Date: Tue, 16 May 2006 22:15:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: niftyerotic2@yahoo.com
Subject: Christie's First Adventure, Part 2

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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