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Authors name: Billy G. (billyg@hooked.net)
Story title : Outhouse
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Outhouse (young couples, ws, rom)
By Billy G (billyg@hooked.net)
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I spent several years of my adolescence in a cultural
and economic backwater, Sullivan County in northern
Pennsylvania. With no substantive economic basis for
survival, it limped along with the rest of Appalachia,
beautiful and impoverished. Elephants went there to die.
If we define "normal" as "usual," then it was certainly
normal for many of the farms to have no electricity and
quite often, no running water. That, in turn, translates
quite rapidly into no bathrooms. The so-called
"backhouse" or "outhouse" was common in that part of the
woods. It was as if the westward migration had eddied
around that part of the country, leaving it as an island
firmly entrenched in the technology and values of the
turn of the century. Those of you who saw the motion
picture "Deliverance" might have an idea of that
culture.
While most folks were poor by our current standards, we
never knew it and more importantly, we never felt
impoverished. For the most part, we had a good time.
You'd smile at our notion of a good time, but for us, it
was hot! Saturday night. A dance! Often at the Grange
Hall. Hard cider and soft women. Man, we used to strut!
Years later, a man said to me, "Billy, you're the only
guy I know who struts sitting down!"
There was a well-to-do farmer not far from us, a big
Swede with two good-looking daughters. Most of the young
guys my age were sniffing around them, trying to "make
out." Both the sisters were strikingly attractive. Both
big--about 5'10" or so, maybe 150-160 pounds --
Amazonian we might say now. One was blond and the other
a brunette. I was dating the blond and was in lust, but
I would not have thrown her sister out of bed. (She was
big enough, however, to have thrown ME out of bed!)
One night I double dated the sisters with some other
guy. I can't remember him, but I certainly remember
everything else. We'd been drinking beer on the way to
the dance at the Grange Hall, arriving there filled with
ourselves and needing to take a leak. On enquiring where
"we might take a leak," we were directed into a field
where there was reported to be an outhouse. Our need was
pressing and all four of us went at the same time. We
found a rickety structure with back-to-back privies, one
for the men and one for the women. Or so we presumed,
although there were no visible signs to confirm this.
It was a warm summer night and the dance music floated
down through the grove, faintly heard. Without
negotiating anything (what's to negotiate?) we all
stepped inside at the same time. Suddenly it became very
quiet. The air was thick with unspoken tension, for we
all realized the ventilated intimacy of this outhouse at
the same moment.
Through the wide gaps in the barn-like construction of
this privy, the lights from the dance hall cast soft
shadows. Through these same gaps I could hear the girl's
excited breathing just inches away. We all seemed to
realize the same thing at the same time. To all intents
and purposes, we were about to pee in the audible
presence of each other ... maybe. But who was to go
first?
Whoever the yahoo I was with mumbled, "Fuck it," and
whipped out his dick and let loose. The sound of his
stream hitting the privy pit sounded like a gunshot.
"See you back at the Hall," he said and left, buttoning
up. Then it became quiet again.
Did the girls think we were both gone? Would they wait
and see if I left? There I was, standing, holding my
dick in my hand, wondering what to do next. At age
sixteen I was inexperienced and a slow thinker. Now, all
these years later, I'm much more experienced and a slow
thinker. Fortunately, they perceived no quandary, for I
heard them giggle and one whispered, "You first."
I was so close and it was so acoustically transparent I
could hear my date answer, "Oh, all right. I'm about to
bust." I heard the rustle of her clothes and the
whispering sound of her panties being pulled down, then
a tinkle, rapidly followed by the unmistakable erotic
hissing of a girl peeing. I got louder and more
forceful, hitting the water in the privy with
astonishing force. She must have been straining, for
suddenly she broke wind. They both laughed.
"God, there's no toilet paper," my date complained.
"Quit bitching," said her sister, "you never wipe out in
the barn anyway."
"This ain't no barn," whined my date.
Looked a lot like a barn to me.
"Move your butt, Joanne. It's my turn," said my date's
sister, Pauline.
I thought I'd gone to heaven. I loved to hear girls pee
and here I was, about to listen in on one of the most
attractive girls in the country. Would she tinkle? Would
she hiss? I was picturing in my young and horny mind the
dark curls of her pussy.
Pauline said, "Oh, Jesus, I feel like a racehorse," and
she let loose.
"You sound like one too," said Joanne. "No, actually you
sound like a double-cunted cow pissing on a flat rock!
No contest," she complained, "You win!"
Sometime later I learned they often had peeing contests.
Duration. Distance. Things like that. Think about it a
moment. Can you imagine a horny kid like me, walking
around with an ingrown hard on and a fascination for
peeing, meeting two lusty girls like this?
After Pauline's torrent, it was silent again and then
suddenly, in a louder voice, she said, "Well, Billy.
We're waiting. You gonna piss or just hold it all
night?"
In an uncharacteristic moment of honesty, I replied,
"Cripes. How my gonna take a leak with a hard on like
this?"
As it turned out, they both viewed an erection as
visible proof of a compliment.
Joanne laughed and called over, "Oh goodie. Billy's got
a bo-ner.
We're gonna have a good time tonight."
And that was the start of an intense and wonderfully
erotic summer that ended only when Pauline married some
dude even bigger than her father.
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