The hippy commune, part 1. Introduction

[steve25805 126,023]

My name is Maria, and I am much older than I would like to be now, and much older than I feel. Because in my heart I am still the freedom loving hippy chick I used to be in my later teens. And I miss the days spent in that hippy commune with my best friend Clare, where a load of other cool dudes hung out. But the philosophy of that place has stayed with both of us ever since.

Both Clare and I grew up together, lived in the same street and went to the same schools. We have been lifelong friends since early childhood. We were raised in a time of strict rules and an excess of moral judgementalism. It was still an age when homosexuality was a sex crime in law, sex outside of marriage was frowned upon, and unmarried mothers suffered social ostracism. Sex was regarded as inherently sinful, dirty, and "smutty".

But having been raised in such a repressed environment in terms of social attitudes,  we came of age at a time when young people were massively rebelling against that, and the pill had just liberated women from fear of sex. It was the age of the hippy, flower power, free love, and all that jazz, and Clare and I bought into that totally. Partly, upon reflection, it offered philosophical openings for us to reject the shame that we'd internalised.

You see, when still pretty young - without really understanding why - we'd discovered that we liked just peeing on Clare's bedroom carpet. It was her idea, but we started doing it quite a bit. Until her mum caught us and went off on one, giving us the whole spiel about how dirty it was, and how we should learn to use the toilet like civilised people, etc, etc. Still worse, she went to all the trouble of speaking to my mum about it, so I pretty much got the same disgusted lecture again myself. Thus an innocent pleasure was made to seem like something utterly shameful. And we internalised that shame, and absorbed the notion that what we did was totally inhuman and disgusting. As we grew up we convinced ourselves that it had just been a childish thing we'd grown out of, as a means to psychologically distance ourselves from it.

But although neither of us talked about it openly with each other at the time, we both enjoyed sexual fantasies about peeing where we shouldn't, and sometimes got off on these, only to feel intense shame and guilt afterwards.

So a more open, less judgemental, philosophy such as that espoused by the hippies held massive - subconscious as well as conscious - appeal to us. We didn't want to feel ashamed anymore.

We both left home together at 18 and immersed ourselves in the hippy lifestyle, experimenting with mind-bending drugs and free sex, rejecting the stilted social norms we were raised to follow, as with so many youngsters at that time. We also rejected a conventional Christian outlook, and bought into notions of being at one with nature, and the need to get closer to nature. We believed that many of humanity's problems resulted from us distancing ourselves too much from nature. I guess like quite a few hippies, we were prototypical environmentalists, green campaigners, and believers in animal rights and that kind of thing. We felt - rather naively perhaps, but with the typical optimism of youth - that  we and others like us were the vanguard of a better future.

We generally crashed in squats or on sofas and met all sorts of people - including one young dude who told us about this hippy commune. We'd told him about the time Clare's mum caught us peeing on the carpet, talking in terms of embarrassing and shameful things we'd done as kids, when he surprised us by saying there is no need to feel ashamed. To pee anywhere is to be at one with nature, it is a way of honouring nature, and that toilets are a man made device that further removes us from nature. He told us about this commune where such things are understood and preached, and how liberating it is to be able to pee wherever without shame, and so on.

Consciously, we were both very interested. I think subconsciously, we recognised an opportunity to reject the internal shame we felt about our secret pleasures.

Well, we ended up in this commune where the founders - and closest thing to leaders we had, though they were more like friends offering advice - were this couple in their late 20s, about ten years older than we were at the time. The place consisted of a fairly large house with substantial grounds where we reared chickens for their eggs and grew as much of our own food as possible. There were some twenty or so others already there, mostly people in their late teens and early twenties. I remember the founders gave themselves these hippy names - Hazy and Daisy, which is kind of funny to recall now.

Anyway, upon our arrival and soon after the initial introductions and welcomes, we all gathered around in a garden, with Hazy and Daisy stood behind a table, and Daisy mostly giving us their spiel. Others present would occasionally chime in, clearly already familiar with the philosophy being articulated.

Basically, humanity had removed itself from nature, and created all sorts of barriers to cement that separation in stone, in the form of restrictive laws and repressive social rules. To rediscover our true path we had to reconnect with nature again and reject all the barriers society tried to create to prevent that. Sex was not a sin. It was an entirely natural gift of nature to be enjoyed. As long as no one was being hurt, or being coerced or forced into something against their will which is a crime against nature, any type of sex with anyone you want if they are willing, is never sinful, but is a way of honouring nature. Sex is not a sin. Judgementalism is a sin. She asked the rhetorical question about how many of us had been made to feel ashamed of something that was perfectly natural when we were kids. Naturally, like a laser beam, that one hit home totally for Clare and I. We were hooked on all this already.

Then she talked about how natural it was to just pee freely, that toilets were another human invention designed to distance us from nature. We had toilets there but they were mostly used for number 2s, as that was the natural preference of most people. I guess piles of shit all over the place was too much even for this place, though someone taking the occasional dump in the garden was not entirely unheard of I was to discover in time. But Daisy explained how pee was also intrinsically a gift of nature and linked to fertility. She showed us ancient drawings of fertility goddesses squatting and peeing on the ground. And pointed out that to pee on the ground was to honour nature, whilst to pee in the toilet was to dishonour her. Pee was the ultimate expression of nature's fertility.

Then she went on about how linking the ultimate representation of nature's fertility - pee - with her ultimate gift to humanity - sex - was the most sacred form of sexual expression conceivable. Society strives hard to describe this as dirty and uncivilised in it's campaign to remove us from nature, but it is not. And - another rhetorical question - how on earth can it harm anyone?  To enjoy peeing in front of people is good, not bad. To enjoy watching someone pee, likewise. To be peed on is the ultimate unity of nature and sex, the ultimate way to honour nature and it's abundance. Peeing outdoors is normal, not dirty. But even peeing indoors on man made things is not a sin either, but a good. It is a way of bringing an act of nature to something man made, and bringing us closer to nature. Peeing wherever you want and taking pleasure in it, is natural and at one with nature, not something dirty or bad.

Well, Clare and I bought into this totally almost at once. By embracing this we didn't need to feel ashamed anymore. We could feel good about our secret pleasures.

Next thing we knew, Daisy stated that she needed a pee right then. So before our eyes she climbed up onto that table and hoisted her flowery skirt as she squatted down. No panties underneath. She said something about doing this for all to see and enjoy, as she started pissing. Hazy stood there grinning at the sight, whilst most others were smiling with degrees of pleasure. This guy and girl then moved forward and placed their hands under the yellow torrent, clearly enjoying Daisy's hot piss splashing through their fingers. The puddle on the table grew ever larger. Soon, pee was flowing off the front edge onto the ground. At this point a girl moved forward and got down, placing her head under the flow and opening her mouth, gulping down mouthfuls of the golden hued pee. Daisy grinned as she continued peeing, saying something about how drinking someone else's hot fresh piss was the ultimate way to honour nature with her gift of sex.

When she was done, she climbed down off that table, removed her skirt and t-shirt in front of us and knelt naked beside the table, inviting others to pee on her. Hazy and a couple of other guys stepped forwards, and soon had their dicks out, spraying her with hot piss. She beckoned towards one of the younger pair and took hold of his still pissing dick as he stood before her. Then she opened her mouth and aimed his piss into it, gulping down mouthfuls with an obvious glee. Clearly she was  loving it and couldn't get enough

When the guys were done, this grinning girl disrobed and stepped forward, standing over her and facing her. She too started pissing in Daisy's mouth, whilst the latter eagerly gulped it down.

After that, no one else needed to pee so the little impromptu golden shower session ended. Well, I could easily have peed but wasn't quite ready for the full on golden shower thing yet. All of them were warm and friendly and made us feel entirely welcome. And whether or not they expected or hoped for it, there was zero pressure at all for us to join in and pee right then anyway.

We were shown around the place.....and shown a carpeted bedroom that was one of the spares we could have, though were told that people pretty much felt free to crash everywhere. There was a large communal room too.

I got a feel for working in the gardens for a couple of hours.....at one point this girl was holding this guy's dick as he peed all over the carrots, lol.

And when we finally got around to taking our stuff into our designated bedroom, we walked past another room where a girl was just squatting right there and peeing on the carpet. She just grinned and said "hi" as we walked past, and just carried on peeing.

We were just finishing stashing all our stuff when Daisy walked in with a huge smile and asked us if we were settling in okay. We felt this place was the stuff of our dreams anyway and pretty much said so. We told her about being made to feel bad about peeing on the carpet all those years ago, and she understood. She said something like, "Well, if you choose to pee on this carpet - or anyone else's - feel free. Only act of respect we ask is that if you pee in anyone else's room - unless they have given an ok in advance - make sure they are there to enjoy the show. Quid pro quo and all that, hahaha."

But peeing in the communal areas was fine at any time.

Well, it was now that Clare and I broke the seal if you like. We popped a squat together in the middle of our allotted room, right there on the carpet. The hissing and splashing, and the very FEEL of what we were doing was an awesome rush.  To be deliberately pissing on the carpet like that as grown adult women was such a turn on. And that wasn't all. Daisy said, "Mind if I join you?"  And pretty much popped a squat right there and peed on our carpet herself.

In the evening after dusk we were gathered in the communal rooms. One of the guys was strumming an acoustic guitar as we all sung songs about peace and love and against war, whilst passing a joint around - fucking hell, it was so totally hippy, lol. Hazy was even wearing a fucking kaftan, haha. Some of those present were totally naked: nudity was a frequent thing at that place and no one felt self conscious about it. And in the course of the evening, people would just pee right there in the room sometimes. A couple of girls at different times squatted and peed on the hardwood floor, whilst a guy peed against the wall beside one of the couches.

When we finally went to crash out that night - after being invited by this couple to piss on the carpet in their room, which was fun - we acknowledged to each other that we felt this place was going to be amazing.

Well, that was our introduction to  the commune, and the beginning of some of the happiest times of our lives.

[Alfresco 11,631]

@steve25805 Another excellent story.  Sounds like the commune is the place to be!  or is that the place to pee?

[Sillyme12345 8]

This is one of the best pee stories I have ever read. A combination of how much I like naughty peeing, how much I'm a hippy, how much I care about the environment, and the love for a life living on a commune that embraces naughty peeing as good. I want to live on a commune like this some day. Maybe even start one some day. If I start a community of people where people can pee where ever, I will provide information on here, to find naughty pee ers would would like to live in a community house where people can pee on the floor when ever they want.  

[steve25805 126,023]

Sadly, it is not a true story but something I made up in my own head, though I did aim for as much realism in a hippy commune setting as I could imagine.

 

[glad1 2,832]

5 minutes ago, steve25805 said:

Sadly, it is not a true story but something I made up in my own head, though I did aim for as much realism in a hippy commune setting as I could imagine.

 

Steve, as much as anybody, you should know that life often imitates art.

[Ms. Tito 2,396]

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[Lutab 1,052]

Great story!! Really hot. I look forward to reading more. 🙂