Madeleine lived with two other women in a top
floor flat. It was a good place to live, but it had one
major drawback. The bathroom was down a flight of stairs,
outside the door of the flat itself. In the winter it
became very, very cold. She'd lost count of the number of
times they'd had problems with frozen pipes in January or
February. This year, it looked like another cold winter was
on its way. She was REALLY getting sick and tired of waking
up at 2 or 3 in the morning, desperate for a pee, knowing she'd
have to go down there into the freezing cold. Once she'd
even peed into an old pan right there in the bedroom, to save the
cold journey downstairs. Seemed like a good idea at the
time - but oh, the smell!
What she needed was something better; something she could pee
into without even getting out of bed, but without the hassle of
the smell afterwards... As she lay in bed, contemplating the
problem, she looked at her lover, John, fast asleep by now.
"It's alright for men", she thought, "they don't
have to freeze their butt off on a cold toilet seat".
Just then, an intriguing idea came into Madeleine's head. A
smile flashed across her pretty, delicate features as she thought
more about it. She looked at John's mouth, slightly open,
as he lay there asleep, dead to the world. "Hmm",
she thought, "he'd have to be trained - gradually at
first. Nothing too shocking to start with. But why
not? Quite a challenge!". As she lay there, thinking
how best to start the idea, she gently fingered the outer lips of
her pussy as she slowly drifted off to sleep....
A couple of nights later, John and Madeleine came back from the
bar, giggling and laughing as they climbed the stairs up to
Madeleine's flat. They'd both had too much to drink! Now
was the time to strike, she thought. "I need to go to
the bathroom", she said. "Okay", said John,
"Give me the keys and I'll open the flat up..".
But Madeleine had a different idea. "No, John, I want
you to come with me" she said, as she gently took him by the
hand, led him into the bathroom, and locked the door behind
them. She was quite desperate now, and had her skirt and
panties off in no time. John wasn't sure what was going on;
he stared at her crotch in a mixture of awe and
bewilderment. "Hurry up, John, come here", she
said, armed stretched out towards him. He stepped closer;
close enough for Madeleine to grab him by the wrist. She
quickly sat down, just in time, because the torrent had already
started! "Well", she thought "this is
it". She opened her legs slightly and pushed John's
hand clumsily downwards. She pressed her thighs together to
stop him taking his hand away. She hadn't stopped peeing
and his hand got a severe drenching. She gazed at him with
curiosity. He still hadn't said a word, as he stared down
at his now dripping hand wondering if that really had
happened. She leant over and kissed him gently on the
lips. "What was that like?" she asked.
"Er, well....warm....". She took his hand out from
between her legs and pushed it in his face. He backed away.
"And a bit smelly", he said. "But you liked
it, didn't you?", she said, watching the growing bulge in
his trousers. John nodded quickly. "Good",
she said, "there's plenty more where THAT came
from...".
His education had begun. Within a fortnight, it was almost
over! After wetting his hand, the next stage was to get his
whole arm down there, so that his hand was in the water of the
toilet. No problem. Then she dried herself, not with
toilet tissue, but with John's other hand. Again, he passed with
flying colours. He was beginning to get used to the idea of
being peed on! The next test might be more difficult, but
what the heck? She'd come this far, why not try it?
This time BOTH of John's arms had to go down there while she
relieved herself on them. "Now I can't dry myself on your
hand, can I?", she said, not wanting an answer.
"So I want you to hold still while I find something else to
wipe myself on". She knew exactly what to use; she
didn't have to look far. Standing up she gently took hold
of John's head and tipped it back slightly. "Now don't
move!", she said as she pushed her wet pussy into his face
and wiped herself dry on him. "Good boy", she
said, bending over to kiss him on the top of his head. Well
she wasn't going to kiss him on his lips; she knew EXACTLY where
they'd been! "Come on, wash your hands. Don't
you know you must always wash your hands after I've been to the
toilet?". They both smiled at each other.
Only two more hurdles and then he'd be ready for the ultimate
test.
"I've got the hot water on, would you like to have a
bath?", Madeleine asked, knowing she'd insist on it if he
said no. Luckily, John readily agreed. It wasn't long
before the hot "water" was ready, in both senses,
thanks to three cups of coffee. She followed him down to
the bathroom, much to his puzzlement. "I need to have
a pee", she explained. "Oh, and I suppose you'll
want me to 'give you a hand', as usual", he said,
smiling. "Not quite, hurry up and get undressed!"
she said, hopping slightly as the pressure began to build.
"Now, John, into the bath!" "B-b-but
it's freezing!", he protested. "Never mind that,
I'll soon warm you up" she said. By now she could hold
on no longer. He was now obediently lying down, face up, in the
bath, shivering slighty. She was naked from the waist down
and was now standing over him, legs open wide. "I
think you need a good shower before you can have your bath",
she said, unable to hold on any longer. At first a gentle
trickle escaped and dropped onto his belly. He gasped with
a mixture of surprise and pleasure. It was a lot hotter
than he expected, almost burning. He looked down at his
cock, now stiffening for some reason, and at his belly which was
about to get drenched again. But nothing happened. He
looked up at Madeleine just in time to see a shaft of pee hit him
squarely in the face. He closed his eyes, which were
stinging now. But she didn't - she COULDN'T - stop.
Her torrent of abuse carried on at full strength into his face,
then moved down over his chest, belly, legs and then back to his
face. It seemed to go on for ages; he was now thoroughly
soaked with the golden, evil-smelling stuff. He still had
his eyes closed, everything now quiet. "Have you
finished then?", he said. Madeleine said
nothing. He opened his eyes to see her wet pussy only
centimetres from his face. A solid stream hit him in the
eyes a second time. "Nearly, but not quite" she
said, enjoying every minute of it. She had never pissed on
a man before, and she was getting quite turned on by it
now. She grabbed his towel and stepped out of the bath,
drying her feet and some parts of her legs which had been
splashed. But all in all, she'd stayed remarkably dry. She
put her panties and skirt back on. "Oh, John, you
smell disgusting, like a ladies' toilet. I think you'd
better have a bath." With that, she left the bathroom,
went upstairs and lay on the bed. She then masturbated
herself to one of the most powerful orgasms she'd ever had. This
time she wasn't even thinking of Tom Cruise; but the expression
on poor John's wet face as he desperately tried to avoid her
stinking jet of pee. But when a lady needs the john....
"Tea or coffee, John?", Madeleine asked, a couple of
nights later. Her flat-mates were away for the weekend, so
she had the place to herself. "Oh, anything, I'm not really
bothered - you choose", he called to her from the
bedroom. Good, she thought, that's exactly what she was
going to do. She gently pushed the kitchen door closed so
he couldn't really hear what was going on. Pulling her
panties and tights down just enough, she lifted her skirt and
pushed his mug between her ample thighs. She wasn't
desperate, so she was fairly confident she'd be able to stop
after a while. Even so she was surprised so have filled it
over two-thirds full; she THOUGHT it had only been a couple of
squirts. Even John would notice that much. She tipped most
of it out, leaving about a sixth. After all, it was fairly
strong. She then topped it up with tea and milk, and then
added sugar taking care to use a different teaspoon to stir her
own drink. In the bedroom, she offered him the mug, as
nonchalantly as possible. "There's your tea", she
said, trying not to over-emphasise any particular word.
"Oh, thanks...", he said, putting it down on the
table. A few minutes later - it seemed like hours to
Madeleine - he absent-mindedly picked up the mug, took a sip, and
then put it back on the table. Madeleine was staring at him
intently. He felt her eyes on him and looked up. She
quickly looked down at the magazine on her lap and pretended to
read. Another sip, this time a slightly querulous
expression on his face, and then down went the mug.
"Tea alright, is it?", she asked, as casually as she
could. "Yeah, fine thanks,
though...". He looked as if he was searching for
the right word. By now she could hardly contain herself; it
was turning her on so much, she was getting quite moist down
there. "...though it could do with a bit more
sugar." Damn, she thought. Right, next time I'm going
to be more 'generous'.
The following night, it was almost a repeat performance.
But this time she only tipped a little out - leaving over half
the amber nectar in his mug. Mind you, it didn't look as
strong tonight, so he deserves to have more. "Which is
mine?", he said picking up the WRONG mug. "Oh,
not that one", said Madeleine, "...this one's got the
sugar in it" she said, handing him the 'special' cup of
tea. "Thanks" he said, taking a few big
gulps. "Jeeze, I needed that, I'm really
thirsty", he said, putting the mug down.
"Although, it's not very hot". 'Men', thought
Madeleine, 'they're always complaining about something. You
go to the trouble of making them a nice drink, with added extras,
and all they do is complain.' She smiled to herself!
A few minutes later, he downed the lot and asked if there was any
more left. "Oh yes, plenty more", she said, by
now getting quite desperate for a pee. "Was it okay,
then?" she asked? "Uh-huh?....oh, the tea?
Yeah, it wasn't bad, this time I could taste the piss in
it". HE HAD KNOWN ALL ALONG! They smiled at one
another. She moved towards him, lifting her skirt and
trying to pull her panties down. "More tea,
vicar?", she said as she took his empty mug. He nodded
vigorously and watched the spectacle as she quickly filled it up
with her hot, golden wine. "Do you want any milk in
that?", she asked. "Not, it's okay, I'll have it
as it is. Anyway I don't think you've left any room for the
milk". He looked her straight in the eyes and took a
huge mouthful, wincing slightly. "Have you got any
sugar, though?....."
My student has graduated with flying colours, she thought.
He is finally ready for the ultimate test.
A couple of nights later it was EXCEPTIONALLY cold. Outside
it was about 5 degrees below freezing, and the old gas fire was
having problems keeping the room tolerably warm. Madeleine
and John were huddled around it, trying to keep each other
warm. John poured the last of the Riesling into Madeleine's
glass. "There you are, you may as well have
that. I'll drink it later." They looked at each
other with immediate understanding. At last he's ready, she
thought, but next time he is NOT going to have it in a mug.
He'll drink it "draught"; straight from the, er,
"horses mouth".
Madeleine didn't know how long she'd been lying there awake, but
she knew she'd have to do something. Either get up, hoping
not to wake John, and go down to the arctic wastes of the
bathroom. Or.... She looked at his mouth. 'Can
I really expect him to do it? Is it fair? Is he READY for
it yet?' She thought of someone pissing into HER mouth.
Yeuch. No, I can't. She decided to go down to the
bathroom like a proper lady should.
Slowly and carefully she edged out of bed, putting her foot down
onto the carpet searching for her slippers. The moonlight
was providing enough light for her to see - well, almost
enough! "Ow!!!" she cried out, having found
the safety pin she'd lost a couple of days earlier. "Uh,
huh...is that you, Madeleine? Are you okay".
Damn, she thought. "Yeah, I just trod on the safety pin I
lost. Don't worry, I'm okay". She was really getting
quite desperate now, probably due to the cold. She swung her legs
back into the bed, and snuggled up to John. She stared
again at his mouth. Okay, she thought, this is it.
"John, you know when you drank that mug or 'tea' the other
night? The one I prepared personally for you?".
John smiled at the thought. "Well, how would you like
to find out what it tastes like draught?" John stared
back at her, eyes wide open, wondering if he had heard her
correctly. "Er, yeah, okay Madeleine, whenever you like, I'm
game for it....". How about now, she thought.
She had to be quick, or she'd end up wetting the bed. She
put the bedside light on and told John to lie on his back in the
middle of the bed. "I hope you're thirsty, I'm not
sure I'll be able to stop!". "Wh-
wh-what...NOW??", he said, still slightly sleepy. She
tilted his head back and pressed her vulva against his face,
moving it down trying to find the right position.
"Ready?", she asked. "Uuurgghh", he
said, unable to speak properly because his mouth was full (how
rude). "Okay, here we go" she said, as she
started to pee, slowly at first. His mouth filled up
quickly. "UURRGGHHH!!!!", he said squeezing
her buttocks to ask her to stop. She did. "Okay
swallow - and hurry!". He swallowed - not easy lying
on your back. "Open wide", she commanded, this
time not being able to stop a violent spurt erupting in his mouth
and hitting the back of his throat. "UUrrghhh".
"Well swallow it then!". He swallowed. "Open
wide". Another squirt, which stopped.
"Swallow"..."Open wide". And so it
continued. By now they were almost into a rhythmn, and it
wasn't long before she had completed emptied her bladder into his
mouth. She felt a LOT better now. But better still, his
training was now complete. She patted him on his belly, the
site of her new-found toilet. It was warm, unlike the
iciness of the toilet seat downstairs. She didn't even have to
flush; but best of all, no smell. She lifted her pussy
above his face, then drew it downwards over his face, slowly and
deliberately wiping herself dry on his nose and mouth. By
now she was getting cold, so she unstraddled him, and lay back
down in the bed. Only a couple of minutes earlier, John had been
fast asleep. He still wasn't sure whether he had dreamt it
all, but the smell on his breath and the feeling of a full
stomach persuaded him that he probably hadn't! "It's so much
better to use the LOCAL john, don't you think?, she said, turning
the light off. "Oh and John; don't wake me up when you
go down to the bathroom soon, will you?"
Shivering slightly, she turned over ready for sleep. She
thought how utterly convenient her new local john was, always on
hand to service her. And he WAS much warmer than the cold
bathroom downstairs. And after all, it was only
November......