Joan's Spikier Wet Tale

When Katie awoke some time later, finding that she smelling strongly of dried pee, she remembered that she had to get the mink panties cleaned. She picked up the phone and rang the express collect delivery service, finding that an item could be cleaned and returned within an hour. Retrieving the panties from the radiator, she found that though they were dry they had a strong pungent odor, so to avoid embarrassment she added some strong perfume. Then sealing them in a bag, it would not completely mask the sexy smell but it might stop the cleaners from thinking too much.
The courier called later for the dirty panties, promising to return them in an hour and a half, leaving Katie time to shower, wash her hair and get ready for her visit to Ian and Jill’s house. She dressed carefully, selecting white panties and bra and a black soft leather catsuit, which zipped down the front, together with 4” high heel patent leather shoes along with her gold ankle chain and a green silk choker completed her outfit. Looking in the mirror she was pleased with what she saw, the suit clung round her tummy and bum so that it emphasized her mound, and clearly showed her panty line. She could not help but give herself a quick rub between her legs feeling herself go wet almost at once. Had not the courier rang the bell to return the mink knickers, she would have not been able to resist masturbating, thus staining her clean panties. As it was she clutched herself between her legs with one hand to regain control. Taking the package, Katie draped her long black coat over her shoulders, and went out to drive to Ian’s. Arriving at the address she had been given, she was pleased to note that it was a ranch style bungalow set back from a village lane. Jill answered the door and welcomed her in, taking her coat, and showing her into the lounge where Ian offered her a glass of champagne.
There was no awkwardness, and soon they were chatting away as though they had known one another for years. Katie suddenly remembered the mink panties and slipped out to the car to retrieve them, returning she handed them to Jill who inquired “did you like wearing them, soaked in with my pee and juices?”
Made reckless by the champagne (she was now on her third glass) and feeling quite uninhibited, she confessed that she had added her own tribute into them. “You mean you pissed and frigged while wearing them?” said Ian. “Well after observing you two I nearly did it in the office after you had gone home. Just picturing Jill, pissing herself with her legs wrapped around your waist, and your prick thrusting in and out.” Jill raised her eyebrows and requested “I bet you have seen some horny sights through that spy glass, come on, now tell us.” Thus encouraged Katie began, “well, there was the time two teenagers were trying panties on. One of them was obviously dying to pee, and her friend tickled her unexpectedly so she wet herself. Do you know what she did then? She put three fingers up her cunt and frigged herself through the wet panties.”
“What did you do about that?” enquired Jill.
Katie continued. “I confronted them as I did with you. They had tried to hide the wet panties in a drawer, and both girls had taken off their own knickers and had on a pair of new ones, which they intended to steal. They denied it of course but when I found the wet pair and produced the video and threatened to call in the law, they where like putty in my hands. Taking them into my office, I ensured that they drank a lot of tea so they would soon need to pee; while I showed them some rude goings on I had filmed in the changing room on previous occasions.”
“It was not long before both girls where excited and Anne, the one who had done tickled the dirty little cow was holding herself between the legs. While she was sitting on one of the stools we use to try on shoes, I walked over to her and asked what she thought she was doing.”
“She answered that she was dying to pee, I knew she was frigging as well so I made her pull her skirt up so I could see if she had leaked. I was not surprised to see that she had there was a large wet discoloration round her crotch and her fingers were embedded in her cunt though the material of her panties. I placed my foot between her thighs, with the toe hard against her little cunt and started to move it up and down. At first she tried to pull away, but soon she was pressing herself as hard as she could against my shoe. I looked across at her friend Sandra; she had her skirt up and her fingers were frantically rubbing herself off over her panties. By now Anne was clutching my leg in her need to come and wailing she that she was going to pee her panties. I removed the toe of my shoe and made her lie on the floor; she was pathetic! She could not leave herself alone, she had lost all self–control I tore her hands from her cunt and stood over her, placing the spike of my heel along her cunt. It must have hurt a bit but she grabbed my ankle, pulling it into her cunt. Then, lowering myself, and pulling her into a sitting position so that she was level with my cunt, I pushed her head beneath my skirt and thrust myself against her face in order that she could lick me out. I hooked my panties to one side, and was glad to discover that she must have had some practice as she hit my clit immediately; I flicked my heel quickly and was rewarded by a tightening of her legs. As she started to orgasm, her heels drumming on the floor, I felt a wet stream on my foot. I shouted ‘you dirty girl pissing on my foot!’ By this time Sandra had joined us and had positioned herself to enjoy my other heel in the same way as her friend. I could not resist I just had to come with two heads under my skirt, both making me shake with pleasure. I knew that I would pee myself and I thought about trying to hold it but when Sandra started to come and peed not only on my foot but up my leg I decided these girls were going to get wet faces, unless those hot little mouths on my mound could swallow most of my pee they would both be drenched. During all this time they had become aware of my imminent need to pee, they placed their hands on my legs slowly running up my thigh while their mouths were sucking my vagina. Then their collective tongues commenced to lick my clit and vagina lips with tingling licks, I knew I was going to pee and although I didn’t want to pee all over them I could not delay the tumultuous sensation that spread from my tummy down my legs and up to my tits.
I gasped that I was going to pee as I pulled my skirt back both heads just nodded. I could not help it– I locked my hands round their heads and ground my vagina into their faces. I was trembling as the climax hit me. I lost control, falling to my knees, both heads still grasped to me as I came in waves pissing in force. Full jets of pee with each spasm were wetting my panty legs, as well as their faces, hair, and blouses. The two straining mouths sucking up my pee made my orgasm much better.”
“Meanwhile the two girls having virtually been wanked with my stilettos, rubbing themselves up and down had, not surprisingly, scuffed their little cunts and when they had peed their cunts had become so sensitive that they were desperate to come again. So they turned their attentions to one another and set about between each other legs.”
“It must have been bliss on their clits, because as they lay with their cunts pressed together, writhing, grinding, and legs intertwined, they peed again as they came, peeing in ecstatic little bursts– both howling and swearing obscenities as they did so.”
“We lay in a large pool of our combined piss getting our breath back. Then the girls helped me to my feet and we slipped into the locker room. I changed into my street clothes. For the girls I managed to find spare dresses for them to change into. There was an intimate affinity between us now as we took it in turn to sponge one another down, arousing ourselves in the process. We all decided to keep our soiled panties on as a reminder of what we had enjoyed together.
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