This is a story about female peeing and masturbation. If that's not your thing, please do not read further.
If it is your thing, continue on! I hope you enjoy this installment of the "Piss Practice" saga.
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I work from home which makes piss practice a little too easy. I often practice in the morning after I drink my first big glass of water. I usually get horny in the afternoon, drink some extra water, and indulge in some self-pleasure while I relieve myself. Sometimes I have to do more. I usually masturbate quite a bit on those days. I knew today was going to be one of those days.
I decided I wanted to have a full day of piss practice. I was going to get really hydrated and try to use each time I needed to go as practice. I was determined I wouldn't do any standard sitting pisses that day. I was going to keep track of how many times and what style. I was also going to keep track of how many times I masturbated too. Unfortunately, I hadn't come up with this plan until after I had already relieved myself using the toilet like normal upon waking.
I chugged a nice big glass of water and waited for it to hit. I didn't have to wait long to feel the urge. I wanted to drink a little more water and let it build before my first practice session of the day. I hurried through some more water and then sat back to rub my clit for a bit to distract myself of the growing pressure. I looked at the clock and realized my first meeting of the day started in five minutes. I didn't want to rush through my first practice pee, so five minutes wasn't enough. I'd been stimulating myself faster and faster as my bladder filled up. It wouldn't be a long meeting, but I wasn't sure I could wait. I considered attempting to hold it but I didn't think I'd be able to make it.
"Fuck, I'm going to have to let a little out," I muttered to myself.
I rushed to the bathroom and pulled down my pants right as I started leaking. With no time to get creative, I went to the bathtub and sat on the edge of it, my ass hovering over the tub. My leaking hadn't stopped. I let out one squirt of pee. I started rubbing myself immediately as I worked to stop the flow. It didn't stop me from dribbling for a little longer, but eventually I was able to cut it off completely.
I hurried back to my computer just in time for my meeting. I couldn't help my finger from landing instinctively on my clit a few times while I listened. I drank some more water when it was over, knowing it wouldn't be long before I was ready to go. I definitely would have been able to pee already since I'd let out as little as possible before, but I wanted a full bladder.
The need to go hit me sudden and hard, and I didn't have time to plan my method in advance. I simply took off my sweatpants and underwear, popped the toilet seat up, and squatted over it, facing the wall. I'd been practicing my standing toilet piss more and could usually do it without making too much of a mess. But just in case, I decided to start squatting over it than going from a proper man's distance since it was my first attempt of the day.
I used two hands to part my lips; I was leaking again and couldn't quite get my inner lips to stay. I had to give my clit a couple little pats since it was temptingly exposed. The hood was pushed up a bit with it. I didn't allow myself to do it for long since I wanted to focus on my aim. I tipped my hips down, as I had learned I needed to do when I was that close to the toilet; it would jet straight out and hit the back of the seat otherwise.
I started to urinate with as much intention as possible without getting carried away, trying to skip the tentative warm-up squirts and dribbles I often did. My stream wasn't perfect, but I tried to keep it going none the less, hoping to adjust it as I went. I changed the position of my fingers on my labia a bit and was able to get an even stream going. I took a step back, almost to a man's distance, and kept pissing like that until I reached the end, at which point I forced out the last bits crouched over the bowl.
As I neared readiness for my third pee, I was very aware of my clit tingling. I slipped my hands into my sweats--I ditched the underwear after my emergency release since I'd got them a little wet on the way to the bathroom--and ran my finger down my slit, finding it very slippery. I rubbed my cummy finger against my clit; it was already the size of a pea, and I felt it continue to harden as I touched it. I teased myself for about five minutes before forcing myself to stop. I undoubtably would finish masturbating during or after my next piss.
I started masturbating again when my bladder was feeling uncomfortably full. I realized that by focusing on stimulating my clitoris I could hold my stream at bay for longer than I could otherwise. I stopped rubbing myself a couple times to test my theory; each time I stopped, I nearly pissed myself. I knew I needed to get to the bathroom ASAP. Afraid to leak on my way, I kept masturbating while I was walking and kicked my sweats off.
I got up on the edge of the bathtub and put one foot on each side, squatting in a frog-like position. Luckily, I have great balance and can maintain some strange positions with ease. I was about centered lengthwise, facing the faucet. Satisfied with my position, I finally stopped rubbing my nub. I was excited to see what my piss would do at this angle.
I relieved myself in a natural, medium strength stream that came out in a bit of an arc. I adjusted the hold on my lips and my piss started to shoot aggressively upwards several feet before splashing down in the tub. It was a fun sight, but when I began to touch myself, my stream started to spray a little. I stopped pissing so I could enjoy pleasuring myself a little longer.
I moved my hips slightly downward when I was ready to start peeing again. I was surprised it caused me to piss straight into the drain. That was pretty cool. I let myself dribble as I played with my swollen clit. I was already on the edge of climax. I knew what would push me over the edge. Keeping my finger on my clitoris, I pissed with max force. I was power washing the faucet and tile wall with my copious, clear urine. My clit started pulsing. It was about to happen. I kept my flow steady and gave my clit the little rub it needed to push me over the edge.
I came hard, and I pissed hard. It felt fucking incredible to blast pee while I orgasmed powerfully.
I didn't masturbate before my next piss. Well, I did start stimulating myself once I hit the bathroom, just while I figured out where to practice next. I decided to go with the position where I stand on the floor, facing the tub, and piss into it. Even though I'd gotten really good at going from a distance, I was feeling lazy and had my knees right up against the side of the tub.
This time I was going to go hard. I know I should have been practicing precision shooting, but power pissing turns me on so much that I can't resist sometimes. Lots of times...
I pushed as hard as I could, swept with the pleasurable feeling of urinating. It was going up a little bit, but the harder I pushed, the straighter and more aggressive my stream became. Instead of stopping and starting to masturbate or prolong practice, I kept going, pissing with all my strength. I was blasting the wall so hard that at this distance it was actually splashing back on to me. It probably would have been better had I been further away, but I didn't move back; I just kept going until I had relieved myself completely.
Proud of my big pee, I stepped away from the tub and started to masturbate. I rubbed cum and piss all over my clit quickly. I couched down over the tile floor. There was a chance a little pee would come out when I orgasmed. I rubbed faster as I watched cum leaking out of my hole and on to the floor. With a grunt, I came loudly. Luckily only a few drops of piss and a little puddle of cum had dripped out.
Not even noon and I'd already done piss practice four times, two of which resulted in masturbation.
My next pee was a standing toilet attempt. I'd learned I needed to keep my hips tipped down, but it made it hard for me to work up the nerve to try when I wasn't hovering over it because it made me feel like I'd piss on to the floor. I forced myself to ignore my doubts. I couldn't trickle or else it would make a mess. I just had to go for it.
I genuinely shocked myself when my first jet of piss went right into the toilet. I could do it! More confident, I started peeing again, this time with the intention of continuing until I was done. I did splash the lid a tiny bit, but I was able to correct myself pretty quickly.
I checked the damage when I was done. There were only a couple stray drops on the rim and floor. I was actually making some real progress! I was pretty impressed with myself.
Unfortunately, the next time I started to feel the tingle of a full bladder was when my boss called me. Hoping it would be quick, I picked up.
20 minutes later I was still on the call and had started squirming.
There was an empty Starbucks cup on my desk. I took my pants off. I would pee just a little bit to alleviate someone of the pressure. Still sitting at my desk in the middle of a call, I held the cup about 10 inches away from my pussy and let out a little burst. My bladder was so full, it came out with more power than I'd expected and overshot the cup completely, hitting the floor. I had to stop myself from swearing aloud. I moved the cup right up against me so my whole vagina was covered, then I started to piss again, hoping the sound of me urinating into the cup wouldn't be audible.
