It started when I was 18. I was with a group of friends at a music festival.
You know the type of thing, 50,000 sweating bodies in a field somewhere. We
had been drinking beer all day and I was dying for a pee. I couldn’t face
the inevitable cue for the toilet, and anyway, I would probably never find
my friends again in the crowd. I guess I must have been pretty drunk, I
don’t think I would have dared otherwise! I was surrounded by people all
looking up at the stage. I parted my legs a little, hitched up my skirt a
little, held my panties to one side and just let it flow!
It was the biggest thrill! I could feel the hot piss splash onto my shoes
and legs, I probably ever pissed on a few legs, but no one noticed what I
was doing.
In the days that followed I thought about it often, the thrill of being so
filthy & pissing in public really began to turn me on. The more I thought
about it the more it made me hot. Soon I was masturbating as I fantasised
about peeing in public. It was inevitable that I would soon have to do it
again, if only for the thrill.
The next time I planned it. Dressed in a slip dress and not wearing panties
I took off to the local park with a book. I positioned myself on a bench at
the end. Sitting so my skirt was behind me and my bare ass was on the wooden
slats of the bench I began to ‘read the book’. Slowly I let the pee trickle
out of my pussy, wetting the bench and dripping onto the grass below. I
watched the people around me who were unaware of what I was doing. I was so
turned on! Half of me wanted to shout ‘come and watch, I’m wetting myself!’.
Instead I rushed back to the car and rubbed myself to orgasm.
Again I kept fantasising about what I had done. I had to do it again!
Over the next few weeks I got more and more bold. I started to rub my clit
as I urinated. I got more daring, even pissing down my leg as I walked
through the mall.
Then I got the opportunity to really test my nerve.
I was walking back to the car that was parked in a quiet underground car
park up town. I was just fantasising about peeing right there when he jumped
out. He was not bad looking, tall, dark hair & about 35. He laughed as he
flashed me.
I wanted to run, but the thoughts I had been having as I walked to the car
took over. I stood and stared at his dick, which grew and twitched as I did.
I think he was pretty freaked out as he just stood still and stared at me.
I reached down to the hem of my skirt and lifted it slowly, exposing my
trimmed, pantie-less pussy.
His eyes nearly popped out. He began to masturbate as he watched.
I squatted in front of him and began to pee. Letting out a steady stream of
golden urine, creating a growing puddle between us.
He was pumping hard on his dick and within a few seconds gasped as he began
to cum. As I continued to pee his cum splashed in the puddle of my urine
between us, little rafts of white sperm floating across the lake of urine I
had created.
When we had both done we just looked at each other and walked away.
That night I think I made myself cum a hundred times fantasising about the
encounter. I dreamt of all the possible outcomes. I was going wild with
desire for this guy watched me pee.
My fantasies took over and common sense was forgotten as I decided to go
back to the car park the next night. He must have been through the same
because he was waiting for me.
He led me to a very quiet corner of the car park and just crouched at my
feet looking up. It took me a few seconds to get it.
I lifted my skirt and with two fingers separated the lips of my pussy. Then
I began to pee over him. He opened his mouth as my yellow stream splashed on
his face, taking big gulps of my urine. His white shirt was wet with my
yellow pee as I directed the stream over his head, wetting his hair.
He took out his cock and began to wank, so I directed some of my piss over
his dick, causing him to gasp and pump his dick even harder.
Then, when I was done, he leant forward and began to clean my pussy with his
tongue, quickly bringing me to orgasm as he licked my clit.
I left him there, knowing he would be back the next night.
TO BE CONTINUED (if I get enough requests at davidlavenham@hotmail.com!)
by David Lavenham
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The Lady Loves to Pee Part 2
F MF Pee Urine Voy Exhib Watersports Scat
by David Lavenham
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Thanks for all the requests – here is part 2.
Over the next few days the cycle continued. I would spend most of the day
dreaming of my mysterious lover, fantasising about our games, reliving the
feeling of his tongue on my pussy. I could close my eyes and picture the
stream of my pee as it played across his face, the smell of urine mixed
with the exhaust fumes and petrol in the car park, the sound of my piss as
it splashed onto the concrete floor.
Like any addiction I felt I was in control, but the reality was I desired
more and more thrills. I began to wonder what his piss tasted like, I dreamt
of his cock in my mouth as he peed down my throat.
As I entered the car park that night I had already decided what to do.
He was in his usual place, behind a pillar on the lowest, quietest level.
Instead of getting out of the car I flashed the lights and gestured him
over.
‘Get in’, I said. It was the first words we had spoken.
He was silent as we drove back to my apartment, just staring at me, looking
my body up and down. At the first set of lights I took hold of his hand and
guided it up my skirt, allowing him to finger my pussy as I drove.
Still silent we climbed the stairs to my apartment, as the door closed
behind us I turned to face him and nodded towards the bathroom. I had laid
some towels down on the stone floor, causing him to smile at my forethought.
As he stared I slowly peeled off my dress, revealing my bra, panties and
suspender set, bought specifically for the occasion.
I stepped forward and began to undress him, admiring his muscular body as I
helped him out of his jeans and T-shirt.
We stood and started at each other for a while.
I sank to the floor at his feet, lying on my back.
‘Please’, was all I needed to say.
He stood over me and took hold of his dick. A shiver of anticipation shook
my body.
I focussed on his dick, he pulled his foreskin back a little. Then it came,
the first hot splash on my neck. I gasped as his hot urine jet moved down my
body, wetting my bra, splashing on my stomach, trickling between my legs and
down my sides. His pee was yellow green and pungent. He directed the stream
back up my body, aiming over my bra, which I had chosen as it turns seethru
when wet.
He hesitated at my neck so I opened my mouth to encourage him. With my eyes
closed I could not see him, but I felt the hot stream move up my neck. As it
hit my chin a few splashes fell into my mouth, then, suddenly, my mouth
began to fill with hot urine. It tasted odd, kind of bitter, salty, almost
like a metal.
I shut my mouth and swallowed, feeling the hot liquid disappear down my
throat into my stomach. With my mouth shut he was pissing over my face and
hair, soaking me with his piss.
Then the power began to die. The steady stream reduced to a trickle. I
opened my eyes as the last few drops fell onto my tits.
I realised I was playing with myself. Lost in my dream world I had
instinctively began to masturbate.
He knelt next to me and ran his hands over my wet body. Holding my nipples
in his fingers through the material of my bra. Then he began to lick his
urine off me, his tongue probing my belly button like a butterfly drinking
from a flower.
He pulled down my panties, easing them over my stockings. Holding them in
one hand like a fruit he squeezed them over his mouth, drinking his own
piss.
Shit, I thought, he is depraved!
As I watched his ritual I felt my stomach tighten as an orgasm gently
caressed by body.
Once he had wrung my panties dry he helped me to my feet and lay beneath me.
It was my turn. Still wearing my wet bra and stockings, with my piss soaked
hair dripping on him, I crouched over him and began to piss. Holding my
pussy open and directing the stream I starting with his face. He opened his
mouth and drank down my hot yellow pee. I slowly directed the stream down
his body until I was peeing over his hard cock as he wanked himself. I
watched the wet patches on the towels grow as my piss mixed with his.
Then, as my stream of piss died to a trickle I crouched over his cock,
slowly lowering myself onto his manhood.
I was wild with lust and rode him hard. Bouncing on his dick, gyrating to
get him deeper and deeper in me. I screamed as a huge orgasm ripped through
me, gasping for breath as it subsided. He responded with jets of hot cum. I
could feel them fill my pussy and seep into my womb. He grunted as he came,
filling me with shot after shot of hot cum.
I flee forward and lay across him as we both stopped to recover. I could
feel his dick still twitching in my pussy.
He held me under my arms and lifted me up. Moving beneath me he sat me on
his face and began to lick my pussy, sucking his cum from my pussy. His
tongue was probing deep into my hole as he sucked and licked our juices from
my body.
He worked his way from my vagina and backwards towards my arse. Holding my
buttocks apart he began to lick my arshole, pushing his tongue against my
sphincter.
Part of me was shocked, I hadn’t expected this, but I was so turned on I
couldn’t stop. I felt he finger push against my tight arse button. He pushed
a little harder and I felt the muscle give way as his finger slipped into my
dirt hole. Then he pulled it out and I watched as he licked it. He had his
eyes closed like a wine connoisseur as he tasted his shitty finger.
He spoke. His voice was low and gravelly. The shock of the broken silence
startled me and I didn’t quite hear what he said.
‘Shit’, he said again. It was not a swear word it was a command.
Oh my god. I was disgusted, how could he do this? Why would he want to eat
my shit? But I was hot at the depravity, the thought that someone wanted to
eat the excrement from my body.
I strained. Booking down between my legs I could see him with his mouth open
expectantly.
A small brown turd appeared at the opening of my arse and slowly elongated.
He licked it with the tip of his tongue and I felt it move as he pushed the
turd hanging half out of my body. He opened his mouth and let it drop in.
Chewing my shit before gulping it down. He put his mouth over my arse. I
could feel his tongue probe my hole as i forced the next lump of shit into
his mouth. He rubbed his lips over my arse, covering them with my shit and
then licking them.
He ate every piece of shit before he finally laid me back on the wet towels.
Slowly he kissed his way up my body. He had shit around his face and was
leaving shitty brown lip marks on my skin as he did. Then his face was over
mine. I could smell my own shit on his breath. See the brown stains of my
excrement on his lips.
He leant forward. He was going to kiss me. I was confused. Horrified at the
smell and sight of his dirty brown lips, but turned on by the depravity of
the situation.
I parted my lips slightly and prepared myself for the taste of my own
shit………..