Alison had out done herself in organising this years Christmas party. The marble floored room was covered in elegant sofas and lounges, the drinks were stacked high, the decorations were cute, and I'd given most of Emily's friends a quick kiss under the Mistletoe.
Teachers aren't renowned for being party animals, and by one in the morning only Emily and three of her friends were left, but most of the support staff were going strong.
I was surprised to see the accountant, Tracey, letting her curly hair down. Cute brainy Joanne was smashed. Winsome Linda was very flirty. I think Karen could only stand if she kept dancing. Prim Vivienne wall-flowered the sofa. Alison seemed slightly dazed (as usual) and pleased that "her" party had all gone well. And young Cheryl was plastered, and sounding more thickly Samish by the whiskey. Plus Emily, my beautiful sister-in-law and wonderful lover, had decorated my arm so graciously most of the evening.
The evening seemed to have pasted its climax. With so few of us hardy troopers left the big room sounded a little hollow, despite the loud with music and loud tipsy chatter. Tracey was holding court, standing chatting to Karen and my Emily. Joanne and Vivienne were putting the world the rights on a sofa. For some reason I was chatting up Alison. And Linda and Cheryl were having a bop.
It was Karen, suddenly back to the bitch mode she did so well, who stomped back into the room.
"For Fuck's Sake!!! The bloody toilet's bust" she announced in her rough northern accent. Emily and I exchanged a glance.
"What are we going to do, I need to go soon." Said Viv, her little voice speaking out uncharacteristically.
"The next one is in the hotel" (we were in a large function room, linked by a covered walkway to the Hotel proper). "I don't fancy making the trip along that dark lane to the hotel." remarked Linda, who was not the bravest of souls.
There was silence for a long moment. "Is there anything we can use here?" reasoned Tracey.
Suddenly there was shout, then Vivienne cried, "Joanne! Whaaaat are you doing".
Perched on the edge of her sofa. Joanne had pulled up her short black skirt over her bum, pulled the gusset of black silk panties to one side, and had let go a fountain of piss from the slit in her smooth straight ginger pubic hairs.
"Agggggh" see sighed. "If they don't want to give us a proper toilet, we'll make our own" she drunken logiced.
The room was silent except for the tinkle of piss falling five feet away on the marble floor. The CD had ended. Cheryl started giggling, I thought I heard Karen quietly say "beautiful" and Emily involuntarily remarked, "nice one". All eyes were on Joanne's pussy as her piss puddle grew. It started to flow towards Tracey, Emily and Karen. The hiss of Joanne piss performance was remorseless, it went on and on. You had to see she'd never make the long walk to the hotel with that bladder-full.
"Christ!" Karen exclaimed, "You've made me desperate to go too, I can't wait".
Karen unfastened her trousers, slipped down her knickers to her knees, pulled the cunt lips of her bald pussy apart, and let go a raging torrent of piss. She pissed with such force that little piss streams shot out in different directions, hitting Emily and Tracey in the leg. Its hissing sound drowned out Joanne's sustained pissing. Emily laughed, but Tracey stumbled back in surprise, walked into Joanne's growing piss puddle, slipped and feel backwards.
There was a crack as Tracey's head hit the wet floor. Tracey was dazed, but everyone else, after a collective "Ohhh", was laughing. Tracey was wearing a little blue sailor's suit dress, one of her favourites. The back of it was saturated in Joanne's piss. Tracey's brown hair was turning wet black. Karen's pee jet had also created at large puddle, and it ran into Joanne's to make a pee lake, with Tracey laying in the middle of it.
I knew it was Christmas, but I was having difficulty keeping hold of the reality of the situation. Joanne and Karen just seemed, well ... relieved. Emily and Cheryl were in tears of laughter. Viv, Linda and Alison couldn't believe their eyes. And Tracey lay nursing her bruised wet head.
"So you like my pee" Joanne was saying as she rose and walked a couple of steps to stand over Tracey. With the last few squirts from her bladder, she deliberately urinated on to Tracey's tummy and chest. Tracey's nipples stood to attention as the front of her dressed darkened from Joanne's piss.
"Come on everybody, let's piss on the accountant!" Joanne proclaimed, to more hoots of laughter. Karen, though she too was nearly finished, stepped up and pissed her last on to Tracey's lap, wetting the last of her dress.
It was Emily who next took off her boots, peeled off her leggings, and pulled down her see-through knickers. Bear arsed and hairy cunted, she walked over to Tracey's head, kneeled in the piss so that her pussy was inches from Tracey's face. Smiling, she looked around at everyone, and then started to piss hard into Tracey's face. "Ohhhhhh, now this is what I call a party" she grinned, as Tracey floundered underneath, her arms pinned by Emily's kneeling legs.
Karen had removed her trousers and panties from round her ankles. Her short plump legs were streaked with her own pee, and her bald pussy was obscured by her gently rubbing hand. Slowly, still masturbating, she stepped up to Tracey, and crouched over Tracey's legs. She watched Emily sitting and peeing into Tracey's face, though you could only see Tracey's throat from underneath Emily's hairy twat. Karen continued to rub herself as she gingerly extended her other hand to reach between Emily's legs.
Emily gasped as Karen began to play with both of their pussies, Emily's piss running down Karen's forearm, and dripping off her elbow on to Tracey's small chest. Emily was quickly aroused, pulling her sweat-shirt over the top of her head, and unhooking her bra, so that she would fondle her own perky little tits. Teasing Karen by pulling on her nipples, "offering" them to Karen, Emily started to grind her pussy into Karen's hand. Karen herself started to snake her body to the rhythm of her hand on her own clit, her eyes transfixed by Emily's taunting chest. She was clearly torn between her desire to eat Emily's breasts and her need to keep their hungry pussies stimulated.
Finally, Karen could take Emily's provocation any longer. She lunged at Emily, wrapping her mouth around one of Emily tits, and pulled her down on to the piss wet ground. They started a sort of wrestling match, each sucking, licking and grabbing at the other.
Emily managed to pull open Karen's blouse and lift Karen's bra over her tits, so that she could suck at Karen's pointy breasts and bite at her long nipples. But it was heavier Karen who got the better of slim Emily. With three fingers stuffed up Emily's cunt, finger fucking vigorously, the shouts of Emily's orgasm filled the room, and electrified the already aghast audience.
The effect of two women squatting on top of her had made Tracey submissive and meek. But when Emily and Karen had rolled off to pursue their own games, Tracey had managed to sit up. She looked very sorry for herself, like a pathetic rag doll. Her dress was drenched in piss. Her hair was soaking, dribbles of piss still running off the wet rat's tails of hair. I thought she was about to cry and I could tell that Alison was upset for her friend. "Lets sort her out" I said to Alison.
So we picked Tracey up, and, on the pretext that she'd catch a chill draped in wet piss, I began to strip her. The sailor girl dress slapped wetly on the floor. Underneath, she was wearing a lacy bright red bra, and matching suspender belt and panties. I whipped off the bra before she had time to protest - still being a bit dazed from the fall (and from the shock of being urinated on by three women). She tried to hold up her panties, but I was too quick, and anyhow, they really were wet through.
Tracey stood, one arm across her small, pointy tits, one modestly covering her small dark brown tangle of pubic hair. She gazed at Karen's fingers as they shot in and out of Emily's cunt. I took off my sweat-shirt and slipped it over Tracey's head. She snuggled into it quickly. Being a foot taller it fit Tracey like a baggy dress, just covering her cute bottom.
I leant down and said reassuringly, "you'll be OK" and then lightly kissed her, slipping my tongue between her lips to find her tongue wanting to play. When I withdrew my kiss, she looked up at me, surprised at herself. But before I had time to press home the advantage, Alison collected Tracey in her arms, pulled Tracey to her bosom, and lead her back to the sofa. Laying her down and fussing over her.
Since Alison had snatched the moment away from my seduction of Tracey, I looked around for some fresh action. Karen was now fisting Emily, with her whole hand up Emily's pussy. Emily was beside herself, rocking her head from side to side she kept repeating "Oh Fuck Yes, Yes, More, More" to the deliberate rhythm of Karen's fist fuck. I made a mental note: I could always join them.
Up on the other sofa Joanne was clearly trying very hard to get off with Viv. She was sitting by Viv's lap, facing her. Her small body looked girlish, like a teenager sitting on her mummy's knee. Accept that Joanne's nice breasts swayed as Joanne talked excitedly. Joanne wouldn't mind me slipping her my length, but she wouldn't be happy if I spoilt the moment with Viv.
Not that shy Vivienne was very desirable, except for the wicked the knowledge that her husband is an English country vicar. And as a vicar's wife, she was meant to be incorruptible. With Joanne deploying all her impish girlie charm, it was a fair challenge. I made another mental note - if needs be, I could always help Joanne rape the prudish bitch later.
So it was that I turned my attention to Linda and Cheryl. Linda was kneeling in front of Cheryl, quietly saying, "you can do it" as she unfastened Cheryl's trousers.
Cheryl's trousers and panties began to slip down her legs under Linda's gently tugging, and I reached down to cup Cheryl's dark brunette downy pussy mound. Cheryl put her arms around me and rested her head on my chest as I gently explored her pussy lips. "If you can't pee on Tracey, who would you like to do it to" Linda asked.
"Her" Cheryl replied pointing at Joanne and Viv.
"Joanne?"
"No, Her" Cheryl said pointing harder at Viv, "that bossy Madame ... I'd like to piss right in her fucking mouth".
"What about you", I asked Linda, who was beginning to unzip my trousers. Linda went beetroot red, released my cock, and slowly licked it from the base of my cock to the head, before swallowing it in her hot wet mouth. Of all the strange things that happened that evening, mousy Linda's casual professionalism at cock sucking surprised me the most. She flawed me, aroused me, and avoided answering in one long tender movement of her slowly bobbing head. I could only make soft "arrghh" noises.
Linda took her bright red lips off my cock, a long dribble drawing out from her lips to my cock. Still rubbing the shaft of my cock, she nuzzled her face into Cheryl's soft skinny pussy mound. I used my fingers to open Cheryl's cunt lips and felt the sticky wetness of Linda's tongue as it brushed against the sides of my fingers, on its way to tickle Cheryl's clitoris.
"Oh no" Cheryl semi-complained, "you'll make me want to go". I looked around. Little Tracey had disappeared from sight under Alison on one sofa. Karen and Emily were still vigorously at it on the floor. And Joanne and Viv were still gassing.
Joanne seemed to be trying Plan B - getting Viv very drunk. Viv looked more flushed than I'd ever seen her, and decided to push to point. "I'm going to do Viv" I whispered in Cheryl ear. Linda's pussy licking seemed to stick her to the wall, but her eyes were wide with expectation. "Go on" she urged.
I strolled over, stiff cock flapping in front of me. Joanne was cuddled up to Viv, sharing a huge cocktail drink (which Joanne was trying to get Viv to drink more quickly). Joanne was running her hand along Viv's light blue jumper, being careful to miss (but still touch the sides of) Viv's firm breasts.
"Can I get you girls anything" I asked.
"Mummmm Yes" Joanne said, leaning forward, dragging her tits over Viv's. "I'll have a cock", slipping her mouth around the end of my cock. She gave it half a dozen deep sucks, using her whole body, so that she rubbed her chest into Viv's. Letting go, Joanne took my cock in hand and offered it to Viv, who hesitated.
"I thought you might like a shower" I said to Joanne. Catching my drift, she eagerly agreed. In a flash, she pulled her sweat-shirt over her head. Her perky breasts bounced in the silken B cups of her black bra. As she reached behind to release the clasps, I rolled back my foreskin, and began to piss lightly over the top of Viv's body, over Joanne's fine titties.
"Ouch" cried Viv loudly, as inches from her face, a stream of clear white piss (from so more beer) cascaded over Joanne's chest. Joanne gently wiggled her tits from side to side as she pulled away her soaking bra, so that both tits became covered in streams of pee. Viv looked for an escape, but was caught in the crossfire between my cock and Joanne's tits.
The naked bodies of Karen and Emily appeared either side of me, alerted by Viv's cry. Emily reached down past Joanne's head to start firmly squeezing Joanne's tits - her hands and wrists entering my piss stream in the process. Under Emily's firm squeezes, Joanne squealed with pleasure as her erect nipples were pinched. My piss ran off Joanne on to Viv's body. Joanne moaned with increasing arousal as Emily milked Joanne's beautiful piss washed udders.
Karen took my urinating cock from out of my hand, and began to play my piss stream around. First she squatted down and directed my piss into her own mouth. She swallowed the first mouthful, and then filled her mouth a second time, only to spit it out through her red lipstick lips into Joanne's face. Joanne's round glasses took the brunt, and they became streaked in piss.
Next she stood up, and swished my cock about quickly, to create a delicate pattern of piss droplets, that rained down on Joanne, Viv, and Emily. Next she pointed by cock at Emily, to spray the side of her face with a piss stream that ran down her cheek and neck, along her slender arms, and on to Joanne's chest. Emily turned her head, open mouthed, to accept my piss, and Karen guided my faltering stream across Emily's extended tongue.
Her mouth an overflowing lake of pee, Emily moved to enclose her lips over the softly trickling head of my cock. Shinning her big pale blue eyes up at me - eyes filled with love and lust - she gulped a huge swallow of my urine. Then slowly she began to suck my cock off my still lightly urinating cock.
Karen let go of my cock, and pulled back the lips of her own cunt. She let go a short sharp piss over Viv's prone, and increasingly soggy, body. Finishing her brief toilet, she went down on to her knees and forced open Viv's legs. Viv tried to resist but was knocked off balance by a torrent of piss that splashed smack into her face. Above, and slightly behind her, stood Cheryl, laughing. "Take this you snooty cow" she was mocking, as her piss half drowned Viv.
Viv's eyes were screwed tight shut, stinging from pee. Her mouth was coughing from choking on pee - caught between the need to breath and the need not to drown. She tried to use her arms to deflect Cheryl's raging torrent, but blinded, they only flapped uselessly. The other girls pounced. Linda helped Karen get Viv's legs open and knickers down. Joanne pulled up Viv's soaking jumper and bra, and began to furiously suck and nibble on Viv's exposed full wet breasts. Emily let go of my cock, cried, "Wow", and rushed to kneel in front of Cheryl.
Cheryl's thin skinny body was as white as a sheet. Her face slightly freckled and framed by a mop of brunette hair. Her medium sized tits looked silicon ejected, they were so bouncy and perky. Her hips and ass were still small and boyish - if you ass-fucked her you'd fear coming out the other side. And below her small fluff of pubic hair, was a totally outsize river of piss.
It was into this that Emily stepped. She moved her head around so that her whole face was covered with Cheryl's yellow pee. She lowered her head so that she would feel the piss flowing through her blonde hair, and ran her fingers through her hair to "wash" it. Emily's beautiful blonde hair turned into dark streaks, and the piss ran off, into her face and down her neck.
Cheryl, clearly aroused by Emily's piss devotion, thrust her urinating pussy to Emily's lips, and Emily greedily drank and licked Cheryl out. As Cheryl's piss died, Emily, pussy eating vigorously, reached behind and gently started to work her index finger up Cheryl's arsehole Cheryl clamped Emily's head to her groin and began whimpering for more. Her moans were soon joined by Viv's.
Little miss goody-two shoes vicar's wife was turning out to be a hot bitch if your treated her right. Joanne was biting and sucking hard each of Viv's tits in turn. Karen was roughly nibbling her clitoris while stuffing two, then three, then four, and finally the whole fist up Viv's cunt. Linda was pulling Viv's legs right back behind her head, and then sitting on her face, so that her hairy oily twat ran its slit along the bridge of Viv's nose.
I don't know if it was the rough triple action on tit, clit and cunt, or if it was heavy scent of Linda's sexed up cunt. But I heard Viv say, "Oh fuuccck" slowly, before gently licking between Linda's cunt lips. I never heard Viv swear before, but now, every breadth between chewing out Linda's cunt was peppered with "Jeeeeeeesus Christs" and "God, Fuuuuccck".
With Linda pulling Viv's legs up high, her ass was raised up too. So I gently moved Karen to one side, and poised my cock at the entrance to Viv's ass. Karen kindly reached down and licked out the rose of Viv's arsehole She then watched as I gently but firmly inserted my cock into Viv's gleaming virgin arsehole Viv screamed in pain and obvious surprise, but the only one to notice was Cheryl, who screamed back in her first orgasm as Emily inserted a second finger up her ass.
Inch by inch I worked my cock up Viv's virgin ass. Every few strokes I withdrew my cock and simply said, "Karen". The brash bitch would halt her own fisting and cunt licking to lick my shitty cock. She would clean all around my cock head, and dribble plenty of salvia on to it. I would then return my cock back to Viv's arsehole, and reinsert it. The second time it was still hard, Viv resisting my penetration. But the third time was much easier. And the fourth time I entered Viv's ass I began to fuck her properly, sliding my cock in and out, pushing up her ass each time.
Viv's mumbled swearing got louder as Karen's fisting and my arsefucking got rougher. She began begging Linda to piss on her and told the other girls to bite harder. Next us, Cheryl was being licked up into another orgasm by Emily. And behind me, Alison and Tracey, who'd been very quite for a while, started to make sexy noises. Viv's face was screwed up in concentration and I thought she was cuming, when instead a tall fountain of piss erupted from her cunt.
As I was pushing into her ass at that moment, the fountain splashed back along her own body, pissing herself in the face as it came down, and drenching the back of Joanne's red head as she sucked at Viv's tits. On the out stroke of my cock, I pulled her ass downwards, and the fountain flowed back to splash over Karen and me. Forwards and backwards it went to the rhythm of my arsefucking, with Karen and Joanne trying to catch the falling piss in their mouths.
On both sides of me suddenly appeared Tracey and Alison. Alison looked flush and happy, and Tracey, looking cute in my over-sized tee-shirt, had clearly regained her composure after her earlier saturation. They both laughed at the spectacle, especially when Karen and Joanne banged their heads together in their keenness to capture the last of Viv's ass-fuck controlled peeing. Tracey reached up and whispered "save yourself for Alison". And then to everyone she announced, "I just want to show that I've learnt my lesson".
As I withdrew from Viv's ass, Tracey peeled off my tee-shirt and lay on the floor. Alison stepped over her, raised her skirt, to show a light brown furry pussy set between milk white thighs. She started gushing a strong stream of piss which landed just next to Tracey's face, splashing her. A quick move of the hips had Alison on target, as she urinated into her friends face, down her neck, and on her chest - circling each small tit in turn before peeing on Tracey's groin.
Tracey lifted her legs up and pulled her cunt lips open so that Alison could piss directly into her pussy and finally round into her arsehole As Alison's short but impressive pee performance dwindled, Tracey stood up, her body glistening in pee, and curtseyed to us. The audience, silent up to that point, broke out in clapping and laughter.
"Now" continued Tracey, "our big boy here is going to fuck this juicy bitch". Placing a hand on my shoulder she bid me to lay down. The puddle of pee was cold against the marble floor. Above me, Alison was taking off the clothes, as the other girls watched, cuddled and kissed. With my cock standing as a mast, Alison a picture of nervous sexiness, lowered her on to me. As she sat on my lap I reached up to fondle her breasts. Firmly, I began to play her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. As she made herself comfy sitting on her knees, she reached behind, took hold of my cock, and guided to the entrance of her hot slit. "Don't push" she commanded, "I want to be in control". "Fair enough" I beamed back up at her.
Cautiously she lowered herself down on to the shaft of my cock, until she came to the entrance point. She anxiously looked around at her friends. "Do it" exclaimed Viv, "Yeah, fuck him" added Emily, before all their encouraging voices became indistinct. Gingerly, she lifted herself up slightly, before pushing down. "Ouch, Fuck" she said, letting go her breath. I reached up and pulled her towards me, so I had some room for my cock to play in, and gently started to push deeper into her pussy. Gradually, I began to pick up a stroke till I was soon drawing my cock as deep as Alison's bony boyish would let me go.
Slowly, Alison's uncertainty was replaced by a small smile creeping across her face. "Ohhhhh" she remarked, beginning to sway her hips, and using her hands to pull at her nipples, "this is of nice". As I started to fuck her more aggressively she began to grind her pussy into me.
Tracey, who had put my tee-shirt back on, stood over my head, lifted up the hem and started to play with herself in front of Alison. I had a lovely view up the cheeks of Tracey's ass, to the dark hairy valley, and her wet pussy lips swaying slightly as Tracey's fingers circled around her clitoris. Alison, now riding my cock hard, was increasingly turned on by her friend's show. She reached up an arm to fondle the cheeks of Tracey's ass.
Tracey responded by pulling back her pussy lips and peeing over her friend. Squirting hard, Tracey's pee came out in several different streams. Much of it came straight down, splashing my face and neck. I think most of the rest sprayed over Alison's bouncing tits, but I had to close my eyes for the rain of piss coming down on to my head.
As Tracey continued to piss on us I could feel and hear Alison nearing her first public fuck orgasm. It was mushy for my cock in Alison's cunt, as rich cum juices flooded through her. Tracey finished peeing, and I tried to blink my eyes open. But all I could do was glimpse the dark shadow of Tracey's bum as she sat down on my face. She sat too far forward for my tongue to find her pussy, but I found her hairy arsehole, and started to probe that instead. Blindly I reached up with my hands, one found one of Alison's tits, bouncing as she fucked heavily down on my cock. And the other one found one of Tracey's small tits. In between the girls slurpy kisses, I heard Alison cuming.
My own balls, swollen by frequent sucks and watching so much wonderful pissing, got ready to shoot. Tracey, her ass smelling of pee, wiggled her arsehole on my tongue, joining Alison in blissful pained cum cries. Her body juddering in orgasmic pleasure from my tongue up her arsehole (and her expert fingers on her pussy).
Tracey's orgasm on top of Alison's was too much for me, and I began to pump out my cum cream into Alison's cunt. Feeling me shoot my load started Alison off again, as ground herself into my cock, till I had to beg her to stop.
As Tracey and Alison rose off me, I lifted myself up onto my elbows. "Hope nobody's going to hold it against me for brown-noising ." They all laughed. "Has this been a great fucking party or what … has every had a good piss?"
"Well actually …" it was Linda from the back of the room. She was lifting a glass jug up her skirt. After a few moments silence, the unmistakable hiss of a girl going toilet filled the room. Triumphantly, Linda pulled out a jug full of bright yellow pee.
Setting herself up at the bar, she got out glasses for everyone, and started to make some very special cocktails. I was handed a rather good piss gin and tonic.
"Christmas isn't Christmas without every one getting drunk and doing silly things" Linda remarked.
"Lets have a toast", said Cheryl, who wanted a cocktail umbrella in her piss vodka martini.
"How about - 'Happy Christmas, Bottoms Up'" I suggested, and everyone did ....