Urinaelia, a Roman Comedy: Part 2

[Vassal 1,471]

With her thirst satisfied for the time being Urinaelia entered her mother's domain, the Cloacina Maxima, the great sewer of Rome. This was not yet the fetid, disgusting place that it would become, for her mother, Cloacina, still had power and sacrifices. The channel was tall enough to stand comfortably with walkways on both sides wide enough to walk two abreast, with the mother Tiber's clear water rushing between them. Every few meters the goddess would daintly step over culverts of water flowing out of the walls, marking a villa or bathhouse toilet. The slightly sweet air was damp but warm, comforting, like one's recently piss filled undergarments clinging tightly to your genitals. As Urinaelia walked along the channel warm streams of daylight would occasionally filter down, marking the location of the few latrines that open directly into the sewer. Every so often the light would be blocked and instead a different kind of warmth would come streaming into the sewer. Due to the height, urine would fall in a wide pattern, large droplets of pale yellow splattering against the brick of the walkway or splashing into the water of the channel. Urinaelia happily walked through these golden showers, enjoying the sensation of the warm globules of the toilet user's body heat, straight from their bladder. When she was too slow to catch the flow directly, she would crouch down, running her fingers through the warm puddle and if it was especially hot and fresh she'd sit in it, draping her feet in the channel, basking in the contrasting sensation of the cool Tiber's water at her feet and someone's tepid piss soaking her butt and pussy.

Urinaelia loved gazing up through the shower, watching the wee come directly from the source. The various genitalia excited Urinaelia. The different sizes of cocks hanging down into the sewer. Some circumsized, some not. She particularly loved catching a glimpse of a man with an uncircumcised dick, letting his penis hang hands-free, long foreskin left naturally around their cock heads. The goddess loved to watch as the foreskin started to fill as the man started to pee, gazing intently as the foreskin filled to it's meager brim, like a tiny fleshy cup, bursting with golden wine all over the stone before it. The fat stream pouring out, showering the curved wall of the sewer, darkening it as it flowed down to Urinaelia's feet. Her favorite part was watching the errant dribbles rolling out of the small opening, trying to climb up the shaft before succumbing to gravity and fall back down to the stone below. Urinaelia wanted nothing more than to take that penis in her mouth, sucking on the foreskin like a hollow piece of straw, playing with it as the man pissed into her mouth. Flicking her tongue into the folds, stimulating the sensitive glans and he peed, sometimes blocking the hole and watching with glee as his penis ballooned up before bursting all over her face as she laughed. His cock would have to wait, however, she had already defied her mother once today. Cloacina strictly forbid her daughter from consorting with men, but you know how young goddesses are, rules are easily broken but they are never without consequences... if found out.

As the goddess lazily made her way through the sewer she was treated to many bottoms emptying their bladders to the space below. Almost every single user adopted a different style. Some women were hairless, some not. Some hovered, some squatted on the seat and some sat directly on the stone. Most let their pee rain down hands-free while some spread their lips, unknowingly baring their pussies to the goddess, who in silent thanks opened her own lips and filled her vagina with a few fingers, all whilst being showered with the woman's wee. Every so often she'd come across a large volume of liquid falling through the latrine and upon inspection would find a slave emptying a chamber pot.

It was when she was almost home when she heard some giggling from the opening above. Urinaelia could make out the voices of three young women. “I can't believe you peed in you tunic right there in the street,” said one of the women.
“It wasn't in the street, it was in an alley. Besides, it felt really good,” was the reply.

“It certainly looked like it did. You dirty bitch,” the third said, playfully.

The second gasped, “Not like you're one to talk, you were pissing right in front of me spreading your legs like some whore.”

“And I'd do it again, in fact I have to pee now,” she replied, and the other two agreed.

“I want to pee in my tunic like you did, sis,” announced the first. “But I want to do it differently. Watch this.”

Not moments after the latrine hole darkened. Adjusting to the light Urinaelia gasped as she saw that the hole was covered by wool. The girl was sitting on the toilet in her tunic! Urinaelia stared in amazement as a few dark droplets appeared right in the center of the hole.

“Eeek! I can't go, this is so naughty,” the toilet user said.

“Just relax,” urged her older sister, “You are on the latrine after all. We can have my personal slave clean our tunics without telling mom or dad. I mean, its not the first time.”

“Ok, I'll try again,” replied the younger sister, “Wait, not the first time?” And with that the dark stain on her tunic grew darker, slowly spreading further outward. “Oh Juno, its so warm” Releasing more of her bladder the tunic reached its capacity and thin streams rained onto Urinaelia below.

“Oops, looks like my secret is out. Though its not like you don't pee everywhere. I've seen your slave wiping up your bedroom floor. Why not just do it in your tunic too?”

“I think I might now, this incredible,” the younger said, as her flow started to wain, her wet tunic slowly dripping down to the goddess. Suddenly light returned to the latrine opening, Urinaelia imagined the young woman standing with her butt thrust out towards her companions, showing off her wet stain, covering her ass. Maybe lifting it up to show how wet her butt and pussy were.

I want to try something different said the other girl, soon the light was partially blocked and Urinaelia saw the bum of the alley squatter cover the toilet, spreading her legs. Through the wide V, the goddess could make out a “come hither motion” and the older sister came over and sat on the other's lap. Through the small gap between pussies Urinaelia saw that they were both unclothed, their bare breasts hanging tantalizingly between them. The young women embraced and Urinaelia could hear the wet sounds of a passionate kiss and the feigned disgust of the younger sister. Without warning the older sister started peeing, hitting her friend right in the pussy before falling down into Urinaelia's open mouth.

“Talk about feeling incredible,” gasped the friend, who now started to pee, missing the older sister. With the click of her tongue, she moved her hands down to her labia, and aimed her stream up, firing her urine at the older sister's clit. A moan was all Urinaelia needed to know that she too was enjoying this unique stimulation. Soon the girls found their hands in each other's streams, cupping the urine and splashing it on each other's tits. Sometimes their fingers finding their way into the opposites vagina. Like in the alley, Urinaelia found her fings in her vagina as well, pumping in and out to the tempo of the two girls. Unfortunately before she could cum the girls finished their pees and hopped off the latrine.

“Come on guys, lets get cleaned up and enjoy that wine you bought,” she heard the younger sister say and heard the three leave the toilet chamber.

Unsatisfied Urinaelia lifted herself up to the latrine hole and climbed into the villa. Glancing about she moved to the next room to find an unattended amphora of wine. This must be the wine in question, Urinaelia thought to herself. Thinking how she wanted to reward them for that amazing show Urinaelia picked the jar off the table, drinking more than half the contents. Moving the opening to her waiting vagina Urinaelia released the contents of her bladder, making sure all of her heavenly urine made it into the jar. She was sure that the young women were going to enjoy her special wine as she did theirs. Still aroused she waited in the room for the women to come back, which they did moments later, cups in hand and watched them all pour themselves a measure of her piss. The women cheers before taking a swig, each one noting how warm the wine was, blaming it on the summer heat. As the girls went for seconds Urinaelia's fingers found her vagina once more, this time bringing her to an easy silent orgasm. Satisfied Urinaelia headed back to the latrine and jumped into the sewer, making sure to remember the location of their house. With lazy swagger she finally made it to her mother's house, deep in Cloaca Maxima.

[wetwulf 3,324]

Very nice. I eagerly await the next chapter. 

[new2this 128]

This was great.  Thank you.

[knarf11 74]

Another great instalment.  Thank you.  I hope there is  more

[Alfresco 11,632]

Totally agree - another great installment.  Excellent imagery and an interesting story line.  Very nice.  Thanks.