Staying With Erin - Chapter 8 - Sex Stories

Staying With Erin - Chapter 8

... pee-soaked, with my bum hole open like a silver dollar, two clamps on my nipples, red striped breasts and thighs and swollen pussy lips. I could only wonder what more they had in store. The funny thing was that I felt brilliant. Ashamed, yes, even mortified, so much that I couldn’t meet their eyes, but also so exhilarated as if I had just climbed a mountain. I took another sip of water and sighed softly. Then I looked up and found the motley crew of sexual deviants standing around the pool. “My turn,” Elaine told me and stepped inside, heedless of the pee. She pushed down her bikini bottoms and got onto her knees. My eyes were immediately drawn to the two lines of small, silver rings that pierced her pussy lips. It looked cruel, but incredibly sexy. When she moved, the rings clinked lightly against each other. “I’d like you kneel up,” she told me, looking at me with her head tilted and a strange gleam in her eyes. I hadn’t really noticed that lilt in her voice before, but it was sweet. I quickly followed her request like in a trance, my eyes still riveted to the silver jewelry between her legs, and knelt slightly to her side. She reach out with one hand, palm upwards, and dipped it into one of the deeper puddles of pee that had formed on the uneven ground. My breathing stopped. She spooned up a handful and gently brought it towards me. The side of her hand touched my stomach, and then she tilted it. Warm pee ran down and dripped over my pussy. Elaine moaned in delight, ...

... and I couldn’t suppress a pleasant sigh of my own. “This is kinky, isn’t it,” she whispered softly, her eyes on mine while scooped up another handful of pee. “Very,” I gasped back. She emptied it over my breast, and golden droplets raced down my skin. “Filthy,” she whispered. A warm fluttering moved deep inside my pussy. “Depraved,” I answered with a tremor in my voice while she coated my other breast. “Disgusting,” she said softly, and I watched with wide eyes as she poured my pee into her mouth. Then she closed her lips and leaned towards me, and her eyes twinkled brightly. My heart started to pound against my ribs, and the butterflies in my pussy began to dance. Like in a movie, I watched her lips come closer. I didn’t dare to breath. God, her lips felt soft, and my own lips parted willingly for hers. A gush of warm and salty, slightly bitter pee rushed into my mouth, pushed there by her tongue. Then we were kissing, passionate and hungry, and pee dripped from the corners of our mouths. I gasped into her kiss. Her thigh started to rub against my mound. Our tongues dueled and our fingernails scratched fiery lines into each other’s back. Then she pulled back and rushed to her feet. I watched her in a daze, my heart still pounding like I had run a marathon. When she stepped right in front of me, her feet outside of mine, and buried one hand in my hair, I knew what she had planned. “Open wide,” she told me. I opened my mouth all the way and looked up at her, full of excited ...