Part Six Pee Olympics

[Author's Note] I knew that, eventually, Ellie, Josh, and Isabella would engage in some *literal* pissing contests. Once I was done with this part of the story I realized that it was more than I'd bargained for, so I broke it into two parts. Part seven will follow immediately on from part six. As if it weren't obvious from the title, there's a LOT of pee in this one. So if you're inclined that way- read on!

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The noon light came spilling into the living room. I felt the warm sun on my face, gently waking me up from...was it sleep? A miniature coma? My mouth was cotton and my head felt boozy. Gradually, I became aware that I was completely naked. With not-inconsiderable difficulty, I opened my eyes. The blurry edges of my vision began to clear and I discovered that Ellie, also nude and snoring softly, was asleep on another part of the couch. I looked around the room. Not on the couch but at the foot of it, in a nest of pillows and sheets of her own making, was Isabella. She was sleeping on her side, her back to me. A thin, blue sheet was draped over her but her backside was bare. Her body rose and fell gently as she breathed.

I sat up, putting my fingers to my temples, trying to rub away the dull headache. I needed a glass of water badly. I also had to pee, but I didn't want to wake the girls. I sat still, trying to unscramble my brain, to piece together the events of the last eighteen hours.

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I knew this much: Ellie had been inspired. The day before, she had gone to the adult video rental store in Brookline. Pornography on the internet, in those days, was not as easy to come by as it is today. We relied on file-sharing sites, or whatever paltry, slow, and glitchy streaming websites existed in those days. Porn was plentiful, for sure, but only for the very patient and persistent. Whenever she got the urge, Ellie made infrequent but regular visits to a place down the road from her old apartment, renting DVDs to watch with her boyfriends-of-the-moment to spice things up, on occasion. She favored full length films strung together by ludicrous plots, the sillier the better.

On this particular visit, no doubt inspired by our group experiments with pee play, she decided to peruse the rather paltry "fetish" section of the store. All of this had to be done under the lascivious eyes of the clerks, of course, but Ellie had apparently been bold enough to go to the counter with a short stack of DVDs to borrow, all of which had some kind of watersports content.

The first one she watched was a dud. Simply titled "Peeing", it amounted to scene after scene of a woman with a heavy European accent walking around a mansion in a red dress, complaining that she simply could not find a toilet. She was never convincingly desperate, and each scene would end with her unenthusiastically pissing into a blue bucket that she carried around. All of the scenes played out exactly the same, and became repetitive and tiresome. Ellie had popped that one out after just a few minutes.

The next DVD involved several adult performers on a weekend away involving camping, having baths together, more-than-a-little outdoor fucking and, to Ellie's delight, a couple of scenes of casual outdoor pissing. In one scene, a girl stood naked and peed on the remnants of a campfire, impressively extinguishing it with her stream. In a later scene, a few girls in the shower together rather playfully took turns peeing on each other.

The third DVD Ellie tried was the raunchiest, and the clear winner as far as she was concerned. It was a series of (literal) pissing contests between four female competitors. The first contest was for distance. The women got on all fours, in crab walk position, and shot their streams some incredible distances. The winner managed to shoot nine feet in front of her. In the next scene, the contestants drank bottles of water, brought themselves to the point of desperation, and peed into glass measuring cups. The winner was the contestant whose measuring cup was the fullest at 450 milliliters, or just about two cups. One of the contestants had trouble controlling her stream and got as much pee outside of the cup as in it. There was a holding competition in which the last one to wet her pants was the winner, with lots of closeups of panties growing wet and pee running down legs as the contestants one by one lost control.

With each event in the competition, Ellie felt her arousal and curiosity growing. To help matters, she made sure not to relieve herself. Her own desperation immersed her in the clips. By the end of the hour-long DVD she had cum three times, all the while holding in her pee. Not thinking she could hold it for much longer, she ran into the bathroom, stripped, and stepped into the shower. Furiously rubbing her pussy, she came one final time as she released the contents of her bladder, peeing all over her hand and the floor of the shower, listening to the yellow river run down the drain. Before the post-orgasmic bliss had fully worn off, Ellie was already formulating her plan. She got into some clothes, then dialed a friend with a car.

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Ellie and Isabella were still sleeping soundly. I got up off the couch as gently and silently as I could, and tiptoed into the kitchen. The table was filled with beer bottles, water glasses, and empty red solo cups. Perfect, I thought. I grabbed a red cup and brought it down to my dick. I tried, in vain, to pee quietly. Before I was done the cup was almost full. With a little difficulty I squeezed shut my urethral sphincter and stopped the flow, setting down the first red cup and grabbing a second one. When I restarted my stream, the splash was even louder. I wasn't all that surprised when Ellie walked in, catching me mid-leak.

"Didn't do enough of that last night, huh?" Ellie said as she got herself a glass of water from the faucet.

"I didn't want to wake you," I said, still peeing. I finished just as I was about to reach the brim of the second cup, and gingerly placed it on the table. A bit of déjà vu--one of Ellie's rules for the evening had been "pee anywhere EXCEPT the toilet," and the red solo cups had come in handy for all three of us.

Ellie yawned. "I had to get up anyway. My shift starts at two."

"I forgot. It's Thursday." Isabella and I both had Thursday off--the three of us would all be in the store together the following day.

Ellie had filled the carafe with water and was pouring it into the coffee maker. I walked over to her and grabbed a glass, filling it with water from the sink. I drank it a little too fast and felt a bit queasy.

"I don't mind," Ellie said. "You guys get to clean up." Her eyes darted down to my newly filled piss cups.

"Oh, right," I said. I carried them to the bathroom and poured them into the toilet. I saw that Isabella was beginning to stir from her spot by the couch. She threw off the sheet--she was naked underneath as well. We had played a lot of games last night, but at the moment I couldn't quite remember how the night had finished- I didn't quite know why were all asleep in the living room.

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Ellie had called her friend, and occasional fuck-buddy, Rick. Rick had a car, and Ellie was going to need some supplies.

"'Big Dick' Rick?" Isabella asked when Ellie got home with paper shopping bags and started unloading.

"Yep," Ellie said. She took out a sleeve of red solo cups, a twenty-four pack of Pabst Blue Ribbon cans, ping pong balls, and three colorful Nalgene bottles of the type with liquid measure units on the side.

"Did he ask any questions? About...well, all of this?" I asked, indicating the supplies with my hand.

"Rick doesn't ask many questions. I can't imagine what he thought all of this was for." Ellie was unloading the contents of her second shopping bag: Wet Swiffer pads, other various cleaning supplies. And a large, sealed package of something I didn't recognize.

"What are those?" I asked.

"Pee pee pads," said Ellie. "You put 'em on the floor, like for training puppies."

Isabella examined the package and raised her eyebrows at Ellie. "And why do we need..."

"Oh, they're going to come in handy," Ellie said with a twinkle in her eye.

Ellie began to lay out her plan for us. "The first event is a holding contest. The last person to pee themselves is the winner." She had a whiteboard from her bedroom. She'd written our names at the top--a makeshift scoreboard.

The first event was to last the longest, and Ellie was going to make sure we passed the time in an entertaining fashion. The kitchen table was set up for beer pong. In the living room, she laid out a deck of cards for a drinking game called "Kings". She took out two shot glasses for a game called "Quarters", one of our favorites. Last, she filled the Nalgene bottles--32 ounces of water every hour was her directive.

"When competing in athletic events, it's important to stay hydrated," Ellie said with a wink.

The water, combined with the Pabst Blue Ribbons we consumed during the games, did fast work. Isabella was the first to show signs of desperation. During a round of beer pong in the kitchen, she started dancing from foot to foot. When she did stand still, she bent slightly at the waist, squeezing her thighs together. The girls were both dressed for competition--sports bras and spandex shorts. I was in an A-shirt and boxer briefs, the outline of my cock quite visible, I was certain. Watching Isabella hold in her pee had given me an erection, which was a welcome distraction from my own growing urge to urinate. The kitchen floor under the beer pong table was helpfully covered in Ellie's puppy pads, helpful for the occasional spilled beer as well as what was clearly about to happen.

"Definitely just leaked a little" Isabella said. Now she was dancing around the room, holding her crotch.

"Is that disqualifying?" I asked.

"Judges say she's still in the competition," said Ellie.

We were forty-five minutes into the game when Isabella finally gave in to her need. She was standing by the fridge with her back to us, hands between her legs, when we heard her say, "Ooooh shit." Then we heard a babbling brook sound as her pee ran down her legs to the floor to be soaked up by the pads. She turned to face us, peeing freely now, making no effort to hold it back. Her expression was one of total relief. She moaned with pleasure as her stream became rapid, ran noisily down her legs and into a yellow puddle that spread beneath her feet. The sound was doing no favors to Ellie and me, quite desperate to pee ourselves. Isabella looked at us rather smugly, still peeing noisily. "Worth it," she said, smiling. "This feels amazing". After she finished there was a sizable wet patch on the crotch of her shorts, and, when she spun around, an even larger wet patch on her butt. She pulled her shorts down to look, mooning us. She bounced playfully up and down, letting her ass cheeks jiggle a little bit. Then she pulled her wet shorts back up and stepped out of her pee puddle.

Now it was my and Ellie's turn to hold ourselves. Isabella insisted on another game of beer pong now that she had a clear advantage--Ellie and I would be playing one-handed. I lost the coin toss and had to play first round while Ellie watched and bounced up and down with both hands between her legs. I didn't play very well which, of course, resulted in me having to down more beer. Each sip was agony, but I managed to finish the game without wetting myself. Then it was Ellie's turn to play against Isabella.

Ellie, one hand on her crotch while she bounced ping pong balls, taunted me jovially. Isabella looked delighted by our distress. She had lost the competition only twenty minutes before, but the amount of water and beer we were consuming made her have to pee again already. She decided to use the opportunity to torment Ellie and me by pulling down her pants, grabbing a red solo cup, and noisily filling it with her pee while we had to watch, back teeth swimming. Isabella made theatrically loud noises of relief, aah-ing and sighing.

"Fuck it," I said, and finally unclenched my urethra. Hot piss flooded my boxer briefs, running down my legs and splashing to the floor.

"Ha-HA. Victory!" cried Ellie in a Shakespearean boom. In the next second she grabbed another red solo cup from the table, yanked her spandex shorts down to her knees like Isabella, and released her desperate bladder. Her pee made a hissing sound as it collected fast in the red solo cup.

"Oh, you're not gonna wet yourself too?" said Isabella, placing her own pee cup, nearly full to the brim, back on the table."

"Champion's privilege," said Ellie, stopping her stream just before the cup overflowed, then grabbing a second cup which she also very nearly filled.

"Try not to get those mixed up with the beer," I said, finally able to stop peeing myself. The front of my boxer briefs was soaked.

Ellie laughed. She and Isabella both pulled up their pants. Isabella took a dry erase marker and awarded herself one point, me two, and Ellie three. Ellie grabbed a big black garbage bag from beneath the sink, began gathering the soiled pee-pads from the floor and putting them into it. After that there was surprisingly little clean up- the pads had done the trick. I looked at the digital clock over the oven and saw that it was only eight o'clock. Ellie refilled our Nalgene bottles with water and ushered us into the living room.

"Next event," she said, "is capacity." Her idea was that we would finish drinking the 32 ounces of water in the Nalgene bottle, and the winner of round two would be the first to refill the Nalgene bottle entirely with pee. This would be accomplished while a game of Kings was played on the coffee table in the living room. That meant more beer, of course. For good measure, Ellie put down some more pee pads on the floor, "in case our aim isn't perfect."

I was amazed at how fast I needed to pee again. In the middle of dealing the fourth hand of Kings, I pulled my cock out of my wet underwear and filled the Nalgene bottle up to the 12 oz line. We were so well hydrated that our pee was nearly clear. Isabella went next, pulling her pants down and squatting over the wide mouth of the Nalgene bottle. She peed a hard stream, which collected like a heady draught of beer, and when she was done her pee came nearly up to the 16 oz line. I responded to this threat to my supremacy by chugging another can of PBR. Ellie took off her pants and stood bottomless in the living room, positioning her bottle between her muscular thighs, just beneath her shaved pussy. She put both hands on her hips and peed for what seemed like a whole minute all the way up to the 20 oz line.

"Holy shit, Ellie," said Isabella, impressed. "You're like a camel."

Ellie smiled, standing before us, still holding her two thirds full bottle with no hands.

I had a feeling I wouldn't win this round, but I put up a valiant fight, finishing just 4 ounces short of the goal line after I peed for a second time. Isabella managed a first-place victory simply because she had to go again before Ellie did. She took off her shorts, squatted and peed into her bottle for the second time. She was looking down at herself as she went, and saw that she was peeing past the goal line and hadn't stopped yet. "Oh shit, oh shit!" she said as the bottle threatened to overflow. She stopped her stream, and her legs was trembling a bit as she called out "Shit...I'm not done...give me something else to pee in!" Ellie grabbed an empty beer cup from the coffee table and thrust it underneath Isabella. Isabella just managed to hold on until the cup was in place before she let out the rest in a fast, powerful spurt. "Aaaaaaahhhhh," she sighed.

The round ended there, putting us all in a three-way tie, and leaving Ellie to determine a means to break it.

"I wanted to do a distance round," Ellie said. "But we'd need a backyard for that, I think. So: it's time for a physical challenge! Sharp shooting." Rosy-cheeked from the drinking, she explained what was to be the final event of the evening. It involved both girls standing in the shower and peeing on a specific target, namely me. Since my penis afforded my an unfair advantage in this round, Ellie had dreamed up an alternate event for me.

"Do you think you can pee with a hard on?" Ellie asked me.

"I...I've never tried," I admitted.

"Well," Ellie said. "There's really only one way to find out."

(To Be Continued...)