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"Sheiße..”
Ludwig groaned, attempting to hold in his piss. He felt his bladder tighten as he tried to walk back to his home after a day out in Berlin, the bustling grand city in the eastern parts of Germany. He was celebrating Oktoberfest. and in traditional fashion, went to an old fashion pub and got so drunk he couldn't see straight. He couldn't tell how long he had been passed out on the floor before getting up deciding its time to get home. He cursed at himself for making the same mistake every year. Ludwig prided himself as an intellectual, organised person. Yet he always forgot to have at least some modicum of decency whenever he's out in the city getting pissed in an old dingy bar. Oktoberfest just had that effect on him, no matter how collected he tried to be.
He remembered how hot it was in there, it was a pretty warm night for a relatively cold season, and the pub was straight cooking in the sheer amount of body heat stored in it. skin to skin with other sweaty, drunk Germans. Laughing and cheering on fights between Austrians and Germans as they tried to claim Beethoven as their own, Ludwig obviously agreed with the German bloke, as he took down beer after beer. He was stupid drunk, but not stupid enough to side with an Austrian. He always lets go of his humility during Oktoberfest, and it always haunts him the next day. As usual, Ludwig spent the night on the floor feeling sick and light-headed after too many beers. At the very least he didn't wake up in a pile of his own puke like last year, it was a mess. Gilbert still hasn't let it go. Every time he sees his little brother west drinking, he has to remind him of when he had to pull him home covered in puke like a sick baby. Just as he did when west was a small, new union of former Germanic countries. Ludwig rolled his eyes at the thought.
He lived in a more remote part of Germany, Ludwig only really goes into the city for a good celebration. So after he catches a long train back to the countryside, he basically has to walk for half an hour to reach his home. He grit his teeth, he needed to use the bathroom so bad. Ludwig was humiliated by his own foolishness. He woke up hungover and forgot to use the bathroom while he could. Though the bathrooms in the pub were probably quite nasty, especially due to the special occasion, it would still be much better than pissing yourself in a field of grass trying to get home from a night out in Berlin.
He desperately shoved his hand between his muscled legs, feeling stray droplets of hot piss coat his fingers. He felt a twinge of disgust at the heat of it, and continued trying to walk home. But it didn't seem like things would work in his favour. He bit his lip, and gave up. He knew he wasn't going to make it home in time. He accepted the humiliation of his circumstances and spotted a bush just two steps away, and managed to take the few steps it took to reach it without completely pissing himself. Though there was nobody in sight, nobody to really catch him demonstrating such animalistic behaviour, Ludwig still felt so embarrassed he wanted to hide away behind a bush anyway. He pulled his hand out of his pants, causing a few more droplets of piss to gush out of his moist cunt. And then he started to undress.
He was wearing a stereotypical lederhosen because of the festive occasion yesterday, showing his German pride. The clothes were now drenched in sweat, a small patch of piss, and god knows what other kinds of liquids were being shared around in that pub. He attempted to make quick work of it with his usually skilled hands, but struggled. murmuring some angry words as he fumbled with the hosenträger, eventually managing to pull them down and take it all off. He looked at his underwear, slick with leaking piss. He scrunched his nose at the acidic smell, and then took them off too. Now he was standing in front of a bush wearing only a German checkered button up and a bashful red face.
He crouched down, and used his right hand to spread his wet folds. Combing through his bushy blonde pubic hair. As he separated his cunt with his fingers, he let go and started pissing on the fertile soil. Groaning in relief as the tension in his bladder went away. He was holding it so long his bladder had begun to hurt. For a moment, he wasn't feeling utterly humiliated due to his situation. He felt relaxed as he finally got to let go of that rigid feeling he had just a few seconds before. His hot stream of piss splashed onto the grass surrounding it, and even a little on himself. which he couldn't care less about right now.
His hands began to soak in a mixture of warm piss and his own natural lubrication. He was wet. Shamefully aroused at the humiliation and sheer eroticism of having to piss in a bush twenty-five or so minutes from his home. He wasn't born yesterday, he had seen porn like this before. Where the subject was absolutely desperate and had to settle for an outdoor squat. He hadn't indulged in the satisfaction of trying his fantasies in a real life scenario though, and he liked it more than he would want to admit it. He knew he had drank too much that night, because the stream seemed to be endless. He moaned as he satiated himself in secrecy. Relishing in the shame of it all.
The stream of semi translucent yellow piss dribbled weak, and he was fully done with the whole endeavour. He wasn't truly satisfied with the experience yet. He pulled his hand up, absolutely covered in piss and sticky pussy juice, and licked it clean off. It tasted somewhat salty and bitter. But he enjoyed it. he sucked it off each finger, licking between them to make sure his hand was spick and span. His hand was now pruny, and covered in slobber and remnants of his own piss. He spat on his hand and shoved it back between his soaked legs. Now squatting over a pile of his piss in the lush green grass of a beautiful countryside.
He started to rub his clitoris, using his index finger to pleasure himself thoroughly. It felt so good to completely immerse himself in the pornographic nature of the whole ordeal. He began to sweat even harder. His fat pussy got wetter as he touched himself with increased fervor, his pussy completely soaked with his own excitement. He felt his leg twitch as he quickened his movements, and also began to feel his right hand cramping. But he needed to reach that peak. He huffed as toes began to curl, closing his eyes and throwing his head back in pure pleasure. His juices had puddled along with the piss beneath him, like a tiny hot spring only ten times more brazen and icky. He was still enjoying himself through the audaciousness, letting go of his stern modesty as he indulged himself in the sin of pleasure.
He bit down hard, clamping his teeth together as he felt his impending climax, his pussy beginning to spasm and his wrist began to really hurt now. He paid no mind to the cramping in his hand however and kept on kneading his pussy till he got what he wanted. His clit was engorged as he held on to the pleasure of it all. And he began to pant like a dehydrated dog in the heat of summer. Eventually it all became so overwhelming, so unbelievably pleasurable he completely relaxed and reached that final part he was waiting for.
With a loud, sexually charged shout, he came so hard his legs gave way, he accidentally toppled onto the still warm puddle of piss now mixed with his orgasmic fluid. splashing onto his chest. Both his legs and arms were so weak from the intense experience he didn't even bother hoisting himself up. Just huffed, and puffed as reality sank in. His hand was still cramping, but the rest of his body was so perfectly relaxed it wasn't too bad of a deal. He was drooling mass amounts of spit down his neck, half lidded eyes looking at the trail to his home in front of him. Still about twenty five or so minutes away. He looked to the left, at least his lederhosen wasn't completely soaked in his piss, only minimally. He was still pretty hungover, so he just got up and put his partially soiled clothes back on. He wasn't exactly dry, so the lederhosen only got more wet. But he didn't care right now, as he began to walk home relieved. Ready to take a shower, and go straight to bed. And hoped that next year will be less wet.