Piss Stories

I was in my office quietly working when I heard a female voice say “Oh shit!”, over the cubicle wall.  My surprise turned to astonishment when I realized the voice belonged to Niki.  She usually said things like “Darn it!”, or “Gee!”, I had never heard her swear.  I had to go and see what the problem was.  I got there about the same time Joan did.  A coffee cup had overturned on Niki’s desk.  The runoff had landed in her lap, causing a dark stain in her khaki skirt that looked liked she had wet herself.  The thought of Niki wetting herself caused my cock to harden, which I hoped nobody would notice. “Are you OK?”, Joan and I asked in unison.  Niki’s face was nearly as red as her short hair, which caused her freckles to really stand out.  “Yeah, the cup’s been on my desk a while, so the coffee isn’t real hot.”, she said.  Joan giggled as she stated the obvious, “It looks like you wet yourself.”  Niki blushed even more as Joan said this.  Joan and I took turns kidding Niki about her foul language, then drifted off, but not before Niki stole a quick glance and my erection.  I thought about how her white hose, brown pumps, khaki skirt, and white cotton blouse with turquoise stripes would look soaked with piss as I went back to my desk.

I heard a knock on my cubicle wall and looked up to see Niki, standing so her wet skirt was hidden.  My hard cock was still obvious, and Niki sneaked a few looks at it as she asked if she could borrow my coat to hide her skirt on the way out.  I readily agreed and Niki said she was ready to leave now. “I know it’s a little early, but I don’t want to sit around in my wet skirt.”, she said.  She waited while I locked up and she put on my coat and buttoned it up.  I escorted her to the parking lot and when we got to her car she removed my coat, giving me a good view of her wet skirt.  My half hard cock got fully erect as I looked at her skirt.  Niki was obviously checking out my cock as she thanked me for letting her use my coat.  “The real reason I left early is that I thought you might like this…”, Niki said.  My heart pounded as Niki spread her legs slightly and stuck her hand into her crotch.  The dark spot in her skirt got shiny again and started to expand as Niki started to pee. My cock was just about tearing a hole in my lightweight cotton dress slacks as the stain made it’s way down the front of Niki’s skirt.  Yellow trails started to appear in her white stockings as piss made its way down her legs. I couldn’t believe Niki was wetting herself in the parking lot!  Niki’s pee reached the hem of her skirt and started dripping off the hem and onto her brown pumps.  The trails of piss in her stockings got wider as she pissed. The yellow flood reached her feet and started to fill her pumps, dripping over the side of her pumps and squishing through the seams. “You like?”, Niki asked coyly.  I forgot where I was and pulled Niki to me. I kissed her deeply as I grabbed her ass with two hands and felt my pants get wet as her skirt rubbed against me.  “I guess you do!”, she said, as she stepped back to break the kiss and my embrace.  She smiled at me and gave my cock a quick feel through the wet front of my pants.  “I’d love to continue this at my place.”, Niki said.  Niki got in the car as I stared at the puddle of piss she’d left on the pavement.  I quickly went around to the passenger side when I remembered where I was and the condition of my pants.  There is a time and a place for everything, and this wasn’t the time nor place for a wet pair of pants!  Niki and I confessed our love of piss soaked clothing to each other as we drove.  I told her she had caused me a real problem at work when I saw her looking like she’d pissed herself.  “I saw that.”, she said, licking her lips slightly.  “You’re lucky I spilled my coffee!”, she continued.  “And how!”, I said, visions of just how Niki would look in about 10 minutes filling my head.

The ride home was having its usual effect on my kidneys and by the time we got to Niki’s I really had to piss.  We went inside and Niki got a bottle of wine and two glasses.  We sat at the kitchen table in our damp clothing and had a few glasses of wine.  “Will you wet  your pants for me?”, Niki asked. Niki led me onto her back porch.  She turned around and stared at my cock as she said “Go for it!”.  I relaxed and let my urine flow.  My gray dress slacks showed a dark circle around the head of my cock that grew slowly.  When the dark stain reached my crotch it proceeded down my thighs and along the inseam of my pants, leaving shiny darkness behind it.  The  stain expanded upward almost reaching my belt loops before Niki knelt in front of me.  I heard and felt her unzip my fly as I felt my shoes and socks fill with warm piss. She pulled my cock through my underwear and fly while I was still peeing, soaking her hand and the arm of her blouse in the process.  My piss arced towards her, splattering all over her breasts.  Her striped blouse started to grow transparent as it stuck to Niki, revealing a lacy white bra.  Before my piss reached her skirt she devoured my cock with her mouth.  Niki kept up with my flow, drinking rapidly as I pissed.  I stopped peeing, but Niki didn’t stop slurping at my cock until I was spurting cum down her throat and over her face and blouse.

I was pretty wet from the waist down and the front of Niki’s blouse and skirt were just as soaked.  I assisted Niki to her feet, then kissed her, making an effort to keep my shirt and tie dry.  I kissed my way down Niki’s chin tasting my piss on the way.  I worked my way down her shoulder to her left breast.  I sucked my own piss off of Niki’s breast,  then moved to her other breast after her nipple hardened.  When both nipples were hard I kissed my way down to the front of her skirt, finally tasting her pee.  I lifted her skirt to find a wet garter belt and stockings and ran my tongue along the top of her stockings and along her thigh, then to her pussy, sucking piss through her lacy white panties.  Niki’s panties bulged as she started to piss.  I lapped at flow, locking my mouth over her pussy as she pissed. I kept up for a while, but Niki increased her flow and I was forced to  let piss run out of my mouth.  I felt my collar getting soaked with Niki’s warm fluid.  Piss was running down the front of tie and over my shoulders as she pushed my face into her crotch.  I felt the front and back of my shirt get wet as I sucked her wet panties into my mouth.  Her warm piss was washing over my belt and down my pants and I chewed on her lacy panties. I came close to orgasm as her piss reached my cock and balls.  I shivered as her piss ran down my back and over the crack of my ass. Niki stopped peeing and I nearly ripped her panties to shreds as I pulled them away from her fragrant pussy.  I could tell the wetness was from more than piss as I spread her labia and kissed her clit.  I fingered her asshole as I steadily licked her clit.  Niki mashed my face into her pussy as she came, coating my face with her juices.  She rinsed my face with a few quick spurts of piss, losing control of her bladder a bit as she came. Niki smiled weakly at me as she dropped to her knees.  She sat down, then laid back on the piss wet outdoor carpet.  I spread her legs and hiked up her skirt, then dropped my pants.  I knelt between her legs, then lowered myself onto her.  Niki guided my cock into  her soaked pussy as I lay down. I didn’t do anything at first, enjoying the feel of my cock as her wet pussy caressed it as well as the feel of her piss soaked body against me.  Niki moved first, grinding her pelvis against me and sighing as my cock fully penetrated her.  She ground up slowly at me and I picked up her rhythm, driving my cock deeply into her at the top of her stroke.  We slowly picked up speed and Niki wrapped her legs around me.  I could feel her heels dig me slightly as we humped ever faster.  I kissed Niki  and squeezed her breasts through her wet blouse as I enjoyed the feel of her piss soaked stockings on my ass and legs.  We found a comfortable speed and drove our bodies together.  I grunted slightly at the bottom of each stroke, and Niki moaned lightly just after wards.  My grunts got louder and Niki’s moans turned to a loud “OHHH YESSSSSS!” as we came.  I almost passed out as Niki’s legs and vagina locked tightly around me.  We laid together quietly for a while as my cock softened and our body fluids mingled.  Niki moaned softly as I let some piss escape my half hard cock, which was still in her vagina. Niki suggested we clean each other off so I got off of her and laid down on the carpet.  Niki got to her knees and straddled me.  She bent over to lick my cock and she lowered her pussy over me.  I licked piss and cum from her pussy, getting it nice and clean as she started to bob up and down over my cock.  I kissed and nibbled around her labia a while then started to lick her clit as she kept bobbing away.  I picked up my pace as I felt my orgasm building.  I exploded into Niki’s mouth, and she tried to suck every drop of my cum up as I gushed away.  I could feel some of cum land in my pubic hair as she swallowed.  Niki looked at me, cum dripping out of the corners of her mouth as she came, dousing my face with her juices.  I closed my eyes and opened my mouth as Niki let loose with piss.  Niki held my cock and licked her pussy as she peed.  I let loose a few squirts of pee which Niki hungrily lapped up. I stopped peeing way before Niki did.  Niki got off me and looked at me. My face, hair, shirt, and tie were soaked.  Niki played with my nipples through my transparent shirt as she said “Sorry about the tie.”  Niki was pretty wet too.  Her blouse was transparently plastered to her chest, the front of her skirt was soaked from her waist to the hem.  Her stockings and pumps were also drenched with piss.  Niki sat down and spread her legs.  I got to my knees and Niki grabbed my cock with two hands and pulled me to her.  I walked on my knees until my cock was nestled between her breasts.  She slid my cock into her shirt and squeezed it between her breasts.  I started to fuck her breasts, enjoying the feel of her wet bra, blouse and her soft skin against my cock.  It didn’t take long for me to orgasm, gobs of white cum all over her blouse, bra and breasts.  I washed the mess away with a warm piss, resoaking her bra and blouse.  The stream reached her chin and my piss ran down to rewet the front of her skirt.  Niki pushed me away and turned, a trail of piss running along the dry side of her skirt to her ass.  Niki wiggled her ass in front of me as I wet down the ass of her khaki skirt.  When I ran dry, she lifted her skirt up to expose her pussy.  I took her from behind, sliding my cock into her pussy.  Our doggie style fuck lasted a long time since I was pretty tired.  Niki came before I did and she drove her ass at me as I humped her until I had a small orgasm.  We relaxed a while, then stripped off our wet things.  We went inside and cleaned up in the shower, then got all piss covered again in the tub.  Somehow I managed to get hard and we fucked, our naked piss covered bodies grinding together.  I couldn’t cum again but Niki did.  We showered again and headed off to bed.  We snuggled up together and pulled the covers up high, drifting off to a relaxing sleep.

A lesbian piss story I found

Seven O’ Clock. I was now quite nervous, Samantha would be here any minute now. I hadn’t seen her since last Thursday evening- that Thursday evening, and now I wondered just how things were going to go tonight. She had seemed OK on the phone, but no mention was made of last Thursday, and I must admit I was starting to feel a little foolish. “Oh well,” I thought, “no point worrying now girl, we’ll just have to see what happens”. I stood up, pulling the plug out, and stepped out of the bath. I towelled myself dry and went over and started to apply my make-up in the mirror. Catching sight of my naked reflection, I thought – not too bad… shaping up very well for my 28 years. No real flab, just a slight thickening of the tummy and thighs, and my tits are still firm, if on the small side. My dark shoulder-length (wet) hair neatly frames my face Uma Thurman Pulp Fiction style. I’ve still got what it takes, I think…

There’s the doorbell and suddenly my heart is pounding. I pull on my undies and throw a T-shirt on, running to the door with still wet hair, make up half-applied. It’s Sam. I compose myself for a second behind the door, trying to be nonchalant. I’m afraid of her expression- will it be OK? Will she hate me, ignore me, be cold, warm? I open the door. Sam is half-turned in the light from the hallway, I cannot see her face immediately. For a second, I think she is just going to stand there, motionless, but then she turns, and with relief I see her smiling back at me, as she always has. Maybe this time a little more than usual? It’s hard to tell- there is definitely something unspoken between us, yet despite what we say, it’s what we are both firmly thinking about. I hardly hear what she’s saying, about her day at work, the evening ahead, the fact that she arranged for us to meet Soo in the Farmer’s Arms. I answer, a little stiltingly, my throat is dry and I have to swallow at inconvenient moments as I speak. My face is flushed and I avoid her eyes. She is smiling and laughing a little as we talk… She seems at ease but there is a question hanging in the air between us that I am longing for her to answer… A pregnant pause. I mumble. Err…. I must dry my hair, I stutter, and walk off back to the bathroom. Sam follows. I dry my hair fiercely with the dryer, blowing my hair deliberately across my face so Sam cannot see my eyes, my guilty look… She chatters still, raising her voice so I can hear her above the roar of the dryer. I still can hardly hear what she says, but I gather it’s just about the evening ahead.

Sam’s hand brushes mine and the dryer dies as she switches it off. I look up, her face inches from mine. She takes the dryer from me… my heart pounds. I am unable to speak. “Charlotte” she whispers, tenderly. “Your hair has been dry for five minutes. Are you OK?” I stammer but can’t really form a coherent sentence. I am blushing deeply. “Silly thing. You were oh so very bold the other night.. now you’ve gone all shy and silly on me. Come here.” Sam gently pulls me round to face her and I’m frozen. Her words are a relief- the ice is broken yet time seems frozen still. The distance between us seems infinite like space, yet I feel her sweet breath on my face. She kisses me lightly on the lips and suddenly, everything changes. I know I will remember this exact moment for the rest of my life.

Sam’s kiss sealed my fate, and explained everything. The burning question I had been asking myself now for well over a week was answered. Would she, or wouldn’t she? She would! I almost melted into her embrace, so happy, so relieved. We kissed and kissed, with love and passion, and I felt at that moment that we were flying, the reality of the world a distant vague presence. Time passed- I have no idea how much, but eventually Sam broke the spell she had spun “Come on babe, get ready, we have to go!”. I smiled at her, then laughed. I was elated, and tears of joy came to my eyes without warning. Sam stroked my arm as I turned back to the task of doing my make-up. “Are you wearing this?” Sam asked, holding out my black dress, the usual attire for a girls’ night out.

“Yes,” I said, “thanks.” I pulled off the T-shirt and motioned for Sam to pass my bra, which she did. I slipped it on, and Sam did up the clips for me. For a moment, I stood there in my underwear, the dress hanging from one hand, watching Sam’s eyes as they drifted over my body. “Like what you see?” I whispered. Sam didn’t answer but smiled, then embraced me warmly, stroking my bare back and then the thigh below the line of my knickers.

“Darling, you’re beautiful!” she said, at last. She stepped back to take in the way I looked once again, and this time her eye was drawn to the crotch of my panties. “Ooh, very sexy!” she said, “They don’t leave much to the imagination!”. She was referring to the fact that the knickers I wore were of sheer white silk, with no gusset. The shape of my pussy was clearly visible, and a small wet spot had darkened the material where they snaked through between my legs. “Oh Charlotte!” Sam exclaimed, moving closer and kneeling in front of me. “I didn’t know you shaved your pussy… what a wonderful surprise!”

“Actually it’s not shaved- I have always loved the feeling of bare skin down there so I had laser treatment to remove it permanently.. that was about two years ago” I said. Samantha was transfixed by the sight in front of her nose, and she pulled down my panties around my knees to get a better look. The treatment I’d had had removed the hair over a period of months by destroying the roots, so the skin of my pussy was utterly hairless and smooth. Being dark-haired, shaving had always left dark stubble, but now that was all gone. Seeing my own pussy afresh through Sam’s eyes made be realise how sexy it must appear to others, especially as I had the sort of slightly fleshy pussy with small inner lips that are totally hidden from view unless deliberately spread open. I felt Sam’s breath coming harder, and warm over my dark slit, and I could see her getting excited and turned on. I was too, and a sticky drop of ooze started to bubble out from between my smooth pink lips.

“Oh Charlotte, it’s fantastic!” Sam breathed, and suddenly buried her face between my legs. Involuntarily I opened them wider, hampered by the knickers stretched between my knees. Looking down I could see Sam’s long strawberry blonde hair streaming down over the back of her black dress, and her cool forehead pressed against the white curve of my mons veneris. Sam pushed her tongue hard into my vagina, and I could feel it warm and wet, wriggling about. I heard soft sucking and slurping noises as Sam sucked down my pussy juices. She pulled away, groaning with horny frustration. “Oh god, Charlie.. you are so fucking horny!… I want you so bad, my love. But we really have got to go- Soo is expecting us at 8”. I threw on the dress, and hitched up the panties.

“OK, let’s go- there’s plenty more of that for you later, if you’re good!” I said. We kissed again, and I could taste my own juices on Sam’s lips. I slipped on my party shoes- high, black and strappy- and we walked out into the night where the taxi was waiting patiently for us. Since opening the door to Sam, just twenty minutes had passed, but I felt my life had changed forever.

“Hi Soo!” I yelled, catching sight of her across the crowded bar. She waved and smiled, and we made our way over to where she sat. Soo was of Malaysian descent, and extremely beautiful, with very long straight black hair and beautiful brown asian eyes. She made the most of it, with subtle and expert make-up, and she turned heads wherever she went. Sam and I weren’t bad either, but it was always Soo who got the maximum attention on these nights out.

“Hi!” she said, getting up and kissing us both as we sat down around the table. “Drinks are on their way” she said raising a finger to catch the barman’s eye. We all babbled about the day’s news and the latest gossip for a while, and we all seemed to be in a very good mood, looking forward greatly to the evening ahead. “You two seem to be in an especially good mood tonight!” Soo said, “Is there something you should be telling me?” She grinned knowingly, since the previous weekend I had told Soo everything about that Thursday night, agonising about what it would all lead to. It must have bored her rigid, but she is a great friend, and had listened patiently. Now she could see that it had probably all worked out as I’d hoped, and she was clearly very happy for both of us.

“Charlotte and I are… an item, I suppose” Sam said, matter-of-factly, but smiling at me, and gently picking up my hand.

“That’s great you two! I’m really glad. Oh god Sam, you should have seen Charlie last Saturday night- you’d have thought she’d done something terrible, the way she was going on- the agony!” I blushed a little sheepishly.

“Yeah, well… thanks Soo, you are a true friend”

“That’s OK darling.. any time, really. What are friends for?”

“Here’s to us!” Sam said, picking up her glass, “us three against the world, and everyone else can go hang!”

“To us!” we chorused, clinking our glasses.

“God, it’s getting busy in there” Sam said, motioning over to the toilets she’d just come back from. “I queued for 15 minutes!, and then there’s piss all over the floor!” Soo groaned.

“Damn, I’m starting to get desperate, but I’m OK if I sit- if I get stuck for that long in a queue I’ll wee myself!”. I’d had a wicked idea, but hesitated to say anything, it was perhaps a little weird. After a minute though, I plucked up the courage..

“Listen Soo, I’ve an idea. We’re pretty well hidden here in this little booth, so why don’t you just pee into that empty beer glass under the table? Sam and I will cover for you”

Soo didn’t hesitate: “OK, I will. But what shall I do with it afterwards?”

“Just put it on the table – it looks like lager so no-one will know”. Soo took the glass, as Sam and I moved around slightly to block off any view of what was going on. It was pretty easy because the booth was enclosed on three sides and the open side faced obliquely into the bar area. Though there were a lot of people around, they couldn’t have seen what was happening. We all started to giggle as I heard a trickle of water into the glass, which rapidly built up to a fairly strong hiss and splash. Soo tilted the glass to minimise the noise. I was tempted to get down and look at what she was doing, but had to content myself with imagining it. The idea of Soo pissing into a glass under the table was proving to be quite an erotic thought! After a minute or so, the look of relief that crossed Soo’s face told us she’d finished. She looked around to check the coast was clear, and lifted the glass up and onto the table. It was about three-quarters full – quite a lot in a pint glass! It did look rather weak for a lager, and steamed ever so slightly. We looked at each other, from girl to girl, then burst out laughing! We drew a few glances from the rest of the pub, but no-one really paid much attention.

“Shit!, It’ll be my turn next, and we only had the one glass.. what shall I do?” I said. “I don’t think that queue’s much of an option”

“Well, you could always just pee on the floor” suggested Sam, collapsing into a peal of giggles. I gave her a look as if to say “Oh sure!”, but Soo said “Well, why not? no-one’s going to see and by the time they notice they’ll just think it was a spilt pint or something. Why don’t you swap with me, and Sam and I will cover you”

I smiled, a little lasciviously. “OK.. you’re on.. or should I say ‘urine’, ha-ha!” To be honest we were starting to feel the effects of the vodkas we’d downed, and perhaps in a more sober moment we wouldn’t have dreamed of pissing on the floor, but at that time, I just didn’t care. Making sure I wasn’t being watched, I hitched my dress up at the back, and edged forward on my seat. It must have looked as though I was slowly drinking myself under the table! Soo and Sam once again moved to block any view from the main bar, and I closed my eyes a little and tried to relax. Before long, the familiar feeling started to build up, and I pulled the crotch of my panties to one side. The pee gushed out, at first striking the opposite seat, leaving a small spreading wet patch, but then I clamped down and it slowed, arcing down onto the carpet. It seemed noisy to me, especially once the carpet started to become sodden, the stream landing with a flapping wet sound. It seemed to take ages, and I hardly breathed, tightly trying to keep the pressure under control. It was giving me a slight stitch, but eventually, I could feel the force diminish, and I relaxed, letting the last few squirts out. I heaved a huge sigh of relief, and looked quickly around, but again, the whole thing had passed completely unseen. Sitting upright again, I glanced down under table- the wet patch was not that noticeable, as the carpet was dark brown and rather filthy anyway. It seemed to have absorbed the lot without spreading too far – I’d been worried about a tell-tale trickle spreading out from our booth into the main bar!

Feeling down between my legs, I was a little dismayed to find that the crotch of my knickers was quite wet – the pee had seemingly trickled down the back as well as squirting forward. “Oh no, my pants are soaked!” I said dismayed.

“Well, you could always take them off sweetheart!” Sam said. “I for one wouldn’t mind, seeing what I saw earlier”.

“Oh what was that?” asked Soo.

“Charlie has the most exquisite pussy- completely hairless” Sam said.

“Laser treatment” I explained.

“Really? Let’s have a look- I’m curious”

“OK, but not here… maybe we should move on to the club anyway, what do you think?”. Sam glanced at her watch, “It’s a bit early yet, but I guess we could”

“What about my wet pants?” I said. The others shrugged. “Well, if it doesn’t show, I’m just going to leave them on. Can you check my dress when we get up?”. As we trooped out, Soo discreetly followed me and checked that the dress wasn’t wet.

“It’s OK darling, nothing shows here”.

We went a little way down the street to Rocks Nightclub. It was before 11, so we got in for free (ladies only!) and it was still rather dead, so we managed to blag a table to ourselves in a dark corner, but with a good view of the dancefloor. “This looks a good spot. Now we just have to wait for the rest of the world to turn up!’ Soo said.

“My round” said Sam, “Whatcha having?” I elected for another vodka, Soo and Sam decided on Bacardi Breezers.

As Sam disappeared off to the bar, Soo reminded me: “Let’s have a look at this wondrous pussy of yours then- there’s nobody here to see”. This was true, so lifted my skirt to show Soo. My knickers were clearly wet and as a result virtually transparent. Soo boggled. “Wow darling, that does look cute! What was it you had done?” I explained, and Soo was clearly fascinated. “Did it hurt?” she asked.

“Not at all, but I had to go back four times, once a month until it was done.”

“What did they say at the clinic?”

“Nothing, apparently it’s quite a common request.”. We discussed it at length, and Soo eventually declared she would shave hers to see what it was like. “I’ll do it for you if you like.. if you will allow a rampant lesbian to touch your private parts! I promise to be gentle.” Soo laughed, and agreed without hesitation.

“Well, I’m keeping my blonde snatch”, said Sam, having returned from the bar. “But I do my bikini line”

“I intend to check that out in full, sweety!” I said.

Suddenly Soo said. “Listen girls, let’s make a pact. You know how it gets in here later, so let’s not waste time queueing. I say we show solidarity with Charlie here and simply wee our pants whenever the need arises tonight… no-one will see in this dark corner, and it’ll be fun!” For a moment, both Sam and I looked shocked, but it was a wicked idea, and we both agreed straight away.

“Darling, you are quite kinky on the quiet, aren’t you!” Sam said, but added: “and that’s why we love you!”

“Actually, I was surfing the web the other day and I came across a site dedicated to people who pee for pleasure.” Soo was saying “In their panties, on each other, even drinking it. It sounded a bit weird at first but reading it I got sooooo turned on. I’d never thought about it before, but I can’t get it out of my mind since. And tonight… well, actually it’s making me feel pretty horny”

“I’ll be honest with you Soo, it turns me on too” I said. “When I was going with Debbie a few years ago we experimented with it a bit- it was a lot of fun”

“What did you do?” asked Sam, agog.

“Oh, we’d pee in the shower together- we’d take turns to kneel in front of each other and pee on each other’s tits. Of course we’d just wash it straight off”

“What was it like?”

“Really warm, and very sexy and intimate”

“Golly, I think I’d like to try that!” This was Sam.

“Me too!” Said Soo. “Did you ever drink her pee?”

“I did once- it was actually OK. Not sure if I’d like it too strong though.” I replied.

“I’ll drink your weewee anytime sweetheart” said Sam, “it sounds like a real turn-on to me, especially from that wonderful tap of yours”

“I’ll be honest with you,” started Soo, “after reading that website, later I actually waited until I really needed to pee, then went and masturbated in the toilet. When I started to come, I wet myself, and let myself get really soaked. It was SUCH a turn-on.” She looked at us, trying to gauge our reaction.

“That sounds cool,” said Sam, “I’m going to try that.”

“I read in Cosmo that if you drink lots and put pressure on your bladder when you masturbate you come much harder” I offered. “The only problem they saw was accidentally wetting yourself at the crucial moment.. they obviously hadn’t thought that one through!” We all laughed.

“Well. anyway it’s my turn to go… so here goes!” said Soo. She squatted down on the floor in front of us, hitching her skirt up around her waist. We were transfixed by the crotch of her white cotton pants, with its vague hint of dark pubic hair. Suddenly a wet patch spread rapidly across the front, then turned into a thin trickle of water, splashing on the floor and forming a puddle. The carpet was not as absorbent as the pub’s had been, and Soo’s piss pooled up and trickled off in a number of directions. On a sudden whim, I stuck out my hand below Soo’s pissing waterfall, and let the warm flood run through my fingers. Soo gasped and laughed, straining slightly to keep it going. As she finished I moved my hand up to fondle between her legs for a moment, feeling the warmth of her pussy and the wetness of her knickers. Our eyes met for a second and we smiled. “Ooh, aren’t we sluts!” she said.

“God I’m so horny watching that,” said Sam. “Listen, why don’t we go home and have a little fun there instead?” We both looked at Soo. It was up to her since it was certain that Sam and I were going to get it on that night anyway. I desperately wanted Soo to come too, but it was a lot to ask.

“Well….” said Soo, “I guess it would be fun. But I don’t want to play gooseberry to you two”

“Oh, you wouldn’t” I said “promise. It’s just a bit of sexy play for all three of us.. no big deal”

“Well, alright then, sounds like fun!” said Soo, “Let’s go!”.

Giggling, we stumbled through the front door. I was reminded of the nervous moment several hours ago when Sam first arrived. Now that seemed a million years ago. We were all somewhat tiddly, but certainly not to the point of stupidity. “To the kitchen!” I exclaimed, and we marched into the kitchen. Immediately I filled three pint glasses with cold tap water. “Drink Up!” I ordered. “You go and get comfy in the lounge, I’d better get some towels”. Coming back into the lounge, I dimmed the lights a little and threw the towels into the middle of the wooden floor. “Just in case there’s an accident!” I grinned. “Now, we just sit and wait…” I joined Soo and Sam on the sofa. “Shall we give Soo a little beauty treatment while we wait, Sam?” I said, leaning over and kissing her while moving my hand to Soo’s crotch.

“Oh, that’s an excellent plan” Sam replied, “I’ll go and get the equipment”. Soo looked momentarily puzzled, but didn’t protest.

When Sam left the room, I leaned over and kissed Soo lightly on the cheek as I continued to fondle her damp crotch. “Relax darling, this will be a lot of fun… we promise not to bite. Too hard”. Soo smiled, and returned my kiss, this time on the lips. Tentatively at first, but in a moment her horniness had got the better of her, and we were snogging like old flames. Sam returned with a bowl of hot water, another towel, and a razor and shaving cream. I slipped the towel beneath Soo, as she lifted her dress up high. I pulled down her sodden knickers, revealing a soft snatch of fine black pubic hair. Unlike my own had been, Soo’s pubic hair was not at all wiry, but very soft and fine. “Hmmm, I think this is going to work very well!” I said, and tipped a handful of warm water over it. I heard her gasp is she felt the sensation of the water, and the tender touch of loving hands. I gently rubbed the cream into her pubes, and working quickly, shaved it all off in a matter of minutes. I paid special attention to the stragglers inside her pussy lips, and noticed with satisfaction that her clit was throbbing purple and fully engorged. Her pussy juice spilt out in little spasmodic spurts, mingling with the white shaving cream and trickling down her bottom. Another handful of water, and I wiped her dry, revealing her smoothly shaven cunny for all to see. Soo looked down with delight, and Sam was making little cooing noises, hardly able to contain her horniness. Finally, I rubbed a little vaseline into the newly shaven area, to help guard against razor burn, and it glistened slightly in the dim light. Soo stroked her pussy, feeling the new sensation of being hairless down there, and then, almost involuntarily, slipped a finger in and started to masturbate. It was finally too much for Sam, who groaned and ripped her underwear off with almost indecent haste. She fell to her knees, frigging herself furiously, her head resting at the top of Soo’s thigh.

“Charlie, I want to watch you lick Soo’s clit – please, do it for me!” she whispered hoarsely. I needed no further encouragement – I knelt down between Soo’s legs as she pushed herself forward on the sofa, pushing her cunt upwards and right into my face. Sam shifted to get a clear view as I buried my face in there, licking and sucking without mercy. I was so horny myself I was barely in control, and Soo was starting to come in a few minutes. Sensing that she was coming too quickly, I slowed a little, and concentrated on her lips and vagina rather than her clit directly. After a while I heard her breathing become more steady.

“Can’t have you coming straight away now, can we? We’ve got all night…”

“Ooh, Charlotte!” cried Soo, “I think I need to pee now”

“Oh Charlie,” groaned Sam, “you’ve got to take her pee – I want to see that.. drink her pee, Charlie!” I moved back a little, and motioned Soo to hold her sweet petals open with her fingers. Her held-open pussy was a fantastic sight – very red and topped by her bulging clitty. Her petals spread of their own accord, thick and puffy, and the dark vagina glistened wetly, contracting rhythmically and releasing a clear fluid in little spurts. Her pee hole was clearly exposed, and seemed to be writhing about within its pink nest. As I watched, the hole opened and a thin rivulet ran down into her vagina, which filled to the brim, then cascaded down over her little brown anus. The trickle suddenly became a thick jet of hot piss which shot out and hit me straight in the chest, wetting my dress. I quickly moved to catch the stream in my mouth, and was surprised to find that the sensation was far from unpleasant. There was no bitterness, just a very vague sense of watery sweetness, and of course it was so very, very warm. Soo pissed rapidly and I gagged trying to swallow it at first, but then I remembered the trick to drinking a lot, and opened my throat to let Soo’s hot wee simply pour down into my stomach. I was vaguely aware of Sam masturbating violently and yelling obscenities in my right ear, but all I could concentrate on was making sure that every last drop of Soo’s precious golden love-piss was not spilt. She stopped as suddenly as she started, and pulled me up on top of her.

“Oh god Charlotte, that was absolutely wild – I pissed right into you, you were my very own lovely female toilet!” Soo was fingering herself again, and kissed me hard on the mouth, deeply tonguing me as if to taste her own weewee on my tongue. Breaking off, I had to burp, and a faint taste of Soo’s piss came to me.

“Come on girls, let’s get these clothes off!” Sam urged, pulling her own dress roughly over her head. Soo sat up and did the same, and I slipped out of mine, letting it fall in a heap then kicking it away. I unclipped Sam’s bra, her full but firm breasts tumbling out. She did the same for me, revealing my much smaller, pert breasts. Soo grabbed my knickers, pulling them down and off, then holding them to her face and inhaling deeply.

“Ooh, Charlie, it smells of wee. God, I feel like a total slut whore! I just want to be used and pissed on and to come and come – you two can do whatever you want – just make sure I come, please!”. Soo sounded desperate, but we all understood the way she felt.

“Charlie, piss on me now, I want to feel your hot piss on my tits like Debbie did!” Sam pleaded, rolling back on the floor to sit on a towel.

“OK, darling, you asked for it!”. I stood in front of Sam, feet about a yard apart, her face level with my pussy.

“Oh god, that pussy of yours is just heavenly!” Sam exclaimed, “Give me a waterfall babe!” I felt Soo come up behind me and take me in her arms, allowing me to lean back on her, She rested her head on my shoulder and kissed me on the neck, and slowly, I allowed the sensation of the need to pee take me over. Soo’s hands caressed my breasts, then wandered down to my cunt, where they gently parted my smooth curtains. In a second, I felt the pee coursing down from my bladder to my pussy opening, then the wonderful rush as it arced away, down, scoring a direct hit between Sam’s tits. I heard her groan and looking down saw she had her eyes half closed, holding her breasts up from below to catch the full force of my flowing piss. She moved them from side to side, allowing the stream to play over her stiff nipples, then moving back to catch a pool in her cleavage, then letting it spill over and down between her legs and onto the floor. As the flow slowed, Sam rolled back until she was lying flat on her back, and I straddled her so my pee went straight down and splattered on her belly, tits, cunt and thighs. As soon as it was over, Soo and I leapt down on to her, sucking her nipples and licking up the piss from her body. Sam was groaning wildly, and as my fingers found her sopping wet cunt, she bucked with such a force we were almost thrown clear. “Oh fuck!!!” Sam shouted “frig me, make me come NOW!” she ordered. My fingers worked at her pissy clit wildly, as Soo continued to make great play of her nipples. Finally, I went down on Sam and sucked at her pungent clit and tongue-fucked her cunt in a mad frenzy. Sam came in a few seconds, bucking wildly and almost breaking my jaw! She collapsed back onto the wet floor, exhausted, spent, her breath coming in great ragged gasps. Soo and I lay down either side of her, caressing her face in our hands as she came down, kissing her gently, holding her, loving her. After some time, she spoke, softly: “That was.. incredible, darlings” she said. “I would never have believed it, feeling you pee over me from your sweet cunny was like going to heaven…. Now, however, I think I must pee… I can feel my bladder is very full!”

“Oh, pee on me Sammie sweetheart! please!” pleaded Soo. “I still want to come… but, I’m being selfish to Charlotte. Why don’t we both lie down and have Sam pee on us?” she suggested. I needed no encouragement. Soo and I lay where Sam had been, in each others arms, and Sam straddled us. I kissed Soo deeply and sexually, my tongue probing her mouth. She returned the kiss, and we were almost lost in the wonderful sensation of it. Then, we both felt a warm cascade, first hitting our breasts, and slipping liquidly between us, but rapidly moving up until Sam was pissing directly into the space between our wildly kissing mouths. The wee played back and forth, from one girl to the other, and also up and down, and it was impossible not to get a good deal of it in our mouths where we swallowed greedily and passed it back and forth between us, like a good wine…

The rest of the evening continued in the same vein for many hours, with all of us pissing and coming many times. We were totally lost in our wild game, utterly abandoned to the pleasure without a trace of caution or guilt. Total hedonism. The floor was awash with piss, the towels utterly sodden and useless. We drank from each other again and again, and the weewee just kept on coming, endlessly recycled. At one point Soo begged me to pee right inside her vagina, and we pushed our smooth glistening fannies together firmly, our legs crossed like scissors, until I could pee right into her cunt without too much spilling out. Afterwards she squatted over Sam’s open mouth and let it all go. Later, Sam was starting to fall asleep in the chair, flaked out from all her orgasms. Soo and I were sitting on the sofa opposite, chatting quietly. Suddenly, Sam simply spread her pussy open with two fingers and wee’d a huge arcing piss right across the room, splattering down onto the two of us. We playfully fought over who could catch Sam’s piss in her mouth, and then that kicked off yet another round of wet, hot girly loving.

Finally, as the first light of dawn started to seep through the curtains, we collapsed, exhausted, into my big bed, lying damp but wonderfully happy in each others tender arms. Gradually, utterly fulfilled, we fell asleep.

A piss story I came across

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!

A pissing sex story I came across

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…..

A nice little pissing story.

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.

A great pissing story I found

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.