearty puddle. She shifted as she laughed at something her friend said, and her arc of urine did too, falling slightly to the right now and forming another puddle there. All of the women's waste quickly evaporated as they finished, leaving the floor completely clean - as well as both of their legs, I noticed.

"Oh, looks like you need to take care of that," the woman said as she stood up. I wasn't sure what she was talking about, at first, but then followed her eyeline down... directly to my crotch. My cock was hard and erect, sticking lewdly out for everyone to see. I hadn't even realized.

"Sorry!" I said.

"Why are you apologizing?" she asked. To my shock, she made a quick jerk-off motion in the air in front of her, and said, "Cum if you need to, don't be weird." Then she and her friend carried on their conversation and left my table, paying me no further mind.

I sat there, hard as a rock, thinking increasingly horny thoughts as I continued watching the constant in-and-out of naked customers. About fifteen minutes later, something even more astounding happened. Adrana was taking the order from a woman in line - an unreasonably tall woman, definitely over six feet in height, with an androgynous figure, almost flat-chested, fair-skinned and long, blonde hair - when the man next to her - her partner? - suddenly moved behind her and began playing with her ass. He spread her cheeks open while staring down, sporting a brazen erection. He was a thin guy, shorter than her, but his cock was large, and without further ado he began stroking himself between her butt cheeks, so that his tip was in contact with her warm, exposed nethers. He left a dot of precum behind as he swayed in place, or maybe it was the woman's own arousal shining there as well? Adrana didn't seem bothered at all by what was going on in front of her, and simply finished taking the tall woman's order.

Then the woman straightened back up and moved to the side, over to the waiting area. The horny man followed her, and as soon as they reached the other counter, she bent again and spread her asscheeks with her own hands. Her pussy was slick and beckoningly shiny, and the man immediately penetrated her with a grunt.

He began to move fast, fucking her against the counter which shook to every slap of flesh. Not even thirty seconds later, he climaxed with a loud moan, pressing her down hard. She twisted her head back so she could kiss him, and held that position for about ten seconds as the man finished up. Then she gingerly moved so that he slipped outside of her, a spattering of thick white sperm landing on the ground beneath. This too began to dissolve, just like the piss that the other patrons had produced.

As it did so, the woman played with it using her toes, swirling it back and forth on the wooden floor, in a very idle manner. A glob of it briefly crested over the side of her big toe as she wiped it around. I heard her say something to her partner - "Why do you always get so horny when we're out?" It had a jokingly exasperated tone to it.

The man laughed and said, "I don't know, but I think I need to pee too." He took hold of his softening cock with one hand, still facing her.

She had time to say, "Lon, don't you DARE," with a widening smile and upturned pitch, before her left leg was hit with a full stream of her partner's piss. "Lon" was making an exaggerated expression of relief, and as the woman giggled and tried to dodge out of the way, he turned to track her with his cock. "No!" she laughed in a whisper-shout, contorting her legs to try and evade him, but it was no use, and she was quickly completely coverered from the thighs down - dripping. They were making an impressive mess. Some of the other patrons were glancing at them, but not with any more concern than if a couple had started kissing in public - less, even.

"Fine," she said, turning to face him, apparently accepting her fate. Not going down without a fight, she stuck her hips out and placed her fingertips on her lower belly, using them to angle her pussy slightly upwards. "See how you like it," she said, and returned fire, pushing more of his semen out of her snatch while her own stream of piss erupted out. Since she was taller than Lon, it hit him right in the crotch. He seemed to like it a lot, as he didn't bother moving, and the two of them simply held their positions, pissing on each other in plain view of everyone. Then Lon's flow tapered off, and he took a step forward into the woman's stream, closing the distance between them, and kissed her again while she continued going, her flow pooling on the ground below her. This turned into a full-on makeout session, and as the woman's stream was ending, Lon slipped a hand down -

"Elyssa!" Adrana called out, jolting the two apart. She had a cup in her hands. "Drink's ready." She put it down on the counter and then turned back again, again with no concern whatsoever.

"Thanks," the woman said breathily. Lon stepped back, his fingers shiny, his gaze completely focused on Elyssa. Amazingly, the mess that they had made was already mostly gone. "Come on, let's take this outside," I could barely hear her saying to Lon, and then they swept past my table, on their way back out to the wide, clean city streets of tomorrow. I watched them as they strode to a bench, where Elyssa sat with her coffee. Lon knelt in front of her, and she spread her long, pale legs to allow him access to her horny pussy, which he didn't hesitate to take advantage of - he bent forward and immediately started eating her out.

"You look like you could use a wank," Adrana said, and I jumped. Engrossed as I was with the couple, I hadn't realized she had walked up behind me. "You're pretty interested in them, huh?" She sat in the chair across.

"I - yeah," I admitted. "I guess that's completely normal now too?"

"Sure, sometimes people get horny. Actually, I just took a break to take care of myself. I usually masturbate around this time anyway, and watching them go at it was pretty hot. Do you mind?"

I blinked. "Oh - uh, no, go for it," I said. "So anyone can just have sex or get off whenever, wherever they want? Like, I could just start having sex with you and no one would care?"

"Slow down there, cowboy," Adrana said, spreading her legs apart and reclining slightly in the chair. I couldn't see anything because of the table blocking the view, but she had one hand under it, and I had a pretty good idea of what it was doing. "You can't just have sex with anyone you want. That's called assault. I'm pretty sure you should know about that even if you are from the 21st century."

"Sorry!" I said, "That was a stupid way to put that."

"No worries," she said. "You were mostly right. In most hypercities, you can do anything you want, you just have to have consent." Her arm began to shake slightly as she quickened the pace of her masturbation, and she broke eye contact with me to look past me, out the window, probably at Lon and Elyssa again. "People don't just fuck strangers randomly. I mean, a lot of people are pretty quick to give consent, but most people only have sex with people they're dating, or at least friends with."

"Got it," I said. "But you don't need to check with anyone else? Like, the people around you?"

"No, why would you?" she said, puzzled. "They're not involved."

I shrugged. She didn't seem to realize just how alien that was to me, and I didn't want to make her think I was against it. Instead, I just looked back out the window at Elyssa and Lon. As I watched, the tall, flat-chested woman folded her long white legs gently around her partner's neck and back, pinning his face against her pussy, still holding her coffee daintily. The other passerby on the street merely strolled by the two of them, at most sparing a glance their way.

The soft, wet sounds of Adrana's fingers slipping up and down her slit behind me were growing increasingly more noticeable. I still felt too out-of-place and confused to touch myself, but I couldn't deny I was starting to consider it. I should have been panicking, honestly, but I felt oddly calm about the whole predicament. I looked down at my dick and realized I was absolutely leaking precum all over myself and the chair, but it was quickly disappearing as soon as it touched the wood.

"Oh, oh, fuck," Adrana said suddenly, bending forward, mouth open. Her eyes were wide and staring at the table as she nearly doubled over, then she let out a gasp of air and slouched back again. "That was good. Mm."

"Sounded pretty good," I said. Out the window, the tall woman looked close to an orgasm too. She had her hand on the man's head between her thighs and was pressing him in much more brutally than she had been a few minutes ago. The coffee rested on the bench beside her.

"I'm going to finish my shift and then we can get you to the right place, alright?" Adrana said, standing up. I nodded at her and confirmed, "Okay, thank you." She moved to the side of the table, where I could suddenly see the entirety of her nude body, nothing left to the imagination. "By the way, is there a reason you used 'sex with me' as your example a few minutes ago?"

I grimaced. "Er - Sorry. I wasn't really thinking about it."

"Ha, alright," she said. She moved back to her counter to finish her shift, leaving me to stew in my embarrassment for a bit. I continued to watch the two lovebirds outside. It didn't take long before Elyssa came, shuddering on the bench with her man still braced down in front of her, worshiping her. Then he stood, wiping his mouth and rubbing his sore knees, and the two carried on as if nothing happened.

 

Forty minutes later, I followed Adrana out to the street. The sun was beginning to set, and the sky overhead was a milky purple dusk, turning the plants covering the buildings around us a greyish-blue hue. The crisp air was even more refreshing to breathe now that I was feeling more adjusted to everything, and the windows of the skyscrapers all around us were beginning to light up in warm, inviting, yellow-orange tones. Beneath the lights of similarly warm-hued streetlamps, the naked forms of dozens of strangers passed. It was like a surreal, beautiful painting.

"You finally went soft," Adrana observed of my cock, breaking the spell. "I'm surprised you never jerked off. You were really horny back there."

"It's a lot to get used to," I said sheepishly. "It's still strange to see everyone else naked, let alone jerk off in public."

"Mm," she replied. "Must be a hell of a culture shock. By the way, I have to pee, hold on." She squatted down right in the middle of the street and spread her legs, facing me. I opened my mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the hiss of her relief as she let go right there, right in front of me. Her stream was thin and sharp, creating a small river that flowed right to my feet. I moved out of the way and it ran past. "Oh, sorry," she said. Her pee didn't make it too far past me, vanishing as it traveled.

"No problem," I replied. "Uh, I actually have to go, too."

"Yeah, go for it."

"Right here?" The hiss of her urine continued as we talked.

"Yeah!" she laughed. "Maybe you'll feel more comfortable if you at least have a pee."

"Alright," I said, and gingerly took hold of my flaccid dick, angling it away from the main street. Even touching myself to that degree made me uncomfortable, and I suddenly felt much more aware of Adrana: How vulnerable and natural she looked, crouching in an animalistic squat on the stone in front of me, her head down at the level of my hips... Her shimmering sky-blue hair glowing slightly against the dusky air, like some sort of otherworldly bioluminescence... Her beautiful eyes following the motion of a drifting, pale leaf, fallen from one of the trees overhead, as it was briefly illuminated by lamplight... And the waning trickle of urine that she barely paid attention to, her feminine waste vanishing into nothing next to my foot.

Damn. This wasn't happening. "I can't go in front of you," I said. "Sorry, it's not coming out. I'm thinking about too much. By the way, why is your hair like that? I mean, it's glowing, and the colors move. Your eyes, too."

She stood from her squat and shrugged. "It's gene dye," she said, and didn't elaborate. "Do you want me to find you a place to go privately?"

"If you could, that would be great."

"Sure," she said, and looked around the street, judging the prospects. There weren't too many alleys in this city, it seemed, since most of the skyscrapers fit together perfectly. She bopped her head back and forth as she considered where I'd be most comfortable going to the bathroom. "Oh, I know," she said. "Why don't you just go back to the coffee spot? It's closed, so there shouldn't be anyone there to see you. I can wait outside and make sure no one comes in after you."

I nodded. "That will work!" She nodded back and we walked back to the door we had just come from, a simple glass pane. It was dark inside, so although people could probably technically see in, the details were hard to make out. She gestured at it, and to my surprise, I found she hadn't bothered to lock the door. I opened it and stepped inside.

It wasn't loud outside to begin with, so when the door shut I found myself in near total silence. I moved forward into the secluded darkness of the shop and rubbed my head. Man. If this was the future, it seemed pretty... okay. I still felt oddly calm about it all, but I was so overwhelmed, it was hard to parse out anything.

I looked back. Adrana was dutifully keeping guard just outside, facing away from me... Her bare-naked ass drew my eye, just a couple inches away from the glass door, her buns casting a shadow against it. I could feel another erection coming on and forced myself to look away. If I got hard now, I definitely wouldn't be able to go to the bathroom. That had to come first.

I walked back to the counter where the tall woman had been fucked by her partner a couple hours prior. My heart was pounding. It felt like I was about to vandalize this poor coffee shop. What if this was some kind of setup? Or what if I really was having a delusion? Or a dream, and I was about to wet my own bed in LA?

No, that was ridiculous. I shook my head. I felt completely lucid. Either I was so completely insane that I was beyond saving, or I had died in my sleep and gone to heaven, or I had really time traveled. It didn't really matter which one - I had to go.

Glancing back to make sure Adrana was still facing away, I took hold of my cock and pointed it down at the floor near the counter. I really did have to go - I had been holding it for hours, plus a night of sleep. My bladder didn't need much more convincing. As the first few splatters hit the floor, a rush of adrenaline hit me and my heart went into overdrive. It felt incredibly wrong to be pissing on the floor like this, and the fact I was inside just made it worse. I swallowed nervously and thought about stopping, but it was too late, there was no taking back the spreading puddle on the ground in front of me. The splashing was so loud in the stillness.

All that aside... it was fun, too. The excitement was getting to me. The floodgates were open - I was pissing all over a girl's coffee shop where she worked, because she had *told me to.* I smiled, swallowing again, heart pounding. If it was true that this place was self-sanitizing, then it wouldn't matter where I went, right? Besides, it was dark in here. No one could see me...

With growing confidence I angled my cock up, and my stream reached out farther, hitting the wall and running down in dark rivulets. I turned and threw a line through the air, causing the sound to change as urine pattered like rain across the counter, then sharply rang into a metallic waste basket, then splattered onto the floor again on the other side. I shook my hips back and forth and cut dotted arcs through the air. I was making an absolute mess, drenching the place in my waste, but no one would care what I was doing. I felt... free.

I cut off my stream voluntarily and moved back to the front of the shop, back to the table I had been sitting earlier. It was brighter here thanks to the street lights coming in through the window, and I aimed my cock at the chair Adrana had been sitting in, where she had masturbated in front of me. Then I let loose again with the rest of my piss and watched it pool in the curved wood. As I did so, I stared directly at Adrana's ass through the door. It was fine to get off on other people, right? She had admitted to being turned on by the couple having sex. And she had touched herself in front of me. As long as you didn't touch someone else, you could do whatever you wanted around them.

My piss stream shifted upwards as I let myself stiffen, until it reached over the chair and landed on the floor on the other side. Already, the pool I had left in the seat was beginning to vanish. Soon it was impossible for me to let out anything more, and I stood there panting, heart still racing, fully erect, staring at the girl's white, perfect ass.

I quietly moved over to the glass behind her and took myself in hand. As I stroked, it didn't take long until my hand was covered in precum, and all of my pent-up horniness from the day let itself out at once. Trying to keep quiet, I jerked myself off with a fast, efficient motion, stimulating the length of my shaft as I stared at Adrana's behind, playing with my cock's tip as I imagined her squatting down in front of me. Other images from the day flashed through my mind, from the ivory-haired girl asking to sit across from me to pee, to the tall woman folding her legs around her partner's head to get herself off.

I stopped stroking, holding my breath tightly, and jizzed a huge load. If not for the door, it would have splattered straight against Adrana, but it dripped and smeared down the glass instead, leaving a thick white blur. She didn't notice. As my pulsing stopped, the last few strings of cum landed on my own leg.

Shit. I didn't have a good way to clean that off, and it wasn't disappearing on its own like the cum on the tall woman's toes had. It seemed like that ability didn't come by default in this world. Thankfully, what I had left on the glass *was* vanishing, so that confirmed the door was treated with the "waste-dissolving chemicals" too. I hadn't even considered what I would have done if it wasn't.

I didn't want to smear the cum on my leg all over myself with my hand, and didn't see any napkins out on the counter. Instead, I collected myself and, after a minute, stepped back outside. Adrana turned as I came out.

"All set?" she asked, smiling gently. "How'd it go?"

I inhaled sharply, psyching myself up. "Good," I said. "Sorry it took a while. I actually did jack off, too."

"Oh, I figured that's what you were doing," she said with a laugh. "Either that or taking a shit. I didn't want to bother you either way."

"Thanks for that," I said. "I got some... stuff... on my leg, though, and I don't have a good way of cleaning it off. Could you grab me a napkin or something?"

She looked confused, but when she glanced down at my leg, her blue eyes went wide. "Oh, woah! I've never met anyone who didn't self-clean before." She sunk down into a crouch and stared right at the smear of cum.

This was maybe a little emasculating. "Yeah... you know... from the past and all that, haha..."

"Let me get it," she said, and before I could process what she was doing, she reached out and used her bare hand to wipe away the semen. It smeared across my leg messily, but most of it clung to her skin, where it simply evaporated. Then she placed her palm against the damp spot and held it there. The warmth of her hand was shocking. When she removed it, I was completely clean. "Better!"

"Jesus," I said.

"Nope, just modern technology," she replied, rising to her full height again. "Alright, let's get you to the Assembly Hall. I'm getting tired."

 

We walked together in silence for a while. The purple fade of twilight gave way to a deeper darkness, more pure of a black than what I was used to seeing in LA, although the pools of lamplight still illuminated a comfortable amount of the path ahead of us, and I could see the skyways and bridges silhouetted against the starry sky between buildings, and hear the trailings of wind through the foliage above us. At one point we passed a couple having sex on a bench, the woman bouncing atop the man cowgirl style, moaning loudly. Adrana glanced over at me and grinned at my reaction.

"Hey, something I've been wondering," I said after their moans had faded into the distance. "Why does everyone here look like they're in their 20s?"

"They are," she said. "Oh, right, that would be new to you too. Yeah, it's called a hypercity because it's hyperdimensional. We're in a slice - a dimension - right now that has people in our age range. Different groups of people stick to different slices."

"What the fuck?" I said incredulously. "You thought me being a time traveler was weird but you can move between dimensions? Huh?"

"I don't know, man," she said. "I just live here."

"I guess that explains why you believed me at all," I said. We walked for another minute before I spoke up again, slowly. "Actually, do you have somewhere I can crash for the night?"

Adrana looked at me and pursed her lips. "I thought you wanted to get back home."

"I do," I said. "But this... this is amazing. And I was thinking, if I got here through time travel, then they can send me back to the same night I left, right? So it doesn't matter how long I spend here?"

"I guess," she said. "If you're sure, then you can crash at my place."

"Oh. At your place? Just like that? I mean, you just met me. I probably still seem crazy."

"No, I believe you. I think you're interesting, and I want to talk to you more about where you're from," she said. "Let's head back. My place is closer than the Hall, anyway. Like I said, I'm getting tired."

"Thank you," I said, shivering slightly. "I really appreciate it." She smiled, and we carried on into the night...

Edited May 19, 2023 by gyrate

[gyrate 261]

Includes male and female watersports and nonchalant nudity/urination/sex. The protagonist is a man.

 

The Future I Saw, Part 2

Adrana's apartment was hands-down the largest I'd ever seen. It had an entry hall, a living room, a kitchen, a dining room, a pantry, a bedroom with a walk-in closet (which, surprisingly, had clothes in it), and a guest bedroom - all this space, it seemed, just to herself. My studio apartment paled in comparison.

And, there was no toilet in the bathroom, though there was a shower. Like everything else in the city, Adrana assured me that everything in it was treated entirely with the same magical waste-dissolving coating that covered the rest of the city. She showed me to the guest bedroom and mentioned offhandedly I would be able to do my business in private there. Then we went to hang out in the living room - a spacious area with a few cabinets, drawers, a long and curved futon, a cushy plush chair, and a vivid blue carpet whose colors and tones shifted like Adrana's hair. It was well-lit by panels inlaid along the walls and ceiling, but the flavor of illumination seemed strangely old-fashioned to me - the warm glow of the lights brought to mind incandescent lightbulbs, or even firelight.

Despite being worn out by her day at work, Adrana found it within herself to stay awake, listening to me talk about my life back in the 21st century while she peppered in information about life in the 23rd. I won't bother repeating any of that here - I've talked about it over and over again, and again, you can find it all in other more reputable places. Suffice it to say that from gene dyes to slicepacks, microscreens on skin and furniture, the advent of the global credit system, and even the transit system of Skyune, we covered a lot of ground.

By the time Adrana next decided to empty out, well, I had practically forgotten we were even naked. She was lounging on the plush chair while I sat on the floor, midway through the sentence, "I mean sure, some folks still call it TV, but that's so far removed from what it actually is at this point," when she casually shifted her legs to reveal she had already started relieving herself. Her thighs were shiny with pee, and it continued to stream forth from her pussy in plain sight, trickling out over the plush edge of her seat and dripping down in front of me.

"Oh! Sorry," she said, realizing my sudden stare, but she didn't stop. "Wasn't thinking about it. You good there?" The muted thud of her urine against the carpet continued.

"Yeah," I said. "No, no worries! Still getting used to things." I tore my gaze away from her gushing crotch and forced myself to look her in the eyes. The very pretty, shimmery eyes.

She smiled and tilted her head coyly as she finished. "You're getting hard again, you know."

"Shit," I said, and pulled my legs up to hide my cock. "Sorry."

"Hey, you can jerk it, if you want," she said. "I'd consider it a compliment."

I bit my lip. "I did jerk it to you already," I admitted. "Back in the coffee shop. That's really alright?"

Adrana laughed. "It's not a topic of conversation for most people, but sure," she said. "It's totally fine. I can touch myself with you if it would make you feel more better?"

"Right now?" I asked, swallowing.

"If you want!"

I thought about it. "That still feels like a lot. Maybe later. Tomorrow or something. I mean, you're really attractive and all, but -" I spluttered. The attention was making me soften again, thank god. My heart was still racing; I felt a little dizzy.

She laughed again and shook her head, her sea-blue hair bouncing lightly. "No worries, man. Ease yourself into it." Then, her face grew more genuine, her grin fading to a light smile. "Really, don't do anything that makes you uncomfortable."

Nodding, I said slowly, "Thanks. I do need to go to the bathroom. Er, to pee. Maybe I could try to do that out here, as, like, a first step?"

"Sure! Take your time."

I stood and lightly thrust out my hips while Adrana leaned back and watched me appreciatively. Done pissing, she crossed her legs again, casually hiding her vagina. From above, she looked even hotter, her small tits still exposed to me. I took hold of myself and angled it down at her carpet. I took a deep breath. "This really cool with you?"

She rolled her eyes. "Yes, Mr. Cave Man, go ahead already. You just saw me do it."

I closed my eyes and willed myself to let go. Thirty painful seconds passed with nothing coming out, but Adrana blessedly didn't interrupt the silence. She sat there, waiting, watching.

Then the warmth in my groin finally extended out to the tip of my dick, and I heard the telltale muted sound of liquid hitting carpet. I opened my eyes and let out a shuddering breath, watching myself make a mess on the floor of this girl's living room. Sure enough, a dark spot was forming on the carpet and spreading out, but not excessively so as the chemicals did their job. Adrana let out a little "whoo!" and clapped her hands.

I glanced over at her. "So EVERYTHING in this room is fair game, right?"

She shrugged, seeming to immediately understand why I was asking. "Yeah man, go crazy!" Still pissing, I walked stiffly over to one of the drawers and spent a few seconds drenching its light-painted wood, then swiveled slightly to let more run down the white wall in faint streaks. After a bit, feeling daring, I turned and directly faced Adrana to empty the rest of my bladder directly in her direction, letting her take in the sight of my full frontal nudity, my chest, my hanging cock.

"Alright, this is pretty great," I admitted, looking around me and watching the mess dry in seconds.

From there, we lapsed back into more casual conversation for another fifteen or twenty minutes before Adrana said, "Well, I think I'm gonna go cum and get some sleep." She yawned and stood from her chair, one hand stretching above her head, the other playing with her labia casually. We said our good nights and retired to our respective rooms.

Once I was by myself and under the covers of the guest bed, I was finally able to jerk off in privacy, head again full of the things I'd seen that day. When I came, I turned on my side and spread a thick load of semen out onto the bedsheets beside me, milking myself into the blankets. Sure enough, it didn't take long before the cum was totally gone, and content in the knowledge that the evidence of anything I did would quickly be removed, I passed into sleep.

 

"Oh! By the way, one of my friends is coming by today," Adrana said over breakfast the next morning. "Her name is Nova. I told her you were a time traveler and she wants to meet you before you go to the Assembly Hall. I need to go to work in a few, so are you alright with waiting here for her?"

The dining room table was glass, so her pussy was fully in the peripheral of my vision as I worked my way through a plate of eggs and a tall glass of water. I nodded. "Sure. She believed you?"

"I think so!" Adrana laughed. "I get the feeling she wants to come talk to you herself to make sure you're not just some crazy guy I let into my apartment. But don't worry, she's super nice."

I nodded to that and we continued breakfast with light, normal-feeling conversation - how did you sleep last night, were the sheets alright, et cetera. Adrana took the opportunity during the small talk to casually lift herself up a few inches on her hands and go to the bathroom on her seat, which I didn't bother pretending not to take interest in. "Hey, out of curiosity, do people usually do that in the bed at night?" I asked. "I got out of bed to take a piss on the floor last night, but I guess I could have just gone where I was."

Adrana tilted her head back and forth in consideration, her shoulders hunched up as the last of her pee dripped out. She waited as the chemicals did their work on the mess she'd made before lowering herself back down. "I don't even wake up," she said. "I usually wet the bed while I sleep. I guess it varies person to person."

"Oh, makes sense." I said. I tried to seem casual as I followed her lead and started to piss, too - definitely easier to do this morning than last night. I wasn't sure if that was because I was sitting down, or if I was just getting used to the whole situation. Still, the loud pattering on the floor made me blush, and Adrana laughed as she brought another forkful of eggs to her mouth. She didn't say anything, though.

 

After breakfast, Adrana wished me goodbye for the day and informed me Nova would be there around 1 in the afternoon, so if I wanted to explore the city before then, I certainly could. I took her up on that and spent some time exploring the nearby streets, which were slightly more narrow than the ones I had "woken up" to the day before. I had learned from Adrana that the reason I hadn't seen any vehicles was because the public transit system had a subset of dimensional slices all to itself. She had explained how to use the slice-changing stations peppered around the city, but I was still a little afraid of them. I also still didn't fully understand how cultural rules might differ from slice to slice - e.g. those around nudity - so I limited myself to a short hike around the neighborhood by foot alone.

Somewhat to my disappointment, I didn't see anything particularly depraved during my hike. Although, I did realize one thing: Aside from being hotter and less clothed, the denizens of Skyune seemed to be a lot happier than people from 21st century LA, too. Maybe being hot and naked had something to do with it, but it wasn't the entire reason. People were less stressed out, less angry, less paranoid here.

As I walked beneath the shining edifices of glass, beneath the skybridges wrapped in verdant greenery, I wondered if the whole world was like this. Probably not, I concluded. From everything Adrana had told me, hypercities seemed to be distinct from other places, real pinnacles of human advancement and technology. There were probably still shithole towns and overcrowded cities *somewhere* in the world. Still, Skyune was nice, and I was glad I had landed there.

 

After I got back inside, I spent some time twiddling my thumbs before Nova showed up. Not having a phone - or microscreen - was tough, and Adrana didn't seem to have much in the way of physical sources of entertainment. At one point, feeling daring, I went to the dining room and emptied my bladder right onto the table we had eaten at a few hours prior, watching the urine pool across the glass and drip down to the floor as it disappeared into nothing.

Finally, there was a knock at the door. I went to the entry hall and glanced out the window nervously. There was a shortstack of a girl with a button nose standing there, around my and Adrana's age, maybe 5 foot, with mid-length green hair tipped in pink. Her skin was faintly pink as well, her eyelashes were heavy and black, and she had what seemed to be glittering patches of diamond patterned around her bright green eyes. She looked like a candy-flavored fairy, albeit with the biggest tits I'd seen on anyone in Skyune so far.

I opened the door. "Hey there," I said. "Nova?"

She grinned at me, revealing a set of pearly whites. They seemed a little... sharper than what might be natural, but the smile itself seemed pleasant enough. "Hey, that's me! You're the time traveler, huh? Reno, right?"

I nodded and stepped aside. "Yep. Uh, I can't explain anything and I don't have any proof. You don't have to trust me, but I really don't know how I got here, and all signs point to time travel."

Nova flitted in past me; I shut the door behind her. "No worries, no worries, you're tops," she said as she sized me up, eyeline grazing past my cock. "Adrana believes you, and she's got a good gut with guys. She'd know if you were lying. It's not that crazy anyway."

"Right?" I said. "I mean, you have, like, multidimensional travel here, why would time travel be that big a leap?"

"So," Nova said, "you wanna fuck?"

I paused, brain short-circuiting. "Yo, what?"

"I wanna fuck the time traveler before you go home," Nova said. "I mean, your loss if you don't, but that's why I came over in the first place. Can you imagine what a story? Oh, you didn't fuck Adrana already, did you?"

I stammered a bit before I was able to get out, "no, I didn't."

"Yeah, she's a little priss like that," the pink girl said. "I'll fuck you, though." I started growing hard at this point, which Nova noticed, her heavy eyelashes fluttering downwards as she stared at my cock, eyebrows raising. "Oh, you like hearing that? Yeah, I'll be your little bitch. You can fuck me any way you want. Put your dick in a future bitch."

I'd like to say it took me more time than it did for me to decide, but no, she had spoken persuasively. I stepped forward; she raised her head pursed her lips - faintly green in color - her shining emerald eyes staring into mine daringly as I approached. Then I kissed her. She grabbed my hand and put it on one of her tits, then moved hers down to my cock and began stroking it.

Now, I'm usually not the type of guy to cum too fast, but the sudden stimulation had me fully amped up. My heart pounding, her tongue in my mouth, feeling the shape of her nipple as I played with it, and most importantly the slow, heavy strokes she was giving me - I didn't even notice the edge of orgasm approaching. I broke the kiss with a gasp and said, "hold on," but it was too late. Even as Nova stopped her movement, I was already pulsing out a thick string of sperm against her belly.

"Oh, yeahhh," she said, taking hold of me again to finish me off, milking the rest of the load out with a practiced hand. "Cum on the little bitch, she don't mind, don't hold back." By the time I was done, her hand, belly, and upper thigh were dripping with my premature ejaculate, and she scooted close and rubbed her leg against my dick to clean me off.

She released me and stepped back, flicking a glob of semen into the wall from her fingers. "Don't think I'm done with you," she said. "That was round one. Let's give you some time to cool off."

I was breathing hard and shakily. "Did you tell Adrana your plans before you came over?"

She smiled, the diamond-textured patches around her eyes crinkling up a bit. "Nah. I thought it'd be more fun as a surprise. Come on, let's go chill."

The strange candy-colored girl retrieved a couple glasses of water from the kitchen for us to sip at as we sat in the living room together. At first, she was preoccupied with the screen on her hand, apparently texting. At one point she reclined and set her head on my lap, holding her hand out to take a selfie with my cock, then giggled and straightened up. "Sent that one to Adrana."

Another few minutes went by before I broke the silence. "Okay, question. If I *wasn't* a time traveler, that would mean you jerked off either a liar or a crazy person. That doesn't bother you?"

Nova lowered her hand to turn her intense green gaze on me instead. "Eh, I've given handjobs to worse dudes either way." Her expression was very much unbothered.

"Adrana said that most people don't have sex until they're in a relationship or at least, you know, friendly with the other person. You don't?"

She crossed her legs below her on the futon and grinned devilishly. "I make friends fast," she said. "I don't see you complaining."

"No, you're really hot," I said.

"Thanks, you're so sweet." She stuck her tongue in her cheek, looking me over. "You want to see something I bet you don't see in the 21st century?"

Tentatively, I nodded. "Sure."

Still next to me on the futon, she got to her knees, faced away, and bent forward to show me her thick, plump ass - it rose a mere two feet away from my face. She reached back and spread her cheeks with her hands, revealing her anus and snatch, which were much more vibrantly pink than the skin around them. As she spread them further, I realized there was a faint white glow which seemed to illuminate her holes from within, shimmering in a way that reminded me of the sea-blue carpet or Adrana's hair and eyes. The colors were mesmerizing.

"Holy shit," I said, "Nope, can't say I've seen that before. It's pretty hot, though. More gene dye?"

Nova let go of her ass and her cheeks jiggled back into place, hiding her holes again. She maneuvered back to a sitting position. "Hell yeah it is," she said, then glanced at her hand as it lit up into a screen again. "Adrana says I better not be making you uncomfy."

"Tell her I'm all good," I assured her. "Speaking of, you want to go for round two?"

"Yeah?" she said, texting a message back to Adrana as she spoke. "You want to fuck your little future bitch for real? Make her cum this time?" She lowered her hand and looked me in the eye. "You can cum inside me, by the way." Her hand came to rest on my leg... "Or you can cum all OVER me again. Paint me white. Do whatever you want." She walked her hand up to my hardening cock and wrapped her fingers around it. "Fuck me from behind... Put a finger in my ass... Use me as your toilet. Whatever you want, Mr. Time Traveler."

"Damn," I said. "You know how to turn a guy on."

"So sweet," she said, stroking me slowly. Then she bent down and took me in her mouth. Her tongue made circles around the head of my cock as she sucked me off, and her breath through her nose began getting louder and faster. Her white-tipped green hair bobbed up and down as she worked, and I slipped a hand along the pink curve of her ass to her pussy, slick with lust. I spent a minute playing with her exterior and clit, then slowly inserted a finger up her. She moaned into my cock.

"You know what else is new to me," I said between breaths, "People pissing wherever they want. You want to piss on my hand for me?"

Nova raised her head until I popped out of her mouth, then sat her cheek down on my lap so my cock rested between her lips and nose. "You're into that?" she said. "I can if you want." When I nodded and grunted a yes, she raised her eyebrows and moaned, "But I have to go soooo bad. You really want this little slut to get you all dirty?" She moved her head back and forth so my cock gently slid across her lips. "You really want this little bitch to fucking wet herself on you? Her bladder is so full, she's going to let it go all over you, she'll piss all over her own feet like this, all over Adrana's furniture, you really want that?"

I was nodding along to her, whispering "yes, yes, yes," and then I felt it. From where my hand was placed against her warm, sex-wet pussy lips, my palm began to fill with a waterfall of hot liquid. I groaned as I felt an excessive amount of piss running over onto the futon, and Nova turned her attention back to my blowjob, sucking me off as she used my hand as a toilet, my finger still inside her. I clasped my palm flat against her and let the pee spurt out the sides, running down my arm.

"Oh, fuck," I realized, "I'm cumming. Fuck, sorry."

"Yghu mogherfghker!" she said, and I came into her mouth. She turned her head slightly to glare at me, though she was still pissing into my palm, and she made no move to free herself from my throbbing, twitching cock. Finally, when both of us were done, she straightened back up with a "bleh," letting her mouth hang open so that semen and saliva ran off her tongue in a translucent river, briefly onto the futon as she moved but mostly down her chin and onto her tits. Before it evaporated, she looked like a mess.

"Sorry," I said again sheepishly. "I swear this doesn't usually happen."

"All good," she said, leaning over to spit the last of my cum out onto the carpet. "Whatever, you owe me round three now."

"I can finish you with my mouth or my hands if you want," I offered, but she shook her head.

"Nah, I like to get fucked while I cum. You focus on recharging and we'll go again." She reached out and downed a few gulps of water. "Fuck, you're into piss play for real, huh?"

I laughed. "Yeah, I guess so."

"Well, same, a bit," she said. "I'm into a little of everything. Here, finish this and maybe we can start next round with you finding something interesting to do with it." She offered me the glass, and I obliged her, downing it thirstily.

 

Forty minutes later, we made our way to the guest bedroom for round three. "Okay, now if I kiss you, are you going to cum again?" Nova asked.

"No, but I'll probably get hard," I admitted. "You want me to piss for you, we'll need to avoid that. Don't dirty talk me either!" I added as she opened her mouth to say something. She shut it. "What do you want me to do?"

Nova flopped back on the bed, her tits wobbling with the impact. "I want you to do whatever you want to me," she said. "Just, uh, don't piss in my mouth."

"You got it," I said, and paced around her, trying to think of what I should do. I couldn't waste too much time figuring it out, since I could feel another stiffie coming on as I examined Nova's sprawled-out form, vulnerable and ready for me...

I shook my head and got up onto the bed beside her; her body gently shifted as the bed was pressed down by my weight. From under her dark, long lashes, she looked at my cock expectantly, and her hand went to her neon pink pussy, beginning to play with herself. Resting on my shins, I took hold of myself, pointed my cock at her tits and stomach, and waited...

For about twenty seconds, the only sound was Nova's slightly excited breathing and her fingers slipping along an increasingly wet snatch. Then, with a very inappropriate-feeling tingle at the tip of my dick, a slight patter of piss landed on the blanket, ebbing before springing back out of me in a full arc, directly onto the curve of Nova's tits. The water she had given me earlier splashed against her nipple and sprayed out an angle, dampening her face as she looked down at herself, her hand quickening at her pussy.

"Oh, yeah," she breathed. "Do it..."

I was getting hard, there was no avoiding that, and my stream rose further into the air. The impact point moved from one tit to the other, then off her body entirely for a moment, drops barely showering down onto her from above before the stream weakened again and I was just barely pulsing out throbs of urine with each conscious flex of my dick. She giggled lustily as a spurt hit her in the ribcage.

I clambered off the bed and stood in front of Nova - she spread her legs for me, inviting me into her glowing pussy. I let out a few more spurts of piss directly onto her sex, preparing it for me, then moved in and let it swallow me up; as I penetrated her, she moaned.

Finally, the feeling of her pussy flexing around my member. Even having cum twice in the last hour, it still felt amazing, and I immediately began moving my hips, slapping into her thighs lewdly with each thrust. "Fuck - yes," she said, playing with her clit with her fingers. "Fuck yes, fuck me, fuck me, fucked by - a time - traveler, fuck yes!"

A few minutes later, she stopped fingering herself long enough to turn the screen on her hand on, then held it straight out above her face. She made a peace sign with the other hand and seemed to either be taking selfie or a video. "You gonna send that to Adrana?" I asked.

"Fuck, I should," she gasped, and sent it. Then she started fingering herself without even bothering to turn off the screen, her fingers glowing bright white, illuminating the pink of her clit. "Yeah, you're real comfy now, aren't you, fucker?" she spat at me. "Fucking your little future bitch. Why don't you fucking cum in me, cum in my little vagina, fuck!" She pitched her head back. Truthfully, I wasn't sure if I had another orgasm in me, but she was obviously getting pretty close. "Fuck me! Fuck me, motherfucker! God, yes! Cum in my cunt, cum in my ass, just - I - fuck, god, I'm cumming!" I penetrated as far into her as I could and held myself there, feeling the walls of her pussy flex around me in the throes of orgasm. She gasped and clutched at my thigh, holding me in even closer.

Breathing hard, she finally relaxed. "That was good," she confirmed. "Mm. Fuck. Hey, you want me to piss on you again? Oh, fuck it, I'm going, I know you like it," and then I felt a new warmth beginning to pool around my crotch where we were connected.

That was enough for me to finish. I thrusted into her hard and grabbed fistfuls of her ass as she wet the bed, and not fifteen seconds later I came - weakly, but came nonetheless. I collapsed facefirst into her tits and we lay there, panting together in the shade of Adrana's guest room. "God, yes," she whimpered in a reedy, satisfied voice.

At some point, wordlessly, I pulled out of her; a small trail of sperm dribbled out of her white-glowing pussy and dripped down into the bed as it evaporated. I turned and fell down to lay beside her, putting my forearm up to my face, exhausted. She gave a contented "mm" as I lay there, snuggling up beside me happily to put her head on my chest. And soon, both of us drained, we fell asleep...

Edited June 1, 2023 by gyrate

[Lutab 1,052]

Super hot story!! Loved part two. Looking forward to reading more!!

[Lutab 1,052]

Maybe she shows him something that isn't self cleaning to be naughty and then pees there 😉

[Alfresco 11,630]

Fantastic story @gyrate - great imagination, brilliant storyline which is so different to most and excellent narrative.  I wonder whether there is more to be experienced before Reno leaves that time/place and maybe he gets to explore other times/places to find a different situation?  I would love to see where you go with this (assuming you are going to develop it).

[Kupar 13,339]

Excellent! As well-written and arousing a utopian pee+sex story as I've read. Thanks!

[gyrate 261]

Thanks for the kind reception! Really appreciate it 🙂 And @Lutab, I have an idea for that suggestion which will happen after the shorter one I'm about to post.

[gyrate 261]

Includes male and female watersports and nonchalant nudity/urination/sex. The protagonist is a man.

 

The Future I Saw, Part 3

"Hey, you. I'm back." Adrana's voice, quiet, rousing me from the deep nap I was in. Blearily, I lifted my head off the pillow to see her slender, backlit silhouette against the warm light of the hallway outside, poking in from the doorframe. I couldn't quite make out the details of her body, but her hair and the rings of her irises gave off a visible blue hue.

Anxiously, as though she had caught me doing something I wasn't supposed to, I pushed myself up onto my elbows. But Nova wasn't there anymore; I was alone on the guest bed, still on top of the covers. It was past sunset - clearly, I had slept for a few hours, and she had woken before me. "Rmgh," I said, "Hey, sorry."

"No sorries!" Adrana said, shaking her head and taking a step into the room. "I should be the one apologizing to you. I didn't realize what Nova was planning." She had a friendly, quiet smile to her voice. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah!" I assured her hastily. "No, I'm all good. Don't worry, Nova was cool."

Adrana laughed and leaned against the doorframe. "Cool," she repeated. "That's a way to put it. Well, I'm glad she didn't completely overwhelm you."

I realized I had to take a leak. "I mean, she did kind of overwhelm me, but in a good way. Really!" Feeling the pressure in my bladder, the tingle in my dick, I thought to myself - I want to be like them - and turned as casually as I could onto my side, adjusting my mostly-flaccid penis to point down onto the bed beside me. I knew that although I couldn't see Adrana's face very well, she could probably see what I was doing pretty clearly.

Still, she didn't comment on it. "Alright, if you say so," she said. "Anyway, I'm going to put together some dinner. I was going to make a curry soup tonight. You'll like it. It's got yams. Want some?"

I started to go and the relief was immediate. Pee ran down my thigh for a moment before I adjusted further up and the sound of it softly impacting the covers made itself known. "Yo, I'd love some," I said casually. "I can help in the kitchen in a minute. I'm sure that yams haven't changed much in the last couple centuries." More urine flowed out, and a warmth began spreading into the sheets below my hip.

Adrana still didn't comment on what I was doing. I felt a surge of relief that went beyond my bladder - I was taking care of myself just as casually as anyone else in this world. "Great!" she said. "I won't turn down the offer. Come on out when you're ready. No need to hurry." With that, she turned and left, giving the doorframe a little tap with her hand as she went, leaving me to finish wetting her bed. I did so, wiping myself with the sheets after I was done.

 

Ten minutes later I was fully in chef mode, a wonderfully familiar mode to be in. I had always enjoyed cooking, and to know that it remained more-or-less the same in 2230 was comforting. There were a few utensils and appliances I didn't recognize, but I had decided I didn't want to bring any further attention to how much of a stranger I was, and stuck to what I knew instead - dicing carrots, peeling yams, mincing garlic. Adrana buzzed around me with pots and pans, giving friendly suggestions on what to do next.

We chatted as we worked, and soon the kitchen was awash with delicious smells and a relaxed atmosphere. At one point while she was stirring, Adrana decided she needed a pee and set down her spoon to put both hands on the edge of the counter instead. Sticking out her white rump and staring at the wall through the steam, she let loose. Her blank expression only showed mild concentration. A pool of liquid formed around her feet and ran across the tiled floor as it dissolved, the dribbling noise mostly hidden by the bubbling and hissing of the soup. Twenty seconds later, her golden flow dwindled. She gave her butt a little shake with her lips sucked in, picked up the spoon, and kept stirring. I didn't say anything, and neither did she.

Ten minutes after that, I was chilling in the dining room with nothing much to do, silently bemoaning the loss of my phone, when I heard Adrana say in a somewhat aghast voice, "Oh god, come on."

"Is everything alright?" I said, standing. My first thought was that something had gone wrong with the curry. But Adrana was looking at her hand-screen, her face faintly illuminated by white.

"It's Nova again," she said. "She wants me to show you this video she took after she woke up, but I just scrubbed through it and it's... a lot. 'Tell him I said he'll like it.'"

I moved over to her side. "Shit, alright. Let's go."

"You two..." Adrana muttered, but angled her hand so I could see the screen. On it was Nova's pink-skinned, button-nosed face under her mop of green hair. She was smiling, her sharp teeth fully visible in the late afternoon light. A selfie video. As it played, we watched Nova angle her hand so I was in the frame, completely passed out, below where her head rested. It panned back to Nova's devilish grin again.

Then Nova slowly rose, taking care not to rouse me, the angle of her hand-camera rotating 90 degrees. She brought her mouth close to the camera and whispered, "Hey Reno, before I take off, I woke up needing to go soooo bad. I'm going to do it for you again, hope this makes you happy." Adrana's mouth was a hard-set line as she watched the images playing out on her hand.

Nova maneuvered herself into a squat and moved her palm, and the view of the camera with it, behind her. I caught a glimpse of myself still passed out, my head on the pillow next to the one she was squatting above. Then, thanks to the camera angle Nova settled on, Adrana and I got a good, detailed, close-up look of her glowing asshole. She moved her hand back and even further down so we could see her pussy too, and then fully let loose, going to the bathroom all over the pillow. As she went, she panned the view over to me, where I slumbered blissfully on, unaware. Some of the piss starting running over onto my pillow as well, and the view jerked as Nova hastily readjusted herself to avoid soaking me.

After she was done, Nova moved her hand back up to her face, stuck her tongue out, and winked. "You're welcome!" Then the video started over, looping at its end point.

Adrana looked extremely irritated. "Nova..." she growled under her breath.

I, on the other hand, said, "No, no, it's all good! See? Look." I gestured to my now-diamondlike erection in demonstration. I was leaking precum, too, which stuck in strands to my leg. "I really don't mind."

A pause, and Adrana's irritation was replaced with a more neutral disbelief. "Man," she said, shaking her head, looking back at the video again, where Nova was moving into the squat for a second time. "You really like to watch us girls empty out, huh?"

"Yes," I said, idly taking the precum in my palm and slowly - gently - rubbing my cock with it, reminding myself that this is just what people did in this world. When you got horny, you took care of it.

"You want me to leave the video up?" Adrana said. She was holding her hand out, still, and Nova had just started to release on the pillow again.

"Sure," I said. "Can you project it somewhere?"

"Nah, too much trouble, just cum," Adrana said. "You don't look like you're going to last long. Curry has to simmer for a while anyway."

I nodded and began stroking myself faster, harder. Adrana patiently waited at my side with her hand out, the video of her friend ruining the pillow continuing to loop on her hand. The sound of my jacking off and increasingly heavy breathing seemed just as natural a part of the kitchen ambiance as anything else. Adrana, for her part, didn't seem flustered at all.

"Fuck," I said, just after Nova stuck her tongue out and said you're welcome for the fifth time - "fuck, fuck, I'm cumming."

"You can cum in my hand," Adrana said calmly, "on Nova, she deserves it." Nova's smiling face shimmered slightly to readjust itself as Adrana cupped her palm, moving it to the tip of my cock. I stroked two more times and then held my breath, and a second later a blessed contraction shot a thick load of cum out onto the digital image of Nova. More strings erupted, dripping from Adrana's fingers down onto the floor. Now the video (currently showing Nova's asshole) was mostly obscured by my thick, white release.

I pitched my head back and breathed a sigh of satisfaction. "Thanks."

Adrana smiled and raised an eyebrow. "No problem," she said, wiping her hands together, smearing my disappearing cum between them. "By the way, a lot of people like watching each other piss. So I hope you don't feel bad about it."

"Oh, I don't feel bad," I said. "But you don't like it?"

"It's okay." She shrugged. "Not really my thing. But I've dated guys who were into it before. I don't mind pissing down someone's throat if they're hot enough, let's put it that way."

"Understood!" I said, laughing. "Tell Nova I said thank you, by the way."

"Oh, I am, I'll tell her you enjoyed the video as much as possible," Adrana said. As the last of my load evaporated, she started tapping out a message. Then: "Oh, by the way, I have a day off tomorrow. I thought it might be fun to go down to this history museum on the lower levels. It has a whole section on the 20th and 21st centuries. You be down for that? I'll invite Nova, too."

"Let's do it!" I said. "Sounds fun."

"Nice," she said. "It's a date!" She finished sending the message to Nova and twirled around to stir the soup.

 

Half an hour later, dinner was served. It was delicious, and we made small talk as we ate - the conversation shifted onto the topic of fetishes, and Adrana casually revealed her love of getting spanked to me. It was a fun conversation. As I brought up my appreciation for piss again, she said, "Actually, hold that thought. I need to go. You want to watch?" After I said of course, she spread her legs on the seat and let loose. "Look, no hands!" she said, raising them above her head. "Sorry, I don't know how to be sexy about it." A pale torrent pooled around her pussy in the seat, until she was pissing into nothing but her own piss.

I laughed and pointed out my stiffening cock. "Sexy enough, I guess." But, we finished up the rest of the meal relatively politely.

After dinner, I went for another walk around the nighttime district, then Adrana and I hung out in the living room before bed. Adrana decided to masturbate right then and there, saying that the spanking talk had gotten her over the edge, and I jacked off again after going to bed, my face against the same pillow Nova had used in the video.

This was shaping up to be an altogether pleasant life. Was I ever going to go back?

[Lutab 1,052]

Hot addition love it and looking forward to your idea for the next part! 🙂

[wetwulf 3,324]

Nova sounds like fun! What I really love, though, is that I feel the potential for Adrana to also let loose, that maybe she's not as "prissy" as Nova thinks.

I look forward to whatever comes next (pun intended).

[Lutab 1,052]

I agree I love the anticipation of what will happen with Adriana 

[gyrate 261]

Includes male and female watersports, nonchalant nudity/urination/sex, as well as vandalism of public property. The protagonist is a man.

 

The Future I Saw, Part 4

Adrana and I headed to the history museum the next day, stopping outside to wait for Nova. Deep in the lower levels of Skyune, the district was dense, shadowy, and altogether different from the upper levels - not sketchy in the same way that some neighborhoods in 21st century cities are, but still, a lot less shiny than what I'd seen of Skyune so far. Maybe some of it was because the sky far above was cloudy and grey, and a very light, cold drizzle fell sporadically to the stone streets. I shivered slightly. Still, humming electric panels set into the walls of apartment complexes, storefronts, and unlabeled buildings alleviated the gloom while warming the air around them like dozens of massive space heaters. These panels seemed like a waste of energy, jetting their warmth into the outdoors, but I knew from Adrana that the hypercity produced more energy than it could reasonably expend on mundane utilities like heat.

"I should have brought jackets for us," the blue-haired girl muttered. She was shivering too, arms folded across her belly, her nipples erect in the cold air. I was having a less sexy physiological response, in that my dick was unfortunately smaller than it would have been otherwise.

"All good." I looked up into the drizzle. Above me, past the dizzying edifices of green-covered skyscrapers and the crisscross of bridges, grey dim clouds passed overhead. "So you haven't figured out how to control the weather, yet, huh?"

"Sadly, no," she replied. "Brrr. Maybe we should wait inside." The museum itself apparently comprised four floors of the skyscraper next to us, which on this level was surfaced in sandy grey stone. I nodded. "Heads up, I don't think this museum has self-cleaning surfaces. I've been here once or twice and a lot of it is designed to be as faithful to the time periods it portrays as possible - so you might want to go to the bathroom before we head in if you need to."

"I should be good," I said. "I went before we left." I had decided to go in the entry hall while I was waiting for Adrana - in fact, I had used the front door, since it seemed as good a target as any. She hadn't even noticed the disappearing streaks as she came around the corner.

"I'm gonna go," she announced, and glanced around before crouching down into a squat. She kept her feet together, though, directly below her pussy. "Don't judge me, I like to warm up my feet on days like this. Might as well, right?" I started getting hard as she let loose; she deliberately angled her urine stream with her hand so the piss ran down her heels and toes - she sighed with relief and closed her eyes. "Mm, that's nice." Then, opening them and seeing my stiffie - "Oh right. You're not judging, you're just enjoying the show, huh?"

"Of course," I said, taking myself in hand and giving a few appreciative tugs to her. She smiled and looked down again, making sure to drench her feet with her own water as much as possible. Steam rose up from them, and from the puddle she was making below her. Except...

"Shit," she said, suddenly standing, cutting off her stream as quickly as she could. "I don't think the street here is treated here either. No, it should be, it's just not working. Fuck!" She covered her mouth with her hand and stepped out of her pee, which was stubbornly staying put.

"Oh," I said. I stopped playing with myself - Adrana seemed really ashamed for some reason. "It's not a big deal, right?"

Still covering her mouth with her hand, I could see her cheeks turning brightly red as she stared down at her still-steaming mess. "Fuck, fuck. No, it's not a big deal, it's not my fault they let the coating break down here, but..." She shook her head. "I'm so used to the city taking care of my stuff for me, it's so embarrassing when it suddenly sticks around like this. I feel like a dog who wasn't housebroken. A dog outside a hypercity, I mean."

"No, I get it," I said. "If I went to the bathroom in your house and it didn't disappear like you told me it would, I think I would be pretty embarrassed too."

She got down on her hands and knees next to her puddle. "Sorry you have to see this," she said as she placed one of her palms down into her piss, causing a slight ripple. Where it came into contact with her skin, it slowly vanished, and she picked her hand up a few times to reposition it. She was mopping up her mess with her own body.

"Yeah, no worries, I don't mind watching," I said after a solid forty seconds of staring, cock still hard. She threw a brief glare in my direction and rolled her eyes. Her face was still red, but the blush faded as she worked.

Another minute later and she had nearly finished cleaning up - but not quite fast enough. From down the street, a voice: "Yooo! What are you doing?" It was Nova. "The hell did I walk into?" She was wearing a warm-looking long jackets (green to match her hair) with nothing underneath.

Adrana looked up from the street with wide eyes, taken off-guard. "You walked into a street malfunction," she said, rising to her feet. "Cleaning's fuzzy here."

"Aww," Nova said, laughing as she drew close to us, "Did you have an accident? Sorry to hear. I know you hate shit like that."

"Ugh, yes," Adrana said.

"Is the street working over here?" Nova said, and walked about ten feet away, thrusting out her hips with her back to us, letting a small spurt of piss out from her jacket. The piss spattered against the street and... stayed there, refusing to vanish. "Oh well, fuck it, I gotta go," she said, turning to face us. Her pussy looked delicious as she released her water on full display.

"The hell, Nova!" Adrana said indignantly. "I just cleaned mine up! I'm not going to clean yours!"

"You don't have to," Nova said as she continued to go. "Maybe it'll remind someone they need to fix it."

Adrana sighed as she watched the growing puddle. "True," she said. "Well, once you're finished, let's head inside. It'll be warmer in there."

Ten minutes later, we were in the museum, leaving Nova's steaming lake on the street outside in plain view. The museum was nice, if surreal. It was odd to see everything you know depicted as dead and gone. The exhibit Adrana had wanted me to see covered the first century of the information age, 1950-2050, carpeted in dull beige tones and lit by buzzy fluorescent tubes that reminded me of a 90s office environment. A lineup of cell phones caught my eye, starting with a brick-like device from the 80s, to more recognizable flip phones, to smart phones, then to several odd shapes I didn't recognize. The lineup concluded with a jump forward on the timeline and an illustration of a glowing human hand - "Biofused Microscreens," introduced to the public in 2194.

Anyway, I've gone into a lot more detail about what I saw in the museum elsewhere already. It was obviously the part the government was most interested in. But for this version, I do want to talk about one particular room - the bathroom.

Well, it wasn't really a bathroom. But it WAS a room with several toilets on a display stand against the wall. They were of various designs, and all unmistakably the porcelain thrones I was very much used to. I did a double-take when I walked through the door. It took me a second to notice there were different electric hand-dryers, sinks, and soap dispensers mounted on the wall as well. The floor here was tiled instead of carpet, as were the walls.

"You don't even have toilets at ALL anymore?" I whispered to the girls, who had just come in the door behind me. We had been in the museum for an hour and a half at this point, and they were enjoying my reactions to the various parts of the exhibit. I saw Nova grin at that question in particular.

"Oh, well, not like those," Adrana said, tracing her cheek with her finger idly. "Certain slices still have toilets, plus most places outside of hypercities, but they're not ones like those. They're flat, and you squat over them instead of sitting."

"Oh. Like they have in Japan?" I said stupidly.

"Uh, like they have everywhere," Adrana said. "Like, every country."

"Wow," I said, looking at the apparently-extinct specimens before me with another surreal feeling. "Do those work, you think?"

"You mean, are these historical objects hooked up to the plumbing?" Adrana said, and laughed. "No, I wouldn't bet on it."

"Oh," I said again.

Then Nova spoke up, approaching the display. "Hey Reno, you want to see me use one?"

Adrana's eyes went wide. "Don't," she said. "You're going to get us kicked out, or probably worse."

"Aw, but look at Reno," Nova said, adopting a babytalk voice. "His dick is saying he wants to see me use one. Look how big it's getting." She seductively put one leg up on the display like a stripper on a pole, facing away from us, then looked over her shoulder demurely. Her green jacket hid her nudity from this angle, but that just made her all the hotter.

Adrana shook her head. "You two... You enable her, you know that?"

I laughed. "I haven't said anything." But I raised my eyebrows at Nova and nodded. She giggled and looked around, making sure there wasn't any museum staff watching, before she climbed the rest of the way up.

"Aw, but I've never done this before," she said, looking at the middle toilet in front of her with a pout. "I think I need instructions, Reno."

"Got it," I said, and crossed my arms over my bare chest. "Lucky for you, I happen to be an expert. First, you're going to want to turn around, so you're facing us."

Nova obeyed. Her jacket swirled gently open, revealing her pink belly, her large, pink tits, the line of her pussy. She cocked a leg aside so we got a better view of her. "Like this?"

"Mhm," I said. "Now hold up your jacket while you sit down, so it doesn't go into the bowl."

"Mmm," she said. "Okay!" She obeyed again with an exaggerated amount of care. She closed her knees coyly so we could no longer see between them. Now sitting on the toilet in a ladylike posture, she said, "Done!"

"Perfect. Now..." I said, and held out the pause. "...do whatever you need to do."

Adrana was looking out from between her fingers. "And do it fast. Ugh." Quieter, she muttered, "I can't believe I'm getting turned on by this."

Nova held her breath and looked up to the side, at the ceiling, while she concentrated. "Mm, okay, I'm doing it!" She looked back down at me and grinned. "I must be a natural! How's my form?"

"You're doing great," I replied earnestly. I could hear a quiet trickling coming from the toilet, but otherwise, there wasn't any outward evidence of the pink-skinned girl's crime.

"Mmf," she said, hunching over a bit. Then, a few seconds later: "There, all empty. What do I do next?"

"Good job! You'll want to stand up and wipe yourself off," I said. "Then flush the toilet with the metal lever on the side, behind you."

She stood carefully and ran her bare hand along her pussy slit, then dusted herself off dramatically and pressed down on the lever, which gave a hollow metallic clank. Nothing happened, obviously. "Aw," she said.

"Someone else will have to deal with it," I said. "It's okay, it's what it's made for. Just do the polite thing and put the lid down, so no one can see what you did."

She giggled and did so, hiding the evidence for now, then turned away from the vandalized toilet and hopped down to the tiled floor again, landing with a soft, barefoot slap. "All done," she declared. "Now let's take care of you." To my surprise, she dropped to her knees directly in front of me. "Want a blowjob?"

"Oh, fuck yes, thank you," I said, and let her take over. With no preamble whatsoever, she deepthroated me, choking slightly as she took my entire length into her mouth and throat, using her hand to stroke me at the same time as she began to bob her head back and forth. I could feel her tongue working at my frenulum.

Even more surprising than the feeling of my cock suddenly entering Nova's mouth, warm and wet with saliva, was what Adrana did next. I looked over at her and saw her biting her lip, holding her bare legs together hornily, and realized just how turned on she was. Before I could do anything else, she padded over to the toilets, hopped up, opened the lid, and looked into the bowl. Then she looked back at Nova, sat down, and began masturbating, naked and thin atop her throne. Her mouth fell slightly open and her eyebrows knit together as she quietly gave into whatever she was feeling.

Nova didn't seem realize at first, still sucking me off with her eyes closed. I didn't even think to announce it - I simply came in her mouth and shot a thick load across her tongue, overstimulated by the back-and-forth motion of her mouth and the sight of Adrana alike. She sat back, wiping a string of spitty cum of her chin with an impish smile, and only then did she notice where Adrana had gone.

I stood back and caught my breath as I watched. Nova stood and locked eyes with me, opening her mouth to show me a thick band of white cum stretching from her lower teeth to the inside of her upper lip. Then she sashayed over to Adrana and clambered up on the display in front of the toilet, got to her knees again, then lowered her head carefully between the blue-haired girl's legs. Adrana moaned softly as Nova licked her cunt, and although I couldn't see from directly across the room, I was pretty sure Nova was coating her with my own cum.

A minute later, Nova raised her head and looked up. "You're getting close, right, baby?" she said. Adrana nodded, breathing hard. "Why don't you use the toilet while I finish you off. It's not like you're going to do any more damage than what you're sitting on already."

Adrana glanced at me with an almost worried expression, then looked back down at Nova. "Okay," she said, and squeezed her eyes shut. I noticed her fists ball up unconsciously as Nova dove back in with renewed enthusiasm, and for thirty seconds, loud, inconsistent, and extremely unladylike splashing resounded out from the bowl, the flow interrupted by Nova's tongue doing its expert work. Then Adrana opened her eyes and took in a huge breath of air as she came, pushing Nova's green hair against her crotch and into the toilet bowl. She held the poor girl there for a minute before finally relaxing and allowing Nova to slouch back, gasping.

We had been in the room for almost fifteen minutes at this point - I realized it was a small miracle no one else had come in. Adrana seemed to realize this too, because she hopped up and hurriedly shut the toilet lid without even glancing inside. "Let's get out of here," she said quietly.

 

When we got back to the apartment, we nearly collapsed onto the couch in the living room together. Nova was laughing; Adrana wasn't. Her eyes were huge.

"That was amazing," Nova gasped after a while. "Hey Reno, that's why she keeps me around, you know. She knows I can make her do things that are actually fun."

But Adrana didn't seem to agree. "That was WAY too far, Nova," she said. "You know they're going to find what we did?"

"So what?" Nova shot back. "They'll find it, but they're not going to think it was us. If they had cameras, they would have stopped us while we were doing it, they're not going to track us down later." She snorted. "Honestly, they're asking for it anyway, with those toilets just sitting out like that. I bet that happens every other week." She shrugged off her jacket and tossed it aside, seeming to relish being in the nude once more. Without missing a beat, she began playing with herself absentmindedly. I realized she was the one person who didn't get off during our little escapade.

"Still," Adrana said. "We can't do anything like that again. It was fun but it was way too scary. Okay?"

Nova stopped the motion of her hand at her clit for a moment and looked at her. "Really?"

Adrana stared back with a very serious expression.

"Fine," Nova sighed. "Fine, no more vandalizing museums. I promise."

"Thank you," Adrana said.

"Now eat me out, bitch."

The blue-haired girl threw an aside glance my way. "Now you understand what I have to deal with," she said, before flipping herself onto her stomach and moving her head between Nova's thick thighs. "Mm, okay." She closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue gingerly, tracing a line against the pussy in front of her.

I shared a slight smile with Nova and settled in across from them to watch. It looked like it was going to be a gentle lovemaking session for once. I settled in for a comfortable, warm, safe, and happy night...

Edited August 2, 2023 by gyrate

[wetwulf 3,324]

This series is both creative and erotic. I'm so glad you're continuing it. Thanks for another great chapter.

[Lutab 1,052]

Love the series!

[gyrate 261]

Includes male and female watersports, alcohol and drug use, drunk sex, public sex, and analingus. The protagonist is a man.

 

The Future I Saw, Part 5

“Drink! Drink! Drink!” Nova was shouting at Adrana, who, happy to oblige, began chugging her sixth golden pint of beer. She was sprawled out across the futon like a ragdoll, supporting her weight sideways on one thin arm, other hand gripping the glass, her ass half-slid off the cushion, legs spread clumsily open. Nova and I were drunk, but Adrana was completely shitfaced. Her luminous blue hair, which she had begun growing out on one side, was messy and tangled, and her similarly shining eyes were locked daringly on Nova’s emerald ones, holding an electric stare between them as she pitched her head up to drink. This was all punctuated by low, thudding, ethereal music I was too inebriated to focus on.

A month had passed since the museum incident, and it was the city’s Transcendance Day - the anniversary of the day Skyune had fractured across dimensions to officially become a hypercity. Like the holidays of our time, this turned out to mostly just be a excuse for everyone to party as hard as they could.

In preparation for this event, Adrana had taught me that alcohol wasn’t the public’s primary choice of poison these days, but in my honor the girls had decided to buy as much booze as possible and get good old-fashioned drunk with me. It wasn’t the only thing in Adrana’s system right now, though - Nova had brought some “Winker” tabs to the apartment too. As legal as the beer we were drinking, they weren’t anything that would completely send you on a trip, but they were still a mild, buzzy hallucinogenic which caused you to see some very pretty colors, something which Adrana said made the world look a little like a kaleidoscope. I had declined to take any and stuck with the beer (which was sweeter than the stuff I typically drank back home).

Nova and Adrana had both taken a couple tabs, and their stare into each other’s eyes as Adrana chugged was fraught with a scattered, bright energy. Adrana stopped drinking long enough to belch and shift slightly, and shifted her ass a bit on the seat, which drew my attention to her open crotch. “I’m going to…” Then a stream began rushing out of her cunt. It wasn’t even a trickle at first - she obviously felt no hesitation in letting go of everything pent up in her bladder all at once, most of which went off the couch, some pooling around her butt. The urine on the black cushion was a thin dark puddle. She pitched the beer back up, maintaining Nova’s gaze, and continued drinking - slower this time, one golden liquid running down her throat as another sloshed out of her, splashing steaming to the blue-glowing carpet, soaking in and vanishing.

I was jerking myself off, though I couldn’t remember exactly when I had started. I stood from the plush chair and stepped up to Adrana’s pretty body, putting her slightly flushed face below my cock. It wasn’t intentional, but my right leg ended up between her spread legs, and with a soft squish I stepped right into the carpet she was busily wetting, warm damp fibers against the sole of my foot. I was all too aware of the pressure of her urine hitting against my ankle like a miniature hose. She finished her drink and tossed the glass aside (thunk-thunk into the carpet), then flopped back into a reclined position to hold my gaze instead, raising her eyebrows in a somewhat surprised, bemused expression. I realized I might be overstepping our boundaries as friends, but she didn’t seem to mind.

The fact she didn’t care, and the tapering thrum of her wastewater moving down my ankle to my foot, brought me over the edge. My hand sped to a blur and then stopped as my cock twitched - held for a second - then shot a string of cum into the air, which fell and landed anticlimactically on her thin white belly. The next few spurts made it an even shorter distance, dotting her groin and the soaked black cushion in front of her recently-relieved cunt with shiny ropes of semen.

Nova drunkenly laughed from her seat on the futon next to us. “Gross, Reno, you dumbfuck, really? The one night this bitch would have let you fuck her, and you bust a nut on her instead?”

I tried to think of something to say to that, but Adrana turned her head swayingly in Nova’s direction first. “God, shuttup,” she slurred, then lurched her head to me again. “Hey… don’t worry about it. I wouldn’t fuck you while you were - uhp - drunk anyway.” She burped. “You’re pretty, though,” she said with a giggle, “so maybe someday.”

“Whatever you want,” I said. “Hey, while I’m up here, though, can I go to the bathroom on you?”

Adrana giggled again. “It’s so cute you still call it that,” she said. “Sure, caveman, go on me. I’m your - uhp - toilet.”

I needed to pee worse than I thought - the beer I’d had an hour ago had made it through me without my realizing. “Shit,” I said as it started to come out, because just like Adrana’s, there was no prelude to the storm. A thick, heavy spatter the same shade as our drinks splashed out in a spray against her body, knocking aside the remainder of the cum on her belly. She laughed and scrunched up a bit, her abs flexing with the effort. “That tickles!”

“Maybe if I move it up here?” I said flirtatiously, then angled my dick up so my stream was hitting her in the chest instead of the stomach. To my surprise, she craned her neck down and opened her mouth, and a hollow splashing rang out as she collected a mouthful of my recycled beer - then spat it back out onto her tits with a soft bluhp noise. With urine and spittle running down her chin and body, looking at me with those bright, dilated eyes, she looked so beautiful and dirty all at once.

Nova must have been as amazed as I was, because I saw her raise her hand to take a video. “Hey, stop that!” I admonished her, and swung my hips in her direction, sending a whip of urine her way to hit her right in her fairy-pink face. She spluttered and spit and swore, but the hand went down. Adrana looked over slowly, but clearly had missed what Nova had just tried to do. My bladder emptied the rest of its contents on the carpet as Nova scooched back, glaring. Then I lost my balance and nearly fell over. I decided to play it safe and lay down on the floor.

The next thing I was aware of, probably just a few seconds later, was Nova’s glowing-white labia and vaginal hole hovering directly over my chin. Facing me, she pressed down hard, and my mouth was suddenly full of the salty taste of her cunt, thick legs on either side. Before I could react, my head rocked as she adjusted her weight upwards, angling herself in what felt like a dangerous balancing act, but at least I could breathe again. The air was thick with her scent. “You want to play that game, huh?” I heard her say, and then with no warning my forehead was hit with a warm blast of liquid. I screwed my eyes shut as a bucket's worth of piss flooded over them, streaks of it going into my hair, making an even bigger mess of the carpet around me than Adrana had. Unlike the carpet, my face wouldn't dry as easily. I gripped her ass around my face with my hands and extended my tongue, and with a thrill and skip of my heart felt it make contact with the soft, sensitive wrinkles of her anus. It twitched as she moved herself forward to allow me easier access, and I drunkenly slathered her hole with kisses and worship until I heard her moan. The urine tapered off, and she moved herself back down until I was eating her pussy out, her last few drops going straight into my mouth.

After a few exhausting minutes, she lifted her crotch up from my face once more and hovered over me while she masturbated to completion. I was pretty much in a haze by this point, but I faded in and out to the pretty sight of her fingers flicking rapidly across her clit, and the sensation of her pussy fluids dripping down onto my nose and cheek. I groaned with tired arousal. Eventually she let out a moan, too, as she started to come, sitting back down as she did so - I held my breath, suffocated by pussy - until she finally slid off with a heavy, floor-rattling thud to the floor next to me. I gasped, clawing the air back into my lungs.

Another few minutes passed as my heartrate settled. Then: "Aw, you're all covered with Nova piss, and Nova cunt…" Adrana was bent over me, her face a couple feet up from mine, dilated eyes watching me carefully. "...hey, you know, I can clean you… if you want…"

I was sticky and soiled, so I mumbled, "Uh, sure," not sure what she was getting at. She nodded nervously and didn’t move for a few seconds. Then, to my surprise (and quiet, intoxicated excitement), she put one foot on each side of my head, and I was looking up into my second pussy of the night. Unlike the alien colors of Nova's cunt, hers was a natural pink-on-ivory, little brown asshole right next door. Facing the opposite direction that Nova had been, so her slit and ass were deliberately away from my mouth, she carefully, slowly lowered herself down; my vision went black as her thighs wrapped around me in a gentle hug-like posture. I could feel the burning heat of her cunt like a third eye on my forehead, but where her inner thighs held firm contact with me, I could also feel the clammy coating of Nova's waste pinprick-prickle and disappear. She was cleaning me with her skin like she had done the first night we met - only this time, by sitting on me.

She must have reached her hand behind her, because her fingers ran through my hair down to the scalp in a pleasant, gentle massage, brushing through the droplets of pee until they were gone. Her other hand wiped down my nose and cheeks where Nova had dripped on me. It was such a zen, pleasant experience. I don't think I can put into words how relaxed I was in that moment. I felt unmoored from the reality of the apartment, like I was drifting dizzily through space, blindfolded by this girl's very body. Blackness.

The girl in question gave a breathy, satisfied exhale, and I could tell she was feeling much the same as I was. Especially because I felt a new wet patch spreading from her pussy, tickling my forehead - which I thought was more of her own arousal at first, then realized it was more of the beer she had drank earlier, passed straight from her stomach into her bladder and into my hair again. But she didn't say anything to break the spell; her fingers kept working their magic, her thighs kept their cloister around me, and soon, she had cleaned me up once more.

When she finally dismounted, leaving just a small patch of wetness from her cunt above my eyes, I became aware of Nova snoring on the floor next to me. We had planned to go out and see the local revelry after our pregaming here, but it didn't seem like that was in the cards anymore. Nova had pushed things to escalate with the alcohol too fast, too soon. Oh well. It had been a pretty good night.

I passed out to the music and the soft, hazy sounds of Adrana moaning and touching herself on the futon above me.

 

The next morning came eventually, bringing with it a much less severe hangover than I had feared. I had made my way to the guest bed at some point, and Nova was there beside me, facedown in the pillow with a self-cleaning puddle of drool around her lips, bless her. We were both under the sheets, which was nice of us to have managed to do.

I waited about twenty minutes before she stirred too. She opened one eye at me and mumbled, "mornin, t'me travlrr," before putting her face back down in the pillow and raising her rear end up in a posture I knew meant she was about to let loose in the bed. I listened as she did so right next to me, the splashing against the mattress muted by the comforter, a damp heat reaching my legs. Then the mound of her ass eased back down and, after a minute, she started snoring.

I yawned and waited for my erection to die down, then stood from the bed and went to the bathroom on the floor. In the kitchen, I found Adrana at the tail end of cooking breakfast. “Hey!” I said. “How are you feeling?”

“Morning,” she said with a wince over a trio of omelets. “Oh, you know, rough.”

“Sorry,” I said. “I thought maybe the beer had been like, genetically modified to make hangovers less a thing, but I guess not.”

“Not sure if that’s possible…” she said. “but yeah. I drank too much last night. I haven’t had more than a single can of beer at once for years. As usual, blame Nova.”

“You haven’t got a lot of body to absorb alcohol with in the first place,” I said. She nodded and rubbed her temples.

We ate without conversation. As Adrana finished up and I grabbed her dishes to put in the washer, though, she spoke up, still seated at the table. “Um, also, sorry if I came off strong last night.”

I shook my head and smiled. “Nah, it’s alright, I had fun.”

“I had fun too, but I don’t want to lead you on, is all.” She paused, weighing her words carefully. “I guess having you living here means I’ve gotten a bit attached. But I understand you’re not from here and you’ll want to go back home someday. So I’d prefer to keep things casual.”

I plodded back and sat back down across from her to give her my full attention. “Totally get it,” I said truthfully. “I really like you. But I’m not going to expect anything more than everything you’re already doing for me, which is tons, you know. Uh, if me living here is a problem, maybe I can live with Nova?”

She chewed her lip and looked to the side, then met my gaze again, one eye hidden by unbrushed hair. “Thank you,” she said. “But no, I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.”

We laughed, and the awkward atmosphere eased to normal again. We made small talk for a bit, and I eventually transitioned to fiddling with my tablet. Oh right, I should mention that was something else Adrana had done for me: Get me the tablet. It was old-fashioned for her time, but still futuristic in my eyes, made of a glass that could fold and bend. It wasn’t a phone, but it could connect to the internet, so I had spent a lot of time the past couple weeks browsing an overwhelming wealth of knowledge about the world. Much to the chagrin of many people, I didn’t take any notes, so I’ve forgotten most of what I saw by now. Oops.

At some point, Nova emerged from the guest bed to scarf her omelet, share a friendly enough conversation with Adrana, and head out for university. She was enrolled in an engineering-related course I didn’t fully understand, which was surprising given her crazy-party-girl demeanor, but I guess you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.

Adrana eventually put herself back together enough to go to work. Before she left, though, she stopped by where I was sitting on the futon, padding up to me in her bare feet. “Hey Reno!”

I looked up. She was, as always, very pretty; I couldn’t help but give her slender waist, her small breasts, her nipples, her elegant shoulders a once-over. “What’s up?”

“I forgot to mention yesterday, but would you be down to travel outside Skyune? My cousin, Feli, lives out in the country and I’m planning to visit her this weekend. Well, to be specific, she lives out in a little town in what is basically the ass-end of the woods. Culturally it’d be a lot more like what you’re used to, I think. Everyone in the same dimension. We’d probably want to wear clothes. You up for it?”

“Clothes, huh?” I said, grinning. “That’s a tough sell. Sure though.”

She laughed. “You’re a local now,” she said. “Great, though! Let’s do it. I’m heading out for work. Don’t break anything while I’m out.”

The weekend arrived. For this version of the story, I’ll skip the part about using interdimensional public transit for the first time. In short, it wasn't sexy and left me with an odd ringing in my ears, plus a vague dizziness, when we merged with the rest of reality to exit the hypercity. A self-driving green rental car took us out of Skyune. The vehicle was a bit oddly proportioned and featurelessly smooth compared to the cars I was used to, but it still had the familiar four wheels and internal layout. It was comfy, too.

For the first time since I’d known her, Adrana was wearing clothes - specifically, an off-white shortsleeve shirt, light blue pants which were pretty much just khakis, and some elegant-looking white sandals. I had on black shorts and a thin, zippered, striped overshirt over a plain grey tee. I thought the overshirt was the weirdest part of either of our outfits, but I didn’t say anything.

“Okay, so, expectations,” Adrana said as the car merged itself onto a crowded highway. “Things are going to be a little less open than they are in Skyune. Still way more open than where you’re from. But one dimension means everyone has to share the same physical space, and that means no sex most places in public. You’ll probably still see some nudity, maybe someone emptying out if you go the wrong way in a self-cleaning building, not more than that. And my cousin is… old-fashioned.”

“What do you mean by that?” I asked. “Like her place… isn't self-cleaning?"

"Well, it wasn't the last time I was there, so don't leave her any surprises on the floor. She'll have a proper bathroom. But no, I mean, she's skittish, is all. I always have to remember to keep my clothes on around her, not mention sex, you know. Things like that."

"Sounds like a normal family dynamic to me," I said, raising my eyebrows.

"Well, you'll get on well with each other, then. But all I'm saying is not to think of her like the rest of the folks you've met here. She's definitely closer to how you were when you first arrived."

"Sounds like she's less open-minded than I was, though," I said.

"Much less," she agreed. "Hm, speaking of open-minded, the station AI said this car was self-cleaning, right? I need to pee bad." She swished up some saliva in her mouth, leaned over, and spat it on her seat. And waited. And… waited. The dark spot lightened slightly, but it didn't fully go away. "Well, fuck," she swore. "My seat doesn't work. Does yours?"

I tested mine with some spit and found similar results. Then we tested the floor - no luck. "Looks like we'll have to hold it," I said with a shrug. "Unless you want to take a leak in that bottle you brought."

"Speaking as someone with a vagina, I don't really want to try and aim into a bottle," Adrana said. "Also, that's my tea, man. Hm. Well, luckily, I know a secret technique." She reached up the back of her shirt, sticking her tongue out with the effort, unhooked her bra, and pulled it out - beige and simple. "These clothes are self-cleaning, and the padding on a bra is thick enough to not soak through and cause any drips, as long as you go a little at a time."

"What, like, pee a little, stop, wait for it to clean itself, go a little, stop, wait, over and over?" I said. She nodded as she unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down. Her white underwear, too, so her bare ass plopped down on the seat, pants around her knees. I caught a glimpse of her hot little slit. "Wouldn't that take forever?"

She shrugged. "Better than having to hold it. Or having the car smell like piss for hours." She lifted herself up again and slid the bra under her butt, bracing herself in that position. "Alright… let's see…" She bit her lip and raised her eyebrows and she looked at her bare crotch. A few drops of pee dotted the inner cup of the bra, then she let loose a small squirt. The light fabric stained yellow from the sprinkle, and she waited, still braced up against the back of her seat. My cock stiffened and pressed itself against the beltline of my pants, watching her hover like that, hand between her legs, holding the bra she was carefully wetting like an animal.

About ten seconds later, the yellow patch was gone, and she nodded to herself before letting go of another sprinkle. She repeated this process a handful of times before she admitted, "Alright, this sucks, you were right. It's like I'm edging myself in the worst way possible. Ugh. I want to let go so bad. And I'm getting tired of propping myself up."

I laughed. "That was fast." I tried to ignore the precum undoubtedly staining through my underwear right then. Fuck, she was hot.

With a defeated huff, she moved her bra aside and slid back down, staring out the windshield in front of her at the traffic ahead. "Maybe I'll have to go in my tea after all."

"Hold on," I said. "I like your technique, I think it has potential. What if we scrunched up all our clothes into one big ball? You could definitely let loose into that better than just your bra."

"Hm. You sure you don't just already miss me being naked?" She laughed.

"Of course," I said, "but that'd work, yeah?" I unbuckled my seatbelt and took off my overshirt. "C'mon, do it."

Adrana rolled her eyes. "Fiiiine," she said, and kicked off her pants the rest of the way. "Gimme your pants and undies too. And don't think I don't see how much of a stiffie you've got."

Soon, we were both naked, all our clothes collected together into a ball, which Adrana held up and examined carefully. Her undies dropped out of the load onto her bare legs; she grabbed them and stuffed them back in. Then she lifted herself up once more and crammed the whole wad between her legs, holding it in place with her thighs. I felt a string of precum dampen my leg.

"Okay, here goes," she said, and… an expression of relief crossed her face. It was hard to resist the urge to start jerking off then and there. "Ohhkay, that's better. Mmmm." She adjusted the clothes as she went, occasionally turning them between her legs to thoroughly soak them through. I stared, imagining sticking my dick into the center of all our piss-stained clothes as she held them against me. Would she do that for me if I asked? Maybe. I swallowed.

From my position I saw a small shower of drops suddenly stain her seat. "Oh, uh, you're dripping," I said. She made a small noise of surprise and stopped peeing, closing her legs and holding the mass of dirty fabric against her tits instead, where dots of urine streaked her belly with small splashes of faint, mostly clear yellow.

"Thanks for the heads up," she said. She sat there, waiting for the clothes to dry, eventually glancing over at my cock. “You’re dripping too, you know.”

“Shit,” I said, looking down. Sure enough, my balls were dripping with the runoff from my tip, and as I lifted up, I saw a dark splotch below me. I smiled sheepishly and wiped at the spot ineffectively. “Sorry. You turn me on so much,” I admitted. “It must be weird for you.”

“No way you’re gonna get it with your caveman hand,” Adrana said, and reached her delicate fingers over the seat divide to rub at the dark spot of my precum. She was a hair’s breadth away from my scrotum. She must have felt the heat from my balls, because she stopped suddenly, fingers pressed against the patch of precum. She wasn’t looking at my face, but intensely focused on the seat in front of her.

Then she shifted slightly and let her fingertips brush against me, against my dampened scrotum. I flinched slightly but held myself there, not breathing. More precum ran down onto her index fingernail. We both watched the slickness drip down and onto her skin.

“Shit,” she muttered. Then she looked up, leaned over, and kissed me. My eyes widened in surprise as she did so, but I reciprocated earnestly; her lips worked against mine. I opened my mouth - her tongue flicked inside me and met my own. Her delicate hand stroked my balls on the seat, then moved up to hold my shaft, which was fully upright, absolutely streaming at her touch.

After a few minutes of passionately making out, Adrana broke away from me and leaned down to take my cock in her mouth instead, swallowing it halfway, bobbing her head up and down to fully cover me with spit and precum. I moaned gently and reached over her to touch her pussy, which I noticed was leaving its own small patch of feminine cum on the seat below it. I spread her wet labia with two fingers, feeling her in a way I’d never done before, then transitioned to running my finger up and down against her clit gently, firmly. My cock spasmed and throbbed in her mouth as she moaned on it, punctuated by obscene slurping sounds.

Eventually she rose back up, gasping, strands of spit and fluid stuck against her chin messily. I kissed her as she rose from her seat and clambered over the divide between us. I was sure the cars around us could see what we were doing, but I was in no state to care. Straddling me, Adrana broke our kiss again to look around a control panel I hadn’t noticed on the door below the handle, and pressed a few buttons. My seat bzzzz’d and reclined while also shifting back, and the fabric I was sitting on suddenly grew softer until it was less the rough texture of a car seat and more like the cushion of a bed. The same went for my headrest: I felt it turn into a pillow against my hair. Bless the technology of the future!

Now, mounted and hovering above me, her flush red pussy dripping onto my turgid meat from mere inches away, strands of blue, shimmering hair hanging down into my face, Adrana asked, “So, uh, you want to have sex, right?”

“Yes,” I said. “Is that okay with you? Not getting attached and all? It feels like we’re getting attached.”

“I don’t care right now,” Adrana said. “I want you.”

I nodded and let out a shuddering, horny breath, moving my hands up to hold her sides. As I did so, Adrana gave a breathy groan in return and a quiet “god, yes.” But instead of putting me inside her immediately, she rose further away, and a look of concentration took over her face as she looked down at her crotch, almost like she was aiming it. Was she…?

Yes, she was. An uncertain sprinkle of piss came out of her, wetting against my belly and cock. Then a pause. Then she began marking me with her full stream, like water from a faucet. She groaned and bit her lip in horny relief. If she had been worried about dirtying the car earlier, she wasn't now, as her waste ran off my sides and landed right on the seat, soaking deeply into the soft fabric where I knew we weren't going to be able to get it out.

She finished quickly since her bladder was half-empty from before, then swayed her hips down again to meet my groin. Immediately my throbbing, rigid cock penetrated her wet snatch, no resistance there whatsoever. "Oh, fuck," she said as she began humping me, creating a rhythm of damp slaps. The car bumped up and down in an extremely obvious way, especially considering we were stopped in traffic at the moment. No one could mistake what was happening in here.

Adrana leaned down and kissed me again as I started thrusting upwards into her, taking over the motion for myself. Our tongues danced around each other. Her hand splayed out against my chest, fingers sweeping across the wet streaks left behind by her recent deed. The car smelled like her toilet.

After a couple minutes, Adrana broke away, slowing her pace but still riding me. She glanced out the window and laughed. "Looks like we have an audience. You want to see?"

Curious, I grunted "yeah," and she brought my seatback up. I looked out the window to my right and saw a car idling next to us. It had an extremely embarrassed couple in the front seat - an older man in a suit driving the car, next to an elegant woman in the passenger seat. The man snuck a guilty glance back at us while the woman pointedly looked away. In the backseat, a younger, more casually dressed girl, maybe nineteen years old with long blonde hair, was blatantly staring at us with wide eyes and a smile on her face. We made eye contact, and she stealthily stole a glance back at the man in the front seat before slowly lifting her t-shirt with one hand, showing us her titties, covered though they were in a red bra. Adrana and I laughed and she gave me an especially earnest couple of humps, making sure the car really bounced on that one. The stimulation of her tight, wet pussy around my cock was too much, and I almost came, but I held myself back in time to say "fuck, I'm close."

"Cum on my face," Adrana said, “so she can see it." She focused all her attention on me, holding her upper body still while shaking her ass up and down, picking up the pace again to milk me clean. Meanwhile, her hands came to a firm rest on my shoulders, thumbs near my throat. “Cum on me!”

“Fuck, I’m -” I grunted. Immediately, she slipped off me with the next hump, slipping down to kneel on the floor as she laid her head down sideways on my belly, below my slick, shiny cock. Ecstasy gathered in my groin and peaked with a throb, and I let out spurt after spurt of semen, coating her chin and mouth with strings of white. Panting, her lips parted slightly, and a strand of cum stretched the gap before breaking and falling almost into her mouth.

“Mm,” she said, her face a painting, her cheeks flush with a pink tinge. Before the cum could dissolve, she popped back up, belly now against my balls, to smile out the window, proudly displaying her facial to the family next door. The blonde girl blushed bright red and covered her horny grin with a splayed out hand, and the driver’s mouth fell open.

That’s when I put a hand against the back of Adrana’s head and pushed her face against the window - firm, but gentle enough she could pull away if she wanted. She let me do it, and the blonde girl’s eyes widened even further as Adrana’s face smeared my cum messily against the window. Then I pulled her back slightly so her skin wouldn’t dissolve it, and with my other hand, began fingering her from behind. She moaned.

The traffic started to move again, and the family sadly scooted out of sight (the girl turning in her seat to watch). “Oh, fuck,” Adrana said as I moved my second hand down to provide some attention to her clit, now that we were alone again. “I should have done this with you sooner. Ugh-”

It didn’t take long for her to cum. She swore and hunched her back as she did so, palm dragging down against the window, leaving a handprint on the glass next to the smeared semen. Then her breathing calmed again and she seemed to come back to her senses, wrinkling her nose, studying the stains all over the passenger side. “Shit,” she muttered. “We can’t let my sister see this.”

I laughed as she extricated herself from between my legs to clamber back over to her side. I got a brief close-up glimpse of her asshole as she did so. “Don’t want to show her the extent of our degeneracy, huh?

“Hush,” she said. “Roll down the window to help with the smell.” I did. We had more-or-less broken free of the traffic jam now, so the airflow did help. Still, Adrana was growing more bashful again, a slight blush on her face as she played with her fingers, falling quiet. It reminded me of how she was after the street incident outside the museum. She really didn’t like having evidence of her own bodily functions around.

I decided to speak up. “You alright?”

She grimaced. “A little embarrassed about everything.”

“The sex too?”

“Yeah,” she admitted. “The sex too. Like, we had just talked about keeping things casual."

I gave it a few seconds, but when she didn’t add anything else, I said, “I think we can still keep it casual. Unless the sex changes how you see me. Did it change anything? I don’t think it did for me.”

She ran a hand through her glowing-blue hair, flattening it down a bit after the earlier rowdiness. It had grown down to her neck, now. “No… You’re probably right. It was fun, but I don’t think I’m in love with you now or anything.”

“Ouch,” I joked. “Well, same here. Look, we don’t have to do it again, but all that happened was that we were horny and we took care of it, same as always. This time, we just did it with your pussy around my cock. Really, if you think of it like that, it’s not even different than the usual jacking off.”

“Ha,” she said. “Okay, I guess if you were just jacking yourself off with my pussy, there’s nothing wrong with that. Let’s go with that.” She glanced back down at my seat, which was still dark and wet with her piss. “But ugh, I shouldn’t have gone pee in the car. I’m so sorry you have to sit in it. Actually, let’s just switch seats.”

“Oh, here, let me share the blame for that too.” Before she could react, I took hold of my flaccid cock, angled it to my left, and let loose of my bladder. Pee landed on my hip, then the edge of my seat, the console between us, splashing down on her seat before she was able to do anything.

She gave a tiny, indignant scream and blocked the fabric, as best she could, with her bare hands. “Reno, you fucking ass!” But then she was giggling, my piss running through the cracks in her fingers. “Goooood, you’re worse than Nova,” she said, leaving her hands there to do what they could, but otherwise giving up on stopping me. “I can’t believe we have to show up to my sister’s like this. Not to mention returning the car…”

We sat in each others’ piss for the rest of the drive out to the country.

[wetwulf 3,324]

I love this series so much. As with some of your other stories, it gives you an opportunity to be uniquely creative with the fetish. I look forward to the next Chapter.

[Burnzie 149]

Love this! Sparked an entire conversation with some friends as well! 

[Lutab 1,052]

So hot!! Keep writing these they are great! 🙂

[Lutab 1,052]

I look forward to hearing about their visit to her sister’s place and I hope next time he cums inside Adrana 😉

[Alfresco 11,630]

Fantastic series and another great instalment.   Thanks @gyrate.   The futuristic setting gives so much opportunity for you to extend the scope into new realms and you have done in brilliantly.  

[gyrate 261]

Thanks for the kind words everyone! Very motivational to keep going :)

[gyrate 261]

Includes male and female watersports, private acts in front of a cousin, spitting, and female-on-male domination. The protagonist is a man.

 

The Future I Saw, Part 6

The multilane highway gradually dwindled to a single thoroughfare cutting through a forest, and beneath a violet-red sunset, our self-driving car finally arrived in the town of Cedar Stills at 7:20 in the evening. Despite the trashed state of the vehicle, Adrana didn’t want to defile it any more than we already had, and insisted we hold our bladders until after we arrived. We had both realized we needed to go pretty bad at around 6:45, but there weren’t any rest stops before our destination, so by 7:20 you can imagine we were both desperate.

We couldn’t relieve ourselves in the underground parking structure we pulled into, either. It wasn’t dirty - in fact, it was way cleaner than the structures I was used to back home - but it wasn’t exactly as spotless as anything in Skyune, either, and Adrana pointed out that it wasn’t self-cleaning. As usual, she didn’t want to make a mess for others to find. She pressed her clothing-clad thighs together uneasily for a moment after she said that, clearly feeling the urge to do so anyway, but added there would be a bathroom in the restaurant we were meeting her cousin at. I reluctantly agreed to hold it alongside her and we hiked up some stairs to street level.

Cedar Stills was nice, and very different from the gleaming tangle of glass and steel I had grown used to. It was mostly contained to ground level, with only a few skybridges between some of the taller buildings. The buildings were more in line with what I would expect from a 21st-century midsize town: simple brick, wood, and concrete, along with some organically-shaded material I didn’t recognize. And, oddly, it felt much more crowded than Skyune. There were many more vehicles puttering along the roads, which were light in color and etched with hexagon paneling. There were also many more people here as well, moving all around us in a steady flow as we made our way to the restaurant. Aside from the forest we had passed through on the way in, it didn't match my expectations for what Adrana had described as a town in the "ass-end of the woods."

When I pointed this out to her, she explained patiently, “You have to keep in mind that population-wise, it’s still like less than one percent of everyone who lives in Skyune. But Skyune is a hypercity and this place isn’t, so everyone has to share the same dimension here, remember? Plus we’re right in the middle of downtown. It makes sense there’s some traffic.”

Soon we arrived at the restaurant, the Grace Bistro. Feeling the uncomfortable tingle of my overfull bladder, I glanced at Adrana to check how she was doing. Not well - I could tell by her mouth, which was set firmly in a thin line, that she was about to burst too. She caught my glance and raised an eyebrow in unhappy commiseration. “Only a few more minutes. Look, there’s Feli. Remember, old-fashioned.”

Adrana’s cousin was indeed standing outside the restaurant, waiting for us. She was wearing black overalls with a pink shirt underneath, along with a thin black beanie atop midlength blonde hair. She also had on some strikingly cherry-red lipstick. She looked more “twee college student” than “anti-nudity conservative.” Another surprise I wasn’t expecting. That said, it was a good look for her.

When she spotted us coming towards her, her mouth turned up in a small smile, eyes wrinkling, and she gave us a wave before shuffling over. “You guys! Thanks so much for coming!”

“Of course!” Adrana said, returning the hug Feli offered. “Ah. Don’t squeeze me. This is my friend Reno! Reno, Feli.”

I smiled too and raised my fingers in a wave. “Hey. Nice to meet you.” Feli didn’t know I was a time traveler, mostly because Adrana didn’t think she’d believe it. During the drive, after we fucked, we had come up with some details for a more digestible cover story - where I worked in Skyune, how Adrana and I met through a mutual friend, that sort of thing.

“I’d love to chat out here,” Adrana said, “but do you mind if we go grab our table? I need to - I need a bathroom, personally.”

A touch of discomfort flickered through Feli’s face, but only for a moment. “Oh sure,” she said, smiling again. “But let me say first, it’s nice to meet you too, Reno!”

We made our way inside the Bistro. It was cozy inside, with a real fireplace at one end, candles on the tables, and booth seating lining the walls. We sat at one of these booths, making small talk about the drive over as we got settled in (leaving the sex out, of course). Adrana’s blue hair and eyes glowed softly with their own light in the dimness. Many of the other tables were occupied tonight too, and a comfortable cushion of voices filled the room.

Before the waiter took our drink orders, Adrana asked him, “Excuse me, where’s the bathroom?” A tinge of desperation strained her voice.

The waiter gave a small, apologetic bow of his head. “Ah, the restrooms are out of order at the moment. My apologies.”

“They’re what?” Adrana said, her eyes widening. She shifted her legs. She was sitting across from me, next to Feli, who was back to looking uncomfortable again, aggressively browsing her menu with a slight frown. I guessed she didn’t like to be reminded about her cousin’s usual lifestyle.

“I do apologize,” the waiter said again. “But we have recently renovated the floor and seats to be fully self-cleaning. If you look here, you’ll see your booth is equipped with a curtain you can draw for privacy.” He reached up and touched what I had assumed to be a decorative curtain of elegantly patterned cloth. “I hope this is acceptable.”

Adrana looked over at Feli, whose dolled-up face was darkening. Then she addressed the waiter again. “Uh, is there anywhere nearby you know of with a working bathroom?”

He shook his head. “I’m afraid not. Nowhere that’s open through the evening. The nearest public restroom is a little over a kilometer away. You can use another booth here, if -”

“It’s alright,” Feli snapped, without looking up from her menu. “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”

“Uh,” Adrana said. “Yeah, thank you, it’s okay. Um, for drinks, just some water to start off.” She shifted in her seat uncomfortably again and subtly hunched over, biting her lip. I was feeling it too, but I didn’t want to say anything. The vibes were bad enough already.

After the waiter hurried off with our drink orders, Adrana said quietly to Feli, “I can hold it.”

“I’m sorry,” Feli huffed. “I just... I thought this place was still civilized. I guess not. More and more places in Cedar are doing the same thing. I should have expected.” She looked over at me with a more genuinely apologetic look and leaned forward. “This is an embarrassing first impression I’m making. I’m sure Adrana told you I was ‘old-fashioned,’ as she puts it.”

“Hey, no worries,” I said nervously. I felt like I was suddenly walking through a minefield. “I’m not from Skyune originally, so, you know. I get how it can be a shock.”

At this point, Adrana heroically changed the subject. Aside from the fact Feli was holding our bladders hostage with her hangups, she seemed nice. Not as straightforward or earnest as Adrana, but very good at polite conversation - happy to ask questions about me and tell stories about herself in equal measure.

I tried not to touch my drinks as much as possible, but it was clear Adrana wasn’t thinking about the same consequences I was. Presumably because she never needed to, in her daily life. She ordered some kind of margarita and, caught up in trading work stories with Feli, finished it within fifteen minutes. Soon we were all laughing happily over our meals, the awkwardness from before forgotten. The only sign of Adrana’s desperation was the way she kept crossing and uncrossing her legs.

Half an hour later, a group of diners across the room - three women with five empty beer glasses between them - drew their own privacy curtain with a metallic scraping noise that echoed over to our booth. I was in the midst of telling a story about how I broke my arm mountain biking a few years back, but at the sound of the curtain, Feli’s attention immediately shifted. I couldn’t help it, and I glanced over, too, just in time to see a stream of urine spreading out from beneath it. No, two streams. It was a lot. It looked like at least two of the women were relieving themselves at once. It was disappearing, but not as quickly as I was now used to from Skyune, and a waitress deftly stepped around it as she carried a plate of food over to a different booth.

“Ugh,” Feli said, staring in disbelief and pursing her pretty painted lips. “It’s disgusting.”

I realized Adrana was looking over at the table, too, but her expression was one of sheer desperation, watching the evidence of the other women’s relief running freely out across the floor. Her face was flushed, eyebrows arched, and hand cupped tightly around her mostly-empty glass of water (which she had finally thought to stop drinking, and was now just clutching for comfort). I made eye contact with her, and behind Feli’s back, she very quietly raised a finger to her lips and mouthed, I have to.

Then she scooted forward in her seat and closed her eyes for a moment. Her shoulders slumped; her hand loosened around the glass. It looked like a hundred years of stress came off her shoulders all at once. It also looked like it was taking conscious effort not to moan as she pissed herself. Not that I could see directly, but I had been around her long enough to know for sure that’s what she was doing.

Oblivious to what was happening right next to her, Feli made another disgusted noise at the scene across the room before prying her focus back to me. “I’m sorry. You were saying? A trail in a place called... Anaheim?”

“Ahm...” I mumbled. I was getting a hard-on at Adrana wetting, imagining the hot, steamy mess she was making of her underwear, but I tried to remember whatever the hell I had been talking about before. “Yeah, Anaheim. So...”

Feli must have noticed something off, because she cocked her head. Then her nose wrinkled like she smelled something. She looked over at Adrana, who was trying to look as nonchalant as possible, but who couldn’t hide the deep blush creeping across her features. “Are you...” Feli began to ask, and then stood up. “Oh my god.” Her pretty face turned even more red than Adrana’s, almost matching her dainty cherry lipstick, and she tilted her neck to see what was happening below the table. I looked down too and realized there was a lot of pee on the floor below us right then. In fact, it looked like a full thermos of tea, a tall glass of water, and one margarita’s worth of pee. The splashing of it was barely audible over the ambient noise of the restaurant. My shoes made a ripple in it as I moved my feet. I’m sure Feli was tracking some out on her own shoes, too. “I can’t fucking believe this.” Then she pulled the privacy curtain on us, leaving Adrana and I alone in the dark booth with only candlelight to illuminate us.

Still peeing, Adrana covered her mouth with her hand and leaned on her elbow in a very defeated manner. Her blue-glowing irises were cast down at the table. “Shit,” she said. “I messed up. Well, you can go now too if you want. I’m not going to stop now. I’m so embarrassed.”

Getting caught had killed my boner, though my entire groin was still throbbing. I unzipped and pulled my cock out, and from there it didn’t take any convincing for my bladder to release. “I’m going,” I said. “Are you finished?”

“Mostly...” she said. “Still some drips coming out.”

A minute passed without us saying anything as we let it all out, her wetting her pants, me adding to her puddle. When I finally confirmed I was done, she nodded and pulled open the privacy curtain again. “Holy fuck,” she said, looking out at the floor. Our combined, pent-up pool of desperation piss was huge, and some of it had run across the entire floor to the opposite booths. “They need to upgrade the cleaning in this place. Well, Feli must have gone outside to wait for us. I doubt she’s coming back in after that.”

We stood up without finishing our meals and headed out. Adrana’s pants had a large, stained, dark patch around the crotch and down the legs, but it was fading fast. Sure enough, Feli was waiting, facing the street. She had put her beanie back on. The hexagon pattern on the road, which extended in places to the sidewalk, was glowing grey in the twilight, enough so that it illuminated the town quite well. In fact, I realized that there were no streetlamps - all of the light came from those strange hexagons. Given there were less people and traffic around after sunset, Cedar Stills had become quite gloomy and moody. The soft, shadowless quality of the underlighting reminded me of Adrana’s hair.

Feli heard us and turned as we approached. “Hey,” she said in a monotone. “Sorry to leave suddenly. I just couldn’t believe you did that.”

“You didn’t give me much choice,” Adrana said. She sighed and put up her palms. “I didn’t mean to, okay? I had to pee SO bad, and I tried to tell you. Then I drank too much, and... I promise it wasn’t intentional.”

“You could have said something before you wet yourself. Or gone to a different table to do it, like the waiter offered.”

“No I couldn’tve,” Adrana said, “because you would have gotten upset and started arguing with me about my life choices again. As usual. Even though it didn’t have anything to do with that.”

A car went by. The engines of the vehicles here were very, very quiet; it was like watching a ghost drift atop a grey river of lights. Feli glanced at me, then back to meet Adrana’s gaze. “Well,” she said. “I’m sorry.” Still kind of in a monotone, but at least approaching sincerity. “I don’t want to relive old arguments in front of your new guy.”

“He’s not my -” Adrana started to say, then stopped herself. “Yeah, fair enough. Should we just go back to your house?”

“Please.”

We started walking. Feli explained that her place was only a couple kilometers away, and I agreed I didn’t mind going on foot with them. Things were awkward again, and I could tell Feli was deep in thought, or distracted somehow. Adrana and I walked next to each other while she went in front, and she spent a lot of time staring down at the ground silently.

Then, about fifteen minutes later, she suddenly looked back at me and asked, “So you’re not from Skyune originally, you mentioned, Reno?” It sounded nonchalant, but there was a quaver to her voice for some reason.

“No,” I said hesitantly, “I moved there a couple years back, but I came from Orvez originally.” My cover story. Orvez was smaller than Skyune, and not a hypercity - easier to pass off my experiences from Los Angeles as stories from there instead.

“And everything about Skyune’s... lifestyle, was a shock to you too?”

Adrana had tensed up next to me, but she didn’t say anything. So I answered, “Yeah, it was pretty different. It was really strange to see so many people behaving so freely.”

“But you got used to it.”

“I did, yeah,” I said, “after a bit.” I didn’t add that I got used to it because it was basically my wildest fantasies come true.

“Well,” she muttered. “It seems like the whole world is going that way. There’s not any stopping it. Maybe I should just...” She slowed to a stop in front of us; we stopped too behind her.

Adrana reached out and touched her arm gently. “You okay, Feli?”

Feli turned around, her gaze still cast downward. Her mouth was set at an anxious slant, her lipstick forming a crooked red line in the soft grey glow of the sidewalk. “I don’t want to be the one stuck in the past forever,” she said. “I hate always feeling like I’m judging you for the way you live.”

Adrana shook her head, clearly taken aback. “Woah, woah, it’s okay,” she said. “I mean, I appreciate you -”

“I have to go to the bathroom,” Feli cut in. “Will you guys...” She swallowed. “Will you watch me do it?”

Adrana stared at her completely blankly. So I jumped in and said, “We can do that.” Adrana shot a look at me, but then nodded as well, adding, “Are you sure?”

“Okay!” Feli said. “When we get to my place, let’s... let’s do it.” She let out a huge, shaky breath. “I’m sure. I have to stop freaking out about this. Doesn’t mean I have to like it, but I want to at least try being more open.”

After a pregnant pause, Adrana said, “Alright... If you’re sure.” As her cousin turned back and started marching again, she shot a look to me with a quirked eyebrow and shrugged. She looked as lost as I felt.

 

Ten quiet minutes later, we were there. Feli really did have a house. I guess that wasn’t that strange - she seemed to be a bit older than Adrana and I, maybe 29 or 30. Like many of the houses now around us, it was nice and colorful, painted in vivid sky blues and greens, contrasted with dark grey trimmings. As we approached, lights flicked on to illuminate a small backyard, and the door made a clicking unlocking sound as Feli reached for it. Then we were inside. It was just as colorful inside as out, the walls in each room painted different shades, and the lights came on automatically when we entered. They weren’t the warm, natural lights of Adrana’s place, but instead shifted from a grey tone (similar to the light the streets produced) to multilayered emeralds and purples, patches of vibrancy drifting across the walls and furniture like passing clouds. As for the layout of the place, it was nothing unusual - I won’t go into detail for this version of the story.

After we had taken off our shoes to the murmured instructions of Feli, she turned to us, not looking us in the eye and instead casting her gaze aside. She had removed her beanie again and now combed her fingers through her blonde bangs self-consciously, tidying them, pursing her lips. “The bathroom is back here. If you still want to follow...”

And we did. It was weird being in a proper bathroom with a toilet again. It was decently sized, enough to fit the three of us without feeling too cramped. The toilet in question was a wide strip of porcelain inlaid in the middle of the floor with a gaping hole at one end, which was about six or seven inches across. The lights in here were tinted the same shifting hues as the ones in the rest of the house, reflecting glints of vibrancy off the porcelain in front of us. It felt like we were in a very small, very intimate club. Feli’s lipstick looked almost black without any red hues to reflect, except when a grey patch of light crossed her face.

“I’m going to get ready,” Feli said, facing away from us as she undid her black overall straps, the left first, then the right. She caught them behind her back as they trailed down, gathering them in one hand so they wouldn’t touch the floor. I hoped she wouldn’t notice the huge chub making a tent in my pants, but she didn’t seem the type to look down there at a time like this.

“Peeing with those clothes looks super inconvenient,” Adrana observed. “Are they self-cleaning?”

“No way,” Feli said, pausing with her back still turned. “Why on earth would they be? Don’t be gross. Just because I’m doing this doesn’t mean I’m going to start wetting myself like you.”

“Alright, alright!” Adrana said, holding up her hands. “Sorry I asked.”

Feli continued to slowly undress. She peeled off the overalls and carefully began to fold them, standing there with nothing on but underwear and her short-sleeve, both pink. Her undies were bunched up along her crack, accentuating the shape of her ass - which, staring at, I noticed was covered in goosebumps. Must have been from her nerves. It was a good, plump ass, too. Thicker than Adrana’s, not as thick as Nova’s. I pried my eyes away to glance at Adrana. She was the most relaxed of the three of us right now, arms crossed on her chest, expression completely neutral.

Feli set the folded overalls atop a small cabinet. Then she paused. “Okay,” she murmured. “Is this really okay with both of you? I need to take off my underwear now.”

“Duh,” Adrana said. “Wearing clothes in the first place is the weird thing to me, remember? You don’t need to be so scared about taking them off. Reno’s fine with it too, trust me.”

The blonde-haired woman very slowly slipped her fingers around the sides of her undies and, as the greens and purples and greys washed over her, dragged them down her legs. The top of her crack was hidden by the bottom of her shirt, but both her asscheeks were fully exposed now. I stared, hoping for a glimpse of her asshole, but no luck - not with both her legs together.

“Come on,” Adrana said, laughing. “You’re making it weird with how long this is taking. Big striptease vibes. Just pee and get it over with and you’ll feel normal, I promise.”

“I am NOT giving a striptease!” Feli squeaked. “Okay, okay. Fucking Christ. This is so weird. How do you live like this?” She turned around, suddenly giving us a full display of her hairy crotch, which I forced myself to look away from. “I hate this.” She was blushing furiously, almost making me blush too from secondhand embarrassment. But, I wasn’t about to tell her to stop. It was her idea, after all.

Adrana, meanwhile, was smiling. “This is such big progress for you! See, it’s not so bad!”

“It IS fucking so bad,” Feli said, lowering herself down into a shaky squat above the toilet, shielding her pussy from our view with her hand. “Fuck, fuck. I’m doing this for you, I hope you know that!” She raised the hand not covering her privates to rest on her forehead, blocking her eyes from us. You could have taken a picture of her hunched-over, bottomless pose and put it in the dictionary next to the word “shame."

Fifteen seconds passed. Then thirty. Nothing was happening. Feli took her hand away from her eyes and looked desperately up at Adrana. Her cherry lips were trembling. “I can’t go,” she said. “Not with you two watching. You know, I changed my mind -”

“Hey hey hey. We can stop if you want, but maybe I can help.” Adrana said, cutting her off. She took a step towards the toilet. “I have to go again too. I think those drinks are still making their way through me. You mind if I just go?”

Feli’s eyes widened. “What?” She started to raise up to a standing position again, but then froze as Adrana unzipped her fly and smoothly pulled her pants and underwear down. Then the blue-haired girl stood in front of Feli, one foot on each side of the toilet, bare ass in her cousin's face, before squatting there to spread her cunt almost directly over the drain. As soon as she did so, she started peeing, her ass mere inches away from Feli’s bare inner thighs. A thin stream of urine began hollowly impacting against the sides of the hole into the plumbing.

“See?” Adrana said, glancing back as she relaxed her bladder. “Not a big deal. I thought maybe if you saw me do it...”

Feli was bright red - even in the odd lighting, that was obvious. Her eyes were still wide, glaring at the back of Adrana's head. “Oh my god,” she stammered. “I can’t - oh, holy shit, it's working. Get out of the way!” Adrana smiled knowingly and hopped up, moving back to my side, casually rubbing her thighs together to dry the drips on herself.

Feli pissed in front of us, her arc of urine rising through the air where Adrana had just been. “This is so wrong,” she said. “God, I did need to go, though. Holy shit! There’s so much, I’m so sorry. This is so gross -” she kept stammering quieter and quieter apologies, staring at the sheer volume of pee that was coming out of her, swirling down the drain. She had taken her hand away from her crotch now that business was getting done, resting her elbows on her knees, and I could more clearly see her vagina - it was large and mature, covered in unshaven pubic hair, sporting hanging uneven labia, and currently pushing out a river of alcohol-infused urine.

The flow eventually tapered off, but Feli kept squatting there, labia dripping, eyes wide and downcast, elbows still resting on her knees, fists clenched. I could tell her heart was pounding - I'd never seen an adult woman so ashamed of going to the bathroom. "You okay?" I asked.

"I'm not done," she said slowly.

"Oh, sorry," I said. "You want to stop?"

"No," she said, and paused. "Sorry. I mean, I am finished going, uh, number one. But I still need to, uh…" She stopped again. "While I was going, I almost…"

"Oh!" Adrana said, and laughed. "You can do that too, if you need to." She patted her rump with her palm a couple times, causing a slight jiggle. "It's not like Reno hasn't walked in on me shitting a few times. And vice versa."

"You even…" Feli said in disbelief, then shook her head. "No, that's too much for me. Can you leave so I can finish by myself?"

Adriana shrugged. "Sure. You did great anyway." As we started to leave, she paused by the door and added, "Thanks, Feli." I followed behind her, and glanced back one last time at the woman hunched over the toilet. Then the door closed, and we went around the corner into the kitchen.

"What an unexpected turn of events," she whispered as she got dressed again. "You must be horny."

"You could say that," I whispered back, stroking my cock through my shorts, immediately feeling the wet patch.

Adrana stepped in front of me, facing me, looking up. One of her eyes was mostly covered by her asymmetrical bangs, but the one I could see was intense and dilated. She was turned on too. “We’ve probably got a couple minutes while Feli is finishing her business,” she said, putting her hand on my crotch, slowly moving it up and down. “How fast do you think you can cum?”

“Woah,” I said, “You sure, you little daredevil? Are you Nova now or something?”

“Maybe,” she said, roughly and efficiently undoing my shorts, tugging them down far enough that my cock flopped out. She gave it a few thorough strokes from tip to base to spread my drooling precum across the whole thing, then transitioned to a steady, firm rhythm, jerking me off right there in the kitchen. “We’ll hear when the bathroom door opens. You should cum on me if you can, though.”

I groaned and let her play with me. I wasn’t about to say no. “Fuck,” I said, “I don’t know if I can cum like this fast enough. But if you turn around and bend over the counter for me, I definitely will.”

She stopped and bit her lip, breathing harder. Then she nodded and did just that, wordlessly pushing her butt out for me. I tugged down her pants just far enough to reveal her asshole and glistening cunt, and pressed myself into her, pushing her snatch open to accept the tip of my cock. As soon as I slipped into her, she silently put her head down further, pussy banding around me tightly. I humped her against the counter, quickly feeling an orgasm rising to my groin.

As it turned out, we did not hear when the bathroom door opened. Suddenly, Feli walked around the corner, still not wearing any pants, her bush on full display in the dim lighting. As soon as she saw Adrana bent over the counter, me hilted inside her, her mouth made a perfect “o” shape as she froze in her tracks. I froze, too, and Adrana straightened up instantly, putting her palm against my chest and pushing me away slightly.

That push, causing my cock to slide against her vaginal walls one last time, sent me over the edge. I came, instinctively pushing myself back against her ass, forcing her arm to buckle, shoving her against the counter. She emitted a small squeak. The first two spurts of semen soaked deep, deep inside her, then I came to my senses and pulled out again, my cock twitching and throbbing more cum onto her ass, her pants, the floor. Feli watched me creampie her cousin with a blank expression, her mouth open; Adrana pushed me away again forcefully to hurriedly pull her pants up. More semen fell out of her cunt as she did so, splattering down in thick drips to the floor.

“You’re like animals,” Feli finally said breathlessly.

Adrana, ashamed, got on her hands and knees and wiped up my cum with her fingers. Afterwards, apologies were given, and we all agreed to just go to bed and meet again in the morning. Things were back to feeling awkward. I felt much more responsible this time around.

 

Thirty minutes later, right after I quietly got in bed, Feli knocked on the cracked-open guest bedroom door shyly. “Reno, you mind if I come in?”

“Not at all,” I said.

She slipped inside. I noticed she still wasn’t wearing anything below the waist. “Is... having sex like that really something you do whenever you want in Skyune?”

“In the slice where Adrana lives, yeah,” I said. “I’m really sorry about that. We’re both too used to Skyune and we got carried away.”

“You got turned on watching me go to the bathroom, didn’t you? That’s why you had to fuck Adrana?” she asked. I swallowed and didn’t say anything. “That’s... I don’t know what to think about that. You’re so strange.”

“I’m sorry,” I said again. “I know.”

There was a long silence. “But you’re used to people being strange,” she said slowly. “Everyone is just as fucked up as you, where you’re from. People do gross things all the time, even right in front of you, and it doesn’t bother you at all. More than that, you actually like it. It honestly, actually turns you on to see someone like me doing something disgusting?”

“I mean,” I said. I took some offense at her phrasing, but what could I do about it? I deserved this. She must have been angrier than I thought. “Okay, basically, yeah.”

Feli stared at me for a long, long moment. Then she shut the door slowly, and in an odd, stilted tone, said, “Please don’t say anything.” She padded over to the side of the bed where I was laying under the covers and looked down at me. Her hairy bush was right above my eye level, almost to the point where I had to look through it to make eye contact with her. Now I was the one getting weirded out. She had an intense look to her, not quite glaring at me, not quite anything else.

Putting one bare foot onto the bed, she began to push herself up. I tilted as her weight pressed down. What was she doing? Now she was standing over me, one foot on either side. I realized that through her pussy hair, she was dripping wet with arousal, despite her expression. She saw me looking there and said, “You can’t tell Adrana about this.”

Then she bent down and spat on the blanket covering my chest. I flinched slightly as she did so, but she just stared at me for a second before spitting on me again. And again. Now there were three splotches of dark, bubbly spit on the blanket. She pursed her pretty cherry lips and let more saliva run out onto her chin, where it slowly began to drip down in a thick string towards my face. I didn’t move. I was realizing that this was her response to freeing herself from her societal bonds: Now she was toying with me, testing the limits of what she could do, waiting until I stopped her or showed some sign of discomfort. Maybe she would even keep going past that point. She had power over me, after all, the person who came into her house, took advantage of her hospitality, fucked her cousin in front of her.

The string of saliva landed right on my lips and chin. She daintily spat it free from her own mouth and stared at me again, eyes flicking across my face, studying my expression. I stayed as neutral as possible, but I couldn’t keep my breath from quickening, breathing through my nose so her spit didn’t fall into my mouth. She shook her head, watching my chest falling and rising, before carefully, hesitantly reached one hand out towards my face. Her fingers weren’t as delicate as Adrana’s, but they were soft and pleasant, and her nails were painted the same shade of red as her lips.

Feli brushed those fingers across my cheeks, the tip of my nose, then more roughly across my lips, smearing the spit across my face. Then she straightened up and pushed her waist out above me. “You’re really okay with this?” she muttered in disbelief. I didn’t say anything, but she didn’t wait for an answer, and spread her cunt with her fingers, her large, meaty labia dangling down, all of it soaking with horniness. She let out a small spurt of pee. “Oh,” she grunted, closing her legs again and looking down to survey the damage. The urine had landed on the blanket, joining her splotches of spit.

I was hard now and longed to touch myself, but I didn’t dare move. I wanted her to keep experimenting on me.

Turning around, she spread her asscheeks apart, finally giving me a clear view of her anus. It was lined with hair, too, an extension of her natural bush in front. She pried her cheeks apart even further, fingers leaving white lines in her flesh, and squatted down again until her asshole was half a foot away from my face, puckering with how much she was exposing it to me. Then she let go of herself with one hand to grab the blanket from my chest, pushing it up against herself, smearing it across her cunt, almost shoving part of it into her asshole and rubbing it there. She pulled it away and it trailed strings of arousal, leaving little bits of lint stuck to her. She dropped it back on my chest and started masturbating, straightening up as she did so with a moan. Still playing with herself, giving her clit long, firm rubs with her fingers, she used her foot to pinch my blanket between her toes and throw it aside, exposing my rock-hard meatstick. I wasn’t wearing anything under the blanket, assuming I would be left undisturbed through the night.

“Oh my god,” she said. “How are you so turned on?” She put her bare foot down on my cock, gently pressing it against my stomach. I gasped as a spurt of precum dripped out on me. “You’re so fucking nasty.” Continuing to finger herself, she bowed her legs out again and let out another small spurt of pee at the same time, which splashed against my stomach, leaving yellowed streaks running down my abs. “Jesus, you’re so fucking weird.” Then she pointed herself in the direction of my face and pissed a little more. It didn’t quite reach me, splattering like soft rain on the mattress next to my throat. She wasn’t self-cleaning, and neither was I or the bed, so everything she was doing was staying. Was I going to have to sleep in this mess?

Hopped up on adrenaline, Feli jumped down off the bed and ripped her shirt off, tossing it aside. Fairly large tits, with puffy nipples and wide areolas. An average build besides that. She paced in a circle, touching herself, before she decided to bend over, put her hands on her knees, and piss out everything left in her bladder, grunting. There was a thick splattering noise against the carpet. “Oh fuck,” she said, and came back crawling onto the bed, dripping urine. She stopped above my cock briefly to spit on it, before squatting there and grabbing hold of it, stroking its tip up and down her slit. Then she brought me further back and began pushing me into her butthole. A look of pinched consternation overtook her expression, and she narrowed her eyes, her cherry lips flattening into a thin, intense line. She was having trouble getting me inside.

After some time trying, Feli let out the breath she was holding, pursing her lips and relaxing her eyes. A trickle more urine came out of her, but she didn’t pay it any mind. As she relaxed, her anus opened up a little more, and I entered her by the barest amount.

That was enough for me. I started cumming into her butt, gritting my teeth and not saying anything. Maybe she wouldn’t notice. If she did, she ignored it, sinking down onto me until half my length had impaled her rear end. That was apparently all she wanted, because she started masturbating herself again, breathing hard, her other hand splayed out behind her, supporting her precarious anal cowgirl position.

Then Feli came too, her asshole loosening up even further, sucking me inside. She let out a short yelp, immediately clamping her pussy-juice-covered hand over her mouth. When she took her hand away, her lipstick was smeared messily across her cheek, mingled with cunt. She had an expression of sheer post-nut clarity about her, looking around the ruined bed. “Shit, shit, shit,” she said. “I hope Adrana didn’t hear that.” Glancing back at me, dick still buried in her butt: “You didn’t climax, did you?”

I grimaced. “I did, as soon as you shoved me up your ass.”

Feli, turning red again, looked disgusted. She carefully stood up, head pitched down between her legs, watching as a white string of semen fell out of her bum onto my balls. “I can’t walk out of here like this,” she said. She moved her rear off to the side and mumbled, “Sorry,” before spreading her ass with her hands, expelling my cum onto the mattress in thick globs.

After she emptied out, she grabbed her pink shirt again and pulled it on, straightening her blonde hair as best she could. Covering me with the crumpled, damp blanket as if it would hide the evidence, she whispered, “PLEASE don’t tell Adrana about this, and don’t let her in here, okay? I don’t know what got into me, but I promise I’m not like this. This was really unusual. I don’t want her to know.”

I nodded. “I promise I won’t say anything.”

Feli nodded back and crept to the door. “Okay. Well.” Too ashamed to say anything else, she opened it quietly and slipped into the dark hallway outside, leaving me to sleep in the bed she had defiled. Before I did, I sleepily pissed into it too. It wasn’t like I could make it much worse.

Edited November 8, 2023 by gyrate

[Alfresco 11,630]

Fantastic instalment @gyrate.   The details are brilliant and the way Feli has changed from being disgusted about peeing on self cleaning surfaces to pissing, spitting and anal where it isn't self cleaning is fabulous.  Thank you. 

[Lutab 1,052]

Loved that chapter! So hot how the cousin is trying things too. Love that she made a mess in the room that’s not self cleaning!

[gyrate 261]

Includes drug use, male and female watersports, nonchalant public sex and relief, anal, and analingus. The protagonist is a man.

 

The Future I Saw, Part 7

The next morning, Feli was back to acting normal. Last night might as well not have happened, and none of us were keen on any more experimentation. The rest of our visit was spent doing normal things - taking turns showering, sharing a homecooked breakfast, going on a walk through the woods, visiting an art museum and a nice restaurant (with bathrooms) for lunch.

It was 2 PM when Adrana and I said our goodbyes and went back to the parking garage. As we left Cedar Stills, Adrana sighed with relief and started stripping. “Finallyyyy,” she crooned. “Clothes are a fucking prison. So good to be free again.” I agreed and took mine off too. Soon we were both nude, and I was free to openly stare at Adrana’s hot, tight body for a couple minutes, appreciating the ivory curve of her small tits, her thin waist, following the shape of her thighs to the center, the way her hair fell over one eye until she flipped it away. She let me stare, and I caught her checking out my body a couple times too.

Ten minutes into some small talk about Cedar Stills, she finally raised an eyebrow and asked, “So... What happened with Feli last night?”

I nodded. I had expected the question at some point. “Yeah, some stuff. She asked me not to tell you, though.” Grinning, I added, “Nothing bad, though.”

She laughed. “What a mystery. Well, I won’t pry any further, then.” Turning the screen on her palm on, she flicked over to what looked like some kind of map app. “Hey, do you want to do something fun before we head home?”

“What kind of fun?”

She typed something and then pointed at a pin on the screen. “A place Nova took me to once, this pleasure resort called the Elysian Fields. I think you’ll really like it. And I could use to blow off some steam after dealing with Feli.” Some directions popped up indicating it was about an hour away. “It’s kind of like my slice of Skyune. It’s adults-only, anything-goes. Except, it’s in a self-contained weatherdome that feels like the outdoors, they make sure you’re always comfortable, and before you’re allowed in, they prime you on a cocktail of chemicals that fuck you up in the best way possible.” She tapped her head. “It’s like a way better version of being drunk. It blasts your brain to the point you can’t form intelligent thoughts anymore and makes you super horny, but it doesn’t make you sick or nauseous. You stay like that for two days, and they keep you in the dome the whole time.”

I rubbed my chin. I’d always made it a point to stay away from hard drugs. I hadn’t even taken the Winker tabs on Transcendence Day. “It sounds intense,” I admitted. “Is whatever it is... addictive?”

She caught my hesitancy and turned off the screen on her hand. “The resort calls it Nectar. I don’t think it’s any more addictive than alcohol,” she said. “And it takes a lot of resource to make. It’s a small entrance fee as far as credits go, but you can’t go there more than once a year. That’s so one person doesn’t end up going there week after week and taking all of it for themselves. But, it also means you really can’t get more than one dose a year.”

I laughed. “Damn. Okay,” I said. “Sounds like a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me, then. Let’s do it.”

Now Adrana looked hesitant. “Are you sure? I know you said most drugs are illegal where you’re from. I don’t want to put you in any situations you’re not ready for.”

Shaking my head, I joked, “Yeah yeah, don’t worry. I thought you might have been trying to get me hooked on crack for a second, that’s all.”

“What’s crack?” she asked, tilting her head.

 

The ride to the resort was pleasant, taking us further out into the raw countryside, eventually off the main roads onto some dirt paths. I was glad to see there was still a lot of pristine nature this far into the future. Then, coming out from beneath some trees, I saw it: the weatherdome, nestled in a valley down a hill. Geodesic and a reflective inky-black, it was absolutely massive, at least a few kilometers across to dominate the landscape. Sprinklings of small houses dotted the patchy woods around it. “Woah,” I breathed. Adrana smiled. Apparently it doubled as a gigantic solar farm. Certainly the largest I’d ever seen.

We passed into its shadow as we approached, and it grew to fill half the sky. A brutalist concrete structure came into view at its edge, seeming to function as a sort of gate. The car parked itself in a lot nearby, and we headed inside (leaving our clothes in the car). The interior of the structure was clinical and sterile, but comfortably warm and well-lit, with potted plants lining the walls of the entrance room. An overweight, naked, middle-aged man greeted us from a counter, and after Adrana confirmed we were there for the resort experience, he gave us the spiel about the ground rules of the place. I’ll try to summarize them:

One, resort goers were expected to be prepared on the effects of the drug before entering. The Nectar would induce a euphoric, dreamlike state and make it very difficult to talk, stand, or walk. It was likely it would impair a visitor’s consciousness, judgment, inhibitions, and ability to form memories. It would also lower one’s refractory period and greatly increase sexual sensitivity.

Two, resort goers were required to be under the effects of Nectar while in the fields. If you needed to leave, you could return to the gate to be sobered up early. Otherwise, you were expected to remain for 48 hours.

Three, resort goers could relieve themselves at any time, in any place. The grass and ground were treated with slow-acting self-cleaning technology which dissolved human waste over a period of 48 hours. In other words, anything you did while you were there would remain until you left, but not much longer.

Four, by their presence in the resort, visitors implicitly consented to the initiation of sex by anyone, and permission was not necessary to touch someone else. However, a sexual encounter could still be stopped by giving active verbal or physical nonconsent.

Five, food was available throughout the Fields in receptacles filled by resort managers at dawn each day. Several rivers running through the Fields provided fresh drinking and bathing water.

After we agreed to the rules, the manager ushered us down a hallway into a back room to administer the Nectar, explaining he would need to see us consume it before we went in. He handed Adrana hers first. It wasn’t a pill or a needle like I was expecting, but instead a large vial with a rectangular bottom, filled with thick, viscous liquid. The stuff was clear, but it had miniscule spheres of gel of varying thicknesses suspended inside it. “Slow-release capsules,” the manager explained. “Keeps the effects fresh and consistent over multiple days. Try not to bite down when you swallow, or you’ll rupture ‘em and end up leaving early.”

The room we were in was almost like a doctor’s office - again, quite sterile and empty aside from a couple potted plants and the chairs we were sitting in. Adrana went bottoms-up first, her throat bobbing up and down as she chugged the Nectar. She handed the vial back to the manager, who set it aside next to my full one. “Now we need to make sure it takes correctly before we administer your friend here.”

A couple minutes later, Adrana yawned and said, “This is boooring. I wanna go in, mishter. Mishter. Mmmister.” She blinked a few times, realizing she was slurring her words . “Oops. I think it’s working. Reno, how...” She rubbed her head, mussing up her hair. “I mean, can...” She lapsed into silence with a happy, buzzed look on her face.

“Okay!” the manager said with a smile. “Your turn, Reno.” He handed me the vial.

Next to me, Adrana slid off her chair, collapsing onto the floor weakly to lay there on the cold, hard floor. I couldn’t help but ask, “Um, is she alright?” As the manager laughed and confirmed she was, Adrana pulled herself up to her knees and steadied herself carefully in a kneeling position. Without saying anything or bothering to raise her haunches, she pissed herself, the puddle spreading out from beneath her closed legs to around both the manager’s feet and my own. “Mm, mhm,” she mumbled, nodding. “Srry, had to go...” Thankfully, the floor turned out to be self-cleaning, and her pee vanished into nothing.

I downed my vial next. It didn’t have much of a taste - something like rubbing alcohol mixed with sugar water, but very mild. Tough to swallow. After I finished it, I had maybe forty seconds of lucidity before things started to get fuzzy.

The next thing I knew, I was on the floor next to Adrana. I wanted her. I pushed myself up and crawled over, shoving her down to the floor. I crawled on top of her, erect and throbbing. She giggled and looked up at me, sticking her tongue out as she grinned teasingly. I bent down and kissed her, her tongue going in my mouth, then I lowered my hips to meet hers, my cock nudging open her wet, slippery snatch, when -

The manager gently pulled me back and said something I couldn’t understand. Oh, right, we were still in the office. He slipped something around my neck - a leash? And then Adrana, who was laying on her back. Yeah, they were leashes. He pulled on the leads, beckoning us towards the door. I started crawling over, understanding that he was trying to guide us to the resort. Adrana didn’t get up and just stayed there giggling, so he walked over and bodily lifted her naked form, setting her back down on her feet. She staggered after him drunkenly.

 

The next thing I remember is him removing the loops from our necks. We were outside now, so he must have succeeded at getting us to follow him. It was unusually warm and balmy, and although I recognized we must have been in the weatherdome, it didn’t feel like we were inside anything. A breeze rolled through the tall, soft grass. I registered it was actually oddly overly soft, not prickly like you might expect. Was that the drug altering my sense of touch, or was it something about the grass itself?

I lost the thought. I realized the manager had left, so it was just me and Adrana now. She stumbled a few steps forward before collapsing again. I crawled after her - it was easier to crawl - and flipped her on her back, so her dazed-out face was staring straight up at the trees above her. It looked like she was in a mild stupor, and she didn’t even do anything when I climbed on top of her unmoving form, pulled her legs apart, and started fucking her. I came deep in her cunt, ecstatic throbs through my groin.

I laid there for a while, catching my breath. Suddenly, Adrana had an orgasm, even though we weren’t moving - she just started shuddering, gripping my shoulders, mumbling “‘m cumming, cumming, cumming.” Eventually I went flaccid and slipped out of her, and she pushed me off. She rose to all fours again and made her way off into the wilderness, dripping a trail of sperm as she left.

At some point, maybe ten minutes later, I followed after her. I should mention, a lot of what I can remember now is fragmented, thought I’m sure I had more awareness in the moment itself. But the next thing I do remember is being at the river. It was wide, shallow, and slow.

There was a different woman there, down on all fours and facing away from me, someone I didn’t recognize. She had a shapely, tall frame, and her feet and legs were covered in mud and grass - clearly not self-cleaning. I couldn’t see her face, but her shimmering-blonde hair was extremely long. Bending down to drink from the river, her hair floated on the water’s surface like a golden curtain of the gods. Thanks to her posture, I was getting a full view of her pussy and asshole. As I watched, she nonchalantly went to the bathroom while she was drinking, consuming and expelling at the same time. She hadn’t noticed me yet.

Erect again, I decided I wanted her, too, and crawled up behind her. I grabbed her ass and levered myself up to mount her - she stopped drinking and let out a small, startled noise, turning her neck back. Her face, dripping with water, was characterized by rather flat features - a small nose, wide lips, long eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes. She stared at me with a stupid, surprised expression and kept letting out pee, which now covered my cock. I penetrated her, driving her own urine into her vaginal canal, and thrusted in and out. It felt incredibly good. She moaned and dragged herself away from the river edge as I fucked her, her hair dragging through dirt and picking up leaves and filth from the ground; I pinned her against the ground as I finished. I don’t really even remember cumming, but I must have, because when I fell backwards out of her, white semen ran from her snatch to her pubic region before dripping to the grass.

The woman turned around and got on top of me, grinding her cum-covered groin against my dirty leg hornily until she came. After that, she laid down and fell asleep, muddy and satisfied. I think I fell asleep there too, next to her.

Then it was sunset, and she was gone. I stood up and fell back down to my knees again, and turned to the river to get a drink of water. It was oddly warm, so I decided to climb in and wash myself off. As I bathed, submerged up to my chest on my hands and knees, rubbing the warm water across my body, I lazily went to the bathroom, letting the river carry it away.

A few men and women went by as I lazed there in the river. I barely remember watching two of them fuck at the water’s edge. As twilight set in, I noticed the sky was unusually bright. Probably so we could still see if we wanted to move around at night. It was bright enough for me to see a gaggle of five girls emerge from the woods at the same time. They were young, 20 at most. I swam over and joined them as they waded into the water, three of them crawling, two of them managing to stay upright on their feet. One of the standing girls started pissing, urine falling into the water between her legs, the splashing noise ringing out across the surface. She had a fit tanned figure with prominent abs, and her head was topped with shaggy brown hair. I managed to stand, too, and made my drunken way over. Daringly, I put my hand beneath her stream, brushing against her pubic hair. The hot piss ran through my fingers - I rubbed the salty fluid against my erection. She met my eyes stopped peeing, consciously cutting herself off early. I got closer to her and thrust out my hip so my cock was between her legs. Unfortunately, apparently not interested in sex, she pushed me away with one hand, and I fell backwards into the water, spluttering. A few of the girls around me laughed as I righted myself. The fit girl finished going to the bathroom, squatting down further as she did so.

I barely registered something touching my anus. I looked back to find another of the girls had crawled up behind me and was eagerly staring into my ass. She had short, genedyed hair, glowing green and yellow, and she was having fun exploring me. I let her run a finger around the rim of my anus, poking me inward slightly; she dipped her head down and confirmed that I still had a throbbing hard-on, dripping precum into the river. Grabbing hold of it with one of her hands, she bent forward and stuck her tongue into my ass at the same time she began milking me, jerking me off.

It felt good. The second standing girl - a pear figure with a wide waist, small tits, and a delicate face - walked over to me as the girl behind me ate me out. She spread her legs and pissed on my head, shaking her hips back and forth to send out whips. More laughter.

I was about to cum into the river, but I decided that would be a waste when there were this many girls around. So instead, I turned and grabbed hold of the arm of the one eating out my ass, dragging her over to the side. Bending her over the edge, I pressed my cock into her own asshole, which opened far easier than Feli’s had last night. Slowly, I moved back and forth, back and forth, until I was throbbing out semen with each stroke. She moaned.

The other four girls climbed past us onto the shore and collapsed side-by-side, laying on their backs, looking up at the stars. The muscular girl dragged herself over to her closest companion - a dark-skinned girl with wet curly hair and vaguely Filipeno features - and kissed her, hand invading her crotch at the same time. The other two girls - the one who had pissed on me, and a scrawny-looking individual with fucked-up, smeared, glittery makeup - started making out and touching each other, too.

Meanwhile, the dyed-hair girl removed herself from my cock and bent down to drink some water from the river. After she’d had her fill, she pulled herself up to the shore and half-stood long enough to make her way over to the other four, making a tangle of pleasure I had trouble making sense of in my disabled state. Just flashes of legs, feet, moans, cunts, and fingers.

I crawled up to the shore, too, and spent some time watching their orgy. I nodded in and out of full consciousness. The next thing I remember was nighttime - still unnaturally bright, with the presence of the artificial sky becoming more apparent, like being in a giant planetarium with the brightness dialed up to 11. The dyed-hair girl was still awake, laying on her arm to touch herself, mouth buried between the asscheeks of the Filipeno girl. That one was prone on her belly, asleep, snoring and completely unaware.

The skinny one woke up too, and rose, extricating herself from the arms of the pear-shaped girl. I sat up when she came over to the shore a few feet away from me. She squatted down so her ass was hanging over the edge of the bank, clearly about to let go.

“...Hey,” I managed, waving at her. She paused, eyeshadow glittering in the dark. “Over... over here.” I swung my feet over so my legs were dangling down into the water, and patted my lap. The girl crawled to me and then sat on me unquestioningly, straddling me with her arms looped around my neck, seeming to take more interest in my chest than anything else. She was probably the lightest girl I’ve ever held. “Go pee,” I told her.

She nodded and immediately, a warm flood covered my groin. She sleepily closed her eyes and leaned forward to rest her forehead on my shoulder as she went. I held onto her, and by the time I felt her finally stop urinating, she was already asleep again, dead weight totally slumped.

I lifted her up and used one hand to guide my cock into her snatch, which took me in, warm and wet, then just sat there inside of her on the shore for a while, listening to the motion of the water. Even without moving, the buzzing in my groin was ecstatic. Over the course of about ten minutes, I let myself build to the most relaxed, chilled out orgasm I’ve ever had, and quietly unloaded, throbbing, into the girl’s cunt. She made a small noise and shifted slightly, nuzzling in closer to my chest.

After setting her back down next to her girlfriends, I couldn’t deny my bladder, either. I took a few steps over to the ass-obsessed girl, still facedown and eating out the Filipeno. I bent to one knee on top of her and dug my thumb into the crease of her right buttcheek, spreading her asshole open. It still had traces of my semen hanging out of it. Holding it like that, I took my flaccid cock in the other hand and pointed it slightly up, then relaxed my bladder. The resulting stream of warm piss splashed right into her red-ringed anus, flicking away the last traces of cum, running down across her vagina and her fingers, dampening my own hand as well.  She moaned and stuck her rump up for easier access while I went. Afterwards, I bent and kissed her lower back before slumping down beside her and falling asleep.

 

Morning. I was woken by the climax of a wet dream; I had been dreaming of fucking Feli again, and it manifested in the real world with ropes of semen spreading across my belly, cock twitching at nothing. I looked around. Unfortunately, it seemed that the gaggle of girls had already departed. There were puddles of human waste around me that they had clearly left behind on their way out. The toes on one of my feet felt sticky, too. I think one of the girls had either used them to get herself off or peed on them before I woke up.

I decided to leave the cum on myself - why not? - and struggled to my feet. Over a small hill, a larger grassy plain revealed itself. A few hundred meters of visibility contained a couple of silvery-metallic food receptacles and a dozen or so people. Among them, the woman with the beautiful curtain of golden hair. It had to be genedyed, because the way it caught the sun with a reflective radiance was totally unnatural at this distance.

She was eating at the closer of the two receptacles alongside a few other people, and I headed over. On her knees in a low, wide stance, her dirt-smudged thighs were spread akimbo with her cunt and asshole showing in the back. (I noticed that fresh semen was already dripping from her pussy.) One hand balanced herself on the receptacle; the other held an apple, which she took a bite of, her eyes closed, a blissful expression. The food receptacle itself was really just a circular, shielded trough, covered on top with an opening all the way around, plenty of natural-looking food inside - fruits, veggies, and bread.

The woman must have been a fan of multitasking, because even as she ate her apple, she didn’t hesitate in simultaneously and suddenly relieving herself all over the grass behind her. She was still going when she dropped the apple core, reached into the trough and grabbed a piece of bread. Oh, right, I needed to pee too. Still standing, I aimed at the filthy spot beneath her rear end and added half a liter of my own urine to it as well. She either didn’t care or notice. Then I knelt down beside her and enjoyed some breakfast as well.

Afterwards, I spent a couple hours just laying in that field, watching the hot blue “sky” above. The sun in here was the most obviously simulated part, because it didn’t hurt to look at at all. It was just a dull white glow moving slowly across the inside of the dome. I smiled, closing my eyes. There were a few periods of slapping flesh as people fucked around me, coupled with occasional pleasurable moans, grunts, and yells. This was heaven.

Suddenly, grass rustled to my left, the sound of approaching footsteps. It was a pair of people I hadn’t seen before, one man, one woman. They were pretty average-looking and looked to be around early-middle-aged, maybe 40. To be honest, I don’t recall their exact appearances - I think the dude was Asian, and the woman was a white brunette? Either way, the man pointed a finger at me and mumbled something.

Next thing I knew, the woman was sitting on top of me, grazing her pussy lips back and forth across my flaccid cock until it sprang up against her with an erection. “Like this?” I heard her say to the man, who grunted. She reached down and slipped me inside her, then posed seductively for her partner, hands behind her head while she rocked her hips back and forth, milking me. He grunted under his breath and began jerking himself. I didn’t say anything, closing my eyes again and letting them do their thing. If they wanted to use me as a prop for their sex life, sure, why not.

Right as I started building towards an orgasm, the woman came, hands roughly pressing against my chest for support as she nearly doubled over in her throes of ecstasy. Then she slipped out of me, leaving me sopping wet with her pussy juice. I glanced over and realized the man must have cum at some point, too, because there were glistening ropes of white spread out across the grass a few feet away. The two of them fell to the grass, kissing, before eventually heading off in a random direction. The woman checked her snatch for semen as she walked away, not sure if I had creampied her.

Unfortunately, I hadn’t. I was left there with a wet, throbbing hard-on which I couldn’t exactly ignore. Rising to a sitting position, I surveyed the situation. There were only a few men in the field now, and while they were clearly having some fun of their own, men aren’t my thing. So I made my way deeper into the dome and eventually crawled into a wooded area.

A dusty, shaded trail led to what almost looked like a hidden, medieval hamlet. There were a half-dozen concrete huts with thatched straw roofs, arranged in a circle around a steaming circular pool of water - a hot tub, set into the ground? A couple people were eating at a nearby trough, and the sound of slapping flesh arose from one of the huts. Next to the hot tub, a dark-skinned woman with small tits was dripping wet, shivering, squatting to relieve herself into the dirt. And in the hot tub...

There was Adrana! She was awake, and smiling hazily at me, waiting for me to notice her. Standing and streaming precum, I headed over and slurred, “heyyy,” as I lowered myself into the water. It was insanely warm, really comfortable, making for a stark temperature difference with the breeze above. She mumbled something incoherent back and leaned over to give me a kiss on the cheek.

At the same time, her hand stretched out to find my penis beneath the water’s surface. She giggled. “I’ll help,” she managed, and stood up so her hips were at my face level. Adrana knew what I wanted at this point, and I wasn’t surprised when she placed one foot on either side of me, tilted her bare pussy up until I was staring at her urethra, and full-on pissed in my face. It was almost as warm as the water in the hot tub, and I opened my mouth to take some of the salty liquid inside, swallowing a mouthful and letting the rest fall back out of my mouth onto my chest. She slowly crouched down, the impact point of her urine tracing a line on my chest with a sensation akin to a woman running her finger down it, until her buttocks went below the water-line. She couldn’t keep her balance in such a deep squat and fell backwards into the tub, barely catching herself upright. Even so, clouds of yellow kept spurting out from her crotch beneath the water’s surface, and she pulled herself closer again, relieving herself inches away from my cock.

As she finished, she smoothly pushed her legs out behind her and dipped down to submerge herself, the magical light from her hair spreading out across the surface from below. I felt her lips and tongue around my raging erection, and just like that, she began to work, sucking me off inside a dissipating cloud of her own pee. With the sensation, plus her piss still dripping from my face and the effects of the Nectar, it didn’t take long for me to finally cum. She let me pulse out a few strings in her mouth before she spat them back out, rising above the water with a cheeky, tight grin and a splash, one eye closed with her hair plastered over it. More semen leaked out of me underwater, the white drifting goo drifting into the faintly yellow cloud around me.

As the mess dissipated around us, Adrana and I relaxed with my arm around her shoulder. It had been less than 24 hours into our two day stay. What would happen next?

Edited November 14, 2023 by gyrate