Note: This is a complete work of fiction, constructed solely from my imagination. Any correlation any character shares with any person, living or dead is merely coincidental and completely unintentional. Names, events, times, places and even thoughts are all fictional.
There Christie was, lying on her bed, basking in her post-orgasmic bliss, coming down from on high, to realize that she was naked and covered in her own juices. Her sheets were drenched and her hand and face were coated with her urine, a spur of the moment occurrence that made her so much more turned on, but that now posed a major problem. What would she do with everything, how would she cover this up?
Reality was starting to set in and so she needed to devise a plan so that her mother wouldn't suspect anything. She debated whether or not she should remove the sheets or just pretend she had wet herself during the night and awoke with this problem on her hands. The only setback with this option was that her entire body reeked of piss, it wasn't just her thighs that were wet. She finally decided that she would change the sheets and do the laundry herself, clean up and shower early in the morning so that her mom woulnd't be able to notice anything.
She quietly took the sheets off her bed, tiptoed into the hallway to get new ones, and put those on her bed. The dirty, wet sheets were bunched up on the floor and when she picked them up again, she squeezed a particularly wet spot, still warm from her recent escapade. A surge went through her body, making her tingle all over, as dirty thoughts coursed through her mind, and mental images of herself peeing on her hand and legs filtered through her head.
She became lost in dreaming for a second, letting her mind wander back to these dirty desires.
After a minute, however, she realized that she was tired and needed to get to sleep quite soon so she should hurry up. She put the sheets inside the pillowcase and threw it in her hamper, making a mental note to take care of that first thing tomorrow when she got home from school. Then she went into the bathroom right next to her room to brush her teeth, wash her face and hands with soap, try to get rid of that smell that was so disgusting yet alluring.
Done with that, she went to her room, finished making her bed, putting on the new sheets, grabbed some perfume and sprayed it once, just to cover any lingering smell and laid down, attempting to go to sleep. She couldn't stop thinking about what she had just done, how gross it was but how much she thoroughly enjoyed it. She made a promise with herself to never do it again, as it was something wrong and she shouldn't. Within two minutes, she had promised herself that she would do so at her next opportunity, regardless of its lewdness.
She finally went to sleep, dreaming about how it might feel to pee on herself again. As sleep was overcoming her, her mind became less inhibited and she fantasized about someone else peeing on her. She wasn't sure who yet, but she knew it was a female, and a gorgeous one at that. She saw the two women from the movie she had seen on television and happily drifted off to sleep imagining them spreading their pussy lips and letting a stream fly forth, right at her, covering her body.
She awoke with a start the next morning, still lost in her erotic dreams.
The night's events came flooding back to ehr and she remembered the joy and pleasure she felt and then the shame and guilt hit her, the remembrance of the sheets she needed to clean, the smell she felt was still on her. She hopped out of bed quickly and went straight to the shower. She took a quick one, making sure she didn't focus on her erogenous center. She finished quickly and dried off, got dressed for school and headed downstairs. Her mom already had breakfast on the table, just cereal and orange juice, nothing special. Christie scanned her mom's facial expressions, looking for any hint of knowledge but saw none. She felt a little paranoid, a little overanxious, but her mom was as bright and chipper as usual, and said nothing incongruous and so Christie finally let out a little sigh and decided that all was well, there was no way her mother could know and she was safe with her secret.
School went by in a blur, all her classes seemingly boring, all her friends going on about trivial occurrences. She foudn she just could not concentrate on anything else, her mind continued to return to the events of last night and how much she enjoyed them. She couldn't wait to get home, and as it got closer, the day dragged by slower and slower, as her anticipation heightened. She didn't even know what exactly she was awaiting, she just knew she wanted to be home, alone, free to do whatever she pleased.
The last period bell rang after what felt like years of watchign the clock drag out each second.
Christie ran to her locker, threw in all the books she thought she needed and headed out of the school. She arrived home not long thereafter and was confronted by the dogs as she was everyday. She petted them, played fetch with them and finally scotted them outside when she figured they had played enough. She rushed up to her room to start taking care of the laundry before she forgot. As she separated the sheets into a light batch, the smell asserted itself again and she become intoxicated just as she was last night. She foudn herself bringing the soaked sheets to her face, inhaling deeply the overwhelming smell of her own pee.
She felt herself becoming aroused at the thought of doing something as utterly depraved as that again. She had kept herself from going to the bathroom all day just in case she felt the desire to do something dirty. As she was engulfed by the smell of the sheets, she brought them closer to her face and accidentally pressed the wetness up against her cheeks.
Obviously cold now, it still held Christie's attention and without knowing why, she brought the sheet to her mouth. She hesitated, not knowing what to do, but her body took control and she sucked on the sheet, trying to suck out any liquid that was still trapped inside. She became so aroused as the taste entered her mouth again, that she didn't know what to do with herself.
She suddenly decided she had a better idea, one she might enjoy more and so she reluctantly put down the sheet, finished separating the batches, brought them downstairs to the washer and dryer, threw the batch with the sheets in it into the dryer and headed back usptairs. She went into her room, and hurriedly undressed and grabbed her towel. As she headed into the bathroom, she argued with herself mentally, trying to decide if this was really what she wanted to do, and int he end, the new, aching feeling down below led her to go through with her ideas and see hwo much she enjoys it.
She entered the bathroom, put her towel down next to the sink and stepped into the dry bathtub that had a shower head. As she stepped in, she shivered to herself and tried to put herself in the frame of mind she was in the previous night. She could still taste the sheets that were in her mouth just a few minutes ago. Her hand instinctively went down her sleek body towards her thighs and quickly moistening vagina. Without guidance or instruction, the fingers reached their final destination and rubbed in a soft, comfy, cozy little circle.
Almost without realizing, she found her fingers pushing against her tight little hole, and felt the warm, gooey ooze that accompanied this feeling of lustful intrigue. As her left hand began to squeeze and massage her breast, tweaking the nipple gently at first, her middle finger began its slow descent into the depths of her desirous cunt. When her finger reached the second knuckle, she felt herself give fully into her erotic fantasies and completely relinquished control. Her mind returned to the two women she saw on her screen the night before and the power of her imagination was such that she could clearly picture them again. vividly and accurately. This time, however, coupled with their moans and sighs was the hissing and splattering as the blonde was letting herself go on the others leg. Her entire leg was coated, in Christie's mind, dripping and warm. She could almost feel it herself, thought Christie, her eyes closed, concentrating on this mental image that so engulfed her.
With a start, she opened her eyes to realize that not all the splattering and warmth was her imagination as she had begun to dribble upon her own leg, the drops trailing slowly down her thigh. Some had hit the bathtub floor, leaving little yellow pools of delectable piss, while some still clung to her leg, finally reaching her knee, sliding further down.
The warmth that came with this tingled throughout Christie's entire body, making that thin path down her leg burn in pleasure.
As she became more relaxed with herself and what she was doing, she loosened her muscles a little more. It was odd and almost difficult at first, as it was such a new thing to do, release bladder control while standing, knowing full well that it would get all over you. As she became more and more intrigued by the idea, however, more and more dribbled out, covering her hand and continuing to run down her leg, pooling slightly on her feet, hitting her toes and then onto the bathtub floor.
She knew she wanted to taste it, to brign the smell closer to her face, but could not figure out the best way to achieve this, as she couldn't bear to remove her finger from her flowering, wet pussy.
Ina flash of brilliance, however, she came up with an idea, with a position, that should satisfy all of her needs at once. She was too entranced to move right away, however, and continued peeing on her hand and legs, practically gushing now, soaking her skin and the floor. Finally moved to rearrage herself, she stepped closer to the shower head, and then sat herself on the bathtub floor. The urine that had puddled felt deliciously enticing on her buttocks, and she didn't even hesitate to lay back on the floor, getting her back wet as well. She knew that her hair was soaking in some, but couldn't feel it so much. Just the thought of it however turned her on. She scooted forward, and lifted her legs, climbing them up the well until her butt was flush against both the wall and the floor. She put her feet flat against the wall and lifted her crotch, so that it stuck out and above her torso, her gleaming cunt the center of attention. As she continued to slowly, sensitively finger herself, with her other hand still pinching her breast, she felt her bladder swell fromt he awkwardness of the position.
Knowing it was what she wanted, she concentrated her energy, focused on where her fingers were and tried to aim the squirting that she so desparately wanted all over her body. At first, it trickled downwards, over her pubic hair and onto her stomach, filling her belly button and dripping off the sides. She wanted to badly to shove her finger deep inside herself but wanted moreso to coat herself and so restrained from indulging. She moved around a little, changed the angle, as the first actual squirt had gone awry, hitting her leg a little and splashing down beside her. She tried another surge or pelvic power, and this time had better aim. The golden yellow stream shot out and landed right on her chest and hand holding her breast. She didn't cut this one off as quickly as she had the other, and basked in the feeling of liquid smacking her body, warmth coursing through her skin, making every fiber, every cell of her body quiver.
Finally able to taste it without removing her hand from her twat, she brought her left hand, fingers yellow-tinged, hot and dripping, to her mouth. There was no hesitation, no debate, no internal argument. Her tongue darted out, wanting to taste as soon as possible and she didn't keep herself waiting. She had stopped peeing now, focusing solely on her fingers and her mouth. She wiped one finger in her mouth, sucking off the delicious juice she craved, and let another trail along her upper lip, wafting the smell as she did so, becoming intoxicated and overwhelmed again by the sheer depravity of it all. She greedily sucked all of her fingers clean, barely able to contain her lust for more. She took aim again, her fingers pressed hard against the sides of her pussy, the pleasure from this alone enough to bring her to an incredible orgasm. As she let go, she saw in her mind that scene again, the one of the two lesbians, peeing on each other. This time, however, the blonde was straddling the brunette, gushing directly into her mouth. Christie knew this was what she wanted too, however gross it was. The first drops hit her chest and so she gyrated her hips, moved her fingers to change the trajectory. It climbed higher up her body, finally reaching her neck.
She paused for a second, and then made a firm and fiinal decision that she would do whatever she wanted and enjoyed. The gushing stream jerkily moved forwards, spattering her chin. This sudden onset of hot urine on the skin of her face made her revile and start to jerk away. She was able to hold herself, though the stream was still shaky, and it hit her cheek, drooling down onto the back of her neck and into her ear. With one last tweak of her angle, she got it into her open, waiting mouth. The shock and wonder she felt were exhilirating. It quickly filled her mouth halfway and not knowing what to do without, she closed her throat and forced it up and out over her lips. It went down her chin, out the sides, and even up onto her cheeks and nose, coming dangerously close to her eyes. The burning, tingling delight was magnificent, she was in heaven! She continued to piss, still mostly into her mouth and this time when it filled halfway, she swallowed as much as she could.
The terrible taste made her gag, but the delicious feeling that accompanied it more than overshadowed this momentary disgust. Her left hand began rubbing the pee into her skin, all over her body, starting with her breasts but going everywhere including her stomach, thighs, throat and even face. The intense feeling within her loins that followed this ritualistic body lotioning did not subside as she finished rubbing her body; instead it intensified. She tried to not stop the flow, but now wasn't aiming, her middle finger was buried deep insde of her, and the piss was going everywhere. As she fingerfucked herself and tasted her own urine, she became acutely aware of this growing glowing sensation within her entire body, all the way down to her toes.
As Christie pumped her finger in and out faster and faster, and covered herself even more so in juices, her hip gyrations became wilder and wilder, more erratic and unrhythmic, jerking and flailing. She felt herself rising, swelling, and knew that, like yesterday, she was about to have an orgasm. This only heightened her desire, her anticipation growing, lustful fingering pounding harder and faster. All of a sudden, she reached a cliff and felt as if she had been flung off, she felt weightless and breathless, like she was soaring and falling. Her midn was spinnig circles, her eyes were closed tightly, her mind not focusing on anythign other than the luminous star that was her center of pleasure. She was overcome with an extreme euphoria that radiated to everything around her. After minutes of practically convulsing and moaning so loud she was afraid the neighbors might hear, she came down from her heaven.
She opened her eyes to see her finger still inside of her, her pussy squeezing off the last few spasmodic jerks, the pee and clear liquid oozing out and onto her stomach and she felt as if she would collapse were she not already lying down. Her hands fell to her sides, and legs slid down the wall a little as she was suddenly beset with complete exhaustion and contentment. The pee that still coated her entire body kept her warm and she felt as if she was wrapped in the most luxurious blanket and could not even lift a finger as she felt her eyes close and her mind drift off...
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