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A collection of lesbian watersports
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Sabrina – How my friend started doing a bottle and ended up with my piss all over her
Finally I'm getting to masturbate
How I met my slave Martina for the first time and had her fist me on the toilet
Helga – Meeting an older couple online and using the wife as my sex toy
The Vacation 1 – Playing pee-games on a train and fucking the conductor in both holes
On Stage At An Erotic Convention
The Vacation 2 – Drinking the receptionist's pee with my hand up her ass
Karissa – Taking my piss whore for a stroll
Dani – Sharing my two piss whores with my boyfriend
The Vacation 3 – Secretly licking the receptionist behind her counter and fisting at the beach
The flight attendant became my personal toilet
Football Mom, Bathroom Whore
What the boss doesn't know won't hurt him
Girlfriend's MILF & Urinal
Filling Her Holes In The Broom Closet
Cargo Driver, Trucker Bitch
Lewd Lascivious Lesbian Licks
Office Lady, Porn Pervert
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Text Copyright 2016 Kathrin Pissinger
This is a work of fiction. All sexually active characters are at least of 18 years or older. Any resemblance to events or people, past or present, living or dead, is not just coincidental but would be fucking surprising.
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It was Sabrina's 24th birthday, many years ago, and since she's my best friend, I'm on board. She broke up with her long-term boyfriend shortly before, and accordingly she was in a bad mood. We went out that night and she drank quite a bit. I didn't notice that during the evening, but when we finally went to the car late, she almost couldn't walk anymore. At the time I still thought she may just be tired and sleepy.
I drove us, and didn't drink a lot myself. I usually don't drink much, but it was her birthday, so I was a little tipsy. We were in my car, and Sabrina had brought something to drink "for the ride" - champagne, I think. Anyway, I'm driving her home, it's late, almost no cars on the road. I still know it had rained and the streets were pretty wet and shiny. Strange, the things you remember.
Sabrina's sitting next to me and I'm driving. She's rather quiet and I think she might have fallen asleep until I hear a strange noise. I turn to look and almost drive the car off the road. She's in the passenger seat and masturbates. Okay, I need to phrase this differently, else nobody will understand how crass it was: Sabrina is sitting there, her short skirt pulled up and is shoving the bottle up her cunt. Gotta say it like that.
I'm speechless and need to regain my self-control, and then look for somewhere to park. At first I didn't know what to say and everything I could think of was that I needed to get somewhere nobody could see us. Sure, at night, in the city, it's dark anyway, can't be that hard, can it? So I'm driving down a side street and look for a parking lot while Sabrina's fucking herself with the bottle and doesn't seem to notice me anymore.
When we come to a stop, she doesn't notice that either, that's how far gone she was. And what do I do? At first I want to yell at her, shake her, try to somehow, well, discretely, get her to stop. But all I'm doing is stare at her. It's dark, I can barely see anything. Just a streetlight somewhere shining on the bottle, which slides faster and faster into her cunt. I've never seen her like this. Actually, I've never seen her naked at all. She's all shaved and I can make out her labia as they wrap themselves around the neck of the bottle. She's moaning and mumbling something and presses the bottle deeper and harder inside herself. I remember thinking something like that's gotta hurt, but it didn't look like it.
I'm like hypnotized and she's squirming in her seat until she's sliding further down and pulls the bottle out again. I thought she finally stopped when I heard a faint prattle. At first I think it started raining again, but then I realize: Sabrina's pissing in my car. She's spread her legs wide and I can see a thick stream running out of her cunt. And what am I doing? I'm getting all funny like, feeling something I've never felt before, like I can now be whatever I want to be, do what I always wanted to do. So I'm reaching between her legs and feel her warm pee on my hand. My friend's pissing on me, peeing on my hand, and I love it. I'm rubbing her wet pussy as the stream subsides. I'm bending over her crotch where she's smelling strongly and start rubbing her labia with my hand. She's moaning and whispers my name. "Kat..."
I freeze. All this time I thought she forgot about me. But she knew I was there, she knew it was me reaching between her legs. "Just you wait," I thought. "Enjoy it!" Because the time had come for harder measures. I bend far across her and see the bottle laying on the floor. She must've let it fall. I reach for it and pick it up, it's all slippery and wet after being bathed in pussy slime and pee, and seems to be a little full still. I lick across the neck and taste Sabrina, almost as strong as she smells. Then I squeeze the bottle in the dark between her butt cheeks below her pussy and start to push.
No clue why I thought I could get it in like that, but Sabrina seemed relaxed enough and I wanted to show her, after she's played with me like that. So I pushed harder and harder and Sabrina held her breath, but pressed against it until I felt the tip of the bottle slide inside her. I started fucking her with it slowly and rub her clit along with it and she started moaning louder and louder. I remember being surprised, as I thought having a bottle in her ass would hurt more than it would feel good, but she was really getting into it. So I got harder and faster and fucked with the bottle into her asshole while I rubbed her clit. Then I bent down further and started licking her cunt while I continued to fuck her. It didn't last long, because soon after that I felt her shake all over her body and scream suddenly, when a warm stream hit my mouth. She had an incredible orgasm and squirted the rest of her pee into my face. I didn't know something like that was possible.
Sabrina collapsed moaning after that, the bottle still firmly in her anus. I pull it out slowly and sit back up, looking at her. She seemed satisfied. "Happy birthday," I thought.
When we reached her apartment, I almost had to carry her to the door. Inside, she fell on her pink leather sofa and didn't move a muscle. Normally I would've gone home then, but since the events in the car I wasn't normal anymore. So I think, since we had already begun to let it all out, I might as well do so myself. I dim the light and take off my panties, before climbing on the sofa with Sabrina and spread my legs across her face. Unlike her I don't shave "down there" - well, legs and so I do, but not the pussy - and my bush is poised right above her face.
I know she must've noticed, or at least smelled that I was there, but she's not moving. So I grab her long black hair and pull her head closer to my pussy. She's whimpering a little from pain, but doesn't struggle. "Lick me," I whisper and move her mouth to my labia. She starts moving her tongue a little along them and caress the clit, but doesn't seem to be fully there anymore. That's when it got to me for the first time. "You little dirty sow," I whisper. "You little pig pissed on me while I fucked your arsehole. You like that, yes? You like being dirty?" I pull her hair back and hiss at her. "Open your mouth, cunt sow." Sabrina opens her eyes surprised and looks up at me, but actually opens her mouth.
I'm still surprised and excited myself when I think about what happened then. As I was typing this, I kept having to play with myself, but before I could continue here, I had to give it to myself first.
So Sabrina was opening her mouth, and as horny and wild as I had become I keep grinning at her sheepishly and suddenly can't do it right anymore, but suddenly something like electricity ran through my body, and I just let it out. I feel it pressing out of me and close my eyes at first. Then I'm looking down, where a broad stream from my wet piss cunt hits Sabrina straight in the face. It just keeps running out of me and her face, her hair, the sofa, her dress, everything gets soaking wet. And really, she's swallowing. The little pig swallows what I squirt into her face. It makes me so horny that I kept rubbing my clit like crazy and come almost instantly.
I pull her head into my crotch and press my cunt hard onto her face, so she'll remember, who treated her like this, so she could soak in my smell, my taste and smear my juice all over her. She doesn't seem to notice much of that anymore, and as I let go of her, she sinks down onto the sofa and starts snoring. Just fell asleep, wet as she is. I take my panties, leave the apartment quietly and drive home. Whatever was happening to me, I felt my life wouldn't be as it was before.
I still have the bottle.
For a long time now I've been a member of a local band. We started out as an all-female punk and ska group called something that would translate as "pussy lips" into english and play mostly local pubs, clubs and alternative bars where "our" kind of people are hanging out. About a year ago my boyfriend Triss joined the group, mainly because he's damn good at music, but also because I like playing with him, and since then we changed our name to an expression that would loosely translate as "creampie", with the same play of words. (You know, because we used to be all female, and now there's a guy in there, which means the pussy lips... you know what, nevermind.)
Triss and I both play the guitar, but because he's a better singer than me and I'm a somewhat better guitarist, I take over most of the guitar parts while he sings. Besides us, there's four other girls: Barbara, Taziana, Nadia and Stefania. Barbara is on base guitar. She's a tall woman in her late 30s, about 2 inches taller than me still, with a heavy, thick frame, broad shoulders and a man's posture. To underline her butch looks she keeps getting more and more tattoos, so most of her visible skin is by now covered in them, except for her face and most of her neck. She's got short hair which she usually bleaches snow white, and combined with her many piercings and pale blue eyes she's someone you won't soon forget. Despite that we call her Bibi for short, which makes her look cute in a weird way.
Taziana is almost the exact opposite. She's a late-20s petite, somewhat short, typical mediterranean type with tan skin, long black hair and dark brown eyes. She's playing the drums, and in a way you wouldn't believe possible if you saw her. It's just that when it comes to music she's going frantic and loves to bang on things, loudly. Other than that, she's a really sweet girl. She has some tasteful piercings around her eye area and mouth, with small nicely shaped lips and is always in a bright mood.
Her girlfriend is Nadia, who plays accordion and trumpet. Nadia is a few years younger than me, in her early 30s, from an eastern European state and doesn't look mediterranean at all. She's got the lightest, natural blonde hair I've ever seen, bright blue eyes and very pale skin which won't tan, ever, even in the long days of summer. I can relate to that, and we usually are the first ones to catch a sunburn once it gets warmer. Her body is one to die for: She's tall, but not too tall, a little shorter than me, with a straight-out flat stomach and nice waistline, cute tight butt and above all some unnaturally large and firm breasts which she likes to display prominently with tight tops as much as she can. I get jealous every time I look at her because for all I know she never had any plastic surgery or does a lot of workout to keep in shape. Some people are just born lucky.
Stefania finally is our violinist and occasional cellist. She's kind of an unusual match for our punkish crowd. She's smaller than the rest, and a little heavy set. She's a natural brunette, but the last time someone saw her real hair colour must've been in her teens, because ever since I've known her, she's been dying her hair the deepest, darkest, shiniest of blacks. She loves stark make-up and dramatic looks, as well as anything gothic and vintage, wearing flowing gowns and dresses most of the times. She's the youngest of our group, in her mid-20s, and even though she seems like an odd match she's a genius when it comes to music, can play the violin like she's possessed and really loves what we're doing.
The girls are probably the closest to a family I have, and at one point in time each of us had had sex with each other in one way or another, so there's a really strong, loving and familiar bond between all of us. We don't take music all too seriously, the band is mainly an excuse for us to hang out together and do crazy things, and sometimes get paid for it. We play all kinds of songs, but mainly classics where we changed the text slightly into a version that each of us feels is the song should have been to begin with. (Like, for example, did you notice how the 70s Eurovision Winner "Save your kisses for me" can be sung really well as "Celia pisses on me"? Anyway, that's the kind of thing we do.)
So, this particular story (or part of it, it's already getting so long that I might have to break it down into several episodes) is when Taz and Nadia got married, and since gay weddings were (and are) not possible in our country, they had the wild idea to go to the US for that. On top of it they wanted us all of course to be bridesmaids, so all five of us girls embarked on a wild adventure overseas. Their plan was to fly to San Francisco, which had at the time just legalized gay marriage, have a bachelorette party, get wed, have a good time, and come back home as a happy family.
The craziness already started at the airport. We had each taken 2 weeks off work for our trip and were all excited, so the girls had already broke open the first bottle of champagne while I was driving to the airport. I was the designated driver because I rarely drink and had a good-sized car that all of us could fit ourselves and our luggage into. When we made it through check-in and into security, Taz, who was first in line, already got into trouble. A female security officer had searched her handbag and took her aside, pulling out a shiny metal vibrator. From what I could hear, she explained that it wasn't allowed on the plane. Taz reacted embarrassed, but upset. "Come on," I heard her say. "You're a woman too, you know how it is..." I could see the security lady shrugging and putting it aside, when I noticed some commotion behind me.
I turned around and saw Bibi rummaging through a large backpack she brought with her. "What the hell are you doing?" I whispered. "They're not getting mine," she mumbled, pulling out a large, thick pink plastic dildo. "You bet your sweet little ass they're not getting mine. Cover me." She motioned me to move more in front of her so the security personnel wouldn't be able to see her. I guess Nadia and I, who were both ahead of her provided enough coverage. Behind me, I could hear Bibi unzip her pants and when I peeked over my shoulder, I saw her inserting the dildo hastily into her shaved and tattooed pussy. Behind her, Stef tried to conceal her as best as she could, at the same time looking at me uncomfortably and nervous. Some of the other passengers around started staring.
Barbara was quick and had pulled her pants back up even before Taz was finished with her inspection and it was Nadia's turn. Her pink vibrator met the same fate as Taziana's. "You don't have one to hide?" Bibi asked me from behind. "I put them in my suitcase," I whispered back. "I looked this up beforehand and read that they would confiscate them. Liquids too." She sighed. "Smart, little miss know-it-all," she said. I shrugged. "I thought everybody knew that," I said. "Fuck, I didn't want some sleazebag to go through my suitcase and slobber touch all my stuff," she said, sighing again.
I looked past her to Stefania. "Do you have the same problem?" I asked. She shook her head. "No, I've already put it... already took care of that." I eyed her suspiciously. "You're not plugged, are you?" I asked, knowing her preference for anal and kink. She blushed, and only said: "So what?" I breathed in deeply. "God girls," I hissed. "If they find this, it's going to be ten times as embarrassing." Then it was my turn. I just barely heard Stefanie whisper to Barbara "liquids, too?" before I stepped up to the inspection.
I got through without a hassle, but could see out of the corner of my eye how Stef reached underneath her skirt. When I was done, I watched how they went through Barbara's bags while the metal detector went off as she stepped through. The security lady began to pat her down and use a manual detector, which went off on all the places she had piercings, her face, her breasts, surprisingly not on her crotch. Maybe she just got lucky. Then, they took something out of her bag and talked to her as well, while she got increasingly agitated, until she grabbed all her stuff and left in a huff. "Fucking cunts," she cursed as she came to us. "They took the lube." I laughed. "You came prepared, didn't you?" I asked.
Stefania smiled at them with her sweetest smile and looked at us nervously and uneasy as she underwent the same procedures, but went through undetected. We finally were ready to board the plane. As we walked down the gangway, I noticed Bibi and Stef walk slightly tense, and couldn't help but grin amused, thinking how aroused they must be getting.
When we finally took our seats, the plane was packed. We had an entire middle row for ourselves, five seats wide. I took one of the aisle seats with Stefania next to me, Barbara in the middle, then Nadia and finally Taziana on the other aisle, claiming she's going to be the one who needs access to the bathroom the most anyway. Just as we got seated, Barbara began opening her pants. "Gotta get this out," she whispered. "Are you crazy?" I asked, looking around. With all the people still standing in the lanes and flight attendants rushing back and forth, she'd be found out in no time. "Can't you wait until everything settles down?" She groaned, but leaned back, closing her pants again, only rubbing them occasionally.
We took off, and got handed some drinks, and then everyone around us seemed to relax and watch a movie. Quietly, I could see Barbara open her pants once more, and sliding them down, covering her crotch with her jacket as she reached between her legs. At first I thought she just wanted to get the dildo out again, but after a while I noticed she was just fucking herself with it. Stefania noticed it too, and began moving uneasily in her seat. "God, this is starting out just great," she sighed. I shrugged. "I think it's just fitting for us to have some sex above the clouds," I whispered jokingly. She looked at me and smiled slightly. "I might need some help with that," she said close to my ear.
I stared at her as she pulled up her skirt once more, then looked down. She wore beautiful, lacy black panties that were bulging towards the bottom. As she slid them down I found out the cause of it, as the top of a lube bottle was sticking out of her pussy. I looked around, then leaned over to her, trying to shield her a little better from prying eyes while my hand wandered down between her legs.
She had the nicest, prettiest pubic hair I've ever seen on a girl. She kept it not too short, but neatly trimmed and perfectly kept so it formed a nice triangular pattern above her red swollen pussy. I grabbed the bottle, which was already slippery from her wet twat and tried to get a hold of it, then slowly pulled it out. She moaned, sliding a little further down her seat. When I finally had relieved her of the weight in her snatch, I placed the lube in my bag and began rubbing her, slowly sliding two fingers inside.
I noticed some tight passage in her pussy, and felt around, feeling the thick rubber sucker of the buttplug in her ass. She was a fucking wicked whore, that one. I kissed her, pushing my fingers further up, filling her sopping cunt with all four of them as I pushed her down in her seat, fucking her fast. She bit on her pillow, trying not to scream as I pushed hard up inside her, way past my knuckles.
I noticed Taz and Nadia getting up and walking towards the bathroom, obviously aroused from watching us, and then heard Barbara groan loud as she was about to cum. Stef still bucked and squirmed beneath me, my fingers firmly up inside her horny little hole. Then she came as well, sinking exhausted into her seat as my hand slipped out of her, soaked in cunt slime. I licked it up as she smiled happily, closing her eyes.
Barbara seemed content as well as she leaned back into her seat, moaning softly, so I turned back and resumed my position as well. Suddenly, I noticed someone staring at me out of the corner of my eyes. A young woman from the window aisle next to me watched me interested as she sipped her drink, smiling as I looked at her. "I couldn't help but notice you're the only one of your friends not getting satisfaction," she whispered as she leaned towards me. I looked around. "Were we that obvious?" She giggled and shook her head. "I don't think anyone noticed," she said.
I sighed. "I'll get my fair share soon enough," I told her. She nodded. "I bet," she said. "Want to come?" Without waiting for an answer, she got up and slowly paced down the aisle towards the bathrooms. I hesitated, then quickly got up and followed her. We met again at the bathroom door, just as my two friends came out of it, both with red faces and exhausted looks. They smiled at us enigmatically, but didn't say anything and we slipped in quickly.
The bathroom was tight. It would've been tight for one person, but it was almost impossible for two. Being squeezed against her anyway, I took the opportunity and kissed her passionately, feeling more aroused than I thought. In the light, I could see she was maybe a little older than I had assumed, probably around 35. She had a pretty face, delicate features, a beautiful slender nose and light brown eyes, that matched the colour of her hair, which was chin length, layered and highlighted with blonde streaks.
She was about my size, but much thinner, wearing nice beige pants, a matching shirt and a darker bolero, all very tastefully. "So how do you like it?" she asked as I broke our kiss. I smiled at her. "I like it as hard and dirty as you can take," I said, backing up against the toilet, lifting myself a little up on the small counter. She looked into my eyes and then opened the bolero and pulled up her shirt, showing her small, firm breasts as she slowly sank down on the ground. "I'm not important," she said. "I want you to use me as you want, and don't worry about if I'm okay with it. My wishes don't matter." She looked up at me sternly and confidently, the look of a woman who is prepared to get the worst treatment.
I squeezed out of my pants, breathing hard as it was tight to move in the small compartement, then lifted my leg up, spreading my crotch towards her. She smiled at the sight of my auburn pubic hair and wet labia. "Mmmh, I thought you were a real redhead," she said. "I always dreamed of being with one." She leaned in, her face just inches away from my pussy. I could feel her faint breath on my pubes and watched her breathe in my scent as she looked up at me again. "What should I do?"
I moaned, then suddenly got naughty and wild. "I want you to fuck me," I said. "I want you to fuck me hard, harder than you could stand yourself. I want it in my ass, with your whole hand." She nodded obediently, pulling up her sleeve. "Do you want me to wet it first?" She asked. I bit my lips. "Yes," I replied. "I'll wet you good with my pussy juice, you like that?" She smiled again and held her hand at the entrance of my pussy, gently stroking my clit. "Only if I get to taste it too," she said.