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I waited in shock, expecting Sandra to scream. Our assignment had been to collect a condom from a man, but my roommate had returned to the sorority with a used condom, the implication clear. Rachel had just fucked the first man she could find. Instead our mistress just laughed.
“I admire the enthusiasm,” Sandra said. “But you were still last. Are you ready to hear your punishment?”
“Yes mistress,” Rachel said.
Sandra stepped forward, looking past the diminutive blonde and out toward the eleven other girls, her eyes seeming to settle on me.
“For the rest of the day, if any pledge needs to pee, they will use Rachel…”
There was a deafening kind of silence that spread over the pledges, all standing at attention as our African mistress dealt out the punishment.
“Unfortunately, our intended facilities are under repair, so this will have to do,” Sandra said, walking behind the Saint Andrew’s cross.
She retrieved a toilet seat, her nails making quick work of the cellophane wrapper. Rachel stood in front of the pledges, less at attention than the rest of us. Her black latex dress had been rumpled and used, the hem revealing the round beginnings of her cheeks. I could see her breathing heavily, waiting in shock as Sandra placed the seat cover around her head.
“Turn around and curtsey,” Sandra demanded.
And the petite blonde obeyed, her eyes looking at the floor, her dress rising up enough that I could make out her pussy, bare as our mistress ordered. She shifted her legs together, the display causing her to rub her legs together in a vain attempt at pleasure.
“You’ll find your urinal in the last stall in the upstairs bathroom,” Sandra said.
She started to walk away, then stopped, turning back.
“Oh and just in case you’re pee shy… the first girl who doesn’t use Rachel takes her place.”
***
I followed Rachel upstairs, not because I needed to go. I still didn’t know how I was going to manage it. Maybe it was a morbid curiosity, or a sense of camaraderie for my roommate, the only other girl to accidentally fuck a stranger in our first game.
Okay… so I had only sucked him in exchange for a condom, but it was almost the same difference. We were clearly either the sluttiest or the stupidest pledges in the flock.
I was both disappointed and relieved that Sandra didn’t accompany us upstairs. Despite her infectious personality, I worried my interest would bring out her sadistic streak. Instead, several upperclassmen weaved rope through the ringlets in Rachel’s latex gloves, expertly knotting her hands together before leading her into the restroom.
Other than one stall, it was like any other ladies room. Actually, probably a little nicer. But the middle stall had no door. There was a glory hole cut into each divider, and one in the wall, showing into one of the bedrooms.
There was a small sectional placed facing this stall, so that anyone could sit and observe. The tiles seemed to be made of a softer rubbery material, which gave a little as the sophomores tied Rachel’s hands down to the grate, a metal mesh that served instead of a toilet…
“Do you need to go already?” The taller sophomore asked.
Maybe it was the fact they were in actual clothes, but every other resident of the house seemed remarkably beautiful. Not that any of the pledges weren’t, particularly Rachel who somehow managed to look adorable even wearing a toilet seat around her neck, but there was something superior about them. Probably just the knowledge that none of them could be commanded to swallow each other’s urine.
“No… I just…”
She laughed. “There’s always a Curious Georgia.”
“Careful or Sandra will make you next,” chimed the other.
And the pair trotted off, uninterested in what was about to happen.
“Thanks…” Rachel murmured.
“For what?” I asked.
“Keeping me company,” the blonde girl said, staring up at me.
She was nervous, shaking enough to pull on her restraints, spilling out in rapid, jittery sentences.
“I wish they would just get it over with,” Rachel said. “I think the waiting makes it worse, all this anticipation. I don’t know what I would do without someone to blabber at.”
“I’m scared just watching you,” I said, immediately wishing I hadn’t.
“It’s just warm water, right?” Rachel said. “It’s nowhere near as stupid as fucking a stranger…”
“About that…”
“Uh… Danielle, before I start. Do you want to clean the cum from your face?”
“Fuck!”
“It doesn’t bother me,” Rachel said. “But it’s already drying…”
She was right, I could sense the coagulated parts cracking on my cheeks. I got up from the couch and washed my face, scrubbing off the stranger’s cum before asking about her adventure.
“I actually saw you kneeling down with those three guys,” Rachel said. “So I ended up talking to this guy waiting for the bus. I couldn’t find anyone else, he said his dorm room was close... It was not!” She laughed, somehow maintaining her good humor. “Then once we were there, he started haggling, I had wasted too much time. Plus, he was kind of cute, and I hadn’t been with a man since Kate.”
“Kate?” I asked, 0nly to be interrupted as one of the pledges opened the door, nervously walking into the restroom. I remember Nicole from earlier, the brunette who came back first with a condom. She was nearly Amazonian, at least six foot tall, towering over even me. Her large breasts bulged out against the latex as she looked back and forth between us.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Nicole stammered. “When I cum, I always need to go.”
“You're okay,” Rachel forced a smile. “It had to happen sooner or later,”
With one last glance as me, Nicole lifted up the hem of her latex uniform, presenting her bare pussy to the blonde girl chained to the drain in the floor. She looked back at me once, still unsure of herself, then focused her eyes forward, trying to make herself relax. And Rachel opened her mouth, waiting…
Nothing happened, and after a few minutes, Rachel smoothed down her dress, apologizing.
“I’m sorry, I just can’t,” Nicole said. “I need to go so bad, but I can’t make it happen.”
“Give it a few minutes and come back. Don’t worry, it’ll happen.”
I couldn’t believe her aplomb. How could she be gracious enough to console a chick trying to piss on her? And yet, I was grateful. I could already feel my bladder swelling. Thinking about peeing always made me need to go. I tried to distract us both with chit-chat, even as my heel fidgeted impatiently, signalling my desperation as I toe-tapped the need.
“So how did you end up here Rachel?”
“Well, since we know how I ended up on the floor, I guess you mean at the sorority,” Rachel started.
“I started a few years late at school,” She continued. “My girlfriend, Kate encouraged me to go. She’s doing a semester abroad in Paris, graduate school, I’m going to be a kept woman. Anyways, she knows Sandra, and I wasn’t so sure about going back to college, but when she showed me the videos, I don’t know, I kind of became obsessed.”
“Really?”
Rachel nodded.
“Kate is too nice to me. She could never pee on me, believe me, I’ve tried.”
“Wait, you want someone to pee on you?”
“No! Well yes, I don’t know,” Rachel blushed. “I do, sometimes. I don’t know about right now. I’m all twisted up waiting, but when I get really turned on I have this thing where I want to be made to some really messed up things. You know, stuff that normal me gets all squicked out about. I guess I need to be made to do something. Do you know at all what I mean?”
I thought I did. I had no interested in pee and sex, but there was something exotically arousing about being submissive enough to do things against my own impulses.
“So, wait, have you ever…” I let the question linger.
“Um… not exactly…”
“I’m going to need an actual answer,” I said, smiling. “Come on, you are about to be peed on, do you think there’s a lot of secrets we should keep?”
“Okay, well twice, twice I tasted my own…” Rachel started. “And by tasted, I really mean gulped down every last drop.”
“How was it?” I asked.
“A little salty the first time,” Rachel said. “It was better the second, I drank more water. But I’ve always been more interested in someone else’s. It’s gotta be different right?”
My foot tapped a little faster, and she looked down at my legs. And I realized from the way I was sitting, she probably had been staring right into my pussy. I crossed my legs, trying to squeeze my urethra shut.
“Whenever you’re ready,” Rachel said.
“What?”
“You’re doing the pee-pee dance over there, and I just want you to know it’s okay. I’m ready..”
“You really want this?” I asked.
“Fuck no!” Rachel laughed. “But also, yeah… I think I am as ready as I'll ever be.”
“Can I, can I do anything to make it better?”
Rachel sighed. “I don’t think so,” she said. “I wish, I wish you could start by just peeing on my tits. But Sandra would find out. So I guess right in my mouth.”
I stood up, my hands hiking up the black latex dress.
“I just hope I drank enough water…”
“It’ll be okay,” Rachel said.
I took a shaky step forward.
“Don’t worry Danielle,” Rachel said. “I'm actually glad it’s you.”
I started to move only to stop and stare as the restroom door slammed open. One of the other pledges, a doll-like Asian girl with a slender frame and breasts that seemed too big for her body came rushing into the room. Before I could react, she stood in front of Rachel, hiking up her uniform.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry I can’t hold it any longer, I…”
The stream dribbling down her own legs a little first before jutting out in a fuller arch, pattering all over the skin-tight leather fetish pledge outfit. Urine dripped down her body, not able to really stick onto any part of her, rippling down like a she was some prone Greek statue, worshipping a golden god with her open mouth.
But none of the stream landed anywhere above the neck through no real fault of either. The other woman was similar in size, and even with her tiny frame angled up, there was just no way to do more than drench the Rachel from the bustline down.
Soon the urine stopped, the pool slowly draining until nearly all of it was gone, except for what remained on Rachel, the beads on her neck and the shimmering droplets on her dress.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry....”
The girl was still apologizing as she raced out of the room, unable to look at either of us.
And as I looked at my new friend, totally drenched in piss, I felt a strange stab of jealousy. Like that adorable Asian girl had taken something from me. Shamefully that was my first thought, not about Rachel, whose first experience had been suddenly warped from what seemed like a divine destiny.
I started to apologize, but she just burst out laughing.
“The first time’s always overrated anyways,” Rachel said. “Besides you’ll still get my mouth.”
I stepped into the room, holding onto the hem of my dress as I closed the distance. I was much taller, nowhere near Nicole, but easily able to hover Rachel.
“Go ahead, you must be bursting,” She purred.
And she opened her mouth underneath me.
“Relax, let it go, be my first. Make me a real pee slut, let me swallo-”
She sputtered as the first stream came out in a spurt, almost like a man cumming, surprising her with its suddenness. I did the same thing again, shooting urine before I managed to really start to go. I ignored the edges of the toilet seat bumping against my thighs, pressing her close.
The pitter-patter landed on her hand, and I felt a twinge of remorse as she recovered, but there was no holding back the floodgates. I could hear the stream collecting into her open mouth until it was almost the same sound as hearing my urine hit the bowl. Then she swallowed, the pee dribbling down her chin as she coughed before taking another breath and starting the process again.
She angled her mouth closer, and now I couldn’t hear it, not as her lips touched my pussy, immediately arising in me the lust that had been building for nearly a week. Without thinking, one hand went to her head, holding her against my cunt as I let go the last gushing of urine, keeping her mouth against me as she lapped up my piss.
“Oh god, oh fuck yes, drink my pee, you’re going to make me cum…”
I shook against her, barely able to keep myself upright on the wet floor. But no matter how much I thrashed through this overwhelming orgasm, Rachel kept at it, swallowing until there was nothing left, licking up the last few droplets on my cunt as I grinding out every last dollop of pleasure for my long denied pussy.
And then, once I stopped quaking, Rachel licked clean my thighs.
I pulled back, not sure what to say, thankfully Rachel broke the ice.
“If it’s not too gross, can you take of my dress. Or at least pull down my tits, please…”
I knelt down, taking the time to undo the garment. I found it was much easier to pull down with her smaller breasts, but impossible to get off with her hands roped to the floor.
“How was I?” I asked.
“Almost sweet…” She said, sighing.
I couldn’t help it. I bent over and kissed her. Then I did it again…
“I had to taste it for myself,” I said.
“I’m sure you’ll get your turn,” Rachel teased.
“So… can I help you cum?”
“Maybe later,” Rachel said. “It’s fun thinking about being caught. It’s what made me mastrubate last night. And that… um… you could hear…”
And she giggled a little.
“But I want to let this build, I’m afraid I’ll chicken out if I cum. Besides…”
And the door opened again.
“When will I have the time?”
This time a taller Hispanic girl entered the bathroom, like the other girl, too awkward to make eye contact. My eyes traced up her thigh as she let go in Rachel’s eager mouth, not quite able to make out the beginning of the elaborately done octopus tentacle traveling up her thigh. She shook herself a little before heading towards the sink, rising herself off in a hurry while Rachel beamed, her mouth still sparkling with urine.
Over the next few hours we talked, I told her about my boyfriend Gabe, we gabbed about our fetishes and fantasies, all the while pretending it was normal to be interrupted by the golden flow from another pledge onto her bare breasts or into her open mouth.
I lost track of time, startled when Sandra barged inside, pulling Nicole by her dark hair. She crawled on her hands and knees, her breasts swaying as our mistress led her naked towards Rachel’s stall.
Her hair was half wet, along with parts of her body. She untied Rachel only from the grate. Sopping wet, my roommate stumbled towards me, nearly falling before I caught her, feeling the wet urine of five girls against me.
In no time, Nicole was in Rachel’s position, stammering her apologies, tears in her eyes.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to. I’ll clean it up better. I promise I’ll never do it again. I just couldn’t hold it!
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