3 [lesbian] [public] [threesome] Taking my piss whore for a stroll where we fuck a shop owner in both holes - Sex Stories

3 [lesbian] [public] [threesome] Taking my piss whore for a stroll where we fuck a shop owner in both holes

... my legs, revealing my ginger-haired crotch and glistening labia. She moved her head, still not opening her eyes, but since the night before she begged me to use her in every way I would want, I was planning on putting it to the test and see if it still applied. Slowly, drops of pee trickled down my slit and onto her face, hitting her cheeks. She moaned, then parted her lips slightly. I don't know if she was aware of what happened, or if it was just a reflex, and I really didn't care. I relaxed my bladder more, and a small stream hit her mouth. She coughed, sputtered for a moment, looking up at me, then just quickly opened her mouth wide, letting me fill it with piss. I peed slowly, giving her time to swallow it, making sure not a whole lot ran down onto the sheets. I lowered my crotch more and more down on her face, until my hairy snatch was pressed right on her luscious lips, pissing right into her mouth. She swallowed it all, and then almost looked sad when I was done. I smiled, and rolled over, laying down next to her, still too lazy to get up. Her hand moved between my legs, and she began to rub my now soaked pussy, at the same time kissing me with the taste of my urine still on her lips. I lay back and just let her please me, until I woke the other girl with my moans as I came. She barely noticed us and got up, stumbling to the bathroom. We giggled, feeling naughty for having already had sex right next to her. Finally, I also got up and made a little breakfast. When the ...

... girl returned from the bathroom, we sat down at my kitchen table and had some toast and coffee, while it was Karissa's turn to go, freshening herself and doing the things girls do in the morning. I didn't speak much at breakfast, as our friend turned out to be still embarassed and really quite boring as a conversationalist. I smiled, as Karissa returned and joined us, standing by the table for a moment, then suddenly dropping to her knees and crawling under it. "What's she doing?" the other girl asked. I shrugged. "Getting breakfast, I guess," I replied, already aware of her plans. Moments later, the girl realized what it meant when she felt Karissa's tongue between her legs, slowly working her way up to the moist center of her sex. Across the table, I acted like nothing was happening, watching the expression on the woman's face turn from surprise, to embarassment, to shame, to relaxation, enjoyment, and bliss. I slipped off my sandals and began feeling with my feet underneath the table, finding Karissa's legs soon and tracing them back up to her butt. My toes ran across her soft, round cheeks and down her crack, my big toe finding its way deep inside to her anus. Playfully, I began to rub it while my other foot caressed her buttocks. I might've entered her, but it was hard to tell as she had her mouth full of pussy and wouldn't moan much over the munching noises she made. Her anus was tight and dry, so it was hard getting inside, but I played with it anyway. If she wanted to ...