Pee Free - Kathrin Pissinger - ebook

A giant collection of lesbian watersports! 20 stories from the queen of watersports, collected over 2 years of writing lesbian erotica. Kathrin is well known for her hot scenes and horny lovers, dirty sex acts and naughty ideas, which will leave you wet in all different places. Her writing creates erotic memories that will stick with you long after you've put the book aside, ready to draw from whenever you're in the mood. And we all know how moody that mood is. So get ready for the wettest watersports writing of your life. This book is practically dripping with it. - E.G. Sands, Editrix of KP books

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Pee Free

20 Lesbian Watersports Stories


Text Copyright 2018 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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Hi there. Nice to meet you. Since we're about to become intimately acquainted, you can call me Kat. I'm your friendly lesbian kink explorer, smut peddler and deluxe porn story author. My stories are full of wonderfully depraved lesbian domination, doused with a good dose of peeing, some rough fisting, stretching and hard insertions, anal as much as vaginal, a little bit of public humiliation, abuse and degradation, with the occasional spanking and bondage, sometimes coupled with some gratuitous sperm play in my rare bisexual moments and, of course, all of that with lots and lots of beautiful, regular, naughty and oh-so-willing women.

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Table of Contents

Pee Free

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Sabrina – How my friend started doing a bottle and ended up with my piss all over her

Fucking the audience on stage

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 Virgin

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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Sabrina – How my friend started doing a bottle and ended up with my piss all over her

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.

Fucking the audience on stage

We didn't have many plans for the bachelorette party of the wedding of our band members Nadia and Tiziana, other than to get drunk and (hopefully) naughty, but literally at the last minute, something sweet came up: The gay pastor that would conduct the ceremony had heard that we're an all-female band and she knew a club somewhere in town that was looking for a live act the night before the wedding, as the one they had booked had cancelled.

We spontaneously said yes and so we came to stand in a small basement somewhere in San Francisco later that day. It was dimly lit and smelled faintly of beer, but overall was cleaner than our usual venues. "Hi, I'm Tracy," said a slim, tanned California-blonde who greeted us. She wore the tight tank top and low-rise pants that so many women in the music business, who weren't actually musicians, were wearing and had that American professionalism around her which made everything she said sound like it was an opening to a sales pitch.

Tracy was managing the club that night, and she showed us around a bit. There was a small stage with some instruments on it - the obligatory 200$ drum set that badly needed new skins, a Stratocaster copy that was out of tune and a bass guitar which wasn't any better and an odd little electronic organ that looked like the last time it got played was in 1974. No strings for Stefania, and no accordion for Nadia, but we figured we would manage.

When Tracy left us to our own devices, we quickly agreed that she stood for everything we hated about the music business today - namely, the business attitude, the lack of passion and the desperate need for everyone involved to look cooler than everyone else. Bibi and myself were tuning our instruments as best we could, which immediately busted one of the half-rusted strings, while Nadia played around with the organ. As she was already used to the keys on an accordion, she figured it wouldn't be all too hard to play it. And Stefania, not wanting to just stand around useless, agreed to accompany me on vocals.

After a while the club began to fill with people. We were in a small, cramped backstage room, sipping on some drinks while we were getting ready for the show. Since it was Taz' and Nadia's bachelorette party, we were all dressed in our wedding getup - the two brides in their fluffy white wedding gowns and us three dyke bridesmaids in our colourful suits. The noises from the club got louder and finally, Tracy introduced us through the PA system. We walked out on stage.

I took a moment to scan the audience before I stepped up to the microphone. It was a lesbian club, and so most of what I could see were women's faces. There was not a huge crowd, but enough people to not be ashamed of it. Besides me, Bibi leaned over and yelled "fuck you, America!" into the microphone. We were met with silent stares. Maybe I should've told her before that Americans were weirdly proud of their country, unlike where we came from, where a hearty "fuck you, Italy!" was usually met with cheers.

Taz interrupted the awkward moment with four raps of her drumsticks and we burst into our first song, a punk cover of "California Dreaming" where I changed the lyrics to something more of my liking and called it "California Creaming". When we had ended, I smiled out into the audience. They applauded. "We're the Pussy Lips," I spoke into the microphone, "and I guess this is the first stop of our American tour."

We went through a few more songs of our line-up: A cover of The Offspring's "Pretty Fly" that I had changed into "Pretty Gay (for a white girl)" and which accordingly told of the lesbian encounters of a girl who tries to be straight but keeps failing, because pussy is just too good. Stefania made some hilarious background vocals during that one. Then we played a cover of Johnny Cash's "Ring Of Fire" where the chorus went something like "I dipped into her tight ring of desire" and talked about the pleasures of anal fingering.

The audience seemed to warm up on us, and so did the stage. Bibi threw her pink jacket off and unbuttoned her blouse until she showed more cleavage than was decent, sweating in the hot spotlights. I looked at her, then talked to the audience again: "If you're wondering about our getup, we aren't usually dressed like this, but Taziana," I was pointing to the drummer who waved her sticks at the audience, "and Nadia," pointing at the blonde busty girl at the organ, "are going to get married tomorrow."

Cheers from the audience again. They really loved that, and Nadia and Taz waved frantically back at them. When everything calmed down, I continued: "Well, this is their bachelorette party, since we're stuck with you and can't go to a strip club, why don't those of you who want to show them their appreciation just come on stage whenever you feel like it and take care of them. This might be the last time they can see some pussies other than each other's."

The next song was Amanda Palmer's "Map Of Tasmania" which was naughty enough to keep its lyrics the way they were, but just to emphasize what exactly the map of Tasmania was I would use an acapella part of the song to flash my ginger bush to the audience. I was getting increasingly hot and aroused, and so did they, it seemed. During the applause after that song I saw many in the audience flashing their tits in return.

We continued playing a few slower numbers of our own, during which Stef began to fondle Nadia, stepping behind her and cupping her large D-cup breasts across her dress, while she was trying to play the organ. The audience watched them for a while, and then one of them climbed up on stage and began dancing seductively. She was a short, latino-looking woman with a nice figure and short black hair, and judging by her moves, this wasn't the first time she danced on a stage.

She moved towards the back and began circling Taziana, until she straddled her and gave her a lap dance. Bibi and me continued playing even without the drum beat, just to keep the show going. The audience stared, mesmerized, as the drummer fondled the dancer, unable to keep her hands off her. We segued right into the next song as I wanted to keep the action going and another girl made her way up on the stage, joining Stefania at caressing Nadia. She was tall and thin, with a hippie-like style, long flowing hair and a wide smile.

Stef took over Nadia's part on the organ, as the bride to be couldn't concentrate any longer, the hands of the stranger running lightly across her cleavage and down her stomach. I sang my way through "House Of The Rising Sun", which I had rewritten to tell a story about the pleasures of whoring, when I noticed the woman crawling under the organ and slipping underneath Nadia's short, ruffled wedding dress. My friend had spread her legs and sat with her eyes closed, while a stranger was eating her out.

It seemed the audience was now drunk enough to lose their inhibitions and when I looked down into the room, I could see a lot of topless women now, getting into the mood, some of them even kissing, fondling, making out with one another. We moved on to some harder songs again, and at one point I even tried my luck at Rockbitch's "Fist Fuck", which I'm sure I messed up, but still gave Taziana, who loved everything loud and hard, the right ideas. She leaned forward across her drumset, her tits hanging out the top of her dress, and held up her ruffled skirt while the latin girl stood behind her, apparently fucking her with some, or all, or her fingers.

Taz yelled, screaming for lust, while her bride Nadia finally kissed the woman that was eating her out and stepped up to the front of the stage, next to me, waving into the audience ecstatically and then began to strip out of her dress. The sight of her full, firm, large breasts was met with cheers and when she stepped out of the heap of cloth that dropped to her ankles, wearing nothing underneath and revealing her smooth, shaved pussy, people screamed.

I began playing "Celia Pisses On Me", which was one of Nadia's favourites, a shameless cover of Brotherhood Of Man's "Save Your Kisses For Me", during which she began masturbating, standing in front of the audience with her legs spread and frantically rubbing her clit hard. The hippie girl that had licked her before was kneeling down behind her, slurping on her ass devotedly.

Nadia began to pee, in accordance with the song, squeezing a tit with one hand while spreading her labia with another, letting a sparkling stream run down between her legs. Bibi came walking over towards her, kneeling down, bass guitar in hand and caught some of it in her mouth. We had just broken the kink barrier and were now in the realm of hardcore fetish play.

To my surprise, the audience didn't seem to mind and even cheered her on. When Barbara got up again, her blouse was drenched and she suddenly kissed me by surprise, sharing some of Nadia's pee with me. Taziana, still getting fisted, was yelling from behind and Nadia pushed her hips up, emptying her bladder as she sprayed the rest of her pee across the women at the front of the stage.

At this point I cursed being a singer, as I couldn't leave my place by the microphone and join in with the fun. At least, during a break between two songs, I got out of my clothes, strapping the guitar to my naked body and continued. If I wasn't getting any pussy, I could at least let them see what they were missing out on. As Stef, Bibi and I continued playing, Taz came to the front of the stage as well, kissing and rubbing her fiancee as they both still got licked by the girls from the audience.

Finally, I started our cover of "Tainted Love", called "Painful Lust", which was Stefania's favourite. She squealed excited and came rushing towards the microphone. I took a step back and let Bibi just continue the bass line while I pulled Stef's pants down, slapping her wide, white ass hard with my hand as she moaned into the microphone. I noticed she was plugged, again, a big black rubber plug sticking in her asshole.

Knowing Stef's kinky side, I forgot all about the song and just slapped her hard all over her butt, until it began to glow red. I took the strap of the guitar and began to whip her with it, leaving red streaks across her broad, fat ass, while she still groaned into the microphone. Bibi finished the bass line and turned some of the spots off, drenching the stage into dim, reddish lighting as we stopped caring about the music.

I bound Stef's wrists onto the microphone stand with the leather strap and let Bibi take over as I went to the back to get Taz' drum sticks. Hot and aroused, I immediately began to fuck myself with them, pushing them both into my sopping cunt as I leaned back against the drum set. I didn't care anymore who was watching me and just wanted to get fucked.

In the dim light, I could see shades approaching me from all sides, caressing my skin, my tits, my arms, sides, neck and face while someone took the sticks from me and continued fucking me, while a tongue ran across my pubes and clit, nibbling as it sucked on it. I let go. I let them lick me, clean the salty sweat off my skin, suck the fragrance out of the hair on my pussy and under my arms and pleasure me with their fingers.

I sensed the fingers of several different women enter my ass while another shoved her hand up my cunt, fucking me as hard and deep as I deserved. It didn't take long until I came, but they wouldn't let on, penetrating me over and over while I heard the moans of my bandmates, Stefania still groaning into the microphone and somewhere Bibi's raunchy voice as she finally found somebody to fuck her hard and mean.

I felt free, uninhibited and in love, and at the same time depraved, perverted and sooo horny. When they finally retreated out of my holes, I rewarded them with a strong, wide spray of piss, trying to cover as many of them as I could in the dim half-light.

Much of what went on afterwards is lost in a haze of passion, lust and writhing bodies, and when we woke up the next day, we were still on that stage, surrounded by women in varying stages of undress. I never found out what happened to the drum sticks, though.

Finally I'm getting to masturbate

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