Saturday Night Escapades 4

Foreword: This story was harder to write than the first three in the series as it takes place over nearly two and a half days instead of one night (hence the long break between this and the last increment). As such, detailing all the sexual activities would take way too long, so I skim over the more minor ones and focus mainly on what I think are the more interesting parts. Also, while past stories obviously had peeing involved, this story has it as a major focus, so if you don’t like peeing at all, this story isn’t for you. Oh, and there’s one, I’ll call it “icky” part. You’ll probably know it when it happens, but I promise it’s really brief. I thought about skipping over it, but felt it was necessary to include as it did happen. Without further ado, the story.


It ended up being two weeks before Jess and I hooked up again. A family emergency came up that I had to deal with for a weekend, which totally killed our traditional Saturday night. I broke the news to Jess as soon as I had found out about it, which was late Thursday. Obviously, both of us were disappointed, but there was really nothing to do about it. On the plus side, the following week was a three-day weekend, so we’d have plenty of time to make up for it! None-the-less, I had a lot of sexual tension built up that second week, and I spent lots of time masturbating each night (sometimes implementing my newly learned panty strategy from the last time Jess came over).

The Wednesday night after the long weekend, I called up Jess. We didn’t have to plan anything as we had pretty much set everything up for this weekend when I broke the news to her about last weekend. I was just horny as hell and thought talking to her would help. I hadn’t called her just to talk since before we started hooking up since we just discussed everything on our Saturday nights.

Turns out, the call really did help relieve my horniness! Well, at least to some extent. We ended up discussing our various hookups from the past four weeks laughing about things, getting horny, and getting off with each other on the phone. Nothing truly spectacular, just fingering ourselves to a couple orgasms that while enjoyable, especially while on the phone with each other, were certainly not spectacular.

This phone call did end up setting the stage for the weekend in one unexpected way though. At some point during the call, Jess started making fun of me for having stumbled into the bathtub the last time we hooked up and peeing down the drain. I sarcastically responded, “Shut up! I thought I was gonna fill the tub I had to pee so bad!”

Jess and I both laughed at this, with Jess asking, “You think you could?”

I thought Jess was just being sarcastic or something so threw back, “Damn right I could!”

There was a bit of a pause, save for the two of us laughing for a bit. It was broken by Jess saying, “We should do that this weekend!”

“Done!” Why I didn’t even think about questioning it, I’m not sure. We just talked and made plans to drink a lot this weekend (of all liquids, not just alcohol), put the plug in the tub, and see if we could fill the tub in the two days she was going to be over. Thinking back, it was really strange – we planned it like we were planning a barbeque or something. We didn’t for a second act like it was anything weird or immature or… well, really, I don’t know what words one would use to describe to 27 year olds filling a bathtub with pee. I guess we were just so into anything that it didn’t even faze us (and obviously, from prior stories, we both enjoy peeing as a sensual activity, so that didn’t turn us off).

And thus the plans were made. We were on the phone for awhile after the plans were made, but just before we got off, Jess reminded me, “Don’t forget the plan!” Like there was any chance of that happening!

Fast forward to Saturday morning.

I heard the knock on the door around 10:00. The second the door opened, Jess rushed in, gave me a peck on the cheek and ran for the bathroom announcing, “I’ve held it in all morning!” She threw a bag on the recliner as she rushed by me. Humorously enough I had held it in all morning too (didn’t want to get started without her!) but I clearly wasn’t as bad as she was! After closing and locking the door, I turned and headed for the bathroom too. As I got in the bathroom, I saw Jess’s panties, along with her shoes and socks, on the floor as Jess was standing with one leg on each side of the tub. Luckily, she had worn a short jean skirt over, which was now bunched up around her hips. I sat down on the toilet and watched as Jess bent her knees a bit, doing a kind of mini-squat, and brought one hand down to her puffy pussy lips and separated them thoroughly with two fingers. Then I watched and listened as a dark stream of pee came out her cunt splashing hard down on the tub floor. At the same time, Jess closed her eyes and began moaning, obviously in heavy need of the relief.

Jess must have been going for at least two minutes, maybe even three, with the speed of the stream never tapering off. It was also the darkest pee I had ever seen, bordering on an orange color. Finally, the stream began to fade. Jess opened her eyes and exhaled, “Damn, I needed that!”

I just laughed and looked at the sizable puddle of pee she had left in the tub. I had decided to put the plug in early this morning, so our pee bath had now officially started, and it was dark. Yet even with that huge pee she had just taken, there was only a tiny fraction of the tub filled, which made me wonder if we could actually fill the tub in two days.

Jess began to move as I stared at the tub. Slowly, and via some careful maneuvering, Jess stood up, climbed down from the tub, walked over, and reached across me for some toilet paper, her skirt still around her hips. I reached out for Jess’s hand, stopping her from grabbing the paper, and announced, “Let me take care of that!”

Before Jess could respond, I leaned forward, pulled Jess’s pussy lips apart, and began licking her vagina. The first few licks had a very strong flavor of piss to it, but it didn’t really bother me. Actually, it was much the opposite. Combined with her natural flavor, the pee added an initial tang that really turned me on! I spent awhile tonguing her pee hole, then moving up to suck on her clit. Surprisingly quickly, I got Jess to an orgasm. She moaned, and her knees buckled. She only stopped from falling by catching her balance on my shoulders. I continued lightly licking around her tiny clit as she came down from her climax. I could feel her wetness all over my face.

I finally pulled back as Jess stood up again. I looked up at her, and as our eyes met she announced, “That was some kind of ‘hello,’ Lisa!”

I just laughed. “I do what I can! Now, if you don’t mind, I’ve actually been holding it in all morning too, waiting for you!” While saying that, I stood up and pulled down my panties. I hadn’t gotten dressed up at all that morning, so I was just wearing the panties and oversized T-shirt I had slept in the night before. As I did that, Jess dropped her skirt to her ankles and stepped out of it, leaving her in just the tight white T-shirt she had worn here, along with the obvious bra under it.

Jess sat down on the toilet, her bare ass on the lid, as I began climbing on the tub, trying to assume the same position she had. When I thought I was close enough, I let my stream erupt from me, and I do mean erupt! There was a thick burst of bright yellow pee that splashed all over the tub when I let it go. A steady stream of pee followed the initial burst.

I didn’t take as long as Jess did, probably only a minute and a half to two minutes, but boy did I feel better when I was done! I looked down and saw the mix of bright yellow pee with Jess’s cloudy near-orange piss in the tub. I looked over to see Jess leaning back on the toilet laughing, my eyes immediately being drawn to her naked shaved pussy as her legs were slightly spread. Without saying anything, I climbed down.

As soon as I was standing steady on the floor again, Jess grabbed my hand and jerked me over in front of her. I didn’t have time to react in any way other than moaning as Jess immediately dove into my pussy, her tongue seemingly everywhere at once! I put my arms back and leaned them against the wall behind me, trying to push my hips harder into Jess’s face. I didn’t realize how horny I was! My eyes closed as I began humping Jess’s face while she sucked my cunt, tonguing me quickly and ferociously. In only a couple minutes, I erupted in orgasm, squirting lightly. Jess continued lapping up my cunt, though more slowly now. When she finally pulled away, I leaned back against the wall behind me and slowly slid down it til I was sitting on the floor.

Finally, I opened my eyes. Jess was still sitting on the toilet, her legs still slightly spread. She had her shirt pulled and was looking down at it, and I could easily see why – apparently my squirt had dripped onto her shirt, leaving a few large wet spots. I couldn’t help but laugh, announcing, “Sorry Jess, didn’t realize how horny I was!”

Jess just looked up at me and smiled. “I guess I don’t need this anymore,” she replied, pulling the shirt over her head. The second the shirt was on the floor, she added, “And I probably won’t need this either,” making short work of pulling her bra off.

I just stared at Jess, taking in her beautiful body as she sat on the toilet. Her thin-but-not-too-thin legs leading up to her puffy and slightly red pussy lips. Her flat stomach and the bottom of her rib cage hidden beneath her large gravity-defying tits that were capped by tiny, but very hard nipples. Her face, with her small naturally bright red lips, her pert nose, those gorgeous brown eyes surrounded by noticeable-but-not-too-long eyelashes and thin eyebrows. And finally, her hair, her long dark brunette hair that didn’t seem to be messed up at all, mostly flowing behind her, with a few strands over each shoulder.

I stopped ogling her and grabbed the bottom of my shirt, pulling it over my head announcing, “This is gonna be one hell of a weekend!” We both laughed, though the laughing was cut off as Jess moved to kneel on the floor next to me, leaning in, and initiating a long and sensual kiss.

No less than five minutes later, probably longer, the kiss ended. We decided to move our forays out of the bathroom. We grabbed all our clothes and tossed them on the floor of my bedroom, closing the bathroom door behind us, knowing that if we didn’t the smell of pee would permeate the entire apartment. Not that either of us disliked it, but I really didn’t want to have to get rid of it after the weekend.

We then began our marathon drinking session, taking a couple glasses and a bottle of Sprite from the kitchen out to the living room. We put a movie in, sat on the couch, and commenced the drinking. When we finished the bottle of Sprite, we immediately got another bottle. Later we tried water, which we didn’t enjoy much so we made some uber-strong pink lemonade which we drank for quite awhile.

After the second time we went to pee, we decided it would be much easier if we just sat over the edge of the tub instead of climbing on top. While slightly less fun, it was far easier. Also, every time we peed the color was less and less yellow until we were nearly peeing clear. The tub, however, maintained a yellow color, probably thanks to how dark our initial pees were. We still licked each other clean, instead of wiping, but we didn’t eat each other to orgasm except for that first one. We figured if we did, the day would end before it began and we would have nothing left for the rest of the weekend.

And so the day went by, watching movies, drinking, and peeing. At one point, we tried to play some Wii (I’m not a huge game person, but I think that thing’s pretty damn fun), but we quickly discovered that trying to box or play tennis when we nearly constantly had to pee really didn’t work! So we went back to the couch and watching movies. The sitting on the couch quickly became spooning on the couch, then one of us laying on the other with her head on the other’s chest. It seemed that I was usually the one on the bottom, much to my dismay. Not that I didn’t enjoy having Jess on my chest, but god damn how much better it is to have my head on hers!

We also occasionally fingered each other to orgasms through the day, maybe five or six times. Nothing drastic, just a light fingering. We were trying to save up as much sexual release as possible for our “pee bath,” but it was damn hard to not get each other off while we’re lying naked on top of each other! And after each orgasm, we’d have to go pee like maniacs. Sometimes I was amazed I was able to hold it in during the orgasm!

Sometime around 9:00 at night, after some four movies and who knows how many trips to the bathroom, Jess and I decided it was time to switch to alcoholic beverages, and we brought out the beer. Surprisingly, this was also mostly innocent. We just talked. Occasionally we’d get physical, jokingly kicking each other from opposite ends of the couch (sorry, no sexual footsie this time!), shoving each other, wrestling, stuff of that sort. And of course, we were both naked the entire time and took plenty of pee breaks.

At one point while wrestling, I accidentally got a really good boob-smack in on Jess, leaving half a tit nearly glowing red. I thought she was going to kill me after that! I did actually feel bad, I really didn’t mean to do it. I offered to kiss it all better, but Jess caught on quickly that I probably wanted that more than she did, so she kept her boobs away from me. I then, despite my better judgment stuck out my chest towards her and offered her a “fair revenge.” I watched as Jess stared at my boobs for awhile, then looked up at my face, smirked, and said, “Nah, I’ll just get you later.” And so we went back to talking. I don’t know if she had any plans to get me later, I personally doubt she had planned anything, but damn did she get me!

I think it was close to midnight when it started. I had just gotten each of us a new bottle of beer, and decided to bring one of the bottle caps in with me. After sitting down, I tried to “shoot” the bottle cap at Jess by flicking my fingers. Normally, I’m actually pretty good at that trick, but as drunk as I was, I was pretty incompetent. I missed Jess completely, hitting the back of the couch. She picked up the cap and flicked it back at me, lightly hitting my shoulder. We went back and forth with this a few times until I completely messed up one time.

The bottle cap, instead of flicking forwards, popped up and then fell on the floor, rolling on the carpet underneath the coffee table, eventually stopping under the far side of it. After we both got a good laugh at my incompetence, I rolled off the couch onto my knees on the floor, eventually bending over and stretching underneath the coffee table to get the bottle cap. The way I was positioned, more than half my entire upper body was under the table while my butt was sticking straight up in the air. Just as I grabbed the bottle cap, I felt something on my asshole. The sudden sensation caused me to jerk up, causing my head and upper body to slam into the underside of the coffee table. I screamed in pain (that coffee table is pretty damn hard!) but the tingling at my butthole didn’t stop.

For whatever reason, I didn’t say anything or complain. I think subconsciously I thought that if I stopped Jess, she might stop whatever she was doing, which I thought would (and did!) lead to more sexual activities. So I just closed my eyes, laid my upper body down on the floor, leaving my butt in the air, and focused on what was happening. It was then that I realized what I was feeling – Jess was tonguing my anus!

I wasn’t sure what to think at first. In all of my sexual experience, which I like to think is a lot, no one had ever licked my ass before. The closest I had come was Jess pushing panties into my ass with her tongue. I never really thought about it I guess, something about mouths and butts just didn’t go together in my mind. But clearly Jess thought otherwise! On top of that, while I don’t mind anal stimulation – I’ve had my fair share of anal sex and fingered assholes, not to mention panties up my ass – I’ve never found it enough to get me off alone. Don’t get me wrong, I get some pleasure from it, but I always needed to have my cunt fingered or my clit rubbed to get off during any kind of anal pleasure.