Skinny teen, playing with her ass and pissing
Title: “The Piss Potte’s Pop: A Drink of Delirium”
The sun was setting over the cozy little suburban neighborhood, painting the sky with a dazzling array of oranges and pinks. Yet in one particular bedroom, no such serene scene could be witnessed. Instead, abandoned dirty clothes littered the floor, the constant hum of A/C fan was the only sound in this stuffy den of debauchery. Amidst it all, sat our protagonist, Lulu, a young, shapely 19 year old, perched provocatively on the edge of her bed. With golden blonde hair and a spritz of freckles across her pert nose, she looked the very image of nubile youth. But those glittering grey eyes held a wicked gleam – a clue to the true temptress beneath the sweet surface.
Lulu let out an exaggerated sigh. She was bored. Bored out of her nubile little skull. Her fingers tapped a staccato beat against her thigh as she gazed around the room, searching for anything – anything at all – to distract her from the monotony of her mundane existence. Her eyes landed on the piss pot in the corner – today’s piss pot, that is. She’d been saving up her pee all day, wriggling in her seat at school like a fiddle full of whores, her bladder fit to burst. But no, she’d concentrated, cross-legged and pouty, waiting for this delicious moment.
A devious little grin spread across Lulu’s plump lips as she made her decision. She swung her bare legs over the bed, padding softly over to the piss pot. Reaching down, she lifted the lid off with a sense of anticipation. The pungent aroma of stale urine wafted up to greet her, sweet like nectar. She spotted her own brand of wee, dark yellow and thick, from this morning. Pretty Perky Patty, two doors down, had her own recognizable pee – citrusy and bright. Round went the circle of piss! She and the neighborhood girls would collect bits of their own and the others’, trade fill up the piss pot each day. The only pregunta was, who was the sweat child? Who’d finally reach her limit and have to decide to bust or not bust?
Well, today could be the big day. Lulu felt her bladder groaning in protest, wildly needing to unleash its load. She shimmied off her tiny pink shorts and kicked them away, then reached down to peel off her stained cotton undies. The cool air on her bare skin made her shiver. She stepped her little naked body right over the piss pot, nemesis, and with a gasp of relief, let loose a stream of water clear and shiny as a rain puddle, splashing into the pot with a musical belch. The warm sensation washing over her body was bliss after all that build up.
“Ahhhh,” she sighed, throwing her head back and squeezing her eyes shut in ecstasy. “Oh yeah, let ‘er flow, baby!” Her long golden locks spilled over her shoulders as she shook with laughter. She was loving every second of this wonderful release. Her whole body felt baptized, from her toes curling into the rug to the cold sweat on the back of her neck. The scent of her pee rising through the air was intoxicating, a perfume she couldn’t get enough of. She wagged her little button nose and grinned, feeling high as a kite.
Then the door creaked open and in strolled Pretty Perky Patty! Her sultry body was poured into a blue crop top printed with pink flamingos and teeny denim short-shorts that exacerbated her shapely thighs. Gold glitter highlighted her blue eyes and she giggled meanly.
“Well, good morning, fusspot,” she giggled. “Or should I say, ‘Not so good morning’?” Lulu whirled around, eyes wide. “Whatcha doin’, Squirt?” Patty smirked.
“Ah!” Lulu yelped, cover her privates. But there wasn’t much to hide behind the pussy pot. Her fair skin was flushed marble pink under the tanned highlights. Patty tossed her blonde-highlighted ponytail over her shoulders like a horse’s tail and put her hands on her hips.
“You’re shameless, Lulu! There’s a restroom, you know!”
“Well, you…you crept up on me!” She whined, crossing her arms over her lacy pink bra.
“Am not! You’re seriously making pootie in there?”
“I AM NOT MAKING POOTIE! I’m reeeeally serious, Patty. Just…go away!”
Lulu put on her best angry-frown, but her plump bottom lip was trembling with mischievous laughter. She backed up closer and closer to mishap, until she was right in front of it. A knowing look passed between the two girls and then drip it! They both started pissing like the very heavens opened up. Golden streams arced out and sprayed all over the pot and much of the floor, until they were giggling and shaking their booties. Finally, they staggered and hiccuped, shaking out the last drops.
Lulu doubled over, guffawing. “Oh my gosh, I can’t believe we did that! I’m so bad!”
Patty agreed. “I know! Let’s tell the other girls!”
So the steamy, tantalized, titillating truth was told, the five neighborhood clique laughing, peeing the pants until the union hadnt just water potties, but a permanent potty in the house!
