Peepers Peed On

"oh my god," Janice gasped. 

"shhh," Kiki and Sam whispered. 

The three girls were crouching next to each other in a tiny, dark box of a room. They were in a crawl space inside the walls of the highschool. The room was so small they couldn't stand and had to be inches from each other as they leaned their faces toward small round holes in the wall. Peepholes. 

On the other side was the men's shower room. An old-fashioned shower room with no stalls. There were only shower heads and bar soap and body wash on the walls. The completely naked football team was padding across the tile on bare feet, absolutely unaware that three greedy eyes were watching them through peepholes, focusing  on their dicks and balls dangling between their legs, on water running across their broad backs, on their strong, masculine hands gripping soap and rubbing it across themselves, on the water spraying their squinting faces, on the suds running down their bellies, toned thighs, and across the curves of their muscular buttcheeks.

Sam had discovered the door to the crawlspace in the back of a janitor's closet. Covered by supplies and painted over, the crawlspace hadn't been used since the 80s at least. In the end, she couldn't resist telling Kiki about her find, and Kiki, gossipy as ever, told Janice. 

"They all look so stupid," Janice giggled, but her eye was unblinking, transfixed through the peephole, captivated by the naked men. Their stubby fleshy finger things pointing out from between their legs, their chests covered in muscle, their bodies covered in wet, dripping hair. What did it feel like? To run fingers across their hair-covered lower backs and thighs and stomachs.

"and what about the smell?" Kiki whispered, laughing. The stink of unwashed men was drifting in through the wall, the musky bitter stink exacerbated by steaming water and mixing with the chemical smell of their body wash and soap.

"you're both such children," Sam said. Her hips were constantly fidgeting with excitement. Her freckled face was completely flushed, but the other girls couldn't see in the darkness and  weren't paying attention to her anyway. She was breathing deeply, absorbing the unfamiliar smell through her nose and burning it into her brain.

"what if one of them drops the soap?" Kiki snickered. 

Janice covered her face to mask her laugh. Even Sam couldn't help but snort. 

But as their whispered laughter died down, the three girls were left with uneasy, bristling excitement. That's not... a thing that could happen, could it? The idea was dancing in each of their delusional, horny brains. The men on the other side, engorged, moaning, flexing, thrusting, gripping all while the three of them watched, uninvited to them at their most vulnerable. What would that sound like? What did it sound like when men moaned? When they released their pumping sperm? The three girls' faces were burning. Their gleeful, impish smiles were beaming in the darkness. The taboo thrill of what they were doing was eating at their brains and their stomachs swirled with nervous, horny excitement. Their bodies awakened to spreading arousal, nipples prodding at shirts and crotches became considerably less dry. 

Through the peepholes, Ricky from their biology class entered into the showers. A chubbier boy, his naked bubble butt shook like jello as he made his way to one of the hissing, steaming shower heads. 

"Look, he's got a better ass than you, Janice," Kiki whispered. 

Janice pouted. Her tiny, flat, bony ass and toothpick chicken legs were a sore point with her. She self consciously adjusted her shorts. 

Sam was ignoring the other girls. Her face was smushed flat against the wall and she was practically huffing in the scent of musk and body wash through the hole. In front of her was Jason, the captain of the football team. The blond-haired, confident, tall, magnificent looking boy with such a wide, kissable smile. He was leaning forward into the showerhead, unintentionally pointing his dick right at the hole. The shaft was half erect in the hot shower water. The skin of his uncircumcised cock was starting to peel back across the wet, swollen head. She could see the veins and shape of his growing dick in front of her, the shaft angling to the right. The entire length of it was probably only 5 inches, but through the peephole, right in front of her face, it seemed gigantic. His balls were hanging down, relaxed, huge round eggs in his sack, each egg filled with his personal, most secret juices. 

Brain sparking, belly tingling, adrenaline rushing through her, her pussy slick and crying for attention, imagining the shape of Jason's thing within her, Sam tried to stand. Struggling in the tiny space, completely ignoring the other girls, she lifted her hips up, hitting her round peachy butt on the far wall of the crawl space. In an awkward crouch she tugged her panties down from beneath her denim sundress and down to her sandaled feet. 

Surprised by the sudden noise, Janice turned away from her peephole only to see Sam inches from her, on her knees, body pressed against the peephole wall, dress tugged up, and furiously rubbing at her crotch with her fingers while shifting her hips, grinding onto her hand. 

"don't do that here!" Janice hissed in horror. Completely disgusted, she scrambled her body away from Sam as best she could in the tiny space, widening the space between the two of them from three inches to six, but squashing into Kiki in the process. 

"hey!" Kiki whispered. Janice's elbow jabbed right into the belly of the bigger girl. She was pinning Kiki to the wall with her weight, squashing her into the rough wood surface. 

The scrambling raised up clouds of dust from the floor, dust particles that rose up to Janice’s pointy nose, which twitched, her face spamming, her eyes squinting. 

“ACCCHHHHHOOOO,” Janice sneezed. A loud and reverberating explosion that seemed to shake the walls of the crawl space and rung in the heads of the three women. Her face shook from the unlady-like KABOOM blasting out of her nose and lips. 

Her hands slapped over her face, clamping it shut. Sam and Kiki, pale, holding their breath, had already pulled away from the peepholes and were hiding against the far wall of the crawlspace, which was only a foot and a half from the peepholes, but there was nowhere else to go. The three of them froze, survival instinct telling them to hide and become small. 

Surely the guys heard it through the wall. There was no way they didn't.  But the showers were still running. All three of them expected banging and shouting at the crawl space door. Angry men threatening their secret space, ready to drag them out into the hall to face their shame and punishment and guilt. 

But there was no sound. 

Slowly, Sam and then Kiki and then Janice, pulled their faces forward back to the peepholes. Peering through, the shower room was empty. The half dozen men had vanished. Where did they go? Did they just leave? Were they calling the principal now? Would she be knocking on the crawlspace any second?

Suddenly their vision grew black as the peepholes were completely covered, all of the light blotted out. 

POINK

POINK

POINK

"OWWW!" The girls yelped. They pulled their faces away from the peepholes, thudding against the far wall. They grabbed at their eyes with their hands, eyes that had been jabbed with something fleshy and mushroom shaped -

Dicks! Three half-erect dicks pointed through the peepholes, invading the crawlspace, pointing at them in all of their fleshy, throbbing, alienness, not even a foot from the girls’ horrified, wincing faces. 

"EEEeeeeeEEEEE!" Janice shrieked.

"OHMYGOD shut the fuck up!" Kiki shouted, plugging her ears from Janice's head-splitting shriek. 

"p-PUT THOSE THINGS AWAY!" Sam commanded. 

"What's the matter girls, don't you want a closer look?" Jason taunted.

Sam’s teeth ground in her face as she was mocked by the boy she was rubbing herself to inches before. Her crumpled, still damp panties felt heavy with shame around her ankles. 

“Get the door open!” Sam said.

Kiki was pulling at the door to the crawlspace. She was sweating, patches already forming under her arms and on the seat of her jeans. 

“IT'S STUCK!” she said. 

The three dicks wiggled in the peepholes like laughing snakes

“I think you perverts need to take your medicine!” one of the boys laughed. 

And then the floodgates opened. 

Bursting torrents of piss rained down on the girls, spraying them completely, hosing them with hot, acidic, vile, reeking urine. 

PPSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

"NooOoo!!" Janice wailed. 

"STOP IT!" Sam screeched, piss hitting her in the side of her head, immediately dowsing her curly orange hair. 

"You sick pieces of shit!" Kiki yelled. 

The rotten, hot stink of piss immediately filled every inch of air in the tiny crawl space as the women inside scrambled over each around to avoid the sprays, but there was nowhere to hide. On the other side of the wall, the men laughed. They were pressing their naked bodies up to the holes, flexing their legs and asses, pushing with their bladders to release as much piss as possible. When one of them was empty, he would withdraw his dribbling dick and another would move up to the peephole and shove it in. 

The girls were drenched by the unholy spray. They forced their combined weight against the door, sputtering and gasping and squinting and clawing like mad against it.

"We're going to drown in pisssss!!!" Janice sobbed.

Sam pushed forward with renewed force, slamming Janice into Kiki's back, squashing her between her boobs and Kiki's fat ass. 

"H-Hey!" Janice yelped. 

"OPEN THE DOOR!" Sam shouted, her piss-soaked hair stringy across her face. She kicked and bucked in the crawlspace like a crazed animal, and her knee swung up and collided with Janice's butt, striking it right in the asscrack, the skinny butt offering little resistance as knee bone slammed against Janice's tailbone and asshole with a dull thud. 

"MY ASSSS!!!!" Janice wailed in utter pain. 

"GET THE DOOR OPEN!" Sam growled.

"I'm tryin-gGGllrrrbb" Kiki answered, but her voice was cut off as she caught a stream of piss in the mouth and was forced to gargle the spray.

With a sudden creaking crack, the door opened and all three women were flung out of the crawlspace and back into the janitor's closet. The struggled to their feet, slowly realizing that the janitor's closet was open and dozens of eyes were watching them. Snickering, laughing students had gathered outside the janitor's closet, drawn their by the horrified screams of the women getting pissed on in the walls. 

The three of them stood awkwardly in front of the crowd. The stink, the sickening  stink across their bodies and in their clothes was burning their eyes and noses. Kiki's jeans were black from the piss. She crossed her arms with defiance, but her lip was trembling. The piss completely covering their bodies was becoming cold in the air conditioning. Janice's white t shirt had turned transparent. Her dark, small nipples were clearly visible through the piss-soaked fabric. But she was too busy grabbing at her sore, numb ass and whimpering. Fuming with rage, Sam reached down her dripping legs and tried pull her polka dot panties back up under her dress. She moved like she was trying to do this discretely even though dozens of eyes were watching her hands tug the piss-drenched panties up her legs and back around her hips.

The three girls shuffled down the hall, trying their best to ignore the crowd, all while trailing a puddles of pee across the marble and clouds of guilty stink in the air.