Date: Tue, 21 Oct 2003 16:11:26 +0100 (BST)
From: Emma Parkinson <emmaloveboat@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: A Wet Weekend Part 2 - Bisesual/urination category please.

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...