Part Seven The Dam Bursts

[Author's Note] Continued directly on from part six. Much like the previous installment, this one gets messy. If pee isn't your thing, click away. But if you enjoy the golden rain, godspeed you intrepid readers!

Ellie walked into the bathroom, stripping off her wet workout clothes as she went. The contest was to take place in the shower, though Ellie did not turn the water on. She and Isabella each downed another beer on the way in, ensuring they'd both have maximum desperation for more powerful flows. I was instructed to stand, naked, under the shower head. Ellie and Isabella would both stand on the opposite end of the shower and direct their streams, as best they could, to hit my crotch. Ellie opted to go first. I stood, hands behind my back, more than a little eager to receive. Ellie was something of an expert at standing to pee, but I also knew that a determined Isabella had been practicing daily in the shower. This was going to be a tough competition to judge.

Ellie stood, pulling her pussy lips apart with both hands and arching her hips. She started to pee, her stream shooting nearly straight out in front of her. It was too low at first, but as she pushed harder it arced up and landed squarely on my cock. The warmth flowed over me, and I felt myself getting hard. Ellie finished with a sprinkle, walked over to me and kissed me hard on the mouth- a reward- and got out of the shower.

Isabella, completely naked now, got into the shower and stood where Ellie had. She used one hand to pull her labia apart and the other to steady herself on the shower wall as she bent her knees slightly. Concentrating hard, she started her flow. At first it arced forward only slightly and hit my feet--still an impressive distance, I thought. She grunted, and her stream got stronger as she started pushing. To my surprise, she overshot and hit me right in the stomach. I was shocked at how strong her stream was. She did her best to aim but ended up sort of going up and down in waves, soaking my abdomen and my entire pelvic area. We couldn't help but laugh, she was peeing so wildly that some of it was ending up on the bathmat outside of the shower.

I officially declared Ellie the winner--all three of us agreed that her sharp shooting had been undeniable. Isabella ran the shower and all three of us drunkenly crammed in--it really wasn't big enough, but we all wanted to rinse off at once. We giggled, putting our hands all over each other's bodies as the water ran over us. Ellie and Isabella made out furiously, roughly grabbing handfuls of each other's ass cheeks. Then Ellie turned around and put her arms around me, sloppily tongue kissing me and grabbing at my cock. Isabella, behind Ellie, squatted down and started eating her out from behind. Our sense temporarily overriding our horniness, we collectively decided to take it to a less cramped space. We turned the water off, toweled ourselves dry, and went into Ellie's bedroom to find another set of surprises.

Ellie's pre-game preparation had been more extensive than we'd initially realized. She had, apparently, wrapped her mattress in plastic. She'd also laid out brand new, thick towels instead of sheets, and put out additional pee pads on the floor beside the bed. Looking at her desk, we also saw that she'd put out three shot glasses and a Tequila bottle.

The true test of my ability to pee while erect was yet to come. The first thing we did was drink a tequila shot each. Then we piled on to Ellie's bed and engaged in some particularly drunken foreplay. This is where my memories began to blur around the edges a bit, but I have a sharp image of laying back and looking down at both Ellie and Isabella working on me with their mouths. Sometimes each was licking one side of my shaft, other times they were passing me back and forth between them like a baton. At another point, Isabella was laying in between Ellie and I, each of us sucking on her nipples. Then, later: Ellie laying on her stomach and using her hands to splay her ass cheeks out, while Isabella indulged in her increasingly prevalent anilingus fixation. Alcohol had made both girls bolder. I watched intently, slowly but deliberately stroking myself as Isabella seemingly tried to devour Ellie's asshole while Ellie moaned and gasped with pleasure.

Sometime later, Ellie guided me into her. An hour of foreplay had heightened the anticipation of this moment. Ellie was so wet that I glided into her with no resistance, and I instantly feared that I wouldn't be able to hold back my orgasm for long. I restricted myself to long, slow thrusts. Isabella lay next to Ellie, their mouths locked together in a passionate kiss. Ellie's little moans and coos were muffled, and her eyes were squeezed shut. I continued to fuck her gently, aware that I was teasing her, that she wanted it harder. Tequila made Ellie horny, we all knew. Her pre-placement of the bottle and the shot glasses had been no accident.

When at last Ellie needed to come up for air, she pulled herself away from Isabella, opened her eyes, and looked right into mine. "I want you to pee...inside me..." she said between heaving breaths. I was temporarily struck dumb. The idea was a huge turn on--filling Ellie up with my hot piss. But I was so intensely aroused at that moment that I couldn't fathom being able to relax enough to release my bladder.

"I don't know if I can..."

Ellie responded to this, wordlessly, by bucking her hips and thrusting herself into me. This took me by surprise. I felt as if I were tumbling uncontrollably down a hill. By this point in the summer, the three of us had learned each other's bodies very well. I could read the changes in the girls' breathing when they were getting close to orgasm, and I know they could do the same to me. But I was unprepared for how utterly Ellie was able to dictate when I was going to cum. She knew exactly what she was doing, she had additional plans I didn't fully comprehend.

"Oh, fuck!" I cried out. I pulled out in the nick of time. Isabella, as if on cue, grabbed my cock and pointed it up. She stared lustily as hot, white cum shot out in long ribbons, landing on Ellie's chest and stomach. She gently stroked me, squeezing out every last drop of cum. Then she looked at Ellie, waiting for a signal.

"Do it," Ellie said to both of us, nodding. I knew that both girls were on the pill, so it wasn't that there was a risk of pregnancy--only that we generally made a habit of cleanliness around bodily fluids, especially given how much they tended to be flying around in those days. This night, though, we were too full of lust (and booze) to halt our activities for anything.

Despite having just cum, I was still as hard as a rock. Isabella guided me back into the pink, glistening folds of Ellie's cunt, and I slid in very easily once again. Ellie moaned with pleasure as I re-entered her. Isabella kissed me. Our tongues aggressively vied for dominance inside of our mouths. As I moved back and forth inside of Ellie, another need begin to take hold.

"Ellie, I think I'm gonna pee," I said.

"Oh my fucking god, yes," Ellie said, her voice trembling with her own excitement. "Please, please, fill me up with your piss."

My need was urgent enough, and my inhibitions were loosened enough by the tequila, that I was sure I could relax myself and let it flow. I stopped my thrusting, pulled out of Ellie about half way, and tried to relax all of the muscles in my lower body. Isabella was watching intently, hand on her crotch and gently massaging her clit. It took me a minute, and I almost didn't realize that I'd started, but heat and liquid were suddenly surrounding me.

"Holy shit," Ellie said. "Oh my God. That feels so fucking good, don't stop."

It did feel good, like being immersed in a hot tub. I was still peeing when it seemed like Ellie reached capacity, and I felt my cock gently pushed out by what felt like a wave. I slid out, and a yellow gusher splashed out of Ellie and on to the towel beneath her. I was still peeing, getting it all over Ellie's pussy. Isabella rubbed herself faster, panting under her breath. Ellie writhed with pleasure as I showered her. She reached down and put her finger inside of herself. The mixture of fluids made a pleasing, squishing sound as she started finger-fucking herself desperately fast.

My stream finally slowed to a trickle. Without warning, Ellie's finger-blasting suddenly turned into a geyser. Ellie let out a cry, a long "Oh" sound which rose in pitch in volume as she pissed and came all at once. Like a rotating sprinkler, she drenched me, Isabella, and the towels beneath us. "Ooooooh, fuuuuuuuck!" Ellie nearly screamed, her lower body shaking with intensity.

Isabella climbed on top of Ellie, straddling her. Raised up on her knees, she spread her labia apart, showing her pink insides and exposing her urethra. Then she started peeing too, her stream arcing forward slightly and landing on Ellie's small breasts. Ellie, in a state of pure ecstasy, smiling with her eyes closed, received Isabella's golden shower by rubbing it in to her chest and stomach.

When it was done, the three of us fell back, conscious for the first time of the pee-soaked towels on which we lay. If we were a little embarrassed, it was overridden by giddiness. Ellie, happy and willing recipient of the most fluids, was the first back into the shower. Isabella and I staggered into the living room, still dazed and inebriated.

My memories of the rest of the night are scattered--I do know that Ellie came out of the shower, towel on her head but otherwise nude, to find that Isabella was bent over the couch with me fucking her from behind. My drunkenness, as well as my recent, explosive orgasm, had granted me uncharacteristic stamina. Isabella and I had sex at least twice, in a few creative and athletic positions, though I think I only came the second time, paining a map of Hawaii between her gorgeous breasts. I also recall showering myself off, and then finding Ellie and Isabella in a sixty-nine position on the couch when I returned.

Eventually, all three of us passed out in the living room. At some point I didn't recall, Ellie had stripped her bed, put the soiled towels in the washer, and added the used pee pads to the black garbage bag in the kitchen.

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Isabella, yawning, shuffled into the kitchen and went straight for the coffee pot, joining Ellie and me as we surveyed the detritus of our Olympic evening. Unselfconsciously naked, as we so often were that summer, we were also uncharacteristically quiet. I think there was an awareness, after that night, that what we were doing was more than just casual fun. Ellie had trusted us, had invited us to take part in her fantasies. And, in doing so, she was inviting us to do the same: to learn what we most secretly desired, and fulfill those wishes. I think we were all thinking the same thing. Isabella turned up her eyes from the coffee mug and smiled, showing her adorable dimples.

Ellie finished cleaning her room and got dressed. After Ellie went to work, Isabella and I set about doing a deep clean of the kitchen, living room, and bathroom. We worked mostly in comfortable silence, playing CDs as we moved from room to room, not unlike days spent straightening the shelves at the bookstore. When we were satisfied the apartment was clean, we napped on my bed together, spooning, but clothed. It was the end of July, and the summer heat was oppressive- opening our windows gave only minimal relief. When Ellie got home from her shift at 9:00 p.m., we fixed a big pot of spaghetti and split a bottle of red wine, talking easily the way we always had, making plans for the next month.

"Camping?" Ellie suggested, unsurprisingly. She was the outdoorsy type.

"I've never been to Walden Pond," Isabella offered.

I looked at them both, and for the first time I wondered how long our summer could last. I secretly wanted us to keep working in the bookstore forever, keep living in this three-bedroom apartment above a Chinese Take Out. I knew this was a fantasy, but I was content, for this moment, to live in the fantasy.