Unquenchable

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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 balıkesir escort 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 bartın escort 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 batman escort 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.

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