Here the wife and I were trying to find our way home. It was a normal Saturday night for us, out singing karaoke (we have recordings if ya wanna hear how awesome we are!), but unlike other nights this time we drank more than our regular couple of beers. I think we polished off a whole bottle of Sambucca; I could still taste the liquorice’s sweetness on my lips. We wobbled our way out of the bar and tried to make it to the bus stop.

Let me tell you a bit about my wife and alcohol, when she drinks it she gets super horny. So there we were waiting for the bus blitzed out of our trees laughing like a couple of kids. I looked at the schedule and noticed the bus wasn’t going to show up for twenty minutes. This gave my sweet woman ample time to start rubbing her ass against my cock making it hard and uncomfortable in my pants.

She looked at my state and said, “Oh is my baby all uncomfortable with his big hard on trapped?” Then she undid my zipper right there at the bus stop and started giving me head. I couldn’t take it, I was going nuts I was so turned on. She kept moving her lips up and down on my stiff rod making me feel wonderful. I felt a little guilty because I was getting all the pleasure so I reached into her pants and stuck two fingers deep in her cunt. She was already soaking wet.

“You want me to take care of the pussy?” I asked her. She didn’t think I would have the guts to fuck her right there.

“Don’t promise me something you won’t go through with!” She said with a spark in her eye. I pushed her against the bus stop shelter turning her away from me and pulled her pants down. Quickly pushing my own down my hips I slid my throbbing cock deep in her hot tight pussy. She felt so wet and warm it made me thrash as hard as I could. It didn’t take long, probably the thrill of being out open in the middle of the street, but soon we both came all over each other.

The bus arrived, a big double decker, and we sat in the back on the first level. She was still horny, I think the quickie just got her more worked up, and kept rubbing my crotch through my pants. Well being as drunk as I was and the bus ride being so bumpy I really had to pee badly! I didn’t know if I was going to make it all the way to home and started to worry I was going to piss myself. With all I could muster I held it in but as soon I as I was off the bus I headed for the bushes. My wife was right behind me watching for anyone coming when she asked me if she could hold my cock while I did my business. I didn’t care so I told her to go for it. Her cool hands soon had my cock starting to harden again. You know how hard it is to piss standing up when you are getting turned on? Almost fricking impossible it is! Because my cock jumped in her hand she lost control of it and soon my hot golden stream was spraying all over her hand. She didn’t get mad or even a bit upset but looked at me and smiled and said how warm it felt.

We finally staggered our asses to our house and put on some coffee to sober up a bit. I had three cups as did she. We made our way up to the bed and started making out some more, as she sucked me she laid her head on my belly, her mouth felt amazing again! Her tongue was licking all over my cock and she gently tickled my balls. I returned the favor and slid three fingers up her hungry hole. I was really fucking her cunt with my fingers when she burst out her first cum. My hands were soaked. She just looked at me and begged me to stick my cock deep inside her. I couldn’t let my little lady down now could I? I put her on her back and threw her legs on my shoulders and started driving as deep as I possible could into that astonishing snatch. Her pussy ate my cock up and soon we were both panting.

There was a problem though, with all the booze and the three coffees I had, I just couldn’t cum again. I felt heaviness in my bladder and I knew I had to pee again. I kept pounding my wife’s box with my pulsating piston, she was howling she loved it so much, but for me I was just trying to exercise out the need to piss. She was now cumming like crazy and was wondering why I hadn’t spewed yet. I told her I really needed to pee; you wouldn’t believe what she said next…

Her eyes got real wide and she looked at me and grabbed my cock out of cunt aiming it at her clit. At the same time she took her other hand and started rubbing herself furiously, “Let it go baby, piss on me…I want to feel your hot piss all over my pussy. Come on I know you can do it. Shower me with your pee!”

I was in a state of disbelief; I didn’t even think I heard her right at first. “Are you sure you want me to piss on you?” I asked just to make sure.

She was really masturbating her love button by that time, “Yes spray it all over me baby, I want it now!” That did it for me besides I knew I didn’t stand a chance on making it to the bathroom in time I was so full. I submitted to her wishes and I released my golden stream right at her beautifully shaved pussy.

“Oh God it feels so warm,” she said as it washed all over her cunt, hands and stomach. “Oh Yesssssss I’mmmmm cummmmmmmmmin again!” She screamed. Hearing her moans and watching her face as she was cumming made my cock get even harder and I lost my aim, soon I was shooting it all over her. This site made me mad with lust so I started jerking my cock. As soon as my piss was over a shot the biggest wad of cum all over her.

It was quite a site to see the woman I loved completely covered in my piss and cum. We quickly changed the bedding and took a shower before hitting the sack again. When we got back in the bed we talked about what had just did and got all hot and bothered again. We fucked one last time, it ended with me shooting another load deep in her ass.

I don’t know if it was the booze or just the time but what a hot kinky wet night we had!

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I want to tell you a true story between my husband and I.

We are a very sexual couple but I felt as if we were both holding back our deepest, darkest desires from each other.

We would tease each other through out the day by texting while he was at work, I would leave a pair of panties in the pocket of his work pants for him to sniff when ever he desired. Just little sexual teases to tell each other “Look what you have to look forward to tonight!”

One afternoon while he was at work, I was reading fetish stories online and came across one that involved watersports. Now I have thought about it from time to time, but this particular story had my pussy dripping and a strong desire to have my husband piss in, on and around me.

He went on his lunch break and called to see how my afternoon was going. I was trying to act normal on the phone, but he could tell I really wanted to tell him something. He pressed me for a while and I finally made a deal with him that if he would tell me something he has been wanting to do me, I would tell him what’s been on my mind and making me act funny.

He laughed and blurted out that he wanted to taste my pee. I about fell out of my chair with excitement and told him I wanted him to piss on me or in my mouth. He was shocked at my response. I think he was expecting me to say something more “conservative”. The rest of the afternoon we spent expressing what we wanted out of this new experience. I couldn’t wait for him to get home! Id make him his favorite dinner, put on our favorite music, and his favorite thing to see me in. That happened to be white panties (he has a slight fetish for the color white) and one of his long t-shirts.

Finally after a few more hours of teasing, he arrived home. I greeted him in the kitchen and he quickly wraps his arms around me and both hands find their way to my ass. He grabbed a nice handful of my ass cheeks, pulled me close and kissed me hard. A moan slipped between my lips and we both knew dinner was going to wait.

He picked me up and wrapped my legs around his hips and walked me over to the kitchen counter. He got on his knees, lifted up my shirt and started licking my pussy through my cotton panties. It felt amazing and quickly my panties were soaked with my juices and his spit.

I could feel the urge to pee coming on quickly while he was lapping away at my cotton covered pussy and decided there was no time like the present to take this wet journey with him. He looked up at me with those devious eyes and winked and that’s when I let loose.

I could feel the most amazing sensations of my hot piss soaking my panties and my husbands face. My husband pulled his face away from my pussy and I thought I scared him out of this new adventure. I quickly stopped my stream of piss which left me squirming.

He looked up at me with a look of awe and asked me why I stopped. I told him I though it scared him or even grossed him out. He looked up at me and said “That was the most amazing and beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life. Please don’t stop.”

He put his lips back on my dripping pussy and began to slurp my piss from the cotton. I could feel him probing at the edges of my panties with his tongue so I reached down and pulled them aside to allow him full access to the tap. He opened my pussy lips wide and literally sucked the piss out of me.

While he was sucking the piss out of my pussy he began to probe at my dripping cunt with his fingers slowly pushing them inside my pussy so he wouldn’t interrupt my steady flow of hot piss.

Looking down at him taking every ounce of my fluids, his face dripping wet, his tongue lapping away at my pussy, my piss dripping down onto his clothes. He was in pure ecstasy and that pushed me over the edge.

I could feel myself starting to cum! He knew my signals and lapped away faster while fingering my pussy with the pure intention of making me cum. All while he is pushing me over the edge, I had stopped pissing but he didn’t seem to notice. Finally I came and I came hard! My body was quivering and he wasn’t stopping. I squeezed his head between my thighs trying to get him to stop just for a second so I could regain control of my surroundings. He slowed down and finally pulled away. I put my head back just to enjoy the intense orgasm he had just given me when he lapped at my pussy again. This time I couldn’t control myself and squirted the last bit of piss all over his face. He looked up at me with a devilish smile, licked his lips and said, “It’s my turn.”

He led me toward the master bathroom, where he undressed me while taking extra time to touch and kiss every part of my body that my clothing were touching. His hands while calloused were gentle on my skin yet firm when he grasped my 36 C tits and pulled them into his mouth, sucking on one then over to the other. I was like puddy in his hands. I moved to meet his touch, his mouth, his breath.

When he finally had me completely undressed he picked me up, set me up on the bathroom vanity, spread my legs and devoured my pussy.

I couldn’t take anymore, pushed him away from me, hopped off the vanity and started undressing him. His 8″ cock was suffocating in his jeans, begging to be released. I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pulled his underwear down and quickly his cock sprung out of its prison and quickly into my mouth. I sucked his cock slowly at first enjoying every inch he had to offer me. My cock sucking quickly became more fierce. I was a cock hungry slut and I couldn’t get enough of him into me. Before long I had the entire 8″ in my mouth and down my throat.

I sucked his cock, playing with his balls, running my finger up his ass crack until he would squirm then I would go back to playing with his balls. I sucked and stroked his cock taking time to pull his cock up with one hand and taking his balls into my mouth. He loves having his balls sucked on and I made sure they weren’t left out.

I went back to sucking his long, extremely hard cock when I felt him tense up. I was giddy! I though he was going to cum (I was thinking it was in record time), when I tasted my first taste of his hot salty piss. I was amazing! He was pissing in my mouth and I was trying my hardest to take every drop. It was kind of unsuccessful and his piss started to leak out of my mouth and on to my tits. I was loving every minute of it and soon I had his cock out of my mouth, spraying my body with his piss and rubbing it in with the other hand. I could feel it making its way down to my pussy and all I could think was how good it has to feel to have him piss inside me.

He had finally stopped pissing after what seemed like the best eternity of my life. We looked around at the bathroom floor and the mess that we had made and decided we should get it cleaned up. I left the room to get some towels and cleaning supplies and when I returned he looked at me and said he had to pee again. I couldn’t believe he had to go again (he later told me he drank about a gallon of water on his long drive home and had to pee since before he got off work). I asked him what he would like to do and the only response I got was him bending me over the bathroom vanity.

I could feel the head of his cock probing at my pussy teasing me with what was about to come. I could feel his fingers pressing on my asshole as well. Only this wasn’t dry fingers! He had them lubed up and the quickly slide into my ass. Two fingers turned into 3 and I was cumming harder and harder with each thrust of his hand. I could feel his cock rubbing on the entrance to my pussy and I had about all the teasing I could take and pushed myself onto his cock. It slid into my pussy with no effort at all and that’s all I needed to have a mind blowing orgasm. My knees gave out on me so he had to put his other arm around my waist to support me until I recovered.

He still had his fingers in my ass and I kept wondering what he was up to. He pulled his cock out of my pussy and his fingers out of my ass and started kissing my back gently rubbing his hands down my sides. It was then I knew where he was going to piss. He always kisses and touches my back to relax me before anal sex. I gave in to his touches and was more than ready to take his cock in my waiting ass.

I reached behind me, grabbed his cock and slowly guided him into my oh so ready asshole. I pushed back onto his cock slowly allowing myself to get adjusted to his size before I gave all control back to him. Finally the full length of his shaft was in my ass, (that’s my signal for him to have at it), but he wasn’t doing anything. He just stood there. I looked up in the mirror and he looked a little confused and was trying hard to concentrate on something.

I then felt a strong force inside me. Unlike one I have ever felt before. I will admit, it hurt a bit, but on the same hand it felt amazing! I couldn’t believe it! My husband was pissing in my ass!!! I could feel my belly getting fuller by the second and it was the most intense thing I have ever felt in my life.

My pussy began to throb and I couldn’t keep from rubbing my clit while he continued his hot stream of piss deep inside me. My husband asked if I was ok, and my reply back to him was pulling my ass off his cock a bit and thrusting it back to where my ass cheeks slapped against his skin. That’s all he needed to know I was ok.

He grabbed my hips and fucked my ass, pulling me harder onto his cock with every thrust. I could feel his piss deep inside me, sloshing around my in my belly. I rubbed my clit faster and faster and he fucked me harder and harder. His cock was abusing my asshole and I was loving every minute of it! He let go of my right hip and slipped his hand down to mine, that was rubbing my clit. He helped me rub my pussy for a bit then continued to my dripping wet cunt. He pushed his finger inside my fuck hole, then two.

He was relentless with my asshole. His cock slamming hard into me and with each thrust piss would splash out onto my back and his stomach. I think he was a bit amused with this because when I would look into the mirror he always had this devilish grin on his face. That face quickly changed into a face of ecstasy and I knew he was about to cum.

I met each thrust harder than the last while my hand reached under me and grabbed his balls. I wanted him to cum and I wanted him to cum hard! He grabbed my hips with such force pulling me and his cock deeper into my piss filled ass. He held onto me and with a final lunge his cock was buried to the hilt in my piss dripping ass and he was cumming hard into me. His hands had a hold on my hips that I will never forget.( I still have the nail shaped scars on my hips from this night. ) I always love this part. His cock is super sensitive from shooting his cum into me, and I take it upon myself to milk every drop from him by flexing my ass muscles. He twitches a little and moans a lot and finally collapses onto my back.

I stay bent over the counter for a bit, letting his cock get soft inside me before finally releasing him. We didn’t make it far that night. We lay together on the bathroom floor, still covered in piss until we could muster up the energy to get cleaned…..

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I met Kelly in college at one of our fraternity parties. She was a Junior and I was a Senior and the minute I saw her, I knew I had to have her. She was a petite blond with an athletic figure, and I found out she was on both the swim and track teams.

What I also learned from chatting her up for over 3 hours is that she was very competitive, which she proved later that night when I took her up to my room. The sex was awesome, and it was the start of a very nice relationship.

She was very eager to please most of my sexual desires, and always wanted to know how she rated based on past girl friends. I once told her about what a great cocksucker Anne was (two girl friends earlier) and for the whole next week Kelly had her lips and tongue all over my cock until I crowned her the best cocksucker ever!

I tried to find a way to tell her about my pee fetish, but I didn’t know how to introduce her to pee play without scaring her off.

Then it hit me – and I began working on the challenge.

The next day, we were sitting around my apartment, watching a little television and having a few beers. Kelly got up to go to the bathroom midway through her second beer, and as she was walking down the hall I said, “man you have a small bladder, I bet I could go drink for drink with you and hold out longer before going to the bathroom.”

She stopped dead in her tracks and turned toward me and said “Is that a challenge?”

“If you think you’re up for it, then yeah!” I replied, my dick already rising in my shorts knowing that she took the bait hook, line and sinker.

“What are the stakes?” Kelly asked, forgetting about relieving herself and returning the couch.

“Twenty bucks and bragging rights” I offered, knowing that as starving college students money was tight, plus it was the bragging rights portion of the challenge that I knew she would go for.

“You’re On!” she said with a small squeal, and took another long sip off her beer.

“Aren’t you interested in the rules?” I asked.

“Doesn’t matter, I’m gonna kick your ass at this and laugh as I watch you dance around wih your legs crossed like a little school girl.” She was not only competitive, but she could talk trash with the best of them!

“OK,” I continued, “since you’re so confident, the first rule is that neither of us can pee until we’re both naked.”

“Ohhhh, I like Rule #1″ she said very sarcastically, “what else you got ‘Nancy’?”

“Rule #2 is that win or lose, you have to pee standing up”, I shot back at her. She had a look on her face that said ‘no fair’, but her competitive pride wouldn’t dare give me that satisfaction.

All she said was “You got anything else, or are we going to get this game going?”

“No hands!” I said, enjoying the power of being able to set the challenge.

“Are you crazy?” came her reply, “how the hell do you expect me to hold my water all night, and then pee standing up without using my hands?”

“I’ll help you and you’ll help me!”

“It’s a bet!” she said as we clinked our beer bottles in a toast to consummate the challenge, “but you’re going down!”

Little did she know that that’s exactly what I was hoping for by the time this little challenge played itself out.

We finished our beers and I said “grab your jacket, we’re going out.”

I took her downtown to our favorite Sports Bar, since we needed to eat dinner, and I knew that there would be plenty of cold beer available, and hopefully some interesting games to take my mind off of the men’s room.

Besides, since Rule #1 says we can’t pee unless we’re both naked, I knew I could torment her all through dinner, knowing that the winner wouldn’t be decided until we got back to my place.

The bar was rocking and we enjoyed several beers while eating nachos, chicken wings, and cheese fries. Hey, we were college kids after all!

I caught Kelly looking enviously at the women at the next table, as they casually strolled to and from the ladies room, always in pairs of course, throughout our meal. I could feel the pressure building in my bladder, but I could also see Kelly’s legs wiggling almost non-stop, so I knew she couldn’t last much longer.

However, I still ordered us one more round, just to watch the look of confidence disappear from her face when the waitress clanked the two fresh mugs down in front of us.

“We can go after these beers if you want to.” I teased, and then watched in amazement as Kelly chugged down her draft.

“Take your time”, she chided me, I can wait all night…or at least one more minute than you can.”

Man, that girl was competitive!

Feeling my own urgency building, I did my best to finish my beer as quickly as possible, and then said “Let’s go.”

On the ride home, we were both dancing in the car seat to control our bladders. I was trying to drive with my knees pinned together, and Kelly was sitting in the passenger seat with her hand jammed in her crotch, trying to hold back the pressure.

As soon as the car was parked in front of my apartment, we both ran as fast as we could upstairs to the bathroom, jockeying for position on the way up the stairs.

We both started wildly stripping off our clothes, dancing on one foot, and then the other, trying to hold back, and secretly trying to will the other one to let loose first. As we’re hoping around like a couple of naked kangaroos, a little tipsy from all the beer we drank, we both start to laugh uncontrollably, and then it happened. Kelly laughed so hard she snorted, which caused me to let out a belly laugh, and with it, a little piss shot out of my cock making a small puddle on the floor.

“I win! I win! I win!” Kelly sang as she did a little victory dance around the bathroom. “Now get out of my way ’school girl’ and let me finally relieve myself” she said as she started to sit on the toilet.

“Not so fast,” I said through gritted teeth, still trying to hold back the torrent that didn’t come out while I was laughing, “don’t forget the other rules or you forfeit!”

“Oh right,” she said standing back up, “well get yourself over here and help out The Undisputed Bladder Champion, because my damn is about ready to burst.” Even under these conditions, she still found time to gloat.

Kelly positioned herself in front of the toilet, and spread her legs a little more than shoulder width, and crouched her knees just a little. I stood behind her, and she jumped a little when she felt my stiff cock touching her ass as I reached around and grab each of her pussy lips with either hand, and pulled them apart slowly. “HURRY” she shouted “before I piss all over the bathroom floor!”

I giggled at her discomfort, which was a small consolation at having gotten beaten at my own game.

She was having a little trouble getting started, in this awkward position, and with me holding her pussy lips, so I reached out my thumb and started stroking her clit. This provided the magic sensation to trigger Kelly’s bladder to release, and her piss started flowing hot and heavy. Like a true champ, she hit the center of the bowl, and the room filled with the sounds of her stream hitting the water.

Of course, the sound of running water is not a good thing to someone who has to pee as badly as I did, and I was struggling to hold back my own stream, while enjoying the dirty pleasure of holding my girlfriend’s cunt open while watching her golden nectar shoot out like a fire hose.

She finish up with a trickle, and I almost pushed her out of the way to get myself into position. By force of habit, my hand went to my cock to aim it at the bowl, and Kelly slapped it way, barely missing my cock in the process. The shock of almost having my painfully erect and piss filled cock nearly slapped forced me to jump, and another short burst of piss shot out hitting the floor.

Kelly looked at me with a face that just said “REALLY?” as she squeezed up behind me and took a hold of my cock. I now understand why she had trouble starting her stream, because it’s just not right having someone else holding your parts in this situation.

Stealing a page from my playbook, she gently massaged the underside of my shaft, and my stream started flowing. Not used to having to aim something, it took a couple seconds for Kelly to center my stream in the bowl, and I let out a huge “AAAAHHHHHHH” as I was letting myself go. I finished up and asked her to shake it a couple times, to knock any remaining drops off the tip. She eagerly obliged.

Kelly walked over and started the shower running, and then returned and started stroking my cock again. “Don’t think about it as coming in second place” she said with a fake tone of empathy, “think about it as being First….First loser that is!”

After watching her piss, and having her hold my cock while I did, not even her trash talk could bother me now. I pulled her closed and kissed her deeply, while reaching my hand down to finger her wet and swollen pussy.

We stepped into the shower together, still locked in our embrace with our hands on each others pissing parts. The steaming water beat down on both of us, and again, the sound of running water triggered a sense of urgency in my bladder, the familiar feeling of desperation returned to my crotch.

We were standing close together, and Kelly was stroking my cock while I continued fingering her pussy. Slowly I started my stream, almost undetected, due to the similarity in temperature between my piss and the shower water. After a couple seconds Kelly looked down and saw what it happening. She was surprised at first, but then relaxed at how natural it felt, as my stream got stronger and started to arc out of the tip of my cock, hitting both of us around our navels.

She kept stroking my cock and moved her other hand into my stream. She then brought that hand to her nose to inhale the intoxicating aroma. She knelt down in front of me and let the last of my piss run out over her face and tits.

As I felt her mouth close around my cock, I smiled confidently at my own personal victory. While Kelly may have won the battle, I knew I won the war, having successfully introduced her to pee play.

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Rose sat in front of the computer screen sipping her third beer while rubbing her wet pussy under her panties, as the characters in the story she was reading are loudly fucking in a bus station rest room.

The action in the story is hot, but what really has her pussy dripping is the anticipation of who will piss on whom, and how, as the urgency in her bladder is causing her clit to tingle. You see, this is her favorite place on the internet to read golden shower stories, and Rose is a piss whore.

Or at least she “was” a piss whore in her younger days.

Her mind starts to wander from the characters in the story to her first accidental introduction to wet sex. It was in her first year of college, the night she met John.

They were both naive 18-year olds away from home for the first time, but when they ran into each other at the freshman mixer, there was an immediate spark between them. They stood at the punch bowl and talked the entire night, enjoying the sweet juice as they learned all about each other.

John was enjoying the punch as much as the conversation, because it was obvious to him that someone had been spiking it with alcohol without the knowledge of the administration. Rose had no idea, since she had always been a “good girl”, and would never consider drinking before reaching the legal age of 21. After all, this was a small, conservative teachers university in the Midwest, where a girl’s reputation was as important as her grade point average.

As they talked, they learned that they both from rural New York, growing up in towns that were about 20 miles from each other. They both had the same aspirations, to teach high school, although the priority for Rose was clearly her studies, but John’s priorities were to fully enjoy his newfound freedom and independence.

And while Rose talked and drank her punch, John drank in every curve and detail of her young frame. Rose was the typical librarian type. Nobody you would give a second look to in passing, but if you did stop for that second look, you’d be pleasantly surprised. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a loose pony tail, and her large frame glasses hid her smooth freckled complexion. She was wearing a high-collared white blouse and a simple grey cardigan, but even under those conservative layers John could make out the curves of an ample bust that dropped to a thin waistline, then dovetailed nicely into a pair of firm breeder hips. Her knee-length wool skirt followed the shape of her long legs, and draped nicely over the mounds of her tight behind.

While imagining what she looked like underneath all that wool and suppression was intoxicating to John, Rose was actually getting intoxicated by the mixture of liquor in the punch. Being the gentleman, John offered to walk her back to her dorm room, and Rose graciously accepted.

The spiked punch not only melted Rose’s defenses, it intensified the spark of sexual energy that she immediately felt upon meeting John, and soon they found themselves tearing off each other’s clothes and falling on her dormroom bed, like a two-headed naked octopus with their arms and legs furiously exploring each other’s bodies.

Rose had had just a couple of sexual experiences in high school, but mostly with clumsy boys who were only interested in getting their own rocks off. John was a little more experienced, so he knew how to take his time with a woman, and knew that bringing her to orgasm first usually paid huge benfits later on. So Rose had no idea what to expect when he started kissing down her flat torso.

When his lips first touched the burning flesh between her legs, she thought she had died and went to heaven. John sensed that this was a new experience for her, so he took his time kissin, licking, and probing her moist pussy with his tongue, feeling the tension in her legs and stomach melt away with each moment. The more she relaxed, the more he expanded his attention to the other pleasure centers of her being.

He reached up with his right hand and started massaging her left breast, twisting and tugging at her erect nipple. An involuntary moan escaped her lips and instinctively her legs parted wider. John then moved up and started running his tongue over her fully exposed clit, this time causing Rose to gasp loudly and clamp her thighs tightly against his head. Nobody had ever touched her clit before except for the handful of times she masturbated herself, and the feeling of his hot wet tongue on her sensitive nubbin was shooting fireworks off in her brain. She felt self-conscious about the increasing amount of moisture between her legs, as it trickled out of her cunt and ran down between the crack of her ass.

As Rose felt the first orgasm ever provided by a person not named Rose building up in her loins, she was also cognisant of another sensation, the urgency building in her bladder from all the punch she had enjoyed at the mixer. However, there was no way in hell she was going to ask him to stop, since it felt so good and she didn’t want to kill the moment, so she directed all her concentration to letting herself cum, and figured she’d just dash off the bathroom immediately after to take care of her urgent need to pee.

Well, that was her plan anyhow, until the index finger of John’s left hand started moving up the slick crack of her ass, and probing her tight, young asshole. Lubricated with the copious fluids leaking from her swollen pussy, John’s finger slipped into her ass up to the first knuckle and that was all she wrote for Rose.

The thoughts and self-doubts were running through her mind as fast as the electrical sensations that were screaming through her pussy and ass. “How could she be naked in her dorm room with a guy she just met?” “Good girls don’t fuck on the first date.” “Who knew that getting your pussy licked could feel so good?” and “OH MY GOD, THERE’S A FINGER IN MY ASSHOLE??!!”

The waves of orgasm took control of her body, and she grabbed John’s head with her hands and just started bucking up and down off the bed. At this point she didn’t care if he thought she was behaving like a cheap whore, she just knew she liked the feeling his tongue and fingers were providing and wanted to eke out every ounce of pleasure from the sensation.

As she came down from her orgasmic bliss, she started thinking of how to excuse herself to run to the bathroom, as John’s head was still lying on her thigh as he gently rubbed her legs and tummy. Just as she was about to speak, John leaned forward and gave her a peck of a kiss directly on her clit, which sent a charge of energy though her body, and cause a brief spurt of piss to fly out of her, hitting John directly in the face.

She was mortified.

She really felt a cosmic connection to John, and thought he felt it too. She was already very worried that she might have blown any chance for a long term relationship by going this far on the first date, but now she accidentally pissed on his face, and she just knew that he would never speak to her again. However, nothing in her young life could have prepared her for what he did next, and what she allowed herself to do.

John just smiled up at her, wiping her urine out of his eye, and then brought his finger to his mouth and licked it clean. “More please” was all he said, and he bent back forward placing his open mouth directly over her cunt. She didn’t know if it was the liquor, the orgasm, or her intense need to relieve herself, but in that instant, she fell in love with John and gave in to his wishes.

John felt his mouth fill up with her tangy urine and couldn’t believe he was actually experiencing this naughty fetish that until now, he had only read and fantasized about. He had tasted his own piss, but nothing could compare with the flavor of this first mouthful of someone else’s, especially since he was pretty sure he was falling in love with Rose. He eagerly swallowed only to have her fill his mouth again. “Damn, that girl drank a lot of punch” he thought to himself, as he detected a slight hint of sweet cherry in her golden fluid.

Coming back to earth, the reality of the situation came crashing in on Rose’s brain, and the morals and ethics of her conservative upbringing started closing in on her. Here she was naked on her dorm room bed with a total stranger, pissing in his mouth. “Who AM I?” she thought to herself, as the suppression and guilt was too much for her, and she lept out of the bed, leaving a trail of piss all the way to her bathroom, where she slammed and locked the door, where John could hear her sobbing.

It took 45 minutes for John to talk her out of the bathroom, and they stayed up through the night, talking about the incident, but mostly talking about themselves, and getting to know one another. John assured her that he did not think any less of her for what they did, but on the contrary, felt so much closer to her, since she had fulfilled one of his biggest fantasies. Around 4am they finally fell asleep in each other’s arms, and it was the start of a beautiful relationship.

Rose and John dated steady, and along the way, Rose really developed a taste for John’s piss and they had lots of wet sex throughout their four years at the university. They married shortly after graduation, and both got jobs teaching at a small Catholic High School about an hour from Rose’s home town.

Fast forward seven years, to where Rose is now sitting, playing with herself in front of the computer screen.

She and John are still married, and working at the same high school, but she hasn’t seen a lot of him lately. While Rose is still teaching English, he has risen to an Adminstration level, and he has been fighting to save the small school from closing. Enrollment has been dwindling over the years, as the economy and religious apathy have taken their toll on the small town school. The Diocese had announced earlier in the year that they will be closing three schools, and so John had been working very hard with the Board of Directors on a presentation to make sure that their school was not one of them.

John and Rose still love each other, but over the years the fun and adventurous sex had fizzled into weekly routine love making on Saturday mornings. The pressures of John’s job had diminished his sex drive, and the thought of both he and Rose losing their jobs if the school closed made it even worse. It had gotten to the point where the Saturday morning sex had dried up too, and Rose felt as though she was losing him.

Rose was supportive of John’s situation, but also had her own needs and desires, so she would find herself frequently playing with herself on these lonely nights that John would be working late, mixing in a little pee play, reminding herself of the carefree days of their early years together. She had just realeased the first burst of piss in her white cotton panties, as the girl in the story was pissing on the face of the stranger she just fucked in the bus station bathroom. The woman in the story was leaning over to take the stanger’s cock in her mouth, and Rose was preparing herself to cum along with them, rubbing her clit faster and harder beneath her now went knickers.

And then she was interrupted by the ringing of the phone.

“DAMMIT” she said to herself, continuing to finger her clit while letting the call roll over to the answering machine. Just as the first wave of orgasm hit her, she heard John’s excited voice on the machine.

“GREAT NEWS ROSE!” he shouted, almost shocking her out of the throws of her orgasm. “We just heard from our contact at the Diocese and our school is not one of the ones being closed!”

The the relief of hearing this news intensified her orgasm, and she flooded herself with her piss as she continued to vibrate her fingers over her clit.

“One bit of bad news though hun…” John continued, “I have to stay for a couple more hours to finish this presentation. I’ve sent everyone else home, and it sounds like you’re already in bed, so I’ll be home just as soon as I can.”

“Oh no you don’t” Rose thought to herself, needing much more than her fingers to truly celebrate this outstanding news. She tidied up the mess she just made and decided to surprise him at his office and help him enjoy this good news in the same way that she just had.

And she knew the perfect way to surprise him, as she headed to the basement.

Rose remembered the out of town Halloween party they got invited to last year, at the house of an old college friend. Since they were away from home, they could indulge their naughty side, so she dressed up as a school girl, and John dressed up as a priest. She had her hair done up in pig tails, and the brightest red lipstick she could find. She wore the same large framed glasses as when they first met, and carried a large oversized plastic lollipop. Rose had borrowed one of the Catholic school uniform skirts and rounded out the outfit with a plain white button down blouse. She remembered how hot it made him as she teased and flirted with John throughout the party, staying in school girl character the whole time. Later that night, they fucked each other like rabbits that night, doing their best to be quiet since they were staying in their friend’s guest room. She really wanted him to piss on her in her school girl outfit, but they couldn’t risk fouling up their friend’s sheets and mattress.

Rose knew she still had the school uniform skirt somewhere downstairs in one of the storage trunks. When she found it she shrieked with joy as she slipped it on over her still damp panties, and was proud of herself that it still fit. Still naked from the waist up, she continued to search through the trunk until she found the grey wool knee socks, saddle shoes and even the big plastic lollipop. She collected all the items and ran upstairs, feeling her nipples ache with anticipation at the nasty and delicious plot she was hatching in her head.

The skirt was already dangerously short for a woman her age, and she rolled the waistline a few times so it barely hung down below her moist and tingly crotch. She pulled on the knee socks and saddle shoes, and walked around in front of the mirror, giggling at how her white panties showed with each step she took. She pulled her hair into pig tails and overdid her makeup like a naughty school girl would. Finally, she selected the sheerest white blouse from her closet, and put it on over her bare chest, buttoning only the bottom three buttons. She admired herself in the mirror again, turning from side to side, pleased with the view. Her breasts, which were almost completely visible through the half open shirt, were still firm and pert after 7 years of marriage, and she could clearly see her dark and hard nipples through the thin material of her blouse.

She grabbed a large bottle of water, the lollipop and hopped into the car, driving as quickly as possible to the school, but being careful not to speed, because it would be very hard to explain this outfit to Randy, the elderly sheriff in this conservative rural town, and one of the volunteers at their church. Thinking about how everyone in town would just die if they knew how kinky she was, she couldn’t help but let out another small blast of piss, re-dampening her panties as she drove.

John was busy working on the presentation, so he barely heard the faint knock on his door and the mousey voice saying “excuse me sir.” When he looked up and saw Rose standing there in that outfit, his mouth hung open and his cock immediately sprang to attention.

“I just got sent down to your office by my teacher for having an accident in her class” Rose continued, swaying her hips from side to side as she spoke, knowing that John could see her tits jiggling beneath her blouse and the faint yellow stains on her now sopping white panties.

Remembering what a piss whore Rose developed into during college, John new exactly what she had in mind, and with his presentation nearly finished, he decided to play along. “Come in and take a seat young lady” John said in his sternest School Administrator voice, not bothering to tell her to shut the door, knowing they were the only two people in the school at this hour.

Rose walked over to the wooden arm chair that sat in front of his desk, and plopped herself down on the seat, and they both heard the squishy noise as her wet ass his the chair. She sat with her knees together and her feet angled out to the sides, and nervously wiggled in the chair waiting to hear what her punishment might be.

She looked around his office and saw the empty coffee pot on the shelf near the window, and a few empty water bottles on his desk, so she knew John had a lot to drink tonight as well. She was just hoping that he hadn’t taken a bathroom break in awhile.

He hadn’t.

“So you had an accident, did you?” he asked, as he slowly walked around his desk to stand in front of her. She could see the bulge in his khaki’s so she knew her little game was having its desired effect on him. Even at this late hour, he looked so handsome in his crisp white dress shirt, sleeves rolled up, collar button undone, and tie loosened around his neck. His face was covered with a five-o’clock shadow, and his muscular frame carried only a few extra pounds from back in their college days.

“I didn’t mean to….honest” she pouted, “I thought I could hold it until the end of class, but then I started having nasty thoughts and before I knew it I was wetting myself in the middle of class.” The kinky thought of actually wetting herself in class back when she was in her small town high school sent a surge of energy through Rose’s pussy, and John saw her nipples push more urgently at the sheer covering of her blouse.

“And just who were you having these nasty thoughts about?” John asked, pretending like he didn’t already know the answer to this question.

“You sir” was her reply, and she clasped her hands behind her head, thrusting her breast toward him.

“Show me”, he commanded.

“I couldn’t” she teased, “won’t that get me into more trouble?”

“You’re going to get what’s coming to you young lady, now SHOW ME!”, John again commanded, putting a little more authority into his voice.

Rose drew her feet together, placing the soles of her saddle shoes on each other, which forced her legs to fall wide open, and her skirt to ride up her thighs and collect at her waist.

“Is this what you want to see sir?” she asked, fluttering her eyelashes at him as she spoke.

“You know what I want to see.” John retored, his deep blue eyes fixed on the thin damp sheet of cotton covering her pussy. He could clearly make out the curls of her pubic hair through her panties, and the folds of her sweet cunt, as she had a delicious case of camel toe.

Slowly, her piss started to leak out of her and through the material of her underwear. John dropped to his knees and began sucking her piss out of her panty covered cunt. He couldn’t believe that he let the stress of the job and the school closure situation get in the way of enjoying this kinky pleasure with his wife these past few years. He felt guilty, but only for a moment, because the throbbing of his cock in his pants, and the salty taste of the warm fluid filling his mouth reminded him of just how much he loved his wife.

“You are a nasty piss slut, arent’t you?” John said while rising to his feet. Rose was trying to figure out if he was talking to her or her school girl character, but realized that it didn’t matter, since the answer was the same. She pinched off her stream, trying to save it up for later, and enjoyed the feeling of sitting in the puddle of her piss that had collected on the wooden chair.

“Does that make me a bad girl, sir?” she said, as she licked her lips and started undoing his belt and pants.

“Well, let’s just see how bad of a girl you really are.” he replied, as she had now worked his pants down to his knees and was holding his throbbing cock in her hand. She stroked his cock lightly, still seated, so his cock was at her eye level.
“It looks like you’ve had a lot to drink” she said, looking at the empty coffee pot and water bottles. “May I have something to drink too sir?” she asked, looking up at him with her sparkly green eyes.

John leaned his weight back on his desk and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of her hand on his cock and the level that she had gone through, dressing up and coming down here to celebrate the good news. Rose held his cock waiting for her reward, and felt a familiar tingle in her pussy when she saw the first drops of his piss leave his dick. As his stream started to build in force, she directed it at her chest, thoroughly soaking her blouse, making it practically invisible. She gasped as his strong stream of piss bounced off her nipples like a personal shower massage, and she deeply inhaled the aroma of his golden fluid as is splashed up on and around her face.

Tilting herself forward on the chair, she grabbed the crotch of her panties and pulled them to the side, exposing her swollen pussy and throbbing clit to the cool office air. She now directed the vibrations of his piss stream over her clit, and shook in a mild orgasm at the warm wet feeling pulsating on her love nubbin. Feeling his flow begin to ebb, she lifted his cock, letting his piss trail blaze from her cunt, up her stomach, through the valley of her breasts until it was finally splashing off her lips and chin.

Rose opened her mouth and devoured his still pissing cock, locking her lips around his shaft tightly, and swallowing his hot, golden liquid as it filled her mouth.

She continued to suck on his cock, even after he had finished pissing, and now was cupping his balls as her ruby red lips moved up and down his shaft. Sensing he was close, she let her hand leave his balls and travel over the sensitive skin on its way to his ass. Her fingers started snaking up the crack of his ass and circling around his clenched asshole, and John was having trouble staying on his feet.

As her fingertip pierced the ring of his anus, he lost all control and started filling her mouth with his jism. She nearly choked at the first blast of his cum, realizing that he had quite a bit stored up, since they had not been having a lot of sex lately. His spunk seemed to be filling her mouth as fast as she could swallow, and she was savoring the taste of this delicacy she had been missing.

She let his cock loose from her mouth, and the last few spasm of cum landed in her hair and on the skin of her now exposed breast. She rubbed her fingers in the glob on her breast, swirling it around her sensitive nipple, and then slowly licked her fingers, sucking off the mixture of his sweet cum and tangy piss.

Without saying a word, John grabbed her under her arms and lifted her up out of the chair, spinning around and placing her on the desk. He grabbed the waistband of her drenched panties and yanked them down, sliding them off over her feet. He grabbed her by the ankles and slid her ass to the edge of the desk, and then gently pushed her back so she was leaning on her bent elbows.

John then kicked off his pant and sat his naked ass down in the piss covered chair, leaning in to give her pissy cunt the same attention he did on the night they first met. John licked, probed and sucked her to an intense orgasm, and then pushed up on her thighs, bending her knees so they were resting back on her chest. She was laying flat on her back on his desk now, and the globes of her beautiful firm ass were proudly on display.

John leaned back in, this time his mouth and lips landing on the sensitive skin of her exposed asshole. He rimmed her ass for what seemed like ever, pushing his tongue deep inside her, stretching her and making her squeal with delight.

His tongue left her ass briefly, and only to say “More please,” hearkening back to that night in college when they first shared the joys of wet sex.

John returned to licking and sucking her ass, and then he felt the warm sensation of her piss landing on his head and running down the back of his dress shirt. He brought his face up and bathed it in the stream of her golden liquid, before clamping his mouth back on her cunt and drinking her steaming offering. Rose ran dry quickly, but it was enough to return the starch to John’s erection, and he was ready to go again.

He peeled her off the desk and pushed her down to the floor, where she was kneeling in the puddle of their combined piss next to the chair on all fours. Still in her knee socks and saddle shoes, John flipped up the material of her micro-mini skirt, and reveled at the sight of her sweet white ass cheeks and swollen cunt lips that hung below them.

He knelt behind her and buried his hard cock deep within her moist pussy with one authoritative thrust. Rocking his hips, he leaned forward and grabbed her pendulous breasts in each hand as they hung free of her open blouse. Pulling and pinching her nipples, he continued to fuck her until he felt the urgency returning to his bladder.

Rose moaned with disappointment as she felt his cock leave her cunt, but then squealed with delight as she felt the blast of his hot piss hit her directly on the asshole. John moved the head of his cock as close to her asshole as possible, without touching it, so the force of his stream was now shooting his piss right up her ass.

“Drench me John” Rose begged, “Cover me with your hot and nasty piss”

John obliged, moving his spray across her ass cheeks and down to her pussy.

“Piss on me…Make me your slut…Fuck your piss whore….FUCK ME NOW!” Rose commanded, no longer playing the part of the sweet and innocent school girl.

Knowing he was about done, John moved back to pissing directly on her asshole, and then thrust forward slowly, nudging the head of his cock into her piss-covered ass.

“OH God that feels good!” Rose exclaimed, and pushed her hips back at him to take more of him into her tight anal tube.

John again pushed his hips forward, and soon Rose could feel the tickle of his damp pubic hair on the cheeks of her ass, knowing the full length of his cock was within her. She started bucking back and forth on him, acclimating her tight sphincter to the girth of his cock, and soon they had built to a steady pace.

Rose reached back and was rubbing her clit as John continued to slam into her ass, the sounds of his balls slapping off her wet ass cheeks echoing through the halls of the empty school. John felt her ass twitch around his cock, and then heard Rose scream out with her umpteenth orgasm of the evening. This trigger his own climax, and he filled her bowels with the last bit of his cum.

They both collapsed in a heap on the floor, looking into each others eyes and holding each other close.

“Isn’t it great that we saved the school?” John said, breaking the post-orgasmic silence.

Rose just smiled, knowing that on this night, it was their marriage that was actually saved.

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Emma stepped into the lift just as the doors were closing behind her. She noticed just one other person in the lift as the doors came together and the lift jerked into action. Not someone she recognised, but people in her apartment block always had visitors around so it was nothing unusual. The lift was all mirrored inside so she checked him out briefly as the lift made its slow ascent to the 14th floor. Quite a striking man, very well dressed in a pinstripe black business suit, clearly tailored to fit his broad shouldered frame. Chiseled, brooding features, just a hint of stubble and short cropped hair. She averted her gaze when he glanced up and caught her eye.

God she needed to use the toilet, she thought to herself as the lift passed the second floor, she knew a second bottle of mineral water over lunch was a bad idea. She should have gone in the cafe, but since it was only a short walk from home she’d figured she could hold on.

She took the time to sort her hair in the mirrored door, the walk home had mussed it up somewhat. she sorted her fringe out and ruffled her short red bob to make it more presentable. She was in the process of reaching into her bag for lip gloss when the lift shuddered and came to an abrupt halt between the fifth and sixth floors.

‘Huh?’ She muttered, noticing the silence of the stranger. Suddenly the lights cut off. ‘Shit’ she exclaimed. The lift did this all the time. One of the most expensive apartment blocks in the City with quite possibly the most unreliable lifts. The backup lights quickly kicked into action, considerably duller than the regular lights, but light nonetheless. Checking the mirror she noticed the apparent coolness of the stranger, he appeared completely unfazed by the whole experience. ‘Happens all the time’, she said in an attempt to break the uneasy silence that inevitably descended in the enclosed space. The only acknowledgement received was a brief flicker of a smile, just the corners of his mouth. His green eyes pierced her to the and she felt an involuntary shiver course down her spine as she forced herself to look away. She decided to apply her lip gloss anyway, the lift would no doubt resume in a couple of minutes, there was always a handyman on site for such events.

Ten minutes had passed. Emma felt the dull ache in her bladder telling her she really needed to wee. It had never taken this long before. Where was the handyman to kick-start the lift? Why today of all days. Her palms were sweating in the growing humidity and she felt beads of sweat trickle down her chest between her tiny breasts. Why had she decided to wear a tight polo neck shirt today? It clung to her body, her jeans felt uncomfortable and she also noticed beads of perspiration forming on her temples.

The stranger had still not spoken, still stood there, seemingly unfazed by the situation and not at all flustered. Fuck this, she thought, as she picked up the emergency telephone, lazy bastard was probably sleeping downstairs.

It was answered on the fifteenth ring… Fifteenth! What the fuck are they up to, she thought.

‘We’re stuck in the lift, little help please?’ Emma spoke immediately down the phone, not in a mood anymore for small talk.

‘Lady, you’re gonna be stuck in the lift for a while.’ Came the response.

‘What? What are you…’ She began in response, but was cut off.

‘Power’s gone down throughout the city. We got people stuck in all four of the lift shafts, people stuck in the revolving doors, generator power’s not enough to get to everyone. How many in the lift?’

‘Just two,’ Emma replied, unconsciously crossing her legs out of desperation for a wee. ‘Myself and another gentleman.’

‘Both able bodied?’

‘Yes, why?’

‘Then you’re not a priority I’m afraid missy. Hang tight and we’ll get you out of there as soon as possible, but brace yourself for at least an hour. If you have fluids, drink them, stay hydrated.’

‘…’ Emma couldn’t even think of a response to that.

‘Gotta go, we’ve got seven people trapped in another lift, but near enough to a door to hoist them out.’ And with that, he was gone.

Emma turned, exasperated to the man, ‘I guess you heard that.’ The only acknowledgement received was a slight nod. Needing to take her mind off of her bladder predicament Emma removed her shoes and sat on the floor in the corner of the lift, closed her eyes and tried to force herself to sleep to pass a bit of time…

… The water cascaded all around her, behind the falls it was so serene, the light came shining through the curtain of water which fell powerfully and relentlessly onto the rocks, the whoosh deafening to her. She stepped up naked to the falls, the cool, damp rock felt heavenly on her bare feet, as she stepped into the fall she felt its power, it enveloped her, its power became her power, she felt a throbbing deep in the pit of her stomach. All she needed to do was release the flow and her power would be realised. She parted her pink, wet lips with her fingers and prepared to release her power…

… Emma woke with a start, realising she was about to let herself go there and then. It took all of her force to clamp down on her bladder. Without even thinking where she was she clamped her hands between her legs and sat up gasping. Oh God oh God oh God! She thought to herself as she managed, just managed, to stop from weeing herself in the lift. She looked up, straight into the eyes of the stranger, he was watching her. He knew what was happening here. She flushed a deep crimson colour, the pressure in her bladder momentarily forgotten. She realised how much she was sweating. Her clothes clung to her, the back of her neck was sodden.

‘Let it go.’ At first she thought she mist be hallucinating. His voice sounded thick and husky, his green eyes bored into her soul.

‘Huh’ She managed to respond.

‘Take down your jeans…’ He spoke slowly, deliberately, ‘and piss.’

Emma gasped out loud at his use of the word and the tone in which this stranger had spoken to her, almost involuntarily she felt a dribble between her legs and had to clamp down hard to prevent it from coming. ‘Wh… what?’ She replied.

‘You heard me. You piss in your jeans or piss out of them. But either way, you’re going to piss in this lift.’ God he’s so handsome, Emma thought randomly, his eyes mesmerised her as she reluctantly stood to her feet. Her belly felt swollen with pressure and the slightest movement hurt.

‘B…but the lift might start soon.’

‘It won’t. You’re going to take off your jeans and piss in your pants.’ The way he said ‘piss’… so forcefully, dragging out the ’ssssss’ at the end was almost enough to tip her over the edge. Her head swam, the heat was driving her wild. she needed to relieve her bladder, and now.

‘Don’t watch.’ She begged as she hesitantly unbuckled her jeans and let them fall to the floor at her bare feet. she stepped out of them and crouched with trepidation, her red cotton panties the only thing hiding her neatly trimmed red haired mound from view.

‘I’m watching. Look at me as you piss’ He spoke with such authority in his voice that she had no choice but to succumb to his wish. She stared deep into his green eyes as she squatted and parted her legs, feeling her sex radiate heat from deep within.

‘I… I can’t go.’ She whispered.

‘Yes you can’ he replied. ‘Piss for me. Piss now’

And then it came. With such force that she had to fall back and rest her weight on the side of the lift. her eyes closed she let out a groan as her vaginal muscles finally caved to pressure and the dam burst forth. First with a hesitant trickle, then with a torrent that soaked her panties within seconds. Her hot, clear piss ran in rivers down her parted thighs and sprayed out through the material of her underwear. She flushed deep with the shame of it all, but God, oh God did it feel so good.

‘Pull your panties to the side’ Came a deep, husky voice directly above her.

She obeyed without question, revealing her tight little pussy as she continued to spray her piss all over the floor of the lift, for what seemed like forever she streamed her fluid onto the floor, aware of heavy breathing directly above her but afraid to open her eyes for what she might see.

Eventually, and I mean eventually, when the lift floor was covered with hot, sticky piss and the atmosphere within the lift was so sexually charged that it would make a nun literally explode, Emma’s flow slowed to a trickle, the trickle faded to a dribble and then the piss ended. But that wasn’t the end of the story.

‘Open your eyes’ Emma looked up to see the stranger looming over her, she had to cock her head to the side to look into his face, for his huge, throbbing shaft twitched mere centimetres from her face, his right hand wrapped tightly round it as he masturbated over her. ‘Suck my cock.’ She looked with a question in her eyes. His eyes told her to do as he said. She opened her pretty little mouth as he pushed the head in, precum coating her lips and tongue. ‘That’s a good girl. Play with your pussy for me, show me how much you liked pissing everywhere.’ His dirty talking drove her wild. As she rubbed a finger against her clit she felt that she was indeed dripping with lust as well as piss. She let out a soft moan as she began to masturbate for this devilish stranger.

‘No fancy stuff now. I want you to fuck yourself for me.’ He spoke as he forced his throbbing member to the back of her throat, making her gag. She slid two fingers inside herself and began to fuck herself with reckless abandon, not considering anything right now other than their mutual pleasure. She was coming within seconds, a second stream of fluid gushing forth from within as she sucked his cock in earnest, working the shaft with her hands. She knew she could suck a mean cock and she felt in the mood to give the blowjob of her life.

She squatted in a pool of her own piss and frigged herself to countless orgasms as her handsome stranger fucked her face, all the while whispering dirty little things to her, telling her how naughty she was for pissing in a lift and sucking a stranger’s cock. And she fucking loved it. She loved the depravity and longed for the stranger to hoist her onto his hips and slam that rock hard cock deep inside of her pussy. She wanted him to claw at her tiny little nubbins of tits as he pounded her with reckless abandon. She wanted him to bend her over and spank her pert little bottom as he rammed her from behind, his balls slapping against her clit.

He told her all the things he wanted to do to her while she deepthroated his cock in the lift. All the while getting closer and closer to his own orgasm. he grabbed handfuls of her deep red hair and forced her to look into his eyes as he neared climax. She came violently as she drowned in his eyes and then suddenly it hit with the force of a champagne bottle being uncorked. His hot, salty fluid shot right to the back of her throat as she was forced to pull his throbbing member from her mouth. He blasted his seed all over her face, in her hair, her eyes and nose. All the while she squirted her own cum and more piss onto the already covered floor.

She collapsed, breathlessly against the wall, her bum actually splashing some of the fluid that had pooled there. Suddenly she felt very tired and in desperate need of sleep. Against her will she slumped backwards and fell into a deep sleep…

… The lift door opening awoke her. ‘What?’ she exclaimed as she was roused from her sleep… had it all been a dream? No. A quick scan around her told her it was all very, very real. She looked up just in time to see the handsome stranger exiting the lift, his eyes told her everything she already knew, a devilish smile playing subtly on his lips as he exited the lift at the thirteenth floor. The door swooshing shut behind her as the lift continued on its ascent to her floor. Please let no-one be there, she thought to herself, panicked now at the prospect of being caught without any pants on, covered in piss and cum, by one of her neighbours. Thankfully the floor was deserted when the lift stopped at her floor and she fled to her door, shakily unlocking it and slamming it shut behind her. She collapsed against the door… What had just happened to her?

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Amber was sitting on the subway train going into the city. All seats were taken and some passengers were standing.

Amber saw a young business woman, about 30 years old, standing about eight feet away facing in Amber’s direction. What a stunning woman, thought Amber. She was dressed in a dark gray suit that couldn’t hide the shapely body beneath it.

I hope I still look that good when I’m 30, Amber thought proudly. Amber was eighteen and a senior in high school. She was familiar with shapely bodies because she was blessed with one. She knew she turned heads when she walked down the street.

The woman looked directly at Amber and smiled. Suddenly she noticed water running down the woman’s long, nylon clad legs.

“What the hell,” Amber muttered.

A big wet spot began appearing on the front of the woman’s skirt. Amber looked up at the woman’s face. She was staring at Amber with glazed eyes.

My god, she’s pissing in her pants. Piss was running down into her high heel shoes. She saw the woman’s body go tense, then shudder wickedly. She then smiled at Amber and moved towards the door as the train came to a stop.

Amber was totally stunned. She had never seen anything like that in her life. Her whole body felt flush as a wave of sexual excitement swept over her.

My god, she thought. The whole scene took less than 10 seconds but it fully aroused me.

She didn’t understand. I’m not bi or a lesbian, she thought. Why did it excite me so much.?

That evening while doing her homework she couldn’t get the incident out of her mind. She felt aroused again.

She closed the door to her bedroom and lay across her bed. She brought her hand up under her skirt.

“UGHHHHHH,” she moaned as her fingers found the lips of her pussy. Her panties were soaked.

The shapely woman and the piss running down her leg was the image in her mind.

“ARGGGGGGGGG,” she groaned as she immediately felt an orgasm sweep over her.

Jesus, that was quick, she thought as she went to the bathroom to clean herself up.

Two days later Amber was on the same train. She couldn’t believe it. There was the woman again, as stunning as the first time she had seen her.

She was further away this time but their eyes made contact. Amber watched excitedly to see if she would get a replay of their last meeting.

Suddenly the train was coming into the station and was slowing down. The woman was moving down the aisle towards her. As she walked by Amber she held her hand out as to give her something. Amber held out her hand and felt something placed into her palm. The woman was gone.

Amber looked at the object. It was a 3 ounce, clear glass vial, filled with a yellowish liquid.

Amber gasped. The woman had given her some of her piss. The depravity of it almost overwhelmed her. Her panties were immediately soaked.

That night in her room she sat at her desk and examined the vial. She pulled out the cork and put it to her nose.

“Ohhh goddd,” she moaned as her hand slipped under her skirt.

She started slowly at first, rubbing her pussy as she sniffed the aroma from the vial. Her fingers slipped under her panties and inserted into her swollen cunt.

Now her hips were thrusting to meet her plunging fingers. She felt an orgasm welling up inside of her. Her climax was near.

“UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,” she moaned as she brought the vial to her lips and poured the contents into her mouth. Her body shook from the intense orgasm racking her body. The piss was now running down her throat.

“ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,” she cried out as her cunt juices flowed down onto the chair. She couldn’t believe she had done something so lewd and perverse but the very taste of the warm piss brought her waves of pleasure.

Amber rode the subway for a month but never saw the woman of her dreams. She had given up of ever seeing her again.

Friday night she was leading cheers at her schools football game when she noticed the woman setting in the stands.

She couldn’t believe it. The woman looked at Amber and smiled. Amber smiled nervously back at her.

The game was over and Amber had lost the woman in the crowd. As she walked towards the parking lot with the other cheerleaders she felt someone touch her arm. It was her.

“Hello,” she said quietly.

“Hi,” said Amber.

“Can I talk to you for a minute?” she asked timidly.

“Sure,” answered Amber hesitantly.

“Can we walk over by the school building?” she asked as she took Amber gently by the arm.

Amber was feeling very apprehensive. She was thrilled to see the woman but this personal contact somehow made everything feel different.

The school building was dark and empty. The lights around it were dim. The woman guided Amber towards a small niche in the building where the trash cans were usually kept. Tonight the niche was empty.

She stopped, turned an faced Amber. She leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “I’ve thought about you many times over the last month. My name is Sarah. Did you like the my gift?” she asked.

“Yes,” Amber said barely audible.

The woman kissed Amber on the cheek. She whispered again in her ear. “I’m glad you liked it little girl. I’ve brought you more.”

With that she pulled Amber’s lips to hers. Her tongue darted into Amber’s mouth as she kissed her passionately.

Amber felt the woman firmly pushing her head down. Amber’s resistance was slight. Her mind was whirling with anticipation. She felt her bare knee’s on the pavement but hardly noticed the pain.

She watched as Sarah slowly raised her skirt and exposed her pantiless pussy. Now she was gently, but firmly pulling Amber’s head up between her spreading legs. The scent of the woman was overwhelming.

She felt her lips touch Sarah’s pussy. The insanity of this passed thru her mind for a moment. A wicked passion swept over her body. She knew what was coming as she allowed her mouth to open and cover the pink, moist cunt.

She felt Sarah’s body strain to bring her yellow liquid up and out of her body.

Amber felt the hot liquid fill her mouth. She savored the taste of the golden juice, swallowing quickly as her mouth filled again and again. The piss was now flowing down her throat with hardly enough time to swallow. She was choking but managed to gulp and keep it down.

“So much, So much,” she gurgled as her mouth was overrun by the piss that was now soaking her tight sweater.

The piss finally subsided. Amber thirstily licked Sarah’s cunt lips trying to clean her every crease.

It was then she felt Sarah’s body begin to quake. Sarah’s hands were now pulling Amber’s face forcibly into her pussy.

Sarah was cumming. Amber went wild lapping up thick spurts of cum into her piss soaked mouth.

They were there for several minutes as Amber cleaned Sarah’s pussy, legs and shoes with her tongue and mouth.

She felt Sarah pulling her to her feet. Sarah’s tongue was cleansing Amber’s face, occasionally dipping her tongue between her lips.

She again whispered in Amber’s ear. ‘You have anything for me?”she hissed.

“Yes,” Amber lisped, the thick piss/cum juices still coating the inside of her mouth.

She felt Sarah’s body lowering itself in front of her while lifting her skirt. Now Sarah’s mouth was pressing against her panty covered pussy.

“UGHHHHHHHHHHHH,” she heard herself moan as the woman’s warm lips encircling her swollen cunt.

She began to strain. “UMMMMMMMMMM,” It came. The yellow urine was streaming out of her with such force Sarah’s mouth filled, refilled, and refilled again. The young business woman was hungrily swallowing all she could. It was too much. Amber heard the gurgling coming from between her legs.

The cheerleader was going to cum. Sarah, anticipating this, now began licking Amber’s pussy feverishly, even while the piss was splashing in her eyes and face and drenching her blouse. Sarah felt her nipples hardened as the warm piss run down on her tits filling the cups of her bra.

Amber’s body stiffened, then began trembling uncontrollably. “I’MMMMM CUMMMIINNNNGGGGGGG.”

Her panties were filling with her cum. Sarah continued sucking, the cum being filtered through Amber’s panties. She cleansed Amber’s thighs, then returning to suck the little slut’s panties of all the cum and piss she could wring out of them with her mouth.

Amber’s orgasm subsided. Sarah stood, her hair and face covered with cum and piss. Her pissed soaked bra shown clearly through the urine soaked blouse. She pulled Amber’s mouth to hers. The cheerleaders mouth opened willingly to accept the mixture oozing from Sarah’s lips. Amber’s body was still shuddering from the mini orgasms she welcomed so shamelessly.

And as suddenly as she appeared, the young business woman pulled away from Amber and disappeared into the dark. Amber called out to her but the woman was gone.

Amber lifted her short little skirt, her fingers sinking into her drenched, aching pussy, and vigorously brought herself to another wave of pleasure. She knew, and accepted, she would never be the same again.


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“Pissie! Telephone!” I heard Lonnie’s voice yelling for me and that was strange, because little Lonnie Ebertowski hardly ever spoke above a whisper. But she was right next to the dormitory’s telephone, doing some sort of homework there in what we called the living room, but I didn’t know exactly what it was. I was busy doing my own, and I wasn’t too sure exactly what that was about either. Sometimes that college stuff could be hard. “Thanks Lonnie.” I smiled at her and she blushed beneath her straight black hair, cut short so it just reached her shoulders. “Hello?” I answered the phone, wondering who could possibly be calling me. I thought maybe it was my dad, but it wasn’t. “Is this uh, Pissie?” A girl’s voice asked me. “Uh-huh.” I nodded, even though she couldn’t tell.  I was mostly nodding at Lonnie anyway, looking at her big brown eyes, because they were looking at me. She was wearing a pair little reading glasses that made her look smart. They were round and black and cute like she was. Lonnie only wore them when she was doing her homework, but I thought she ought to wear them all the time. “Hi! My name is Wendy and I’m with the Phi Kappa Sorority.” “Oh.” “Have you heard of us?” Wendy asked, but she didn’t wait for an answer. “Of course you have. Listen um, have you thought about joining a Greek House yet?” “No, not really…” “Good…I mean, good you haven’t picked a different one, because we’d really like to ask you if you wanted to stop by this Friday and…” “Friday?” I squinted and I could see Lonnie was doodling, or something. I leaned closer to see that she was drawing a heart, and actually she’d made a whole bunch of them, all different sizes, in the margins of her text book. “…What? Yeah, this Friday. See, rush week is coming and we have a little list of girls that we’d like to meet and…” “I guess I can come by, sure,” I shrugged. “…You can? Fantastic, wow…Okay, well we’re going to start about seven and…” “Can my friends come?” I asked her, thinking it would be pretty cool if I could bring Heather and Carla, and Suzy especially, I thought she’d like being in a sorority. “Your friends?” Wendy seemed to think that over. “Well, see this is kind of a special party, so uh…We’d just really like it if you could come all by yourself, you know, and…” “Uh, no that’s okay.” I said. “Thanks anyway.” “Wait, hold on a sec…CLICK” I hung up on the girl. “Bye Lonnie.” I gave her a smile and she looked up at me from her book without even a hint of expression.

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“Pissie! Telephone!” Lonnie was yelling again and I scratched my head. She was smiling at me this time, holding the phone and looking sort of apologetic. “Thanks, Lonnie.” I wiggled my eyebrows and she dropped her eyes a little.  She was so cute! It was like impossible not to do something every time I saw her. I thought that Lonnie was the cutest girl in the dorm, probably the whole college, even if she was the quietest one too. “Hello?” I answered. “Pissie?” It was another girl, a different girl. “Uh…Yep.” I replied and I was looking at Lonnie’s toes, since she was sitting in a big padded chair with her legs up, her knees pulled close to her chest and her heels on the edge of the chair. “Hey, this Janice, the President of the Phi Kappa Sorority and…” “Oh, I already talked to Wendy and I can’t make it on…” “I know, I know…Hold on…Wendy was just a little…confused.” “She was?” I narrowed my eyes. “Yeah, it happens sometimes, you know. She’s blonde.” Janice giggled. “I’m blonde too.” I told her and Lonnie smiled at me again, just a little one and her pretty little toes wiggled while I counted them slowly in my head. She had ten of them, every time. “Oh.” Janice stopped giggling. “Anyway, uh, you were asking about your friends, right?” “Yeah, I want to come, but I’d like to bring my friends, you know. Cause they’re my friends.” “Oh sure, friendship is important. It’s one of the qualities we look for in a Phi Kappa girl.” “It is?” “Absolutely and we’d…uh, we’d love to meet you and your friends, Pissie.” “Oh.” I smiled. “Great.” “Yeah, so Friday night, right? About seven o’clock, do you know where we are?” “Ummm…By the library, right?”  “Yeah, just behind it, look for the big Phi Kappa letters on the lawn.” “Okay, sure.” I agreed with a nod.  I smiled back at Lonnie as she shifted a little, spreading her short legs, cause she was only like five feet tall and so small, and I could see the insides of her thighs all white and soft. All the way up to her cut-off shorts, which were loose enough so that I could even see a bit of her little white panties inside. “Great! I can’t wait to meet you…You know we’ve heard so much about you, Pissie!” “You have?” I pursed my lips. “Like what?” “Oh, you know. Girl talk!” Janice laughed. “See you Friday!” “Sure, okay. Bye.” I said, hanging up the phone and wondering what girl talk meant exactly, but I hoped it was good. Maybe that was what Patty had been talking about, I thought. “See ya later, Lonnie.” I smiled at her. She just looked over her book at me, sucking the end of her yellow high-lighter and moving her knees back and forth slowly, in and out like pale butterfly wings.

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“Pissie! Telephone!” “Thanks Lonnie.” I stuck out my tongue a little and she looked at me, holding the phone and biting her bottom lip with a smile playing at the corners of her little mouth. “Hello?” “Is this Pissie?” It was some other girl I didn’t know. “Uh-huh…Who’s this?” “I’m Laura, the secretary for the Lambda Pi Sorority, how are you?” “Uh…I’m just peachy.” I shrugged and Lonnie giggled at me softly.  Lonnie had her legs tucked under small round butt now, sitting kind of sideways in that huge chair with her book over knees. She looked young and old at the same time, I thought. Like an 18 year old sixth grader, that’s how Lonnie seemed to me, and it made my tummy do little flip-flops. “Wonderful! Hey, I’m calling to find out if you’d given any thought to joining a sorority yet. Rush week is coming and…” “Sorta.” I told her. “The Phi Kappa girls called me and…” “Phi Kappa?” Laura sounded shocked. “Oh my God! Those girls are total sluts!” “They are?” I blinked at the phone and Lonnie’s doe eyes got big, even though she didn’t know why. “Total sluts?” “Yeah, like major cock sluts!”  “Major cock sluts?” I swallowed hard.  Lonnie blushed at that, looking back down quickly, and she had a black pen in her fingers. She was using it on my jeans as I stood close by her chair, but I didn’t mind since they were old and faded and ripped at the knees anyway. Lonnie was drawing little hearts on me now and I could feel the pen like a soft scratching on my thigh. “They’re no good for a girl like you, Pissie!” Laura decided. “They’re not?”  “Oh no, not unless you’re into getting boned by half the frats in town.” “Uhhhh…” I didn’t know what to say to that. There was a big boy’s college nearby, but I didn’t know much about frats or whatever. “You’re not, are you?” “What?” “Into…You know…Getting boned?” “I don’t think so.” I said, thinking I was pretty much a lesbian and very happy to stay that way. “Good…Whew…You had me worried for a minute there, Pissie.” She laughed. “Me too.” I swallowed nervously. “We’re a real sorority, Pissie. The Lambda Pi girls are a group of like minded young women who like to like other like minded young women…You know what I mean?” “Uh…” I scratched my head. I was mostly looking at Lonnie’s fingers because they were delicate and not very big at all, and she was writing her name a whole bunch of times now, all over my right thigh, on my jeans I mean, and in between the hearts.  “And that’s why we like you, Pissie.”  “Oh, well…Sure.” I shrugged. “I like that too.” “Great! We’re having a little get-together for our special pledges and, well, you’re not a pledge yet of course, but if you could come by and meet us…” “Can my friends come too?” “Friends?” Laura seemed to think about it. “Well, see the thing is we’re really selective about the kind of girl we’re looking for and we’d just want to meet you first, and then…” “Uhhh…” I sighed. “Thanks, but I can’t make it.” “Hold on, Pissie, maybe we can…CLICK” I hung up the phone and leaned close to Lonnie. “If it rings again, I’m gonna kiss you.” I whispered and she just stared at me over her glasses and smiled.

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“Pissie! Telephone!” “Thanks Lonnie” I grinned at the girl and she was licking her lips and her little pink tongue looked like a sweet piece of taffy. “Hello.” I sighed. Lonnie had dropped her book in her lap, and she was stretching her arms high with a soft moan, putting her fingers together, you know. When she did that her thin white t-shirt was stretched nice and tight over her smallish breasts, and most especially her hard dark nipples, I could tell because I don’t think Lonnie ever wore a bra. She had the smallest boobs of any girl at the university, I thought, and I found that really interesting. “Hi, Pissie? This is Veronica and…” “Hold on a second, okay?” I leaned over Lonnie as she sat there, looking up at me and I put my face close enough to hers so that my blonde hair fell into her eyes. I kissed her then, just like I’d promised and Lonnie just sat there, letting me do it. She didn’t really respond, I mean she wasn’t acting eager or anything, but she was more than willing. Her mouth opened for my tongue, and I Frenched her for a half a minute before I figured that was enough for a first kiss in the middle of the dorm commons. A couple other girls were sorta watching. “Told ya so.” I whispered and Lonnie swallowed hard, lowering her eyes sweetly and licking her lips. “Sorry, I had to kiss a girl.” I said into the phone. “Uh…Excuse me?” “The girl who answered the phone, I owed her a kiss.” I shrugged and mostly I was saying it because Lonnie was so cute when she blushed. “I see…Well, now that’s exactly the sort of girl we’re looking for!” “Uh, who are you again?” I asked, but it was hard to care about that anyway because Lonnie was writing on her text book, on all the pages when it was closed, and opposite the spine, if you know what I mean. “Veronica. I’m the President of the Lambda Pi Sorority, and I think Laura called you a little bit ago?” “Yeah, I can’t make it so…” “Hold on…ohhhh wait a second, Pissie…Laura was just a little mixed up.” “She was?” I asked, tilting my head a little to see that Lonnie was writing my name on her book, in cute curling letters and big ones too, since that book was a couple inches thick easy. “Oh yeah, definitely mixed up, uh…We want to meet you and all of your friends.” Veronica told me, speaking quickly just in case I was going to hang up on her. “I see, well…Okay.” I giggled, but just because Lonnie was writing her name too, after mine, and she’d put a big plus sign between them. “So Friday night we’re having a little party, sort of a get together with a few girls that we think are special…Like you.” “Uh-huh.” I nodded. “What time?” “Oh, around eight o’clock, is that good for you? We’re pretty relaxed so…” “Sure.” I nodded. “That’s fine. You’re by the Auditorium, right?” “Yeah, just across the street, you can’t miss us.” Veronica sounded happy. “So we’ll see you then right? You and your friends.” “Sure.” I nodded. “Bye.” “If it rings again…” I hung up the phone slowly and caught Lonnie’s eyes with mine. “…I’m going to fuck you.” The eighteen year old freshman swallowed hard and blinked rapidly at me, and then looked around quickly like someone might have heard me and a couple girls did, I was sure; Carol was there, and Olivia too. “Bye Lonnie.” I waved my fingers at her and she licked her lips.

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“Pissie! Telephone!” I smiled to myself as I walked towards Lonnie and the telephone she was holding out in her left hand. She was closing her books; stuffing them in her little Powder Puff Girls backpack along with her pens and highlighters with her other hand. “Hello.” I answered the phone. “Hello?” I stared at the phone for a second before I realized I could hear a dial tone and I looked at Lonnie and she was smiling, but it wasn’t a shy one this time, for the first time, and I didn’t think anyone had ever seen her smile like that before. It made me quiver all over inside. “Let’s go to my room.” She said.

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“I just want to watch you first.” Lonnie told me, closing the door of her room behind her and leaning against it. “Sure.” I grinned. “Uhhh…” “Take off your clothes.” Lonnie’s voice was quiet, just barely a whisper, but she seemed changed somehow too. I mean she was still barely five feet tall and all of ninety five pounds, maybe, if she had a lot of stuff in her pockets. Unbelievably cute, at least to me, I think I’d been in love with Lonnie since she’d moved in two days after I had. She didn’t have breasts so much as just big brown nipples, plain as day under her tight t-shirt. Narrow hips, almost boyish and those pink shorts, they were killing me. Her legs were creamy and smooth and her tiny small feet and little pink toes…God! The girls I used to dream about, like in my head when I was growing up and wishing in bed at night, none of them looked like Lonnie. Not even close. None of them were as sexy as she was either and I guess maybe life is like that. The best things really are what you have and not what you think you want, so I was probably lucky that I suddenly wanted what I had. But that’s pretty deep for a wanna-be blonde lesbian piss slut like me. Changed, that’s what I was talking about. Lonnie seemed different, as soon as the door was closed, or maybe even before that, when she’d said we were going to her room. She wasn’t the shy girl anymore and I thought I’d be the one suggesting things and wanting to do things, you know, talking her into it. But now it was different and I liked that, and best of all, Lonnie knew it. “Let me see you, Pissy.” Lonnie repeated and I almost blushed, because the only other girl who had ever looked at me the way she was right then, had been me practicing in the mirror back in Seattle. “Okay.” I smiled and I undressed for the girl slowly, just standing in the middle of her room. It was afternoon and the sunlight was streaming through the big window and Lonnie’s dorm room looked just like mine, or anyone else’s. Simple furniture, a few personal things, but not too much. We’d only been there a few weeks, almost a month, and so we were only slowly making the place our own.  I took off my top and I wasn’t wearing a bra either, like why would I? I was at home. My nipples were already hard and puffy, and colored pretty pink like Lonnie’s toes. She was looking at them too, over the rim of her glasses still perched on her nose. I tossed my clothing aside and unbuttoned my old jeans, not feeling shy at all, or embarrassed, but only excited now because I’d been waiting for this a long time. I stepped awkwardly this way and that, getting those pants off with a giggle and dropping them half inside-out. I peeled my panties off last, tight little bikini panties, which were the kind I liked most, just plain and white and practical. I pushed them down and kicked them off, letting Lonnie see every part of me that she wanted to. My clit was hard and pink, my pussy lips already ruddy and plump with excitement. I even had goosebumps, which was way cool. “Do you like me?” I asked Lonnie, sucking my bottom lip. I had my hands behind my back and I was twisting a little on my hips. “Yeah.” She breathed and I could barely hear her. “Do you um…Need to pee?” I asked, cause maybe she did.  Maybe that was really the only reason she wanted me to come to her room. Lonnie hadn’t undressed at all, so I was a little unsure of what we were doing, but it was fun anyway. It was a different sort of game, this getting naked and being watched. I liked the way it was making my heart stutter a little. “Maybe.” Lonnie smiled, just a little. “Is that all you want?” “Uh…” I blinked at that because I wasn’t sure what she meant. “Do you just want to be a piss slut, or do you want something else?”  She was undressing now, starting with her shorts and I watched her unbutton them slowly. Lonnie let them fall down her pretty legs and her panties had little strings on each hip. Lonnie just gave them a tug, smiling at me and letting the flimsy white material fall loose between her thighs, the crotch clinging to her moist pussy momentarily and then finally letting go. Lonnie’s pussy was a beautiful nest of black hair, trimmed neatly and thin, so that I could see her sex low beneath the soft swell of her mound. I licked my lips and tried to understand what she was asking me. What did I want, really? It should have been easy to answer, but I was having a hard time with it and I worried that maybe I was disappointing this girl somehow. “I just want to be happy.” I shrugged and that at least made her smile. “Would a girlfriend make you happy?” Lonnie asked, and she was walking towards me now, not that it was very far of course. Those dorm rooms were small. “Yeah.” I nodded. “I want one.” “Me too.” She sighed. “I want you to be my girlfriend, Pissy.” “Me?” I laughed, but it was a happy, surprised one. “I want you to be my piss slut too, would you like that?” Lonnie was close to me now, wearing just her t-shirt and I could have reached out and touched her if I’d dared. “I…Yeah.” I nodded. “I’ve never had a…” SLAP!! “..Ow!” I gasped and blinked and jumped all at the same time because Lonnie had just spanked my butt. It didn’t hurt at all, it just surprised me. Lonnie was full of surprises, which shouldn’t have surprised me, uh…Maybe. “Get on your hands and knees, Pissy.” Lonnie told me and her voice was soft and sweet to my ears, but something in it… “Okay.” I swallowed hard and I moved to do as Lonnie told me, watching curiously as she was opening her dresser. “Do you know what this is?” Lonnie was holding something that looked an awful lot like a big white cock, except it had long red straps hanging from it. “Uh…A dildo?” I giggled and Lonnie laughed and nodded. “A strap-on dildo.” She pushed up her glasses and looked at it closely. “I got it six months ago, mail order.” “Mail order?” I smiled. “Yeah, my folks would have killed me if they knew I had this under my bed.” Lonnie was putting it on now. “I just hid it away and late at night I’d look at it sometimes.” I was listening to her and watching as she put that fake cock on around her narrow waist. It looked huge, especially on her since Lonnie was so petite anyway. I had no idea if it was a big cock or a little one though, I mean compared to a real one. I’d never seen a real live hard one and I’d never wanted to, but seeing that cock on Lonnie was making my pussy quiver, and I rubbed my clit gently as I knelt there waiting for what I knew had to be coming. Lonnie was going to fuck me. “I never used it though, not even on me.” Lonnie shrugged and she was pulling it a little, playing with it to make sure it was nice and firm against her pelvis. “Why not?” “I was saving it for my girlfriend.” Lonnie smiled at me. “I never had one, but I knew I would someday.” “Am I your girlfriend?” I asked, just teasing myself really, cause I knew the answer. “Yeah, Pissy.” Lonnie was walking over and getting behind me. “You’re my girlfriend now, nobody else’s. Right?” “Yeah.” I swallowed hard, looking at her over my shoulder. “Just yours.” “We’re going to be in love.” Lonnie predicted, rubbing the firm, but somewhat flexible cockhead up and down my slit, and I dropped my hand away from my clit, bracing myself on all fours. “I think I already love you.” I told her seriously. “I know.” She giggled and that had to be a rare sound, high and sweet as it was. “I um…I never did this before.” I bit my lip nervously, feeling that cock splitting my labia, just barely and any second Lonnie would be pushing it inside me, I knew. “Me neither.” Lonnie stroked my back and I trembled right then, almost cumming at her touch.  “Ohhhh….Slow…” I moaned because Lonnie was pushing then, guiding her phallus with one hand and pressing down on the small of my back with the other. “It’s okay…Just relax…” Lonnie was trying to reassure me, but I’d never been fucked before. I’d never even been really fingered, except by myself. My hymen had long been broken, I knew that, but I was still pretty small down there, pretty tight, and that dildo seemed huge right then. My pussy just didn’t know what to do and I was holding my breath, and it was uncomfortable more than painful.  I just kept looking at Lonnie though, my head turned so I could watch her as she watched me, pushing her cock inside me a little, then pulling it back some. She did that over and over and pretty soon my pussy knew what to do. It started feeling better and I relaxed a bit and that helped even more, and then we were fucking.  Lonnie leaned over me driving that cock as far inside me as it would go, just so she could kiss me. It was awkward and fun and I just sort of collapsed beneath her with a squeal of pleasure. The girl was straddling my thighs then, as I lay on the rough carpet, and she was grinding me as much as fucking me. Lonnie didn’t move that dildo in and out so much as back and forth, or maybe side to side too. I was grinding back as much as I could and her sweet little tongue was wriggling in my mouth.She’d spank me too, which I didn’t mind at all. Lonnie would ram that big fake cock inside me so that my whole body rocked forward, and then she’d give my butt a slap with her hand, the left one, or the right, and that just made it better. I was her slut now, small, shy Lonnie’s slut and that was all I’d ever wanted to be. I was telling her that too, in between spankings and kisses and gasps. I was telling Lonnie that I loved her and she was smiling because she loved me too. Somewhere in the middle of all that, while Lonnie was fucking me good, she took off her t-shirt and that made it better. We were both hot and sweaty and my nipples were being rubbed raw on the carpet and then I felt hers on my back. They were hard, like little pebbles pulled from a fire, scratching across my sensitive skin as she moved. This was what Lonnie wanted, more than anything else, she’d been dreaming of using that dildo on her girlfriend, and now she was. I was glad it was me. I didn’t cum from that cock inside me, but I did cum from being with Lonnie. After she’d satisfied herself and withdrawn the dildo slowly from my well-worn pussy, she had me lick it clean and tell her how much I loved her cock. Lonnie was going to be fucking me with it a lot, she promised, every night. And then we kissed for a long time, still on the floor and lying side by side. We made out and touched each other everywhere. Lonnie made me cum with her fingers while I kissed and nibbled at her small hard nipples. I suckled them hard and even bit them, because Lonnie told me she liked it rough like that. I could pinch and pull them, twist and bite, even chew them until they were dark and red and puffy, and Lonnie loved it. She confessed how she was always a little self-conscious about her A cup boobs, but I was in love with them, in love with all of her, and I proved it. I was going to make sure Lonnie wouldn’t ever feel bad about herself while I was her girlfriend! I went down Lonnie’s body slowly, kissing and licking, and when I reached her small cunt I ate my new girlfriend as best I knew how. I licked around the girl’s pussy slowly, teasing her while Lonnie smiled and sighed and giggled breathlessly. It was a game now, hardly serious one moment, and desperately intense the next, like riding the best roller coaster ever, but one built just for our hearts.  It took us by surprise, I think, both of us, how deeply emotionally lovemaking could be. I’d imagined that sex was merely sex, and that would be pretty great anyway, but anything else was a faerie tale for romance novels. Lonnie was giving proof to that lie though, and I was very nearly in tears when we kissed and hugged and just looked into each other’s eyes and smiled. When I did cry, as I finally had to, Lonnie kissed my tears away and I tasted my happiness on her lips. It wasn’t piss, but somehow it was even better.

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“Come on…” Lonnie was tugging at my arm. “Hmmm…” I blinked and it was dark outside.  We’d moved from the floor to the bed and had a nice sixty-nine before taking a little nap in each other’s arms. I remembered all of that like it was a dream, but better than a dream because I wouldn’t forget it two minutes after I woke up. It was in me now, the experience a part of me, part of us, and I smiled at Lonnie and she tugged me again…Hard. “oOof!” “Come on, girlfriend.” Lonnie giggled and she didn’t seem very much like the quiet shy girl I remembered. “Where?” I asked, giggling and trying to wake up a little more as I moved. I felt sticky and a little… “Ow…I’m sore.” …I rubbed my pussy with a little frown. “Your room…” Lonnie grinned at me. “What? Why?” I was at least on my feet and Lonnie was grabbing me a towel. “Wrap this around you.” She had a bathrobe for herself, one of those thin cotton Japanese sort of house coats with kanji all over it. “Lonnie!” I giggled. “I need to pee!” She made a little face. “Oh.” I blinked at her and then I smiled. “Okay…So right here…” “Not in my room!” Lonnie giggled. “Your room is the bathroom, my room is the bedroom…Come on.” “Our bedroom?” I laughed at that and Lonnie was giggling, a sound I’d never get tired of in a million years. “You’re my girlfriend, right…” She shook her head impatiently. “…I really gotta go.” “Okay, okay…” I stuck my tongue out a little, but I was moving quickly too. I really wanted to drink her. I suppose we must have looked a little funny, having just rolled out of bed after a whole afternoon of sex and a quick nap afterwards. I was definitely sticky, and walking a little funny, sort of hoping that big dildo hadn’t busted anything. I felt a little rearranged, if you know what I mean, way down deep. Plus, all I had was a purple bath town wrapped around my boobs, so it barely covered my ass, and Lonnie looked seriously well fucked. I mean she looked sexy with her black hair mussed up and her skin pink, she had a real post-coital afterglow…Isn’t that a cool phrase? When I start my rock ‘n roll band…Never mind… So yeah, some people looked at us like we were from another planet. Pissie the lesbian slut coming out of Lonnie’s room? Most people didn’t even notice Lonnie, I was sure, but they were missing out. They noticed her now though and she ignored them. For being rather quiet and new to the whole out of the closet lesbian thing, Lonnie was pretty bold. I was actually sorta proud of her, if that makes sense, and I was glad she was my girlfriend. “Pissy…I was looking all over for…Oh…Hi Lonnie…” Carla was right by my door like she was waiting for me, but she wasn’t. It was just good timing. “Hi!” I giggled. Lonnie didn’t say anything, which was pretty normal for her actually and Carla really didn’t expect her to say much anyway. “Are you…I mean, is Lonnie going to, um…You know…” Carla giggled nervously, but she was always kind of shy talking about what we did around the dorm for some reason. “I’m Lonnie’s girlfriend now.” I said, as if that would explain anything and I was opening my door. “Do you want to watch?” Lonnie asked Carla, surprising her I think. It surprised me. “You’re going to pee?” Carla looked down at Lonnie, who was a whole lot smaller than she was. “She’s my piss slut now.” Lonnie said and she stared up at Carla like maybe Carla would have something to say about that. “Oh.” Carla narrowed her eyes a little. “Can we still uh, you know, use her?” “Well see.” Lonnie nodded. “But right now I really have to pee, so…” “Yeah, uh…Kay…” Carla didn’t know what to say and I was just giggling.  It was kinda cool for me; I mean the way they talked like I wasn’t even there. That might have bothered some girls I suppose, but I was a genuine piss slut, so why would it bother me? I seriously did hope Lonnie would let my friends use me though, I really liked it a lot, but it was up to her now. I wasn’t like Lonnie’s slave or anything, but being a girlfriend does carry with it certain responsibilities, don’t you think? “Here…” I was moving quickly because I didn’t want to keep Lonnie waiting, plus I was totally dying to know what her piss tasted like. I grabbed a couple towels and took hers off, and laid down on the floor on top of them, figuring that would be easiest and best maybe, but I didn’t know what Lonnie liked yet. She might have wanted to do it standing up or something. Lonnie wasn’t complaining though and Carla was right behind her, closing the door and leaning against it so she could watch. “Like this?” Lonnie was asking me softly, kneeling over my head and lowering her pussy to my mouth and I just nodded a little. Lonnie’s pussy was small, just like the rest of her. Proportional I guess, and I liked it a lot. I especially loved her tiny lips, I swear, Lonnie’s pussy really did look like a little girl’s, just because her labia were thin and barely there outside her slit. Her clit was just a little bump too, but I’d already found out how sensitive it was. Lonnie’s clit was extremely tender once she was going and after awhile Lonnie had made me stop licking it, simply because it had started to hurt her almost. But now her clit was hiding and I pushed my tongue against Lonnie’s little hole, easing the tip inside and splitting her easily, and just as I pressed my open mouth against Lonnie’s skin, she started letting loose with her bladder. Hot salty urine flooded my mouth and it wasn’t too bitter at all, just perfect I thought. Tasty and tangy without being overpowering the way Suzy’s could be after some Thai curry. Lonnie’s was delicious and I swallowed as fast as I could. Lonnie moaned softly, looking down at me with her big brown eyes wide open, holding her breath and sucking her tummy in a little, or trying to. I think that’s really almost impossible when you pee. And she had her fingers on her sex, on her soft Venus mound, like pulling it up a little so she could see better what I was doing. Her piss filled my tummy and whatever I couldn’t swallow ran down my flushed cheeks and chin and neck, into my hair and into the towels I was laying on.  It was a lot of pee and I was mouthing her cunt while Lonnie let it go. I had my tongue inside her, playing it across her urethral hole and the hot urine spraying out of it. I was tickling and sucking her, my hands around her thighs while I squeezed my own legs together. I wanted to touch myself, to make myself cum while I drank my new girlfriend’s piss, but I wanted to touch Lonnie even more. I was bathing in her piss and proving to the girl that I really was her piss slut. I’d do this whenever and wherever Lonnie wanted. “Ohhh…God…Lick it…Now…Yeah…” Lonnie was done pissing and I was cleaning her. This was the part my friends liked the most, and probably Lonnie would too. I didn’t mind. I loved sucking a pissy cunt. It was like being in heaven, tasting the remains of Lonnie’s pee mixing with her fresh sex juices as they began to flow. I was going to bring her off good. This was our first time doing it, and I wanted Lonnie to like it as much as I did. “Ooops…Hey!” Carla said suddenly.  I turned my head as much as I could, which wasn’t all that much, and saw that Carla had been rubbing her pussy while she watched. She had been wearing a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, but the pants were off now and Carla had her right hand inside her black panties. But she was a little off balance right then, since Heather had pushed my door open without any warning at all. “Oh! Sorry…Is Pissy…Oh…” Heather blinked at us, clearly not expecting to see Lonnie riding my face. “There’s a line.” Carla said, kind of sarcastically. “Uh, well…Alright…” Heather said and then she giggled as she stepped into my room, giving Carla’s hand-filled panties a little look. “Pissy is Lonnie’s girlfriend now.” Carla told Heather, as if that would make sense. “Lonnie’s a lesbian?” Heather’s eyes got kind of big and she looked at Lonnie, who was pointedly looking down at me. “I guess so.” Carla laughed. “Yeah, well…” Heather nodded. “You know what they sa-ay…Hey Watch it!” Heather was shoved suddenly as my door opened and of course it had to be Suzy. “Hey guys…Where’s Pissy? Oh my God…Lonnie?” Suzy laughed.  “You have to take a number.” Carla giggled.  “What?” Suzy narrowed her eyes. “You guys are waiting for the bathroom?” “Well, duh!” Heather laughed at her friend. “Oh, man! I gotta pee bad!” Suzy protested. “What do they say, anyway?” Carla asked Heather, who hadn’t gotten to finish her thought. “What? Oh…It’s the quiet one’s you have to watch.” Heather nodded sagely. “What?” Carla laughed. “You’re so weird.” “Can I go next?” Suzy asked. “Please?” “No way.” Carla shook her head. “I’ve been waiting fifteen minutes.” “I’ve been waiting five.” Heather shrugged. “Ohhh…” Suzy made a face and bounced a little on her heels with frustration. I was little too busy to pay anymore attention to them though, since Lonnie was cumming nicely and that was all I really cared about for the moment. She was rocking her hips and rolling her cute little ass in tight circles, and just flooding my mouth suddenly with her orgasm. She had her fingers in my pissy damp hair, holding me against her, like I was gonna go anywhere? Heh! And Lonnie was gasping with sweet high pitched squeaks. They seriously turned me on. “Ohhh…Whew…Uh…Next…” Lonnie actually giggled and her body was flushed pink and she was about as un-shy looking as a girl could be. This was like the new Lonnie and it was surprising my friends. “Was it good, Lonnie?” Carla grinned and she was peeling off her panties quick. “Yeah.” Lonnie sighed and she was moving to sit on my bed so she could watch our three dorm mates use me like the piss slut I was. “Carla…Please?” Suzy had to go so bad it was almost funny and I giggled at her as I licked my lips. “Oh, good grief…Fine…” Carla sighed. “…But you better be quick, Suzy, we all have to use the toilet.” “Thanks, oh God you saved my life!” Suzy sighed happily. She was wearing sort of a long skirt, like an Indian wrap thing from India, all tie-dyed and pretty, and Suzy was out of it quick, peeling her yellow thong down and it was a little spotted with pee maybe, but there wasn’t a lot of thong there to spot anyway. “Hmmm…This is a good time to talk about using my piss slut, maybe.” Lonnie said, having caught her breath finally, and that almost stopped Suzy in her tracks, but not quite. “What?” Heather stared at Lonnie, as did Carla and Suzy, but Suzy was getting on my mouth too. “She’s my girlfriend.” Lonnie said in her soft, quiet voice. “So she’s my piss slut.” “Well…That’s not fair.” Heather frowned. “Yeahhhhhh….” Suzy sighed as she let go of her bladder. She didn’t care where she pissed, as usual, Suzy just liked to make a mess, especially now that she had an audience. That was seriously turning Suzy on. I was moving my mouth, my whole head really, trying to keep my lips around Suzy’s pussy, but she was moving around a lot, giggling and teasing me, talking like always too, and it was hard to keep up. I was getting seriously soaked and I started thinking we should have moved this to the real bathroom. I’d have to do some serious cleaning later. “Get your tongue in my hole, Slut!” Suzy laughed. “Fuck my piss…Wear it…God, you’re a slut!” “Pissie should make up her own mind.” Heather was saying, being the self-appointed spokeswoman for the three girls. “I’m not forcing her to do anything.” Lonnie shook her head. “I’m her girlfriend though and we sort of get jealous about things like this…” Lonnie looked over at me sucking Suzy’s cunt and I caught her smile out of the corner of my eye. “Uh, well…Okay…” Even Heather had to agree that Lonnie had a right to get a little jealous about her girlfriend eating pussy and drinking pee not her own. “Lick my pee hole now…Suck on it, Pissy…Clean it good, potty mouth!” Suzy was having a lot of fun with me. “So, I just think that if you want to keep using Pissie then it would be better if I got something out of it too.” Lonnie said in a reasonable voice as she rubbed her clit gently. “What? You mean like…Pay for it?” Carla asked her. “No, just do my chores for me, how about that?” Lonnie offered. “Chores, huh?” Heather seemed to consider it. “Oh, fuck me…Make me…Ugh!…Cum…Goooooood…!!” Suzy was giving me a little flood of juices now, grinding herself against my pissy face. “There’s three of you and just one of me, so…” Lonnie was smiling, I could hear it. “…It’s just one extra chore every three days, maybe less if other girls want to use Pissie too.” All the girls in the dorm were assigned something to do everyday, sort of a rotational thing, like vacuuming the living room, or taking out the trash, helping Patty cook, or clean up the kitchen after a meal. It was all easy and not very time consuming anyway. Having to do two things every third day, well, how bad could that be? They’d get to use me as often as they wanted, within reason I supposed. Lonnie would have to set some time aside just for us, I hoped. “What about Pissie’s chores?” Heather asked. “Oh, I don’t want her to get spoiled.” Lonnie giggled. “Besides, Patty will probably just assign Pissie to keep her bathroom clean.” “Yeah, that could be a fulltime job by itself.” Carla laughed. It sounded like a good plan to me. My goal was to drink piss from every single girl in my dorm before the end of the school year, some of them were bound to like it and come back for more, and it would be kind of nice not having any chores at all. Except keeping my bedroom…I mean my bathroom clean. It was real incentive, even though I didn’t really need it. Lonnie was going to be a super cool girlfriend, I could tell already. But right then I was getting ready for Carla, who was going to pee nice and slow so I wouldn’t miss a drop. Not that it mattered after the bath Suzy had given me! “I guess we can do that.” Heather agreed finally. “Right?”  She looked at her two friends and Suzy was just trying to breath after I’d drank what seemed like a quart of her cum and piss all mixed together. My little tummy was full and I still had two girls left! But she nodded, Suzy did, and even managed a breathless giggle, reaching down to give her hard clit a little tweak. “Yeah, fuck yeah…” Carla was agreeing too, as I drank her slow stream of hot urine. She had really excellent bladder control, as always, but Heather was going to be waiting awhile before she could use my mouth. Carla always took her sweet time. I guessed those girls were just going to have to get used to it though. I had a real girlfriend now!

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Ever notice how hard it is to keep a secret? Pretty hard, especially if four people know it, and not just four regular people, but like four college girls. That’s like impossible. But I didn’t know that when I got a little drunk and told three friends of mine, girls who lived in my college dorm that I like playing with pee, and you know, drinking it too.

Anyway, I already told you all about that.

I was just 19 years old, five and a half feet tall, and very pretty. I mean everybody said so and I wasn’t going to argue about it. I liked being pretty as much as the next girl does. I had blonde hair just over and past my shoulders, it used to be brown, but I liked to keep it colored and people said blonde suited me perfectly anyway. I just thought it went pretty good with my green eyes.

I was the right shape too. Like thin, but huggable with a little baby fat maybe, but in all the right places at least. Like my hips and my butt especially. I bet I had my butt pinched ten times a day! I mean some days, you know. I guess it just looked ready for grabbing, judging from all the guys, and girls, who would cop a feel in the middle of a crowd. My ass got mauled sometimes, as if people just couldn’t leave it alone or anything, but I kinda didn’t mind it anyway cause college is like that. And nice firm boobs, nice firm grabbable ones like my butt, and they weren’t big or small, but just right for me. They had really pretty nipples too, puffy pink ones that were nice and fat and kind of long.

So that was me and for awhile my life was kinda like this…

“Hey Pissie.” Carla sat down next to me in the library.She had wavy black hair, soft brown eyes and a beautiful face when she smiled. I’d do anything for Carla when she smiled. Big boobs, like really big and firm, solid and in your face. She loved showing off her tits. She had a couple boyfriends, but she was pretty strict with them, Carla wasn’t a slut or anything, just a tease.

“Hi!” I smiled at her, just whispering cause we were in the campus library, like I said.

“I gotta go.” She leaned over the table. “Come on.”

“What, now?” This was like three days after our little pee party thing, so I was still getting used to it.

“Yeah.” She nodded quickly. “Really bad.” Carla was getting up already so I kind of sighed, sticking my pen in my book to mark my spot and followed her quickly to the women’s bathroom. It didn’t really bother me though, I was just thinking maybe I oughta just do my homework in the bathroom, since I was kinda in there a lot.

“In here…” Carla pushed me into a stall and she was right behind me. Thank goodness there wasn’t anybody else in there. Not that it would have mattered a whole bunch to Carla, or me either, really.

I started pulling off my t-shirt but Carla stopped me.

“No time.” She made a giggling face. “I gotta pee, get down.”

So I just got down on the cold tiles in that bathroom stall, with my back to the toilet bowl, and tilted my head back over the water. I held my hair in my left hand and Carla got on my face quick, straddling me and the toilet sort of reverse from how you’d sit by yourself, and I put my mouth on her shaved pussy and she let her pee go.

The good thing about Carla was that she had excellent bladder control. I mean even when she really had to pee badly, she could control it so that it came out in a nice slow stream. I was swallowing her sweet hot piss, well actually her pee is a little bitter, but still sweet to me…I was swallowing it easily and hardly spilling any. Just a bit was running from the corners of my mouth, down my cheek and to the back of my neck, but it wasn’t a lot at all.

The bad thing about that is that it takes a long time, I mean Carla has like a huge bladder anyway, so when she’s full, she’s really full! So yeah, being there on the floor of the library bathroom for ten minutes was bad, especially since 3 girls came and went during that time. One girl must have turned around as soon as she noticed my butt on the floor and my legs spread wide. I always wore skirts, just cause I like skirts, but also cause it made it easy to rub my little pussy.

Another girl sat down in the stall right beside us and peed and then was quiet for a little while, and then she peed some more and then left finally. I didn’t know what she was dong. She could have been peeking over the top at us though, for all I knew. I had my mouth hard against Carla’s pussy by that time and she was just about done anyway, so I was cleaning her pussy up with my tongue.

The last girl definitely peeked and she went into the stall next to us too, but she was seriously peeking, I could even see her pretty blue eyes, opened really wide when Carla moved out of the way for a second. Carla was rocking her hips and pulling my face against her pussy as she started creaming into my hungry mouth and that other girl knew it. And if that wasn’t obvious enough, Carla likes to talk too.

“Suck my pussy slut…tongue fuck it…piss whore…drink my cum…oh fuck you pissy bitch!”

She’d say stuff like that, loud if she could, but in the library bathroom Carla was just whispering. I knew Carla didn’t mean anything by it, but we both liked it anyway, so maybe she did. Still, that girl watching us could hear everything and it was almost a little embarrassing, which is about as embarrassed as I get. Plus I really didn’t care right then cause I was rubbing my own pussy hard, just through my little blue panties and that was enough. I was seriously staining them with my orgasm.

“Your getting really good.” Carla smiled at me later, washing her hands in the sink while I washed the back of my neck and face with wet paper towels. The girl who’d been watching us had disappeared before we’d come out of the stall.

“Yeah?” I smiled at her reflection.

“Uh-huh.” Carla giggled. “You’re a serious pussy licker now, Pissie. See ya later.”

“Kay. Bye.” I watched Carla go.

And then in the afternoon, sitting in my freshman psych class, Heather tossed me a little note. Well, didn’t toss it. We were in a little lecture hall, with like 40 students and she was a couple rows up and a bunch of chairs over, so she had our classmates pass the note from one to another to me.

“I have to go to the bathroom.”

That was all it said and so I got up, leaving my books cause it was the middle of class and we had thirty more minutes of the professor’s boring lecture. Heather was getting up too, but she was right on the aisle so she was already out the door while I was still excusing myself.

She was cute, way cute and at first she hadn’t been into me drinking her pee at all, but now she was. Or maybe she was just into the cleaning part of it, more than anything else. Heather was smaller than me, with handful breasts and narrow boyish hips and a nice pert little ass. Kind of curly brown hair too, like kinky but long and mostly tied back in a ponytail. Heather had sweet green eyes like mine, except mine were more like bluish green. Heather’s eyes were like emeralds and I liked them a lot.

We went in the nearest bathroom, which was empty and clean. Thank goodness all those bathrooms were clean. That college had really good janitors and…Never mind. I went into a stall without a word and Heather grinned at me. I assumed my natural position, head back over the toilet and Heather put her softly furred pussy right on my mouth. She barely had to pee at all though and grinned without apology as just a bare mouthful of her tangy urine came out.

“Clean me.” Heather giggled and that was what she really wanted. So I licked her pussy nice, but quickly too, because anyone who opened the bathroom door would see me sitting there on the floor, and with Heather’s feet under my shoulders, facing the other direction it was gonna be obvious something was going on. So I ate her out the best I could, and I was getting a lot better at it like Carla said.

I loved sucking Heather’s clit too. Carla had the biggest one of all, that was like sucking my thumb, sorta, which I still did at night. But Heather’s was nice too and the best thing was that when she came, Heather would squirt. Like female ejaculation, you know? She’d spray her cum into my mouth and it was strong and sweet, most girls don’t have sweet cum, it’s more like bitter-sweet, or even sour sometimes, but Heather’s cum was like thin sweet honey. Her body chemistry must have been special that way. I wanted to eat her on toast.

Even so, it took about five minutes or so to bring her off and a girl was coming in, because that’s the kind of luck I have, right when Heather was moaning. She had a hand over her mouth, because even she knows she gets super loud, but you could still hear her. Sounds echo in bathrooms, you know? So this girl walked in and peed like 3 stalls down and the whole time I was sucking cum and swallowing because Heather was cumming so much. I was slurping kind of loud too, probably, because it was so darn yummy I wanted all of it in my tummy…So to speak. And Heather was moaning into her hand and making funny yelping sounds when I tongued her clit good. That other girl, whoever she was, she got an earful of hot lesbian sex that day, believe me.

At least I wasn’t really messy after that one. So it was okay, except I probably really smelled like sex, like Heather’s sex, and my pussy juices too, even though I hadn’t cum. Still, it’s hard washing the smell away in the girl’s bathroom, so people sorta looked at me funny when went back to class and sat down, looking around and just shrugging with a smile.

And then that night we went out to eat, I mean Suzy and me. She’s my third friend and she looks a lot like Carla really, with her black hair and brown eyes, the same height too, like a couple three inches taller than me maybe. But Suzy has boobs like mine, like nice hard B cups instead of Carla’s big C+ tits. I think Carla had D cups, but she swore she wore C cup bras, so she was like in between. None of that’s important though, unless you like boobs like I do. Then it’s pretty cool.

Anyway, Suzy and I liked to eat at this little Thai food place, cause we liked the spicy curry there. Carla and Heather weren’t into hot food though, so they always passed when Suzy and I said we were going. Suzy was sort of almost bisexual too, which was cool. I was a total lesbian, but all my other friends were straight, except they didn’t mind if I gave them head of course. But Suzy had gone down on me, just once, but she’d done it and made me cum good too.

Suzy hadn’t done it since that first time though, and she’d been pretty drunk, so I think it had been sort of an experimental thing for her, which was sorta disappointing. Suzy loved it when I went down her though, especially while she was pissing. Suzy wasn’t so much wanting me to drink her pee, as she wanted me to wear it.

She’d go out of her way to piss all over my face, my boobs, even my pussy sometimes. But Suzy’s favorite was when was tonguing her dark haired little hole and she’d just pee as hard and fast as she could, and then usually cum a few seconds after she stopped. I didn’t have a prayer of drinking all of it then, and I was always completely soaked by the time Suzy was done. But that was what Suzy liked, and you know what she liked even more than that? Doing it to me in public.

So I wasn’t surprised when after we’d eaten she told me she had to pee. Suzy had been holding it for awhile, like knocking her knees together under the table. So we went to the bathroom, or Suzy did while I paid the bill, I had a feeling I wasn’t going to be very welcome at the front register after Suzy was done, and I was right.

As soon as I got in the bathroom, which was a little one and we could lock ourselves in, Suzy was pushing me down. But at least I did get my shirt off this time.

“Open wide Pissie…I want to piss all over you now!” Suzy giggled and then she was doing it. Suzy wasn’t even squatting down either, but just standing there really. She had her pleated blue skirt tucked into the waist, her pink panties down around her knees, and Suzy spread her plump reddish pussy lips with her fingers so that the stream arced through the air like two feet, spattering all over my face. It was cool watching her piss like a boy and she was moving her hips, bending her knees, getting that hot golden shower all over my face and shoulders and tits.

“Ohhh fuck that’s hot…play with it, Pissie…” Suzy was whispering and I did what she wanted.I was rubbing her spicy pungent piss all over my boobs for her, pinching my puffy pink nipples and just taking a shower in Suzy’s piss until she was almost done. I was soaked! My skirt was soaked! I was sitting in a big puddle of urine, my hair dripping with it, and then I cleaned her up.

Suzy put her cunt on my mouth and I drank what she had left and then went to work on her with my tongue while she smiled and whispered how good I was at licking pussy now. She was giggling too, telling me in detail how everyone was going to see me come out of that bathroom covered with her piss. They were gonna see it and smell it, and that was really what was getting Suzy off the most. That and my talented tongue two inches deep in her clasping hot cunt.

I did walk out of there like that too. Just like Suzy said, cause it wasn’t like I had any choice really. But the place was Thai, so most people could only smell the kitchen, I hoped. And it wasn’t brightly lit and at least my t-shirt was dry, or had been until I put it on my wet body. They were out of paper towels in the bathroom, so it sorta sucked not being able to at least wipe my face except with some toilet paper, and that never works, and Suzy wouldn’t let me wash myself either.

It was a short walk back to campus, and to my dorm room after that, but we made it okay, Suzy smiling every step of the way too. She totally got off on people staring at me, wondering why I would be walking around campus totally soaked like that. But they didn’t know it was piss either, so that was good.

And that was pretty much how my life was for awhile. I drank a lot of pee. I did all three girls at least once a day, usually more than that, like three times each mostly. And I probably should have figured out that people were going to know what was going on. It’s hard to keep it a secret when you’re sucking clit in public bathrooms, and coming out dripping with hot fresh girl pee all over your face. Believe me, I know.

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Kandi and I set out early. It was our first trip out to the canyon by ourselves. We took her jeep up to the Canyon and parked it at it’s base. We grabbed our backpacks and set out on our hike. It was a seven-mile hike to the falls, and in this heat people rarely made far before the sun turned them around. Kandi and I being Arizona natives were used to such conditions and walked and talked until we felt the cool mist of the falls in the air. When we arrived, there was no one in sight.

We were hot and tired so we laid our packs and water bottles on a blanket and stripped off our clothes. Kandi is a 5′7,” light skinned, black girl. She had black shoulder length hair and pretty green eyes. I snuck glances at her beautiful body every chance I could. With her firm 36D breasts with pert dark nipples, caramel skin, and shaved pubes, who could help but admire her? I was no wet noodle myself. I am 5′3,” light skinned, with reddish brown hair cut short. I have 36C breasts (also very firm), with dark nipples, and shaved pubes.

Who admired whom more was always a source of debate between us. We shed our clothes quickly and headed for the water when Kandi stopped suddenly. “I have to pee so bad Lyndah.,” she said, “I know I should have gone before we left the base of the canyon and all the water we drank on the way up here didn’t help either. The sound of this running water is making it worse.” Instead of going behind a bush, away from sight as I expected, she stood facing me with parted legs and started to pee. I was stunned.

I had never in my life seen anything like that before, and I stood watching her, my eyes glued to the stream of piss gushing from her smooth, creamy, pussy splashing on to the dry desert floor. Something very strange happened to me in that instant. A tension formed in my lower abdomen, my breathing faltered my heartbeat fast and hard, and I felt a tingle in my pussy. I couldn’t explain it. As many times as I had seen Kandi naked, and been naked with her, I had never felt like this before. Her pee seemed to go on forever. Then it died down until it dripped from her pussy lips and then stopped.

Then she stood up with a sigh and grabbed her towel and sun block. “Relief at last, ” she smiled as if nothing had happened. As we walked to the falls, my mind was going over what had happened. I tried to analyze it and make sense of my reaction, while keeping a conversation going with Kandi. When we got to the riverbed, we took turns spreading sun block on each other to protect out skin from the angry sun.

My pussy was dripping wet and I didn’t want her to see it, so I kept my knees together and knelt beside her. I put sun block on her breasts and I felt her nipple harden beneath my fingers. Instantly I felt a flood of juice from my pussy, cover the backs of my legs. Kandi was acting pretty strange herself. She asked me to rub the sun block between her legs. I looked at her strange and she smiled. “Now who is going to want to fuck a gorgeous girl with sun-kissed brown skin if her pussy has a bad case of sunburn?”

I shrugged my shoulders and then laughed. “I guess you re right,” I smiled. I began to rub in the sum block and though I tried, I couldn’t avoid brushing my hand against her lips. When I did, my fingers slid with a fluid that was not sun block. Kandi was wetter than I was!

Suddenly the whole thing was a bit too much to handle. I couldn’t focus on what I was doing because I was horny as hell. I finished with Kandi and stood up quickly. It was my turn, but so I had to think fast. “I left my sun block over by our stuff, I can’t used that kind because…,” I began. “I’m allergic.”

As I turned to walk away, I caught a glimpse of Kandi’s face. I knew I sounded stupid, I just spent twenty minutes rubbing the stuff all over her with my bare hands. If I were allergic, wouldn’t it have affected me by now? The only thing I had on my mind was the itch between my legs and how bad I needed to scratch it. So I walked away swiftly to the blanket where my clothes lay. I found a spot out of sight behind a nearby bush and I sat on a big rock.

With my legs open I proceeded to massage my aching clit. It was swollen and pink and the instant I touched it I began to rapidly build up to a climax. Just as I was about to cum I heard Kandi’s voice saying, “Caught in the act!” And then an outburst of laughter. ” I came to see if your hands had broken out from rubbing that lotion on me, but I see now all that’s broken out on you is a sweat. Horny-assed girl,” she giggled.

Kandi sat down on the rock next to me as her laughter subsided. She put her hand over mind and guided it back to my clit. She smiled softly “why do that alone; I will be more fun if I join you.” She brushed my cheek with her hand and kissed it softly. ” Let’s make ourselves feel good together. You watch me and I’ll watch you. Then we will go and relax by the lake.” With that, she spread her legs and threw her head back. “Ohhhhhh yesssss, ” she hissed as she slid her finger in and out of her slit. I watched and rubbed my clit as she rubbed vigorously.

I was getting hotter and hotter watching the folds of her pussy move with her fingers. “Ohhhhh, Ohhhhh, Ohhhhhh, ” she cried, convulsing in what looked like the orgasm of her life. She collected herself and stood in front of me. When she did, I saw her swollen clit peaking form between her wet lips and I exploded like a clap of thunder. I felt dirty having cum in front of someone, but I was still horny as hell. Kandi took my hand and raised to her lips. At the same time she brought her juice soaked hand to mine.

She licked my fingers and I liked hers. She tasted wonderful. I longed to taste the source of her honey, but I dare not say it then. She pulled me to my feet and we went back to the riverbank in silence. I was still Kandi’s turn to put sun block on me, so I lay down on a towel and closed my eyes. I was no longer ashamed and I spread my legs wide so she could see every part of me. I lay there thinking about how much I wanted to pee in front of her.

I had to go before, and now that had cum so hard, I felt the urge to go even more. I was determined to hold back, for now anyway. Kandi’s application of the lotion was amazing. She teased my breasts with gentle touched before rubbing the lotion in harder. She left my pussy for last. When she finally arrived at my naked mound, I felt gentle touches over my lips and when she brushed my clit. I shivers, still very sensitive from my orgasm before, I trapped her hand hard against my slit. She smiles and I relaxed and parted my legs once more.

I felt a finger slide inside me. My mind was racing. “What the hell was I doing?,” I thought. Why was I letting another woman play with me? I’m not a lesbian, but I just couldn’t bring myself to make her stop. After a minute or two of finger fucking, kandi’s head slowly sank down to my pussy and her finger came out only to be replaced by her warm, wet tongue. I gasped at the sensation, and arched my back. I had had my pussy eaten by a man before, but it was nothing like this. “Ohhhh, Ohhh, Kandi, I can’t wait to taste you, baby. Ohhhhhhhh, fuck me with your tongue.” I heard myself moan. I couldn’t believe what I was saying. I didn’t know the first thing about eating pussy, but I knew I wanted to make her feel as good as she was making me feel.

Kandi stopped for a moment and stood. “You want to taste this pussy, huh?” She asked, slipping her finger into her slit. “Yesss, I cried, yes, baby please.” I begged. Kandi straddled my face and slowly sunk her pussy in to my mouth. The aroma of her wet pussy was like the sweetest perfume I’d ever smelled. The scent filled my nose and guided my tongue deep into her. I was greeted with a flood of hot, sticky, juice, and as I ran over my face I thought about how wonderful it was. We proceeded to lick each other’s cunts and it became a race to see who could make whom cum first. I was the looser, but not a sore one. My climax rushed on like a flash flood. I bucked so wildly; I lost my rhythm with my tongue in kandi’s pussy and nearly bucked her off.

Kandi proceeded to finger herself while I recovered. Still straddling my face her orgasm hit and I watched her thick, creamy, juice spill out of her pussy. Kandi rolled of off me and in silence we collected ourselves. Then we decided to take a quick dip in the river to cool off, and then have lunch. We went back to out stuff and sat on the rock behind the bush where we shared our first cum. We talked about what had happen, and why. I told Kandi what when I saw her peeing earlier that really turned me on.

She joked about how I lied to get away so I could play with myself and she caught me. Kandi admitted that she was horny when she woke up that morning and that in private she watched a porno that her older brother was hiding under his bed, where someone peed and she’d been doing et ever since. She said no one had ever seen her do that before, but when watched her, it made her extremely horny.

“I need to pee right now,” I confessed, ” I’ve been holding ever since we got here. I want to watch, Kandi smiled, in fact… she paused. Kandi lay down on an extra towel. ” I want you to straddle me when you pee.,” she said. I looked at her in amazement. “Huh,” I asked to make sure I heard her right. “I want you to pee on me,” she explained, ” squat over my tummy and pee.” I couldn’t believe my ears; much less my body, but I got up and squatted over her. My bladder was full, but I guess my nerves just wouldn’t let it come out. I squeezed hard, but noting came out but drops. “What’s wrong?,” Kandi asked impatiently. “I can’t go.”I answered. “Just relax, baby,” she coached, “now apply a little pressure and.”

She was silenced by my pee tickling out of me on to her stomach. Soon it was flowing, and I pushed a little harder to make it gush. I missed her breast and splashed it right in her mouth. I moved sown her body, splashing pee on her breast. “Oh, Lyndah, Yesss, baby!” She cried, “Your hot pee feels so good on me. Hurry pee, right on my clit baby… make me cum honey!” She opened her legs and I moved down to her pussy. I pressed hard and shot a wicked stream of pee rich on her clit. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ” she cried cumming instantly and finished my pee soon after. Kandi sprang to her feet and pushed me down.

“Your turn, baby.” She smiled. I lay down and she squatted above my face… No sooner than she got into position, that her pee started gushing in to my mouth. “”Drink it baby, it’s wonderful!,” she cried. I really and no choice, it was drink or drowned at this point. I didn’t really taste that bad. A little salty, but other than that it was fine. Kandi finished her pee on my slit and let me lick her slit clean afterwards. We spent the rest of the day touching each other and ourselves.

We had one last dip in the water to wash up and then it was time to leave. We gathered our things and started to get dressed. We drove to her house and got out checking the seats to see if they were wet with our excitement of what was to come. They were. And we giggled and hurried into the house.

That was only the beginning. Lyndah and Kandi’s wet and wild adventures.

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She was outside washing her car as I pulled into the driveway. Julie looked great no matter what she wore, and today her strong thighs were encased in shiny light blue spandex, a loose T-shirt covering her full breasts. As I turned the car off, she leaned in the open window. “Hi babe” she smiled, and kissed me – as she did, I saw her nostrils flare at the faint scent of pee and pussy that surrounded me. “Ohhhhhh” Julie said, “what have you been up to my little piss slut?” I slid out of the seat grinning and she followed me just inside the garage door, dragging the hose, dripping water, right along with her. She pushed me up against the workbench and leaned close. “Tell me babe, were you naughty today?” she murmured in my ear. Her hands rubbed the front of my thighs as she pushed her hips against mine. Her hands wandered up my thighs, finding no panties and my pussy wet and open. Her thigh slid between mine and she pushed my skirt up and pressed against my mons as she continued to explore and talk to me “Tell me baby, what did you do that got you so hot, were you playing our piss games?” I rubbed my slit against her spandex-clad thigh as I smiled and melted into her mouth. “Tell me sweet thing, hurry now before I fuck you right here” Julie said. With her thigh against me, her mouth so close to mine, I sighed “Oh Julie, I was so bad today, so naughty. I wanted to play, so when I got up this morning I decided to see how far I could tease myself.” Her mouth continued to wander over my face and neck and she moved her hand to my slit, finding my clit hard and poking out of my lips. She slid one finger lazily up my slit, just lingering a second on my clit, and urged to me continue. I had one hand on my taut nipple and the other on her ass to push her thigh tighter into me as I told her my story: “I woke up just after you went to work honey, and I had just finished such a sexy dream. I made a pot of coffee and did some work at the computer, but couldn’t concentrate because I was so hot. I went in our room and sat on the side of the bed and jerked off but it wasn’t enough. I decided to tease myself for a while. I felt my bladder filling from all the coffee, so I quickly showered and dressed I put on some white cotton panties, and my denim jumper over a white tee shirt, and slid my feet into sandals as I grabbed my car keys and headed for the park. I was so full already, I didn’t know how long I could hold out, but I was also very aroused and enjoying that pressure. The ride to the park was longer than usual, and when I saw the construction zone, I knew I was in trouble.” Julie pressed harder into me as I reached under her thigh and found her slit all tight and bulging and covered in spandex, and slid my fingers around that curve just a bit. “ The traffic was backed up for about a half mile, and I could see the entrance to the park just off the highway, just out of reach. I put my hand between my legs to keep from spurting into my panties before I could get to the park, and found myself squirming against my hand as the pressure of my bladder made me more desperate. I pressed against my clit to distract myself, and it got so hard so fast, I couldn’t help but pull and rub it a bit, even pinching it when the spasms got intense. By the time I reached the park entrance and moved my foot to push in the clutch, I was ready to explode, and at that minute I felt a spurt cross my clit and into my panties. The hot pee almost made me come right there and I was dripping pussy juice and pee as I turned into a parking spot. Getting out of the car was a mistake, as I stood up I knew I could not walk without pissing my panties even more, so I spread my legs and squatted just for a second, hoping no one would see. Even as I squatted, a big hot gush came straight out of my pee hole, and I felt it make big bulge in my panties for a second before I saw it spatter forward onto the ground. I squeezed as hard as I could, so hard I almost got dizzy, and managed to stop. As I walked towards the deserted play area, I knew that I had to hurry or I would just gush right there and waste it all.”

Julie’s fingers were now in my pussy and I was sinking onto her hand as I talked. Her hips pushed forward into me as her first and middle finger found my gspot – her secret weapon – all she has to do is rub that spot for a few minutes and she knows I will squirt into her hand and all over my legs. Her thumb was pressed on my clit, making it bulge under the pressure of her insistent hand. I moved my hand from her slit and slid into the front of her spandex leggings, finding no panties and her wet pussy, with the lips all swollen and parted already. I slid my first finger against her clit and my middle one against her pee hole and just fluttered them a little, making her moan. Her voice got huskier and huskier as she whispered “Go on baby, finish your story for me, hurry”. I responded with a moan of my own and continued: “I walked to the play area and sat on one end of the teeter-totter, so that my pussy was pressed against the warm board and my knees were up high. I rolled my hips forward to increase the pressure on my clit and held myself right there for a few minutes. The clit pressure was almost as intense as the pressure of my bladder, and I let a little more go. I was so full, just aching to let it all out, but I let just enough until I heard the hiss and then stopped again. Getting up, I saw the wet imprint of my pussy on the seat, and the stream of pee that had run down into the sand, making little balls of wet sand. I walked over to where there were some trees, and pulled my soaked panties off and wiped
myself with them, tossing them into the bushes.”

Julie was moving against my hand now, and I felt her squirt a little pee as my finger continued to work her pee hole, moaning as she did it. Her pee hole is very sensitive and she loves to have it played with. I like to hold her open with one hand and tease it with my fingernail till she lets a long hot squirt go. She has great muscles and an intense stream. Sometimes I have her stand in front of me and do that herself – hold her pussy open and let squirts go – very slowly of course, until she loses control and pisses all over the floor. “Hurry baby”, she urged, as I slid onto her cunt, “hurry”. Another spurt hit my fingers and I rubbed the hot pee around her clit. She squeezed my fingers very hard to hold back her pee. I loved to see her piss in those spandex leggings, see the light blue material turn dark and cling even more to her pussy lips. I was close to coming myself now, and her finger on my swollen g-spot was pressing hard and I knew that the gush of come would not wait much longer. We both slid to a squat, hand still inside the others cunts. Her spandex was soaked at the crotch, and my pussy was so open and so hot I could feel my juices dripping onto the cement floor. I reached deeper into Julie, going for her g-spot (I have that secret weapon of my own) and she gasped as I hit it with my first finger. “What’s wrong babe, feel good?” I said. She could only nod as I continued to massage that hard little olive. My bladder was very full again as she held her fingers still in my pussy, concentrating now on her own pressure and trying to hold back. I moved back a little so that her hand slid out of me, and gently pushed her to her knees. “Kneel for me lover” I whispered, “I want to be deep in you”. I pulled my jumper off over my head as Julie pulled her spandex off and pushed it under her knees to pad the floor a bit. Her sweet full ass was turned
to me, as I knelt behind her, one leg between her spread knees, so that I could rub my clit on her ass cheek. I reached down and spread my lips for maximum friction against her, and with my other hand, pulled her pussy hair and lips fora few seconds, making her lips open even more. Her hips were rolling as I slid two fingers, then three, inside her tight cunt and she was whimpering. She was dripping down my wrist. Her hand slid between her legs and touched my hand for a moment, pressing it into her pussy before she started rubbing her clit and her pee hole in big round circles as I fucked her. Julie was groaning and moving as I went even deeper into her cunt, her cunt making sucking noises as I moved my fingers in and out. Her bladder was as full as mine, I could feel it, round and a bit knobby, when I pressed downward. Each time I did that, Julie groaned deeper in her throat and her pussy would clench with the effort of holding her piss back. Her hand was frantic now on her clit and pee hole, but she was holding off, just like I love her to. I was grinding my clit against her ass and thigh, and felt my bladder about to burst. The flashes of heat inside my belly were incredible, and my bladder was spasming with the effort. I couldn’t hold back my piss any more. I groaned as I felt a little spurt, and then another one, and I ground my clit against Julie as hard as I could. I started to piss so hard that it sprayed around her leg, and as I started to come, I could see the spray hit the concrete floor, glowing in the afternoon sunlight coming in the garage window. I arched my back hard, so that only my lips and clit were touching her. Julie gasped as she felt me soak her legs and ass and she bucked hard against my hand, begging me for her release. I slid one finger out and pushed her hand aside to rub her pee hole. She was moaning and talking all the while” oh babe, right there, it burns right there, oh I can’t, please, I gotta pee, oh, oh Karen, ahhhh” and I felt her start to come as she started to piss in my hand. As she lost control, I roared, coming and spraying piss all over both of us. Julie screamed “ ohhhhh yessssssyessss now, please baby fuck me harder please -NOW ohhhhhh” as her piss flew in all directions and her g-spot let go with a gush of girl come. My hand was moving so fast inside her it was a blur, and all I could see was her golden pee spraying on my hand, the floor and all over her spandex leggings. As her climax faded, I slowly slid my hand out of her and sank back, drained, onto my knees. She remained kneeling in front of me, her cunt gaping and dripping piss and girl come, panting and moaning softly, the hem of her T-shirt soaked where she had pissed all over it. I reached out to stroke her the back of her legs, softly. “Good baby?” I asked. All she could do is nod her head again. I stood and came around to the front of her. I knelt in front of her, inches from her face. She looked up at me, her face wet with sweat, and a puddle on the floor between her legs. “I have more for you” I said, as I reached down, spread my lips with one hand and rubbed my clit hard and fast with the other. I was ready to explode literally in seconds, as Julie reached out and slid her fingers inside me. That was all it took as I came again, shaking and moaning and screaming and gushing all over her hand. We collapsed on the ground, into a puddle of pee and come, holding each other, smiling and kissing and nuzzling. I felt Julie’s thigh cover mine as she snuggled her crotch into me, and a wave of heat exploded in my belly as she sighed and let her bladder empty against me for the last time. A few minutes passed, and the cold wet cement got very uncomfortable, and we struggled to our feet. Julie looked at me, smiled that smile that melts my heart as well as my pussy and said: “So babe, want to finish that story for me?”

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