Panty Play Ch 05

Francine.

Waking up alone that Sunday morning wasn't surprising. Norah was an early riser. As it was only the second time Wayne had slept over, I wasn't sure if he woke up or Norah woke him.

I would have loved to let myself nod off again, but my bladder warned me it was time to get up.

Shuffling off to the bathroom, the first thing I saw was Norah's bright pink strap on, cleaned and sitting by the sink.

My clit tingled and swelled a little bit thinking of all the pleasure that bright pink shaft had given me...Norah pounding away at my pussy with it, me plunging it in and out of her and of course, I'd gotten to use it on Wayne. Mmmmm.

Suddenly eager to get downstairs I quickly peed, wiped and headed down to see what kind of mischief Norah, Wayne were up to.

One of my secret, guilty pleasures was coming down in the morning and spying on my father having his coffee on the patio...naked, because we were nudists and at the very least semi erect but more often than not it was rock hard and on the really good days, he'd be stroking it.

The first time I'd seen him I'd just stepped into the kitchen and looked out the window...There he was, cup of coffee in his right hand, his boner in the left, slowly stroking up and down.

I quickly stepped back and spied through the door way, totally and completely getting off on watching my Father stroke his big fat cock.

Did I want to wrap my hand around my Fathers cock and stroke him until he came? No.

Did I want to walk out there, drop to my knees and rub that big plump head over my face before taking his cock down my throat? No. Did I want to step over, straddle his lap and ease that hard shaft into my absolutely soaking wet pussy? No. Did I want to stay right where I was, pinching my rock hard nipples, rubbing my equally hard clit to two wet and juicy climaxes while watching my Father stroke and finally cum all over his stomach and chest?...You bet!

That's exactly what I did.

So that morning, was I hoping to round the kitchen corner and see Norah's big boobs bouncing wildly as Wayne's hard cock slid in and out of that wonderful pussy of hers?...You bet I did.

Peeking around the corner, I saw Norah kneeling between Wayne's legs rubbing those big boobs up and down his cock. From the looks of things, they'd been doing it for a while and Wayne was getting close to cumming.

When he did cum, the first shot went straight into her mouth, then her chin and throat. I loved watching Wayne suck his own sticky goo from Norah's fingers.

I had to get out there!

With the show over, I went into the kitchen and prepared my morning tea. Yes I preferred tea in the morning...I was so refined at such a young age.

Wayne offered me his spot on the bench when I came outside.

"Morning," I said, giving him a kiss.

Norah shifted on the seat so she was leaning against the armrest and her beautiful, hairy muff was pointing towards me.

"And good morning to you," I leaned over and kissed her too. "What have I missed?"

"Well it was a little chilly when we came out here," Norah told me. "So to keep him from freezing to death I had him wear my panties. Then I was a little cold, so I ended up putting on the pair he jizzed in last night. Then he wanted me to touch myself while he watched...Ewww...What kind of girl does he think I am?..."

Norah, of course, had her hand between her legs rubbing away as she talked.

"Then I got him off between my boobs," she continued. "That was a lot more fun than I thought it would be."

"We're going to have to try that sometime," I said, looking over at Wayne and his rock hard cock.

"There's something else we were wondering if you wanted to try," Norah said, then glanced over to Wayne.

"We were talking," Wayne took over. "And you seem to like having us watch you, uh, peeing. So we were wondering if that's all it is, you liking to be watched or if you wanted to try it?"

"Try what?" I asked as my heart began to race.

"Both of us peeing on you," Norah answered, still playing with her hairy pussy.

Pee play was my current obsession.

It started, as I'm figuring out happened a lot with me, with my parents...

I came home early one evening and headed straight for the kitchen to grab a Coke. As I rounded my favorite spy corner, I saw my parents, naked, out on the patio...Not unusual. My first thought was, once I got my soda, to undress and join them. I squashed that idea as I looked a little closer and saw my Father's semi erect penis, glistening with a combination of my Mother's juices and cum. Focusing even closer I saw more of it oozing out of my Mother.

My Father held his penis as he stood and faced my Mother.

My Mother's fingers rubbed feverishly between her legs.

"Oui," she said "Allez"...Though they were immigrants from France, the only time they ever spoke French to each other was during sex.

My jaw dropped and my pussy gushed as my Father let go with a stream of pee, hitting her square in the forehead first then her open mouth...down her body and as she climaxed, finishing at her pussy.

I was disgusted.

I was disgusted that my Father would actually pee on my Mother. I was disgusted that my Mother would let or want my Father to pee all over her nude body, much less drink some of it.

But I was mostly disgusted with myself standing in our kitchen, watching, with my hand down my shorts, on the verge of cumming.

Watching them kiss afterwards, pushed me over the edge, forcing me to bite my lip to keep from crying out as I climaxed.

I climaxed a second time watching my Father kneel between my Mothers legs and place his mouth over her pee covered, cum drooling pussy.

My third happened when I saw not only was he eating his cum from her but she was peeing directly into his mouth.

I made my retreat as they got up and headed towards the outdoor shower.

I slept great that night after getting myself off two more times, of course.

I found my way through experimentation. Back then it wasn't as if I could just log on to the internet, find a water sports website and get ideas, I had to do everything by trial and error.

I knew I liked being peed on, even if it was just me contorting my body and doing it to myself. I also found it wonderfully kinky, sexy and embarrassing that I liked the idea of tasting it.

"If it doesn't freak you two out," I answered softly. "I'd love it."

"Good," Norah exclaimed, spreading her pussy open. "I'm about to burst."

Suddenly a golden stream burst forth from her wet pussy catching me right in the mouth.

In all honesty, it was hot, salty and it tasted like...well...piss, but as it cascaded down my tits, belly and lap, I was so turned on I was shaking.

"More," I demanded, turning towards Wayne.

He stood and stepped over to me. His penis was pointing, almost straight up. A quick memory flash to health class reminded me that boys can't pee when their cocks are at full mast.

"Come on baby," I pleaded. "I need this...Think of..."

I couldn't think of anything to say.

"Do you really want him to pee on you?" Norah whispered in my ear before our lips met and her tongue invaded my piss soaked mouth.

Pulling her mouth away from mine, she wrapped her hand around Wayne's cock and brought it to her mouth.

I had a split second to think; that's not going to help, before she sank her teeth into the sensitive head

"Oww! Shit!" Wayne exclaimed.

"Sorry babe," she told him before planting a soft kiss on the head of his shrinking cock. "Desperate times."

"It worked," he said as Norah aimed the hot, salty stream at my face and boobs.

"Oh God," I grunted, swallowing Wayne's pee as I ground my fingers against my clit.

I drank the last little bit when he shoved his cock between my lips.

I continued sucking until he was rigid and hard again.

"Fuck me now!" I cried out, somewhere between a plea and an order.

Wayne, knowing what I needed at that moment, slammed his rock hard cock into me.

All these years later, anytime I think about that brutal pounding Wayne gave me that morning my clit swells, my panties become soaked and I have to masturbate.

No exaggeration, I tried ignoring it a few times at work and found that once my mind remembered the feeling of his hard cock plunging in and out of my pussy, my boobs bouncing (when Norah wasn't squeezing and licking them), his pubic bone crashing into my swollen clit, his grunts and moans, my grunts and moans as I climaxed one right after another...I can't think of anything else until I go off and get myself off a time or three.

I came twice as Wayne absolutely murdered my pussy and was well on my way to a third when Norah began urging Wayne.

"Come on baby," she coaxed. "Fill her with cum."

She grabbed, pinched and twisted one of my nipples in one hand and one of Wayne's in the other. We both winced, but give her some credit, it shot shockwaves right between my legs..Judging from the grunts, groans and ragged thrusts Wayne started making, I'm guessing it had the same effect on him.

"Make me cum," Norah demanded straddling my face as Wayne pulled his cock from my pussy and clamped his lips around my clit.

I alternated flicking my tongue over Norah's clit and shoving it in both her hairy pussy and equally hairy butthole as Wayne flicked his tongue on my clit.

"Do it baby," Norah urged. "You know he wants you to."

Visions of my Father, face head between my Mother's legs, making her climax as she pissed into his mouth filled my head.

I did my best to relax...and got stuck...I couldn't make myself go.

Norah put her hand on my lower abdomen and pressed right over my bladder. Just as I was about to throw out a pussy muffled complaint, she quickly pulled her hand away...it worked, I felt a small stream release. Wayne licked me a little harder and faster in response and that was all I needed.

Norah and I came at practically the same time, Wayne licking my pussy as I peed made it impossible for me, not to cum. Watching Wayne licking my peeing pussy had the same effect on her...

That morning really set the tone for the rest of that summer.

Our "Golden Sunday" as the three of us would refer to it, opened up a level of intimacy that I'd never have with anyone else. I guess nothing is out of bounds sexually after you've peed and been peed on by someone.

One last story about the three of us and I'll let you go...

As planned, the three of us went to college. Unfortunately we went to three different schools. The only bright spot to that was all three cities were accessible by train. As Norah's school was in the middle of the three, every couple of weeks, Wayne and I would jump on a train early Friday afternoon, the three of us would orgy it up all weekend then we'd catch a late train back Sunday.

It wasn't ideal, but it worked for us for three years.

The only reason we stopped was; during the summer before our senior year, Wayne received a job offer that was way too good to pass up, even if it meant he had to move two thousand miles away.

Knowing in our heart of hearts, him moving was going to break up the band, we decided the three of us needed to go on a weeklong vacation together.

Norah found the perfect place. It wasn't a nudist resort, like I would have preferred, but it was adult only and had a very sexy vibe.

I woke up early the third morning we were there. Between Wayne and Norah's snoring, I wasn't able to go back to sleep so I got up, threw on a sarong and bikini top and went down to the pool.

I was slightly hung over from the wine tasting/drinking tour we'd gone on the day before. I was more than grateful when the pool side waitress brought me my coffee..0

There was a woman sitting a few tables away, I'd seen her around the resort and she and her husband were on the same wine tour as us the day before. She saw me, stood and came over.

For simplicity sake, I would refer to her as a BBW, but she was more a C (chubby or curvy) BW. She too was in a sarong and her bikini top was valiantly trying to contain her large boobs. She had a belly and she was making no attempt to hide it, wearing her sarong tied low on her ample hips.

I found myself actually attracted to her, which was mildly surprising, but not just because she was curvy.

There was only one woman I was attracted to and that was Norah. Over my previous three years, I'd been with other women, but I wasn't attracted to them, I was attracted to having sex with them.

But this woman, had something different...I was getting wet just looking at her.

She introduced herself as Halle and asked if she could join me.

"I love your fashion sense," I told her after we'd gone through the normal where we lived, what we did conversation.

"Thanks but you wear it a lot better than I do," she replied, rubbing her hand over her soft and sexy tummy.

"You look great," I told her. "My boyfriend couldn't take his eyes off of you yesterday neither could my girlfriend actually."

"My husband and I were wondering about that," she said. "At first we thought you and he were together and your friend was tagging along. But I was surprised on how...I guess...chummy they were at the vineyard...She just didn't seem..."

"I get what you mean, there's no mistaking Norah's a lesbian," I told her. "Well pretty much one, she does have a thing for Wayne."

"And you're okay with it?"

"Actually, I was Norah's girlfriend before Wayne was my boyfriend," I answered. "It's a long story..."

I told her how Norah and I had been a couple first, but that I'd had an hall pass when it came to guys as I just couldn't live on vagina alone. I told her about forcing myself on Wayne, because I was tired of waiting for him to make the first move, most of what happened the first time the three of us were together, including the panty play but omitting the water sports. She pretty much got the whole meal deal, the times we'd fooled around in department store changing rooms, blow jobs in movie theatres, foot jobs in restaurants...all of it.

"Do you play with others?" she asked.

I wondered where this was going.

"Norah and I have," I told her, my pussy getting wetter by the second. "Generally with one of her fuck buddies from school, girls only. Wayne and I have had a few threesomes with guys and one time we hooked up with another couple."

"Wow," she exclaimed. "Is Wayne...does he...?"

"At this point, don't be shy if you have a question," I told her, enjoying my upper hand. "But yes, Wayne plays with guys."

"Very nice," she smiled. "That makes things more convenient and a little easier."

I had to wait for the waitress to refill our coffees before I could ask what she meant.

"My husband and I play with other people too," she continued once the waitress was out of earshot. "Well usually it's more he likes to watch me play with other people, before he joins in. We talked about seducing you and your friends last night, but as you said, at this point, I think it would be better to tell you rather than try and manipulate you."

She'd kicked off her sandals and began caressing my leg from my ankle to my calf with her toes.

"It's been a while since I was with another woman...much less two," she continued, her toes stroking higher on my leg. "So tonight, the three of you are going to come over to our villa. You and your girlfriend are going to get me ready to fuck that boyfriend of yours while my husband watches."

Normally, if someone man or woman, had told me that they would have gotten an automatic "fuck you" and drink in their face.

But that morning, as my upper hand slipped away, I felt my face flush, my nipples stiffen and my knees part as her toes touched my inner thighs.

"You have a lovely pussy," she commented as she ran her big toe between my legs.

"Thank you," I meekly replied.

"And it's so wet," she said as her toe gently parted my lips. "Shall I assume you want to pleasure me for my husband?"

"Yes," I moaned as her toes found my swollen clit.

"Seven o'clock?" she asked, taking her foot away from my pussy.

"I still have to ask Norah and Wayne," I told her.

"But you'll convince them, right?"

I nodded.

"Good girl," she said raising her foot towards my face. "Be a dear, I don't want to get my sandals sticky."

I wanted to take a quick glance around to see if anyone was watching or could see what I was about to do. I decided I didn't want to know. I pulled her foot to my mouth and licked my juices off of her toes.

"Good job," she said, giving my nose a quick bop with her big toe.

She dragged her toes down my chest, grazing my rock hard nipple, before sliding on her sandal and standing.

"Villa fourteen," she told me. "See you around seven."

I nodded.

She turned and walked away.

I knew my legs would be wobbly if I stood up. I forced myself to finish my now lukewarm coffee, before dashing back to our room.

"We need to talk," I announced as I burst through the door.

Wayne was making coffee, naked and Norah was on the floor doing her morning yoga routine...So yeah, I pretty much made my announcement to Norah's hairy butthole.

"Is everything okay?" Norah asked.

I nodded.

Wayne brought us coffees and sat down beside me on the small couch. Norah took the chair.

"Remember the woman in the yellow dress on the tour yesterday?" I asked them.

They both nodded.

"She and her husband want us to come over and fuck them," I blurted out. "I really want to do it, but I told her it would be up to you guys."

"I'm in," Norah said with a chuckle.

"Me too," Wayne added, smiling.

That went a lot quicker than I thought.

"What am I missing here?"

"She doesn't see it," Wayne said with a laugh to Norah.

"It's just funny that you're getting all hot for her," Norah said.

"How so?"

"Take away the long blonde hair," Norah explained. "Give her a brunette bob. Who do you have?"

I closed my eyes and pictured Halle...With shorter brown hair...Oh Fuck!

"She looks like your Mom," Wayne said as my eyes shot open. "Maybe not a twin, but they could pass for sisters."

"And I'd totally do Monique if I had the chance," Norah chimed in.

"I would too," Wayne added.

"Wow, nice to hear my boyfriend and my girlfriend both want to fuck my Mother."

I tried to sound put out, but the mental image of Norah, Wayne and my Mom had my pussy gushing.

"I think the bigger issue, my love," Norah said with a sly smile. "Is you obviously want to, too. You're pretty twisted, but I love you."

"Okay all incest jokes aside," I tried to regain control of the conversation. "How is this going to work, you're..."

"Gorgeous and a snappy dresser?" Norah asked.

"Yes you're gorgeous," I told her. "And no you're not a snappy dresser. You dress like a homeless teenage boy. But seriously, there's another guy involved here."

"I thought about that," Norah replied. "The husband...whatever his name is..."

I'd never thought to ask.

"...Is not a bad looking guy...For now I'll sign on with hands and mouth stuff, probably not let him fuck my pussy and definitely not my butt...That became Wayne's territory the night he peed in it..."

I have no defense for that one, other than the three of us were really drunk that night.

For the record, it did feel kind of nice.

"If they don't agree?" I asked.

"I walk away," she assured me.

"We walk away," Wayne corrected.

It was the longest day ever... The three of us, in an effort to stay extra horny, decided to forgo any sex with each other.

A six forty five, we were showered, dressed and ready to make the walk over to Halle's.

Not being completely sure of what we were walking into and knowing if everything went well, we wouldn't be staying in our clothes very long, Wayne and I opted for tee shirts and shorts. Norah surprised us twice while getting ready; the first was the spaghetti strapped sundress she planned to wear and the second came when she unwrapped the three matching pairs of silky, black bikini panties she'd brought for us to wear.