The Nudists 6 by Olivia Palmer
(fg, mast, oral, anal, feet, ws, light scat)
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I took Annabeth into my little bathroom and closed the door.
Being in the bathroom, of course, made my mind wander to all sorts of recent adventures! The tub looked especially inviting. My mind spun as I tried to imagine some sort of way to get Annabeth to watch me do my new trick, with my feet up in the air, showering myself with my own smelly water....
And then it hit me. Hard. The tight, heavy, urgent pressure down low. The leaking, dribbling urge to just relax – and gush.
I shivered and clutched both hands to my pussy, pressing my thighs hard around them, stopping stopping stopping!
I really, truly did need to make some stinky pee. There it was, late morning, I'd already eaten, fooled around like crazy – even getting fingered in my wonderful, sensitive butthole! – and had such amazing good feelings shake all through me... but my bladder hadn't been emptied since last night!
Glancing nervously at Annabeth, I wondered if she would mind if I just jumped in the tub and did it right then and there. I shivered again and squeezed even harder on my slippery little puss, not quite sure if I should do it or not.
But soon it was clear that Annabeth was in her own world, at least for the moment.
Having my mommy blast her face with squirt after squirt of pussy juice had sent my chubby adorable girlfriend into a sort of druglike trance. She reminded me of the times I'd spied on my parents smoking pot on the back porch after they thought I'd gone to bed. Before my brother and the twins. And maybe that was why those three had come along, you know? Because Mommy had always gotten that same kind of amazed, hungry, bleary, horny, half-conscious look on her face when she was stoned. Like she was on the verge of doing something extremely thrilling and completely naughty. Right then. Right there.
I'd watched her crawl up onto my daddy's lap more than a few times, kissing him wildly and tearing at his clothes or sliding down between his knees. Those moments had startled me so much when I was younger that I'd always run back to my room and hid, sweating and half-afraid, half-amazed, beneath my covers. Eventually I would find myself pushing my hands against my moistening panties and press-press-pressing on my immature pussy mound, unable to stop until I felt good all over and could finally relax and sleep.
It wasn't until I began playing with Annabeth that I realized what Mommy had wanted. What Mommy had been so eager to do. Orgasm. That had been the look on her face. The look of lust, of pure animal need.
Annabeth looked a lot like that, standing there in the bathroom, oblivious to my urgent need to pee and my deep desire to time it just exactly right.
My friend stood rocking slowly from foot to foot beside the tub, looking down at her puffy chest with a small frown. I loved how her little round tummy wiggled as she shifted her weight. A few thin drizzles of my mother's squirt-juice were still running down into the fold atop her belly just beneath her little boobs, shaken loose from her drenched, limply hanging brown curls and dripping here and there onto her shoulders and puffy pink nips. She reached both hands up to her boobies after a moment and began to smear the wetness all around, focusing in particular on crushing her palms against her nipples, then pinching them. Hard.
It didn't surprise me at all – that dreamy, lustful moment of Annabeth's self-inspection turning to rough work on her puffy boobies. I knew what that meant. I could tell that there was much more touching still to be done!
I decided to wait on my pee. My bladder still ached in protest, but with some serious jaw-clenching and concentration I soon had enough control to feel like I could help Annabeth with her touching if that's what she wanted. With one last shudder I clamped down hard on my peehole, took a deep breath, and just stood still and watched my friend abuse her nipples. Listened to her grunt and moan.
And soon my own hands were busy, too. My finger slid back down between my needy, sensitive pussy lips. I crooked my fingertip coming up and sort of crushed my hard little button beneath it, and then going back down I flattened my finger out and pushed in on it, starting from the top of my button with a firm, deep thrust that crammed it deliciously against the length of my whole finger as I slid my hand lower, until my fingertip found my tiny, hot, twitching hole.
My other hand, of course, was on my own nipples. Pinching. Pulling. Making them hurt in the worst, best kind of way. I mangled my nipples until my knees began to tremble and my legs threatened to give out. And then I switched to rubbing them with my palms, which, of course, creates its own tender array of friction-filled joys.
Annabeth heard my own groans and moans, and she raised her eyes. We watched each other for a long time as we touched ourselves. It was wild and weird to do it standing up, able to see our whole fronts. I liked watching Annabeth's strong, thick thighs twitch and tighten as she worked her nipples. And I loved her little wobbly belly, of course. And her pink, puffy boobies. Her eyes roamed my body up and down, as if she was trying to learn and remember every part of me, as if she had never seen me before, as if I was the newest and most amazing creature to ever appear before her.
She stared at me. She studied me. She frowned and she smiled that tiny smile and she bit her lip. She looked horny and happy, and yet somehow her face also softened, her eyes gleamed, then watered. She blushed and tried to blink back a small flood of sudden tears. She dropped her gaze to my feet. She sniffled a little. But she did not stop touching herself for one second.
And I felt so beautiful. So proud to make my friend so happy! So proud to be wanted so much!!
Annabeth soon got herself a little more under control, taking a moment to drag the back of her hand across her face a few times. Then she spread her feet a little and snuck the hand behind, down into the crack of her butt. Her eyes closed and she grunted softly. I knew where her finger was.
I could hear where it was.
For the longest time there was just the squish-splish of my finger in my pussy crease and smick-smack of Annabeth's finger in her bottomhole. I staggered closer toward her, until we could bend our foreheads against one another, her wet face and hair still stinking so wonderfully of my mommy's pussy juice, her breath on my nose and mouth, my breath on hers.
The fingers of her free hand found my nipples. The fingers of my own free hand found hers.
We fingered ourselves. We fondled each other. We gulped down huge lungfuls of girlstink and only a little oxygen, going lightheaded and woozy.
And we came.
"Ungghhh!" Annabeth grunted, tilting her face and kissing me just as she began to shake all over.
Her lips on mine, her tongue sliding into my mouth, that sent me over my own edge. I went up on my toes. My hand left her titties and locked around the back of her head, my fingers tangling deep into her heavy damp curls, cramming her mouth against mine.
We frenched deeper, harder than ever, as my finger went crazy on my button.
And then I did my own shaking. My own grunting, moaning, groaning little dance.
"Mmmmgghhh!" I howled into her mouth. "Mmmmmmmggggghhhhh!!!!"
With a final frantic series of clutching, desperate rubs on my red-hot little pussy, I spasmed from head to toe and splattered Annabeth's legs with my juice. Squirt-squirt-squirt!
Then my legs gave out. I wrapped my arms around Annabeth as I suddenly slumped toward the floor. She flung her own arms around me, helping me down gently. I felt her strong muscles, her solid, wonderful body keeping me close, keeping me safe, and I couldn't help but sigh as my bottom finally settled onto the cool edge of the tub, my arms still around my new best friend, my new best friend bending over me tenderly, still holding onto me as well.
But Annabeth was Annabeth, so it didn't take long for that little moment to end. She rocked me upright into a stable sitting position, then stepped back a tiny bit and patted the top of my mussy strawberry-blonde head. She looked down at her thighs and shins and feet and chuckled. Wiggled her toes.
"Well," she muttered, "Guess I'm wet all over again."
I looked down, too. My juice was running down her legs. Her feet were splattered, too. Her wiggly piggies held thick drops of my own liquid between them. It was a sight that made my pussy clench and swell all over again. Like I hadn't even just nearly rubbed myself half to death.
Oh, how I loved her pudgy toes! I suddenly wanted very much to suck each and every one of them.
Annabeth leaned down and dragged a hand from the top of one foot all the way up her shin, over her knee, and up her thigh, collecting as much of my drippy drops as she could. Then she raised her palm to her nose. Sniff. Sniff. Then her mouth opened. Her tongue came out. She licked her palm, again and again.
"Hmmm..." she murmured.
I watched as she took her other hand and did the same thing on her other leg, gathering up my liquid leakage from her skin. Then she offered the palm to me, holding her hand just beneath my face.
"Go on," she told me, "smell it."
Fascinated, thrilled, and more than a little embarrassed, I did as I was told. Sniff. Sniff. Sssnnniiffff!
"Well?" she asked. "Is it piddle?"
I leaned back and looked up at her, the realization dawning.
"No!" I gasped. "It's not!"
Annabeth grinned, quick and fierce. "Nope!" she almost barked. Then that palm came under her mouth as well, her tongue cleaning it thoroughly. When she finished she wiped both palms across her boobies and gave me a serious, approving nod.
"Nope," she repeated. "I guess you're a momma's girl in every kind of way. Aren't you?"
I shrugged. Blushed. I could feel the hot red flush race up my skin from my toes all the way to the roots of the hair on my head. Me. A momma's girl!
But I knew that I definitely HAD peed other times when I'd felt good. It had happened when I'd snuck into my mommy's room and sniffed all over her pussy and feet. It had happened at Annabeth's and in my bathroom and in my bed. I knew what pee smelled like. Up close!
So now I could squirt pussy juice that wasn't pee? How did that work? Was I concentrating so hard on NOT pissing that some other stuff had been able to come out instead?
I had no clue. All I knew, with not one bit of doubt, was that I felt proud and happy!
So I could squirt pussy juice just like my mommy, and I liked Annabeth just like she did. I certainly knew I'd love love LOVE to have my little pussy licked and sucked on like Annabeth had done to my mommy. And oh, wow, how I suddenly craved to put my own face down deep between Mommy's thighs, too, and make her drench me like she'd just done a half hour ago to my best friend!
Shyly, almost nervously, I blinked up at Annabeth and asked her the question that had been on my mind since I first woke up on the couch, cozied up naked against my mommy's trembling, nude body.
"So..." I began, fumbling for the words. "How did you- I mean, why- or, well... I don't know how to say it...."
"She pushed me down there," Annabeth said, holding out her hand, palm down, as if she was shoving an invisible head toward the floor.
"I woke up and starting sucking on her titty again," she continued, shrugging and scratching at her armpit. "But she put her hand on my head and pushed me. Whispered to me."
My finger found my slit again. Slid into my moist, warm crease and waited. "What did she say?" I croaked.
Annabeth shrugged again, then lifted her foot heavily, huffing a bit, and put her hand on my shoulder to steady herself. She stepped into the tub and struggled to sit down as gracefully as her heavy, wet body would allow.
"She said 'Eat me baby'," Annabeth finally answered. She scratched the same armpit again, then sniffed her fingers deeply. "So I did."
I reached out to flip the plug on the drain, but I didn't turn on the water. Annabeth was still scratching and sniffing, not noticing at all. Then I swung my legs around and climbed into the tub to face my friend. We each sat cross-legged, our knees resting up against the insides of the tub. The faucet dug into my back, but I tried to ignore it. I had a wonderful view of Annabeth's chubby pussy lips, covered in damp curly brown hair. She had her own wonderful view of my own little puss, my hairs barely even there, all sparse and light strawberry-blonde.
We studied each other like that for a while, neither one moving an inch, our hands resting idly down beside our hips. I was trying to imagine my mommy asking my friend to lick her pussy. Why didn't she ask me? Because I was still sleeping? Just because Annabeth had awakened first, that was why she got to do it and not me? It didn't seem fair! That was the only reason I could come up with. At least, that was the reason I wanted to believe.
Otherwise, I'd hurt too much! Otherwise, it would mean that Mommy wanted Annabeth's mouth on her more than mine. But I was her own little girl! That should have been MY job!
Again the cold grip of insecurity and jealousy clutched at my heart. My tummy flipped and flopped. I didn't hate Annabeth – the exact opposite, in fact. And I didn't hate my mommy – how ever could I?? Yet being left out of something so amazing, so perfectly girlie and wonderful as what they'd done... it hurt me. I couldn't help but feel rejected a little.
Annabeth grunted then, watching me, reading me easily I'm sure. She reached down and spread her fat outer lips, showing me the dark-pink inside of her slippery, shiny pussy. Then she smiled that little smile.
"'Hi Marlie'," she said in a high, goofy kind of voice, pulling her pussy open and closed like a sideways slobbery mouth. "'I'm Annabeth's hairy biscuit! And I'm goooooooood eatin'!'"
I blinked and then giggled, staring at her delicious-looking slit as she continued to yank her lips open and closed, then one-side-up-one-side-down, then squishing them all around. I looked up into her eyes to make sure she was serious. She still wore that beautiful little smile, so at first I wasn't quite sure. Was she really saying I could lick her down there? Like she'd just done to my mommy?!
But when wasn't Annabeth serious? Of course she meant what she'd said! Even when she was being funny she was being serious! The icy tightness in my chest melted away, replaced by a rapidly spreading warmth. A heat. A fire. It shot all through me, especially down into my pussy, which instantly felt as sensitive and needy as ever.
But I resisted the urge to masturbate again. At least not at the moment. Another urge had once again suddenly taken hold of me.
Yes, I wanted to come again. And yes, I very very very much craved to lick Annabeth's pussy. I wanted, in fact, to crawl over between my friend's thick, strong thighs, bury my hungry face, and not come up for air ever again.
But at that moment I really, seriously, immediately needed to pee. There was not going to be any more negotiations with myself this time, I could tell. The aching pressure came over me again worse than ever. I shivered and felt a few drops spurt loose. It was going to happen, whether I wanted it to or not, at any moment.
So what I said back to her was probably silly, definitely a little stupid, and maybe even a bit unfair. But the little sexbeast inside me had taken over, and I wanted what I wanted.
"Oh I bet you are!" I breathed, my voice sounding low and husky like Annabeth's somehow, a rumble of lust that echoed around the bathroom like an undertone that meant Serious Business.
"But before I eat," I went on, reaching down and spreading my own pussy wide open, "I think you should drink!"
My piss burst forth in a splattery, hot, thick spray of smelly yellow. It shot up and across the gap between us, splashing down all over Annabeth's startled naked body. Pee hit her face, her shaking boobies, and especially her twitching belly. All of it ran down her already-wet skin and over her own crotch. She still held her pussy open, but she closed her eyes and leaned her head back.
Then, as I strained and pushed out my pee even harder, she opened her mouth. And she leaned forward. Right into my spray.
My piss thundered hard and messy against her chin, her cheeks, her nose. But mostly it pounded into her gaping mouth, onto her extended tongue, roiling and rolling back against her tonsils and down her throat. Annabeth took gulp after gulp of my urine, and I pushed and I pushed and kept the flow coming. It was my first morning pee, after all. I'd awakened and couldn't even masturbate before Annabeth had been at our door – ever since then, well, the pee had just been building. Now, after all those yummy cummies, I had a whole big swollen bladder's worth of stinky piss to give to my friend.
And she took it. Spluttering, choking, moaning, she swallowed as much as she could.
By the time I was finished, exhausted, spent from the squeezing, straining effort to pump it all out as hard and as heavy as possible, all I could do was lean back against the stupid painful faucet and sigh, gazing at the mess I'd made. Annabeth was soaked all over again. Her hair was drenched. Her face was a sloppy ruin of stinking pee, and her eyes were crammed shut. Looking down, maybe a good inch or more of my urine was pooled between us.
For a while the only sound in the bathroom was the soft echoing huffs and sighs of our panting recovery. Eventually Annabeth reached up and squeezed her fingers hard across her eyelids until she could open them and stare the shallow flood of yellow smelly pee that we both now sat in.
"Well," she muttered, her voice a little hoarse, reaching out with both hands to run her fingers around in it, "THAT was not what I expected." She smacked her lips and took a couple of exploratory swallows.
"Tastes awful," she concluded, and I instantly felt like I was about to bawl. But before I could get even the first breath of an apology out, she looked right me and smiled in her gorgeous, big-dimpled, wonderful way.
"But I loved it," she said. "I really, really did."
I held my breath. Was she being serious? Again, did I even need to wonder? This was Annabeth! And she really did like my hot, stinky, stinging morning pee! All over her! And in her mouth! And in her belly, too!
My friend liked drinking my piss! My friend liked being pissed on just to be pissed on! Just for fun!!
In the same instant I wondered if I would like it, too. Being peed on just because being peed on felt good. Just because drinking it was nasty and naughty and really fun. Just because that's what girls did when they were nakey and horny and full of pee-pee.
I wondered. Then I wanted!
After all, I'd spent an important part of the day before rolling around in this very tub, in my own hot, smelly piss, and I'd loved every second of it. Even when I'd had my accident. How much more amazing would it be to have somebody else do the pissing? To put my face and my whole naked self in someone else's pee? My skin all wet and smelly.... My mouth full of the salty, bitter, strangely slippery-sweet juice.... My hair drenched and dripping, all stinky....
Then Annabeth leaned over and put her face closer to the pooled pee, sniffing.
"So," she mumbled, glancing up at me a little sheepishly. I watched her face begin to color up. "I guess since you don't piddle when you feel good after all... you squirt that, you know, other stuff..." she blinked and looked away, "It must be my piddle that's been stinking up my room so much lately."
She flicked her fingers through my pee and shrugged. "Thought it was both of ours. Oh well."
I could only shrug back. I was still much too confused about it to be sure. Maybe my mommy would know how it all worked if I asked her. Until then, I felt a little bad about it, but I let Annabeth assume that all the stinky pee in her room had come from her.
Then I was brought back to the moment as my friend leaned back and spread her pussy apart, once again. And narrowed her eyes.
"Now let me give you a taste of your own medicine!"
Annabeth grunted hard as her own spray erupted with a loud hiss. I jerked at the feel of all the hot pee splattering against my legs and tummy and chest. I'd never felt something so incredibly warm on my skin! Not even a hot shower could compare! And knowing it was pee... Annabeth's PISS... On My Body!!
Oh. God. It smelled horrible. It stank in the worst way.
And I loved it. Even more than my own!
"Oh fuck!" I gasped. "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!"
I felt myself scrambling forward, folding my legs underneath myself and flipping onto my belly, sliding through the deepening warmth of our mingled pee, and putting my face straight into her heavy stream.
Startled at first, there a moment of fumbling rearrangement as Annabeth stopped peeing and repositioned her legs, flinging her heels up on the sides of the tub and sliding her butt a little more forward. She spread her thighs as far apart as she could and let me get my face right in there.
I jammed my eyes closed and opened my mouth as wide as I could. My tongue was out. My lips were an inch – maybe two – away from her pussy, once again being held wide open by her strong, sure fingers. She smelled so amazing up close!
I wanted to drink her. Then I wanted to eat her!
Then she pissed some more. Right in my mouth! I choked, coughed, swallowed, and repeated that process over and over, until finally her stream was nothing but a weak little squirt, and then she was done. I swallowed what was in my mouth, then put my face down into the steamy pool of our combined urine. I could hear it splashing up against Annabeth's large, beautiful bottom. I sucked in a mouthful and raised my face, my eyes still shut tight against the sting.
I spit the pee against Annabeth's pussy. Then I got another mouthful and did it again. And again.
Nuzzling my face forward, I could still feel her fingers holding herself wide open. I went back down and got another mouthful, and this time I put my lips against her dripping, slippery puss. I felt for her hole. Then, carefully, I pursed my lips, pushed them as far into her hole as I could, and I spit a tight stream of our piss up inside her.
Annabeth groaned.
So I did it again.
And again.
And again!
It splashed back out, of course, but not as much as I'd first expected. It made me curious. I brought a hand around, finally, and wiped at my eyes. They stung, just like I figured they would, but I squinted and blinked and let the tears come anyway. I wanted to see her pussy. Up close!
"Eat me," Annabeth murmured. She still held herself open for me. "Eat me and put your finger in my butt." She scooted easily forward in the slippery bottom of the pissy tub, pulling her knees up toward her chest so that her butthole rose up out of the yellow pool like a crinkly magic mouth, closed but waiting to open for only me.
It felt so good lying there on my tummy in our piss, my knees bumping against the far end of the tub, my feet dripping pee down onto my butt and the backs of my thighs as I bent them back up over myself, my little titties scraping deliciously against the smooth warm porcelain, feeling the urine squirting between the tiny crease between my boobies whenever I shifted even a little. I could stay there for hours! It was easy, especially when my friend's pretty butthole and yummy pussy were right there in front of my face, waiting for me to play with them!
So I did it. I wiggled my finger inside her bottom. Annabeth grunted, then sighed.
It felt just like my own butthole. The hard ring, the muscle that relaxed after that first moment of doubt, the incredibly warm, squishy inside. I bent my finger and pushed down, then sideways, then around and around. Annabeth groaned and bumped her head as she leaned it back against the tiles. Finally, I turned my palm upward and stroked my finger along the top of her rectum, against the underside of her vagina. I wondered if some of our pee was still in there. I wiggled my finger and watched her pussy hole carefully, trying to see if any urine leaked back out.
Then I realized how open her hole was. So much more open than mine!
It startled me, and for a moment I froze, forgetting all about fingering my friend's bottom. All I could do was stare in wonder at her suddenly very mature-looking vagina.
She was not a virgin.
Annabeth, of course, began to protest. She huffed and took a hand off her pussy lips long enough to flick me lightly in the nose. It actually kind of tickled, and I sneezed! Pee sprayed up all over her butt and pussy and my face, and I couldn't help but giggle.
"Sorry!" I squeaked, at the same time as Annabeth muttered a quick and highly offended, "Ew!" And then she added a grumbling, "Uh, bless you?"
And then, a little louder, as her hand returned to helping hold herself wide open for me, "Um, hey. Marlie.... What are you waiting for?"
In response, I twisted my wrist and turned my finger inside her warm, tight butt. She groaned and exhaled loudly with an "Ooff!" as I bent the finger and pressed down toward her tailbone. And then I felt it. Firm and roundish and bumpy, just at the edge of my reach... her poo.
Her turd!
Annabeth froze. For a long moment neither one of us seemed to breathe. My finger didn't move, my friend's butt didn't move, and the poop inside her didn't move either. Then, with a loud bursting of held breath and anxious, horny nerves, Annabeth wiggled her bottom nervously, shivering against my touch.
"Marlie," she gasped, and suddenly her hands came off her pussy and clutched at my face, pulling me into her crotch. "Oh, Marlie!"
I opened my mouth and tasted pussy – someone else's pussy – for the very first time.
And I knew who I was.
From that moment on, I had no doubt.
She was sweet. She was salty. She was slick with piss and thick with her own juice. She was warm and creamy and, deeper inside her hole, where my tongue strained to reach, she was hot. So hot!
I dragged my tongue up out of her delicious vagina and sent it into every crease and fold of her pussy. I sucked on her tiny, thin inner lips. I used my teeth and gnawed gently on her hairy fat outer lips. I found her pee hole and made the tip of my tongue hard, jabbing it in, twirling it around, then licking it softly, lovingly, before doing it all again.
Annabeth squirmed and panted and kept her hand lightly on my head, her fingers entwined in my piss-wet, straggly hair. When I finally moved up and settled my lips around her button, she groaned so loud I was sure she'd wake the babies at the other end of the house. At the very least, my mommy would have no doubt what we were doing!
And that thought, when it hit me, almost made me dizzy with a crazy, wild, naughty kind of joy. I hoped Mommy could hear us. I wished Mommy would come and see! She could come climb right in with us!!
My tongue went to work on Annabeth's button. I could tell from watching what she'd done to my mommy that this was the way to make her feel the best. Sure enough, my friend began to hump against my face harder and harder. Her hands in my hair pulled me tighter against her pussy. I sent my tongue up-down-up-down as fast as I could, my lips tight around her nub. Then I sent my tongue flicking just as fast from side-to-side. Then I sucked. Then I pulled off a little and just made my tongue wide and fat and soft, and I slurped and slurped and slurped like a horse on a salt lick.
Up until then I'd kept my finger inside her bottom perfectly still, but as I settled my lips tightly around her button once again I decided to play with her butt, too. With that nugget that bobbed and pushed at the tip of my finger, to be more precise.
"Oh... OH!" Annabeth gasped, as my fingertip slowly began to twirl around the fat nobby end of her turd. I could feel the hot inside of her butt flesh giving way to my fingertip as it slipped around and around and around the very firm poo it was trying so hard to hold in. It didn't take long before I could feel it begin to move.
Instantly I thought of my adventure the day before. I remembered the celery and the half-carrot. I remembered my accident. I remembered my poo nugget. I remembered sniffing it as I knelt at the side of the tub. The dizziness of how wrong that had felt, and how fun....
So I twirled my finger even more, and I licked her button even harder!
After all, she was the one who'd asked me to finger her butthole....
"Ungghhh! Ooohhhhhh!! OOOHHHH!!!" Annabeth panted, grunting, cramming my mouth harder than ever against her drooling, tasty pussy.
And then she came. I felt a new spurt of her hot piss blast my chin, and her entire body shook all over. Her hands in my hair pulled on me until it hurt, but I didn't stop licking her.
And she didn't stop shaking.
And then my finger – my hand, my whole arm – was suddenly, forcefully being pushed back, out of the way... and I could feel it coming. Annabeth's turd was about to pop right out!
"Oh fuck! Oh FUCK!" my friend gasped, and suddenly she shoved me away. Hard! Her hands were on my face, ramming me backwards, banging my knees painfully against the other end of the tub as she jammed her feet down on either side of my head, sending piss splashing up all around us.
Her butt rose up into the air, and her thighs closed together with a loud wet smack. Her strong fingers clutched at her ass cheeks, clamping them shut. She snorted and strained and remained stuck for a long time in that awkward, painful-looking position, nearly all her weight on her shoulders, neck, and head at the end of the tub as her butt stayed clenched tight, high up in the air, her hands sealing her crack, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to keep her quivering belly and butt from making what would probably be a very, very big and smelly mess.
I carefully retreated to the other end of the tub and knelt with my back once again jammed against the hateful, hard edge of the faucet. Pee dripped off me everywhere. It felt amazing, knowing it was our piss rolling over my naked skin, dribbling back down into the shallow pool of urine that we'd made together. I was suddenly very cold, and I shivered, feeling goosebumps begin to crawl all over my chilled, smelly flesh. I wanted nothing more than to lay back down in that warm bottom of the tub and roll over and over and over in our pee.
But Annabeth was frozen, still trying to hold in her poo. So I shivered and watched and waited. Would she be like me? Would she like it if she had an accident, too, like I'd had yesterday? Would she want to sniff it later and rub her pussy, like I'd done?
I wondered. I touched my pussy a little, and I watched and I waited.
Why was I so weird, anyway?
And why did being weird thrill me so much?
I tasted Annabeth on my lips, in my mouth, swirled my tongue and relished her flavor as she continued to grunt and strain and fight the battle against her urgent bowels. I'd tasted my first pussy! I'd made Annabeth feel good! And she'd peed on me and almost pooped, too. I felt proud and happy and as horny as ever.
I realized the finger that was lazily, lovingly sliding up and down in my slippery crease was the same one I'd had jammed deep inside Annabeth's bottom. The finger that had been twirling around her firm, fat poop. I brought it up and studied it. There was a little brown around the edges of my fingernail. A little more brown jammed up under the end of the nail.
Looking carefully to see if Annabeth was watching – she wasn't – I sniffed at my finger. It smelled like pussy and pee and yes, I could definitely smell the poo!
I stuck it in my mouth. I scraped the tip of my fingernail across my bottom front teeth, and I shivered all over as I felt the tiny remnant of her turd fall free onto my tongue. Right away I swallowed. It didn't really taste like anything, and I was a little disappointed. There just wasn't enough, with all the other flavors going on, to really make her poo flavor stand out.
By the time I finished sucking and licking and working on my finger, it came out clean-looking and normal. Just after that, Annabeth finally sighed and relaxed, lowering herself back down into the tub and flopping, exhausted, into a semi-comfortable position. Her legs stretched all the way out, and her feet flopped up into my lap. I grabbed them and began tenderly rubbing at her toes and arches, at her chubby instep and around and around her round soft heels.
"Oh, wow," Annabeth whispered, her eyes closed, an arm flung over her face. "That was crazy."
I let go of one foot and took the other in both hands. Then I bent and raised her foot to my eager mouth. As my lips closed around her big toe, she sighed again and chuckled. Her other foot poked me in the belly.
"Hey," she muttered. "It really stinks in here."
But I just shrugged and kept on licking. Sucking. Nibbling. I rubbed my face up and down against her instep, opening my mouth to drag it along the length of her sole. I bit lightly on her heel. I jammed my tongue hard between each of her toes. I groaned and shrugged and didn't stop.
And Annabeth didn't make me.
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