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Free-Use Rules (Part Two)

21 February 2025 /

Having already seen about the scope of our free-use, the quirk of our community and the punishments for rules violations, this post describes how the group actually operates on a daily basis.

The women have to signal their availability, and do so in one of two ways, by a chat group and by optional flowers in our hair. All 8 of us are in the chat control group, and we women have to put our availability in the chat group (and our location, so we can be found and fucked), and we can use flowers as well if we want to. (It is only the women that have to signal our availability, as it is the men that start the free-use and just take us.)

If a woman puts a white heart in the chat group, it means she is available for free-use (and can do it there or elsewhere as the man wants). A red heart is the same as a white one, but the woman is on her period: Anna and I both have Mirenas, so only Rose and Tanya can use that heart. A black heart means she’s not available for free-use. Any other coloured heart means that she is available for free-use, but must go elsewhere to do it. The heart is valid until the next one is posted, and she can put timed hearts on the group, (e.g. white heart until 6am, then black heart).

I’m particularly pleased for my husband. He loves period fucks, and hasn’t had many since I got my first Mirena, so you can guarantee a red flower or heart will see him repeatedly using the menstruating woman, with him arranging his working from home around their heaviest days, and both Rose and Tanya seem to love it.

In addition to the hearts, wearing flowers of the same colour in our hair means the same thing. It is basically so the men don’t have to consult the chat to see if we are available while we are out and about in the village. If there is a conflict between the flower and the heart, the most free meaning colour is assumed, and at some point the woman will be punished in the usual manner.

Availability can be changed at any time, but if she is being used, that usage will complete and if there is a queue, those in the queue will complete their use before the new availability status is valid.

Inside the village, but not in our own properties, a white flower is more likely to be a good grope, a tonguey snog or being taken somewhere to fuck, although full sex out in the village is permitted and has happened (subject to all the usual caveats about such things). Most fucking happens in our own homes or gardens though.

There are three other chat groups. One administered by the women, but visible to the men, where we track who has done what to whom. One is solely for the women, where we discuss plans and scenarios for parties etc. One is solely for the men – no idea what they discuss, but we’re fairly certain, amongst other things, they coordinate our fuckings, because at times, there are certain similarities with consecutive fucks (where the other men are not present to see what went on before).

If multiple men are present, the free-use is first come first served, although the woman’s husband is the lowest priority and must wait until last, even stopping mid-fuck if another man wants to take over. In practice, this often means the husband moves on to another woman if there is one available. If it isn’t the husband doing the fucking, the second man must wait until the first is finished (but often, they will give way repeatedly in a sort of tag team prolonging the fuck for all involved).

We’ve decided that each woman must be available for free-use for a minimum of a half of the hours they are in the village each day (averaged across the week), rising to two thirds of the hours whilst they are menstruating, and that at least one woman must be available for the bulk of each day: others can and do make themselves available, but the nominated women are as follows: Mon & Tue is Rose and Tanya, Wed is Tanya, Thu is Anna, Fri is me, Sat is Rose, Sun is Anna and me. Friday is a particular challenge, as Anna and Rose are both working, and Tanya is out of the village with her mum, so I’m normally the only one available, and often all four men are working from home winding down their weeks, so I get fucked a lot on a Friday. It is often the case that I get fucked 8 times (2 each) before teatime on a Friday. I’m working from home too, so I have to mix fucks in between video conferences, sometimes quite a challenge. My husband also tries to work at home on a Thursday, so he can make the most of Anna being the nominated woman. The third of the week rule is relaxed at holiday times like Christmas (as this will be difficult to manage), but the women do all need to be available as much as possible, and any missing hours must be made up in January and February. If Rose or Tanya’s period is over Christmas, they must make themselves available within 1 hour for the man to enjoy their chosen level of menstruation, and illness or visitors at other times don’t change the time requirements, they just make it much more of a challenge.

Another rule that applies to our properties is that us women aren’t allowed to clean ourselves up or rearrange our clothes without permission. If he gets cum on our face, he has to clean it up, but only our faces (unless he wants to clean up more of course). If we are dripping, or have cum somewhere, it has to stay there until a man tells us we can sort ourselves out or one does it for us. If our skirts (say) are round our waists, they have to stay there until gravity intervenes or a man tell us we can change their positions (or again, do it for us). If we need to go out or have a video conference, we can adjust only our clothes that will be visible and clean away any visible cum or evidence of sex, but if it isn’t visible, it has to stay. The reason for that is that it keeps us on heat and craving sex, craving use. And it fucking works. The men used to clean us up at the beginning, but now, the men don’t want us cleaned up, as they all like seeing the cummy evidence of us being used before. Thus, these days, we are often in a hell of a state.

We are all fucking so much more than we did before free-use, and we women crave even more cock, even to the point of trying to work out how to get more men into the group, and who in the village to invite. I think we all realise this won’t go on for ever, but we are all thoroughly enjoying it whilst it does, and long may that continue!

Free-Use Rules (Part One)

14 February 2025 /

I’ve had a number of people ask how our free-use sex community works in reality. After all, often in stories online, the free-use world allows someone to be fucked at any time by anyone. We don’t live in that world, we don’t want just anyone to fuck us, only those that are part of the group, only those that will uphold our rules and only those that will fuck us as we mean to be fucked. Obviously, we have to have rules that govern our free-use: we all signed to say we understood and accepted the rules, and they have served us well.

They have been tweaked over time, and they have ended up more complicated than we originally thought they’d be. I suppose the reason for that is that we wanted to allow for as much free-use as possible, in fact, we wanted to force as much availability as possible, whilst keeping us all safe, both physically and from gossip.

At the beginning, we didn’t really know what we were doing. There was no guidance online, no list of rules we could use as a starting point. This was (and still is) very much an experiment, and we had to build the rules up from scratch. I don’t think any of us thought the experiment would last a couple of months, let alone be heading towards a year and still going strong. I guess we didn’t realise the addictive nature of free-use. I for one had no idea I would end up being disappointed and a teeny bit pouty if one of the men came round and didn’t fuck me. Such is the power and draw of free-use.

So, in this first post of two detailing our rules set, I talk about the locations and scope of the free-use, the major quirk of our community and the punishments for rules violation. In the second post, I detail the mechanics of our free-use.

To start, there are no free-use rights outside the village (and the village is well defined, so there is no doubt where is inside or outside the village).

Inside the village (whether in our homes or not), the women signal they are available for free-use, and if we are, the men just have the right to take us and fuck us. No asking, no concern as to what the woman is up to or wants, they just pick us, fuck us, use us sexually as they wish. In fact, one of the key quirks of our free use community is that the sex is never mentioned whilst it is happening, or in a mixed-gender group. The women can talk about it together whilst not fucking (and we often do), the men can talk about it together, again whilst not fucking (and I’m sure they do), but to have a mixed-gender discussion, free-use is suspended (and so is all fucking), so that a sensible discussion can be had.

I know it may seem strange, but not talking about it was absolutely key to me. This experiment wasn’t just about more sex with neighbours, it was about free-use, it was about us women being used, it was about the men just doing what they wanted. Vaginal, anal, oral, multiple men servicing the same woman, whatever they wanted. She doesn’t have a say. She just has to let it be done to her. That’s the whole fucking point. But believe me, when you have this much sex, you do enjoy every fuck, you crave every fuck. The whole free-use thing is built around people enjoying the sex, and consenting in advance to being used, to being fucked, to being a play thing really. I guess if you weren’t into it or enjoying it, you wouldn’t be part of a free-use arrangement.

It is totally allowed for the women to attempt to carry on doing whatever they were doing before they were fucked. Things like holding a conversation or typing something for work can be done whilst being fucked. It is a challenge, but it can be done. So, whilst the man dictates the fucking, the woman dictates what she does during the fucking. There is a beautiful symmetry.

The punishments for violating the no talking about the sex rule are quite vicious, and deliberately so. If the man does mention the sex in the wrong circumstance, it is deemed that consent for all free-use is withdrawn, and he has to leave all the women alone for forty eight hours (including his wife), and as an additional punishment, he has to watch every single time his wife is fucked over the forty eight hours, and he isn’t allowed to touch his cock, let alone join in or masturbate. Each of the other men is obviously allowed to use his wife as much as they want (because of the free-use), and he has to watch, he has no choice (and believe me, I’m sure the men would ensure she’s fucked as much as they can possibly manage within the forty eight hours, just to increase his punishment). And as a final punishment, at least one of the men will wank the offender’s cock and ruin his orgasm; it could be more and it could be repeated, but basically for forty eight hours, he can’t have sex, can’t masturbate, and will have orgasms ruined. When you are used to fucking several times a day, that is quite a vicious punishment, but it was turned into the standard punishment for any male rules infringement, and for that reason, the men just don’t talk about the sex (or break any of the other rules for that matter)!

When we originally started this, if the woman mentioned the sex in the wrong circumstance, she at some point would be spanked hard by each man for her error (and I was the first person to be punished in this manner). But as the women all got into free-use, spanking became far less of a punishment and far more of a joy, so it was no longer a suitable punishment. We really struggled with a finding one single replacement punishment, so we decided to select three, depending on person. For me and Rose, it was a good hard caning, twice over a forty eight hour period. Rose doesn’t like being caned at all. I’m not that fond of the cane, but don’t mind a few strokes in amongst other implements, but this is just a caning, no warm up, no love, a number of strokes that increases each time the punishment is used. Not nice, and a suitable deterrent. For Tanya, hers is to be restrained and to have a wand (or other suitable implement) applied to her clit continuously for a chosen number of orgasms, twice over a forty eight hour period. Her clit becomes sensitive after just one, very sensitive after two and painful after three, so this punishment is very painful for her, and again, is a suitable deterrent. Anna fears being deep throated. It is quite uncomfortable having a glans pushed into her throat and it makes her feel like she is going to suffocate, again unpleasant and each man doing this to her once in forty eight hours is a suitable deterrent. In the case of all three punishments, the effects are the same, humbling punishments inducing crying (and we have to wear mascara to show how much we are crying). These are now the standard punishments for any female rules infringement. It probably isn’t a surprise that none of these newer female punishments have been needed and the male one has only been used once.

The second post details the mechanics of our free-use community, the little details that make this all seem so effortless.

Making Meetings Less Boring

19 May 2024 /

Hello my lovelies

I am so sorry about the lack of posts over the last few months. My life really has become super busy for about the last six months, as several projects that I have been working on for some time have finally come to fruition (all at the same time of course) and I have been trying to progress them all. And sex, I’ve been having lots of sex.

I have to admit that I have been prioritising having sex over writing about sex. Although I do often orgasm when writing blog posts, I’d rather orgasm at the hands of another person. I’ve always been the same: I’d rather be masturbated by another person than do it myself too, although at times, needs must.

Today was one of those days. I had a day of important but boring video conferences. To make them more interesting, and to give me an edge in discussions (which doing something hidden and sexual whilst having a video conference always does), I decided to wear very little, only a slightly see through blouse and a bright red deep plunge bra that does nothing to hide my nipples. I love being a little tease in these meetings. I have to say, with some men, if I tease a little, I’ll pretty much get what I need out of the meeting. Whilst in some ways, I hate the fact that it works, in other ways, I’d be totally mad not to do it.

As for out of camera shot, I wore absolutely nothing below the waist, but I did have my large butt plug in place (the one with the thick neck that really stretches my sphincter), and my new sizeable vaginal plug, meaning I felt really stretched front and back. In addition, I had a vibrating clit clip attached, which I would be able to turn on with a remote control during the meeting. I chose a word that I knew would be used in the meeting, and whenever someone said the word, I turned the vibrations on, and left them on until someone else said the word (and no, me saying it didn’t count, although I could use the word to try to make someone else say it).

So despite being so full down there, and having my clit being assaulted by stints of the vibrations, I had to maintain composure, stay relevant to the meeting and get the outcome to the discussions I wanted. I certainly made life hard for myself.

And when the video was first connected, I realised the blouse was much more see through on camera than I realised, and my bright red bra and erect nipples clearly showed, which, combining with the blouse buttons undone down to my bra, made for a very sexy display for the other attendees. I had to front it out though, although the attendees were used to my corporate sexiness, and I secretly enjoyed being leered at, although the periods of clitoral vibrations were hard to ignore.

I was very grateful for the meeting being over, as the vibrations had been on for the last part of the meeting, sensations building over several minutes. Once the camera was off, I could drop the focus on the meeting, and I gripped on to the edge of the desk, as all that edging and the clitoral abuse resulted in a massive orgasm almost immediately. As I recovered (with the vibrations off), I thought about changing my blouse before the next meeting, but decided to carry on dressed as was, as I was rather enjoying myself.

And my initial thought was to keep the vibrations off for the next one, but my brain selected a different word, and I couldn’t resist another go. I realised though that at some point, I might need to “accidentally” drop out of the meeting if I couldn’t stop a second orgasm. You see, my clit would be painful when the vibrations started again, but after a couple of minutes, the pain would subside and it would be sensitive and hard, which would leave me on the verge of cumming again rather soon.

The inevitable happened, with the chair mentioning the word in his second sentence, referring to the second half of the meeting, and the vibrations were on solidly for about ten minutes. I knew I had nowhere to go, but luckily, my doorbell rang, and so I muted the mic and went to answer it (grabbing a skirt to put on first), grateful to the postman for giving me the interruption, but needing to get rid of him quickly as I so needed to cum. The excuse of being on the video conference got rid of him, and I grabbed onto to the kitchen counter and let a second orgasm go. It was huge, and my cunt was quite messy, but the vibrations were still on, and I decided to keep the skirt on as I went back to the meeting.

Luckily, after the vibrations carrying on long enough to get my clit over the painful time again, they started using the word intermittently, so my clit started to get some more rest and the next orgasmic build up was slower, with edging style drops and rises occurring as they said the word.

This, at least, allowed me to get my part of the meeting done, and as with the first meeting, they agreed to what I was proposing. The meeting finished with the vibrations on, and me heading to another orgasm, so once again, I grabbed onto the edge of the desk again and let the orgasm flood over me.

I was expecting to have a break before the last meeting and a chance to recover, but almost as soon as I’d cum, I had a message asking if I could do the meeting earlier.

What the hell. I said yes and hastily chose my word. Again, the word was used in the second sentence, but this time, it was being used a couple of times a minute, so the vibrations were on and off in short bursts. That allowed me to stay calm for longer this time. There was a sustained burst of vibrations in the middle, as the meeting got sidetracked, but I pulled the meeting back to subject, as I really needed the vibrations to be off.

The meeting was short, but the meeting did end with about three minutes of sustained vibrations, but with my very tender clit, I wasn’t far from cumming again when that meeting finished. So, for the third and final time, I grabbed onto the edge of the desk and allowed myself to cum. Clamping down on such a large vaginal plug as I came made for very satisfying orgasms, and that final one was still pretty large, considering I’d already cum three times, all of them massive.

So, meetings over, I removed the clip and both plugs, and feeling very empty down there, I went out to the village cafe to have lunch. I had to let my clit recover and save myself for tonight. I was expecting cock that night and I needed to be ready to cum again. I so love him making me cum.

The End Of Rebecca (Part Two)

20 October 2023 /

Rebecca need not have worried about my now husband forgetting her. She had been such a fabulous slut for the whole year, with lots of risky fucking, a brazen attitude and gravity defying tits that he worshipped. He could never have forgotten her.

But she had one last roll of the dice to ensure her legendary status. Having slept with a tit gripped all night and woken to a loving gentle kiss with the taste of his cum still in her mouth, she had to muster up the guts to carry out her plan.

In between the little jabbed kisses, she asked him if he wanted to do something she’d never done before. Did he want her to make this memorable? He said he did. Of course, he did. But he had no idea what she had planned. He did ask, but she giggled saying it was something he’d mentioned before. His brain was trying to work out what he had said, but she was a bit coy with a massive smile on her face.

It didn’t matter to him. He was going to enjoy it all regardless. She repositioned herself, kneeling over his belly and facing him, her wonderful tits raising and lowering as she breathed. She looked down at him staring up mostly at her tits, and she could have stayed there all day.

But time was running out and she had to go soon. The time for her plan was now. She sat up a little and opened her cunt flaps with her fingers, allowing him to see her pinkness, and she pulled apart enough so that her pisshole was stretched open. She saw his eyes looking down there as she focussed on overcoming her nerves. After a while (not sure how long, but it seemed quite long), a small amount of piss squirted out of her distorted pisshole and sprayed over his chest.

She looked at his face, waiting for any sign of disgust. There was none, only a look of awe, his eyes locked onto her cunt, awaiting the next drop to emerge. She relaxed and closed her eyes to focus on squeezing the next drop out. She found this harder than she expected, but soon, another spray emerged, stronger and longer than the first and she opened her eyes to see the results, to see it even going on to his face a bit. She saw the joy on his face, and relaxed even more, this time, a more consistent stream emerged, spraying to towards his neck with drops ricocheting around his upper body and face.

After a few seconds of that, he put his finger to her pisshole and she took that as a sign to stop. She was worried now that he didn’t like it, but after she stopped, he put his hands to her ass cheeks and pulled her up his body, only stopping when her cunt was pressing against his open mouth, and he used his right hand to slap her ass cheek quite hard. This she didn’t expect, and she had no idea if she’d be able to get more piss out. The depravity of the act wasn’t lost on her.

She looked into his eyes, and he was expectant, ready to take her piss. Egging herself on, she closed her eyes and again focussed on squeezing a little piss out. She felt a small spray go into his mouth, and she heard him gulp it down and felt his tongue nudging at her pisshole. She focussed again and squeezed another drop out, which was again gulped down. She felt his tongue licking the pink bits of her cunt dry of piss drops, and then he moved his hands away from her ass. He put one in the small of her back, whilst bringing the other to the front and pressing on her bladder.

The gentle force on her bladder made her moan a little. Her bladder was hard on his fingers, so he knew she had a load of piss in her. He pushed again and forced a hard jet of piss out, hitting the back of his throat with some force, making him cough a little. She was worried that if he did that again, she’d lose control, and it took her a few moments to realise that is what he wanted. So, stroking his hair, she asked him if he wanted a nice little drinkie and he nodded (only a touch, as he didn’t let his mouth lose contact with her cunt even for a millisecond).

So, she just relaxed all her muscles, and she felt some piss dribble out of her pisshole, eagerly received by his tongue. She pushed down a little and a nice steady flow began, this time, the depravity wasn’t enough to stop her from pissing. He sucked and drank as her bladder emptied, not losing a drop in the process. As the stream started faltering, he licked round the pink parts of her cunt clearing her of the piss.

As she finally stopped pissing, she lifted her cunt off his mouth, and he looked very happy. He pulled her down onto him and kissed her, making her taste her own piss in his mouth. She was so horny that she actually enjoyed the taste.

She reached back and felt how hard his cock was, and so she broke off the kiss and moved back down his body, kneeling up over his erect cock and then lowering her cunt over it, feeling his cock impaling her cunt for the last time before she left. She loved that first impaling of a fuck, both the physical feeling of a hard cock pushing into her cunt, and also the emotional feeling of being taken.

She was about to start sliding up and down his cock, but he put his hands on her hips and stopped her, then using his hands to open her cunt flaps again, this time finger fucking her and working on her clit. It was lovely having his hard cock inside her, as when she came from his fingers, she was able to clench down on his cock.

This squeezing made him a bit harder, but he carried on working at her cunt, getting rougher and rougher with her clit and making another orgasm grow within her. His cock in her cunt felt so good that she was happy to carry on like this, orgasming to his command and clenching down on his hard cock as she came.

But his cock kept inching larger and she knew what it meant when he released her hips. Time to test those leg muscles one last time as she began a rhythmic slide up and down his hard slick cock. Her tits were naturally jiggling as she rode his cock, and she added a little twist into her movements to really make her tits flail about. She knew just how much he loved watching her tits flail about. One more thing to remember.

She could see from his face that he was fighting his orgasm, trying to make this moment last as long as possible. She felt the same, but she couldn’t resist using her cunt muscles to clamp down on his cock. She felt that throb that mean he was about to spray her cunt with copious amount of cum, and she pushed down on his cock, impaling it as far as its hard length would go. At the same time, he grabbed onto her tits and squeezed them really hard, almost painfully hard as his cum started spraying around. That squeezing was enough to take away her last dregs of resistance and she orgasmed too, her cunt fluid mixing with his cum to make a really sticky mess.

His cock quickly slipped out of her cunt, and she got off and pulled her tiny pair of panties from last night back on to contain his cum. She had decided to keep the mess in her panties for the flight home, a promise she made to him as they split. There wasn’t a need to rinse off any piss, as his tongue had been very thorough, and she didn’t clean her body up at all and was dripping cum into her panties, meaning their relationship ended as it began, with her smelling of sex in public.

She could feel the grip of hands on her fleshy tits long after he released them. He knew she liked her tits being manhandled, and that was probably the hardest he’d ever squeezed them. She wasn’t the only one trying to make this memorable.

Once she was away from the university, she sobbed, crying for all she was worth. She didn’t want him to see her like this, and she held it together so that he didn’t. She wanted him to remember her as that sassy feisty slut who fucked him with abandon, who enjoyed the breeze across her body when she fucked, who had gravity-defying tits to die for and who came longer and harder with him than she had with anyone else.

She still couldn’t believe that not only did he love her pissing on him, that he drank it all down, not missing a drop, and she was so pleased that she’d got over her natural difficulties pissing for someone else. She was so proud of herself for carrying out the plan, and she had fabulous memories of fucking to power a lifetime of wanking, a lifetime of clitoral abuse and a lifetime of orgasmic dreams.

Mass Relief

5 September 2023 /

I’ve never been one for clubbing, but whilst at university, Melissa and I did frequent a lesbian friendly one at times, with a pack of girls who used to all go to keep an eye on each other. To be honest, for me, it was more a case of being somewhere Melissa and I could molest each other in public and nobody would mind.

The only downside was the trawl back up the hill to the university at the end of the night. Drinking alcopops all evening resulted in a 3am hike with a bunch of rowdy pissed up women, hardly the height of decorum.

The first such evening happened a month after I got together with Melissa. Neither of us had been with this group before, but as we spent the whole of one evening in a university bar tongue kissing and groping each other’s tits, we were both invited along the next Friday. It was February and we were thrown out of the club as it was closing, and we started the long meander. A kebab part way (where there were 4 grades of chilli sauce, mild, medium, hot and student) and a bucket of fizzy stuff to wash the heat down, and about 2/3 of the way up the hill, all those alcopops and all that fizz hit my bladder, ramped up by it being cold as well. It turns out I wasn’t the only one, as a couple of the girls started talking about desperately needing a piss.

A couple of minutes later, the group abruptly came to a halt in the alley that connected to the university land, stopped under a bright streetlight. One of the women became the organiser, asking who was going first? I had no idea what was happening, but three of the women stepped forwards.

They were waved off the path and they went and stooped down on their heels, their backs leaning against a brick wall. They each pulled their dresses and skirts up and panties aside, and then, one at a time, starting with the one of the left, the women each spread their pissflaps with their fingers and just pissed, an arc of piss emanating from their revealed pissholes, strong, blatant, free of all cares, and beautifully illuminated by the streetlight. Three wonderful women all emptying their bladders in full view of the crowd of women. And we were all watching and enjoying the view, basking in the moment. An unexpected thrill.

It was the first time I’d seen a woman piss, and never even dreamed of crouching down in a row and doing it, let alone of holding my pissflaps open for all to see. This was before it became popular as an internet craze, so it was unknown, and very exciting. Once all three had finished, they pulled their panties back over their cunts and stood up, curtseying a little for the crowd. The thought went through my head of three moist cunts leaving damp pissy patches on the panties that covered them, as none of them had wiped their piss flaps dry.

Three more took their places and repeated the ritual, including one, who didn’t have panties on at all, and so would have dripped all the way up the hill. I found the thought of that ridiculously sexy, as if a row of pissing women wasn’t sexy enough.

After the second batch, the organiser looked round and came over to Melissa and me. We three were the last of the group, and the organiser wanted a piss herself, so she offered us the chance to join in. Melissa was a touch hesitant, but I really really needed to empty my bladder, and like NOW!, so was raring to go. Not only was my bladder bursting, but seeing the others piss and more importantly hearing it (and their relief) had done me in. I had to go. Sod if Melissa wasn’t, I sure as fuck was. In the end, Melissa decided she didn’t want to be left out, so she crouched down in the middle, me of the left and the organiser on the right to finish off.

As I lifted up my skirt, I couldn’t quite believe what I was about to do. Six pairs of eyes looking up and down the row first at our panties, then at our cunts. My panties were some of the tiniest I owned, and basically moulded themselves to the shape of my lips. I peeled them aside and felt the light breeze blowing across my cunt. My bladder throbbing snapped me back to reality. I looked left to see Melissa and the organiser looking towards me, cunts exposed, waiting for me to begin.

I put my hands down to my cunt and peeled aside the pissflaps, revealing my pinkness and my pisshole to the assembled throng. I looked round to see six sets of eyes trained on my pisshole, just waiting for my stream to begin.

I was nervous. I didn’t really know if I could piss in those circumstances. I need not have concerned myself though. I relaxed my muscles only slightly, and the pressure from my full bladder meant that a nice strong stream almost immediately emerged, arcing away from my body and landing a good distance away from my feet. The relief was immense, and completely wiped away any nerves and concerns I had. The stream seemed to go on for ever, and I was actually able to smile at the attention and adoration those faces showed me. I had to say I really enjoyed it and was disappointed when my stream subsided. When I was definitely done, I let go of my pissflaps and looked to Melissa.

She opened her pissflaps and after a short delay, a weak stream began, which soon strengthened to a strong arc as her bladder emptied. The smile on her face said she enjoyed it as well, and our two performances were capped off by the organiser, who seemed to angle her pelvis up a touch and made her arc of piss much higher and therefore longer than the rest of it. She was showing off now. I resolved to try that the next time – I wanted there to be a next time.

We all put our panties back in place and wandered up the hill, our panties getting wet with the piss we would usually dab off with toilet roll. It felt very naughty.

Talking to one of the regulars as we walked up the hill, none of them piss before leaving the club, and they always have a bucket of fizzy stuff with the kebab to make sure they are bursting before they reach the streetlight. It was by luck that neither Melissa nor I realised the time, as we may have pissed before leaving – we just didn’t have the chance. This is a ritual they repeated every Friday, and Melissa and I were there for all of them after that. I suppose that is why it has always been easier for me to piss in front of others – I had had loads of practise.

After each public pissing, Melissa and I always licked each other’s cunts clean of piss when we got back to one of our rooms, this being my first taste of another woman’s piss. It wasn’t the taste, but the act that was so special, and the last time I was in my university town, I made a point of going to that streetlight at 3am (this time with Victoria) and we both carried out the same piss ritual, in honour of those amazing women who I regularly pissed there with.

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