Bunker Break - Part 3: The Plan

Note: This story contains Female Desperation, Accidental & Deliberate Wetting, Humiliation, Golden Showers, Masturbation, and Sex.
Laura was sitting in the folding chair, filming Gillian as she was holding Marianne and felt her body quiver with lust and expectation, but also with the urgent need to pee. They had been hiking almost two hours now, and the nice pee break behind the picturesque chapel had been before they started. Laura felt the three litres of water she had drunk in the meantime filling her bladder to full capacity. She was on the verge of letting go; she wanted to pee right in the chair she sat in. Thinking about this she realized Marianne could look right up her crotch since she wasn’t standing anymore. Sitting in front of Laura, Marianne and Gillian would be able to see her light blue string panties barely covering her private parts. Laura was excited by this thought – she had had to sit with her legs spread to have a stable position for the camera she was operating, but only now she realized the flashing side effect. She looked again at Marianne’s wet jeans, the zipper wide open by now and her white panties being visible in the open triangle. Wow, she had never thought she would get such a chance at seeing a young girl pee herself. And now she had everything saved on film!
Laura immersed in memories: How she had ordered Gillian to keep Marianne from leaving the bunker to take a pee outside. How both girls had struggled in a fight, which at first seemed to be staged, but now it was clear that at least on Marianne’s part it had been for real. It turned her on to think of the predicament the young girl must have felt all the time, not wanting to pee herself in front of the two ladies. And then how Gillian managed to slip the girl’s laces to uncover part of her breast. Marianne had been so desperate; she let her bra slip to uncover even her nipple. Remembering these intense moments, Laura felt her vulva getting wetter and wetter. Her labia were completely wet now and she literally felt how the fabric of her thin panties became see–through again. The first wet spot in Marianne’s jeans – she remembered it in full color. And the subsequent humiliation the girl went through, collapsing to the ground and finally letting go: before her inner eye Laura could see every drop of the yellow pee staining the jeans fabric in slow motion repeating itself. She had zoomed in on the girl’s crotch and captured every phase of the girl’s desperation and final accident. She had seen it close up on the cameras screen and still smelt the fresh odor of diluted pee that filled the obscure bunker.
Meanwhile, Gillian sat beside Marianne, holding her tight, caressing the girl and trying to console her. But she was distracted by her own rapidly filling bladder, pushing against her urethra, and by seeing Laura quiver with excitement, her panties showing under her short skirt. It turned her on to see how wet these panties were, she believed to see every curve of Laura’s wet lips shining through the moist fabric. Wow, she really wanted to put her tongue to her girlfriend’s pubic lips and kiss her to an intense orgasm now! But it was not the moment for this kind of orgy – there was a desperate girl sitting on her side and she knew Laura had different plans, too.
Marianne couldn’t believe it: she had peed herself in front of her two elegant companions. What did she do wrong? Was her English so bad the ladies didn’t understand she really had had to pee? Why did the younger, blond lady have the idea with the photo shooting before she had been able to relieve herself? Somehow she couldn’t get rid of the impression the woman had liked her desperation. And Gillian? She had been such a kind person during the hike. Certainly, her mean behavior before her accident had only been part of the acting? Now, she was sitting at her side, compassionate. What exactly had happened, anyways? Marianne had been so preoccupied by her need to pee she had hardly noticed anything of what had occurred. Her bladder had hurt so much! She had felt her pee pushing through her urethra; every second with more might until her sphincter just gave in. She remembered ducking under Gillian’s arms, how she had been caught in the last moment and then how her top had slipped.
Suddenly, Marianne noticed she was sitting there with one of her breasts bare. She blushed. How had that happened? Her bra must have come of, too, during the struggle. How embarrassing! And Laura had taken pictures, and filmed everything, too! She tried to adjust her bra without attracting attention. But she couldn’t do it; since Gillian was holding her in a way she just couldn’t pull her laces up without asking her to release her hold for a second. Gillian’s hand was caressing her arm gently, touching her breast in passing. Marianne made another feeble attempt but then gave up. She didn’t feel comfortable sitting there, with her wet jeans clinging tightly to her legs, being completely exposed to the ladies looks and – even worse – to the camera recording.
Gillian noticed that Laura prepared to get up. She looked in her face. And knew immediately. A hot shiver went through her body as she saw Laura’s look. As Laura pointed the camera, she gently caressed Marianne’s breast, around her areola and slightly touching her nipple. It was erect from the chill of the concrete room, the wet clothes giving Marianne goose bumps. Laura smiled furtively and, approaching the two girls, handed one camera to Gillian. With the other camera filming from the tea box, she came closer. Gillian could see up her skirt and unobtrusively directed the camera lens in the same direction.
“What a view through this window” Laura said walking towards the embrasure of the bunker. It was situated directly above the place where Gillian sat; holding Marianne in her arms, consoling her. Anticipation made her tremble.
“You must be able to see really far – I guess you can see the German border!” Laura exclaimed, “I have to have a closer look!”
Saying this, she stepped onto the wet mattress, soaked with Marianne’s pee, to get close to the slit in the wall. She had to put one foot between Gillian’s spread legs to be able to approach the wall, the other leg placed on the other side of Marianne. The girl had tried to give way for Laura to get closer, but had ceased when she saw that Laura did not attempt to step straight on. Seeing the beautiful dress Laura wore, Marianne felt reminded of her shame and looked down. She saw her exposed breast, her wet jeans, and the wet panties shining through the open trousers, full of her drenched pubic hair. She felt the cold concrete wall she was leaning against, the wet mattress she sat on, Gillian sitting at her side, hugging her. She blushed of the thought that Gillian, too, was sitting in her pee. How humiliating! She felt guilty because of Gillian having to soil her clothes to console her. And she also felt gratitude because Gillian was so kind. A slight movement of Gillian’s arm, holding her tightly, and a light touch of something soft made her look up again. It was Laura’s dress that had gently brushed her forehead when she finally got close to the wall. Marianne looked straight at Laura’s moist panties. Bewildered, she looked at Gillian. Marianne was worried, not knowing what to think of the situation.
Gillian was holding the cam directly pointing at Laura’s wonderful crotch and zoomed back to capture Marianne’s face, too. Her body was hot with excitement; she wondered what was coming next. Her bladder contracted, she knew she would have to pee soon. How much longer was this going to take? What was Laura up to? When would she finally get to pee? She needed to release a whole flood of pee; she was in desperate need to let go. She couldn’t hold it much longer! Bracing herself to hold on a little more, concentrating on what must come next, she sent a calming look at Marianne, then she started some conversation: “Are you feeling better now?” she asked. “See, I’m sorry you peed yourself. But I just didn’t know it was that urgent.”
Marianne blushed, ashamed to be reminded of that humiliating situation. But she didn’t know what to reply.
“Well, I don’t think the person living here will ever notice you wet his mattress.” Gillian continued, making Marianne feel even worse.
“I didn’t mean to do that!” she sobbed, “I didn’t want us to be peeing in here in the first place!”
“You know,” Gillian answered, a mischievous thought flashing through her brains, “We still need to pee, and I believe now, that you already did it in here, Laura and I can do it here, too.”
“So you didn’t mean to pee inside after lunch like you said before?” the young girl asked.
“It was just a proposition, but we would have listened to you eventually, I think.” Gillian kept teasing. “We would have went outside… But now it doesn’t matter anymore, does it?”
“Then it will be my fault if the poor guy living here will get his things ruined!” regretted Marianne. She was feeling really bad. “I really should have been stronger. Oh, please, don’t do this! Go pee outside! Please!”
“You can see the main street outside,” interrupted Laura. She had felt Marianne’s distress and wanted to punish her a bit more. “I don’t want to pee where everyone can see me. And anyways, it doesn’t make a difference, if one or two people pee in here.”
“I’m not going outside, if you two can pee here! So, I guess, we’ll all be peeing in here.” opposed Gillian, “Actually, I’m quite bursting by now, maybe we should eat outside afterwards?”
Now, conversation was coming to an end, seemingly trailing out because every woman was occupied with her own desire to pee. Marianne noticed how Laura was reaching down, with her hand in her crotch and holding herself, when she glanced up again. Her panties were so wet – “Had she already lost a spurt of pee?” Marianne wondered. But how, since she was not forced to keep holding it. That just wasn’t logical. Why should Laura do that? Suddenly, she observed how Laura shifted her hip in a more upright position. Marianne looked up and in shock realized how close Laura’s vulva was to her face. She could see every detail of her private parts through the thin and see through fabric of her panties. Laura’s fingers moved deeper into the panties again. Marianne could see how she put one finger into her slit. No, two. Now she was rubbing slightly up and down. “She must be desperate, too.” Marianne thought. Or why would she hold herself like that? Laura must have noticed the shame of what she was doing in front of their guide because she pulled her fingers back again. Marianne believed the fabric had got even wetter now. Had Laura just avoided a bigger accident? In awe she stared up into the woman’s crotch. She had never been that close to another woman’s vulva. She should be decent and look away, the thought shot through her head. But she couldn’t resist looking back as Laura moved again. She saw that the outer labia were slightly parted now and got a glimpse of Laura’s small and hidden inner labia.
All of a sudden, Marianne gave a start: she believed she had seen a short jet of pee escape Laura’s urethra! Yes, there could be no doubt, as now a few drops fell from the drenched panties onto Marianne’s top. Marianne tried to move away, but Gillian was still holding her in her arms. She cowed as close to the wall as possible. Should she tell Gillian, what was happening? But that would be embarrassing for Laura. As if she had noticed something was going on, Gillian moved closer to Marianne, caressing her again. Marianne still couldn’t look away from the apparently distressed bladder that was hiding behind the panties so close to her. Shocked, she saw another jet of warm pee flood Laura’s panties. It was stronger and therefore passed through the fabric without finding much resistance. The drops hit Marianne’s top and she felt how her belly was touched by the woman’s pee. She wanted to move away, but Gillian held her. Now, Laura put her hand back into her crotch. Finally she was going to avoid further accidents, Marianne hoped. But instead, she saw drops passing the fingers and dropping onto her again. Why wasn’t Laura stopping the flow? Was it too late already? What would happen next? Why didn’t she go away to avoid peeing on her? The fingers pulled back, releasing another spurt of pee. This spurt was longer, a few seconds. The pee splashed on her top, leaving a very visible trace. She could feel some of it running down her belly. Laura shifted again, now almost touching Marianne’s face with her panties. She released yet another jet of pee, this time not only wetting the top but also dripping on her d’collet’. She was horrified. First she had peed herself, and now she was being peed on by a lady! How would she be able to go home with all her clothes wet? How could she explain?
Laura inserted her hand again in the seam of her skirt, this time above her panties. Could she stop it? Would her hand be able to keep her pee inside? Would she finally move away to pee? Marianne was paralysed. Another shot of pee dripped between Laura’s fingers onto her belly.
Gillian hugged her tight and said in a reproaching manner: “Now we have spent so much time taking pictures, and had so much distraction with you peeing yourself, that we didn’t get to pee in time. Look, what is happening to Laura, now that the heat has calmed down!”
In the very same moment, Laura moved her panties aside and seemed to give in to nature. Marianne was diverting her look from Gillian back to Laura. She sat directly under the skirt, which gave her the feeling of being in a tent. And in front of her, the now exposed private parts that couldn’t hold back the huge amount of pee retained in Laura’s bladder. She could clearly distinguish the inner labia now; at the junction the clitoris was showing covered partly by a short clitoral hood. She observed a movement between these inner lips, and saw Laura’s urethra was swelling. A sudden burst of pee hit her hard on her breast. She felt the warm pee running down between her breasts and soak into the fabric of her top. She was horrified – would that woman pee all over her? Why didn’t she move away? She did not have time to think, as another stream of pee hit her. Laura was holding her panties away now, spreading her labia slightly at the same time. Thus her stream escaped without resistance. The pee stream grew stronger and, as Laura pulled back her hand a bit, moved up higher. Laura tensed her abdomen, bringing her vulva forward. A light golden stream of pee now hit Marianne’s face. She watched in horror. How could this happen? Didn’t Laura remember she was sitting beneath? She wanted to protest. But some pee spilled into her mouth and caused her to shut up. She felt the warm pee hitting her chin hard, then splashing in all directions before running down to drench her bra and top. She could not believe this was happening.
Laura was relieved and excited. Finally, she had carried out her plan. And even better, instead of just watching the girl pee herself, she had been able to pee on her, too. She almost climaxed just thinking about it. But now it was time to enjoy the last millilitres of pee she could release from her bladder onto that young body. And Gillian was filming every single drop. Oh, how she would enjoy watching this movie over and over again before drenching Gillian in one of their games!
Gillian had positioned herself to keep Marianne securely in place and put the camera out of reach of Laura’s pee splashing on Marianne’s breasts, then her face. Wow, this was exciting – she’d never have thought that Laura would do it. When she had seen Laura stand over Marianne she wondered how close to an accident she would pretend to come. She had seen Laura shift more and more, struggling to hold back. Laura had been very desperate as she filmed Marianne’s accident. Gillian knew how much effort it must have cost her to keep still, filming. And she had sat at Marianne’s side, not only to console her but also to keep her from getting up. She knew how the girl’s humiliation turned on Laura. She knew Laura would want to pee immediately after. It turned her on to know how aroused Laura must be now. She imagined Laura being close to an orgasm as she moved over, seemingly just to look through the embrasure. When she looked up at Laura’s wet panties, she had known it was only a matter of minutes. Laura wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. But to really pee like this, directly hitting the girl’s face – she’d never have believed it! Unfortunately, Laura had not been able to see where she was peeing – had she known, she probably have had an orgasm right away!
Marianne sat on the ground, sobbing, and totally confused about what had happened. After a seemingly endless time the peeing gush ceased and she could dare to breath again. She was over and over covered with pee! What would she do? Why did this happen to her? Laura had finished her pee and was running her fingers along her slit. Without putting her string panties back in place she sat down. Now she was kneeling over Marianne’s lap! She looked embarrassed, Marianne thought, as she saw Laura’s blushed face. Little did she suspect it was all sexual excitement. Laura rubbed her body gently against Marianne’s, her crotch feeling the fabric of the girl’s panties and her pubic hair. She pushed forward to get a closer touch. Then hugged Marianne and started to speak: “I’m so sorry! I was so excited with all the photo shooting and then your accident, I just had forgotten my own need to pee. When I was standing here to look out of the window, it just came back with all its might and I couldn’t avoid it!”
Marianne blushed, feeling ashamed she had for a moment assumed that Laura had done it intentionally. She almost felt sorry for Laura and hugged her, her arms now released by Gillian. Laura enjoyed the feel of the wet body, full with her own pee. She hugged Marianne closer and rubbed herself a bit, moving up and down.
“You’d better get undressed.” suggested Laura, “So your clothes can dry in the sun.”
“Fortunately, we can stay in here, so no one will see you naked.” Gillian backed her up.
Laura started to pull Marianne’s top and bra over her head and gave them to Gillian, leaving Marianne topless. Then she removed her blouse, body shirt and bra, too, saying, “Hugging you, I wet myself, too.” Marianne felt sorry: Now she had been the reason for Laura to soil her clean clothes, too.
“You should give me your jeans, too,” insisted Gillian, holding the other clothes to spread them in the sun on the roof of the bunker. She knelt down in front of Marianne, while Laura got up again. As Gillian got ready to pull Marianne’s jeans down, Laura pretended to stumble and support herself subsequently on the wall, pressing her pubic mound into Marianne’s face. “I should have taken off my skirt, too!” she thought, as she had to realize it was between her crotch and Marianne’s body, blocking direct touch. Still, she enjoyed the pressure on her clit.
Gillian had taken the clothes outside and Laura sat back on Marianne’s lap. The young girl was wondering why she would not sit somewhere else now, but did not dare to ask. She was sitting completely naked in a slowly draining puddle of pee on the mattress, Laura sitting on her and rubbing her shaved slit against the young girl’s pubic hair. Laura was really excited and had to hold back not to rock back and forth too much. She still had other plans! While Marianne was leaning against the wall in relaxed angle, Laura gently stroked her hands over the girl’s arms.
“Are you feeling better now?” she asked the girl. “I am really sorry, but you know, I just couldn’t hold back anymore. I should have peed before, but when you peed yourself, I just was so worried about you and feeling sorry, that I forgot about my own needs. When it finally happened to me, I just had to avoid harming the camera, so I didn’t move. – I’m sure, you understand that?”
Marianne began to feel guilty, because in the end it all happened because of her. Had she not peed herself everything would have been fine. Now they had ruined someone’s mattress and she had made a lady pee herself, too. Or should she object to the lady trying to save the camera?
“Oh, it’s okay.” she answered, “It was all my fault in the end.”
Laura hadn’t dared to hope for such a reply and was relieved her story was taken for real. “So we won’t have to fear trouble with her parents – she wouldn’t tell them,” she thought.
“Don’t worry!” she said aloud. “Maybe we all should have peed before. I just hope, Gillian doesn’t pee outside whilst putting our clothes to dry. That wouldn’t be fair, don’t you think?”
“Why?” asked Marianne who couldn’t quite understand what should be wrong with peeing outside.
“Well, the two of us have wet clothes from peeing ourselves and have all the shame and humiliation. If she would pee outside now, she could always laugh at us and tease us about today.”
“Maybe you’re right?” doubted Marianne, “Anyways, I don’t know her and you know better if she would laugh at you. Although I would like her not to tell my parents what happened.”
“Hm, I don’t know… But I know a way to make sure your parents will never know what happened here.” Laura asserted, “Just let me do it and I assure you, neither Gillian nor I will tell anyone.”
“That would be a great favor!” Marianne was relieved. “Do, what you like to convince Gillian.”
When Gillian re–entered the room, Laura suggested, “You have been outside just now, and I wonder if the view is different from above than from here, through the window slit. Here, there is a frame around the picture, giving a clearer focus on the far sight instead of the immediate surroundings.”
Gillian immediately understood. She replied that she first needed to take of her shoes, because she feared to be getting a blister. This was quickly done, since she had only slipped into them after taking off her leggings outside. They needed to dry, too, since they got soaked on the mattress when she was holding Marianne. Then she stepped on the mattress.
“I’ll have a look.” She commented, moving close to the embrasure.
“Please, may I step over you?” she asked, “I can’t get close enough to the window.” And stepped with one foot between Marianne and Laura so she would straddle the sitting girls, standing up. Moving all the way to the window, she got into such a position that Laura was sitting behind her, facing her butt, and Marianne was sitting in front of her, facing her pubic mound.
“You’re right – the view is much more concentrated here and you don’t have the light from the bright sun all around you. This is the version I would paint, were I …”
She couldn’t continue to talk since in this moment, Laura had started to tickle her in the back of her knees. Gillian struggled and sunk to her knees, now kneeling upright in front of Laura on Marianne’s chest. Laura was getting excited again and took hold of the camera. She could see Gillian’s ass covered by nice black sports string panties about ten centimetres above Marianne’s naked chest. She knew what was coming now and decided to help it a bit. Holding the camera with one hand, she briefly tickled Gillian’s haunches, asking Marianne to assist her. Marianne didn’t understand why she should tickle Gillian, but removed her arms from between Gillian’s legs to reach up and tickle. Gillian immediately began to wince under their tickling. Doing so, she moved her knees closer to Marianne’s body. Laura ceased the teasing and concentrated on the camera, rocking back and forth on Marianne’s pubic mound, stimulating her most sensitive parts whilst enjoying the anticipation of what was going to come.
Suddenly, Gillian rocked back and bent over. Only then Marianne realized, what had happened: her tickling had caused Gillian to pee in her panties, a stain quickly growing in the black fabric, now pee started dripping on her cleavage.
In shock she realized, what Laura had meant, when she proposed a remedy against Gillian telling her parents. Pulling her arms back, she must have hit another sensitive spot in Gillian’s haunches, since she felt another abrupt movement and again pee splashing onto her d’collet’. This was a longer spurt and Gillian seemed to have trouble stopping it. Laura taped everything without Marianne’s knowledge – she couldn’t see the camera hidden behind Gillian. When Laura saw Marianne removing her arms, she tickled Gillian again, who was struggling with her desire to pee. She sat up upright to evade Laura’s touch. This movement brought her panties right against Marianne’s chin since her knees were placed in the girl’s armpits. She gave in to the desire to pee and send another hot stream of her collected pee through her urethra, her inner lips and her panties, hitting Marianne directly underneath her chin. Marianne moved her arms up in shock, allowing Gillian’s panties to get even closer to her face. And she took advantage of it: a long stream of pee was released and flowed over Marianne’s closed mouth. Gillian was highly aroused and began to move her hip back and forth, pretending that Laura was still tickling her. She felt her vulva rubbing the young girl’s face. She moved up even further, now rocking her clitoris against the girl’s nose, which was pressing the fabric of the panties into her slit. Marianne felt her nose surrounded by the woman’s outer labia and smelled the fresh urine. It didn’t smell that bad, she thought, surprising herself the same instant. Breathing was hard now, so she tried to tell Gillian to give her some room – but as soon, as Gillian felt her opening her mouth, she let go and another burst of fresh pee directly entered the girl’s throat. Marianne couldn’t help but swallow if she didn’t want to breathe pee. The flow stopped again – Gillian was so aroused by now, she wanted to savour every second and every drop she still had in her bladder. Again she rubbed her clit against the girl’s nose, pressing the wet fabric onto her face. She released another few drops, rubbing again. Laura was filming and had to try hard not to rub herself to an immediate orgasm but to catch every second on tape without shaking the camera too much. Still, she buried her crotch as deep as she could in Marianne’s bush and thought she felt the girl’s clitoris underneath the pubic hair. As Gillian moved up a bit, she could see how Marianne opened her mouth – just to receive another short burst of pee filling it, frustrating her attempt to speak. She was so turned on, she herself let go the rest of pee that remained in her bladder and shot it directly into the girl’s vulva.
“I guess, you should swallow every drop Gillian is offering you,” Laura suggested, “I don’t think she is going to let you go otherwise. It seems, as if she’s a bit annoyed because we tickled her. And it would be polite towards the owner of this mattress, if you wouldn’t let it get even wetter.”
How surprised she was as she saw that in response Marianne was opening her mouth again, without muttering a word but in silence waiting a second until Gillian got over her surprise and released another short jet of pee into her mouth, this time pressing her crotch tightly against Marianne’s face to avoid any drop from spilling! After this, she waited a bit, gave her some air to breathe and some time to swallow – and was as astonished as Laura to feel the girl was opening her mouth again. She was so aroused, she experienced an orgasm the very moment she peed again, and so flooded the girl’s mouth more than she had intended to do. She considered it prudent to wait a bit to let Marianne swallow and breath, and even gave her enough room so she could have said something. But Marianne remained quiet, again opening her mouth. Laura was totally excited.
“Pull your panties aside and pee a bit from above so I can capture your golden stream shooting into her mouth.” she asked Gillian.
Gillian did as she was asked and tried to pee like that, from about five centimetres distance. Pee dripped all over Marianne’s face, since her inner lips were a bit entangled. But some reached Marianne’s mouth, and she swallowed as demanded. Laura thought to herself “This girl is really obedient – maybe it would work…”
“Maybe it’s better if Marianne holds your panties and pulls your lips slightly apart, so the stream can flow without obstacles?” she asked aloud.
Gillian took the girl’s hands and directed them so as to open her lips just enough to let the stream flow freely. Marianne did not object, but opened her mouth as before and waited for the pee to escape the urethra. This time Marianne could see how the urethra moved forward, swelled and then released the warm, golden liquid. She was so distracted by her observation, and comparing it to what she had seen before when Laura was peeing in front of her, that for a moment she forgot to swallow. But she had to swallow if she wanted to avoid Gillian to tell her parents! And she didn’t want to lose the 200€ that the ladies had promised her, either. So she swallowed again and again, with Gillian not being able to hold back anymore and moving her crotch right into the girl’s face again to stimulate herself by moving back and forth. She was amazed about the girl’s humility, which would let her pee into her mouth again and again – something not even she and Laura had done in their plays. She climaxed again, rubbing her now bare clitoris against Marianne’s nose.
This had been going on for about half an hour when she had emptied her bladder.
“Laura, I wonder what it looks like to be doing this – don’t you want to change places for me to have a look?” she asked. She didn’t even bother to ask Marianne, considering it better to wait for her to say no, if she wouldn’t want that, abusing the girl’s timidity.
“That’s a good idea – my bladder has been filling fast over the last half hour.” Laura replied and put the camera aside. She couldn’t believe this was happening. She would get a chance to pee into a total stranger’s, into a young girl’s mouth! And that after her girlfriend had done the same for half an hour, and every move being filmed!
Laura moved forward as she was, her firm breasts finally touching Gillian, her thighs framing Marianne’s big breasts. Gillian got up and sat down where Laura had been, burying her pussy in Marianne’s pubic hair. Picking up the camera, she could see how Laura moved herself in position and started to rub her slit against Marianne’s face. She climaxed even before Marianne had opened her mouth.
“Now, before I pee, I want to feel your tongue.” she ordered Marianne. She moved back a bit to let Marianne open her mouth.
“I don’t understand.” Marianne said.
“Oh, I would like you to lick me a bit. You don’t have to do anything, just open your mouth a bit and stick out your tongue.”
Marianne did so and Laura moved her wet pussy over her face, so the cum would stick on the tongue. She then released a small amount of pee, to give Marianne a signal to swallow. She noticed, that Marianne wasn’t opening her mouth again, so she said: “Come on, I’ve got some more pee for you. I want you to drink it, like you drank Gillian’s pee.”
Marianne opened her mouth and in the same second had it filled with a stream of golden fluid that came gushing from between Laura’s labia. To wait for her to swallow she moved closer and rubbed herself in her face. Then she sat up again to pee from a little distance like Gillian had done before. Marianne opened her mouth, and another burst of pee landed in her throat. She swallowed, but did not open her mouth right again.
“What’s up, come on, I want to see it, too.” Gillian asked.
“I don’t know, maybe we could…” Marianne said, before her mouth was filled with pee again.
Laura waited a second for her to recover her breath and then, when Marianne was just opening her mouth again, sat down to pee and rub herself at the same time. Thus, Marianne was forced to swallow another maybe quarter liter of pee that had been collected in Laura’s bladder.
They had spent more than two hours in the bunker, and all were exhausted. Finally, they decided to take the picnic blanket outside and sunbath a bit before dressing into their drying clothes.
Disclaimer: All characters are purely fictitious; similarities to real human beings are not intended. Any similarity is to be regarded as accidental and done without the knowledge of the author.
© By: Alpian