Our Christmas Party had been a "swimming" success. But after the holidays, things weren't quite the same back at school. Me and Joanne were our usual selves, fooling about. Meeting her in the staff room, first thing in the morning, we had a passionate kiss and fondle before the others arrived. Feeling Joanne's tongue probe around my mouth was just the tonic for chasing away those Monday morning blues.
As the two of us later breezily stepped through the school office, the atmosphere was very different. Tracey was all flustered and excited, and arranged a meeting with me at ten before even remembering to ask me if I'd had a nice Christmas.
We saw Viv there, but she couldn't look anybody in the eye. Even saying "Good morning" brought her out in a flush. Joanne whispered, "I think she's in denial. Obviously God-fearing church-goers don't enjoy having their asses fucked while pissing on their friends!" We both giggled conspiratorially, and Vivienne, fearing she was being talked about, blushed deeper red. On our desks were e-mailed invitations to a party from Cheryl, who was temporarily on secondment over at the Education Department at city hall.
At ten Tracey called round for the meeting. She was dressed as prim and conservative as always. Twin below the knee shirk and jacket, neat white blouse, small gold earrings popping out from behind her curly brown hair. The very modest model of a modern accountant.
Taking some papers, we went to the upstairs meeting room. As we got upstairs, out of sight from everyone, Tracey took my arm firmly and literally pulled me into the women's toilet. I was trying to say "But ...", as Tracey shoved me into a cubical. Locking the door, Tracey raised a finger to her lips to "Shhhch" me into silence. I was caught completely on the hop. She was clearly excited, nearly panicked. She placed her hands, which were cold, against my cheeks and pulled my face over to meet her lips. It was a soft kiss, but one with so much desperation behind it. I ran my fingers through her wavy brown hair to calm her, as she sucked hard on my tongue.
Breaking free of my embrace, Tracey whispered, "I'm sorry, but I need you so much. I can't stop thinking about the Christmas party. The way those bitches pissed on me. I keep dreaming about it. I can't stop rubbing my pussy thinking about you pissing over Joanne's little titties. I've even been to a sex shop to buy a vibrator, look!"
Her hands, clumsy with excitement, fumbles in her purse, till she pulls out a tall thin 9 inch smooth black vibrator. "I had to get some cream yesterday", she continued, "I was so sore. When I asked Alison to piss on me, I was only doing it for a laugh, but I can't get the feel of her piss splashing on my body out of my mind. Please piss on me now. I'm so desperate. I even watched my daughter on the toilet, yesterday."
"Your daughter!" I exclaimed, honestly surprised.
"I know. I've become a piss slut. I can't help it. It's like I never had real sex before the party. Now I'm desperate. I'll do any thing for you. I'll be your slave. Just give me your piss. Pllllleeeeease."
I don't like being put on the spot, bounced into a decision. But at this point, a "Thank you, but no thank you" put down would be hard to live with, for both of us. And I didn't want Tracey to go to someone else and say something foolish.
"Well I guess ... till you sort yourself out, get a grip ..." Tracey held her breadth "... Well you'd better slip out of those things. You can't go back to the office with wet clothes." Tracey's face brightened. She unzipped her little lime green skirt, slipped off her jacket, and in a flurry of fingers, removed her blouse. Underneath she was wearing a cute little sporty white cotton bra and panties, and a pear of nylon tights.
I couldn't help stretching out a hand to cup and softly squeeze one of her tits. I always thought that for a basically anally retentive women, she had a great pert little body ... every bit as neat as her mind, but a body wasted on accountancy. She replied with an uncharacteristically saucy "Ohh!" and reached across to kiss me. "I knew you'd understand, Emily".
While her teeth nibbled my lips, her hands helped mine in loosening and pulling down my trousers. My pussy moistened in my panties, and Tracey, with gleeful mischief in her eyes, lowered herself to her knees. She hooked her fingers into my knickers, pulled then down to my knees, and sank her mouth over the hump of my mouth mound.
"AGGGHHH" I cried in pleasure as Tracey's tongue tickled the slit of my pussy. "Sssschhh" Tracey hissed back at me, reminding me that even if it was little used, I was still in a cubical of the upstairs women's toilet, being given lesbian oral sex by the school accountant. She returned to her task, her head softly bobbing backwards and forwards while tickling my labia with the finger tips of one hand.
"Lick my arse" I asked quietly. Tracey paused (with some surprise I suspect), then figuring that since she'd asked me to do one dirty thing she couldn't very turn her nose up at being asked to another dirty thing. So she turned me around, pulled open my buttocks, and pushed her pointy tongue into the ring of my arsehole. The feeling was magnificent.
I started to rub my clit in rhythm with Tracey's grip lower down. "Finger my ass" I softly requested. Again Tracey did my binding, and slowly, tantalisingly, slid a finger up the crack of my ass - to find and tickle with the entrance to my arsehole. Harshly whispering, I pleaded for "More. More. God, More!". Tracey started chewing on my cunt lips and twisting her finger up my ass, as we both rubbed the slit of my now dripping pussy.
"Fuccck" I cried with a desperate spasm of relief, as a wonderful orgasm suddenly ambushed me. Long uncontrolled whole-body trembles shock me, as I tried desperately to keep the noise down; my pussy leaving Tracey's face gleaming with my sex juice.
I rubbed the juice from her face, down her neck, across the tops of her chest, and inside the cup of her bra. Fondling her tit firmly, the juice became cold. Reaching down, I began suck on the tit, licking myself off it, as Tracey kissed my neck with her cum smeared lips.
Looking up at Tracey's girlie-messed face, neck and chest; I remarked, "you need a wash". Tracey gave me the dirtiest of wicked smiles. Quickly, she pulled her bra off over her head without unfastening; and pulled down her tights and knickers together. I took them off Tracey and stuffed them in a pocket.
Demurely, she sat upright on the toilet seat, legs apart, one hand slowly rubbing her pussy. The other lightly spread the lips of my cunt, exposing my urethra. Leaning forward, Tracey waited for me to relieve myself.
I tried to concentrate on relaxing the muscles from my bladder. Tracey's eyes pleaded with me to piss in her mouth. I closed my eyes and felt the trickle of liquid flow through my pussy into Tracey's softly sucking mouth.
"Ummm" Tracey murmured as she sucked softly on my slowly peeing pussy. Pee started trickling out the corners of Tracey's mouth, down her neck, and across her breasts, to drip down on to her thighs. I pushed my pussy harder against her mouth, but Tracey pulled back her head - she was choking on my piss. She spat out a big gulp of pee, and coughed - laughing.
With Tracey's hand spreading my pussy lips, I swung my hips to send a fine jet of pee across her neck. Freeing her pussy rubbing hand to rub the piss into her skin.
Returning my pussy to her mouth, she rubbed the sides of her own pussy with both hands, eyes closed, chest rising quickly, as the urine streaming down her body from the corners of her mouth aroused her. I took hold of my pussy lips and gently pulled back.
Tracey, near to cuming, bent her head further forward, mouth open, tongue extended. I pissed lightly on her tongue, the pale yellow urine running down her chin. Then I aimed at her forehead, anointing her with my pee. The piss flowed each side of the bridge of her nose, past her closed eyes, along her cheeks, and into her open mouth.
I emptied the last of my bladder in short spurts into Tracey's face. Leaning forward, I kissed and licked her face, to taste the tang of my own urine off her skin. Her tongue found mine as she brutally rubbed her clitoris into an orgasm, her body jumping with each pulse. As she finished, her face was in the crook of my neck, panting hot breath and muttering soft thank you's.
I took some tissue paper to wipe the piss from her eyes, and gave her back her tights, but kept the bra and panties. I told her that she could have them back till after a four o'clock "meeting".
At lunchtime I went to the pub with Joanne and over a few beers described my ten o'clock "meeting" with Tracey in detail. Showing her Tracey's bra and panties under the table.
"The little slut" Joanne remarked excitedly. She took the panties, discreetly sniffed them, and put them in her pocket. When I protested she said that she was coming along at four.
Back at school I waited, legs tightly crossed against the pressure in my bladder till four ... till ten past four ... till twenty past four. By half past I couldn't bear it any longer. Tracey still hadn't appeared, probably trapped in a proper meeting. I shrugged my shoulders at Joanne and got up to go to the toilet. Joanne came after me. "Upstairs" she whispered.
As I headed for the women's toilet, Joanne garbed my arm. "The disabled toilet is safer" and pulled me in. I felt a bit funny about the disabled toilet, but there was more room, and there was no one who regularly used it in this wing of the school, and I was bursting.
"I am bursting" confessed Joanne,
"Me too, I've been holding in it since the pub". As we spoke, we where quickly stripping off our clothes. Joanne had dressed down, with just a baggy sweat shirt and some ski pants, but underneath she was all frilly black shear silk bra and panties.
I sat on the toilet, slowly rubbing myself off, as Joanne slipped down her silk panties and undid her bra. As she stood naked, but for her round glasses, over my knees I admired the skinny beauty of her young body.
Her small breasts stood so pert, her pale pink nipples standing hard in the chill of the toilet. Her cute pussy, with two soft round lips, toped with a thin mop of soft straight ginger pubic hair. As I feasted over her body, I tried to relax the muscles that had spent the afternoon keeping my pee in.
Joanne parted her pussy lips slightly, and let out a sheet of piss in one long torrent. To say that it "hit" me in the chest is to understate its impact. Joanne could always piss big. But this time it physically pushed me back. I could feel my little titties be bounced about by the force of her piss. Joanne quickly adjusted her aim, and started pissing in my face till I was about to drown, and then pissed on my pussy - to let me catch a breath, before pissing in my face again. I kept having to close my mouth to have a chance to spit out her pee (swallowing was out of the question, there was just too much) before opening it for a refill.
I started pissing myself, creating a great fountain upwards as tall as Joanne herself. She bent her face down and moved it, open mouthed, into my piss fountain. Taking a mouthful, she raised her head again to swallow, and jutted her chest forward, so that I pissed up against the underside of her beautiful little tits, her cupped hands collecting the piss and rubbing it into her skin across the tops of her breasts. Then pulling at her nipples hard, in the heavy rain of my piss across her chest and stomach, as we urinated over each other while masturbating ourselves.
Her own piss stopped as suddenly as it started. Nimbly, she swiveled round to turn her back on me. I continued to piss upwards, splashing her back, as she bent over double, to present me with a perfect arse and cunt target.
I could not resist placing a hand on top of her up turned bottom, running my thumb down the crack of her backside, and pushing it up into Joanne's arsehole, so that the nail disappeared. Joanne yelped at the anal penetration, but quickly lost herself in her own pleasure as she rubbed her clitoris and I showered her pussy and arse with piss.
As my bladder emptied, I leaned forward to start licking out Joanne's upturned, piss soaked pussy, while pushing my thumb further up her arse. Probing my tongue in her dripping cunt, Joanne started cuming, pushing her pussy back into my face, forcing my thumb deeper into her arse.
As her muffled cries ended, I stood up quickly, withdrawing my thumb, and made a cone of my fingers, before pushing my hand into the red entrance to her arsehole. Joanne used one hand to brace herself against the wall, and we both pushed as my hand slipped slowly up her arse.
I began to give her long slow fisting strokes up her tight arse as she reached underneath herself with her free hand to grab, and squeeze, my swollen clitoris. As I fisted her backside, I watched her small tits sway underneath her. I wanted to get my whole arm up her arse.
But I couldn't concentrate as she frigged me off so beautifully - it was all too much. I couldn't get my knuckle up her tight arse and she was ready making me climax, as waves of pleasure-pain wrecked my body as she rubbed my clitoris really hard. I wanted to scream out with each cum, but like Joanne, I had to bite my lip in case we were overheard.
When I was done, Joanne stiffly straightened up, stretching out her arms above her head in a sexy pose. "Ouch, my fucking arse is sore, you bitch ... I don't think I can sit down!"
We'd managed to make a fair bit of mess, so we took Tracey's bra and panties, and wiped the piss and cum off the floor with those. We then dropped the soaked clothes into a plastic bag, tied it at the neck so that it wouldn't stink the staff room out, and attached a note:
Tracey - wear these...