Transforming Genevieve Chapter Six Part Two - Sex Stories

Transforming Genevieve Chapter Six Part Two

... uncontrolled urges for new sexual experiences took control, and I looked up at him and spread my lips open.

"Oh yeah!" Peter exclaimed as he directed the stream of hot piss up toward my open mouth.

I felt the heat on my chin first, and in an instant, his hot piss was streaming between my open lips and filling my mouth. I let it run out and down toward Marsha, who by now was soaking wet with his piss. Her hair was as wet as if she had just showered. I could feel the bedding under my knees soaked with the endless stream of urine he was producing. His piss tasted so very strange, not really disgusting, but different from a man's cum. I closed my lips, and his stream splashed against my sealed mouth. I slid my hands up to smear him over my face as he all but finished draining his bladder over me and his piss-soaked lover below me. As the last few squirts drained from him, he leaned forward and pressed his cock tip against my lips. I opened them again and let him rest the tip on my tongue as I slid my hands up behind his legs and pulled him toward me. I could feel his ass cheeks tense as a short squirt of piss again flooded my mouth. I closed my lips around the head, and as another squirt filled my mouth, I swallowed the last of his urine. It felt hot as I let it dribble down my throat. I had no urge to gag or throw up as I imagined I would when the fantasy of being soaked by a golden shower had crossed my mind many months before.

Peter pulled his cock from my mouth, ...

... and I let the remaining fluid drain from my lips and drip down toward Marsha, who was intensely watching me accept her lover's most intimate of fluids.

"You fucking bitches are so god damn hot!" Peter exclaimed.

Marsha was smiling up at us as she moved her hands up to try and wipe as much of his urine from her face as possible.

"I need a shower now, baby,” she said. "Come on, Gen, let's shower together," Marsha added.

Peter stepped off the bed, and I followed, heading quickly for the bathroom. Marsha followed me and closed the bathroom door behind us.

My mind was racing with thoughts of what we had just allowed Peter to do.

"Did you know..." I started to say, but Marsha cut off my words and said. "It's been his fantasy for a long time, Gen."

"I suppose I should have warned you,” she said.

"No, Marsha, if you had, I most likely wouldn't have let it happen," I said.

"Have you let him do that before?" I asked her.

Marsha was leaning into the tub, turning the shower water on as she replied, "Once before, when I was sucking him off, he came, and then a little pee shot into my mouth, but this is the first time he actually emptied his bladder like that,” Marsha added.

We removed our soaked stockings and got into the shower to clean his golden shower from us.

"Don't you find it demeaning, Marsha?" I asked.

"I thought I would, but my husband is so humdrum when it comes to sex, Gen. I decided that Peter and I would explore any kinds of kinky sexual ...