Pissing with Monica

As I approached the Motorway in the pouring rain, I felt a pang of sympathy for the line of hitchhikers waiting by the roadside. The rain was lashing down and they must have been feeling pretty miserable. I decided on impulse that I would be nice and pull over. At the front of the queue, a small black guy picked up his huge rucksack and struggled towards my van. When the door opened, I realised it was actually a girl. It just wasn't easy to tell, what with the torrential rain and the fact that she was wearing jeans, and an anorak with a hood pulled up.

"Where are you headed?" I asked.

"Glasgow. She replied.

"Well that's a coincidence," I replied, "so am I!"

"How long will it take?"

"All day - especially if this rain keeps up! I hope you're good company."

"Well, I'll try," she replied.

Well fortunately, she was. She had an easy, relaxed way about her. She explained she was going to meet up with some friends who were studying in Glasgow. It was half term and they planned to spend the week partying. I envied her. I was doing courier work, so I had to deliver two parcels in the morning and then drive back. I liked driving, but in the torrential rain it was hard work and slower than usual.

She took off her anorak and underneath she was wearing a T shirt bearing the slogan "What the Fuck are You Looking at?" I commented and she laughed.

"I'm not very lady like," she said, "sorry."

She certainly wasn't. She also suggested we play what she called "The truth game" to pass the journey. This basically involved asking each other increasingly risque questions which we had to answer truthfully. As a result of this, we learned that we were both bisexual, and that her name was Monica. She and I had fun comparing opinions on famous people in terms of attractiveness. I also learned that she confessed to "penis envy" as she called it. She preferred wearing trousers and like to drink pints of real ale. She sounded like she would be a fun companion for a night in a pub.

The hours passed quickly, but unfortunately the miles didn't. By lunchtime the rain had stopped but the traffic was still crawling. At this rate, we wouldn't make Glasgow by midnight. Eventually, we stopped altogether and after about ten minutes I switched off the engine. There had evidently been an accident and the motorway had ground to a standstill.

I was seriously glad of Monica's company now because the time flew by as we chatted about anything and everything. When the traffic started moving again it was getting dark. I had money for an overnight stop in Glasgow, but the parcels didn't need to be delivered until tomorrow. I explained that I was thinking of stopping overnight somewhere before it got too late. Monica asked if we could share a room to save money, and I readily agreed.

We pulled off at the next junction and I found a cheap hotel on the outskirts of a town that I had used before. I checked in to a twin bedded room and helped her with her rucksack. I only had a small overnight bag. There was no restaurant at the hotel but there was a pub nearby which served food. We took turns to shower and change in the en suite. Monica emerged wearing a long, wrap around skirt and certainly looked much more feminine than she had earlier.

"I though you preferred trousers?" I remarked.

"A girl can change her mind!" She relied.

We agreed to walk the mile or so so that I could have beer or two without having to drive.

After a hot meal, we started on the beer - Monica easily matched me pint for pint. I had no idea where she put it all in her small frame. The pints flowed and so did our conversation. Closing time arrived all to quickly and eventually we were forced to down our remaining beers and leave.

Outside, the fresh air hit me and I got a sense that I'd drunk quite a lot. I felt very slightly dizzy. Monica giggled, but otherwise looked quite unaffected by the large beer intake.

"Wow, look at the stars!" Monica said.

It was a brilliantly clear night, and the stars did indeed look spectacular.

It also occurred to me that I hadn't been to the toilet once and my bladder was starting to feel rather full. It wasn't that far to the hotel, but Monica seemed content to stroll slowly and enjoy the night air.

"They are beautiful," I agreed, "just wish I'd been for a pee before we left!"

"So, you're a guy!" Monica replied, "it's easy for you - you can pee anywhere."

"Not in front of a lady."

"Who said I was a lady? If you need a piss, go ahead! I don't want to rush back - it's so lovely out here."

We strolled down the lane hand in hand. I was enjoying the walk too - but scanning for suitable cover for a pee, as my need was getting urgent by now. But there really was no cover, just a wire fence separated the footpath from the field. Up ahead, there was a stile leading to a footpath across the field.

"I'm just going to nip over that stile for a pee then," I said.

I climbed over the stile and to my surprise, Monica climbed over too.

I walked into the field by Monica stayed right with me.

I stopped and she stopped right beside me.

Monica looked at me. "Do you want me to look away?"

"Err"

I didn't quite know what the right answer was.

"Sorry, I just love the way you guys can just stand there an aim it. I told you I had penis envy!"

"OK then."

I secretly felt a bit of thrill that Monica wanted to see my dick. I unfastened the zip on the front of my jeans and undid the button at the top. I reached inside my boxers and felt the cold night air as I pulled my prick out. I hoped I would be able to 'go' in front of Monica, but I needn't have worried. Enjoying my audience, I let fly into the night air.

"I needed that," I said.

"So I see!"

Presently, I finished peeing, shook out the drops and readjusted my clothing.

"You guys are so lucky," she said, "I'd love to be able to just whip it out and aim like that. Beer makes me pee so much."

"Really? I was beginning to think you were a camel!"

"No, once I start I'll be peeing all night."

"Well, don't let me stop you!"

Monica looked at me and giggled. "Look away then."

"That's not fair!"

"You wanna watch?"

"Sure I do."

"Kinky bastard!"

"And you're not?"

Monica laughed again and gathered her skirt around her waist. Then she squatted down on her heels, pulled the gusset of her panties aside to reveal her triangle of pubic hair. With a loud hiss she peed strongly on the ground in front of her, grinning at me with a naughty look in her eyes. I stooped down to get a better look, and felt my cock swell as I saw her pussy lips clearly in the moonlight.

"Dirty bastard!" She mocked.

"And you're not? You looked at my prick too!"

The hissing stopped.

"Have you got a tissue?"

"Err, no."

"Then what am I going to use?"

My swelling dick and the beer conspire to make me brave.

"My tongue!" I said.

"You are a dirty bastard, aren't you?"

"Yes. But tell me you don't like it!"

"You really wanna lick my pissy cunt? Go for it!"

She stood up, and removed her panties, then stood with her legs apart, cunt glistening. I didn't hesitate for a second. I knelt before her and licked at her swollen labia. She tasted of pee and smelt warm and musky. I sucked on her labia which made her gasp. I put my hands on her athletic firm buttocks and pulled her sex into my face. I sucked hard on her clit and she put her hands on my head as if to prevent me from escaping. I had no thoughts of escaping - I was in heaven with the taste of her sweet pussy in my mouth. I licked and sucked and as she climaxed her knees weakened and her whole body trembled. We collapsed in a heap on the ground.

"That was better than a tissue," she said eventually. "Best orgasm I've had in ages."

"Glad to be of service. The pleasure was all mine."

"I think I had the pleasure - you must be feeling frustrated?"

"I'm feeling like I need another piss," I replied, truthfully. While I had been licking Monica's pussy, I had been as hard as a rock. Now my erection had subsided, my bladder was feeling full again.

"Let me help you, then."

It was an instruction, and as she said it, Monica fumbled with my jeans. She unceremoniously hooked down my jeans and boxers down past my knees and then took hold of my dick. Unfortunately the feel of her warm hands quickly made it swell and harden, making it impossible for me to pee.

"I can't pee now!" I said.

"Oh, what a shame!" Monica laughed.

She pulled back my foreskin and placed her other hand gently under my balls. I gasped in pleasure and anticipation. Then she lowered her head and I felt the sudden warmth of her mouth as she went down on me. The sensation of pleasure coupled with the pain of my full bladder made my head reel. But the pleasure was winning and I didn't resist. She expertly ran her fingers around my balls and licked at the tip of my cock and I felt like I was going to explode. She was teasing me so expertly, causing waves of pleasure to surge through my cock and balls. Just when I thought I could take the sweet torture no more, she gripped my shaft and pumped firmly so that before I knew what was happening, my seed was coursing into her mouth. She milked me dry and licked my cock end clean, licking her lips and smiling sweetly.

She stood up and I held her to me and kissed her. She tasted of my cock as she pressed her body against mine tightly. It was a minute or two before I regained the power of speech.

"Wow," was all I managed.

"Did you like?"

"I can barely speak!" I stammered, "that was fantastic."

My bladder was ready to explode. I reminded Monica of this, and she pulled away from me, took hold of my penis and told me to go for it. I relaxed and she held my willy while I peed. Clear, steaming beer pee ran out of me and I gasped with relief. Monica wiggled the stream playfully - she was obviously enjoying directing my stream for me. The stream slowed to a trickle and then stopped. Monica shook the last drops from me but didn't let go. Instead, she knelt down, pulled back my foreskin and sucked my soft penis clean for me. The warmth of her mouth soon caused my cock to swell again.

"You're getting hard again!

"That's cos you're good at sucking it, "I replied.

"I like sucking it, it tastes good!" Monica purred, "but it's making me frustrated. I want to feel it in me."

The field was muddy but the stile facing the road looked useful. I suggested Monica might like to hold on to it, to which she readily agreed. She leaned forward and thrust her hips out. I lifted the skirt and pulled down her panties to reveal her gorgeous brown ass. I put the tip of my erection against the still wet pussy lips and pushed. My cock slid into her and it felt hot and moist. She gasped as I pushed my cock fully home. It felt wonderful as I slowly began to thrust firmly in and out. I took my time. Her cunt was heaven and the sight of her firm ass was so erotic. I reached under her top and felt her small, firm breasts and hard nipples. Monica moaned and reached down to play with her clit. On and on we went - I thought I would never tire of fucking this gorgeous creature. As she frigid herself to orgasm, I thrust myself deeper and deeper into her hot quim. She bucked and squirmed and I felt her vagina contract around my cock as she came. Her breathing slowed again and I slowed too, but still with my cock throbbing inside her.

"You're a good fuck," she said.

"Thank you," I said, still slowly thrusting my rock hard cock in and out slowly.

"Are you ready to cum?"

"Why?"

"Cos I need a wee!"

I carried on with my thrusting. The idea that I could stop now was unthinkable.

"No ... really ..."

I stopped with my dick fully inside her.

"Pee if you like, but I'm not taking this out!"

"Don't say I didn't warn you"

I resumed my fucking, building up to another blessed orgasm.

I felt warm splashes on my balls and legs. She had warned me and now her pee was escaping while I fucked her! That just sent me over the edge. With a final grunt I pumped my second load of sperm deep inside her. She gave up any kind of bladder control and warm piss hissed out of her pee hole, some of it running down my leg. I took my dick out and held it in the stream. It was warm and felt dirty but very good.

When she finished, I licked her cunt clean. It tasted of cum and piss.

"Dirty bastard!" Said Monica, not for the first time.

"Yes, but you love it!" I replied.

"Yes I fucking well do."