by Violet Blue
I wondered what Justin would choose. Although my Internet-whiz husband spent his days in front of a computer screen, he kept in shape by swimming laps at lunchtime at the health club next door to where he worked. Knowing how much he liked being in the pool, I guessed he might want to try skinny dipping. Thinking of his long, lean frame floating naked next to my shorter and extremely busty figure had me all kinds of hot and bothered. I put a star next to skinny dipping on my “interested” list.
But I never dreamed he’d want to try pee play—the other kind of watersports. It didn’t gross me out or anything. I’d just never considered it to be sexy. I was totally shocked when Justin listed having me pee on him as number one with three stars on his “like to try it” list.
Negotiation has always been the hallmark of our relationship. So when I got over my shock, I took a deep breath and said I’d think about it. I got online and did some research. We talked. I was really embarrassed when Justin said he sometimes surreptitiously sniffed my panties. Now that sounded sexy. When I blushed, he picked up the thong I’d just taken off, closed his eyes, and inhaled deeply. The look of bliss on his face turned me on so much I jumped him and we fucked right there on the floor in front of our closet.
But no matter how much the idea of peeing on Justin was starting to intrigue me, I couldn’t get turned on by the thought of the mess we’d have to clean up later. Justin had said he’d be glad to take care of things. That still didn’t sound like such a hot idea. I like to cuddle afterward. Eventually, though, the more I researched, the more I realized I was going to have to confess the real reason for my hesitation.
I’ve always been pee shy. Unless my bladder’s ready to burst, I can’t even go in a public restroom when somebody’s in the stall next to me. Even then, when I finally let go, it’s just a trickle, just enough to relieve the worst of the pressure. If I was that way around other women, I couldn’t begin to imagine peeing around a man, even my husband.
Justin said he understood, but I could tell he was disappointed. The next week, when he left on a business trip, I invited my neighbor, Carol, over for coffee and spilled the beans. She and I both work at home, and we take our breaks together when we need to talk. She’s one of those people you can say anything to, and know it won’t go any farther. I also knew from her discussions about her own life that she was active in the local fetish scene. As usual, she was sitting at my kitchen table wearing just the bottom of her swimsuit and a see-through cotton tee that reinforced how totally uninhibited she was. Every time she moved, her short brown curls bobbed and her full breasts strained seductively against the well-worn material.
“I bet you think I’m really silly,” I blushed, keeping my eyes glued to my cup.
“Sounds pretty normal,” she said with a laugh. I looked up to see her grinning wickedly at me. “Lots of people have that problem. It’s easy to fix.”
“Yeah, right.” I set my mug down with a thunk. “Are you telling me I can learn to pee in front of other people?” I shook my head, but this time it was my turn to smile. “No way, Carol. I’m too much of a closet case.”
“Are you saying you don’t want to try?”
Her question stopped me cold. Carol has a way of nailing you with her steely gaze until you squirm. I suddenly remembered in no uncertain terms why she was such a well-respected dominant in her community. I blushed and rolled the cup in my hands.
“Are you telling me even I can learn to do it?” I countered.
“Sure. I taught a class on it last summer. Um, a private class,” she said, winking. “I’d be glad to help you out.” Her eyes traveled slowly up and down me, then locked on mine, her interest obvious. I felt as if she’d undressed me with her eyes—and liked what she saw. My face heated again.
“Afterward, I’d be able to…you know,” I took a deep breath, “pee for Justin?” My voice came out in a scared little squeak.
“Sure, honey. You want to try?” She eyed me over the top of her glass, and waited.
I looked at her, at the floor, at my mug, and swirled the last of my coffee, all the time thinking of how my pussy had tingled at the look on Justin’s face when he sniffed my panties. My face felt as if it was on fire when I finally looked up at her and gulped, “Yes.”
Carol’s grin made me shiver. She picked up the pot and refilled my cup. “Drink up, Amber. The lesson starts right now.”
Five cups of coffee and one multivitamin later, I was squirming in my chair. My jitteriness wasn’t only from the caffeine. Carol had assured me that the coffee was just enough of an irritant that I’d really feel inspired to go—especially with that much fluid in my bladder. And the vitamin would make my urine bright yellow. When I had to go so badly I was crossing my legs, she marched me to the bathroom and turned on the shower full blast. She made me stick my hand in to test the temperature.
“Warm enough, Amber?”
“It’s fine,” I grimaced, bending forward and squeezing my legs together to keep from wetting my pants.
Carol laid her hand gently on my belly, pressing very, very lightly. I groaned, clenching my muscles as hard as I could. She laughed and kissed my forehead lightly.
“I’m going to step outside now, Amber. Close the door and tell me when you’re naked.” She moved away, but stopped with her hand on the doorknob. “Don’t even think of lifting that toilet seat.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I whispered, almost shutting the door on her in my hurry. I tore off my clothes, then took a deep breath, my legs still squeezed together, and choked out, “I’m ready.”
Her voice was muffled, but I could hear her laughing. “I’m going home now, girlfriend. I’ll lock the front door behind me. You climb in that shower and stand in that nice warm water until you pee right into it. Don’t you dare get out until you go. Let the water flow all over your body, down your breasts and your belly, and between your legs….”
“Good-bye, Carol!” I shouted. Ignoring her hoots of laughter, I hopped in the shower and yanked the glass door closed behind me.
The water hit me with a vengeance. I shuddered so hard every hair on my body stood up. It felt almost good, in a weird sort of way, almost as if I was coming. Damn, I had to go.
It took a long while, though. I forced myself to keep my legs open, just the way Carol had told me to. I couldn’t help clenching, even though I had to go so badly. Finally I turned so that the water ran down the whole front of my body. My eyes flew open as a trickle of hot fluid seeped out of me. I looked down between my legs at the bright yellow runnel fading to pale in the water swirling at my feet. I leaned back, letting the water hit between my breasts, so that it fanned out over my belly , warm and relaxing and comfortable. With a whoosh, my muscles let loose and a bright yellow stream gushed out onto the white porcelain floor of the tub. I stayed like that, panting, until my bladder was empty and the shower had rinsed the last evidence away. Suddenly I started to giggle. I climbed out and hurriedly dried off. Wearing only my towel, I rushed to the phone to call Carol. I felt positively wicked. And there wasn’t a drop of mess to clean up.
Carol ordered me to stay in my bathrobe all day—in fact, every day until Justin came home—so that every time I had to pee, I could practice. Thank God I didn’t have to drink any more coffee, though. Apple juice and water worked just fine. Pretty soon, I was able to hop in and pee without even thinking about it.
The hard part was playing with myself while I did it. Per her directions, I called her with an update each day. On Thursday, she told me to start rubbing my clit just before I went, and to keep rubbing the whole time I peed. I was so embarrassed that my face felt hot, even in the privacy of the shower. But Carol’s first set of instructions had worked. And oh God, this one did, too. She’d forbidden me to masturbate, unless I was peeing. Pretty soon, I was so horny that I was drinking extra juice just so that I could hop in the tub more often.
I was really nervous about Saturday night, though. Carol had told me she was going to come over, so that I could
get some “private” practice peeing in public. Contradiction in terms or not, if I was going to pee for Justin, I was going to have to get over my overwhelming trepidation about going in front of other people. I changed into a satin robe and laid one out on the bed for her. She arrived right after I’d finished curling my hair. I tried not to think about how beautiful she looked when she stripped and slipped into the bright-blue belted robe.
We sat on the couch, relaxing over glasses of white wine and soft music. Pretty soon Carol had pulled me up against her warm, full breasts, laughing and stroking my hair as I giggled and animatedly told her of my adventures during the week. Her fingertips had slipped inside the front of my robe and were gently stroking my belly. Eventually, I started fidgeting. She knew why. I blushed as she purposefully handed me a full glass of water and said, “Drink, sweetie.”
By the time the glass was half empty, I was leaning hard against her, squirming and dutifully swallowing each time she raised the glass to my lips. She slipped her fingers inside my robe and trailed her fingers over my belly with a light, but still definite, pressure.
Finally I whispered, “I really have to go.” My face was so hot I thought it was going to burst into flames.
“Are you sure, Amber?” As she spoke, Carol increased the pressure on her hand just the tiniest amount. I gasped and squeezed my legs together, shivering as I choked out, “Oooh, yes!”
“Very well, sweetie.” She stood up, pulling me to my feet. “Let’s go to the bathroom.” Her voice was very calm and nonchalant, but my whole body trembled as I took her hand and let her lead me down the hall. She closed the bathroom door and turned the shower on. I clenched my legs together hard. Carol didn’t look back as she tested the water and said, “Strip.”
I nervously dropped my robe. She motioned me toward the shower.
“Stand in the water, but don’t you dare go until I tell you to.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I whispered. I stepped in the shower, then suddenly crossed my legs, astonished to realize that I was so accustomed to going in the water now that I was really having to fight not to go.
“Kind of a surprise, isn’t it?” She grinned, leaning back against the sink.
“Yes,” I whispered, holding my legs together tightly.
“Do it,” she said calmly. “Just the way you always do.”
I carefully spread my legs, shivering as the water washed over my belly. I could feel my bladder getting ready to let go.
“You’re not masturbating.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, my face burning as I gingerly touched my finger to my clit. I wasn’t going to rub. It was just too embarrassing. But then the first drops leaked out, and somehow, it just felt so right to rub while I peed. Then I didn’t have any more time to think. I shivered again, releasing my control for just a moment. My bladder let loose and I groaned as my pee splashed out into the tub.
The sound of Carol’s applause had me hiding my face in the shower spray. “Bravo, Amber. You’re an excellent student.”
“Um, thanks, I guess,” I said with a blush, turning off the water and grabbing for my towel. I tugged, and looked up to see Carol holding onto the other end.
“You’re welcome,” she said firmly. With that, she took the towel and dried me off, thoroughly, rubbing vigorously between my legs while I blushed profusely . Then she dressed me in my robe, tied the belt, and led me by the hand back into the living room. Half a movie, another glass of wine, and two full glasses of water later, I was fidgeting like crazy again. Carol led me back to the bathroom. I stepped in the shower and closed my eyes, pressing my finger to my clit and concentrating hard on relaxing, waiting for her command. Suddenly, I felt her hand beneath mine. My eyes flew open to see her standing outside the open door, her beautiful naked breasts and neatly trimmed pubic hair shimmering with water spray.
“Pee, Amber,” she ordered.
I stared at her, my mouth hanging open, as she purposefully slid her fingers between my labia. She leaned over and kissed my breast, ignoring the light splash of water on her face.
“I said, pee, Amber. Rub your clit and relax your bladder muscles. Now.”
I stared, fascinated, as her tongue lapped over my areola. The tip hardened, as if it was reaching up for her touch. Her lips closed around my nipple and she sucked, long but deeply. As the sensation vibrated into my belly, my bladder let loose and I was peeing all over her hand. Her fingers held me open so that I could feel her touching inside my inner labia, feel her finger brushing my urethra as my urine gushed out. I came, shaking against her while she sucked my breast and played with my streaming pee.
I moaned, leaning hard against her. I was embarrassed to look at her, and too aroused to look away from where her lips were softly kissing my nipples and her fingers were still lightly caressing me.
“Let’s go watch the end of the movie,” she said with a smile. Trembling, I nodded. With both of us wearing just our towels, I let her lead me back into the living room to face another round of drinks.
This time, I lasted until the end of the video. I was shaking at the thought of what was going to happen. But the insistent touch of Carol’s hands massaging my belly and the pressure in my bladder told me I was getting close. This time, Carol excused herself briefly before leading me back to the bathroom. When she drew me in, I was surprised to see a Water Pik hooked up to the sink next to it, the nozzle resting on the edge of the tub.
Carol turned the shower spray on very lightly, angling the head toward the middle of the tub. Then she turned on the flow to the Water Pik.
“I’ve adjusted the temperature,” she said, peeling off her robe. This time, I let myself stare at her beautiful body. Her nipples were soft and full from the heat, her whole body slightly flushed above the small dark thatch between her legs. She climbed in the tub and sat down, then patted her thigh.
“Sit between my legs, Amber. You know what it feels like with my hands on you when you pee and when you climax. Now you’re going to learn what it feels like when I make you come.”
I was trembling when I dropped my robe and stepped into the soft spray of the shower. As I leaned back against her breasts, the shower hit right on my belly.
“Relax,” she murmured, calmly and soothingly running her hands over my belly, pressing just enough to let me know she meant business. When I squirmed and arched back into her, her hand slid lower. I gasped as her fingers spread my pussy lips. The water tickled over my pussy. With her other hand, Carol picked up the Water Pik and turned it on. At first, she directed the warm jet onto my belly. I gasped, arching up toward her.
“Not yet,” she said, gradually moving the jet lower. “Stroke your breasts.”
I moaned as jolts of sensation shot from my breasts to a spot deep inside my belly, teasing against my bladder. Each time I clenched my pussy muscles to hold back the pee, my cunt quivered. The jet moved lower, splashing over my labia. Then the water squirted over my clit. I gasped as waves of sensation washed through me.
“Now,” Carol ordered. She held my labia open with her fingers, pressing firmly into my belly with the heel of her hand. As my bladder let loose, she directed the jet straight onto my clit. I screamed, bucking against her, the wonderful relief of peeing mixing into the orgasm exploding through my cunt. I collapsed into her arms, shaking.
“You’re almost there, Beautiful,” she whispered, nuzzling my neck as she directed the spray back onto my belly. The wonderful warm water washed over me, relaxing me to my bones as I snuggled back into her. “Tomorrow night, you’re going to sit in the tub on Justin’s cock. You’re going to finger your breasts while he holds your pussy lips open and presses your belly with the palm of his hand and squirts the Water Pik jet over your clit. And when you climax, you’re going to pee all over his hand and shaft while he comes up your cunt. Can you do that for me, Amber?”
“Oh, yes, ma’am,” I whispered, whimpering as Carol once more peeled my labia open and directed the jet straight onto my clit. The climax r
olled through me this time, long and low and shuddering, the last few drops leaking out of me as the tremors passed and I relaxed into her grip.
Carol kissed me softly on the neck. “Make me proud, Amber. My reputation’s at stake here.”
Monday morning, Justin called her at the crack of dawn to tell her her reputation was still unblemished. Then he made a fresh pitcher of juice, called in sick, and hauled me back into the shower.
Remembering
CELLA O’TOOLE
I lie here thinking of you, my cunt tingling with want. All of my attention is focused between my legs and I know that my desire has made my opening slippery to welcome you—or at least to welcome the thought of you.
I think of your cock and how it looked last night, firm and huge, rising erect from your lap as you sat on the bed, like a flagpole announcing your interest in me. The pink color of it was like a beacon, inviting me to lean over, lick it, suck it, taste its saltiness, and feel the velvety softness of its head. I remember the feel of your cock as it pushed against my pussy lips, spreading them with its swollen size, sliding through my slickness to ram its hardness into me. I remember how it felt to be filled by you, and to be fucked and fucked and fucked, the heat spreading through my insides like a golden glow, telling every cell it touched “You’re OK. You’re OK.” I remember how your cock seemed to grow ever bigger, the pressure of your organ against the interior walls of my own a tight fit that seemed like a gift from heaven.
I remember how it felt as I rode you, as I screamed with ecstasy, how you grasped at my breasts, hungrily, as though fondling them was the greatest pleasure you’d ever felt. (What a gift you give to me when you take pleasure in my body!) I remember how you squeezed my breasts, pushed them together, made me feel sexy by creating cleavage from my A-cup breasts, stroked and pinched my nipples until they hardened and reached out to you. How, accepting their invitation, you took them into your mouth one by one and sucked and nipped, triggering wave after wave of orgasm in my already pulsating cunt.