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Wet Patsy


Chapter 3 - Lesbian Watersports

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How could I talk my way into some lesbian watersports? How I could persuade him to let me piss on his wife, to let me tie her up and rape her by pissing on her face?

Meanwhile he was rooted to the spot, staring at the piss dripping from the crotch of my shorts. I beckoned him towards me, unzipped his shorts and got his cock out. But I knew he was too stiff to piss.

"I don't think I can," he said.

"Tell you what," I said. "You can piss all over me later if you like."

"Really?" he said.

"On one condition," I added.

"What's that?" he said.

"On condition that I can tie your misses up and piss on her."

"God, no, she'd never agree to that!" he said.

"I'm not saying she has to agree, just that she gets tied up and I piss on her. OK?"

He was very torn. "Lucy will kill me. She mustn't know I agreed though, she'd absolutely kill me," he said.

"I won't tell her," I said.

"Promise?" he said.

"Of course."

I stuffed his cock back into his tennis shorts and zipped him up. He looked disappointed. But I wanted Lucy to see that he had an erection.

"What about that?" he said, looking at my soaking crotch and the dribbles of wee running down my legs as I stood up.

"It'll dry," I said.

He'd been thinking about Lucy noticing, of course. But I wanted her to see I'd wet myself. Besides, the hot clamminess of piss soaked denim against my cunt and my arsehole felt wonderful. I brushed past him.

John got another jug of orange juice and followed me out into the garden. I sat down, legs apart again, hoping Lucy would notice that I was soaking wet. But there was so little material in the crotch that the wetness could have had many explanations.

"What have you two been up to?" Lucy said.

John looked guilty and said something about showing me around. Lucy didn't believe a word of it.

I took a long drink, pretending not to notice the vodka. I turned towards the sun and hung my legs over the arms of my chair - one over the left arm, one over the right - and pulled the crotch of my shorts hard up into my slit, feeling the sun's rays beating down directly onto the outer edges of my cunt. It was a lovely sensation, the hot sun drying piss wet shorts. Lucy raised her eyebrows at my blatant display but made no comment.

We sat like that for quite a while. John still had his erection - hiding it from Lucy but showing it to me.

Later I feigned a slight light-headedness - "too much sun," I said.

"It is warm today," Lucy said. "Come and sit in the cool for a bit."

She put a supportive arm round my shoulders and helped me in through the patio doors. As soon as we were inside I put a hand up her bikini top and squeezed her right breast.

"My," she said. "You are forward." She gave me a little kiss on the lips and gave my left nipple a friendly, expert tweak through my T-shirt. "But not here, it's a bit public," she said, nodding in the direction of next door's garden.

John came in and sat down with us.

"Well, Patsy," Lucy said. "What do you like?"

"Anything really," I said, which was true.

"John likes to watch," Lucy said. "Is that all right with you?"

"Everything's fine with me," I said.

Lucy got up, held out her hand and led me upstairs. In the bedroom she pulled off my T-shirt, then knelt in front of me. She unbuttoned my shorts and with great care undid the zip and opened my shorts so they made a V shape framing my pubic hair. She leaned forward and planted a little kiss there.

"You taste salty," she said. She pulled my shorts down. She stood up and ran the backs of her fingers up from my thighs, over my tummy, over my nipples, then she cupped my head. She pulled my towards her and kissed me. It was all so delicate and quite bewitching. She moved away from me and I swayed a little, melting in her hands, very aroused.

"Undress me," she whispered.

We stared deeply into each other' eyes as I reached round and undid her bikini top. She smiled at me as it fell to the floor. She had such an irresistible smile. She put her hands on my shoulders. I knelt down.

She had big, firm breasts, in fact she was firm everywhere, athletic. There was dampness in the crotch of her bikini. I lightly grazed a fingernail along the crotch, tracing out the groove of her salivating sex.

I pulled her bikini bottoms down. I could smell her - fine perfume, sweat and juiciness all at once. I stood up.

"Let's play!" Lucy said. And with that she pushed me so that I tumbled back onto the bed and she leapt on top of me and started to tickle me making me laugh as I tried to fend her off. There was something about her that drew me to her. When we had playfully wrestled for a bit she suddenly stopped and lay on her back and said "Queen me". I planted myself down on her face with enthusiasm and huge relief as I felt her tongue licking my cunt lips and penetrating me. I let out a heartfelt "ooh" of genuine pleasure.

And there was John. I'd been so enchanted by Lucy I'd forgotten all about him. He was sitting naked in the armchair a streak of cum up his chest but his cock still stiff - or stiff again - and being stroked. He smiled at me approvingly.

Lucy was doing lovely things to me. It was my turn to taste her now. Her cunt was fleshy, with fat outer lips and inner lips that might almost flap in the breeze. I went down close to her and smelled her again. Her smell was intoxicating, it drew me to her. I sixty nined her. I sucked those inner lips into my mouth, first one then the other. Her taste was lovely. I buried my face in her, wanting her scent all over me. I could feel her beginning to tense. She stopped licking me and her body arched up, lifting little me up like a jockey on a thoroughbred. Then I felt her jerk and her head went back and I felt her chin jab into my cunt and then she let out a strained "aaah" as every muscle in her body tensed and seemed to turn to stone - stone being shaken by an earthquake. Then, crash, she collapsed down on to the bed and I lifted away from her.

"No!" she said desperately, "Keep going, salty arse."

And I went down on her again but not before seeing cum spurting out of John's cock.

Lucy was lovely. Large round boobs, a really soft juicy cunt and she was so friendly towards me. I fancied her. I think I could have got quite attached to her if I'd been into attachments.

I licked and nibbled her some more then I sat up and ground my cunt into her mouth and watched John stroking his cock, putting my tongue out and flicking it from side to side, inviting him to imagine. John smiled in appreciation and we watched each other for a while, then he nodded for me to go down on his wife again, so I buried my face in her juicy wetness and enjoyed that lovely taste of hers. I sixty-nined her to another climax. When she'd come she pulled me round so I was on top of her face to face and she kissed me with real passion which made me melt - there was just something about her.

All kissed out, she ruffled my hair and said: "I need a shower." And she hopped off the bed and was gone. I think she was really saying: "John's turn to have you."

"I've been drinking plenty of orange juice," John said, reminding me of our bargain.

I'd been absorbed in Lucy, but I hadn't forgotten.

"Come on," I said. I led him to the other bathroom. "Where would you like me?"

He didn't seem to know.

"On the floor, in the bath?"

"On the loo," he said. "Like you were before."

He'd been fantasising about that all afternoon.

I sat on the loo, leaned back and looked expectantly at him.

"Are you sure about this?" he said.

"If you are," I said.

"Where should I, you know, direct it?"

"Anywhere." I held my arms out to offer him an open target.

He stood in front of me pointing his half erect cock at my tits, concentrating hard.

"I'm going to piss on you," he said.

And he did. He started to piss on me, first on my tits, then down over my tummy, then between my legs. I shifted forwards and opened my legs wider so he could piss onto my clitoris which seemed to be his target. Girls, if you haven't tried it, do. The fine hot jet of a man pissing on your clitty can have you right up there in no time - beats doing yourself with the hand held shower any day.

John liked it too. He let out a long moan of pleasure and relief - years of frustration and fantasy being released in one long, well directed stream onto a willing and aroused subject.

"Nice?" I said as he finished.

"Oh God!" Which meant yes.

I beckoned him towards me and took his still dribbling cock into my mouth and sucked him off.

I left him tottering and went back into the bedroom. Lucy was just drying herself.

"Want a shower?" she asked.

I didn't tell her I'd just had one. I got into the shower and started to wash myself when she opened the door and came in with me.

"Here," she said, taking the soap from me. "Let me wash you."

She did under my arms, very sweetly over my breasts - what little there is of them, two handed between my legs, one hand washing my cunt the other soaping my arse, her fingers sliding in and out of both holes. She knelt down and did my feet. Yes, I was tempted to piss on her back, but she wasn't tied down and what's the point in a shower anyway?

We had a very nice kiss and a feel, but no more orgasms, then we dried each other. She really was very nice.

"Do you like being spanked?" she said.

"Sure," I said.

"And caned?" she asked more tentatively.

"Yes," I said. I did like to feel pain. It was pleasurable the next day too: I would enjoy the body awareness provoked by sitting on a sore bum. And Lucy clearly had something in mind.

My bladder was very full but holding it a while longer would only increase the pleasure when I pissed on her later.

"Schoolgirls," she announced.

She dressed me in a white shirt, a little blue skirt and nothing else. She dressed the same way. All she said was: "We'll have tea first."

John, having come three times already - and having realised a long held fantasy - was relaxed and confident now. During tea Lucy and I sat primly in our schoolgirl uniforms, John sat naked. They told me about some of their exploits and I made up one or two for them, but I led them to believe I was much less experienced than them.

Lucy and I cleared the tea things away. Then she led me back into the dining room. He was sitting at the table but was now wearing a mortarboard, academic gown and that was it.

"Yes, head girl?" he said.

"Excuse me, sir," Lucy said. "Patsy has been a naughty girl."

We went through the rigmarole about how I'd been making advances to boys, pulling up my skirt and flashing at them ("show me," the headmaster said, so I did). And, surprise, surprise, I was to be caned by the headmaster who asked the head girl to stay as witness and chaperone.

I bent down across his knee and the head girl lifted up my skirt and rested it on my back.

"Be careful when you hit her here, headmaster," the head girl said.

"Hmmm?"

The head girl put a finger at the entrance to my arsehole.

"Here, sir, it's very tender."

"Hmmm, anywhere else I should avoid?"

"Yes, here, sir," and she put two fingers along the slit on my cunt.

"Very well," the headmaster said. "Stand back, head girl. Ready?" he said to me.

"Yes sir," I said weakly.

He hit me with the cane. A tap really. I didn't react at all so he hit me a bit harder. I felt that one.

"All right?" he said, stepping out of role for a moment.

"Yes, sir," I said.

I could feel him breathing quickly now, starting to enjoy himself.

He brought the cane down hard across my buttocks. I twitched but did no more than that. He hit me again, about the same. I didn't move.

"Head girl," he said. "We have a very good girl here, a very good girl."

And by the way she said "yes, headmaster" I could tell she was enjoying it too.

He paused, working up to the next blow. This one was hard. I bit my lip. He waited in case I was going to call 'enough'. But I didn't. Tomorrow sitting down would be so wonderfully exciting. He brought the cane down onto my waiting buttocks, really getting into it now. And again he hit me. I looked round at Lucy. She had a hand up her schoolgirl skirt, masturbating, engrossed.

John hit me harder, but this time not across my bottom but across the backs on my legs. The pain was excruciating. Tears rolled down my cheeks but I didn't let him see and I didn't make a sound. All I could think of was how, all next week, every time I sat down I would be so arousingly aware of my body. A whole week of pleasure from these few moments of glorious pain.

I sustained it until I heard her saying orgasmically, "Yes, John, hit her there, yes, higher up. Oh, ah, yes."

When Lucy had had her orgasm I relaxed, drooping like a wet sack across his knees.

"Lucy," John said urgently. He pushed me off his lap so I rolled onto the floor, discarded. Lucy went down on him and he was spurting into her mouth almost immediately. I was looking up her skirt.

"Onto me knee, Patsy," he said when Lucy had swallowed his cum.

I climbed onto his knees exposing my buttocks once more. Then I felt a glorious sensation on my burning bottom as Lucy slapped a huge handful of cold cream onto me and started to soothe away the stinging. They enjoyed themselves pushing their fingers up my arse and up my cunt while they eased away the pain.

"We like to look after our girls, don't we, head girl?" John said.

"We do, headmaster, particularly this one," Lucy said, giving my clitty a slippery rub.

When I was restored I was allow to get up. I stood squarely in front of John silently reminding him of our bargain. I was ready for her now. And absolutely, wonderfully, desperately bursting.

We opened a bottle of wine - we all needed a drink. I was getting into crossed legs territory but had long ago learned not to let the need to pee show. In fact I enjoyed the torture of it, I experience waves of pleasure at the points when the desperation peaks and begins to wane.

John put a porno DVD on. I had to lie on my front on the floor with my little skirt hitched up so they could look up my crack if they wanted to and they could admire the huge weals on my arse and legs. That's the nice thing about being little, people feel they can do whatever they like to you and they'll do much more interesting things to you than they might to an intimidatingly beautiful Amazon.

When we had all regained some sexual energy I said I was thirsty and asked John if he could fetch me a glass of water. He got the water and got the message.

"Burglars?" he said to Anne.

"That's best with two blokes, surely?" Lucy said.

I cottoned on. "That sounds like fun," I said.

"OK," Lucy said. "Being tied up and raped by a man and a woman will make a change."

John and I went out, gathered up some soft bondage cords, put on cowboy style handkerchief masks and stealthily went back into the living room.

"Oh no!" Lucy said. "Burglars!"

"Don't make a fuss and you won't be hurt," John growled. He looked her over. "She's rather nice," he said to me. "Shall we have her before we do the place?"

"Oh no, please!" Lucy hammed.

We forced her down onto the sofa. She struggled weakly. We blindfolded her, stood her up and spun her around. One on each side, we guided her out through the patio doors. It was a sultry evening.

"Not outside," Lucy hissed. But we ignored her. "Well, put the lights off anyway," she said. We left the lights on.

We stripped her off and laid her on her back on the wooden sun lounger. We opened her legs wide and put her feet on the ground either side of the sun lounger and tied them there. We tied her hands similarly. I put a cord around the top of each of her legs, tying them down to the wooden slats. Then a loop around each shoulder so she was held down tightly. She was still blindfolded. John tiptoed away. I shed my clothes and sat on the chair looking at her. She was beautiful, lithe, a lovely shape. Even her cunt was pretty.

When nothing happened Lucy whispered: "John? Patsy?" She was ready.

I walked over to her and removed her blindfold. I stood across her, one foot on the ground on either side of the sun lounger. I looked down at her.

"This afternoon," I started slowly. "Your husband John pissed on me."

"Literally?" Lucy said.

"He pissed on me. I sat on the lavatory in your bathroom and John emptied his bladder all over me, pissing on my tits, on my cunt. Did you know he's always wanted to do that to you?"

Lucy seemed unsettled. This wasn't the way the burglar rape scene was supposed to go.

"I told him he could only piss on me," I continued, "if he would tie you up and I could piss on you."

"God, I don't believe that, that's disgusting. Where is he anyway?"

I suspected he was cowering somewhere in the darkness watching. John kept silent.

"You don't believe it?" I said. "You're tied up, I'm standing over you, I've drunk gallons and gallons and I'm absolutely bursting and I'm very aroused. And you don't believe it?"

"Oh, no, no, no. Really, Patsy, I'm not into that. Really."

I bent down and grabbed her hair and pulled her head hard back against the lounger. "Believe it. And believe me, after you two beat the shit out of me this afternoon you really deserve this."

I put my fingers in place either side of my cunt. I let go of her hair and shoved two fingers into her mouth, pulling her mouth open. I crouched down so that my cunt was inches from her face. I waited for a moment then I let the floodgates open.

Blessed relief. My hot piss went straight into her mouth. Instantly she turned her head aside and shut her mouth. I pissed on her face as she turned from side to side trying to escape the stream. She could not. When she began to splutter I moved down. I pissed on her left breast, I pissed on her right breast. Then hot piss rained down on her stomach, then I pissed on her pubic hair. I pissed on her cunt. I lowered my bottom between her legs putting my cunt against hers and I pissed into her cunt as best I could.

When I could piss no more I sat back on her thighs savouring the intense pleasure. She was dripping from everywhere, shaking her head like a wet dog, spitting to get the taste of my piss out of her mouth.

When finally she spoke she said: "You disgusting little bitch. Untie me."

But I sat here calmly, running my hands over her wet body, feeling her breasts, revelling in her discomfort.

When I came down from my intense high I untied her. She stormed into the house.

"John! JOHN!" I heard raised voices and doors slam.

John came racing out. "You told her! You little bitch, you promised!" And all this soto voce lest the neighbours hear.

"So?" I said.

"Ah!" he exclaimed exasperatedly and turned on his heels and went indoors.

I sat on the chair, still naked and looked up at the stars. It was a glorious night. I put my feet up onto my chair, knees up to my chin. I peed the last little bit from the reserve tank, seeing how far across the patio I could make it go.

After a while John re-emerged. "I suppose you'd better stay, I'm not driving you home at this hour." He seemed cross but a lot calmer. "Come on in. Do you want some hot chocolate?"

I accepted the peace offering. I sat naked on the sofa. He sat opposite. We didn't speak. We heard Lucy coming down the stairs and I think we both tensed.

Lucy had a towel round her hair and was wearing a fluffy robe.

"You rats," she said. "You really stitched me up, didn't you?" But there was no venom.

John bumbled: "Lucy, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"Shut up, arsehole," she said. "Shall we go to bed?"

I slept between them. At first they both faced me. I liked Lucy's breasts, so wriggled down and took her left nipple in my mouth, suckling at it, comforted. As she began to doze off she turned over and I cuddled up to her, my right hand cupping her right breast.

In the middle of the night I awoke to realise that John was fucking me. I was still cuddled up to Lucy but John had put my right knee up onto Lucy's thigh so that he could get into me from behind - my cunt not my arsehole. He was fucking me ever so slowly and gently as if not to wake Lucy - or me.

I reached behind me and put my hand on his bum, pulling him encouragingly towards me, letting him know I was pleased he had had wanted to fuck me while I slept. He moved a hand to my clitty but I moved it away. He fucked me and I cuddled closer to Lucy gently fondling her breasts. Each slow, occasional stroke of John's pushed me softly against Lucy's bottom, as if I was fucking her. Spiritually I was. Lucy half woke, distantly aware of what was happening, her slight murmur saying 'that's nice, but I'm not waking up'.

John's cock was big and hard. I felt filled up by it, fulfilled by it. For at least an hour he stayed in me, sometimes still, sometimes pushing me against my lovely Lucy. I think we both dozed at times.

When he whispered: "I'm going to come," I reached behind him and put my fingers into the crack of his arse helping him along. His first orgasmic thrust into me was followed by a pause, then another thrust, then another, as if he was experiencing several peaks. Finally he finished, but he left his cock in me. I held Lucy tightly, yearning for her. I could feel John's spunk tricking out of me, down my thigh and into the sheets. We fell asleep like that.

In the morning I woke to find John facing away from me. Lucy was on her back fast asleep, an arm around me, my head nuzzled on her shoulder. She looked serene. I think I had fallen in love with her.

I moved a hand down between her legs. She felt warm and misty. I touched her only gently, I didn't want to wake her. I could see her eyes moving under their lids. What was her dream?

I went down under the covers and put my mouth to her cunt. I kissed her, ran my tongue up between her inner lips then pushed the flat of my tongue against her clitoris. All softly. Dream nicely, Lucy. What was I helping her dream of? Gang rape? Romantic seduction? Lesbian love?

It was as she started to come that she woke fully. She put a hand on my head, pushing me hard against her as she climaxed.

She pulled me up on top of her, kissing me, loving me. She rolled me onto my side and we lay there gazing into each other's eyes, feeling each other's cunts. Sounds soppy but we were oblivious to all else. She played with me so expertly that I came, a long, low, fluttering come. She kissed me.

"Do you like weeing on people, Patsy?" she said.

"I do," I said.

"Well," she said. "If you want to you can come and wee on me any time you like."

But I gave a little shake of my head. And she knew she would never see me again.

When she had come we showered together. As we dried each other John came in.

"Hello, you two lovers. You haven't forgotten that Jane and Peter are coming to lunch have you, Lucy?"

She had.

It was time for me to go. John had laid out my shorts and T-shirt on a chair. I put the shorts on.

"Are you sure you're OK going out in those?" he said looking at the crotch. "They're ever so revealing."


"You didn't mind yesterday," I said.

He gave me a "touche" smile.

Lucy gave me a sweet goodbye kiss. John drove me home. When we were half a mile away from home I said: "This is it."

John stopped the car. I got out. John looked up at the flats above the row of shops. "Which one's yours?" he said.

"Oh, over there," I waved vaguely.

He understood. "Bye, Patsy. Thank you, we really enjoyed it."

"Me too, bye." I waved. Then I heard myself saying: "Tell Lucy..." But I stopped myself.

John smiled. "I will," he said. He blew me a kiss and was gone.

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