Pissing Blog

It’s a bit of an experiment, this place, and a unisex toilet. No one’s ever thought such a thing would work before. No way a woman was going to stand up and piss at a urinal, even with other women present, still less with a man standing at the stall next to her, leaning over to watch. But this place is a little different. It’s a kinky sex club, and all the ladies at this particular place are more broad-minded than most.

Here come the first three now. Two young blondes, all perfume and high-heels, with a young, enthusiastic man in their company. You can see his disappointment when they both disappear into the WCs, leaving him behind. “I’m not using those things unless I have to,” says the taller, slimmer one. “That’s for you, Mike.”

The doors slam, and Mike, despondent, pulls his cock from his fly and goes up to the urinal as usual. Well, not as usual actually. He can still hear them.

“Oh Christ, I’m fucking desperate!” says one of them, over the gentle sound of knickers being dragged hurriedly down over stockings.

“Me too!” declares the other, but the sound of her preparations is drowned out by the sounds of a loud groan from the first girl, and the delicious sounds of her busily squirting her load.

“Ahhhhh!” Sssqu-IRT, splatter, splatter, Squ-IRT, splatter, splatter, Ssssqu-IRT, Sssqu-IRT, tinkle, tinkle, tinkle. Pause.

Squ-IRT. Squ-IRT, spurt, spurt, tinkle. Rip! As she drags the paper from the roll.
The second girl starts off more daintily. Tinkle-inkle-inkle.

She’s sitting further back, and leaning further forward, so that the jet goes straight into the water, and once she gets going, it goes

Twoddle-oddle-oddle-oddle-oddle-iddle-iddle-ip. Tworp. Tworp. Twip. Rip!

Poor Mike. He’s standing at the urinal with a boner bigger than he can remember ever having, desperate to piss and unable to pass a drop. The girls’ toilets flush and he hastily and despondently wedges his cock back into his trousers.

“Coo, you took your time,” says the tall girl, seeing him still standing there.

“I thought these things were supposed to be quicker.”

“I couldn’t go,” he says hopelessly.

“I can see why!” she says, looking at his crotch, and the girls laugh together as they all leave.

Half an hour later, Mike comes back in, more desperate, and alone for a few seconds. As he is just about to unzip himself, he is joined at the next stoup by the most fabulous creature. She’s nearly six-feet tall, more in her high platform boots, tanned with long dark hair worn piled under her hat. Sadistic-looking shades, and from the waist down she’s all PVC, zips and buttons. She looks him straight in the eye over the shades, raises an eyebrow and gives him a wicked smile. She tugs on the buttoned panel in her trousers and she is naked from navel to ass-cheek, dense black pubic hair stark against the white flesh where her bikini pants go, over-flowing this triangular patch into the warm mahogany color of her tummy and thighs, spreading outward almost to her hip bones, and upward in a thin trail to her belly button. Her wrinkled labia and thick hooded clit protrude purple and obscene, from this forest of black. She starts to peel her labia apart, just as a man does with his foreskin as he prepares to piss.

Mike’s cock is now out, but already useless to him. There’s no need to pull his foreskin back, because it has rolled back of its own accord, his erection stiff and throbbing. She looks across at him.

“I see you’re having problems over there,” she says in an American accent.
“Why don’t you come and use mine?”

Mike looks at her dumbfounded.

“Sure, come on over. We can go together.”

He goes and stands next to her. She cocks her leg so that it is at his hip, and has him hold it. Her left arm goes round his neck, and he can see the hair in her armpit as dense as that on her cunt. He directs his stiff penis into the narrow stoup between them. His heart is pounding at the eroticism of what he’s doing. A girl he’s never met has her clit inches from his cock. He can feel the heat of her pussy-flesh radiating against his glans. She peels back her foreskin and the head of her clit pops out, rude and aroused. Her labia separate and expose her vagina, twitching either with arousal, or the effort of keeping her piss in. A dribble of creamy fluid is oozing from her hole – her own passion, or the remnants of some lunchtime lover’s spunk?

“Well, partner,” she says, “Are you ready?”

“I really don’t think I’m going to be able to manage it,” says Mike, his hand clutching his rock-hard cock. “Not that, anyway!”

“Sure you can, ” she says, reassuringly.

“In a moment, anyway. I’m afraid I can’t wait any longer.” Her vagina gives one last twitch and then

Squ-IRRRRRRRL! A huge, strong, desperate jet of golden piss squirts out of her cunt and gurgles into the stoup. She angles her hips mischievously and suddenly it is squirting directly onto Michael’s glans. It is amazingly hot, steaming as it rinses down over his shaft, trickling off his balls, but all the time the hot, scalding, bath-tap jet of the big American girl’s piss squirting with the pressure of a desperate bladder onto his naked cock-head.

Mike gives a groan, and creamy semen is leaking slowly from the slit in his knob. Without a single wank, a great jet of come ejaculates onto the girl’s trousers and dribbles down the black PVC, as his cock flips up out of the stream of piss and then back down again into it. She angles her hips in invitation, and he is able to wank the next spurt all over her right cunt-flap, and then whatever spunk she doesn’t piss away, he manages to shoot all over her glossy, slippery cunt-flesh, or thickly, messily into her dark matted pubes. The last few spurts from her foaming cunt rinse the last drops of come from his slit.

“You should be fine now,” she says, buttoning herself up without mopping up, returning to whatever boy or girlfriend she has out in the club with her glorious pussy drenched in a strange man’s sperm.

As she leaves, Mike sighs with thanks as at last his piss fizzes into the urinal.

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I have been member of House of Taboo for several months now and always find the photos and videos on watersports most interesting. At great risk of being considered kinky. I must confess that female urination has always been a turn-on for me. As a small boy, it was quite a regular occurrence to witness girls relieving themselves out of doors – on walks in the park, on the way to and from the village school or at play in the open air, it was guaranteed that one or more of the girls would squat down and water the grass when the urge took her.

Similarly, at the seaside during the summer holidays, it was quite common to see girls relieve themselves in the sand. I have a vivid recollection of this happening whilst I was on holiday in Scarborough as a small boy, when a girl, slightly older than myself, squatted down between two deckchairs and urinated nosily in the sand. When she had finished, she pulled up her pants in full view of everyone. At the annual village fete where I lived in Nottingham, it was a common occurrence to see girls and women break away from the inevitable queue that formed outside the tent marked “Ladies” and find alternative cover to relieve themselves.

I remember having a grandstand view through some bushes as two teenage girls took turns to water the grass in a corner of the field. It was also quite common to witness parked cars on roadsides with girls and occasionally women squatting down watering the grass, usually in the cover of their car doors or in the nearest convenient ditch.

In recent years, however, it seems that most girls and women have lost the art of outdoor peeing. Motorway service stations and the strict “no stopping except in emergency” rule (although why a bursting bladder is not considered an emergency I cannot for the life of me understand!) have resulted in enormous lose which must put tremendous pressure on the local water resources – flushing a pint or less of pee down the drain with two gallons of water is an awful waste, really, and when one considers the amount of chemicals which ultimately end up in the sea, is it really environmentally friendly? This has sounded the death- knell for the majority of “roadside piddling.”

Again, authorities will insist on installing awful chemical toilets at beauty spots, which usually smell so awful anyway it’s much healthier to water the grass. At least the steam and fumes are dissipated into the open air and the soil absorbs the chemicals in the urine, which help the grass to grow. As a phenomenon, it would appear that outdoor peeing seems to be mainly the province of small girls, usually held out in their mothers arms.

Occasionally, also, there is evidence in the car parks of at least two local beauty spots that outdoor peeing by young women under cover of darkness takes place and it is not unusual to see tissues discarded alongside the mark of the puddle. As a great believer in outdoor peeing myself, I have the philosophy that when you’ve got to go, you’ve got to go, and that trees and hedges existed well before toilets were thought of. It is neither dirty nor rude to pee out of doors on rambles, bike rides, picnics etc., and it is really a lot more environmentally friendly. It would be nice to be reassured by other readers that the art of outdoor peeing is not dead.

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Check out these photos of a teen amateur peeing out in the snow. I was digging thru the Peeing Mania galleries today and came across this one from last spring. I realized that I had never posted and it and just had to share it. This teen is incredibly beautiful, but she’s incredibly kinky with her peeing fetish. Peeing inside is just too mundane for her, so while her and her friends are out playing in the last snow fall of the year, she sneaks away and pees. It makes you wonder if she’s willing to do something this naughty in public, what would she be willing to do in the bedroom.

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