I never thought I'd be the kind of girl who got off on pissing during sex, but here I am, soaked and shaking, telling you how it all started. It was with my roommate Lena, a tall brunette with a filthy laugh and no boundaries. We were drunk one night after a party, sprawled on the couch in nothing but panties and tank tops. The movie had turned into porn, some amateur clip with two girls grinding and letting go right on each other. Lena caught me staring at the screen, my thighs pressed tight.
"You like that?" she asked, voice low and direct. She slid closer, her hand on my knee. "The pee stuff?"
I nodded, heat flooding my face. "It's hot. Dirty as fuck."
Lena grinned and stood up, pulling her panties down right there. She spread her legs a little and let a thin stream of piss arc out, splashing onto the carpet between us. The smell hit me, warm and sharp, and my clit throbbed instantly. "Come here," she said. I crawled over on my knees, face level with her dripping cunt. She pushed my head forward. "Lick it clean."
I did. My tongue dragged over her wet folds, tasting salt and musk mixed with the faint bitterness of her piss. She moaned and let a little more trickle out, right onto my tongue. I swallowed without thinking, then sucked her clit hard. She came fast, grinding on my mouth, her juices and pee mixing as I drank her down.
That night turned into weeks of it. We'd fuck in the shower first, so it was easy to let go. Lena would finger me deep while I held it, teasing until I couldn't. "Piss on my hand," she'd order, and I'd relax, letting the hot stream spray over her wrist and up her arm. She'd rub it into my tits, smear it across my belly, then drop to her knees and lap at my pussy while I finished. The sensation of emptying myself while she sucked my clit made me come so hard my legs buckled.
One afternoon we skipped the shower. We were on her bed, both naked, sunlight cutting through the blinds. Lena had me on all fours, ass up. She licked my asshole, then pressed two fingers into my cunt. "Hold it," she whispered. "Don't piss until I say." I was full from the water we'd chugged, my bladder aching in the best way. She fucked me slow with her strap, the thick toy stretching me while she reached around to rub my swollen clit.
When I begged, she pulled out and flipped me onto my back. "Now," she said. "Piss all over yourself." I let go. The stream shot up, soaking my stomach, my tits, running down between my legs. Lena straddled my thigh and pissed too, her golden stream mixing with mine, pooling on the sheets. She rubbed her cunt against my leg, sliding through the warm wetness, then lowered herself onto my face. I licked her while she ground down, both of us slick and stinking of sex and piss. She came screaming, flooding my mouth again.
We got bolder after that. Public bathrooms, the park at night, even once in the back of her car in a crowded lot. She'd make me squat over her lap in the passenger seat, panties pulled aside, and piss while she fingered me. The risk of getting caught made it sharper. One time a guy walked by and glanced in; Lena just smiled and kept rubbing my clit until I squirted piss and come all over her hand.
The best was the weekend we spent at her friend's cabin. Just the two of us, no neighbors for miles. We barely wore clothes. Mornings started with her waking me by pissing on my chest, then straddling my mouth so I could drink what was left. Afternoons we fucked outside on the deck, taking turns letting go while the other licked and fingered. Evenings we filled glasses with water, held it for hours, then released in long, controlled streams over each other's bodies before scissoring through the mess.
By the end of that trip I was addicted. The feel of hot piss running over my skin, the taste on my tongue, the way it made every orgasm feel filthier and bigger. Lena and I still hook up when we can. She calls it our "girls pee sex stories" game, and we trade new ways to do it. Last time she had me stand in the tub while she knelt underneath, mouth open, catching every drop I gave her before she pushed me down and returned the favor.
I used to feel ashamed of wanting this. Now I just get wet thinking about the next time I'll let go for her.
