13 comments/ 177437 views/ 18 favorites She Pees By: SpankerSam For those who do not enjoy the Fetish of Golden Showers, please skip this story. The writer wrote this for a friend who loves the sport. * * * * * From the moment I read her ad on the message board I was hooked. Here was a woman who loved the thing I loved most. "GS" or Golden Showers for all not so educated. As I felt myself grow hard from just reading her words, I knew I had to contact her. I sat at my desk and the words on the screen blurred. I was transported back to my first time. I had met June in a bar that I frequented. It didn't matter to me that she was older than I was. In fact, that was part of her attraction. She sat alone in the corner, where I had seen her a few times. She never seemed to be with anyone. I knew what she drank from the many times I saw the bartender pour her drinks. I called Fred over and told him to give her a drink on me. He laughed and told me to try fucking a tree. The way she brushed off men, I stood a better chance with the tree. I told him to do it anyway. Shaking his head Fred poured the drink and took it to her. She looked up at him then over at me. I saw her talk to him and he brought the drink back. "I told you. She said thanks but no thanks." I took the glass and set it before me. I paid Fred and told him to pour her another. This went on for about 7 drinks. Finally she laughed. Taking the last drink I had sent her, she came over to me. "You're either rich, stupid or just plain stubborn. I don't accept drinks from strangers." I held my hand out. "Hello. My name is Paul. Paul Urea." She looked at my hand like it had some disease. "Ok! So your name is Paul Piss. That still doesn't give you the right to buy me a drink." She looked at the collection of glasses that I had in front of me. I smiled at her. "If I didn't do anything more than have you come over to me, it was worth the price of each and every glass." I turned around on my stool and paid no more attention to her. She stood there for a few minutes just staring at the back of my head. Then I heard her laugh. "Well at least you showed more ingenuity than most of the jerks in this place. I have to give you that." She sat down in the empty chair next to me. "My name is Shirley. Is your name really Urea?" she had said it all wrong. She pronounced it "U-ree-a" I corrected her and said it was pronounced "Ur-a" "But the way you said it was cute, Paul Piss. I haven't been called that to my face since school. I couldn't help but notice that you sit there often all by yourself. A woman as pretty as you? That seems out of the ordinary." We made small talk and Shirley drank one more drink. "Shame you had to waste so much money for nothing. Maybe next time you'll take no for an answer." I watched her ease off the stool and walk out the door. Fred looked at me with a smile on his face. "Want me to pour these out? I swear Paul, you're one strange bird. But you know something? She don't talk to nobody. I've seen many guys try and hit on her and she ignores them. And you get her to talk to you. Well it did cost you $35 dollars, but what the hell. It's only money." I looked up at Fred. My mind had been on the pair of shapely legs that had just walked out of the bar. "Fred my man! Women like persistence. I knew that if I bought her enough drinks, she would eventually come over just to tell me off. And I'm only paying half price for those other drinks. You're gonna pour them back in the bottle anyway." I had to leave town on business so I hadn't been in the bar for about 2 weeks. But when I did go there later, she was sitting in her same spot. I nodded to a few friends, sat down at the bar and ordered a drink. Knowing what I drank, Fred had one sitting before me before my ass had settled. I tossed him a few bills on the bar and he pushed them back at me. He turned and nodded to Shirley. I raised my glass in toast to her and took a sip. Shirley came over to me and sat down. "Well hello stranger. I heard you were away on business. Welcome back." This didn't seem like the same woman who had snubbed me the first time I tried talking to her. She was a lot more cordial. I gave her a good look. She had small tits but they looked to be a mouthful. I knew from watching her the last time that she had nice legs and a great ass. But what caught my eye was the chain that hung from her neck. I know jewelry and her chain was pure Platinum. "That is one very expensive chain around your neck. I'd say it was pure Platinum worth a good penny." Her hand went to finger the chain. The sweater she wore was kind of loose fitting and when she fingered the chain, it came out from under the sweater. I caught a glimpse of the tiny platinum figure at the end of it. Shirley saw me look and slipped it back underneath her sweater. I couldn't help but smile. I travel a lot and read to kill time. I had heard of people who were into Urination but had never met one. The figure that Shirley wore around her neck was of a woman squatting. There was a fine chain from between the woman's thighs and two diamond drops suspended from the chain. It looked just like a woman peeing. Shirley had a very fair complexion and she blushed a beet red. "Just what the hell is so amusing?" I took a sip from my drink. Then I turned and looked at her. I smiled again and turned back to my drink. She poked me in the ribs. "I hate it when people laugh at me." She turned a picked up her drink. When I saw her shift to get up, I turned to her and spoke. "I would have never guessed that about you. But I can imagine how you would look and the thought is very stimulating." She sat back down and looked at her glass. "Guessed what?" I turned in my seat and stared at her. Shirley kept looking at her glass. Fred came over and stood waiting to take our order for more drinks. He was also trying to ease drop on our conversation. I stopped talking and nodded for him to pour us both fresh drinks. Only when he walked away did I start talking again. "I've traveled a lot and had the pleasure of meeting a variety of people. I met a man once who had a business card that was unique. It showed a woman in just the same position as the one on your chain. Only there was a man lying under her and she was spraying him with her liquid pleasure. Since that time I have been interested in that particular lifestyle. I have read any and everything I could on the subject." Shirley looked up from her glass at me. Then she looked back down into it. "You don't think its nasty or disgusting? Most people don't care to understand that people like different things." This time I laughed out loud. A few people turned to look at us. Even Fred came over to ask if he could get us anything. I shook my head no and took a sip from my drink. "Honey! If I found most things sexual nasty or disgusting I wouldn't have much fun at all. No! Being different doesn't make you nasty, weird, strange or disgusting. But it does make you a very interesting woman to find out about. Besides, like I said the thought of you in that position is very stimulating." She turned to me and this time her face was a bit strained. "Would it be stimulating if you were the one lying in front of me?" I looked at her and kept my face poker blank. Then I turned and took my drink in my hand. I twirled the glass making the ice clink. I never looked at her as I answered. "Is that an offer or are you just trying to find out if I'm telling the truth?" This was a game of chess being played by two very cautious Masters. Neither of us willing to sacrifice a piece to a foolish move. Shirley took a final sip of her drink then placed the glass very carefully on the bar. Without a word, she eased out of her seat and left. Again I watched her hips sway as she strolled out the door. Shirley had no sooner left the bar, than Fred came over to me. "Damn man! The woman has been looking for you since you brought all those drinks that night. What the hell did you say to her?" I looked up at him and smiled. "Fred! If I fucked your wife would I come back and tell everybody about it?" Fred laughed. "Man if you fuck my wife, I'll come back and tell everybody about it. That woman has gained so much weight, I don't rush home anymore. You can have her if you want her." Fred's wife was a joke between us. I knew the woman and she had a body that could stop traffic. Fred told everyone that she was fat and ugly but I knew better. I finished my drink and went to my apartment. That night I was plagued with the dream of Shirley doing to me exactly what we had talked about. I lay on my back and she squatted over me. I stared up into her open pussy and watched in anticipation as her stream of hot, yellow, bitter liquid splashed down on me. I felt the heat of it as she walked it up my body. It started at my hard dick then splashed on my stomach. I felt the heat of it as it hit my chest and could smell the acrid bitter bite of it. But the thing that amazed me was that when I reached my face, I opened my mouth and accepted it eagerly. In fact in the dream, I even lifted up to attach my mouth to her pussy and I drank like a man dying of thirst. I awoke from the dream and realized that I was hard a stone and my hand was stroking my dick. The urge to pee was overpowering and when I walked to the bathroom and stood before the throne I closed my eyes and pictured Shirley sitting there. My stream started between her open thighs. It splashed her pussy and then traveled up her stomach. I watched in amazement as she fingered her pussy as my steady stream washed over her. Only when it splashed her tits did she begin to cum. But I aimed higher and she opened her mouth to receive me. I opened my eyes and was disappointed that she wasn't there. It seemed so real. She wasn't there but the marks of my hose traveling up my wall were. I cleaned it up in disgusted frustration. I went back to bed and tossed and turned the rest of the night. The next morning I awoke and like most mornings, I stood at attention. I lay in bed and tried to get the feeling that the dream had given me. But it alluded me and I quit before I could cum. During the day the thought of her filled my head and each time I pissed I thought of her. I looked at the women in my office and tried to imagine them squatting over me. But they were not my Shirley. She was the one I wanted. Four trips to the bar and no Shirley. I began to think that I had scared her away. Maybe my knowing about her had embarrassed her to the point of finding a new watering hole. Monday I entered the bar and Fred was beside himself. He pushed my drink before me then slid a plain envelope to me. "The woman was in here and paid for a drink and gave me this. She told me if I opened it she would be back to cut my balls off. The way she said it I believe her. Tell her it was unopened for me." I sipped my drink and looked at the envelope. It was sealed with a strip of tape across the flap. You would have had to destroy it to open it. I opened it and started to read. Fred came over and tried to see what was written on it. I told him to watch his face. "You are one of the strangest men I have ever met. Yes I am into that lifestyle. And I have been thinking about you in just the way we talked since that conversation. I don't know if you were for real or just giving me a lot of bullshit. So I'm gonna take a chance. I would like to meet you for dinner to discuss this further. If you want to, just give Fred your phone number and tell him to tell me "Yes" when I see him. If not, it's been nice knowing you." The letter was not signed. I called Fred over and told him that when she came in just tell her that I said, "Yes". "Fred if you fuck this up, I'll be the one to cut your balls off. Just give her this number and tell her I said yes. Nothing more, nothing less." I wrote my number on a card and handed it to him. I finished my drink and left. I didn't go back to the bar for a week. Every day I waited for her call and every night the dreams grew more intense. Then after about a week it came. I had been sipping a drink listening to some soft jazz when the phone rang. "Hello Paul. Did you think I would never call?" I tried to hide my anxiety. "Hello Shirley. I had hoped that you would but if you didn't I wouldn't have committed suicide. Since you called, I guess I don't have to cut Fred's balls off." We both laughed at that. "Do you like Chinese food Paul? I know a very intimate and exclusive restaurant that I would love to take you to." My dick grew as I heard her voice. It sounded much huskier than it normally did. "I think that Chinese food is delicious. And your company would make the meal much more palatable." She gave me directions to her apartment and told me to be there at 6 o'clock the next night. When Shirley opened the door, I wasn't sure she was the same woman I had met in the bar. Everything about her was different. She had an air of assurance about her that she didn't have in the bar. Even her dress was totally different. Shirley wore a very short skirt and a tight blouse. Stockings and high heels topped off her outfit. Her makeup had been meticulously applied. I felt the beginnings of a raging hardon and tried to think of something to say. All that came out was, "DAMN!" She smiled at me. "You like what you see Paul? You may get to see even more if the night goes well. Are you ready?" not waiting for an answer, she grabbed her wrap and brushed pass me. She was waiting by the car door when I finally caught up to her. As Shirley got into the car, I saw the tops of her stockings and her garter straps. I even thought I had seen a peek of bare flesh between her thighs but couldn't be sure. During the ride I couldn't help glancing over at her legs. Shirley kept a smug smile on her face as she gave me directions. When we had left the lights of the city behind, she told me to stop the car. I pulled over to the side. We were in a partially deserted area. She turned in her seat and looked at me. "Do you trust me Paul?" I looked at her not sure how to answer. I decided the truth would work best. "I don't know you well enough to trust or not trust you." She looked into my eyes. "That's a fair answer. Now answer me this. The restaurant I'm taking you to is very private. Only the members know where it really is. I'm going to have to blindfold you. I'm sorry Paul but that is one of the rules. If you don't want to go along with that, we can find another place for dinner." I couldn't believe what she was telling me. I didn't know this woman well enough to place that much trust in her. And yet, the thought of being taken to some secret place where who knew what was going on added to her sexuality. Oh what the hell! In for a penny in for a pound. "Will you promise to be gentle? It is my first time." Shirley laughed as she dug in her purse. She brought out a mask that covers the eyes and slipped it over my face. Then she led me to the passenger side of the car. I sat down in the seat and she asked me to let the seat down so I was in a reclining position. It was strange and exciting and my heart beat fast. My dick also became hard as stone and throbbed constantly. I jumped when I felt her hands slide along my leg and stroke me thru the pants. The car stopped and I heard Shirley get out of the car. I could hear muffled voices outside but I dare not lift the mask until she said so. The door on my side opened and she helped me out without taking the blindfold off. She guided me up some steps and I heard a door open. We stepped thru and the door closed. When she took the blindfold off the room was dim. It didn't take long to adjust to the dim light and I saw three other couples in the foyer we stood in. one woman wore a blindfold also. Shirley said nothing as we were led to our table. This place was very plush. The seats were soft and pulled you into them as you sat down. The table was a small two-person affair but it had room enough to accommodate the plates of food that was brought out. As I looked around the room I saw that it was filled with couples that were dressed for an evening out. Some young some old but all had a look of eager anticipation on their faces. Shirley was greeted by a few men and women and returned their greetings. The food was brought and it was indeed delicious. As we ate and drank we also talked. "Paul, I don't know exactly how you think or feel about what I'm going to say. After we talk if you want, I'll take you home and nothing need be ever said about our little outing tonight. Fair enough?" I nodded and took a sip to wash down the food. "I've been into Golden Showers for a long time. In fact, I'm one of the owners and founders of this restaurant. There is a special thrill when you feel that hot liquid splashing over you and not everyone can appreciate it. All the people that you see around you are into the same lifestyle that I am. This is our refuge. This is where we can come to be with people who share the same pleasures we do. Knowing about GS is not the same as participating in it. The same way knowing about flying is not the same as flying a plane yourself." Shirley placed her hand on my leg and slowly slid it up to my crotch. I couldn't help but let my dick grow hard and her hand soon rested on it. I'm sure that she felt it pulsing. "I've thought about you since the conversation in the bar. I've even dreamed of seeing you lying underneath me as I sprayed your body. I've thought about you standing before me, your hard dick throbbing as I opened my mouth and drank you. But you have to be sure that this is more than just a lark. I live this lifestyle. To me it's more than just a sexual fling. I will share it with you but I need to know that it's something that you want too." Her eyes burned into mine. She wanted some affirmation from me and I didn't know just how to answer her. So I told her the truth. My hand slid along her leg and slipped under her dress. "I don't know how I'll react. I know that since the time we talked, my dreams have been filled with the sight of you squatting over me. I can feel the hot liquid rush from your pussy. I can smell its bitterness and taste the bite of it on my tongue. Now when I see a woman I try and visualize how she would look with hot piss shooting from her pussy. I jerk off and think about it. When I hear it splash in the bowl I get hard. I want to know how it feels." I had slid my hand up her skirt and Shirley opened her legs slightly. When my hand touched her pussy, I found out she wore no panties. Shirley's pussy lips were swollen and smooth. She was shaved. I almost came right then and there. Shirley moaned slightly as my finger slipped inside. She was wet already. "Would you like to piss all over my naked body? Would you love to watch me open my mouth as your stream splashes into it?" Shirley nodded her head as she tilted her head back. I had forgotten that we were in a restaurant until I heard the waiter clear his throat. "Ughuh! Would you like anything else? Or will that be all?" I jerked my hand from under Shirley's skirt. I couldn't talk only shake my head. Shirley opened her eyes and looked at him. "Hello Raul! How's that new baby?" The waiter smiled. "Doing well Ms. So nice of you to ask? And my wife says to thank you for the gift." He walked away with a big smile on his face. Shirley looked at me and I smiled at her as I slipped my wet finger in my mouth. She told me to pull my chair around and I did just in time to see a curtain slide open. A man and woman stood on a stage. They were both fully clothed. The man slowly undressed the woman and revealed all her luscious charms. Then he got down on his knees and lifted one of her legs up over his shoulder. She held onto him as he gave her pussy a good licking. She was near cumming when he stopped. Then she undressed him. His hard bloated cock bounced as it throbbed before her. This time she was the one on her knees sucking him. He was on the verge of blasting her with his cum when she stopped. A voice came over small speakers and asked which one would get to have their pleasure first. She Pees Freely My girlfriend Sarah likes to drink two or three Diet Cokes at lunchtime. Then she leaves it up to me to pick out a public place where she can void her bladder. Being bad like that excites her. It makes her want to fuck me. In my book that's a win-win. It's weird how it's worked out between us. Before we met I could never have envisioned myself becoming a piss-loving slave to a kinkster like Sarah. But now I've grown to love everything about watersports. The build-up of anticipation as she drinks a ton of fluids. The antsy feeling we get while driving to one of Sarah's "events." The adrenaline rush that comes from knowing that if we're caught we'll both end up in the hoosegow for "exhibiting prurient behavior." But all this pales in comparison to the super-charged eroticism we experience when the heavens open up and Sarah lets flow a torrent of pale-yellow pee that floods the streets and violates community standards. Being in love with a dirty girl is nice work if you can get it, but it isn't easy. Recently we chipped in for a video camera and a monitor because Sarah wanted to up the excitement level. Since then I've shot several surreptitious videos that she then had me post online. Not surprisingly, they were a hit. I still remember - and get hard thinking about - the first video I shot. It shows Sarah squatting and pissing on the sidewalk right outside Macy's in broad daylight while dozens of mall-cruising consumers pass by. We had already prepared ourselves for the possibility that some bluenose would take offense and call security. So Sarah hurriedly - but oh-so-sexily - pulled the crotch of her cut-off jeans aside and peed for what seemed like forever. Though I was scared shitless about getting busted, witnessing this wanton act was thrilling to the max. And Sarah got what she wanted - a throng of disbelieving shoppers who stopped to gawk as if they were mesmerized by a shoe sale. The whole episode, start to finish, made us so hot that after we hightailed it out of there Sarah made me stop for burgers - even though she wasn't hungry. While I mangled a Double Whopper with cheese, she bit into two packets of industrial-strength mayonnaise and slathered my cock and balls with the greasy stuff. Then she gave me a double-fisted hand job right there in the middle of the busy lot while a grandma-type looked on in horror from the minivan parked next to us. When I came I made a hell of a mess, but Sarah eagerly vacuumed all the cum and mayo into her mouth, swirled the vulgar cocktail around, then invited my mouth to a spit-swapping party. I have to say, the combination wasn't as foul-tasting as I'd expected. When we got home Sarah had another brainstorm. Why not make a video of her pissing on the deck of our second-floor apartment while the one I'd just shot at Macy's played alongside on the monitor? After all, Sarah reasoned, the people who admired our work expected cutting-edge innovation, so why not give them a double-dose of pussy-pissing Sarah? As a titillating bonus - for us, at least - Sarah would be bottomless, spread-eagled, and clearly visible from the street. You'd better believe that my answer to that was, "Fuck yes!" And though I don't normally like to pat myself on the back, the resulting video was one of our better efforts. In fact, it got "gushing" reviews from the pissaholic posse that clicked onto our website. A few days later it was my turn to brainstorm. I got the idea when Sarah, who was laid out naked on our futon, threw her legs up over her head so that I could watch her insert a tampon. With her ass pointed at the ceiling, a deviant fancy crept into my head. "You have the prettiest asshole," I said, letting my eyes devour the squinting, fully exposed aperture she was presenting. "You should know," Sarah said, spreading her sexy cheeks to give me a better look. "You've licked it, fingered it, fucked it..." "Yes," I interrupted. "But I haven't pissed on it, have I?" Sarah threw her legs down and sat up. She didn't look pleased. "Did I ever tell you that you have the filthiest mind of any guy I've been with? What's gotten into you?" "Can't help myself," I said, giving her a sheepish grin. "I've caught the pissing bug, thanks to you." "Uh-oh," she said. "Baby got the urination jones. Doctors say there's no cure. You're fucked." "So how put off by the idea are you?" Sarah looked at me and frowned, but her eyes danced with dirty-girl mischief. "I think it's a sick, twisted, perverted suggestion," she said. Then she teased my ear with her tongue. "Let's fucking do it!" Boffo! Now the only question was, where could we get maximum exposure with minimal risk?" Well, wouldn't you know we'd end up back at the mall? We parked between a community bank and the entrance to Sears under a magnificent, white-barked eucalyptus tree. As we sat back surveying the scene we killed off our second Coors Light tallboy. "I almost forgot how beer goes right through me," Sarah said, squeezing her thighs together. "I love a woman who can't hold her liquor," I said. We'd deliberately chosen a Saturday for the exposure, but I wasn't quite prepared for the hive of activity that surrounded us. Bargain hunters were everywhere, busily strolling in and out of the parking lot, and I thought to myself: Dude. Hell of a plan you've come up with. Videotaping you and your girl getting your fetish on in full view of the Sarasota Mall. But as usual the danger of being caught excited Sarah, and she started kneading my cock through my shorts. "Not yet, not yet," I said, pushing her hand away as I nervously scoped out the environment. On top of all the humanity lurking about, I knew that the mall was patrolled by a feeble force of yellow-jacketed rent-a-cops. But Sarah's arousal was infecting me as well. I groaned under her persistent touch. "Don't you know that a guy with a hard-on can't piss worth a damn? Besides, you'll know when I'm ready to come, because we'll be out in the parking lot, and you'll be catching my ejac on your pretty face. That's after I've peed all over your lovely backside, of course." "Oh really?" she said. Vocalizing my nasty intentions had spurred her to dip a hand underneath her short skirt and begin to play with her panty less crotch. "So you get to piss on me, and then you get to give me a facial. Sorry, dear, but Sarah needs a little something-something too." "Excuse me? Babe, I've brought the video camera, remember? You're the star of this T-and-A production, not me. I'm just your humble, smut-loving servant." She stopped fingering her pussy and looked at me. "Okay, so you're making me hot, lover boy. But something's missing. Can you guess what it is?' "I was never good at solving riddles." "Well, we're partners, right? So whatever's good for the goose. Get it?" I shook my head no. Sarah pierced me with her devilish green eyes. "Nobody leaves this parking lot," she whispered, "until we're both soaked in each other's urine. Watersports is team sports." Damn. She'd blindsided me again. "Geez, I don't know. How...?" "Easy. I can work a goddamned video camera as well as you can. So we'll do a point-of-view shoot. You film me while you're pissing on my butthole, then I'll film you as I fill up your mouth with my girl-pee." "My mouth?" "Oh God, this is so exciting, isn't it? Now remember, if we draw a crowd don't forget to capture their reactions." I'd seen my share of pee porn, of course. Videos featuring smartly dressed "secretaries" and "business executives" drowning each other in warm piss. I have to admit that I get turned on by this scurrilous form of entertainment. I mean, where else can you watch gorgeous, accommodating women writhing around in piss-sopped panties, or clean-shaven, respectable men drinking from ladies' pee holes? So maybe Sarah was onto something. There were worse things than tasting a girl's squirt. Why not go with the flow, so to speak? "You're right, honeybee," I said. "No sense wasting your precious fluids down the crapper. Who's your little sump dump now, baby?" We got out of the car, giddy and slightly buzzed, and huddled on the passenger side, where we had a small amount of cover from some scraggly bushes. The sun was out, the pavement was warm. I'd stuffed a backpack with the camera and several plush bath towels. In the back seat was a ratty old Army blanket that I dragged out and spread on the ground. But there were ominous signs. People were everywhere, pushing baby strollers, riding skateboards, getting cash at the ATM. And yet, nobody paid any attention to us, two seemingly normal, modestly dressed twenty-somethings just out enjoying the day. "Jesus, I've got to piss like a racehorse," I said. "Good," Sarah said. "Because I like to watch." Then, without warning, she stepped out of her skirt and laid down on the blanket. Holy God, we were actually going to do this! A couple strolling by hand-in-hand looked our way, but they couldn't see much of Sarah through the bushes. Than a mall security guy cruised by in his electric cart, so I gave him a jaunty wave and a big smile, which seemed to convince him that everything was on the level. "That's right, go fuck with someone else," I said when he was out of earshot. "Hurry honey," Sarah said. She sounded urgent. So I grabbed the camera, dropped my shorts, and shuffled over to her. I checked the camera's light meter, polished its lens, then pointed it towards Sarah's inviting rear end. "I want you face down, ass up," I said, feeling like some big shot Hollywood director. But before things could get going some old lady walking her poodle stopped a few spaces away from us, waiting for her dog to poop. She looked like the sort who might alert security. She glanced our way, but after Fido dropped his loaf she moved on. "Whew. Close one," I said. "Did she see us?" Sarah asked, clearly aroused at the possibility. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" "No. Well, yes. But what I'd really like is for you to violate my asshole with your pee-pee. C'mon - piss on me, baby." I pushed her filthy come-on out of my head so that I wouldn't get an erection. Then I turned the camera on and steadied it with one hand while I aimed my cock with the other at Sarah's elevated ass. "And...action!" A car honked. A truck backfired. Some kids were roughhousing inside an SUV while their mother walked into the bank. Could they see us? Well, fuck it. Might as well give them an education. I let go of the finger clamp I'd put around my cock and the dam broke, spilling a couple of beers worth of warm piss onto Sarah's naked ass. Excited, I pointed my leaking schlong - and the camera - at her gloriously exposed anus. Sarah seemed to be enjoying herself, too. "Yes!" she cried. "Oh fuck yes! It's warm! It tickles!" "Open wide," I said. I felt like I could piss forever, but my developing erection was slowing the flow. Sarah used her skirt as a pillow, then spread her ass cheeks open with both hands as I guided my cock to within inches of her narrow, squinting aperture. My piss was running down the crevasse of her cunt and soaking the blanket. It was all so divinely depraved. "God, this is going to look so hot on the video," I said. "It feels yummy. Now be a good boyfriend and go wee-wee in my sphincter. Make me come." Sarah used her fingers to enlarge her asshole, and I watched with fascination as my piss disappeared down her dark, forbidden tunnel. It may have been the first-ever enema given from the head of a dick. But before too long I was spent, my bladder emptied. Sarah, realizing this, popped up like a prairie dog and looked around to see if we'd been spotted. "Look at those guys leaning up against that monster truck," she said with undisguised glee. "They know what's going on, but they're actually getting into it. Well, let's give them a show." She turned and immediately took my pungent-tasting cock in her mouth. Focus, I told myself. Let the camera tell the story. In no time she had my cock as hard as a hockey puck, and having those two jackoff voyeurs watching us was pushing me right to the edge. (If you watch the video today you will see how the camera jerked spasmodically for a second just as my cock erupted all over her splendiferous tits. God, that was good!). But at that moment time was of the essence. People were bound to grow suspicious. Authorities would be notified. So Sarah and I switched positions, and now it was my bare ass getting chilled by the piss-soaked blanket. I handed her the camera and she positioned herself so that her cunt was hovering directly over my upturned face. With her legs spread wide, she put two fingers into the healthy pink corridor of her pussy. "Those two guys are getting closer," she said, nearly breathless. "Oh fuck, I don't care - I'm going to squirt!" "Do it, baby. Do it for daddy. And do it for all those piss-hungry perverts who will be jacking off when they watch this on their computers." I opened my mouth. I'd never had a mouthful of a woman's pee before, but the sight of Sarah fingering her cunt to get her juices flowing inflamed me, making me hot for her bodily wastes. Would her piss taste sweet? Would it taste bitter? I didn't care. I just wanted to gargle it, to swirl it around like a mouthwash, to let it spill over my lips so that my face got as sopping wet as a bathtub washcloth. Sarah squatted, smiling down at me. She aimed the camera down the valley of her belly and straight at my kisser. We could see that the truck buddies had boldly moved in behind us. One of them had his cock out and was openly fondling it. "Perfect," Sarah whispered. This was her moment. The gaze of the two perverts had set the dominoes in motion. She shuddered and cried out like a wounded animal. "I'm coming! I'm coming!" she shrieked, then exploded with a wild, wet climax that released a downpour of pretty yellow pee from her grateful urethra. I let it splash all over my face, and the sound it made was like cows pissing on concrete. It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen, and trust me, I got an eyeful. I washed my hair in her resplendent golden shower as if I was a kid playing around in the rain. And the tangy taste that rolled over my tongue was better than any aphrodisiac. Lost in lust, I felt a mouth suddenly cinch around my steel-belted hard-on, a mouth that I knew wasn't Sarah's. Jesus, it was one of the guys from the truck, the one who wasn't beating his meat. The dude was down between my legs, getting his pants wet, sucking my cock, tweaking my balls. It was the first suck job I'd ever had from a guy, and it surprised me. His tongue was rough, like a cat's, and his cock-gobbling was more aggressive than the girly approach I was used to. But that's not to say I didn't enjoy the fuck out of it!" Sarah, the heady girl, was catching all of this on tape. The camera didn't weigh much, so she was able to cradle it in one arm and shoot while she fingered her clit. The girl was insatiable, and watching a total stranger give me some very enthusiastic head was cracking her nut. Then somewhere in the middle of this wet dream I heard a dog bark. But it wasn't a dream - it was the old lady with the poodle, and she was digging her cell phone out of her handbag. We were busted. She was going to summon the mall cops. And I didn't give a flying fuck. Neither did Sarah. She mouthed a half dozen "Oh fuck!"s, then proceeded to have another bone-rattling climax that dumped a cup or so of acidic squirt into my eager mouth. The guy who was swallowing my cock quickened his pace. The guy who was jacking off had his eyes closed and his head thrown back. He was making little whimpering sounds. Well, never one to left out of the party, I bucked and heaved and went off like a bomb in trucker boy's mouth, unleashing a ribbon of pent-up jizz that splattered his pretty face. Dripping with sperm, the young man quickly pivoted just as his masturbating partner was ready to come and glommed onto the guy's meaty cock. Sarah aimed the camera at the two horn dogs and caught the image of the masturbator letting fly with a powerful spurt of semen that trucker boy snared on his quivering tongue. Playing to the camera, he swished the mixture of his and his orgasms around in his mouth, then showed the gooey mess before swallowing it all. Whew. Sarah and I quickly toweled off. The two truckers told us adios, then jumped the curb in their monster truck and vanished. I grabbed up the wet blanket. Sarah threw the camera in the back. Then I drove like a maniac, imagining the Feds hot on our tail. Halfway home, Sarah, still sexed-up and raring to go, unzipped my piss-saturated shorts and sucked me off right in the middle of mid-town traffic. While she did I imagined how our newest video would soon be burning up the internet. And I wondered how we could ever improve on the masterpiece we'd just created. I came hard in Sarah's mouth just thinking of the possibilities. End She Pees I looked at Shirley and her eyes were glassy as she looked at the stage. She took my hand and placed it on her thigh. A light lit up over the girl and she sat down on the chair that was in the middle of the stage. The man stood before her and began to stroke his dick. The woman never took her eyes off of it and her hand went down to her hairy pussy. "She should be shaved," Shirley moaned. My hand slid up her skirt and her pussy was wetter than before. She opened her thighs wide and my fingers slipped in easily. I looked around and other couples were in various displays of sexual activity. The girl on stage looked up at the man and mouthed the word please. He smiled and his muscles flexed. Then a steady stream shot from the tip of his dick and splashed over her tits. Every voice in the room groaned including my own. The girl's fingers were like jackhammers as she worked her pussy for us. Then his stream walked up her body until it reached her mouth. The girl came off the chair and placed her mouth over his shooting shaft. We all saw her throat as she swallowed and swallowed. I heard the sound of other streams and looked around. Two couples were exposed and fluid shot from one mans dick and another woman's pussy. Their companions were the happy recipients. "Harder Paul! Shove your fingers up my pussy." Shirley didn't exactly whisper those words and a few people turned to watch us. Shirley had pulled her skirt up around her hips and my hand could be seen working her hairless cunt. On the stage, the man had lain on his back. The woman stood over him and his hands rubbed her thighs. A wicked smile crossed her face as she bent her legs slightly. I heard Shirley begin to moan. "Oh yea baby! Give it all to him. Oh I wish it were me." The girl pulled the lips of her pussy open and a small trickle began to spray from her cunt. The trickle grew and it was soon a steady strong stream. I was overcome with lust and passion as she worked her stream up and down his body. "Oh Paul! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" I was consumed. I had to taste Shirley's pussy. It didn't matter that we were in view of all close by. I got down on my knees and began to lick Shirley's pussy. I could smell the tang of her past urination. But that added to the lust that carried me along on this wild roller coaster ride. Shirley reached down and pulled her pussy lips apart. Her cum was hot and thick, sweet and delicious. I licked and sucked like a madman. Then she grabbed my head and pulled me into her even tighter. I knew what was going to happen. I knew but it didn't matter. Shirley wrapped her thighs around my neck and locked her ankles. She was not going to let me get away until she finished. I heard her cry as her pussy pulsed. My mouth was flooded with her sweet cum. It oozed from the lips of her pussy and filled my mouth. I swallowed fast to drink more. Then with a scream, I felt her pussy pulse. The flood that came was more than I had ever expected. It splashed the back of my throat, shot up my nose and ran down my neck. But I was her captive locked between her thighs. And I was loving it. I drank and drank and still she flowed. It seemed like an eternity before her stream turned into a trickle. I could hear my loud slurping and sucking in my own ears and wondered how many other people were witnesses to my plight. I continued to suck and lick Shirley's pussy until she opened her thighs and pushed my head from her cunt. "Oh Paul! You don't know how long it's been since a man or woman has drunk this pussy with such passion. Thank you! Oh thank you very much!" I looked up at her. It was then that I heard the loud cheers and claps. I looked around a bit bewildered. They were cheering and clapping for me. Many men and women were on their knees and there were puddles around most of them. Even the couple on stage looked on and smiled. Sheepishly I got to my feet. The front of my suit was soaked. Raul came over to the table and handed me a sweat suit. Many of the other patrons were being handed sweat suits also. "When you change, give your suit to me and it will be delivered back to your home tomorrow." Many of the patrons stood where they were and changed. Hell I had just had my first Golden Shower before an audience. There was no reason to be shy. I started to undress also. The room reeked of sex, urine and excitement. I noticed that the people who were changing took the time to stop and give their partner the same pleasures they had received. I was hard as a rock and try as I might I couldn't pee. I pulled Shirley up and laid her on the table that had mysteriously been cleared. I fucked her pussy like a savage. Pulling out just in time to splash hot gobs of cum over her clothes and face. Then with the release of excitement and all the tea that had been consumed during dinner it happened. When the first shot splashed it went over her and landed behind her. I grabbed my dick and aimed at her open pussy. It was forceful enough to splash inside and Shirley reached down and pulled her pussy open even more. Then the stream traveled up her body. I was soaking her clothes but we didn't care. Shirley slid forward until the stream was directed in her mouth. She closed her lips over my dick and with one hand working her pussy she held on and drank me. When the last drops were sucked from my soft dick I almost fainted. The rush was incredible. I had never felt so sated in my life. Shirley was a soaking mess. I grabbed her and my lips smashed down on hers. I could taste her and knew she tasted me. The exhaust fans soon had the room cleared of the pungent odor. Men and women in various colored sweat suits walked into another room. I turned back and saw man of the waiters coming out with mops and buckets. The other room had an enormous bar and the couples mingled as they drank. The rest of the night was anticlimactic. I drove Shirley home and she asked me to spend the night. She assured me that she would have a surprise for me in the morning. I couldn't wait.