A Paradise called Lavatria

[Vassal 1,471]

You most likely have not heard of the small island nation of Lavatria, some how hidden in the Mediterranean Sea, off the coast of Malta. It has remained fully self sufficient and independent from its first settlement by its Roman ancestors all those millennia ago. English is some how the native language, adopted from from long forgotten, but brief, British occupation. The Lavatrians benefit greatly from the warm climate of the Mediterranean, enjoying its able bounty of fish and rich volcanic soil. A wonderful thing has happened due to its independence, a more open culture has developed, very open. Nudity isn't only allowed but often the norm, some families even encourage it. Sex isn't bound by puritan sensibilities and is freely enjoyed by all citizens (of legal age and consent), relationships aren't strictly monogamous and are usually open. Laws are lax and public sex isn't not uncommon to see. It might not surprise you to hear that urination is just as lax and celebrated. Due to the warm climate puddles evaporate fairly quickly and are often washed away by warm Mediterranean rain. In my daily route to college it wouldn't be strange to see men pulling out their penises and urinating freely on the street, or woman in a deep squat spraying the pavement below her. Sometimes after the act is done they'll start openly masturbating right there on the street, stroking themselves until they ejaculate, usually in their puddle or moaning with fingers deep inside their pussy as people pass by them. More often than not a bystander will offer a hand, mouth, penis, pussy, or ass in assistance. Despite the lax views on clothing some citizens don't even bother removing their lower garments before relaxing their bladders, preferring to let their pee wash over their legs and thirstly absorbed by their pants or skirts, due to the warm climate their clothes dry quickly. Sometimes in the heat having wet pants can be beneficial once they start to cool. 

There is more about my country I could tell you , about the various intricacies of my culture but I will do so by telling you about my life. My name is Leon and I am in my second year at Lavatria University. Yes, our small island has a university. Due to our lifestyle most citizens don't leave the country. I live alone in a student's flat, right on the beach. This morning I was running late and missed my neighbor, Danae leaving. We usually walk to class together, sharing an 11:00 lecture. When out on the beach I tend to go naked, letting my penis freely hang from between my legs. I enjoy the freedom and usually pee whenever I have to, just letting it go which ever way my cock is hanging. However while at university we are forced to have some levels of modesty while in the classroom. Part of the program is to prepare us for the rest of the world where our sex positivity is not quite as accepted. Though the students find loop holes and no one really wears underwear so skirts and in my case, short shorts, are the usual attire. Peeing in class is up to the professor and each on has their own class rules. However on the general campus the usual openness is observed. When out on the quad I usually slip my dick out the left leg and pee where ever I like. 

“Hey Leon! You're late too?” called Christine, another student in my building. A transfer student from America, a bit of an oddity here. Christine was gorgeous, curly brown hair and great tits, which she freely bared when ever she had the chance, part of why she transferred here. “I guess you missed Danae too, I missed my alarm. I didn't even have time to wet the bed.” Another reason why she was here. “Crap, thinking of bed makes me need to go, don't think I can make it till class,” giving me a wink. Stopping, I started to here a familiar hiss, a sigh and soon the patter of the brunette's missed morning pee splashing the sidewalk. I instantly turned around, my eyes automatically drawn to Christine's crotch. Today she was wearing a light yellow sundress, later when I moved my eyes upwards I'd be treated to how poor of a job the dress did to cover her ample bosom, nipples standing proudly through the thin fabric. Catching my gaze Christine lifted up the hem of her dress showing off her white panties darkening as her yellow pee flowed through them, treating me to a deliciously wet outline of her lips. “You're probably gonna wait until class huh,” she said, teasing me. My own desperation started to nag at my thoughts.

“Yeah, I need to meet up with Dany,” I said, “I wonder why she didn't pound on my door to wake me up.” 

Finally Christine's stream died down, and we started walking, trickles still lazily rolling down the insides of her legs. She always left her wet panties on and they, and her dress, would stay wet throughout the day. “God that felt good,  I was so desperate, maybe I should skip the bed more often. Glad I ran into you.” She leaned into me and reached her hand down to feel my cock through my shorts, “Seems you're glad too. God I wish we had time for a quick fuck.” She was right, I was glad for this chance meeting, my dick was already half hard watching her piss herself and quickly getting harder with her grip. “Maybe later,” giving me a kiss on the cheek. By now we reached the campus and went to our separate classes, Christin unfairly leaving my cock hard and prominently displayed through my thin shorts.

My first class was a Chemistry lecture. This professor was a little more intolerant about peeing in class but allowed it, only if you used a container. Students would usually bring a bottle with them while on campus. The rule was typical for science and lab based classes, probably to keep experiment contamination down. I had mine of course but decided I could wait out the hour. I took my seat in the theater style lecture room and looked around while waiting for the professor to arrive. I was late but not that late. Glancing down the aisle, a female classmate was scooting forward in her chair. Rummaging through her bag she produced a coke bottle and pulled her skirt up, exposing her tanned thighs, signaling to everyone around her that she didn't wear panties. Placing the mouth of the coke bottle up between her legs, right up to her pee hole, she started to pee in short bursts, loudly splashing the bottom of the bottle. To my dismay not a drop made it outside of the bottle, which she only filled half-way with pale yellow pee. She certainly wasn't late today and probably had her morning wee in a more traditional place, like her bed , bedroom carpet or at the kitchen table. When she was finished the student in the row behind tapped her shoulder. He asked if she was done with the bottle, mentioning he forgot his this morning. The girl smiled and passed the bottle over to the student who eagerly grabbed the bottle. I smiled, imagining how warm the bottle would be from the girl's internal heat. The student quickly stood up and pulled down his shorts and placed his penis tip to the mouth of the bottle. Instantly a dark yellow stream shot into the bottle, another late starter, mixing with the girl's lighter colored pee, mixing together and darkening the clear liquid. He quickly filled the bottle up to the top and with a couple spurts filled it to the top of the neck.

“Thanks, I'm only half done but that sure takes the pressure off, I just wish he'd let us pee in the seats,”  he said.

“Anytime, and if you still need to go when class is over let me know,” she replied, eyeing his cock.

The professor then entered the room and the student pulled his pants up and sat down. The lecture goes the same way I'd assume they do in other countries, power point slides, equations and note taking. Except you occasionally hear a distant hiss and a pattering followed by a muffled gurgling. A little more than halfway through the lecture I was getting desperate. Skipping my morning pee was starting to take its toll. Fidgeting in my seat the girl from before noticed my need but could only give me a knowing shrug, pointing to the amber filled bottle at her feet. To make matters worse the professor, as if on cue, grabbed the large, long necked Erlenmeyer flask from the counter and pulled out his cock, inserting the entire length of his shaft down the neck. Without pause he started to pee and a fainting tinkling could be heard as his pale urine filled the flask. Against better judgment I wondered what it'd be like to pee like that, totally encased in glass and if I hadn't been squeezing my penis I might have let out a spurt in my shorts. Luckily through will power and a lot of kegel control I kept my piss inside. Not that I didn't want to wet myself, give in and let my bladder take control and soak the seat, maybe open the legs of my shorts and spray on to the floor in front of me.  If I did, I'd be kicked out of the lecture, not that it mattered, I was barely keeping focused. Finally after a grueling 15 minutes the lecture ended. Another wave of desperation came over me and I stayed in my seat as it passed. 
 
On the way out of the room I passed the two students from before in the hallway. This time the guy had his pants down and the girl was holding his cock, having fun directing his dark pee all over the wall, staining the white stucco. Not wanting my bladder to get any wrong ideas I hurried passed them to my next class. Thankfully Danae was waiting for me outside the classroom. If I had anyone that would be close to a girlfriend it'd be Dany. We've seeing each other since first year and take a lot of the same classes, but we, as do most other couples, fuck other people, and we both enjoy the freedom of our own modest flat. Dany waved to me as I approached, long dark hair waving back and forth as she hopped from one foot to the next, brown breasts bouncing up and down in a thin, white, open blouse which gave whom ever wanted to look more than a peak. 
 
“Sorry I had to leave early this morning for a presentation. I didn't have time to wake you, but I'm glad to see you,” she said as she greeted me with a kiss before kneeling down and pulling a leg of my shorts to the side, freeing my cock. 
 
“I'm glad to see you too. I nearly peed in the middle of chemistry. You look like you're bursting too. How was your presentation?”
 
“It went well,” she replied as she grasped my cock and rolled back my foreskin, “You concentrate better with a full bladder,” opening her mouth when she finished the sentence. 
 
This was my cue and gave the release my aching bladder wanted. A thick jet of piss erupted from the tip of my penis and with expert aim it fell in the waiting mouth of Lydia, who let it fill up with the hot, dark, tawny liquid. I couldn't stop as she swallowed, plush lips pressed together as the product of last night's drink flowed down them. Glistening lips open again my piss bubbled in her mouth and each time she swallowed, my stream rewet her chin and started to make its way down her chest, wetting her blouse, making her breasts increasingly visible. I loved looking down at her like this, almost every morning, when we didn't take a page out of Christine's book. Finally my volume got the better of Dany and she couldn't swallow any more and opted to let my piss overflow from her mouth and down her chest. It even made it's way down to her skirt. As my stream dwindled she swallowed and took my cock into her mouth, savoring the last couple spurts directly. As I finished she started sucking and my dick instantly grew hard, it didn't take long for me to cum directly in her mouth.

When she let go of my cock, we switched places and I knelt before her, staring up at her transparent shirt, dark brown nipples on display, waiting for her to pull up her skirt. When she did, I had to act fast, she must have been more desperate than she let on because before I could get my mouth on her pussy, pee was already rolling down her legs, caught in the folds of her lips before she could fully let go. With my hands I opened up her beautiful, bald, pink pussy, pushing her dark lips to the side, exposing her to the quad. With an open mouth I accepted her stream, letting the familiar acrid, salty taste fill my senses. This is part of why we're together. Pee drinking isn't the norm in most of the country but not frowned upon and varies from village to village. My own being in the minority of villages that practice it, it is a more ancient tradition and starts in the family. It's not always a sexual thing as it was for us and parents and siblings alike shared their effluence. As per tradition children drank from their mothers, who at breakfast would fill them a glass, and eventually children would learn to drink their own, either from a glass or more inventive and flexible positions. In a society as open as this would it surprise you that  curious siblings would wonder what the other's tasted like and experimented with each other. Especially if they would often find dad peeing directly in mom's mouth or mom squatting over dad's face as he lay on the floor. This is how it was in my family. My older sister and I still drink from each other to this day, strengthening our familial bond.  On visits to home we still find ourselves sneaking into the other's room in the morning and giving each other the first drink of the day, kneeling before each other and directing our stream into their thirsty mouth. In my village if you were thirsty all you had to do was ask a stranger (but really who's a stranger in a country as small as mine) and be happily obliged with a warm, salty draft straight from the tap. I digress, back to my own flowing tap, inches from my face. I loved catching the first spurt, it's always a shock to the senses, hot stream hitting the softness of my throat before falling on my tongue. I let my mouth fill up before swallowing, letting the heady scent fill my nose. When I swallow the continuous stream of piss washes over my face, splashing down my chest, a wondering warming sensation. I swallow as much as I can before she finishes, teasing her erect and prominent clit as she goes to the bathroom in my mouth. As she finished I inched closer and let my tongue do the work, bringing her to a quick orgasm.  

[new2this 128]

Oh, hot damn.  This is great.  Thank you very much.

[steve25805 126,021]

Great story.

I want to emigrate. Any jobs going in Lavatria?

[new2this 128]

23 hours ago, steve25805 said:

Great story.

I want to emigrate. Any jobs going in Lavatria?

Yes, street cleaner.  It's smelly, but someones gotta do it.

[Ms. Tito 2,396]

Lavatria sounds like the Socialist paradise I'll never live to see. 

[Ms. Tito 2,396]

On 6/19/2017 at 2:17 AM, steve25805 said:

Great story.

I want to emigrate. Any jobs going in Lavatria?

I wanna emigrate too!

[Guest Wetling]

I have to admit that I came to this story. 🥰 Come to think of it, a world in which everyone could talk freely of their desires would indeed be a paradise. All it would need were people not taking advantage of others and respect to the "no means no" rule.

[glad1 2,832]

5 minutes ago, Wetling said:

 Come to think of it, a world in which everyone could talk freely of their desires would indeed be a paradise. All it would need were people not taking advantage of others and respect to the "no means no" rule.

Ever since the beginning of time, there have always been a few who've spoiled things for everyone else. I suspect Lavatria would fare the same.

At least there's sites like this where we can talk freely.

[jocake 308]

OMG what a wonderful country. The more you drink the more you have to pee and the more you pee the more you can drink.