2 comments/ 30794 views/ 17 favorites Salty Liquids 1: Rachelle Ch. 01 By: ChristopherMoon "So, Miss Kendall, everything is in perfect order. It just appears you have an unnaturally large bladder. In the tests we've ran, it turns out that it is capable of containing 2 liters. This is a very rare handicap: medical professionals estimate that only about a hundred people worldwide have this handicap." It went silent for a moment. "Can I answer any questions for you?" Rachelle stared at the ceiling of Dr. Brunson's office for a few seconds. She tilted her head back forward again. "So, there's absolutely no danger for any organs whatsoever?" "No. Nothing like that. You're body functions just like any other healthy woman." "Well then, I don't know what else I would like to know." Rachelle and Dr. Brunson shook each other's hands and Rachelle made her way out of the office. Dr. Brunson is a doctor specialized in everything that involves a bladder or urethra. He's used to rare handicaps like these. After Rachelle left his office, he started finishing the dossier, only to let it end in his big filing cabinet. Rachelle made her way out of the hospital. It was a 10 minute bus drive or a 30 minute walk back home. She chose the walk. After all, she didn't have to worry about having to pee very badly. On her way home, she picked up a few magazines. Chapter 1 As she arrived home, Rachelle found the house was a big mess. She slapped her magazines on the dining table as she was making her way to the sofa. There, her younger sister, Ashlee, sits sprawled in the sofa. "Don't you hate it when it's a big mess like this?" Rachelle grumbled. "Not really. You can clean the house every day, but then it would get messy within an hour again. So why not let it all just get a mess and then clean altogether?" "It just looks so filthy." "But it's not unhygienic here, is it?" "No," Rachelle sighed, "you're probably right." "But if you want to clean up today, maybe I'll help you." "Maybe? What's that supposed to mean?" "I did the cleaning last time, remember? It's your turn now." "Great..." Rachelle mumbled frowning her eyebrows. A little silence fell as Ashlee zapped through the channels of the television. "Oh hey, how was the doctor's appointment?" Ashlee changed the subject. "It went good, actually." "Have any medical prescriptions?" "As it turns out, I'm not sick. I have what Dr. Brunson likes to call an unnaturally large bladder. It's capable of containing two liters of urine." "What? Wow! That's incredible!" "Incredible? It's just a weird handicap," Rachelle answered stoically. "No, it isn't. It's a blessing in disguise. How I would like to be able to pee two liters. That would be great!" "You and your fetish..." Rachelle and Ashlee live together in an apartment. They keep very few secrets for each other. This is because of a ghastly childhood they shared. They both have been sexually abused by their father after their mother committed suicide. Their father got arrested two years ago and since then, the sisters live together and take care of each other. Because they share a lot of secrets, Rachelle knows about Ashlee's preference for pee fetishisms. They know very much about each other's sex life. They even engaged in threesomes or foursomes. As Rachelle is the more placid type, Ashlee is the wild rock-chick of the couple. She's not as tall as her sister, about 1.65 meters, and she wears trashy clothes with truly insane haircuts, involving nearly every color in the color spectrum. Ashlee always has boyfriends more often than Rachelle. It's not whorish, she's just very outspoken. Rachelle on the other hand, is way more laidback and stoic. The two sisters can't be more contrary as Rachelle is about 1.90 meters tall and a tad chubby. Not overweighty-chubby, but beautifully-filled-chubby. With her long and sleek blonde hair and her busty upper body, she could seduce practically every man on the planet. "Wow...pee two liters...in one setting," Ashlee continued fantasizing about it while staring at the ceiling. "Will you stop about it now? It's only a handicap." "Only a handicap...are you kidding me? You're blessed!" "Whatever..." Rachelle replied unimpressed. "I want to see it." "Don't be silly." "No I'm serious, show me." "And I would do that why, exactly?" "Because it's a rare gift?" Ashlee has always been the type that tries a lot of things. Drugs, sex. She's just a bit warped. But nothing gets her on more than peeing. She's the type that tells you she could cum by hearing the sound of a pee beam clattering on the ground or by listening to the hissing and surging sound of a peeing pussy. It's not exactly clear what her sexual orientation is. When one would ask whether she's straight or lesbian, she'd answer 'yes'. After some persuasion, Rachelle agreed to pee for Ashlee. "Because you're my sister. But I'm not gonna clean it up, you hear me?" "No, don't sweat it. I'll do it." "I'll never get used to this." "Just don't hold back. Let it all fly!" Ashlee gleamed. "Do I need to squat or something?" "No, sit sprawled in the sofa and spread your legs. That's all you do, sissie." "Right...whatever." Rachelle undid her pants and plummeted into the sofa. She sprawled and opened her legs. Her vagina is one of a true woman: well developed, some pubic hair in a nicely shaved V- shape. Ashlee kneeled right next to Rachelle. "Now lift up your pussy lips and spread them out a bit." "Like this?" Rachelle clumsily adjusted her finger's position. "No no no. It's a special technique. You have to do it like this. Come on, remove your hand, I've got this." Ashlee knows exactly what she's doing. She placed her finger on her sister's pussy flaps. "Like this. Now you do it." "Sooo...like this?" "Exactly! Now let her rip!" Rachelle loosened tension. A nice, clean, but short arc expelled out of her yoni. "Ohw baby, that looks hot," Ashlee said before she bit on her under lip. "Like this?" "Yes. Yes! Fuck, I think I have to finger myself now," Ashlee panted. "Just let it go like this?" "No. Hold your lips like that, but push harder!" As Ashlee's hand disappeared under her short skirt, Rachelle applied more pressure on her bladder. This resulted in a gushing stream of pee. Ashlee made a short squeal of pleasure by looking at the juices flying all through the living room. Even the always stoic Rachelle giggled in marvel when she sees how her piss arc easily squirts two meter away. A rapidly expanding puddle originated at that distance. "Wow baby, you piss so horny!" "Uhn...this feels great," Rachelle gasped. "It doesn't seem to end. My pussy is so wet already." "Ugh...don't I have to stop?" "NO! Keep squirting those delicious liquids!" "...but it's so much." "The more, the better. Hmmmmm...listen to that sound," Ashlee admired. Ashlee started fingering herself more ferociously as she seemed to be fascinated beyond believe about how much piss surged out of her sister's vagina. After a piss that seemed to take about 30 seconds, Rachelle was struggling to get her breath back again. "Oh...hhfff...ppfff...that was...h... hornier than I expected." "Don't move. I have to lick you clean." "Oh, Ashlee, you can't do that," "Yes I can." 'But that's -' Before Rachelle could say anything, Ashlee had crawled between her legs and started licking with her tongue piercing like a playful puppy while she kept fingering her own moist twat. "Hmmmm, you taste so delicious," "Ashlee..." "Hhmmm, can you see my plump little butt from there?" "Yes, it's so round. Don't stop licking now. This feels wicked good..." "Oof...hhff...I'm going to cum, Rachelle." "Ashlee...uhn...you're to going to squirt for me?" "Yes baby, this feels so good." Ashlee started panting heavier and faster and Rachelle enjoyed the view of her sister licking her out with her spherical bum sticking out at the back. Suddenly, Ashlee pulled back her head from Rachelle's pussy and yelped a high pitched 'AH!' before she squirted her feminine ejaculate all to the ground. A powerful jet stream of squirt juice bursts out: *sssshhhllll*. Then, another surge of squirt: *shhhrrrrllllssshh*. And another: *ppsssshhhhhlll*. Ashlee pushed her face back in Rachelle's wet vagina, rubbing it through and through. "Oh, sis. You squirt real good there," Rachelle breathes in amazement. "I was so horny by your peeing," Ashlee moaned. "I didn't know I could get so horny by this." "You pissed fantastically." "Look at the mess we made," Rachelle giggled. "Let's mop it up." "Don't worry, I'll help you." Salty Liquids 1: Rachelle Ch. 02 "You should've heard the sound it makes." "Wow, the sound of it must've been so hot," Ashlee's best friend, Lauren, replied. "It hissed, it spattered, it clattered." "I'm getting wet by the idea alone." "Well come on then, chick, finger yourself. Show me your tiny kitty," Ashlee encouraged her best friend. Although Lauren is Ashlee's best friend, she's by far not as outspoken as Ashlee is. Lauren is one year younger and she looks up to everything Ashlee says or does. Ashlee is like a prime example to her. Lauren tries to dress like her, tries to talk like her. And Ashlee likes to be on top of that chain. Despite their friendship is mutual, Ashlee is the leading figure. Lauren does about everything Ashlee tells her to. "Geez. I don't know if that's a good idea. I think I'll squirt through my entire room," Lauren said cautiously. "Oh baby, it's been so long since I saw you squirt." By this time, Lauren was already fingering herself under her skirt. The cheeks of her somewhat clumsy looking dark haired face blushed a bit pinkish. She wore pigtails and a denim short skirt, pretty much like Ashlee does. Except Ashlee wears a checkered skirt. "Here hun, I'll help you remove your panties," Ashlee offered. "I'm so wet down there already." Ashlee reached her hands under Lauren's skirt. With a skilful move, she hooked her fingers in the elastic fiber of Lauren's red panties and yanked it towards her with a playful grin. "Oh Lauren, your pussy looks really hot in there..." "Please, tell me more about your sister's peeing," Lauren asked. "I helped her spread her pussy lips like I learned you. She then let her pussy piss a nice clean arc on the ground." Lauren closes her eyes and sighs. Her middle finger is making roundish motions on her swelling clitoris. Ashlee can't restrain herself and has to bring down her hand, too. "Then, she pushed harder and a huge stream of pee shoots all through the room." "Go on..." Lauren whispered. "I admired the arc she shot out of her pussy. I was too surprised to even do something. I would've liked to be at the end of that hissing fountain." "Yes, that's it, I'm cumming..." "And as the last drops spew out of her..." "Aah...yesss..." Lauren gasped. "I licked her pisswet twat to get a taste of it." "Uhn..." "Just like I'm going to do to you now." Ashlee went straight for her target. She almost nosedived into Lauren's crevice and started licking like there was no tomorrow. This was too much for Lauren, as she tried not to cum too heavy. Her hips started contracting and her hands clamped on those of Ashlee, who has laid hers on Lauren's hips. Lauren started writhing in ecstasy. Her tight little pussy exploded in Ashlee's face, drenching her entire face. "Oh shit, the floor." "It'll dissolve. Don't stress, it's clear as crystal. You know that," Ashlee assured while wiping parts of her face clean. "And your face, teeheehee," Lauren giggled. "This is the face of pure porn." Like an obsessed maniac, Ashlee had to lick Lauren clean of any remaining drops. "Hmmm...slp...hmm...ssllp...get the dildo, Lauren." "Oh, you're gonna go down the hardcore road?" Lauren came upright and reached for a drawer stashed under her bed. She grabbed a 25 cm long pink vibrating dildo. "No, not that one..." "Which one then? This one? From my birthday?" Lauren asked. "No, the double sided..." Ashlee already saw the monstrosity lying in the drawer. It went silent for a moment. Lauren was visually impressed by the sheer size of the double sided. "This," Ashlee raised the trunk in the air, "is gonna disappear all the way in our cunts..." "Geez, Ashlee, it's 40 centimeter." "40 centimeters that will disappear into us both. Kneel down on the floor, we'll do ass to ass." Lauren succumbed to Ashlee's instructions and engaged doggie style position for Ashlee, who had no friction shoving the almost 5 centimeter thick black dildo into Lauren's holiest spot. She then kneeled opposite to Lauren and pushed the other end in. "Oh, this feels heavenly," Ashlee sighed. "It's in so deep already, I feel my toe's tingling." "Push hard against my bum, you dirty little tramp". As Lauren and Ashlee both push their butts hard against each other, they both squealed and moaned in pleasure. Ashlee actually started sweating. The two round little butts bounced against each other, causing their assfat to vibrate and shake back and forth. "Look over your shoulder," Ashlee gasped. Lauren turned her head. They had eye contact through the entire session. "Now go lie down on the ground," Ashlee commanded. "On my belly?" "No, face up." "I think I know what you're going to do." "You don't know shit, you little skidmark." "Oh, Ashlee, what is it you're going to do to me?" Ashlee has one distinctive characteristic: when she gets really, really hot and dirty, she becomes a virago-like mistress, bossing over her partner...or partners. Ashlee stepped over Lauren's head. Lauren looked up, straight into her sopping hole. "I could piss all over your kiddy-like pigtails if I wanted now, but I have other plans with you." "I'll do whatever you want, sweetie." "Then lick my wet cunt out like you're life depends on it," Ashlee whispered softly through her front teeth. Lauren stuck out her tongue to Ashlee. Ashlee didn't hesitate and dropped on her knees, right above Lauren's face, who didn't hesitate on her turn either. She grabbed Ashlee firmly by her hips and pushed her crotch down on her face, licking and tonguing every square millimeter of her young feminine flesh. "Oh...don't stop this...I'm gonna..." "sssshhppp...ssllpp..." "My clit, it's swelling even further..." Lauren proceeded licking, despite the fact that at some point she was struggling for air because Ashlee sat on her throat. "Open your mouth, you little pest! I'm gonna spray my love juice in your throat!!" Ashlee wildly grabbed both Lauren's pigtails and pulled her head fiercely to her pussy. Lauren had no choice but to open her mouth since Ashlee pulling her hair really hurt her. Ashlee then unloaded a surge of squirt juice straight in Lauren's mouth. She put all her energy in that enormous stream. "Yessss!! Aahhh!! Fffffuuuuuck!!" Ashlee yelped. There was no way for Lauren to swallow such abundant amounts of girl cum and lots of it expelled via her mouth corners. She was close to drowning in Ashlee's love liquids. When Ashlee saw Lauren gulped down the last swig, she wiped off her pussy lips in Lauren's face. "Uhn...That tastes so sweet..." Lauren sighed high pitched. "Babygirl, that was so hot. You swallowed real good." "It's so warm and juicy." "Look at that stain under your head," Ashlee marveled. "Oh that's nothing. It'll go away." "Next time, I'm gonna bring Rachelle in on this..." Salty Liquids 1: Rachelle Ch. 03 The amber colored sun sunk down behind the horizon as Rachelle and her date were enjoying a glass of wine. Technically, this is not a date anymore to both of them. They've seen each other quite some time now, but somehow both are reluctant to engage in a relationship. They both like to call it a friendship. There was some sex going on however...oh yes...there was... "So, what are we going to do tonight?" Asked Mark. "Dunno. Watch the sunset and get drunk?" Rachelle responded laconically. "Fair enough. I want a magazine to read however." "Get a new bottle of wine on the way back, will you?" "Sure..." Mark is the kind of guy that fits Rachelle really well: about just as stoic, not too much feelings-blabla, easily satisfied. With his 1.80 meter he's obviously shorter than Rachelle, but that doesn't bother him. He has medium long brown curly hair and has a slender body build. Mark returned with a new bottle of wine. "Thanks, hun." "Would you like to tell me what this is?" He held a book in Rachelle's face, turned it around and started reading the title aloud: "Holy drops: A collection of techniques for improved pee pleasure." Before Rachelle could explain anything, Mark had turned around the book and read the backside: "This book contains carefully described urination techniques that will help you..." "SSSSHHHH!!! Not so loud, idiot," Rachelle interrupted. "What's written in this book?" He asked while studying the book. "Oof, where do I start?" Not wanting to reveal her and Ashlee's secret, she came up with some crappy story. "You know how I told you last time that I have an unnaturally large bladder? Well, that came with some setbacks. And I wanted to relieve of those setbacks. So I ordered a copy of this book to find new techniques to urinate in a way that's better for my bladder." "And you didn't bother going to your doctor?" "No, I didn't want to blow up things." "Look at this. Here's thoroughly described how both men and women can produce further reaching pee beams." "Yeah...weird huh," Rachelle responded feeling a bit trapped. "Is this what you mean by –better for my bladder-?" "Yes, it's out there somewhere. I haven't read it j-" "What are you hiding, Rachelle?" Mark closes the book and looks smiling at Rachelle. "What do you mean, hiding?" "Are you into watersports?" "What...no...that's preposterous!" "You're a horrible liar," Mark grinned at Rachelle. "Liar? That book..." "I'm a big fan, you know," Mark interrupted. "Wh...you what?" Rachelle looks puzzled. "I'm a fan. I like watersports. I find it exhilaratingly horny to see a woman pee." "You do?" "You can't comprehend the amount of times I've pictured you peeing a nice, long and clean arc through the air," Mark spoke softly. "Oh baby..." "When you told me about your bladder, I was beyond thrill. Imagine all that hot fluids being put to good use." "Let's go inside, now..." Rachelle whispered. Mark and Rachelle left the balcony and locked the door behind them. Mark helped Rachelle getting her clothes off. "It just so happens that I have to pee. And with my capacity, that means -" "I'm in for a waterfall? Please babe, splash me with your hot liquids!" "Go kneel in front of me..." "How far? Like this?" "Yes, there." Mark positioned himself about two meters away from Rachelle, who sprawled herself deep into the sofa with her legs folded in. Rachelle giggled as she looked at Mark waiting for her to squirt her pee through the room. Without any warning, she unleashed a fountain of tiny little drops of piss, totally unlike the clean beam she made the first time with Ashlee. The drops flew through the entire living room. Rachelle pushed so hard, her head turned red. Mark tried to collect as much as possible, but it was too messy. "Oh babe, I'm soaked. Go on!" "Uhn...hhmmfff." Because Rachelle had been pushing so hard, the heaviest of the eruption was already over. Mark crawled closer to keep slurping up Rachelle's juices. "You taste great." "Look at your cock all steely and hard." "Piss over my cock." Mark stood up and let Rachelle piss the remainder of her bladder over his nearly exploding phallus. Mark just had to jerk off at the feeling of all that warm urine sprinkling his dick. "I have to piss, too." "In my mouth," Rachelle said without thinking. "You want this hard pissing rod in your mouth? Or in your wet grotto?" "Both. Now replenish me." Mark decided to start at Rachelle's mouth, which opened half with her tongue hanging out. Rachelle was able to stare right in Mark's urethra, but not for long. A thin and concentrated pee beam launched out of his rock hard cock. Then, Rachelle couldn't help herself and put his dick in her mouth while it was still pissing. "Oh baby, that's...damnnnn," Mark exhaled. Mark looked at Rachelle's cheeks getting more spherical. Then, within one gulp, the entire content of her mouth was gone. She pulled out Mark's cock again to see it's still pissing a nice clean beam. "You dirty little drinker." "That tastes so good..." Rachelle gasped while fingering herself. "Now that other hole." "Yes, you go fuck that pussy good." Mark injected his piss expelling meat rod straight in Rachelle. She felt her inside getting filled up with warm and fresh pee. Pee that couldn't find a way about because Mark's cock was blocking the way. As soon as Mark felt he had injected enough, he retreated his penis, resulting in a blast of piss out of Rachelle pussy. This made him so horny he had to jerk off in Rachelle's face. "Come here with that gigantic dick." "I'm going to cum any minute..." "Plaster my face, hottie," Rachelle encouraged him. Mark had gotten so horny that when Rachelle started jerking, he instantly bursts in Rachelle's face. Two high velocity shots skimmed over Rachelle's forehead. Another two shots landed on Rachelle's touted lips. The last shots covered Rachelle's large tits in man goo. Rachelle obviously seemed to enjoy the taste of the sticky white as her tongue appears from in between her touted lips to scoop it inside her mouth and Mark helped her rub his own product out over Rachelle's big bosom. Salty Liquids 1: Rachelle Ch. 04 *SSSNNNNIRRFFFFF* "That's it babe, sniff it in deep," Ashlee encouraged Zoe, a classmate of hers. "Oh, ffff...uck," Zoe gasped while wiping her nose off. "Hey, where's that spliff?!" Kate shouted "Who cares, there's enough!" Ashlee cheered. Ashlee was breaking bad once again. Knowing Rachelle was gone for the night, she invited four of her friends and classmates over to her place to have a good ol' time, accompanied by a handful of cocaine and marijuana and loads of booze. Although it wasn't common, whenever one of them had the chance to lay their hand on drugs, they wouldn't hesitate. Lauren plummeted into sofa next to Zoe. "Are you horny?" Lauren asked being clearly high on drugs and intoxicated. "Only when I see you," Zoe replied while sipping out of a bottle of scotch. Zoe is the most striking appearance in the group of five. With her 1.90 meter, she well surpasses all girls in length and with her big bust, rotund behind and curvy upper legs, she has all the female features a man could wish for. Being in Ashlee's friends group, she dressed accordingly. Her short skirt is made out of denim fiber and she wears purple knee socks. Not afraid of her body size, she wears a tight black long sleeve which accentuates her large bosom and slightly shows her cute muffin tops on her waist. "And you? You look very horny too," Zoe continued. "Yes, my butt begs to be caressed today." Lauren stood up and flashed her round butt to Zoe. Zoe succumbed immediately and stroked Lauren's soft butt-skin. Zoe and Lauren go a while back. Lauren always suspected Zoe had a crush on her. "Those sweet soft buttocks," Zoe admired Lauren's plump butt. As Lauren crashed back in the sofa, Zoe pulled Lauren towards her and started kissing her passionately. Lauren didn't seem to be bothered by this advance at all. Soon, hands from both sides started touching forbidden places. "Alright! We've got ourselves some lesbian action going on here!" Ashlee shouted while clapping and cheering. Being under influence of cocaine, she talked quite fast and loud; "Mind if I join in? Oh you don't? That's swell, because my cunt is dripping wet! Who's gonna lick it?" Ashlee jabbered on. "Zoe? Will you stick your finger up her asshole so she'll shut up?" "I'll see if I can do that!" Zoe said confidently. "My asshole? Now that sounds pornyhorny!" Ashlee giggled. Ashlee kneeled between the girls and both Lauren's and Zoe's hands lifted up Ashlee's tiny skirt as she bent doggie style on the sofa. "Zoe, there's the ass your finger's going to disappear in," Lauren taunted. "Mind if I use two fingers?" Zoe replied. Lauren tugs down Ashlee's thin red panties and Zoe made her hand slide down Ashlee's perinea. She made circular movements with her fingers. Ashlee squinted her eyes and made obscene movements to Lauren with her tongue hanging out. All of a sudden, Kate and Sophia turned up out of nowhere. Nobody knew where they've been. A clearly wasted Sophia giggles and laughs constantly. Kate, having a big torch-like spliff between her fingers, looked down and started reading: "Holy drops: A collection of techniques for improved pee pleasure". Ashlee got up from the sofa and snatched the book out of Kate's hands. She looked deeply into Kate's eyes, who seemed to be intimidated by Ashlee. It went silent, with only the stereo playing 'a song for the dead' from Queens of the Stone Age in the background. "Have you read it?" Ashlee asked dead serious, "if you say no, I'll punch you in the gut." "Erhm, yes? I have..." "Great, demonstrate me then!" "...what...?" Kate asked surprised. Ashlee didn't even have to point out it wasn't hers. She tends to be very protective to her older sister, so neither did she mention her name. As crafted as she was, she saw this as an opportunity to turn this in her favor. "You've read this, right? Feel free to pee in my living room." "What book is that?" Zoe asked curiously. "Ask Kate," Ashlee replied. "But Ashlee...I don't even know what that means," Kate said puzzled. "You heard me. Pee. Here. Now." "But I don't have to..." "What about you, Sophia?" "No...me neither." "Naaah what the heck, I'll show it to you then." Zoe, Kate and Sophia looked like they saw a ghost. They didn't know about Ashlee's random falling outs. As opposed to Lauren, who's used to it. "But when I'm finished, you two have to follow me up!" "Well, okay...I guess," Sophia answered laconically. Lauren looked at Zoe very lewdly and whispered: "This is gonna be very horny". Ashlee made space on the sofa and pulled down her skirt. The girls kept staring at Ashlee's exposed lower body. Lauren has seen it more times than she can remember and Zoe has participated in a threesome twice with Ashlee, so she knows what she's seeing too. "Just pull up your legs and fold them a bit like this. Pull up your pussy lips and wiggle them up and down to change the direction of your beam." Without any announcement, Ashlee gushed the complete content of her bladder through the living room. Lauren had her hand under her skirt long before Ashlee began. "Damn, fucking hot," Lauren whispered to herself. "Wow, that looks amazing!" Sophia exclaimed. "What a shower! Push harder babe!" Kate yelled. The girls seemed to enjoy themselves with the sight of Ashlee hosing through the room and the sound of her piss landing harshly on the tiles. Lauren couldn't help herself and put her open mouth in the trajectory of Ashlee's beam. "Woah, Lauren!" Zoe shouted. "Drink it all, hottie!" Sophia encouraged her. Lauren's sleek and lank hair soaked up lots of the piss spurting out of Ashlee's little hole. When Ashlee focused her jet more, it shot dead straight in Lauren's throat. With a couple of explicit gulps, she replenished her thirst, leaving her demanding gallons more of her best friend's waters. Unfortunately, Ashlee raged out after about 15 seconds. "How did it taste?" Zoe asked curiously. "Better than scotch!" Lauren replied exhilarated and wiping her mouth clean. "And that, girls, is how you piss. So from now on, the bathroom stays locked. All pissing is done in this room!" Ashlee commanded. "I think I have to go next..." Sophia volunteered. Sophia exposed her slender legs by pulling down her pants. Full of anticipation, she took place on the hot seat, the royal chair of extreme piss squirting. "I want to get soaked tonight!" Ashlee yelled. "But I have to pee too," said Kate. "The more the better. Hose me down!" "You mean the two of us? At the same time? "Of course, you numskull. Both of you, in my mouth!" "Then I can't stay behind," said Lauren, who also wanted to pee. "Zoe, get your big butt over here and undress. You want to be in the middle of this!" Ashlee invited her. The three girls struggled to sprawl all at the same time in the sofa, but somehow they got it working. They lifted their legs up like Ashlee did and Sophia was the first to spray her lovely warm juices over Ashlee and Zoe. The two voluntary victims posed on all fours when they saw the storm of droplets flying in their direction. Leaning shoulder to shoulder, the duo savored the waterfall with their tongue out of their mouths. "This is so fucking hot," Ashlee sighed in ecstasy. A few seconds after Sophia, Lauren opened her tap as well. Now, Ashlee and Zoe enjoyed double the amount of urine landing on their faces. They combined the sensation of getting drenched in double girl liquids with ardent tonguing, exchanging piss with each other. "Play with my piss," Lauren moaned softly "Ready for some more?" Kate added. Kate must've had a really full bladder as her liquids raged out in the most extraordinary fashion. Whereas Lauren and Sophia produced a nice round arc, Kate just surged her bodily fluids in the most messy way imaginable. For a few seconds, it was an Armageddon of girl piss as all three of them aimed their pee at Ashlee and Zoe, who were overjoyed with their warm shower. There wasn't a single spot of skin that wasn't covered in uric. A lake of clear, fresh, pure product formed around their hands leaning on the ground. "This is incredible!" Zoe exclaimed in a sort of trance. "All that pee," Ashlee mumbled while struggling to catch it all. Because Kate had applied such insane pressure, she was the first to bail out. Ashlee wanted to lick Kate clean. That's her thing. She gets so much excitement out of licking a pussy clean of piss. But Zoe beat Ashlee to it and started licking Kate's gently dripping snatch in the most profound way Ashlee had ever seen. "Babygirl, you lick that clit good." Because Zoe did this in doggie style position, Sophia and Lauren aimed their showers at Zoe's bulgy butt while Ashlee rubbed the steaming hot wetness all over. Little devil as Ashlee is, she couldn't restrain herself and fingered Zoe in her wet and soppy twat, making her squirm in excitement. "I feel the piss slipping in my hole. Don't stop," she gasped. The trinkles of Sophia and Lauren started to decrease in intensity. Reason for Ashlee to force her index finger in Zoe's asscrack. "Yes!" she yelped high pitched. Ashlee felt a little resistance at first, but within seconds, she could effortlessly shove her entire finger all the way up Zoe's tight rectum. Kate and Sophia looked jealously at how Zoe licked harder and harder on Lauren's throbbing loveknot. Not wanting to sit there idling, they caressed Lauren's sturdy boobs and kissed her wildly. "This feels magical! I feel something...rushing...inside," Zoe tried to describe her feeling. "That's it dear, build it up!" Ashlee encouraged. "Gonna squirt, babe?" Kate asked in anticipation. Kate was quick to get off the sofa and stimulate Zoe even further by powerfully massaging her clit. Wanting to experience the warmth of a pussy shower herself, she laid on her back and shoved her head under Zoe's pussy. From that perspective, she enjoyed the full view of Zoe's perfect cunt. That cunt with the richly filled lips touting outwards as it felt the pressure building further and further, the cute and pink peanut-sized knob integrated with those lips pulsating with the insatiable desire of more and more and more. Her view blurred by a sudden eruption of skin-numbingly hard squirt stream. The tsunami of ejaculate raged so hard out of Zoe's hole that her butt could very well have lifted off the ground. "nnyyYAAAAAHhhhh," Zoe shrieked in delight. It was a long and intense gush. Ashlee made sure of that. The two fingers she stuck up Zoe's anus delivered her the orgasmic coup de grace. The seemingly endless ejaculation provided Kate with a cyclone accumulating into an ocean of squirt wet under her back. In the aftermath of this grotesque orgasm, Zoe's twat spouted out a few more short hiccups of clear juice, like it coughed out the last remains of whatever content was left after that... Salty Liquids 1: Rachelle Ch. 05 A strong wind blew through the streets of Delfino City. Rachelle's hair wove wildly around her head. She took shelter in a bus stop since she had to take the bus back home from school. Having some time to kill, she grabbed a magazine out of her schoolbag and started reading an article, something about keeping unusual pets. Despite the fact that she took shelter, the wind blew a few pages of her magazine over while she was reading. This happened a couple of times before she realized that it was useless to keep reading with this strong wind. Rachelle had a long day and she was gazing dreamingly into the cloudless sky. She looked around and found she was the only one waiting for the bus when it arrived. Rachelle entered the empty bus and went for the back, hoping she could read her magazine uninterrupted for the next 15 minutes. The bus departed and the prerecorded female voice announced the next destination: "Next stop...Delfino Plaza." Within two minutes of straight ahead driving, the bus stopped at Delfino Plaza. Rachelle heard the sliding doors open, but didn't pay any attention to it. The doors closed again and the bus continued driving. Rachelle glanced ahead of her and she saw a tall and slender girl with black hair approaching. She was quite summery clothed; white framed sunglasses, a summer frock, bare lower legs and a pair of Birkenstocks. As peculiar as it seemed, she took place right next to Rachelle, on the other side of the corridor. Rachelle took a closer look at her temporary neighbor. She wore headphones on her fringe haircut. Rachelle shrug her shoulders slightly and continued reading. The bus was heading for its next stop, again a two minute drive. The girl on the other side stared out of the window, seemingly absorbed in thought. Within two minutes driving, the sliding doors opened again. Nothing entered the bus, except a few leafs powered by the strong wind that was roaring outside. The sliding doors closed once more and the bus accelerated away. The girl turned her head to Rachelle. Rachelle didn't notice this at first, but after a nasty speed bump, she saw the girl was staring at her. Rachelle couldn't figure out if the girl was specifically looking at her since she wore sunglasses. Not thinking too much of it, Rachelle continued her article. But the girl didn't steer her glance away from Rachelle and she started getting uncomfortable by it. After a short while, she had enough: "You want something from me?" The girl smiled at Rachelle and turned her head away from her. "I thought so," Rachelle concluded the short and one-sided conversation. Her view pulled away from the girl with a quasi-unimpressed expression. She tried to continue her article once more. Only this time, she got distracted by the girl suddenly sighing repeatedly. It wasn't a silent sigh. It was audible. The girl obviously demanded some kind of attention. With open mouth, she gently tilts her head backwards to slowly roll it to Rachelle's side. The girl brought her middle finger to her mouth and started sucking sensually on it. Her tongue slowly slid out of her mouth and she started licking her middle finger. Rachelle had no idea what was going on in the back of that bus, but she started to feel some disturbance. Once more, her mind tried to set to her magazine, but she couldn't ignore the obscene gestures being made next to her. Rachelle looked to her side again. Much to her amazement, the girl lifted her frock very slowly. Her thin upper legs exposed steadily. The gleaming middle finger dragged down between the girl's perky and flat breasts, heading for her belly and sliding down to her crotch. At that point, the girl had lifted her frock in such a way that it was clear she didn't wear any panties at all. A shaven pubis showed under the rolled up frock. "I don't know what you're thinking, but I'm not lesbian," Rachelle said uncertain. She stood up. "So I'm heading for the front of the bus and if you dare follow me there, I'll shove those fancy looking sunglasses somewhere very painful," Rachelle threatened. As she was about to make her way to the front, the girl grabbed Rachelle's wrist. "Hey!" Rachelle exclaimed while looking at the steely strong fingers holding her wrist. The girl had her pussy lips spread outwards. A thin ray of pee spurted out of the bald snatch. It plashed along in a lovely way. Such a clean streak of weewee, it emitted nothing but friendliness. The girl kept her by sunglasses enshrouded look fixed at Rachelle. She couldn't believe what she was witnessing. Feelings of agitation and harassment made place for feelings of intimacy and sensation. Nervously, Rachelle looked to the front of the bus. The driver has his own cabin there and focuses on the traffic. He couldn't see anything. "What are you doing?" Rachelle whispered as soft and as inconspicuous as possible. The mysterious girl didn't answer. Not a nod, not a word. Nothing. All she did was pee a nice little beam to the ground, still staring at Rachelle. The short stretch of rough and uneven road the bus covered at that moment made the back of it swerve. The merrily lapping waters leaving the girl's narrow hole accidentally wetted the underside of her cotton frock. "How did you kn-" Rachelle got pulled down and she plummeted into the somewhat uncomfortable bus seat, right next to the misty girl. She directed Rachelle's hand in front of her peeing pussy. Upon feeling the intensely warm uric tingling the skin of her hand palm, Rachelle faltered a high pitched 'oh'. She watched the stream of golden deliciousness divide over her clamping fingers. "This...oh my god." The girl released the grip on Rachelle's wrist. Her hand remained in that fixed position, close to the source. The soft and stimulating sensation froze Rachelle into place, the smooth and steady stream enticed her. Sunshine fell through the bus' windows. It lighted up the puddle that was expanding beneath the two. It rolled out against their feet. Both of them didn't mind. Rachelle brought her hand closer to the girl's pissing pussy when she noticed the trinkle diminished. "Why are you doing this?" Again, no answer from the incomprehensible girl. "And why don't you say anything?" The brakes of the bus squeaked. It made another stop. Not Rachelle's. The girl fumbled her frock down and stood up. Rachelle was too baffled to make way for her, so the girl's athletic looking legs swung over Rachelle's lap. Heading for the exit, the girl didn't look back to what she left behind: a large pool of pee and a puzzled individual. Rachelle looked at her wet hand. She brought it to her nose to smell the acidy scent. Like hypnotized, she brought it closer to her nose, but also to her lips. Softly, she dragged her lips over the surface of her drenched hand palm, trying to distinguish the salty taste and making sense of this all. Salty Liquids 1: Rachelle Ch. 06 "Alright, that concludes PE for today. Clean up the gym and get dressed, we're already late," Mr. Schwarz shouted with a stringent voice. The students of Delfino High cleared out the gym like it was a drill being practiced for the hundredth time. Mr. Schwarz was the kind of PE teacher with a jogging suit. He was quite young for a teacher, around his 30's. He is a charismatic man and all students respect him. "Chris, Patrick. Come over here." Chris and Patrick were the two outcast students every high school seems to have. "I'm afraid I have to keep you here for another half hour. Your grades are dropping below E." "Come on, no," said Chris, the chatterbox of the two. Chris has the biggest mouth amongst all students. He is well known for being a loudmouth without balls. It doesn't really help that he is also one of the shortest students to walk around. To compensate for his own uncertainty, he wears expressive clothes, most of the time accomplished by a beanie or a baseball cap. "Oh yes, you better believe it. Unless you want an F on your report?" Mr. Schwarz convinced the two students. "God damnit, and here I had plans for an online Call of Duty session." Opposite to Chris, Patrick is the reserved and silent type of the two. He's tall, skinny and pimply. He always wears black oversized t-shirts with nerdy messages or phrases on them. Mr. Schwarz gave the two some coordination exercises. Meanwhile, he was doing some of his own administration. The two poor performing students used the extra exercise to catch up on their digital knowledge: "Have you checked the DLC for Need for Speed Most Wanted?" Patrick asked Chris. "Nope, fresh out of MP." "I'm gonna format my drive one of these days. I'm almost through my 1 TB." "My external is still for sale, you know," Chris offered Patrick to buy something off him. "Deleting is easier." After half an hour, extra PE-lesson was over for Chris and Patrick. Mr. Schwarz rounded up the day: "Okay boys, clean up those cones and wipe the floor. I have to leave early for a meeting. See you tomorrow!" "Right, bye!" Patrick waved. When the gym was taken care of, Chris and Patrick went to the dressing room. They still chattered on about their computers and their games. "My brother bought Super Smash Bros. Brawl for his Wii." "That game sucks balls. Kiddy trash with all the happy colors," Chris denigrated. "How's your Nvidia Geforce GTX 750?" "It rocks. I'm currently running GTA V at max res." "Sweet." When the boys were putting on their good clothes, the dressing room door slowly screeched open. "Hey? What are you doing here?" Patrick asked confused. "You do realize this is a men's room, right?" Chris added. "You call yourself men? Show me." The two students had no idea what was happening or who entered their dressing room. "Show? S...show what?" Patrick stuttered. "You sure you wanna hang with the big boys?" Chris bragged. "Y'know who I am?" "Yes. You're Ashlee...right?" Patrick stuttered on. "I'm the embodiment of desire," Ashlee spoke calmly while locking the door behind her. "Well, Ash-Lee," said Chris whilst confidently walking towards Ashlee, "if you're so desiring, then why don't you st-" *SMACK!* Sounded the harsh slap in Chris' face. "GAAAAAHHHHRRR!" Having his hand on his cheek, Chris grunted in pain while looking with peeling eyes to Ashlee. Walking forwards with a threatening dead eyed glance, Ashlee forced Chris walking backwards and tripping over his own sportsbag. Biting on her teeth and squinting her eyes in a frighteningly evil way, she knocks down a bench full of gym stuff in a short explosion of rage and insanity. "You pansies are going to give me infinite pleasure," she growled with an evil grin. "GAAAHHH...aaaahh...oommf" "Get up, crybaby!" "I'm sorry, but-" Patrick tried to reason Ashlee. "What! You complaining?" In the meantime, Chris struggled up with torn eyes. "The fuck did you do that for?" Chris stammered while rubbing his cheek. Ashlee walked to a frozen Patrick and with one yank, she pulled down both his blue sports short and his oversized boxer short. "Ah?" Patrick yelped while staring down at his member. "Now isn't that a cute looking weener?" Ashlee described Patrick's unshaved 4 inch long prick. She grabbed it firmly in her hand and used it to pull Patrick towards her. She lifted up her skirt and slapped Patrick's limp dick against her snatch. "Aren't you going to do anything? Don't you wanna join this?" Ashlee aimed at Chris. Chris was too baffled to reply. "Ooooh, I know someone who's ready for some action," Ashlee said provokingly when she felt Patrick's cock getting bigger and harder. Patrick was too stunned to even touch Ashlee. His arms hung statically alongside his skinny upper body. In the meantime, Ashlee proceeded to jerk his growing dick. Chris could only watch what Ashlee was doing to his friend. Knowing that Patrick wasn't going to do anything, Ashlee undressed herself. Familiarly, she wore a maroon skirt that soundlessly fell on the dressing room's floor. Not bothering with the buttons of her white blouse, she just pulled it over her head and threw it in Chris' face with a sly giggle. Last mentioned stared in fascination at Ashlee's small, but well proportioned body that was now only covered by thin and seductive underwear, a pair of black knee socks and a pair of colorful sneakers. Her back was decorated with seemingly nonsensical tattooed Chinese letters, her shoulders covered by mixture of infinitely deep black hair and sallow pink highlights, her front side equipped with a navel piercing and two smaller tattoo's on either of her thighs. With a nonchalant tug, she undid her white bra. Her sturdy B sized cup boobies stood firm, with her tiny pink nipples standing up like proud soldiers. "You sure you don't want a piece of this?" Ashlee looked from the corners of her eyes and raised her eyebrows. She squatted down, clamped her fingers under the glans of Patrick's cock like she was holding a cigarette and started licking it along its entire length. Her tongue piercing dragged along Patrick's swollen corpuscle. Feeling how hard Patrick's cock was getting, Ashlee knocked it on her tongue hanging out of her mouth, smiling with enjoyment. "I don't know what I must do," Patrick apprehensively tried not to upset Ashlee. "Don't worry, little bear. Just do as I tell you." With full conviction, Ashlee stuffed her mouth with Patrick's throbbing phallus. He held his breath as he saw his complete dick disappear into Ashlee. She kept the bursting glans of Patrick's fuckstick marinating in her throat. When she retreated her head from Patrick's genital zone, Ashlee jerked in furious tempo. "This is...geez." Ashlee's head bounced back and forth as she was powerfully sucking Patrick's pole and her hand slid under her sexy white panties to stimulate her knot of pleasure. As stimulated as she got, she couldn't ignore the spectating Chris standing two meter away from her. She got up agitatedly and stormed towards Chris, whose cheek now had four thin and reddish welts. "The fuck are you spying on us, HUH?!" She managed to grab some of Chris' short hairs between her fingers and she dragged him by his hair towards a dressing room bench. "On your knees!" Ashlee yelled at him. Chris, struck by fear and intimidation, compelled to Ashlee's stringent orders. She took place on a deep bench, making her able to sprawl. "Lick my cunt, you worthless piece of shit!" Ashlee pulled aside her panties so that Chris would be able to do what he was told to. Not exactly conceiving what he was seeing, Chris slowly moved his face towards the target. Ashlee's pussy has slim and strained lips, with the majora's graciously folded over the minora's, characterized by carefully cut triangular pubic hair existing of cute and curly brown hairs. Again, she yanked Chris' head towards her lovehole, pulling him straight with his nose into it. He was visibly appalled by the seafoody smell and the sultry sweaty taste of Ashlee's pussy. "What's the matter? Don't know how to lick a slit?" "No, I've never done th-" "What fucking good are you then? Open your trap!" Not having the slightest idea what he was in for, Chris reluctantly opened his mouth. "You, trollface, over here," Ashlee commanded referring to Patrick's t-shirt, "shove that cock in my throat." Patrick's dick slid flawlessly in the back of Ashlee's mouth. Ashlee moaned through her nose when she felt the relief of her bladder unloading in Chris' face. "GAH! RRGG!" Chris' grunting sounded protesting. He wasn't able to retreat his head because Ashlee was still pulling his hair. He had no choice but to subject to Ashlee's twisted desires. The hundreds of sputtering drops forced his eyes to shut tight with an unpleasant grimace. When Ashlee saw Chris wasn't drinking her juice, she pushed out high velocity bursts of piss in his face, soaking him from top to toe. "There you go, retard. In your face!" After a few powerful shots of girly piss, Ashlee came upright and pulled Chris up by his ears. Like a maniac, she compulsively licked his face clean of her own watery product. "Now let's see what you have to offer," said Ashlee She pulled Chris' lower clothing to reveal a long and slim dick that wasn't activated by any stretch of the imagination. It hung there lifelessly, arrested by feelings of anxiety. "Useless lowlife," Ashlee taunted in a degrading way. She lifted her right knee up the bench while her left leg stood on the ground. Raising her round little butt skywards, Ashlee looked over shoulder to Patrick and his ever raging boner. She made an inviting gesture with her index finger before she sucked on it in a very lascivious way. "Time to enter my wet grotto, hottie." "I...I...don't know if I can do that," Patrick spoke doubtfully. "Just kneel behind my horny little ass and poke it in. That's all you do, honey." Patrick kneeled behind Ashlee and watched her pull her panties aside once more. He saw the surface of her pussy lips gleaming of wetness. Hesitatingly, he aimed the tip of his fully erectile penis at Ashlee's holy hole. Upon making contact, he shuddered with excitement. Slowly, his dick slid between the slim pussy lips, making the glans disappear. Ashlee's pink curtains curled compliantly along with Patrick's staff. "Oh baby, that hits the spot," she whispered. Chris' curiosity peaked when he saw Patrick laying his hands on Ashlee's hips. Afraid of yet another falling out, he stayed put and he tried to view the action from where he was standing. "Go ahead. Take a look at your buddy doing the thing." Cautiously, he approached Patrick and looked at his rocketing dick shoving in and out of Ashlee. "How...does that feel?" He asked curiously. "Like, uhn, wet and soft," Patrick gasped in between the fucking. "Don't tell me you're not horny by that sight. Jerk yourself off," Ashlee demanded Chris to pleasure himself. Feeling no reaction in his slack cock, Chris slowly pulled his foreskin and focused on Ashlee's cute butt wiggling back and forth by the bouncing against Patrick's pelvis. Still, no life occurred in the corpuscles. Although pretending like it's going to happen any minute, he feels like he's running out of time. Ashlee looked back and lost her patience. "Just what is wrong with you? Get over here." Feeling slaved by Ashlee and powerless to do anything, Chris trudged towards Ashlee. His lanky penis swayed about when arrived in front of her. Ashlee was in no mood for dawdling. "Hocus pocus, abracadabra, I command thee to arise!" Chris' head turned red as he experienced the embarrassment of both the refusal of his cock and Ashlee's weird behavior. Meanwhile, Patrick did his best in an attempt to please Ashlee. The full extent of his dick didn't go in despite the fact that Ashlee was well lubricated in her tight crevice. Not knowing what to do, he made short thrusts which made it look quite clumsy, much to Ashlee's boredom. With a powerful push and a playful squeal, she pressed her soft buttocks harshly against Patrick's middle. "What are you turning red for?" Ashlee aimed at Chris. "I have...I think... I have to piss bad." Ashlee's eyes sparkled up: "want to repay the humiliation? Piss in my mouth." "That's -" Ashlee's mouth opened while her head bobbed back and forth playfully. Her hand reached for Chris' willie. He must've held his pee for a long time because it was so eager to burst out, it already squirted uncontrollably before Ashlee could grab hold of it. "Aaaah, yesss," she sighed in anticipation. Her hand steered the strong and clear arc right into the back of her throat. After a few seconds, she couldn't resist the need to put Chris' pecker in her mouth while it spurted piss all over. Upon feeling both the warmth of Ashlee's mouth and the uric accumulating inside it, Chris slowly tilted his head backwards in pleasure. When his head tilted back, he saw Ashlee's cheeks were about to explode. All of a sudden, Ashlee opened her mouth even further than she needed to suck Chris' dick off, making the abundant amounts of piss stream out of her mouth and pitter over her chin. To her delight, she saw Chris' cock was increasing in size. The sensation of his own warm liquid gathering around his cock got to him. It was about to erect beyond comprehension. The beam of pee became stronger, thinner, more concentrated and reached over Ashlee's head. Ashlee was fascinated by the sight of Chris' dagger towering on in a fashion she hasn't seen in a long while. Chris himself could not grasp the hardness of his own member. The extreme thin, long and precise arc of uric demanded no assistance as his 6 inches of reinforced concrete pissed Ashlee right in her face without having to aim. Pumping the waters hands free, Chris rested his hands on his hips and pushed his pelvis forwards. "Now we're talking, baby, now we're talking," she twinkled while seizing hold of Chris' rod. She was in the zone now. Getting banged from behind and getting peed on in front, she could do nothing else but jerk Chris' spraying staff and watch all the piss rain down on her. Her respiration sped up and she bumped her ass faster and harder against Patrick. Switching between sucking and jerking Chris' dick, Ashlee watched the last drops of juice leak out of his cock. With a firm push against Chris' chest, she unplugged herself from Patrick's cock and with a reddened head, she got upright. "Go sit on that bench, right in the piss!" she screeched towards Chris. Afraid of getting slapped in the face again, Chris quickly plummeted into the bench. His rock hard rod bounced up and down by the impact. Ashlee pulled down her panties and swept her leg over Chris' lap, facing him with her backside. She aimed his cock upwards and squatted down on it. Ashlee was so wet and worked up, Chris' cock slipped in without a single sign of resistance. "Aaaah...uuhhnngg," he groaned. "Yeah, YEAH! That cock's right where it needs to be now!" Ashlee went shenanigans on Chris' pole. She grinded back and forth, bumped up and down, rose so high it popped out, clubbed her clit with the slippery fuckstick. It made her forget about Patrick, having to watch idling in place. "Come here, scumbag!" she bossed over him, "your cock, in my mouth!" Patrick stepped on the bench and offered his dick at the mercy of Ashlee's cock-hungry mouth. Her lips curled around the throbbing superficial veins of Patrick's cock. Her other hand roughed her pink jewel up. The ferocious circular motions her four fingers made drove her into the final stage of sexual arousement. She wasn't able to suck on Patrick's cock properly anymore since all of her concentration channeled into her pleasure knob. Her eyes squinted and she bounced harder up and down. Patrick's diminishing hard on fell out of Ashlee's mouth when she focused her view on her heating clit. "Cummin'...cum...cumminnnn'," she gibbered in ecstasy. She grabbed hold of the clothes hangers above the bench. Her pussy clenched Chris' cock in a final chord before she finished the job manually. Her buttock cheeks launched off Chris' waist. She pushed her pelvis forward and emitted a short, but hysterical scream. Her pussy jetted a streak of squirt juice as straight as a drawer, roaring through the entire dressing room. Her piss valve hissed and sizzled by the extensive strength of the fluids rushing through it. Collapsing under the sheer intensity of her orgasm, Ashlee fell backwards and found herself landing on Chris. Not being aware of it herself, Ashlee's squirting persisted and did not give in any power. The beautiful twinkling liquids launched straight upwards, hitting the ceiling before abruptly ending. A deafening silence poured over the dressing room. Chris and Patrick could not believe what they saw. There was so much female ejaculate expelled that their hearts skipped a beat. The panting of the threesome geminated with the periodic sound of drops falling from the damp spot on the ceiling. "Did that just...happen?" Patrick wondered in great perplexity. As much as Chris wanted to give answer, he struggled to catch his breath. He laid there exhausted by his first time experience. Ashlee, having so much more experience, was quick to get back on her feet. She bent over to grab her panties and skirt, flashing her well served pussy for the last time. "Oh my, look at these panties being all drenched in girly cum," she giggled. She throws the soaked underwear at Patrick, who in a reflex caught it in his hands. "Don't worry, this is nothing compared to what I am used to..." Salty Liquids 1: Rachelle Ch. 07 "...and make sure everything is prepared accordingly. A careful preparation prevents unwanted effects and guarantees maximum pleasure," Zoe whispered to herself reading a copy of 'Holy Drops'. Zoe got off her bed and shuffled slowly to the bathroom. She hummed a cheerful tune while picking up a handful of folded towels. Living still at home at her 19th, she held the fort as her parents were gone for a couple of days. Zoe likes to make herself comfortable by wearing not too much. A sleeveless black shirt and red hotpants, to be exact. Her slightly pale and well filled ass cheeks bounced up and down in her hotpants as Zoe made her way back to her bedroom. She dropped the stack of folded towels on the ground, knowing she's going to spread them in a few minutes. With a couple of firm gulps of her bottle of water, she continued to page 34, the chapter in which selfpeeing is covered. Zoe nestled herself belly down on her bed and studied the text that explained how women should be able to pee over their selves. "The position that comes to mind most often, is the position in which a female rests on her back while her lower body and her mid section is upside down and vertical, often leaning against a wall," the book described accurately. The illustrations were well sketched and showed precisely how a woman should position herself. Zoe skipped two pages, arriving at page 36. "An uncommon and more technical alternative is to lie horizontal on the back and lift up the labia majora's and pushing them outwards. After this step, the pelvis should be tilted so that the mons pubis gains height. This way, the urethra changes to a more vertical direction instead of horizontal." Zoe turned around on her back and pulled down her red hotpants. She experimented with the technique that was being explained. She rolled over to her other side again and continued reading. "Adjustments can be made during the act. Note that this is a fairly difficult technique and it could take some time to master it." Twitching on her bed, Zoe felt her bladder filling up rapidly. She moaned quietly through her nostrils. She browsed some more through the contents of the nearly 200 pages counting book. After about ten minutes, Zoe closed the book and started unfolding the towels on the bedroom floor. With knock knees, she bent over to meticulously aligned the towels. She opened the book one last time at page 36 and studied the illustrations showing how to position the fingers on the labia majora's. Then she closed it again and laid down on the towels. Her hips wiggled a bit from side to side, trying to find a comfortable position. She placed her fingers on her pussy exactly as the book stated. She was ready for some selfpeeing action. With a long and steady sigh, Zoe tried to concentrate on her bladder relieving. She saw a playful little beam of piss being released out of her spread pussy. Unfortunately, it squirted away from her instead of on her. "Adjustments can be made," Zoe thought as she tried to lift up her soft flaps a bit more. The squirt changed course to an almost vertical line, making the steaming hot content of her bladder land on her vaginal area. "Oh yes," she softly exhaled with an open mouth while relishing the pleasurable feeling of piss seeping down her groin. As Zoe pushed a bit harder, the fountain became higher. It reached a meter high and her pee landed harshly on her body. * Shktlktlktl *, the crashing piss sounded. Zoe lifted up her bottom from the ground, resulting in an arc that splashed all over her black shirt. Her nipples had gotten so hard they were about to pierce two tiny holes in her saturated clothing. The black cotton fabric started shining of wetness. Zoe's hands spread out the slightly salty liquids. Her arc remained strong and droplets clattered on her belly and her bosom. "Uhn," she softly enjoyed the trickling on her firm tits. The arousement got to Zoe as she started rubbing her throbbing clit with more fury. Her hips contracted in all directions and the pee sprayed widely over her belly. The hand that was idling started scooping up some of the desirable bodily products. She smeared it over her touted lips and she licked her fingertips clean, savoring the both salty and acidy taste of her warm waters. With a couple of vicious shots, Zoe made sure her bladder was properly drained: * Ssshhhttttrrrllll * "Ffffucckkk, yessss," Zoe gasped when feeling the squirts landing partly in her face. * Ttrrrsssshhhhlllll * The last jet of piss was a geyser like burst that rained down on Zoe's soft and slightly bulgy belly. She answered to her added needs of stimulation by working her pussy even more ferocious. Her eyes closed, her mouth opened slightly and her shoulder blades pulled towards each other. These signals meant she was heading towards an orgasm of biblical proportions. "Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod," she groaned rapidly. Her pelvis bounced up and down, her curvy hips swung from side to side and her toes bowed as a result of pure delight and heavenly bliss. When Zoe's body raged out and steadily cooled down, she got upright and looked at the soaked towels beneath her bum. Not bothered by the heavy feeling of the pee-saturated shirt, she reached out to her desk and grabbed her phone. "Just peed all over myself. So hot!" She texted to Ashlee. Zoe dismissed her wet shirt and started cleaning up the towels. Heading naked for the bathroom, she heard her phone vibrate on her desk. She started humming that cheerful tune again and opened the taps of the shower. When she returned all cleaned up and washed properly, Zoe read the reply she received: "Wish I was there..."