Outdoor Toilet

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Author's note:

This story is meant to be a fantasy. As such, many points of reality are put to the side, such as safety and pregnancy, as well as others.

Additionally, this story will cover a wide range of sexual activities. I will try to cover them in the intro, but please be aware. All characters are at least 18 years of age.

Following comments that I have gotten previously; Everything here is meant for the purpose of telling a story and titillating the reader and is not meant as a portrait of reality. I love hearing from readers, but if you comment that it wouldn't happen that way in real life, well, that's why it's a fantasy.

Topics: piss drinking, nature, pee

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I always loved the outdoors and the concept of hiking and camping out in the woods. The only problem for me was that as a girl, there was no good way to use the bathroom. Squatting to pee in the great outdoors is the bane of my existence.

"I love you," I told my boyfriend, "but I really don't want to go camping with you."

"Why not?" Evan asked. "I really don't understand. You love going on long walks and you said the other day good romantic it would be to be out in the middle of nowhere together."

"Yeah. In a cabin. With bathrooms."

"Come on. Is it really that bad? Women go camping all the time."

"Guys have no idea just how good they've got it. No matter how careful you are, or how you prepare, you are going to get pee on yourself or your clothing."

"What if I come up with a way for you to pee without getting any on you?"

"And without squatting in bushes, or getting dirt in my pussy?"

"Yes."

"Then sure. If you can promise me that, then I'll go camping with you. But unless you can come out with a way to pee for me, it's not happening."

"I'll figure something out," Evan said, excited.

"And I can tell you right now, those funnel things, they don't really work. I've tried."

My boyfriend looked a bit deflated at that, but nodded. I let it go and forgot about it. A month later, Evan asked me to go camping with him over the weekend.

"I thought we talked about this already," I asked.

"We did, and I figured it out, so we can go," he said.

"Oh yeah, what's your magic solution?"

"You'll see," he promised.

I tried convincing him to tell me, but he wouldn't budge. I finally agreed, but on one condition.

"Fine, I'll go. But if you don't follow through, you are taking me directly to a hotel for a full spa weekend instead."

"Deal."

We packed up in the morning and left directly after leaving work early on Friday. It was a two hour drive to the start of the trail. We got there a couple of hours before it was supposed to get dark.

"Well, we are here," I did, getting out of the car and grabbing my bag. "Are you finally going to show me the solution?"

"Do you need to pee already?" Evan teased, knowing that we had stopped at a gas station less than a half hour earlier.

"No, but I figure if you don't hold up your end, then we can get right back in the car and head for the spa."

"Hey, I promised, didn't I? Now, let's go."

I laughed, mainly from his enthusiasm and followed after him. He was right. I really enjoyed myself. The weather was great. The view was beautiful, and there was something really nice about being completely alone with my boyfriend in the middle of nowhere.

We hiked for an hour, making sure to stay hydrated, which Evan insisted on, being a regular hiker. When we next stopped in the shade of a large tree, I took another large sip of water.

"Ok, now it's time. Let's see it." I said, taking off my pack.

"See what?" My boyfriend asked, looking around.

"Your magic solution. I've got to pee."

"Oh. Ok."

He pulled off his bag and pulled out another bag. Opening it, he pulled out a plastic ring, which expanded up into what looked like a small stool.

"Ta-da! A portable toilet for those who need it."

I looked at it dubiously.

"And what do I do with it when I'm done?"

"Fold it back up?" He responded, not quite sure what I was asking.

"Let's assume that it works as advertised. After I'm done, it's going to be covered in pee on the inside. How exactly am I supposed to fold it up and put it away?"

"I guess rinse it off with some water?"

I wasn't convinced.

"Just try it, ok?" He asked.

"Fine, but remember that if it doesn't work, you owe me a spa weekend."

I took the contraption behind a bush and set it down on a flat area. I pulled down my shorts and panties and squatted down on it. As soon as I settled my weight on it, it collapsed under me, sending me tumbling backwards. Evan came running at my scared yell and found me laying on the ground with my shorts around my ankles, sprawled out.

"Are you ok?" He asked, helping me to my feet.

"Physically, yes. But I don't know how I'm expected to use it if it won't hold my weight."

"Seriously? It's supposed to be able to. That's what it's meant for."

"Ok. Enough. I'm going to pee and then we are going to a hotel. I tried, and it was nice, but I'm going to call this experiment a failure and I'm going to limit this disaster to just once."

"There is another option," Evan said hesitantly.

"Oh yeah?" I said, my tone sharper than he probably deserved. "What, are you going to pee for me?"

"Kind of?" He said awkwardly.

"Really?"

"Yeah. I came across a suggestion while looking for solutions," he trailed off.

"And?"

"Well, a lot of people in the forum didn't believe him, but someone else said that they also did it."

"And? I really need to pee, so getting to the solution faster would be better, before I explode."

"Ok. It's like this. Let me show you." He dropped down to his knees next to me and spread my legs as far as my shorts would allow. "Now bend your knees a bit and push your hips forward."

"I feel like I'm about to get covered in pee," I said, following his instructions and his guiding hands.

"I know, but let's try this one last thing, and if it doesn't work, then spa it is."

"Fine," I grumbled, but started thinking about the incredible massage that was coming my way.

"Now, close your eyes and when I say go, you can go." He said with a smirk.

"Fine," I sighed and closed my eyes, wanting to get it over with, especially as it wasn't the most comfortable position to stand in.

"Ok, go."

I relaxed the muscles that had been holding my pee in. I felt that glorious first rush of relief. And then I felt my boyfriend's mouth close over the top of my pussy and his hands grab hold of my hips. My eyes flew open and I tried to stop peeing, to pull away, anything, but I couldn't. His hands hehe my hips in place and my bladder was so full and I had been waiting for long enough, that stopping was beyond me.

I watched in horrified fascination as my boyfriend drank my hot piss straight from the source. His lips were locked tight against my folds as my stream of pee filled his mouth. He swallowed again and again. By the time I could have stopped, I was too entranced to. I let him drink my piss until he sucked up the last dribbles. Then he licked my pisshole and the surrounding area.

"There," He said, catching his breath. "No mess. As promised."

"What. The. Fuck. Was that?" I asked, still standing there with my shorts down.

"I told you. I saw it online, and I promised you a solution. I keep my promises to you."

"That was without a doubt the most freakish thing I have ever seen."

"I'm sorry," Evan apologized. "Let's head back to the car. I'm sure you've picked out a good hotel already."

"Oh no," I said, surprising even myself. "No, no. You wanted to go spend a weekend camping and hiking, so we are going to spend the weekend camping and hiking. And you are just going to have to play the part of my travel toilet."

"Are you sure?"

"What, are you suddenly chickening out?"

"No, but I thought you said.."

"Oh. You are a dirty freak, for sure. But for now, you are my dirty freak, and I'm not going to let you off easy."

"Ok," said Evan, clearly not sure how to take any of what I said.

"Up, toilet boy," I said, pulling up my shorts. "And don't think I'm going to kiss that mouth of yours until you use mouthwash, either."

He went to pull the mouthwash out of his bag, but I stopped him.

"Don't waste it. I might need to pee again before we camp."

He blushed, which made me chuckle. We picked up our packs and I got ready to start walking again.

"I actually need to pee as well," he said and stepped back off the path.

I heard the sounds of his stream hitting the ground. It was never anything I had thought about before, but I wondered what it looked like when he peed.

We continued on our hike until we got to a stream he had marked out as our camping ground for the night. We unpacked and started to set up for making a fire and dinner. Once the fire was going, I announced that I needed to pee. I started to walk to the edge of the clearing and into the bushes, but stopped.

"There's really no reason to go anywhere, is there?" I said, turning back to Evan.

"I guess not," he said from where he was sitting by the fire.

As I approached, I couldn't tell if he was red from the heat or if he was blushing again. I pulled down my shorts again, but this time I stepped out of them completely. The warmth from the fire felt nice on my ass as I stood in front of my boyfriend, naked green the waist down. I placed one foot on the log that he was sitting on, spreading myself and presenting my pussy to him.

As Evan leaned in I could see the confusion on his face. On the one hand, I knew that the smell of my cunt was turning him on. He loved eating me out. On the other hand, what I was about to do to him was dirty and humiliating. We locked eyes as I gently held on to the back of his head.

"Are you ready," I asked, my voice low and sultry.

Evan hesitated for a moment, but then opened his mouth wide. I let out a soft sigh as I began to pee, the warm stream flowing directly into Evan's mouth. He kept his eyes open and locked on mine as he swallowed. The look of humiliation in his eyes was turning me on, something I would have never expected.

"Good boy," I murmured, running my fingers through his hair as I continued to piss into his mouth. "Drink it all up."

Evan did as he was told, swallowing every drop of my piss. I could feel the warmth of the fire on my skin, the coolness of the night air against my wet pussy. It was a heady, intoxicating sensation.

As I finished peeing, I pulled away from Evan, letting go of his hair. He looked like a bit of a mess, with wetness clinging to his chin. At first I thought it was pee and that he had spilled some, but then I realized it was my juices. He looked humiliated, but he also looked turned on, his cock straining against his pants.

"Did you enjoy that?" I asked, a wicked grin spreading across my face.

"No!" Evan protested, even though it was clear that it wasn't so simple.

"Good," I said, stepping back not bothering to put my shorts back on. "Because that would make you a dirty toilet boy, and we both know that you aren't, right?"

"Right. Of course."

After dinner, Evan excused himself to go pee. I stood up and followed him, a mischievous smile on my face.

"Where are you going?" Evan asked, turning to me with a confused expression.

"I'm coming with you," I said, linking my arm through his. "After all, you drank so much of my piss earlier. This is really just me peeing again."

Evan's face turned red as he realized what I was saying. "But..." he stammered.

"Oh, come on," I said, giving him a playful nudge. "Don't be such a prude. It's just a natural bodily function. Besides, you've seen me pee twice now."

Evan hesitated for a moment, but then shrugged and led the way out of the clearing. He unzipped his pants and began to pee, his back to me.

I stepped up behind him, reaching around to take hold of his cock. Evan gasped in surprise as I guided the stream of piss, directing it away from the tree and onto the ground.

"Hey!" he protested, trying to pull away.

"Relax," I said, holding him firmly in place. "I'm just making sure that none of my precious pee goes to waste."

Evan groaned, but he didn't try to pull away again. In fact, I could feel his cock harding in my hand. It seemed that he was enjoying this little game as much as I was.

As he finished peeing, I let go of his cock and stepped back. Evan turned to me, a sheepish grin on his face.

"I can't believe you just did that," he said, shaking his head.

"What I can't believe is just how easy you guys have it. Of course you don't mind going out hiking everywhere. It's so easy."

Evan's grinned as he started zipping up his pants.

"Maybe don't put it away just yet," I said. "It's not like I'm wearing pants either and I might decide I have another use for it."

My boyfriend shrugged and left his penis sticking out through his zipper. It was fun watching him walk with it bouncing around. Back at the campsite, we settled in for the night. Without saying a word, I stood up and turned to face him. From the look in his eyes, I could tell that he wasn't sure if I was needed to pee or something else.

"Fuck me," I commanded, bending over and presenting myself to him.

Evan didn't need any more encouragement. He quickly moved behind me, his hands gripping my hips as he lined himself up with my entrance.

With one hard thrust, he entered me, his cock filling me up completely. I cried out, my body trembling with pleasure as he began to pound into me.

It was rough and raw, exactly what I needed. I could feel every inch of him as he slammed into me, his hips slapping against my ass. I reached down and began to rub my clit, the sensation of his cock inside me and my own touch sending me over the edge.

I came with a scream, my body shaking as waves of pleasure washed over me. Evan followed shortly after, his own orgasm causing him to collapse on top of me.

We lay there for a few minutes, panting and sweaty, our bodies entwined. Finally, Evan pulled out of me and helped me stand up, pulling me close and kissing me deeply. Between washing his mouth out and eating dinner, I didn't taste my piss at all.

"That was incredible," he murmured, his hands roaming over my body.

"Mmm," I agreed, smiling up at him. "Maybe camping trips aren't so bad."

I woke up the next morning with a desperate need to pee. I glanced over at Evan, who was still fast asleep, and couldn't help but smile. I knew exactly what I wanted to do.

I gently shook Evan awake, a mischievous grin on my face. "Hey," I whispered, my voice low and sultry. "I need to pee," I said, straddling his chest and positioning myself over his face.

Evan's eyes widened as he struggled to fully wake up, but I could see the desire in them as well. He didn't protest as I lowered myself down onto his face, my pussy hovering just above his mouth.

I let out a sigh of relief as I began to pee, the warm stream flowing into Evan's mouth. He swallowed hungrily, his tongue darting out to catch any drops that escaped.

When I was finished, I didn't move. Instead, I began to grind my hips against Evan's face, my clit in his mouth, my asshole rubbing against his nose. I could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building, and I knew that I wanted to ride Evan's face until I came. I was pretty sure that he could taste the reminders of his cum in my pussy from the night before.

Evan seemed to sense what I wanted, because he began to lick and suck on my clit with renewed energy, clearly not minding the taste. I cried out, my hips bucking as I ground myself against his face.

It didn't take long before I was on the brink of orgasm. I could feel the tension building in my body, the pleasure mounting until I couldn't take it anymore. With a final cry, I came, my body shaking as waves of pleasure washed over me.

I collapsed forward, my body spent. Evan took advantage of the position to slide his cock into my mouth, and I eagerly began to suck on it. I could taste myself on him, and it only turned me on more.

I worked his cock with my mouth, my tongue swirling around the head as I took him deeper and deeper. I could feel him tensing up, his breathing becoming ragged.

With one final thrust, Evan came, his cock pulsing as he exploded into my mouth. I swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of him.

Two years later we got married. Hiking trips became a regular thing in our relationship. Evan held to his promise and I never got any pee on myself while we were out. It was also something that we never played with while we weren't on a trip. Well, except for on our wedding night. There was so much dress and getting undressed to pee wasn't an option. And there was something about him in his tux, on his knees, under my dress, drinking my piss, that was a perfect memory that would stay with me for the rest of my life.