Quaffing Christine The Wish

This is a kinky story about two lovers: One discovering a newfound thrill of dominance, the other developing a taste for all her juices.

Part 1: The Awakening - Justin gets his first taste of Christine.

Part 2: The Trial - An emergency requires Justin's services.

Part 3: The Wish - Christine has an idea.

Part 4: The Gauntlet - Justin does his best to keep up.

This story is written from the perspectives of both Christine and Justin, showing each of their unique experiences. When you see a break like '---', it represents a gap in time or switch of perspective.

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Introduction

"I can't believe we're doing this," Christine thought, her apprehension giving way to excitement as she slowly crouched above Justin. Her bladder about to burst, she needed relief, and quickly - and the notion that her relief came in the form of her lover's mouth was making her feel a strange combination of nervous hesitation and intense arousal.

"Are you ready for this, my love?" she asked, still uncertain about the kinky act they were about to perform. Justin's reply was enthusiastic, with hints of trepidation. As Christine slowly lowered her pussy to seal on Justin's face, she thought back to earlier that day...

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Part 1: The Awakening

"Good morning sunshine!"

Christine gently opened her eyes to the sound of Justin's voice.

"Time to get up darling, we have a long drive ahead of us," he said, throwing open the curtains of their hotel room.

Christine groggily rolled over, rubbing her eyes. She had always been a late riser. "Whaaaa time issit," she grumbled.

"Just after 10," Justin replied, sitting down next to Christine as she rolled over and put a pillow over her head.

"Oh, is that how it's going to go?" he said, knowing all-too-well what this kind of morning means. "Let's just see what we can do about that."

Justin started gently kissing Christine on her neck, slowly moving down her body. Her chest, side, belly,...

As he neared her sex, Christine's groans of protest turned into moans of pleasure. "Mmm I like this kind of wake-up," she thought.

Justin reached her slit and teasingly blew on her, knowing exactly what gets her going. Before he could really dig in, Christine finally started stirring more.

"Please can I get on top dear?" she purred, "you know how I like your tongue deep in there, and I want to play with you too!"

Justin silently removed his pants and laid on his back, beckoning his partner to him. As Christine rolled over to mount him 69-style, her attention turned to his engorged member.

"I love how excited he gets for me," she thought, sneaking in a teasing little lick. Justin responded with a moan of his own, and she wrapped her lips around his penis. The taste of pre-cum confirmed his arousal.

He wasted no time responding in kind, hungrily lapping at her sex. Christine was in heaven - with a tongue lovingly planted in her pussy and her lover's inflated cock in her mouth, today's wake-up call was getting better and better.

They were interrupted by an alarm going off. "Shit," muttered Justin, "we're about to miss check-out time. We'll have to resume this later dear."

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It was a long drive from Orlando back to Philadelphia, and the monotony was starting to get to Justin. "Honey, can you pass me a chip?" he asked, not so much because he was hungry, but at least munching on snacks was something to do.

"Sure, here you go." Christine grabbed one from her open bag and playfully fed it to Justin.

"God, she's so cute" he thought. "At least she's here with me; with anyone else this drive would be unbearable." Justin sipped on his jumbo cup of soda to wash down the saltiness of the chips.

They decided to pass the time with a few dozen rounds of 'License Plate'. After calling out all the easy ones from the surrounding states, they started finding some more interesting ones.

"Nebraska!" Justin exclaimed, putting his tally one ahead of Christine's.

"Ouch, I can't believe I didn't see that one first. It's on my side and everyt... Maine! Ok, now we're even. Just make sure you're watching the road dear, don't want to g... Missouri!"

"This isn't fair! If I'm supposed to be watching the road, how am I supposed to compete with you?"

"Too bad, life isn't fair," Christine joked. "Oh, and by the way, Alabama!"

"That's just mean!"

Justin diverted a bit more attention to finding plates. It was getting harder after the initial batch of finds; they were on a long rural highway without many out-of-state drivers. "Can we just get home already to save me from this boredom?" he thought.

Justin's internal monologue was interrupted by Christine. "Hey, can you start keeping an eye out for a gas station? I probably shouldn't have gotten that venti iced latte at lunch."

"Of course dear. But if I'm watching for that too, you've got to let me count gas stations as license plate states!"

"Ok fine", she sighed, "but we both know who wins!"

A dozen more miles down the road, Christine found 'California' and Justin found 'Nevada', but he isn't making any progress toward closing in on her lead.

Justin noticed his partner squirming a little in her seat. "Are you ok, honey?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just really need to pee."

"I've been looking for a place to stop, but there hasn't even been an exit in miles. If you have to go that bad, you might just need to go on the side of the road."

"With everyone driving by? There aren't even any trees to hide behind."

"I'm not sure what you want to do then. Just try to keep close to the car so nobody can see?"

"I'd definitely still be visible. Say, how much more of that soda do you want?"

"It's starting to get a bit flat, why? It doesn't sound like you should be drinking more soda right now."

"Not to drink, silly. Can I pour out your soda and use the cup? It might be tough but I think I can manage, and you wouldn't even have to pull over."

"Oh, sure. Just be careful to not get any on my car seat!"

Christine dumped the remaining soda out the window of the still-moving car, immediately regretting her plan as she got sprayed by a fine mist of soda blowback.

"Augh! I didn't realize that was going to happen!" Christine exclaimed, and Justin struggled to contain his giggles. "Oh well, I still need to pee, so here goes nothing!"

As she shimmied down her skirt and scooted forward on the seat, Justin couldn't help but sneak a few glances at that sexy bush of hers. He was very familiar with that particular area of her body, but still became entranced every time it made an appearance.

"Keep your eyes on the road!" snapped Christine, partially in jest. "You'll have plenty of time to look later dear."

"Ok, imagination it is," thought Justin, trying to focus on driving as he began to hear a gentle trickle on his right. His arousal quickly inflated his cock; something which was noticed by his partner, but ignored, for now.

Christine's relief was palpable as she finished up, filling the 42oz cup about halfway. "Phew, that felt so good, you can't imagine. I should be good for a while now!" Christine moved to dump out her fresh cup-o-pee; but remembering the results of her last window-pour, thought better of it, instead placing it back in the cup holder to deal with later.

"Oh I bet. You've been complaining about your bladder for a while now. And by the way... Rhode Island!"

"Hey, no fair, I was busy!"

They continued down the seemingly-endless road, finding a few more state license plates, but eventually lost track of the score, and lost interest. Idle conversation gradually shifted topics.

"That Eagles' comeback last week was insane," Justin casually mentioned, "that final drive was something else."

"It sure was wild. I can't remember the last time Philly sports gave us such a heart-stopper."

"Exactly. There's always this unpredictable edge to our teams, like the Phillies clawing back from a tough spot."

"It's that grit, you know? Even when things look bleak, they somehow pull through." said Christine, yawning and stretching to find a more comfortable position.

Justin thought for a moment. "I love that about Philly sports - the drama and passion are always there, no matter what." he pondered. Feeling a little thirsty, he absent-mindedly reached over for a quick sip.

Gulping down a mouthful, he immediately noticed an unexpectedly salty taste, with a hint of coffee and ammonia. This wasn't the slightly-flat Pepsi his taste buds expected. A moment later, Justin realized his error.

"Hurrgh..." he winced in surprise.

Christine looked over and immediately realized what just happened, giggling out, "did you just... take a sip of my pee?"

"You're the one that put it back in the cup holder!"

"I didn't want to dump it out the window and get sprayed!" she protested. "Well, silly boy, let's have it - how do I taste?"

Justin considered for a moment. Strangely, beyond the initial shock, he was barely disgusted. "You want to know how you taste? Well, definitely pretty salty, with some bitterness, but something about the flavor reminds me of a rich, dark roasted coffee." Thinking about what he had just done, he noticed something in his pants starting to stir.

"A rich, dark coffee? You do realize that's my pee you're talking about?"

Justin blushed as his arousal increased. "Well, there are other flavors too, and it's not all good, but I guess your famous bread pudding isn't the only palatable thing you produce," he joked.

Now it was Christine's turn to blush. "I did drink a lot of coffee..."

"Definitely not my favorite soda though", Justin remarked wryly, "And I'm still thirsty. Can you pass the water bottle please? I need to get this taste out of my mouth."

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Part 2: The Trial

For the last few hours of their trip, Christine's mind was in overdrive. She had just watched her best friend and lover take a gulp of her piss, her bodily waste, something which belongs in a toilet. And he didn't even seem to mind.

The more she thought about it, the more she began to like the idea. Something made her feel... powerful... in someone doing something so dirty with her own waste fluids. And was that a twitch in his pants that she saw, or did she imagine it? Could Justin have actually enjoyed his little taste of her? His penis certainly seems to engorge while lapping up her drippings during 69...

As Christine pondered, she felt her own vagina becoming moist. She had heard about pee and human toilet kinks being common, but she hadn't ever given the idea much thought. Thoughts of Justin's tongue lapping up her fluids from her sex swirled around her imagination, her pussy going from moist to flowing.

Christine's daydream was broken as Justin pulled into their apartment building's garage, announcing, "finally, baby we're home!" Just in time too; her bladder was once again nearing capacity.

"Finally!" Christine said with the most exaggerated stretch yet. "Let's get up there and relax for a while. We can get our bags later."

The two staggered into the apartment lobby and into the elevator, Justin hitting the button for the ninth floor. "Ooh I can't wait to be back in my own home!" squealed Christine as the elevator lurched into motion.

A few seconds later, a loud 'CLACK' sounded, and the elevator suddenly stopped. All of the lights went out, replaced a few seconds later by the dim glow of emergency lighting.

"Uh uh," said Justin, "not this again. They really need to get the building transformer fixed. I hope we're not stuck for as long as our neighbor Danny was last time."

"I really hope so too," Christine thought, feeling the growing pressure in her bladder.

Justin reached over to the emergency phone. After eight excruciatingly long rings, someone finally picked up.

"Hello, TUI Apartments Building Services."

"Uh, hi, I'm in the elevator at 2514 King Street, and we're stuck. Looks like the power's out again."

"Thank you for reporting this issue. We are aware of it and are working on resolving the problem."

"How long do you think it might take?"

"It's hard to say. Power is out to the whole block, and the power company says it might take them a while to fix. We have a few other calls from stuck elevators and are working on getting everybody out. We'll be there and have you out in around an hour, if power isn't back on by then."

"Ok, thanks I guess," said Justin, hanging up.

"What did they say?" asked Christine nervously.

"Could be up to an hour. They don't know."

"An hour?! I can't wait that long!"

"Oh relax dear, it'll be fine. We just spent hours and hours in the cramped car, we can handle one more."

"No, I mean... I have to pee again, badly."

"Seriously? Again? Didn't we just go through this a few hours ago?"

"Yes, but I thought we were almost back to our apartment! I'll hold it for as long as I can."

They tried to keep calm with idle chit-chat; but, as the minutes ticked by, Christine's discomfort rapidly increased. "Urggh, I can't hold it much longer, I'm sorry dear."

"You can't just go all over the floor! It'll soak into all this carpet and we'll just be sitting in it for who knows how long."

"I'm not sure what else I can do. There aren't any other options."

Justin pondered for a moment. "Well, there is one other option..." he said, carefully.

"And what option is that? Tell me, quick!"

"Well, your pee in the car didn't taste too bad, and I feel fine after drinking it - maybe I can help you out, and you can just use... me."

Christine blushed once again, barely visible in the dim lighting, her kinky musings from earlier coming back to her. It was such a crazy suggestion, he couldn't really be serious, right? It didn't matter - time was running out, and she needed a solution right now.

"Ok, lie down on the floor," she instructed. Her voice was forceful, yet wavered with nervousness. "How should I do this? Quickly now."

Justin obeyed. "Uh, maybe just straddle my head and crouch down until you're touching?"

Christine was now trying to suppress a pee dance while removing her sweatpants and panties. She noticed a huge bulge in Justin's pants again and wondered if that was from seeing her nakedness or from thinking about what comes next. "Are you sure you can handle it?" she asked, "I'm so full and I don't think I can slow down or pause."

Justin visibly gulped. "I think so. Let's just do this before I chicken out."

"I can't believe we're doing this," Christine thought, her apprehension giving way to excitement as she slowly crouched above Justin. Her bladder about to burst, she needed relief, and quickly - and the notion that her relief came in the form of her lover's mouth was making her feel a strange combination of nervous hesitation and intense arousal.

"Are you ready for this, my love?" she asked, still uncertain about the kinky act they were about to perform. Justin's reply was enthusiastic, with hints of trepidation. Christine slowly lowered her pussy to seal on Justin's face, looking deep into those blue eyes of his.

Ooh that sexy face, always so eager to please her. This was far from the first time his face had been there, but this time was different. She could scarcely believe that she was about to take that sexy face and fill it with her piss, straight from her bladder. Christine never imagined degrading her amazing partner by literally using him as a toilet, and was amazed that he was willing to help. On the other hand, her arousal intensified, and that feeling of power returned with a vengeance. Quickly, her demeanor changed - she was going to enjoy making him swallow her piss, and he wasn't going to have a say in the matter.

She felt Justin's familiar tongue on her vulva, working its way in between her lips. Good, it should be easier to seal without spilling. Christine hesitated for one final moment; then, losing all control, the floodgates opened.

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Justin hung up the elevator's emergency phone, outwardly hiding his frustration. "How incompetent can building management be," he thought to himself. "Aren't elevators supposed to have backups or something?"

"What did they say?" asked Christine nervously.

"Could be up to an hour. They don't know."

"An hour?! I can't wait that long!"

"Oh relax dear, it'll be fine. We just spent hours and hours in the cramped car, we can handle one more."

"No, I mean... I have to pee again, badly."

Justin started. He knew what that meant, and it added a fresh layer of urgency to the situation. He tried to distract Christine with small talk, knowing how much discomfort she was in, and hoping the power would come back on soon.

Soon, he heard what he feared. "Urggh, I can't hold it much longer, I'm sorry dear."

Justin tried to think. He really didn't want to have to sit on piss-soaked carpet until they were rescued. But they didn't have any other options - all their luggage and other containers were in their car. Unless...

"Well, there is one other option..." he said, cautiously.

"And what option is that? Tell me, quick!"

"Well, your pee in the car didn't taste too bad, and I feel fine after drinking it - maybe I can help you out, and you can just use... me."

Christine seemed taken aback. Justin worried that he had offended her, briefly feeling a sense of relief that he wouldn't need to go through with his suggestion. He was surprised by her commanding voice, "Ok, lie down on the floor."

As they worked out the positioning logistics, Justin looked at Christine's body, scanning her from head to toe. Even in such a strange situation, stuck in an elevator after a day-long road trip, she was a sight to behold. Mentally drinking in her sight was about to turn into literally drinking in her fluids. At least it was Christine - he was certain he couldn't do this for anyone else, but something about Christine made him go wild.

Christine crouched over Justin, sealing her pussy over his mouth. He noticed that it was already sopping wet, and she hadn't even started peeing yet. Is she enjoying this? Instinctively, Justin extended his tongue to open up and explore her delicate folds, almost forgetting what was about to happen.

He looked up into Christine's eyes, and she looked intently back into his, showing a mixture of desperation, nervousness, curiosity, and arousal.

He didn't have long to wait. Immediately, a stream of warm liquid started filling his mouth. The taste was now familiar from earlier in the car, but this time was different. It was much stronger and saltier, with less of the coffee flavor. There was a pronounced pungent, musky taste. He realized she must not have been drinking much for the last few hours to head off extra bathroom stops, concentrating her urine.

Christine didn't give him much time to think, releasing a torrent into his open mouth. Justin's reflex was to spit it out, but he quickly realized that wasn't an option - her weight was keeping his mouth open with her lips firmly sealed to his. He wondered if that was intentional to prevent a mess.

A choice immediately presented itself: Either Christine's piss was going to be forced up his nose, or Justin needed to start swallowing. He chose the latter, taking his first big gulp of her pungent liquid down his throat.

Now he had a bit more space in his mouth. The relief didn't last long as she continued to rapidly pee into him. Justin took another gulp, then another. As he focused his attention on keeping up with her stream, he became aware of his penis straining to burst from his pants. "Strange," he thought, "being Christine's toilet is oddly... exhilarating."

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Christine finished her pee, her mind swirling. This was the most intimate thing she had ever done to anyone, and the fact it was occurring in an emergency, while stuck in an elevator, created all sorts of incongruent thoughts. Two feelings stood out above all else: The incredible relief of finally having an empty bladder, and intense arousal at knowing where the contents of her bladder ended up.