One Weekend, 3 Ex Girlfriends Pt. 03

I hear her telling someone that I'd had to much to drink and was puking my guts out but ok, and decide that if she's telling everyone I can't hold my booze that I'm just gonna tell them the truth. After a half a minute I head out too. There's a line of at least five people waiting. One girl dashes right in, but the second in line looks me up and down.

"You two were fucking in there, weren't you?"

"Oh absolutely, you know it." I reply. She gives the biggest eye roll, looking entirely unsurprised. The guy at the end of the line overhears and gives me a high five as I walk down the hallway back to the bar.

I rejoin Chris near the bar, our spot from before occupied. For the first time that night she looks a little skittish, clearly a case of good-girl personality getting the upper hand on the wanton slut she's becoming.

"Do you think it was obvious we were fucking in there?" she asks with a slightly worried tone.

"Oh absolutely. And I told the people in line that too!"

"Maybe we should get outta here in case they tell security. And besides, you owe me an orgasm now!" Well, even if the good girl in her is worried about a little thing like bar bouncers, the slut in her still knows what she wants!

We leave the bar, no evidence of any bar staff even remotely concerned about our escapades, and catch a waiting taxi. It's not a long drive home and we're both pretty well behaved, but both of us are squirming a bit - partly because we both want to rip each other's clothes off and partly because of a need to piss. I'm especially realizing that, despite being in the bathroom, I hadn't actually had a piss since before the bar. The driver is either new or worried about a ticket, because he seems to take an age after leaving the main campus area, but finally lets us out outside our house. I quickly pay and the cab drives off. Chris is already at the top of the stairs to the front door, legs rather obviously pressed together.

"What're you waiting for?" I ask as I climb the steps.

"I knew I'd be with you so I only brought my ID. Hurry it up and unlock the door will you? I need to piss again." Chris sounds slightly pleading and I make a show of taking out my keys and unlocking the door.

"But do you need a piss or a drink more?" I ask. She seems to perk up at the idea of more alcohol.

"Both! Booze is on this floor, let's get that first." Chris practically jogs to the kitchen and I follow after shutting the door behind us. By the time I get there she has a bottle each of Jameson and Jack Daniels, one in each hand. "Success!" she yells, raising them above her head.

I grab the two bottles from her and start to turn to leave the room. "No wait!" I turn back to her, arms by my sides. "Hehe I just wanted to see what damage I'd done so far. That's a pretty good spot on your jeans. And your shirt's a complete mess too. In fact..." she trails off, her hands having moved first to my wet crotch and then to my shirt. Suddenly she takes a fistful each of fabric and violently pulls outward. Buttons fly as my shirt comes undone exposing my hairy chest. Chris sinks her face between my pecs and breathes in deeply.

"Mmmm fuck you smell like a man. A dirty, unwashed, slutty man." She turns her face up towards mine. "Let's make you even dirtier! Bedroom, now!" She grabs the bottles back, then tells me she wants me to carry her. She hops on my back and I carry her, piggy bag style up the stairs and into her room. She slides down to the ground, practically onto a pile of laundry, and I turn to face her.

"Thank goodness! Halfway up I was sure I was gonna soak your back."

"Well I'm not sure I woulda minded but I guess it's good you didn't soak the stairs. And I need a slash too, but you can go first." Of course, I expect she'll head for the bathroom and I'm just hoping she won't take too long and make me regret my chivalry. But instead she stays standing there, still holding a bottle in each hand down by her waist, her legs spread slightly more than shoulder width, skirt riding up again. She gives a giggle and I realize she's started to piss right in front of me, my face clearly expressing my surprise. Her giggle turns to a laugh as her stream grows, and she leans back slightly to change her aim. She gives my shoes and the bottom of my jeans a good wetting before her stream gives out, then deposits the two bottles on her desk before sinking to her knees. Her skirt is back around her abdomen, pussy on display, as she reaches for a piece of just-soaked laundry. Finding a suitably wet shirt, she rubs it against her pussy.

"I know it's filthy," she says, looking up at me "but I've really started to get off on piss play. And I know you're a dirty slut so I figured you wouldn't mind. Now, didn't you say you needed a piss too?" I sure did, and despite being half hard from my friend's recent exhibition I was on the verge of soaking my jeans. I quickly drop them to my ankles, a stream erupting from my cock as they hit the floor. I aim for the pile of clothes Chris has already soaked, but she interrupts me.

"Oh no! You're always bitching about how places don't have urinals. Here, I'll give you somewhere to aim!" She spreads the v of her halter top exposing both her tits while simultaneously throwing her head back and opening her mouth. My cock twitches as blood rushes to it, but the need to piss is so great that after just a momentary break my stream returns full force. Shifting my aim upward I draw a line of piss first hitting her pussy, up the middle of her skirt then her cleavage, and finally up her chin and into her mouth. Her mouth quickly fills and pee splashes everywhere as she closes her mouth to swallow, but she quickly re-opens her mouth and I refill it. This time she just lets the piss overflow her mouth and run down her body. She periodically gargles, and I can't tell if this is intentional or just because she's giggling. I had been desperate to go and am showering Chris with quite a volume. Rivers of piss are running down her body, soaking her skimpy top and denim skirt and dripping into the laundry beneath her. Finally my stream ends, allowing my erection to resume in full. Chris gives a final swallow then a huge laugh.

"Told you I needed both a piss and a drink!" We both dissolve into laughter, and I step out of my jeans and shoes and drop down to the floor with her. We roll around in Chris' dirty and now piss soaked laundry, making out and occasionally wringing out a particularly wet article of clothing over each other. She still has her skirt around her but I liberate her top and she pulls my shirt the rest of the way off. Then Chris suddenly stops.

"Wait! We also have booze! Well fuck, let's get drunk." As though we aren't already pretty drunk, I quickly grab both bottles from her desk and hand her one. She holds hers out in front of her very seriously. "Here's to being nasty freaks. Cheers!" We clink bottles and each chug, our competitive streaks coming out while the burning liquid races down our throats. We both make a solid dent in our respective bottles then, gasping slightly, make out like wild, the fiery liquid making it even hotter. We toast to a few more things, this time just sipping rather than chugging from the bottles. Then I give a final toast.

"Here's to booze! And the piss it becomes!" We each clink bottles then take a swig, then Chris looks at me.

"Speaking of... I do need to piss again."

"Why am I not surprised?" I respond. "But this time, I want to be the one getting the taste!"

"You always could take it as good as you gave it out! And yay - I've been dying for some serious piss play for a while now, but sometimes you boys can be such prudes and it's just hard knowing how to bring it up."

"Well I'm definitely up!" I say, standing while pointing to my cock. Chris gives an eye roll and pushes me towards the bed. The waterproof blanket seems to still be doing it's job, a puddle of liquid still standing in the middle of the bed. I get in, careful to avoid letting any of the puddle run onto the floor, and lay down right in the middle of the bed. Chris climbs up after me, still in her heels and skirt. She stands on the bed straddling me, her skirt around her midsection, fingers holding her pussy slightly apart. It seems it's taking a second for her flow to start, so I give her some encouragement.

"I know sometimes it takes a sec...." the second half of that sentence is cut off as Chris' jet of piss lands squarely in my mouth. I do my best to swallow and not choke while Chris laughs, her body shaking and making her piss splash all over my face.

"Ha! You were about to mansplain girlpiss to me weren't you? I was just deciding where I was gonna aim, then you made that decision real easy! How's it taste?"

She refocuses her stream and floods my mouth. I can barely breath, let alone swallow and respond. She's clearly having fun with this, just shifting her aim down my body onto my chest long enough to let me swallow and start to answer, then immediately shifting back to my mouth. Eventually her stream does slow, and she lets it soak my abs and cock before ending entirely.

"Your piss is fucking delicious. I want to make cocktails with it and shots. Get your sexy ass down here and have a taste yourself!" I hook my feet behind her knees and pull forward, forcing her down. She nearly ends up kneeing me in the groin but just misses and lands with a half smack, half splash on me. She gives me a quick kiss.

"Mmmm I really am delicious! And we should definitely make piss cocktails later. I'm just happy to have someone else's piss to play with too. I've pissing in my room on and off for a month or so now to help me get off, but there's nothing like the combined volume of two full bladders to make things really wet and wild." I'm slightly stunned at the admission, but things make sense now - the musty smell, the lack of using the bathroom; all that time she was just soaking her laundry and bed! My surprise must show on my face and open mouth, since with a laugh Chris spits in my mouth then goes right back to making out with me. Our bodies are both soaked and slippery and our kissing is downright sloppy. We break apart only long enough for Chris to scoop up some of the puddle we're laying in and splash it on my face so we end up swapping spit and pee while we make out. We're both fully drunk by now, entirely focused on just how horny we are and how dirty we can get. Chris is still laying on me, knees either side of my abs, grinding her pussy on my waistline. Her ass is grazing my still cock while she grinds and I desperately want to fuck her. But the pressure of her crotch on my lower abdomen is making me desperate for something else too.

"Babe, as much as I want to fuck you right now I need to piss first."

"Hmmm well you've already pissed on my floor and in my mouth... how bout you fill my ass next?" The tone of her voice is innocent, the look on her face definitely isn't!

"You really are full of surprises, aren't you? Well let me get up and into position!" I make a show of hurrying her along. She slides down my soaked body, her hands playfully pressing extra on my abs and I nearly let out a spurt before she shifts to a fully kneeling position on the bed and I'm able to shift out from under her. She playfully lets herself belly flop onto the bed, the splash showing just how much of a puddle we've already made, then props herself on her hands and knees. I get behind her, her skirt still around her midsection and not doing anything to cover her curvy ass. She flexes, making her butt bounce.

"Chris, as sexy as all that is, you're gonna need to do something about that plug... and pretty fast!" The stainless plug with the pink gem is winking at me, and I'm getting pretty desperate to piss.

"Oh silly me, forgot it had it in!" She reaches around and fairly swiftly liberates the plug from her ass, then gives the lube-slicked steel a few licks to clean it. "Open for business now!"

My cock is absolutely on the edge of full-on erection and desperately needing to piss. This ends up working perfectly, as I'm able to slide into her well-lubed ass with ease, then a few moments later begin to feel sweet relief as my piss begins to flow. My moan is echoed by hers as she clearly can feel the sensation of being filled. After what feels like no time at all, and certainly well before I'm anywhere near empty, piss starts to leak out of her ass around my cock, dripping into the puddle on the bed. In my drunk state I'm feeling particularly perverted, so I pull out. A small amount leaks, but for the most part she holds it in like a champ. But she can't hold it all in as I dive down, mouth first onto her ass, my tongue thrusting into her rosebud for a very wet rimjob.

"Ohhhh fuck yes!" Chris moans. "Oh damn you nasty fucker... I'm gonna need a taste of that!" I'm happy to oblige and, after slurping a mouthful of my piss from her ass I shift to one side and lie down on the bed next to her. Chris maintains her position, turning her head to the side to allow us to make out. She practically sucks the piss out of my mouth, and we have a very wet tonguing.

"Fuck, my ass even makes your piss taste good!" Chris says, panting somewhat.

I laugh but admittedly I still need to pee pretty badly so I resume my original position between her legs. Cock back in her ass and I again fill til she starts leaking piss, then simply pull out and spray the rest all over her back, paying particular attention to her hair. We joke about a golden shower, then I shake the last few drops over her and smack my dick on her closed asshole a few times.

"Think you can hold my piss in while I give you a proper ass fucking?"

"Only one way to find out! And don't you dare hold back!" I don't need a second invitation and shove my engorged cock right in her ass. Piss spurts out as I slam into her all the way. She gives a deep grunt but with the warm up her ass has had this evening she takes it easily. I reposition, one knee down and behind her, the other up and my foot positioned on the soaked mattress below her midsection. Her hiked up skirt finally has a use, as I grab it, balled up like a rodeo rider so it cinches around her waist. With my other hand I grasp her hip, and begin to mercilessly pile drive her ass. I'm pulling her towards me as I slam my cock down into her, her body moving like a rag doll being shaken. She lets out a shriek at the first, then unintelligible moans and babble. I'm dripping with sweat and breathing heavily with the effort, and know I won't last much longer. She's clearly managing to hold some piss in her still, as every thrust creates small spurts as she leaks around my cock. Then, inevitably I feel my balls tighten just that little bit more and I orgasm uncontrollably the next time I bury my dick in her guts. I don't even make any additional thrusts, just leave my cock fully in her while it twitches while my cum empties into her. I barely catch my breath when I hear her half laugh, half cackle.

"Fuck you really didn't hold back did you?! And now I have a nice mix of piss and cum in my ass - which, by the way, is gonna be sore as fuck tomorrow!"

"Well Chris, whose fault is that now?"

"Mine of course! A slut has needs you know. Oooh, speaking of, I want some more to drink. But I also don't wanna waste that great load you've just left in my ass. Think you could plug me up after you slide out?"

"Damn girl! You know how you said you were definitely a bigger freak than either of the other girls? I'm not sure I believed you when you said that, but I sure as hell do now! And sure, hand me that plug." She hands me back the heavy steel butt plug, I slowly remove my now flaccid cock, and slide the plug in her well used hole. "Ok, you're all plugged up - you said something about needing a drink?"

"I sure did!" She gets up off the bed and gets the liquor bottles off her desk, handing one to me. "Damn, we did a number on these - cheers to being drunken dirty freaks!"

Sure enough the bottles are both nearly empty and we both finish them off with this toast. She tosses her bottle into a pile of laundry and I follow suit.

"Well shit, after the workout you've given me I need more hydration than that! I heard Germans use beer instead of Gatorade; maybe we need to raid the fridge?"

"Josh I'm not exactly sure we're exactly following the strictest recommendations for pro athletic performance tonight, but fuck, I could definitely do with a beer. Or two."

We drunkenly amble down the stairs, me completely in the nude while Chris is impressively still managing to walk around in her heels. Her now crumpled and completely soaked skirt is still clinging to her midsection, the denim having survived the rough treatment I'd given it. Arriving in the dark kitchen Chris playfully opens the refrigerator door and makes a show of bending over in the glow from the fridge light as she grabs a couple cans. I'll be the first to admit that her slutty silhouette is a major turn on for me!

"You know, if this whole college thing doesn't work out you'd make a damn good stripper!" She hands my a beer can and then swats at my cock.

"Shit Josh, you know my grades are better than yours! Maybe you better work on being a stripper! And besides, I'm pretty sure I've proved to you by now that I'm into way kinkier stuff than the average strip joint allows." Chris, as usual, is correct on all counts.

"Hell, I'd be first in line for the kinda strip joint that let you get up to this kinda fun! Cheers!" I crack my beer and Chris follows suit, then momentarily silence as we chug our beverages. Cans empty, we toss them in the sink. "Another?"

"In a minute... I want a cocktail first", is Chris' somewhat cryptic reply. She pulls two rocks tumblers from a shelf and grabs a bottle of vodka, setting the bottle and glasses on the kitchen counter Then she spins a chair around from the dining room table around and puts one foot on the seat. She holds a tumbler in one hand, and, crouching in a very awkward squat, she positions it close to her ass while she tugs at her butt plug with her other hand. A look of concentration crosses her face as she slowly liberates the plug from her asshole, the fluids inside running out as she does so. Aiming is pretty much impossible between her contorted position and the fact that the liquid comes out more as a spurt than a stream, but the glass still ends up about half full with a very nasty mix of piss, cum, and lube. Chris looks at me with an evil grin. "I'm assuming you'll join me for a drink?"

"Fuck yeah, I'm down! What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right?"

With a chuckle Chris splits her ass liquid between the two glasses, then tops them off practically to the brim with vodka. She hands me a glass and holds hers in front of her face. "God that looks nasty", she says under her breath. Then much louder: "well, down in one? I'm gonna call this cocktail 'Bottoms Up'!"

The cheap vodka burns all the way down and the taste is pretty terrible, but this level of deviance will always be a turn on to me. We both finish and exhale, open mouthed to clear out the liquor fumes.

"Fuck that was terrible!" I exclaim while we both hold onto the counter giggling.

"Shit, your cock seemed to like it" she fires back, pointing at my now semi-hard dick.

"What can I say, I'm a fucked up dude and my dick likes fucked up things."

She grabs me around the neck, her hands clasped behind me pulling my face towards her. "I'm a pretty fucked up thing" she whispers, before locking lips with me and making out. I get another taste of the drink, but this time the salty, acrid flavor simply serves to turn me on as I feel up her ass cheeks while pushing her against the kitchen counter, my now fully erect cock pressing into her belly. We pause making out briefly to catch a breath.