Poland, 1939 Part 1

NOTE’.The historical setting of this story is factual, but all of the characters are purely fictional. I was a senior high school girl living in 1939 Poland. I am also Jewish, which made me an outcast. We lived in a small town west of Warsaw with only a hundred Jews, and I was the only one in my class. And then there was Anna. She was a nice looking Catholic girl, outdoorsy with dark blond hair and tall like me. She seemed to fit in well, but one day a story spread like wildfire that she had tried to kiss another girl and was a lesbian. Anna denied it, or course, but the story was taken as fact, and Anna’s friends at her lunch table forced her to leave. As usual I was eating alone, and I nodded to Anna that she could join me. She hesitated a moment, then sat down across from me. Our conversation was a bit awkward, but any company was good. After lunch Anna needed to pee, but Rachel, one of the schools chief bitches, and five of her cronies blocked the bathroom door. Anna argued and was ready to fight, but it was a fight she could not win. Rachel also denied Jews the ‘privilege’ of using the bathroom, but I had learned to deal with that. I went up to Anna and pulled her back, “Its OK, theirs another way”. “What other way, I’m ready to burst?” Anna was not kidding. She did a pee dance and almost had to garb her pussy. Anna was absolutely desperate and ready to wet herself. We walked a few steps, “just squirt a little bit at a time. It’ll go down your inner thigh and no one will notice. Watch me.” I let out some short squirts, and I felt the warm flow down my leg. I squirted until I made a small puddle by my foot, and I also felt a twinge of excitement as I pissed myself in front of Anna. “Just squirt enough to get through classes. I’ll show you another trick on the way home.” Anna did not like the idea, but she was absolutely frantic to piss and had no choice. She started squirting, but she had to go so badly she couldn’t stop. When she was finally able to stop she had a piss stain on the front of her dress and a little puddle between her feet. “Oh no, I’m wet, and I still have to piss.” “That’s why I wear a plastic slip and no panties,” I smiled. “Just meet me after class.” But Anna had not peed enough, and in our last class she was bouncing in her seat and some students started pointing at her. Anna got up and staggered toward the door, then stopped. A panicked look was on her face and she held her pussy. But even as she frantically clutched her cunt with both hands she let out a loud guttural sound, and a dark stain grew around her hands. Anna knew the battle was lost, and she let go of her pussy, and a torrent of piss spread down the front of her dress and formed a huge puddle between her legs. Anna was mortified, and most of the class didn’t help by laughing and teasing her. I also noticed that many of the boys had large bulges in their crouches. Anna ran out of the class and in the confusion I took our books and followed. I found Anna alone on a bench and sat next her. Anna seemed in shock, and she started crying. I tried to comfort her, and we hugged for a very long time till she stopped crying, and then she looked at me “thank you”. By now I really had to pee, and Anna said it was OK, so I squatted next to her and let go. Then we walked home together. Anna did not return to school for a week. At lunch we talked quietly as she tried to get past her wetting. Then a dozen girls gathered around to tease us. The teasing soon became angry slurs and shoves, and things were about to get ugly. But then Rachel came by and broke it up; apparently she drew the line at violence. After lunch Anna took me behind one of the buildings, spread her legs and let out a slow stream of piss that streamed down her right inner thigh. She was wearing a plastic slip and no panties, and the only her sock and shoe got wet. I also peed, and then we gave each other a quick hug. After school we walked down a path off the main road. Anna still needed to piss very badly and walked awkwardly, doing pee dances and garbing her poor pussy every few steps. In a hundred meters we came to a grove of trees. “This is where I pee after school,” and I lifted my dress and squatted down. Anna was not sure about this, but her poor cunt was absolutely desperate again. She quickly squatted down across from me, exposing her most private place. And then her yellow piss exploded out of her. Soon we were feeling the enormous relief of finally letting out our pent up floods. Anna’s genitals were spread out before me. Her lower pubic hair ended just above her plump pussy lips, and those lips squeezed her torrent into a thick yellow ribbon. I was a little embarrassed to enjoy looking into her pissing cunt so much, until I realized Anna was looking straight into mine. We were both caught staring. “You look cute peeing,” I finally said with a smile, and we laughed. It was a warm spring day, and we enjoyed talking as we walked home. I knew I would masturbate thinking about Anna peeing as soon as I could, and I wondered if she would do the same thinking about me. Anna and I became best friends, and we talked about almost everything. She was a good person with no prejudice, something not so common in Poland in 1939. She also started wearing a plastic slip and sandals like me, and we stopped at our grove every day and watched each other piss. After a week Anna got adventurous, “what if we piss standing up.” Anna lifted her skirt and proudly showed off her large growth of crinkly, dark blond pubic hair. It was my first straight–in look at her bush. It also seemed like a challenge, so I lifted my dress and let Anna get a look at my slightly larger thatch of thick black pussy hair’touch’. Then we spread our legs and cut loose, our two steaming flows forming a huge puddle between us. It was great fun and made us feel free, but it was also undeniably erotic. That night I masturbated like crazy thinking of Anna. A few days later I was curious, “Anna, what happened with that girl they said you kissed?” “It was nothing, really. I was just talking to Eve about her boyfriend. They hadn’t kissed, and we decided to practice kiss a few times. But then Eve told Rachel.” Anna looked uncomfortable, “it was nothing, just a stupid experiment,” but for the first time I did not quite believe her. I was feeling very brave and wanted to try this ‘experiment’. So I turned to Anna, put my arm around her and gave her a quick, gentle kiss on the lips. Anna looked surprised. “I swear, I will never tell anyone’.” Anna was unsure if she should take the chance, but then she hugged and kissed me. Her kiss was so soft and sweet I wanted it to go on forever. Soon we were laying on the ground kissing passionately. This was not about learning to kiss boys, it was sexual, but we couldn’t stop. Every day after school we go to our trees to piss and lay down to hug and kiss. We even hid some blankets to make it more comfortable, but it never went beyond pissing and kissing. We also talked endlessly about everything, as 18–year–old best girlfriends do, except not much about boys. And yes, we realized that we were probably lesbians. The kissing and peeing was great, but as the weeks passed we wanted more. So one day as we lifted our skirts and started peeing I moved my free hand forward into Anna’s stream. It was strong and warm, and I moved my hand up and cupped her pussy. Her hot piss pushed out against my hand, and I loved it. I could feel her pussy lips through her thick lower pubic hair, the first time I had touched another women’s genitals. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” Anna said in a throaty voice, but then she moved her hand up to cover my pissing cunt. We stood there, pissing into each other’s open hand, and then it happened. My body tensed, and I had small orgasm, and I think Anna had one too. We knew we had crossed a line, and there was something I had to talk about. “Anna, sometimes when I rub myself’‘ I’m sorry, I can’t.” But I had to, “sometimes, when I’m, when I’m alone and rubbing myself, you know, down there, I’ve been thinking about’..Oh God’.,” and I started crying. Anna hugged me, “thinking about me?” I nodded yes, and Anna said “me too. When I get home from here I can hardly wait to go to hide in my room and masturbate like crazy,” now Anna hesitated, “and I always think about you. Are you horny now?” she asked. I nodded yes, “I’m almost ready to come.” “Me too,” Anna admitted. Then she paused, “Lets do it hear.” “What? You want me to masturbate now, right here in front of you?”
“Yes. I want to watch you come,” she said in her throaty voice. And then Anna laid me down on my side next to her, and she took my hand and placed it on my pussy, and she moved her own hand to hers. “Sarah, I’m masturbating now. Oh God, it feels so good, especially with you next to me,” she looked into my eyes. “Please, you do it too. I want to see you come, oh Sarah hurry, I can’t hold it in much longer, I have to come so bad’.” I started masturbating as I lay next to her. Anna held my other hand as I kept rubbing my clit and watching Anna, and soon I felt myself starting to come. I tried to slow it down, but I was beyond the point of no return and I couldn’t stop, and I climaxed hard. I was a little embarrassed to come so quickly By now Anna was breathing heavily, and she started moaning. I moved my arm around her and pulled her body into mine, my face inches from hers, and I could feel Anna’s fingers rubbing her poor pussy. And then Anna’s tortured body spasmed and stiffened, and I watched closely as she climaxed in my arms. It was the most erotic thing we had ever done. And then I felt a warm squirt into my thighs. “I’m sorry. Sometimes I pee a little when I come.” I thought for a minute, “It’s OK. I like it when you pee on me. Peeing together is such a private thing, and it feels so safe and warm when I do it with your’.it makes us special.” We were both still horny, and we masturbated again. By this time I needed to pee, and I figured ‘why not,’ so I moved up a little and pulled Anna close to me, and pissed right into her pubic hair. And then we hugged and kissed for a long time. We held hands as we walked home. I couldn’t stop thinking about what we had done. We had crossed another line. I had loved it, but I was also scared. There was only one more line to cross, lesbian sex, and my brain kept saying no to that. I was a mass of conflicting emotions, and then it happened. We were lying on our blanket when Anna lifted my skirt, exposing my pussy. “I read about this in a dirty magazine, how two women can make love. I know it’s wrong, but I’d really like to try it, just once. We can stop before we come.” I didn’t try to stop Anna as she lifted her skirt and straddled me. Anna slid her hand under my ass and spread my legs, and then she laid her pussy down on my right thigh and pressed her thigh down into my cunt. I knew exactly what I was letting Anna do even as my brain screamed no. “Just remember, we won’t let ourselves come.” Anna looked at me, “you scared?” I nodded yes. “Me too,” Anna kissed me, “but I really want to do this with you.” Then she started moving up and down, our thighs rubbing into the each other’s cunt, our pre–cum juices soaked our pussies. I instinctively moved my pussy up to meet each of Anna’s downward thrusts, and I felt my clit become hard as it pressed up into her firm thigh. “Oh Anna, it feels so good’.too good,” and I raced toward to an orgasm. My brain screamed STOP, and I knew I would loose it in seconds, “Anna, we should slow down. Oh God, please, we have to stop. You’re making me come, Anna, I can’t hold it in’.” And then it was too late, and I arched my body up into Anna’s thigh one last time, and I came hard, harder then I had ever come before, and the ecstasy washed through my entire body. Anna had forced me to come, and now I was going to make her come. I thrust my thigh up into her pussy again and again, and I could actually feel it pressing between Anna’s soaking pussy lips, rubbing into her clit. I held Anna down and kept thrusting up into her defenseless cunt, and I knew she couldn’t take much more. “Stop, please, you have to stop,” Anna cried, but I had no intention of stopping. “You made me come, so now I get to force you to cream yourself.” Anna tried to get off, but I held her down with all my strength. “No, its not that’.oh damm, damm’.” Anna cried out as I forced my thigh up into her privates again. “I can’t stop it’.” and then it was too late for her. Anna’s entire body became ridged, and she gasped and orgasmed hard. And then Anna started pissing like a racehorse. “Oh my God, NO’.” but she couldn’t stop pissing. And as her hot piss flooded my thigh I came again. When Anna finally stopped she sat up and cried, “I’m sorry, I just couldn’t hold it in. I guess I didn’t pee it all out earlier, and’.. Oh Sarah, I am so, so sorry’.” I sat up and hugged her, “it’s OK Anna, really.” But was it OK? We had basically just raped each other. I knew Anna was more upset about pissing then the forced sex. “Damm, that always happens when I come hard, and this was a flood. How can I ever have sex or get married if I piss when I come?” I thought for a while, “maybe you just need a girlfriend who loves it when you piss on her.” Anna looked at me for a long time “Sarah, you are so special.” We kissed and I laid Anna down on our blanket and we made love again. We came several times, and then I needed pee, so I took a long piss right into Anna’s pussy, and Anna came again as I peed on her. After that we both I got serious, “Anna, this was the first time I’ve ever had sex with anyone.” “It’s my first time too, and I’m so happy it was with you.” We had sex after school almost every day, but every night my brain kept telling me it was wrong. Did I really want to be a lesbian and have a lover? The next day I pulled back from sex, and Anna knew. For the next few weeks we stayed good friends, but no more kissing or sex. Then one day after school in our grove Anna pushed me against a tree and kissed me hard. “Anna, no. We can’t do this any more’.its wrong.” “Why is it wrong? I don’t want to be a lesbian, but like my Dad told me, God created me as I am, and I’m proud of who I am. You should be proud too.” She moved her hand under my skirt and over my pussy, and then she slid her finger right up into my vagina. I tried not to respond, but it felt so good, so very good, and it had been so long. “Anna, please, don’t,” I started to cry. “Do you love me?” Anna asked. I didn’t want this to happen, but I had to tell the truth, and I nodded yes. “And I love you’‘’” “I have to pee really bad’.” I added. Anna was desperate too, and she lifted our skirts and moved her pussy into my thigh. Anna’s crinkly pubic hair tickled, and I giggled a little. Then I felt the wet heat of her piss as it flooded down my thigh. My bladder was begging for relief, so I pressed myself into Anna, and I hugged my lover tight, and I started pissing. It felt so right, and we pissed down each other’s leg for a full minute. By now I was so turned on I started masturbating myself on Anna’s thigh, and we both had strong orgasms. Then we somehow managed to open our blanket and lie down, and we made love like Amazons. I never again denied being gay and in love with Anna, and we pissed and made love as often as we could, and my brain never said ‘no’ again “I have a little surprise for you,” Anna said in late May. “My family has a hunting cabin about 12 km south of here, and my parents are away this weekend, so’.. I was thinking we could go there after school and spend the weekend’.if you want.” I definitely wanted to, “But wait, what about church on Sunday?” “I don’t go to church that often,” Anna said. “What about your temple?” “I don’t go to temple that often,” I smiled. But even as we spoke the German armies were starting to gather along the Polish border, and that would change our lives forever. END OF PART ONE By: Rainy