My name is Emma and I would like to tell you what happened in the second part of our wonderful weekend when Sandy came to stay for the three day holiday break.
You may remember from the first chapter that Sandy and I are both married ladies and we started our love of watersports at around the age of 14. We still take the greatest pleasure from each other's bodies and bodily secretions whenever we can and this weekend which had started off wet looked like getting wetter by the minute.
Oh how I remember that first time we experimented all those 11 years ago. It seems just like yesterday and in my minds eye I see the pubescent Sandy and taste the first taste of wee that would make me into a lifelong pee lover.
After that first time it seemed ages until we did it again, possibly because at that age the opportunities were few and far between. We had some good laughs in between the first and second times and when alone our conversation always reverted to piss and pissing.
We used to panty wet on purpose when walking home together in our school uniforms, skinny little girls who dribbled as they walked and laughed together at the experience.
Our first full blown peeing experience was unplanned, it just happened between two sexually awakening young girls. Our second experience was most carefully planned and was just as exquisite, possibly more so because this time we knew exactly what we were doing and there was no embarrassment or guilt feelings like the first time.
However, that can be told in another story as this one is a continuation from yesterday.
Sunday morning arrived in a blaze of glorious sunshine, not that either of us were aware of it at the time as we were still spark out from the exertions of the previous day and night.
Sandy had one long slim arm curled over my belly, her hand gently resting on my Mons, fingers just touching that special place she worshipped.
It felt strange but wonderful to awaken with my lady love for a change instead of my husband and even though I adore him as Sandy loves her man too we both revelled in the togetherness of our femininity and the fetish that bonded us together like glue. Peeing, pissing, water sports, panty wetting, what have you, whatever one wishes to call it we adored each other's pee -- still do.
Did our husbands know of our arrangement? Well partly. They knew we were lovers but they didn't knot at that time that we were serious pee sluts
And did we care if they knew or not?
Well of course not!! We had all the cock we could possibly want when the men were at home, now was our chance to make up for lost time with each other, alone for a change.
Our husbands are becoming addicted to our fetish as well but both Sandy and I enjoy the feminine piss artist chemistry that we have.
There are some things that I would like Allan (my man) to do to me that have not yet been accomplished, one of which I think is nigh on impossible but I would love him to piss inside me when he is fucking my brains out. The thought of a hard cock full of hot wee deep inside me makes me tremble with anticipation but I suppose the best I can hope for is to have him fuck me and wait till it goes limp, then tell him to let go.
Another fantasy as yet unresolved is for the same thing but this time in my bum. I guess the same tactics will have to be deployed for this as well.
The ultimate of course would be for Allan and Sandy's husband to take me together, one in each hole, have them fuck me for ever and then piss their all deep inside me to be squirted out as and when I wished. And if you add to that having Sandy sat on my face while I eat her out and pissing in my open mouth when she came... Oh well, dream on Emm. Anyway, I had enough on with just my sex mad lover that day.
I looked at her and thought how beautiful she was, how sexy and erotic she was, how utterly depraved and slutty we both were. A pair of pee sluts when we were alone together, normal nice and professional ladies when out with our husbands or at work.
Sandy is exceptionally well spoken, having one of those cut glass English accents one hears now and then and to hear her talk dirty has always turned me on. Hearing her say Fuck or Cunt or Piss sounds erotic coming from her and never sounds at all crude or unladylike.
Sandy stirred and opened one blue eye,
"Yuk!" and closed it again. She is not a morning person.
I slipped out of bed and made tea, took her a cup and tweaked an uncovered nipple to wake her. She looked at her watch.
"Oh Fuck, is it that time," she moaned, it was a little after 11 am and time for brekky.
A long time later having showered and partly dressed -- by that I mean she wore just an XXL T shirt and nothing else -- she emerged looking better than I felt, and I felt good!
We took breakfast on the patio which was now well warmed by the morning sun. Thankfully we had the good sense to buy this house which could not be overseen by any neighbours or they would have had a good eyeful of two prime and tender young cunts as we sat there and displayed our bits to the outside world.
"I need a waz," said Sandy, and suddenly standing and walking to the patio edge she pulled up her T shirt and bent forward exposing her delicious bum to me and any insects that wished to look. Those oh so delectable lips pouted back at me between her lightly tanned buns, those delicate puffy and so sensitive lips that I so adored.
She didn't squat, she just bent forward and pissed and if I had not been so entranced by her rearmost beauty I would have been there and underneath her.
"First one of the day," she said as she shook her ass," you wouldn't have wanted that one Emm because my first is rather strong."
"Plenty more where that came from later," I replied, "but next time I would like the option please, the least you could have done would have been to shake the drips on me." Whingeing bitch that I am!.
We sunbathed naked for a while and Sandy was just about to enter my bum with a finger when I heard the front doorbell ring.
"Who the fuck is that on a Sunday morning," I wondered, slipping my "just long enough to cover my twat" T shirt on again and answering the door.
It was my boss, Jenny who had popped over for a while because her man was also away and she was lonely. Jenny and I were quite sweet on each other at work but we had never taken things further than a kiss on the cheek.
"Oh fuck," I thought, "Oh fukkety fuck, now what the fuck are we going to do?" I was really looking forward to a pissy day with Sandy and now we had this unwanted visitor...don't they always pick the wrong time?
I pictured Sandy going mad with this intrusion and was trying to think of an excuse to make to Jenny as we walked through the house to the rear patio where my lover was still sunbathing naked sunny side up.
"We were...err, sunbathing Jenny," I began, but I noticed her eyes were glued to Sandy's magnificent naked body so I said no more.
Jenny is about 30 and nice looking with a really decent figure but I always thought her a prude when it came to sexual matters. Well, it's probably that we didn't talk much about sex at work, and if I ever mentioned having sex with another woman she became quiet and thoughtful, changing the subject to something else entirely.
Sandy stirred again, she must have heard our talking, got to her feet still stark naked and walked over to us. I introduced them and explained that Jenny had just popped over for some company. Sandy took her hand, pecked a kiss on her cheek and said,
"Hi Jen, come and join us, why don't you."
"Gosh Emm, I'm sorry, I should have called first, but I thought you were probably alone," said Jen looking totally embarrassed.
I soothed her, told her she was welcome to stay and thought,
"Fuck it, I'm not missing the sun just because Jen's arrived unexpectedly, "we're all women here," I thought so I took off my shirt and was as naked as Sandy.
Jen's eyes travelled from one to the other of us, not knowing where to stop or who to concentrate on. I saw her eyes stray to my cunt and linger there.
"Wow," she said, "you're both shaven, I've never done that."
"Get your kit off and join us Jen, nobody else can see," I said, trying to make the best of the situation.
By this time Sandy was exhibiting herself rather lewdly I thought, legs apart and so obviously glistening with some secretion and once again Jen's eyes were drawn to her pale pussy lips just showing the darkling pink inner velvet.
Reluctantly Jen took her clothes off, and I thought she was a prude after all but as it turned out she was just a little embarrassed and nervous getting naked in front of us. Half an hour later with a couple of very large gins inside her she was as at home with it all as we were. Or so I thought.
"I need the bathroom Emm," she said getting up and moving towards the house.
"Do it here Hon," this from Sandy, "we do, it saves all that walking, "Anyway, I need to go again as well, we'll both go together."
Jen's face was a picture! She registered shock and horror both at the same time as Sandy took her hand and led her to the patio edge where the lawn began and holding onto Jen with one hand for balance she lifted a leg and pissed on the lawn.
"No wonder the fucking grass is dying," I thought.
Jen's eyes were glued to the fountain of golden loveliness which streamed from my lover and I could see her shudder slightly though at that time I wasn't sure if it was from revulsion or sexual excitement.
"Your turn," said Sandy with a huge grin.
"I--I...you want me to pee here ? Right in front of you?
"Mmmm, yessss!" I said, rather a shade too loudly because Jen heard me and turned towards me with a grin not unlike Sandy's.
"You're into pee sports?" she asked.
We both nodded.
"Well I never," came the reply," I must say it's something that Dan and I had talked over but never got any further with it. You never mentioned it at work Emm."
"I...err...well the occasion never arose Jen," I muttered.
Sandy, the filthy slut, merely parted Jen's thighs and slid underneath her.
"Do it please Jen, I want to see, want to feel it all over me."
"Well I have to go somewhere, and pretty soon too," said Jen, "are you sure about this?"
Sure about it? The slut was begging for it!! Me too if the truth were told.
I stole up behind Jen and cupped her ample breasts, hoping that I would catch some of the spray at least when she let go.
"I can't," wailed Jen, "It must be nerves, but I feel like I want to burst."
From my position behind I circled her left nipple with my fingers and rubbed her tummy with the other hand, all the while working it lower and lower, putting pressure on her bladder area and desperately wanting to entwine those fingers into her dark curly bush.
It didn't seem to be working so I tried something else and taking my hand from her breast I put it to her cheek and turned her head sideways to me, then I kissed her.
"Oh Emm!" she exclaimed, you have no idea how long I have waited for that kiss!" True, I had no idea but it was a nice surprise and she was a great kisser.
"Wish I'd known earlier Jen," I said, becoming braver with my boss.
My fingers moved as if they had a life of their own and stroked that shiny, curly thatch from behind, just dipping now and then to tickle her clit, back up again to exert more pressure on that reluctant bladder.
She moaned as we kissed and I whispered words of love and encouragement, willing her to break the taboo barrier and let her pee go, because I knew full well that once she started she would not be able to stop herself.
Suddenly there was a sharp pain in the hand that was fondling Jen's clit, and I jerked it away quickly -- it felt like a bite!! I never knew cunts could be so vicious! Realisation dawned when I heard that familiar slurping sound and knew that my slutty lover was eating Jen out. It appeared that Sandy, the eager little fuck, had nibbled my hand to get it out of the way and was guzzling my boss's juices for all she was worth.
"Fuck!" I thought, "she's eating my bonus!"
Jen and I were still kissing when I felt the hand I knew so well slide up my thigh and enter me, pulling me further into contact with Jen's bum. I pressed against her still from behind and began stroking her lower belly again but harder now, Jen moaning as Sandy gradually brought her to climax.
Her arms whipped behind her and clutched hold of my thighs with an iron grasp, the muscles of her belly tensed and rippling, her mouth leaving mine, opening and closing as she took the strain, and then she screamed! Jen was a screamer it seemed. Sandy shouts, I moan like a she devil from Hell but Jen gave out the most ear splitting scream as her pee finally escaped her and the ensuing orgasm engulfed us all.
This was no ordinary piss, nor a ladylike one either, it was more like a tap being turned on full blast. Sandy seemed to be getting it all and I wanted some.
I slid down to my knees behind Jen and tried to part her buttocks so that I could get my face under and between them but they were so tightly clamped together with her orgasm that I couldn't part them at all.
"Fuck this," I thought, and wriggled my face and body further forward, eager to be covered in that golden stream. It caught my breasts and rolled warmly down my belly, snaking in golden rivulets as it entered my own cunt.
"Cunt to cunt in 5 seconds flat," I thought, and wondered not for the first time why fresh pee straight from the fount of love should make me feel soo very sexy and turned on. But it does, oh my God it does.
All good pees come to and end some time and this one was no exception, Jen crumpled rather than fell upon Sandy and I and we all ended up on the piss soaked grass in a tangle of arms, legs and bodies, all wet and pissy.
I asked Jen if she had enjoyed two other women making her cum and having the wee of her life at the same time. She replied that she had never, ever had an orgasm to match the one Sandy gave her and hoped to repeat it as soon as she could. No problem there then!
"That won't be long," I thought as I passed her another gin and tonic, but wondered how she would feel if she were to receive instead of give. So many women are willing to piss on their partners but so few are willing to accept the same in return. I wanted to know.
"Jen?" I asked.
"Emm?" she replied, looking up at me standing over her, thighs parted and holding open my cunt lips for her to view the velvet.
"Jen, would you mind if I..."
The question was never completed as Jen knelt before me, her hands encircling the globes of my bum as her face lips became buried in my nether ones.
We have all heard of "instant experts" in whatever field they come from but knowing that this lady had never drunk from the fount of love before I was amazed at her expertise and the dexterity of her tongue as she went deep inside me to reappear and circle my clit so knowingly.
Sandy knelt behind me and I felt her hands part my bum cheeks, felt her hot breath on my puckered hole so I widened my stance to accommodate her tongue as it darted and worried around the perimeter of my starry entrance. It was pure heaven!
A finger slid inside my cunt, twisted and slid out again all wet and sticky I assumed. The finger replaced the tongue at my rear entrance and inserted itself deep inside my bum and proceeded to move up and down past the sphincter with increasing rapidity which all helped to bring on the next huge orgasm.
I never hold back when an orgasm hits and if I pee then I pee. My husband knows this and likes it, my lover knows it and loves it and now we were about to see how Jen would fare.
She must have known that I would pee but her mouth was clamped to my cunt, drinking my cum and swallowing like a well paid whore. She was loving it! And then I pissed, fast and furiously, I pissed as I came and instead of pulling away her face buried more deeply inside me if that were possible.
As the golden stream subsided I heard Jen scream again and looking down saw that she was masturbating madly, her breasts and body wet and covered with piss.
Still standing there I turned my head to look at Sandy and we smiled. We had another recruit, and a serious player at that.
The wine flowed as did the gin and it never ceases to surprise me how little alcohol is needed to make you want to pee again. A small glass of wine can be turned into half a litre of glistening white piss in minutes after the first time you go for some reason. Maybe that's why I drink white wine.
Sandy was sitting on the swing by this time -- it was left by the previous owners and Allan had painted it and made a feature of it in the garden. We were all a little tipsy by then and game for anything. Sandy is an exhibitionist and loves to shock whenever she can but nothing could have prepared me for her next statement as her gorgeous body swung too and fro.
"Know what I want to do?" she said rather than asked.
"No idea," came my reply,"but I hope it is something naughty that we can all enjoy"
"Omigod yes," from a slightly tipsy Sandy, "I want to fill up and fill up until my belly looks like I'm preggy," she said," then I want to piss on you two until it's all gone."
"Fair enough by me," I thought and Jen was certainly entering into the spirit of the game. Odd isn't it that someone new to something can very quickly become a fanatical convert?
"That's not all," she went on," I want to be tied up at the time and have a melting ice block right deep inside my cunt."
That was the bit that shocked me at first, not the filling up or the tying up at all, but ice inside your pussy??? Omigod, that would be enough to make me pee even if I didn't need to.
I said, "OK Hon, will see what I can do. Stay there on the swing while Jen and I find what you need."
Jen and I walked naked into the house hand in hand leaving Sandy basking on the swing with another glass of wine. I went straight to the fridge and took out two large bottles of chilled water, but the ice was going to be a problem -- we had cubes by the dozen but no block, ah well, she would have to do with cubes then.
Jen mentioned something to tie her with but I had a better idea so we gathered up the water and the cubes and went back outside into the sunshine again to experiment with Sandy's latest pee game.
She grabbed one of the bottles and began to drink and drink, "I need to go right now," she said, but I also want to get as much water in me as well to make it last."
We agreed, we wanted it to last as long as possible too because we were the ones who would benefit from the sight of her pissing and the feeling of it on our bodies.
When she could drink no more we got her to lie on the patio table with her pretty little bum just on the edge and then I made her put her ankles over to her head so that her cunt was exposed to us. I told Sandy to hold her ankles as we had nothing to tie her with, then changed my mind and suggested that Jen get on top of her so they could 69. I would stand in front (lucky me) and make sure her legs were pushed back.
We placed a cushion in the small of Sandy's back so she would be comfy, she looked so edible lying there and I noticed that Jen couldn't keep her eyes from those tasty lips, or her hands either because she was stroking my lover's cunt already and we hadn't started yet.
Jen climbed unsteadily on top of Sandy and wedged her pussy firmly into her face. Jen had a huge smile on her face as she opened Sandy's lips and was about to start eating her when I said, "Ice Jen," and her fingers opened my lover's cunt to receive the first cube.
There was a sharp intake of breath at that point as you may well imagine, more of a wail really as I pushed it home with another cube and the third cube was all she could stand before she began to complain of a frostbitten cunt.
Sandy's belly was slightly distended by then and I suppose things may have taken a little longer to work if my boss hadn't been squashing the lower part of that belly which made Sandy gasp and flirt an ice cube out of her gorgeous love hole.
Jen began to finger Sandy's clit while I, being more experienced I supposed, just knelt in front of her fount waiting for the stream to hit me. It didn't take long! She had by no means begun to orgasm when a solid stream of pee emerged and hit me full in the face. I caught some in my mouth like the slut I am and rubbed even more into my body. It was like receiving nectar from a Goddess!
Jen and Sandy continued to lick each other and Sandy's stream of pee was interrupted now and then when Jen's face got in the way. I was covered in pee and frigging my clit madly with one hand while the other was rubbing that wonderful liquid into my breasts and belly. I think we must have all come together that time because we made such a noise between us. And the pee still dribbled from those gorgeous lips.
Evening was upon us and we were so exhausted from all those orgasms that I suggested we shower and have a nap. In any case Jen was in no fit state to drive home and we were in no fit state to take her.
One by one we showered, the urge for more sex not upon us then. I fitted our waterproof sheet onto the bed just in case...well one never knows does one? Accidents can happen to us all, lol.
We dozed comfortably in a tangle of naked flesh, more than dozed it seemed when I awoke because it was 1 am on Monday morning, jerking awake in alarm and thinking of work when I suddenly remembered it was a Holiday day. Thank God for that!! But our men would be home for lunch and the wet weekend would be over. I felt sad.
I also felt a stealthy hand creeping up my thigh and idly wondered to whom it belonged, not that it mattered because I felt horny again and needed to dispose of last evening's wine. Someone was in for a steamy one when I let this lot go!!
The hand fell away so whoever it was had drifted off to sleep again it seemed. It was at that point when I decided to wake the girls, after all, why should I be awake and not them? Sandy was lying on her tummy with her delectable bums slightly parted, so inviting that I couldn't help myself.
Moving quietly I straddled those perfect bum cheeks with my pussy already dripping just inches above and had just started to piss between them when...
The fucking bedroom door opened and the light came on. Twas my husband and Tim who, it was explained later had driven home early to spend the rest of the holiday with their wives. And they caught me pissing on Sandy's love cheeks from the rear with yet another naked woman in bed with us!
"Oh Fuck. Oh Fuckety Fuck," I thought, still pissing for dear life, "Oh deary me."
To be continued...