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A Paradise called Lavatria: Part 2

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Dany loved to pee on me and drink my own, growing up in a different village she was not raised as I was. She and her sister however, one bored summer afternoon had decided to try it. Her sister was ambivalent and never asked to do it again, but Dany was hooked and had to make due with her own urine. She'd usually keep a glass in her room and squat over it whenever she was thirsty and sometimes when alone she'd lie on her back and deftly position her pussy so she could spray over her chest and into her mouth. It just wasn't the same or as good until she met me. Can you believe that some people in the West, celebrities, only drink their own urine, claiming health benefits that my village has known for some time? In my family it was always best to drink from someone else.

Helping me up Dany said, “I'm glad we waited,” giving me a kiss on the lips, tasting each our own pee in the process.

I'm glad too,” said Christine who we now noticed was a few feet away from us, a breast in one hand and the other buried in her damp panties.

I noticed Christine's skirt was wetter than when I left her but not as soaked as we were, warm wet clothes clinging to our bodies tightly, outlining Dany's tits and my cock. Luckily we had anthropology next. This professor was younger and a lot more lax than the others, letting students pee where ever and however they liked. While we had to be clothed, the professor more often than not was naked during classes, or at least let her tits hang out. The three of us entered the small classroom and took our seats. The professor, Lydia, was already present, large breasts hanging bare at her chest, nipples prominently erect, standing with her legs open wide, fingers exposing her pussy to the classroom. As we sat down she started to pee, firing a spurt of piss down the aisle of desks in front of her, her clear pee pattering on the carpeted floor. This brazen display prompted several other students. A male student in the front row slipped his cock out of the fly of his pants and peed forcefully from his seat, drumming against the professor's desk in front of him. I heard a dripping next to me and looked over to see Christine happily wetting herself, not even bothering to move her sundress out of the way, urine lazily dripping from the plastic seat, soaking her butt in the process. Another female student, who just entered, was now squatting in the doorway peeing noisily onto the floor. It didn't take long for this scene to play out and for class to begin.

Class proceeded as usual and I wasn't distracted by a full bladder. As in Chemistry class, the stream of the lecture was broken by a steady stream of someone relieving themselves on the floor of the room. The sweet sound punctuated by the much smaller room, hissing, pattering and splashing as someone scooted forward in their seat and moved some article of clothing out of the way and let loose on carpet below their desk. Towards the end of class, one classmate, sitting by the door, stood up and walked over to the wall before pulling out his cock and pissed loudly into the trash can. This act was boisterous enough that even the professor stopped her talk and hungrily watched the student empty his bladder. When he finished he noticed everyone was looking at him as he stood there with his dripping dick in hand and blushed slightly. The professor confidently strode over and grabbed the student by his cock, leading him away from the trash can. Lydia was notorious for having a small bladder and it wasn't crazy for her to pee twice in a single class, or maybe it was simply because she was always drinking some sort of fluid and a lot of it. Probably both.

That looks good,” Lydia said, hand still griping the young man's penis as she straddled the trash can. Lifting up her skirt, drips could be seen falling from her engorged pussy lips, lazily rolling down her butt and onto her legs. Her flow increased and her urine joined the young man's in a cascade falling from her crotch, loudly splashing and drumming the interior of the metal receptacle. She slowly started to pump the student's hardening cock as she messily used the waste-bin as a urinal in front of all her students, letting her pussy drizzle down her legs as she cocked her hips from side to side.

Well, I think class can be dismissed a little early today,” she said, firing one last forceful spurt into the bin with a loud hiss, still stroking her pupil's member. “And I'd like, if anyone has to go, to use this can, I want to see how full we can get it.”

Jumping up on the desk, Lydia leaned back, opening her legs and pulled the young man between them. It didn't take any prompting and the student quickly entered her, pistoning against her and the desk, grasping one of the professor's bouncing breasts with a free hand. All the while the professor's gaze was trained on the trash can in the corner. Two male students were busy adding to the two 's liquid in the can, splashing loudly as several students waited behind them, removing their lower garments in ready. When the two young men were done two girls stepped over the can, hips thrusted towards each other as their pussies rained between them. Christine, Dany and I watched for a couple moments before getting up. We would have used the can as a trio, but none of us particularly had to go. Leaving the room we were later told that the class filled the can more than halfway. Lydia dumped the contents down the hallway drain, the student's spunk shiny on her ample bosom, making it clear to anyone what she was up to. Sex between student and professor is rare but it happens. Having a society with a liberal view on sex doesn't give the act the same gravity that it does in the rest of the world. If sex was as easy as it was here would you find it used as leverage? Almost all of Lydia's students have had sex with her, men and women, though not always during class. I myself have fucked her twice in the hallway and once in the classroom after I stayed behind for questions and that's just this month.

Dany still had one more lab so I joined her for lunch at the dining hall while Christine rushed home. Giving me a squeeze to remind me of our missed tryst earlier this morning. With a wink she turned and started home, giving Dany and I a delicious view of her ass, outlined by the darkened wet material of Towards the end of the meal Dany scooted forward, grabbed her glass and brought it under the table. Almost immediately I heard the delicate tinkling of the glass as she started to fill it. I loved how Dany looked when she peed, even though I couldn't see what was happening below the table. The look of pure relief on her face and the tiny gasps she made as she let go of her bladder electrified me. She was pretty cute when she was desperate too, a situation we don't find ourselves in very often. Soon the glass reached it's capacity and Dany placed it on the table top, letting the rest of her pee fall freely to the floor, splashing our feet in the process.

All your pee just went right through me,” giggled Dany before taking a sip of the warm, light yellow beverage.

Yours did too but I want to wait, gonna take the short-long way home.” I was referring to the path that takes you through one of the oldest parts of the city. There was always something fun to pee in or on that way.

Well then, let me top you off,” she said, handing me the warm glass, now half full. I drained the glass, savoring the taste of her urine, its slightly bitter saltiness washing over my tongue, less acrid than this morning's torrential drink.

Taking care of our dishes we left the dining hall and soon parted ways, Dany flashing her ass to me as she left, as if to say, “Don't have too much fun without me.”

I started down the path to the old part of the city, winding streets and close alleys. The tight quarters gave everything a more intimate feel. I had two spots in mind as I walked down the smooth cobblestone, ignoring the telltale wet stains on the walls and the puddles on the road, feeling twinges in my bladder as I passed them. An outside observer wouldn't be pressed to note the several long, shallow gutters that lined the sides of the street, though the one in the middle might raise an eyebrow or two. What the observer would be surprised to find is the smaller gutters leading up from the ones on the street and directly into the houses and businesses on the block! The very buildings of Lavatria themselves have been constructed to accommodate it's citizens, just like any other. Inside these ancient stone homes are floors gently sloping down to a small gutter in each room leading to one or two main arteries in the house that lead out onto the street, either though a small culvert in the wall or in lower economical homes, under the main doorway. This convenient gutter system allows the residents to sustainably relieve themselves where ever and however they please and the systems still work to this day. In some buildings, rooms still have surviving small bench-like structures attached to the walls, over the gutters. On the top of the bench is usually cut a key-hole shaped opening with the front open. The bench, as any one familiar with these old homes, is found to be the perfect size to be seated and have one's genitals exposed to the floor and room. Some of these benches even still exist in the streets, providing relief to our elders in addition to more modern structures. My family's home was a bit more modern and lacked this ancient bench but my best friend's home did. The structure was still in his older sister's room. I can remember the summer of our 18th year, and one particular visit to their house comes to mind. I had always enjoyed staying there, the gutters fascinated me. I loved to watch as my friend and I peed on the wall in his room, as our urine collected together and dribble into the trough. My favorite was when we'd be hanging out in his room and a sudden trickling sound would emerge from the shared wall with his sister's room as her piss flowed down the gutter through my friend's room. This particular sleep-over my friend had gotten a little too drunk and has passed out early for the evening. Not nearly ready for bed I decided to pay his sister a visit for some entertainment.

Hey Leon,” Elena cheerfully greeted as I entered, “Nick pass out already?”

Yeah, with all the beers he drank he's gonna be waking up to a wet bed tomorrow.”

Wouldn't be the first time. I suppose you're still thirsty then? I know I am.”

Just like with my own family, Nick's would also shared in drinking each other's pee. Nick and Elena's father, being from another village, would stick to beer but obliged his wife on regular occasion. Just at dinner, between beers we would pass around our glasses to be filled by each family member. Nick's father opted to instead just pee on the floor. Pants were rarely worn at the dinner table, Nick and I would just have to slide forward enough for our penises to hang over the edge of our chairs, sticking them into his mother and sister's respective glasses, filling them half way and passes them off so each glass was filled by both brother/son and guest alike. Elena and her mother did the same, hanging just off the chair so they could easily release their bladders into our cups, mixing mother and daughter/sister's urine as well. The four of us savored this practice and laughed as the meal went on at how much clearer our drinks became.

Back in Elena's room she announced that she wanted to drink from the tap, and grabbed me by the hand, leading me to the bench. “I want to try something different this time. Sit down,” she said as she slid off her panties and t-shirt, likewise I removed my shorts and shirt. Sitting down my cock and balls freely hung in the open cavity below. I was surprised when she proceeded to lie down, right in the gutter, positing her self underneath me! The bench was just the right size for someone's waiting mouth to fit under.

Pretend my mouth is my cup from dinner, ok” she said as she opened wide.

I didn't need much prompting and eagerly started to pee. I found I didn't need much aiming due to the positioning of the chair and my hot stream fell right on target. The noise of Elena's mouth filling up with my pale golden effluence permeated the room.

So this is why these benches were designed this way,” I said aloud, sating my flow so Elena could respond.

“Haha, yeah, I found out after I caught dad and mom in here a couple days ago. Can you believe it, my dad pissing into my mom's mouth right in my own room. I had to find Nick to try it. Usually we would just sit down and pee right into the gutter from the bench, if we're not being lazy. Now keep going, you can't be done yet.”

She was right and I just continued to let go right into her mouth, splashing all over her small titties between gulps. Slowly my trickle slowed to a stop, dribbling in her hair. Switching places I found myself lying in a gutter of my un-swallowed urine, looking up I had a perfect view of her pussy, lips protruding and parted slightly. Opening my mouth I savored the small warm droplets appearing as she started to give her bladder the go ahead, of which the order was too strong. Her first spurt completely overshot and hit me right in the dick, which was more than enough to make it stand to attention.

Haha, sorry! I guess I'm too excited, but you don't seem to mind.”

Giving it another go her stream fell right into my mouth and I delighted in the salty, almost sweet taste of her nectar. Drinking as much as I could the overflow fell over my chin and onto my chest, rewarming the stone beneath me. When she finished she guided me to her bed and wrapped her hand around my dick, her piss providing just enough lubrication. The room now smelled strongly of our shared toilets and must have attracted her mother, who was now entering the room.

Spying the wet gutter, and how wet we were she knew we used the bench, “Oh don't mind me, I just came in to use the bench again, Elena's father filled me up on it an hour ago and I'm just bursting.” Sitting down on the bench she pulled up her night shirt, she pulled her panties to the side and spread her legs wide, giving us both a view of her pussy. Not a bad sight for my best friend's mother. She must have really had to go as she peed a long stream down the length of the gutter, splashing every which way. It didn't take long for me to cum, Elena aiming my ropes into the gutter, mixing with her mother's flowing piss to be carried out on to the street.

Back to my present situation, I was almost as desperate as I was this morning. On top of a bladder full of Dany's pee I also drank large bottle of water and took liberal advantage of the dining hall's soda fountain.

Halfway through my return home I came to the spot I was waiting for, and almost a bit too late. Down one of the narrowest alleys was a small alcove and nestled in this alcove was a small statue of a nude, spritely young woman with rather large breasts, holding an oddly mouthed amphora. I sighed with relief as I removed my shorts, stepping up to the statue. The mouth of the vase was just the right height and I was able to dip my cock into it's interior. Being a university student I was leaving relatively early so the amphora was not yet full, in fact I might have been the first visitor that early afternoon. There were a number of these shrines all over our country, they belonged to our patron goddess, Urinaelia, daughter of the mighty Cloacina of Rome. Though we long ago gave up our pagan rites these shrines still remained. Omens of good luck were said to befall those that still visited the shrines and gave an offering, and that was exactly what I was about to do. As soon as my cock entered the amphora I let go and a muted tinkling filled the small alcove. Not more than a few seconds into my patronage I heard a soft, “Shit, someone else is here.” I turned my head around to see a young woman, I recognized her from some of my classes. I noticed she was jumping from foot to foot, one hand clasping her crotch while the other struggled with the waistline of her tight spandex leggings.

I'm not going to make it!” She squealed, now using both hands to pull down her spats, fighting with the tight waistband as she lost control. I watched as drops started to form from her two perfect lips protruding tantalizingly from the now darkening spandex. The drops quickly dissipated and a veritable explosion of urine burst forth from between her legs. She was not ready to lose this fight as she struggled to control her bursts of pee. “Ooooh, I don't normally like to wet in public,” she coyly said to me, as if she didn't let this happen often, “But waiting until the absolutely last moment feels so good, doesn't it?” At this point I was forgetting myself and was now pissing all over the small shrine, splashing against the statue, my urine dripping off it's face and hard nipples. Not caring about my tribute any more I turned around, pointing my cock and stream towards her.

She finally got her waistband lowered but the constricting wetness of the spandex proved too difficult to get past her mid-thigh, exposing her tight, glistening, thin slit to me. “Fuck it,” she said as she gave up, savoring in the ecstasy of giving in to her very full bladder, absolutely bombarding the crotch of her spats with thick sprays of hot urine, splashing all over her thighs, an absolute drenching mess. “Sometimes I wish I was born a guy, or at least had a cock, this would save me a mess,” she winked, her eyes glued to my dick hosing the cobblestone between us, our puddles now mingling.

“You should try spreading your lips, the girls I know do it all the time.”

A bit too late for that now,” she playfully interrupted, biting her lower lip. “You'll have to show me how next time.”

Regretfully, I had another pee spot in mind and cut off my stream, letting the last drips freely fall to the ground, while I savored the show in front of me. She didn't take long to finish, her lips now lazily leaking down the insides of her thighs, she didn't bother to wait until she was finished before pulling up her soaked spats, final spurts shining the fabric in the afternoon light.

I'm usually here same time every day, and I usually make it to the statue” she said, again eyeing my stiffening cock as she sauntered away, give me and anyone else she met that day a good look at her wet spats.

I made the way back home completely nude, my shirt and shorts in my bag. I loved the feeling of the sun on my cock as it swings back and forth as I walked. Strolling down the streets I passed a man, pants around his ankles holding his cock and busily peeing in the middle of the lane. Around the next corner I was treated to the view of a shapely bum hanging out of the typical crotch high Lavatrian window, pussy cascading on the outer wall and street below. Even the windows were designed for ease of use. The lower sill also had a unique groove cut into it, the perfect dimensions for a cock to rest, sloping to the outside to drain any liquid that might be poured down it. A lot of women I know try to accommodate these channels for their pussies too. Some even have a shallow bowl on the inside of the frame to cup any liquid that could drip down from a careless dribbler.

After another 15 minutes from the shrine I arrived at my apartment complex, taking in the sea breeze. We were really lucky, our apartments were right across from the beach. In fact I spotted Christine using one of the outdoor showers, which was nothing strange, she always used them, even if she wasn't in the sea. She loved to be watched and there she was completely naked, big, beautiful tanned breasts glistening in the sun and a rare sight of her ass and pussy, encapsulated in a pale triangle, devoid of her usual wet panties. Wetting herself constantly meant that she had to clean herself often and I'd usually catch her like this before and after class. Catching sight of me she beckoned me over with a finger. Setting aside my school bag I joined her in the warm stream of the shower, lips instantly locking, her breasts pressing up against me, hard nipples digging into my chest, likewise my hardening cock rubbing against her slippery belly. Breaking our kiss I instantly drew my mouth's attention to her luscious, soft tits sucking and softly biting each of her hard nubs, while kneading the other with one hand, the other finding Christine's slick insides. Pushing me away from her tits she bent over against the shower supporting herself with one hand while the other spread her pussy, inviting me into her pink warmth. Instead I teased her a bit, rubbing the outside of her lips with the tip of my turgid dick, foreskin peeled back, inserting it in only just so. It was driving her wild as she bucked back, desperately trying to impale herself on my penis. Finally it was too much for me to take an in one thrust I was deep inside her as I could go, Christine squealing in delight as she came instantly. Our moans echoed in the courtyard as I hungrily pumped away at her pussy, pausing only momentarily to give her breasts some attention. It didn't take long for me to reach my light, Christine once again cumming around my cock before I pulled out of her, she quickly spun around, cupping her boobs to create a nice receptacle for my cum.

A poor actress, she giggled, “I've just cleaned myself, and now you've made me all dirty, what are you going to do about that,” eyeing my softening penis. This is precisely why I stopped peeing in the alley, I always have to pee after sex and I wanted to make sure I had enough to make a show for Christine. After some egging on I grabbed my sticky penis and a few drops started to appear at the tip before my bladder gave way, firing a messy stream right at Christine's chest. Her breasts still pushed together, now pooling with semen and piss alike between her cleavage. She loved the show of it, kneeling before me, acting as my toilet in front of our neighbors. Having washed off my cum I aimed my stream at her nipples, giving each ample attention before my bladder emptied.

You know, you made my dick sticky, I could use a washing too,” I said. Standing up Christine nestled her crotch upon my crotch before releasing her warm shower over my shaft. “That always feels incredible,” I said, “Just the thing after sex, hell even before.” With her bladder emptying on my cock we cleaned each other up properly before turning off the water and heading back to our apartments.

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This is incredible.  You are pushing my buttons perfectly.  Very excited for part 3!

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Very hot chapter. I hope there are many parts to come.

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Thanks guys!

I hope I can find it in me to write more. Wetwulf, as I'm sure you know, finding the energy and voice to write (anything really) is a task within itself.

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