Unquenchable

WARNING: This is a watersports story. Explicit lesbian pee sex. If that's not your kink, better skip this one.

This story is a work of fiction. A figment of the author's imagination. It is not meant to be big on realism. It's a fantasy, and nothing more than a gratuitous vehicle for kinky lesbian sex. I make no excuses for it.

(Thanks to my partner Suzy, for her input to this)

All characters are fictitious, and any that are involved in sexual activities are over 18.

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I have no idea why lesbian pee sex is so incredibly horny to me, but ever since I first discovered it, I've been hooked. I can't get enough of it, and I could never have a girlfriend who wasn't into it. It just wouldn't work.

I sometimes wonder if it's just because it's associated with pussy because, even without the watersports, I'm addicted to pussy. Just. Completely. Addicted.

I also think being wet is just so bloody erotic. I can get turned on in the shower, in the bath, even in the rain. I remember one time I got caught in the rain on my way home from town on my Vespa. I had no waterproofs with me, and I had to just brave it. I couldn't believe how horny the trickles of water down my cleavage felt, let alone my erect nipples against my wet shirt, and how my sodden jeans clung to my thighs. It made me shiver, and it wasn't because of the cold.

When I got home, I stripped naked and got under the shower for a long wank, deliberately pissing on my hand just as I came, then licking it clean. I was so unbelievably horny.

I obviously had the pee kink in me, but it was my first experience of actual pee sex that really hooked me. There was no escape after it and I quickly became addicted. Just. Completely. Addicted.

So how did it come about? Well, I'd better start with an introduction. I'm Phoebe, a 21 year old English undergrad. I'm slightly built, average height, shoulder-length straight brown hair, small tits... pretty unremarkable really, apart from my dirty, kinky libido, which is beastly.

I've known I'm lesbian as long as I can remember. Girls always grabbed me more than boys, and as soon as I started playing around with them It was confirmed. I was gay. There was never an 'Oh no, I'm gay' moment. I embraced it right from the start. Girls were pretty. Girls were fun. Girls were hot.

I'd been "playing around" for a while when I first encountered Maxie (Maxine) who was my new roommate in year 2 at uni, and things were about to get much hotter and much wetter.

Maxie is mixed race. She calls herself black, and that's OK, but she's not much blacker than me really. She does have black curly hair, and features that are slightly African, but her skin is a gorgeous honey-gold colour (like her pee, actually). I don't think of her as black or white, she's just my girlfriend. I don't care what colour she is.

She's quite a lot of woman. Not fat, but tall and big-boned. She has gorgeous prominent collar bones, amazing hips and tits, a luscious big bum, and a hairy pussy with lovely tight little black curls and big, pouty, fleshy lips. She always seems more mature, somehow, though she's actually the same age as me.

When we met, I was stunned by her sheer presence, and super-stoked when I found out she was lez, and I wasted no time at all making it known that I was too, and that I was interested in her.

It didn't take long before we were sleeping in the same bed and having a fucking great time. I mean a great time fucking, and it was only a couple of weeks before the kink emerged.

I came back from a lecture and she was in the shower. She heard me come in and she called out to me. 'Get your kit off and get in here, Phoebe. I'm as horny as fuck.'

I didn't need telling a second time. It wasn't our first shower together, and I already knew I loved it. I stripped in a flash and joined her in the bathroom. There was lots of kissing - I love kissing under the shower -- and lots of feeling each other's bits, but it was when I was on my knees eating her that I got the surprise.

She was wonderfully hot and slippery, and I was gorging on her fleshy flaps, when her taste suddenly changed to something drier and more salty. My mouth was already being flooded with shower water, but now I was getting something extra. I looked up at her with surprise, and she smiled down at me, and then turned the shower off. She also stopped her own stream, and there was a pause. I guess I knew what was happening and I did nothing except wait for her to pee on me again.

Obviously encouraged by my apparent willingness, her stream restarted, dribbling off her lips at first, then building back to a strong, sustained stream. I just sat there in the bath and let it happen, and I couldn't believe how sensuous and horny it was. I opened my mouth to take it, eagerly, but then she pressed my head down and went up on tiptoes so that my whole face was bathed in her hot piss.

I wasn't shocked. Surprised, yes, but most of all incredibly aroused. I'm not sure what it was about it. The wetness? The taste of it? The surprise? Or maybe the submissive aspect of letting her do that to me. I suppose it was a combination of all those things. Whatever it was, it was powerful.

I slumped down into the bath, frigging myself furiously, and she turned the water back on and stood astride me as she rinsed herself off, showering me again as I came helplessly. It was so unbelievably horny.

As I recovered from a shattering orgasm, I started getting up, saying 'Oh my god, babe, what did you do to me? That was so friggin hot!'

She smiled and took my hand to help me up. My legs were wobbly, the climax had been so intense. 'Oh God, I'm so glad you liked it. I wasn't sure you would.'

We pulled the shower curtain back, got out of the bath, and started drying ourselves. 'Yeah, weirdly, I loved it. I didn't know you were into that though. You never mentioned it.'

'No... I meant to, but the time never seemed right. Then there we were under the shower, and you were right where I wanted you... I just couldn't resist.'

'How long have you been into it?'

'Oh, quite a while. It started when I was taking a bath one day and a wave of horniness came over me and I pissed on myself. I don't know what possessed me. I had my feet on the sides of the bath, lifting my pussy out of the water and wanking, and I sent an arc of pee into the air and right into my mouth. It was hot, and I did it tons of times after that. It always gave me gut-wrenching orgasms. But I knew it would be even hotter if I could get another girl to do it to me.'

'Wow,' I said. I couldn't think of anything else to say just then, but my brain was wondering what that would feel like.

'I wondered if I was weird, or if other girls were into it,' she continued, 'so I joined a subreddit called Lesbian Sex Talk, and asked the question. I was amazed how many women said they were. They were all in the bloody States though.

'Anyway, I hooked up with Carla. You know Carla, don't you?' I nodded. 'I told her about it and she agreed to give it a try. Oh my God, it was so hot. That was it. There was no turning back.'

'Mm, I can imagine,' I said. I already knew I wanted more of it.

'Carla and I had some fun. She was very sexy and playful, and she was into lots of... stuff, but I could always tell she wasn't quite into the pee thing like I was. She always used to spit rather than swallow, or turn her face away, and I found that a bit off-putting... You didn't do that though.'

'No, I didn't. I wanted it. I had a lust for it '

'You're my kind of girl, Phoebe.' She smiled and kissed me, then we went to eat.

Just this one experience, and Maxie had me hooked. From that point on, we were firmly joined by a mutual kink, and we still are. I couldn't imagine giving her up. Where would I find someone else like her?

It's been two years now, and it's been two years of complete sexual abandon. We've thoroughly explored our kinkiest fantasies, and recently we even got Carla involved with us in a threesome, which was super-hot. We also found the solution to her tendency to spit. More about that later.

Here are some of my hottest memories of those two years.

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I don't want to give the impression that we always do pissing when we have sex, because we don't. Sometimes we have "normal" lesbian sex (Maxie always chuckles at the idea of "normal" lesbian sex) and I love all the things that "normal" lesbian couples do; kissing, boob play (she has great boobs) pussy play, and of course oral sex. I especially love the oral sex, and Maxie gets very wet, even when there's no pissing. She's delish.

It's the watersports that gets us the most excited though, so for the purposes of this little missive I'll concentrate on that.

The second time we indulged in pee play was the very next day. Ever since the shower, I couldn't get it out of my head. I wanted her to piss on me again, and it would be even better this time because I'd know it was coming.

I could hardly concentrate on my lectures, I was so horny with anticipation. Maxie is on a different course to me, and we don't see each other much during the day, so I texted her in the afternoon, saying 'Save up your pee for me, babe. I'll be gagging for a drink when I get back.'

Her reply made my pussy jolt. 'Oh you'd better be thirsty when I get there. I'll have plenty for you.' OMG this was so horny.

As soon as the lecture was over I bolted back to the room as fast as could go. I was there first. Excellent. I knew she'd only be a few minutes, so I undressed rapidly, spread almost every towel in the place on the floor, and sat in the middle of them, facing the door, so that she'd be greeted by the sight of naked me, surrounded by towels, just waiting for her.

My pussy was throbbing with desire as I sat there, but I resisted fingering myself. I wanted to come while I was drinking her pee.

The anticipation was almost unbearable as I sat there, and my nipples were erect like little bullets with arousal.

Finally I heard her key in the door.

She walked in and stopped dead in her tracks. Her jaw dropped, and then a smile broke out on her face. 'Weelll now, that's what I like to see. Eagerness.'

She dropped her bag and walked over to me, slowly, while lifting her skirt and pulling the gusset of her knickers aside, then she changed her mind and let go of the gusset so it covered her pussy again. She held up her skirt with one hand, stepped astride me and put her other hand on my head to pull me against her, rubbing her panty crotch against my mouth. 'Mmm, fuuck, that's hot.'

I leaned back more on my hands and she moved forward over me, straddling my shoulder so that my head was between her legs. Her pussy-smell was Intoxicating; musky, earthy, and already slightly pissy. It made my head swim.

I knew she was about to piss on me through her knickers and I opened my mouth in anticipation. I wanted her piss, craved it in a completely rabid way. I lay the flat of my tongue against the already damp material of her gusset and willed her to let me have it. Come on Maxie, give it to me.

Showing impressive control, she just let a trickle dribble out, soaking the fabric and bathing my tongue in salty piquant pee. It was weirdly delicious. I had no urge to spit it out at all, which was just as well, since there was much more to come.

She breathed a slightly desperate 'Fuck,' and stepped back to drop her knickers and skirt, then stepped forward again and thrust her hairy pussy into my face. I started eating her eagerly, loving the pissy-pussy taste of her and the feel of those tight curls against my nose. 'Oh, yeah Phoebe. Eat me... fuck, fuck, fuck.'

She lasted about 30 seconds before she couldn't hold back any longer, and hot piss suddenly gushed out of her in a huge flood. I covered her pee hole immediately and tried to swallow it, but my mouth was instantly full and it overflowed, pouring down my cheeks and cascading over my boobs and belly, and down between my legs, streaming over my pussy to soak into the towels.

She let out a long gasping groan of relief, and steadied herself against the sofa as her stream went on for some time, and I sat in a spreading puddle of pee, chugging. She really had been saving it up.

Eventually, the deluge dwindled and I was able to breath normally again. She knelt down next to me, and licked my face, then we looked at each other and burst out laughing. 'Oh my God, M, you don't believe in easing me in gently, do you?'

'Well you asked for it.'

'Yea, I know, but... Fucking hell.

'Do you still like it?'

'Yeah, absolutely. It's insanely hot.'

'You still have to do it to me yet.'

'Oh yeh, I guess I do. Never thought about that.' It was true, I hadn't. I'd been too obsessed with her doing it to me.

'You have to try it, Phoeb. It's super-hot but in a different way. C'mon, let's do it.'

What, now?'

'Yes, now.'

She picked up one of the drier towels and draped it over the arm of the sofa, then she sat on the floor, leaning back against it. 'Come here and frig yourself off over my face. I want your juice AND your pee.'

'I got up and stood astride her with my pussy close to her face and started wanking, rubbing my clit and my lips with two fingers. I was very wet and bursting to come by this point, and I didn't think it was going to take long...

'Yeah, that's it, wank that little pussy,' she said, gazing up at me as she fingered hers lustily. 'Hold your pee,. Let it go when you start coming... Ohh, fuck you're so hot.'

I'd been saving mine up as well and it was an extraordinary feeling having a bursting bladder and an orgasm rising at the same time. My fingers went faster and faster, and I'm sure I was dribbling pee as well as pussy juice as my orgasm approached.

'Yeh... oh yeh... keep going... yeh... fuck it, fuck it, fuck it.' I think her come was also pretty close, and her face was a picture of wild abandon as she waited for my flood.

My orgasm took a big breath, then roared through me like a whirlwind, and I just released the tension that had been (almost) holding my pee. What a fantastic sensation. A powerful jet of piss spurted out of me, hosing her face, and she turned her head from side to side as if to feel it everywhere.

My legs went weak at the knees, but I managed to stay upright. I even went back to wanking, to try to get just a little more orgasm out of myself, as my stream began to dwindle. Maxie dipped her head to catch the final dribbles in her mouth, still finger-fucking her pussy, then she swallowed, and immediately erupted into a shuddering, shaking climax.

When it all subsided, we were left sitting on pee-soaked towels, with pee-soaked hair, and glistening pee-soaked bodies. We kissed, exploring the now somehow different pee and pussy taste in our mouths, and she said 'Wow, that was fucking mega-hot. I'm never letting YOU go.' I chuckled, because that was exactly what I was thinking.

We now had the mother of all pissy messes to clear up. We showered and dressed (that bit was easy) then collected up the towels and wet knickers etc, and dumped them in our plastic laundry tub. We didn't have our own washing machine, so I'd have to take them to the communal utility room, just along the hall.

There was a heavy odour of pee and sex, so I couldn't really go there if anyone else was in there. I couldn't really see myself saying a breezy 'Hi' to someone then proceeding to load the machine with a pile of sodden, pissy towels that probably exceeded its maximum load weight.

I picked up the tub and peered surreptitiously out of the door. Good, the hallway was empty and I couldn't hear a sound from the utility room. I padded along to the room and peeped in. Excellent, it was empty and the washer was not in use.

God, that tub was heavy...

I loaded the sodden towels, knickers etc into the machine and set it on a spin cycle, then poured the remaining pee out of the tub and rinsed my hands. The machine almost shook the building when it started spinning.

Once the spin was over, I set a cool wash, grabbed the mop and bucket, and tiptoed back to the room. I noted the remaining time on the wash programme so that I could return to do the unload. I could just imagine someone else coming to use the machine, and looking baffled as they unloaded five towels, one pair of knickers, one bra, one skirt, and one shirt. How odd.

I was realising that being into pee sex has its logistical problems.

Anyway, once we realised we were into pee -- I mean, REALLY into it -- we couldn't stop playing with it, and Maxie has an amazing kinky imagination. I never knew what naughty little kink she'd come up with next and to this day we still surprise each other regularly with something lewd and unexpected

I'm still in wonder about the stroke of luck that brought us together. Two gay girls with a pee kink end up sharing a room. What were the chances?

I think a pee kink is something you either have or don't have. I can't imagine that it's possible to develop one if you didn't have the predilection already, but maybe I'm wrong.

I've found that I'm happy being the "pisser" as well as the "pissee" and I do get a lot of salacious pleasure out of watching her gulp down my pee, but I definitely get more when she does it to me. My absolute favourite is when she queens me and holds her pee to let it go just as she comes. She says it's the best feeling in the world, and I agree!

Being trapped in that hot, steamy place between her legs, feeling her bum cheeks squishing down on me, getting wetter and more slippery as I suck and lick her succulent lips, is just sublime. I love her harsh curly pubes rasping my nose, her hot creamy flesh smearing my face, and the delicious anticipation, knowing I'm going to get a salty, sapid flood of pee when she comes. OMG. Sensual overload.

As well as having an imagination for little special kinks, Maxie also has a liking for doing it in risky places, where we might get caught, like outdoors, in public, or in a pub toilet -- and not always in a cubicle.

One time, we were out on a bike ride -- we both have mountain bikes and like to go for rides sometimes -- and we were coming back through the park. We had been out for nearly an hour and it was a warm, sunny day so we were pretty hot and sweaty, and as we passed by the ornamental gardens, she called to me, 'Phoebe, stop a minute, I need a pee.'

We stopped and she leaned her bike against a tree and nipped into the bushes, giving me a lewd little grin. Oh, what the hell, I needed a pee as well.

I leant my bike next to hers and joined her, but we couldn't just have a pee, could we? Oh no. 'Here, let me wash some of that sweat off you,' she said, and I knelt at her feet as she pulled her cycling shorts down to her knees.

The first spurt went over my shoulder, but I repositioned myself so she could shower me. It was an impressively long pee, and I got down low under the stream to get the full benefit. It was a little weird feeling her jet of pee hitting my head through the vents in my cycling helmet, then dribbling down across my face. I licked my lips. Mmm salty.

As her stream subsided, she was still standing there, holding her lips apart with both hands and I couldn't resist giving her pussy a few quick licks. She shivered. 'Ooh, just wait til I get you home, but first, I need a shower.'

She pulled me to my feet, then sat down on the leafy ground, and I stood very close to her and pushed my shorts down to below my pussy. I was pretty desperate by now, and let go a powerful jet of pee, which sprayed off her helmet until she could get her mouth in the stream. She groaned, a lust-laden groan, as my piss overflowed her mouth, and then she started gulping it down as fast as she could. Well, I guess it was a pretty good electrolyte drink, after all.

We emerged from the bushes, soaked in each other's piss, but rather than just get back on our bikes, we looked around furtively. The park was pretty quiet, with just a woman walking a dog, and an old guy cycling slowly through, so we went and jumped in the ornamental fountain for an even wetter shower. We were still fully kitted up, with helmets and shoes on, but we didn't give a fuck.

Unlike our piss, the water was freezing cold, and even with sports bras on, our nipples were fit to poke someone's eyes out. They were certainly likely to make someone's eyes POP out. The old guy nearly wobbled off his bike as he rode past.

We set off to ride the last mile home, soaked to the skin, with water dripping out of our shoes, and as horny as hell. I don't know about Maxie, but I was fizzing with excitement and anticipation.

We burst into the room, dumped our kit in a heap and jumped straight onto one of the twin beds for a fantastic fuck. We did a transcendent 69 (with her on top, my favourite way) and just abandoned ourselves to oral heaven, chasing each other's orgasms as we gorged on the pleasure of the flesh. God, I love pussy.

That fuck was something special. The endorphins from the bike ride, the naughty golden showers in the bushes, the mad abandon of the play in the fountain, the libidinous build up on the final ride home... It all added up to explosive sex. I just couldn't get enough of the salty, sexy taste of her. Cycling, showers and sex. I recommend it to all lesbians.

After a fuck like this, you'd expect our libidos to be calmed for a while, but this was still early in our relationship and we were endlessly horny for each other. Sometimes, in lectures, I'd tune out and daydream about Maxie; her boobs, her bum, her hips, her gorgeous lips, and her curly hair, especially when it was dripping with droplets of my pee... I wondered if I could even hope to get a degree at the end of this course, when my head was so full of her preternatural pussy.

One day, I bumped into her in the corridor. We were both between lectures and heading for the loos. What a golden opportunity.

'Hey babe,' she grinned. 'Are you joining me for a pee?'

I say a golden opportunity, but there was a limit. I mean, we couldn't really shower each other fully clothed then return to lectures soaked in piss, could we? We could have a little pee fun though.

We both went into the same cubicle and she quickly took off her jeans and stood astride the bowl. She let her pee dribble out slowly and I cupped my hands under her to catch some, then sucked it up from my palms, repeating it over and over with relish. Her stream went on for a long time and I was able to savour quite a lot of her bittersweet piss.

When she finished, we swapped places and I returned the favour, though my control is not as good as hers and she got splashed, a little. 'Ah don't worry, if anyone asks I'll just say I splashed myself washing my hands.'

We stood and kissed, enjoying the taste of our pee in our mouths, and we fingered each other a little. Not all the way to orgasm, but it was a nice little bit of foreplay to get us revved up ready for that evening.

While this was going on, other girls were coming and going, and they could probably hear us (we did giggle excitedly a few times) but we didn't care. So we're gay and horny. So what?

Later that afternoon, she caught me up as I was heading back to the room, which was unusual. She was obviously eager because she usually walks much more slowly than me. I'm almost always "home" first.

'Hey babe.'

'Hiya'

'That was hot in the loo earlier, eh?'

'Yes it was,' I beamed. 'I loved the kissing.'

'Ooh me too. Pissy kisses. Mmm.'

As soon as we got through the door she pounced on me, kissing me like a wild thing and almost tearing my clothes off. There's nothing, NOTHING so exhilarating in this world than Maxie in this mood. We undressed each other fervidly and fell onto the sofa, kissing and groping each other.

She moved up and I got to suck on those marvellous tits of hers. Her nipples were erect and scrunchy, and I sucked them like a hungry baby as she imposed herself on me. Oh God, how I love that. The feeling of her fleshy form pressing me into the sofa cushions, her harsh pubes against my leg, and the way she kissed the top of my head as I suckled. So sensuous.

'Give me your pussy,' I urged, pulling her upwards by her bum cheeks, and she moved up to queen me. She put one leg up on the sofa's backrest, trapping me in the corner, against the armrest, and I ate her wonderfully piquant pussy greedily. The taste of her was out-of-this-world delicious to me at that moment, and she'd obviously been building her arousal for quite a while -- she was delightfully slick and syrupy.

I put my hands on her bootyful bum to hold her against me even more firmly, and just pigged out on her plump, wet, hairy pussy until her grunts and tremors told me she was near. I knew she wouldn't piss on me on the sofa, but it was still going to be a pretty wet orgasm, and the anticipation of that final little dribble of orgasm juice was exquisite.

I loved that feeling, and I deliberately extended it, slowing my caresses, holding her on the trembling, teetering edge until she moaned, then suddenly rasping her clit with my tongue, waggling it from side to side to send her over the precipice. She groaned. A primal animal groan, and I felt the tendons in her groins tense, then a hot trickle of runny juice dribbled over my chin.

She remained for some time, slumped to one side on the back of the sofa, breasts heaving with her elevated breathing, and I just enjoyed the incomparable feeling of being trapped in a world of soft, steamy flesh and female sex fluids, as my fingers gently fucked my pussy. It was some kind of sensual Elysium.

Eventually, she climbed off me and bent to kiss me and lick my face. 'Oh darlin, you are a keeper.'

She looked at my fingers, still playing with my pussy. I had an orgasm building, nice and slowly, and she said, 'Let me help you with that.' She moved my hand away, and then brought her face close to mine and gazed into my eyes as she slowly slid two fingers into me. She maintained this mesmeric eye-contact as she pumped her fingers in and out, ever so slowly and salaciously, curling them up to tease my spot with each curving thrust.

She coaxed me upwards exquisitely to my climax with those magic fingers, and when I was on the brink, she kissed me with those impossibly sensual lips of hers. OMG. I exploded. All my desire and arousal, built up over hours, consummated in that few seconds of aching bliss.

We may have slaked our urgent sexual thirsts, but that just made us horny and playful, and with Maxie that's a recipe for gallons of wet, wet fun.

She took me to our little kitchen area and pulled out a dining chair into the middle of the floor. Then she sat me on it and knelt down, a little distance away, sitting on her heels with a devilish little smirk on her face. 'Pee on me, she said, lewdly.'

'Come closer then,' I said as I shuffled my bum to the edge.

'No, see if you can reach me from there.' It was a typical little Maxie game. She loves playing like this.

I was pretty desperate for a pee, as I often am after sex, and I let the pressure build a little, then let it go. A golden arc of pee flew through the air and landed... on her legs, so I stopped the stream, shuffled down a little more, and pulled up on my pussy with a finger, then I let my pee flow again.

That was better, the jet arced over her head, wetting her hair, and she leaned back further to catch it in her mouth. The stream was a little scattered at that distance though, so her face and body got a pretty good shower as well. She looked so hot sitting there, leaning back on her hands with my piss splattering all over her and making her skin glisten.

As soon as the stream started to weaken, she jumped up and came to kiss me, and we swapped my salty pee back and forth between us. We both love a pissy kiss like this, and we traded that sapid liquid back and forth, tongue to tongue, until it had all either dribbled and drooled out of our mouths or been swallowed.

Her tits were bathed in saliva and piss and she stood up and fed them to me, holding them up in her hands until I had licked every inch of them, and I did so with relish. They are delish at any time, but with a sapid coating like that... Mm mmm.

She stepped back and pointed to the floor. 'Sit there where I was.' Oh God, now I was gonna get it...

My heartbeat leapt as I knelt in my puddle of pee on the kitchen floor and she sat her awesome arse on the dining chair. She had the lewdest little smirk on her face as she leaned back and brought fingertips to pussy lips.

I knew I was in for something special because one thing I'd learned about Maxie is that she has fantastic control. Way better than me. She can stop her pee stream at will, and start it again, so she can use it to tease, and she does. She can also control the flow amazingly well, from a dribble -- or even just dripping - to a full-on super-soaker, and the way she uses these skills is just unbelievably hot.

I sat on my heels and wondered what she would do this time. I knew it would be something incredibly lewd and lascivious and my eager anticipation was sky high. My fingers were uncontrollably busy between my legs.

She kept me waiting though. Using her fingers to give me a mouth-watering pussy show; raking her glistening pubes, spreading her lips wide, and fingering herself with a single digit, knowing that I love to see that.

I wanted her pee though. 'C'mon Maxie, give it to me, I'm dying...'

'Patience dear, it's building up, specially for you. Come here and eat my cunt.'

Oh, God, I love those words. I crawled forward and buried my face in her wet bush, tonguing her fleshy, tasty lips avidly, and she put a hand on the back of my head and grabbed a handful of hair to hold me in place. It was completely unnecessary -- I wasn't going to leave this succulent fruit in a hurry, but it always heightens my arousal when she does that.

I gorged on her for some time, and her clit became twitchy. Just as I was wondering if she was going to let me take her all the way to orgasm, she pulled my head away from her addictive flesh by a couple of inches. She gave a funny 'ah' sound and let a little spurt of pee out. It missed my mouth and trickled over my nose and cheek, but I captured some with my tongue.

'That was just a taster. Sit back where you were.' Her voice was tremulous and croaky. I think she was very close to orgasm, but it's a favourite thing -- for both of us -- to try to pee and come at the same time. It's an incredible feeling, and she was building up to it.

I sat back in the pee puddle and she let go a huge burst of pee, which arced through the air to splash over my head and face. Fucking wonderful.

She stopped the stream, briefly, then let go another. Splash. Perfectly aimed on my head. Then another. Splash. I threw my head back and opened my mouth wide to catch the next one. Splash. Splash. Gargle. Swallow.

My hand was a blur, fucking my pussy in a frenzy of sensational, sensual, sensorial, stimulation. My whole body was afire.

Suddenly, she jumped up and stepped over to me, almost slipping on the piss-wet floor. Pee and pussy juice were dribbling down her legs -- her control had deserted her -- and her desperation was palpable. She grabbed my hair and slammed my head into her pussy, gasping and groaning. 'Eat me Phoebe, lick my cunt. Ohhhh, fucking HEEELLLL!

I tongued her dribbling, drooling pussy like my life depended on it, while simultaneously finger-fucking myself to a monumental orgasm, and we howled in concert with each other, crying out our ecstatic release. Jenna and Tess next door would definitely have heard us, but they must have been used to it by that point.

Maxie slowly subsided to her knees, one of her big boobs sliding gorgeously over my wet face as she slumped down, and we remained for a long delicious aftermath, sitting in a pool of piss, arms around each other to support our limp, oh-so satisfied bodies.

The chill made us stir ourselves eventually, and it suddenly felt icky to be covered in piss. It's strange how pee becomes a bit unpleasant in the immediate aftermath, yet in the throes of lubricious lust it can seem like the most delicious thing on the planet. Well, maybe the second most delicious, after pussy juice.

We showered together, and I soaped her wonderfully fleshy body -- one of my favourite after sex activities -- then we emerged, clean and fresh-smelling again.

We looked, ruefully, at Lake Pee, and Maxie said, 'I'll get the mop and bucket. Again.'

***

Obviously, our room gets a regular soaking, and that mop and bucket gets heavy use. We've become like Mrs & Mrs Mop. If mopping was an Olympic sport, we'd win gold.

Our room isn't the only place we have fun though. With Maxie, everywhere has potential, and she's always thinking up new ideas to spice up our sex life even more - as if it needs any extra spice. I love her dirty imagination. As well as the pub toilets and the bushes in the park, we've also fucked in her car, on a train, and in the university library.

These didn't all involve pee, obviously, though we also fucked in the swimming pool changing rooms once, and that definitely did.

I'm a fan of long, long, sex sessions, lasting for hours, and Maxie is too, but she also likes something quick and dirty sometimes, so I guess it's lucky that we can both reach orgasm pretty fast when we are turned on. It's sometimes hard keeping quiet though -- especially so in the uni library.

As I said, she's great at thinking up new ideas, and one of our newest kinks is adding fruit juice to our pee-drinking games. I don't think actually using fruit for sex is all that unusual, I mean, who hasn't been fucked with a banana? But Maxie has recently introduced me to some strange new cocktails.

We were playing around on the sofa, half-naked and obviously heading for some full-on, squirting fun, when she suddenly said, 'Wait a minute, I want to try something.' She got up and went to the kitchen, returning with a glass, which was half full of a liquid that looked like pee.

'Have you peed in that?' I said, suspiciously. I know how BAD she can be, so I was wondering what she had in mind.

'No not yet. It's apple juice. I hope you need a pee though, so you can top this up for me.'

I shook my head at her shameless perviness, but I always go along with her depraved little games -- so far, anyway. I got up and took the glass from her, then I pulled my knicker gusset aside and topped it up to the brim, only just managing to stop before it overflowed.

She had the lewdest glint in her eye as she took the glass from me, and drained it in one long chug.

'Delicious,' she said, licking her lips. 'Now it's your turn. Just let me get the carton of juice...'

She did the same for me, filling the glass to overflowing with her hot pee, and handed it to me, saying 'Bottoms up, weee.' God, she's so fucking WICKED.

The taste of it was odd, but not unpleasant, and I drained the glass in three long gulps. The sheer lewdness of drinking each other's piss like this made us so super-horny we were soon on the floor, fucking each other's brains out.

It's a game we've repeated since, trying different juices, and I think peach is my favourite. There's a certain syrupiness to it, which feels quite sensual in the mouth. Mm.

We sometimes drink each other's pee, like that first time, and sometimes our own, and I can never decide which feels most naughty. I do enjoy watching her fill a glass then drink it while gazing brazenly into my eyes the whole time. So pervy.

Talking of drinking my own, when Maxie told me the story of how her pee kink took off - pissing on herself in the bath - I was fascinated. As soon as she told me about it, I knew I had to try it, and a few days later I got the opportunity when I had a lecture-free morning.

As soon as Maxie left, I started running a bath. I don't usually have baths; it's much easier to just step in and turn the shower on, but I felt the occasion demanded it, and I wanted to try to recreate what Maxie had described.

I added a little bubble bath and settled down into the warm water. It was very luxurious, and very lubricious, knowing what I was planning to do, and I just lay for a while, watching my boobs bobbing gently in the suds, my nipples erect and rude, despite the steamy warmth.

I slipped a finger into my vagina and a little thrill went through me as I felt how slippery and oily it was in there. Much more so than the soapy water. I teased my labia this way and that, and circled my clit salaciously, winding up my juice machine and filling me with a delicious sense of anticipation.

I was very aroused, and I decided to take myself all the way, then do the pee thing on the way to a second orgasm. Just thinking about the pee thing was a tremendous aid to my orgasm, and I coaxed it forth slowly but surely, completely at my own pace, until my body flared into an exquisite paroxysm, toes curling and bubbling as my jerking body set off a stormy tempest in the bath. Water actually splashed over the side.

I lay, wallowing in the pleasure of my orgasmic aftermath for a while, then I started again, this time finger-fucking myself with one hand, while squirling my clit with the other. My little button was a bit sensitive now, but that just added to the exquisite sensation, and very gentle, cosseting caresses were enough to start the orgasm express building up steam again.

It was time. I'd avoided having a pee ever since I got out of bed, and my bladder was straining with fullness. This was going to be a big one. I placed my feet on the edges of the bath, and raised my hips out of the water, while continuing to tenderly tease my clit. The flood was imminent.

I gazed up over my glistening wet stomach and hip bones, focusing on my pussy, and let it go...

It was powerful, and the initial spurt jetted against the wall above my head. It was not easy to control (Maxie is much better at this than me) but I tried to regulate the stream. My abdominal muscles grappled gamely with the pressure and finally I achieved the perfect flow; a golden arc that showered my head and face, and quickly filled my open mouth to overflowing. I swallowed, and opened again, and gulped down four mouthfuls in quick succession before the stream dwindled to meandering rivulets trickling over my body.

I had paused my wank as I just concentrated on the extraordinary sensation of this auto-erotic golden shower, but now I resumed, frigging myself fervidly to orgasm and, oh my God what an orgasm. My vaginal muscles ached with intense spasms, my whole body fizzed, and my nipples looked ready to blast off into space. It was literally breathtaking.

The aftermath, too, was wondrous. I lay in a cooling bath, half-submerged in a liquid that was a cloudy mixture of soapy water, pussy juice, and piss, and I had no desire to ever get out. I was wallowing in liquid bliss.

Eventually, the inevitable chill got the better of my licentious lolling and I got up, pulled the plug, and turned on the shower.

This was something of a eureka event, and nowadays I can hardly take a bath without trying to recreate it. It's a private pleasure that Maxie and I both indulge in, but separately, it's not something we can share, obviously, but we do talk about it and compare experiences.

As our relationship developed, and our sexual activities got more and more adventurous, Maxie was keen on arranging a threesome. With pee of course. 'Imagine having even more pee to play with,' she'd say.

I'm sure there are websites where you could meet someone for this, but Maxie concentrated on her ex, Carla. She already had experience, and an intimate connection with Carla, so she was convinced that she was our most likely candidate for such a tryst. I didn't know Carla well, so I just left it to Maxie to try to convince her to indulge.

It took a while. She was obviously a bit reluctant, but one day quite recently she made the breakthrough. She arrived home with a beaming grin. 'It's on,' she announced. 'The threesome with Carla. It's on.'

'Great,' I smiled with raised eyebrows. 'What changed?'

'Well we had a proper open talk about it over lunch today. I always knew she was a bit reluctant about pee. She always spat, and never really seemed to be into it.'

'Mm, I remember you saying that.'

'Yeh, well now she admits it. BUT...' she wagged a finger... 'she says she loves everything about it, except pee in the mouth. She said that it's not the taste or anything like that, it's just the feeling of drowning or choking she doesn't like. I guess it's something you can or can't handle.'

I nodded, though I actually like that feeling sometimes.

'Anyway, she says she will do the threesome, as long as there's no mouth-peeing. For her, anyway.' She smiled, lewdly...

Carla is tall. Even taller than Maxie, but much slimmer. She has great legs, and is often seen in miniskirts and heels (despite her height) to show them off -- she knows they are her best feature. Her breasts look shapely but small, and she has long dark hair, a bit similar to mine but longer. She's a fun-loving girl, all smiles and mischievous humour, but there's also a sultry side to her; an unmistakeable sexual undercurrent. I was looking forward to this.

Maxie arranged for her to come to our room on Saturday at lunchtime for 'a bit of wet and wild fun,' and we made preparations, rolling up the rug in the lounge area, putting a plastic sheet over the sofa, bringing the mop and bucket in advance, and drinking lots and lots of bottled water.

To be honest, I find these purely practical preparations quite stimulating. There's something extremely lascivious about premeditated pee sex and these preliminaries always get my juices started.

Maxie and I wore loose shorts and vests, with nothing under them, and our slippers. We wanted to be able to get naked very quickly, and we mooched about, waiting for the doorbell. The anticipatory atmosphere was electric.

In contrast to us, Carla turned up looking extremely glam, wearing a black, slim-fitted, skirt, with what appeared to be stockings, and some 2 or 3 inch heels, a red satin blouse, nails painted red, lipstick and dark eye makeup. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, showing off her fine-boned face, and she had some dangly gold earrings. She obviously had some role-play in mind.

Our jaws almost hit the floor when we saw her, and she smiled. This was obviously exactly the effect she was looking for.

'Wow, Carla...' I looked her up and down. 'Absolutely fucking stunning.'

'Thank you,' she smirked. ' Fancy a little role-play?'

'Oo, role-play. How exciting,' grinned Maxie. 'This is gonna be wild.' She looked at me. 'Carla loves role-play. Her domme is awesome.'

'Yes Maxie, I'm going to be madam, and you two are going to be my playthings. You'll be having sex, but I'll be in charge. There's going to be a lot of piss drinking this afternoon, but not by me. My hair and makeup are going to stay as immaculate as they are now. Understand?'

We nodded. Fucking hell, my libido was turning somersaults. I took another swig from my water bottle.

Like Maxie said, that afternoon was wild. Very wet, very wild, and very wanton.

She started off by telling us to kneel on the floor and kiss, then she stood very close to us and started unbuttoning her blouse, slowly revealing her gorgeous underwear. Her tits may be on the small side, but they are terrifically plump and perky and her sheer red bra showed them off to perfection.

We were trying to focus on our kiss but I think we both had one eye on Carla as she shrugged off the blouse and moved on to unfastening her skirt. I noticed she tossed them onto the back of the armchair, safe from the upcoming flood, and she then came and stood very close to us.

Her red knickers were as gorgeous as her bra - very stylish and sexy - and the dark triangle of her pubes was tantalisingly visible through the sheer material. I think both Maxie and I were salivating. It was a very wet kiss anyway, and it was going to get a whole lot wetter.

I concentrated on kissing Maxie, tongue-fencing with her and spreading our sloppy saliva all around our mouths, but Carla was right there next to us, and she was masturbating!

She had pulled her gusset aside with one hand, and the fingers of the other were sliding smoothly in and out of her wet hole. There was no missing how turned on she was by this. The aroma of her hot pussy was heady with femme pheromones, and she groaned, 'Oh fuck that's so hot,' as she watched us lustfully kissing and feeling up each other's boobs.

It wasn't very long before she let out a 'F-f-f-u-u-c-c-k-k,' and shuddered as she came, dripping grey-white spots of girl juice on the laminate flooring.

'Wow, you came FAST,' said Maxie.

Carla sat down heavily on the sofa. 'Oh God, I've been building up to this all morning. I've nearly come a couple of times before I even got here. Once in the shower, and once when I was getting dressed. This whole thing just makes me so horny.' Her fingers were already busy inside her knickers again.

I turned to kneel close to her, and pulled those lovely knickers down over her long legs, then contemplated her pussy, which was a perfect peach of a thing. Plump and pouty, with crinkly wet lips and a little triangular thatch of dark curls. She watched me as I gazed, and I said 'Spread it.' Her slender, red-nailed fingers teased her fubsy outer lips apart, stretching her inner lips open and exposing her shiny little nub of a clit. Perfection.

I moved in to lick her, inhaling her heady scent, and her hot flesh felt magical on my tongue. So smooth and sapid, and somehow different to Maxie. I groaned with the sheer, ineffable sensuous pleasure of it, and Carla moaned in response.

Maxi watched me for a moment, then got up and straddled me as I knelt there. She wasn't going to be left out, but rather than move in to share Carla's peach with me, as I expected her to, she had another, even more lewd, idea. She stood there, legs apart, directly above me, and started to frig her clit with two fingers, building up the pace and matching the renewed rise of Carla's arousal. Soon, the room was full of sexual moans and whimpers as both of them homed in on climaxville.

I knew Maxie was close when her juice began to drip onto Carla's pubes, clinging in droplets to the wiry hairs as she drove herself on, and I redoubled my lingual efforts to make Carla come. I was in a world of creamy girl goo, but this was nothing compared to what Maxie had in store for me.

Just before she came, she let her pee start to dribble, and I was suddenly eating pussy and drinking pee at the same time. It was an incredible sensation, and I revelled in it. I was gagging and gargling as her stream increased, and I tried to keep up with my cunnilingus while being half-drowned in hot piss. That feeling that Carla didn't like I guess.

I loved it, and the sudden hot deluge on her pussy must have felt good to Carla too because she suddeny erupted into violent hip jerks as her second orgasm rushed through her, banging her pubic bone roughly against my face over and over until Maxie's stream dwindled and calm returned.

I was lividly aroused now though. I NEEDED to come, and I got up and threw myself on the sofa next to Carla, wanking furiously until I boiled over like a pan of milk, creamy and uncontrollable.

We sat side by side, recovering and drinking from our bottles of water, and Maxie was first to speak. 'Wow, that was insanely hot, eh?' We murmured unintelligibly. She wasn't wrong.

'Right, I'm in charge,' said Carla, sitting up. She took off her bra, revealing that her tits really were the most perfect pair. I love Maxie's big ones, but Carla's, even though small, are just a lovely shape, with exquisite upturned nipples and wonderfully sculpted under-curves. In fact, her whole body was enough to make any woman insanely jealous, and I was no exception. I gazed at her in awe, really.

'Maxie, suck my nipples,' said Carla, 'just like you used to. You know you love it.'

'Oohh, yeh, I do...' She turned and knelt on the floor, and Carla leaned forward, pushing those beautiful boobs forward for attention. Maxie suckled on them avidly, eyes closed in bliss. I'm sure she must have missed them.

'Now you, Phoebe, come here and piss on my tit while she's sucking it.' OMG. She was as bad as Maxie!

I stood up on the sofa and moved close to them, and Carla raised a warning finger and said, 'On the tit, none on my face, remember,' so I flexed my knees, making sure I didn't inadvertently give her a pee facial as I tried to pee on her tits.

Just a moment before, I'd been dying for a piss, but now, weirdly, I couldn't go. 'Go on, do it, urged Carla'

'I'm trying. Just a minute.' I closed my eyes and relaxed, and then it came, jetting out across her décolletage, sluicing down her cleavage, and splashing over the swell of her breast and Maxie's suckling lips.

Maxie opened her mouth to take it, while still tonguing Carla's erect nipple, and Carla groaned, 'Oh fuck, that feels gorgeous. It was a powerful jet, and stray drops sprayed off her flesh to sprinkle her black stockings and shoes, and I adjusted my body position so that it covered the whole of Maxie's face, cos I know she loves that.

The stream dwindled, and I got down onto the floor so I could suck Carla's other delectable breast, now dripping with my piss.

All three of us were wanking like crazy now. Carla had her legs wide apart, and her fingers pumping in and out of her hole, sloshing in the puddle of piss on the plastic sheet under her arse, and Maxie and I were doing the same; finger fucking ourselves as we sucked and licked her luscious tits clean.

We all came again in a noisy cacophony of carnal moans and wails. I could just imagine Jenna and Tess next door rolling their eyes... Ah, girls, why don't you just fuck each other and have done with it?

We needed a break now, and we did a bit of cleaning up and mopping, sweeping the puddles of pee off the plastic sheet etc. The room smelled heavily of female sex fluids and piss but we didn't care about that just then. In fact, I found it intoxicatingly horny.

Carla took off her shoes and her sodden stockings, and Maxie mischievously snatched one and stuffed it into her mouth, making exaggerated mm-mm-mm noises as she sucked the piss out of it. 'Hey, I want some of that,' I whined, and snatched the other one.

Carla snickered. 'Gosh, you two are incurable...'

'Mm mm,' we nodded, both with a mouthful of wet stocking.

We were endlessly horny, and Carla had something extra lewd in mind. 'Get on the sofa and do a 69, she ordered us, so we did -- Maxie on top of course. I lay back and she straddled my head and pressed her pissy wet hairy pussy down on my face, then fell forward to eat mine, which was just as wet, just as pissy, but slightly less hairy.

I was soaring in a sexual Shangri-la, immersed in the most intense sensual pleasure. There was something shockingly hedonistic about this. Something wicked and unbridled. Some would find it disgusting, I'm sure, but the more I indulged in it, the more thrilled and enraptured I became. And Carla was about to take it to a whole new level of mind-blowing delirium.

A 69 with Maxie is overwhelming enough, especially when she introduces a little pee, as she often does, but now, as we ate each other with a passion, Carla was watching us and masturbating, and she had another extra treat in store for us.

I only really like a 69 when Maxie is on top. Being subsumed under her brings out some deep and primal lust in me, but today it was going to be even better.

Carla was clearly still very horny, and, despite her limitations about actually taking piss in the mouth herself, she was very much into it. She moved above Maxie as she ate my pussy, and let a stream of pee trickle down over her head, dribbling down into my sex and down between my legs until I was lying in a pool of warm piss.

Maxie groaned her approval as she continued her avid pussy adoration, and Carly breathed a quiet 'Ohh fuck.' And then it was my turn.

She moved around to where I was lustily eating Maxie and she looked down at me, while still frigging herself. I don't think she was far off coming AGAIN, but she had one final salacious act to perform, to finally take her, and me, over the edge.

She put one leg up on the sofa, and paused her finger-fucking just long enough to spurt a long stream of pee over Maxie's arse and into my eager mouth. It was THE most incredible feeling. I was already close to sensory overload, and then I got a face full of Carla's hot pee. Unbelievable.

To be honest, the next minute or two were a blur. I was blinded by piss, almost smothered in steamy wet cunt flesh, and transported by Maxie's amazing tongue, working its magic on my aching, yearning pussy. We were all making sounds of pure animal lust, and I think we all had epic final orgasms, and then just expired into a pink void of multi-orgasmic aftermath that I'm pretty sure only lesbians can experience.

Oh. My. God. When three horny gay girls get together it's a recipe for some truly delicious debauchery, and often the most shocking and depraved sex. I LOVE it!

***

Maxie and I have now been together for two years and counting... We are still as solid as ever, still make each other uncontrollably horny, and still regularly having outrageous pee sex.

We graduate this year, and we are already planning on getting a place together. We are dreaming of somewhere with plenty of bathroom and kitchen space, and maybe even a private garden or yard, which will bring its own possibilities, if you catch my drift. Maxie loves it outdoors, and she's sure to think up some new wet wonders we can enjoy.

Bring on the future!