Outhouse: Story Involving My Ex-wife and Her Girlfriend: Part One

[windy55 216]

     Before we got married, my now ex-wife and I went to a late Fall cookout where everyone drank "apple-knockers" which are hard cider fortified with grain alcohol to warm themselves up. As the day grew into the late afternoon and the weather began get cooler, I was in desperate need of a piss and had wandered over to the rustic outhouse that stood near where the cookout was taking place. I saw no need to go inside since pissing behind the dilapidated wooden structure would be adequate so I unzipped my khakis and took out my dick. As I finished watering the un-painted weather-worn siding, I suddenly heard my fiancee conversing with her girlfriend as they approached the outhouse. I put away my dick after shaking the last dribble and after searching a bit I found an opening between two of the wood boards and to my delight discovered that I had a clear view of them as they stepped inside. 
     As my ex closed the door, my heart was raced as I watched my ex's girlfriend lifted the hem of her knee-lenght worsted wool skirt, revealing that she was wearing a long-legged panty girdle with built in garters to which was attached a pair of light tan stockings. She turned and shuffled backwards providing me with an unobstructed view of her wide ass as she inserted several fingers of each hand into the elastic waistband of the girdle and wiggled about as she struggled to push down the spandex garment. She finally was able to push the constricting fabric down over her wide hips and halfway down her chubby thighs to reveal the naked curves and pale skin of her large ass cheeks. With the stretched girdle taut between her thighs, she bended forward with her ass hovering the crudely cut oval hole in the well-worn, wooden bench. Although her legs were close to together and her knees were about two to three inches apart, I could clearly see the bun shaped rolls of  flesh of her cunt and cleft separating them. Her black pubic hair richly adorned her pubis and hid most of her wrinkled cunt flaps. The sight sparked my imagination and I envisioned her boyfriend inserting his thick dick into her vagina and shooting it full of his creamy sperm. 
     As she bent forward and repositioned her ass cheeks over the hole, she coughed up a load of phegmn and spit on the wooden floor in front of her. She seemed to struggle a bit in getting her pee flowing as she flexed her lower belly muscles and those of her pelvic floor several times causing her anus to tantalizingly pucker outward. It looked she was blowinh kisses at me with her anus. Finally her efforts produced a brief, dribbly trickle, and then, wow, a raging golden torrential cascade that was absolutely shocking in its force and volume. The pee stream for the most part fell into the cesspit below through the oval opening but it also splattered on the wooden bench like structure. Teh pee streaming from her urethra forced her labia apart and became a ribbon at least two inches in width. I never imagined a woman could produce this such a torrent eventhough she was fairly chubby in a cute way. The hissing sound that it made because of my proximity being at most two feet behind her was quite noisy. In fact, I could discern  nuances of related to how hard she was pushing with her controlling muscles. after about ten seconds the flow stopped for a moment and then started up again with the same pressure. The pee stream then split into two streams with one going off course to the left, splashing the bare wood of the structure surrounding the opening They soon recombined into one leftward arch and she was completely missing the seat for ten seconds but exhibited no concern for correcting the errand flow. I could see some of it running over the front edge and apparently falling down to the floor. The excitement from the whole voyeuristic adventure had caused my dick to become an eight-inch erection. 
     She kept going a few seconds longer as it weakened, then a series of bursts, each time with her anus winking in and out. The final time, a quick fart escaped. She sighed with relief as she stood up and since there was no toilet paper she could not wipe her pee damped cunt before tugging up the elasticized long-legged girdle. She struggled with the garment, rolling her hips and hopping up and down, as she fought with it until she was finally able to get her fleshy lower body encased in the spandex garment. She then dropped the hem on her skirt and smoothed the worsted wool fabric down before stepping aside to allow my ex-wife her turn. As she stood by the outhouse door, she lit a cigarette and folded her arms as she watched my ex-wife approached the bench seat. 
 

[Tman27 537]

Hopefully we can hear about your ex hovering over that hole in the outhouse next! 

[windy55 216]

Outhouse: Story Involving My Ex-wife and Her Girlfriend: Part Two
     My ex stood in front of the bench seat and pulled up her knee-lenght, woolen skirt to reveal that she too was wearing a long- legged girdle exactly like what her girl friend had on. Attached to the girdle by for short suspenders were coffee-colored nylons She slipped her hands into the wide elastic waist-band and worked the spandex garment over her saddlebag upper thighs to bare her ass. 
     She looked down at the well-worn wooden platform and complained to her girlfriend that she had peed all around the oval cutout hole. Her friend only laughed and observed that women are messy. She went on declaring that she was no exception when she backing up and squatting over a toilet. My ex responded that if that was the case then she did not give a shit if she missed the toilet!
     She fluffed her pubic bush and ran her index finger up her pussy crack parting her pussy flaps before turning around and squatting down just a bit. The start of my ex's pee resulted in a soft hiss and a gentle patter as her pee stream rained down over the previous deposited contents at the bottom of the cesspit. The strenght of her pee increased to full force and I became intoxicated by the sight in the dim light of the interior of the outhouse. I could not wrest my gaze from the sight of her flowing pee as it jetted from between her her pussy lips. Numerous droplets separating from the ribbon-like stream danced in air before striking the time worn bench seat around the oval opening.  The chill of the autumn air caused goose bumps on her bare bum cheeks in direct contras the heat of her falling pee which created steamy vapor. 
     All good things must come to an end and slowly the flowing fountain of pee falling from her pussy began to wane before ceasing altogether. She remained in her high squatting position and bounced up and down to dislodge droplets of pee the dangling strands of hair of her dark pubic bush. Satisfied that her action had done its part, she stood up and turned around to peer into the cesspit for what reason except that she was just in the habit of checking the results of her toilet performance.
     My ex pulled up her long-legged panty girdle and dropped the hem on her skirt. She turned and put her right heel up on the toilet bench to check the suspender holding up her hose and smoothed the nylon out. She repeated the action with her right leg. As she stepped past her girlfriend, her girlfriend flick the ash on her burning cigarette and then dropped the butt down through the oval cutout. The two of them exited the outhouse and returned to the picnic.