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“Eventually it’s going to happen,” Sandra said. “I can see some of you squeezing your legs together, trying to hold it back. You might as well let go.”
My hands were over my bare vagina, trying to keep myself from going.
But I knew she was right.
I just couldn’t make myself go in front of a throng of hooting and whistling men. At least not until I was a little more desperate…
But how much more waiting could any of us take?
Twelve of us stood naked in a kiddie pool in front of the crowd. We were crammed in like penguins, intimately bumping into each other as breasts and asses pushed out against each other, bursting with the desire to pee.
I just wasn’t truly desperate enough.
Sandra’s voice boomed through a microphone. She was dressed in our usual latex outfit, striding around the room like a sexual DJ, encouraging the raucous crowd, policed by several members of the football and basketball team. Large linebackers smiling politely, scanning for phones or other violations.
But because we were already being recorded.
Live Streamed actually, a condition of sorority and our tuition. Twelve beautiful pledges picked for their willingness to do anything to demean themselves.
“Let me tell ya boys, I have been making these bitches chug water and beer all day,” Sandra said. “They are going to fill up this pool with piss, and then we will have a real show on our hands!”
They were cheering.
“Who wants to see these bitches drenched?”
Every one of them did. The lust lay into our flesh from the eager eyes of each person, waiting for the first of us to break.
My roommate Rachel bounced on the balls of her feet, her light blonde hair bouncing on her bare shoulders, her tiny frame squeezed between me and Nicole. She had her arms across her diminutive breasts, her hands covered her sex, her face flush with excitement and a playful kind of embarrassment more encouraging then the mortified stares I saw in some of the other women.
“Oh god, Dannielle, I’m going to be first,” Rachel pleaded. “Why do I have to be first?”
“You want it,” I said, having seen her enjoy these games.
And truthfully, so did I.
I needed to be made to do despicable sex acts. The more I didn’t like something, the more it hurt, the more I was made to enjoy the worst impulses of my sluttiness, the harder I could cum.
Yes, I needed the scholarship.
But I craved the submission, serving Sandra like the African goddess she was, slender and tall, perfectly proportioned with a thick, toned ass and small, delicate tits.
My boobs were big, attention-getting, and I knew that’s probably all these eyes saw amongst the sea of flesh. Other girls were bigger, Nicole stood over six feet tall with a proportional rack that made mine look only averagely large.
Actually, I didn’t really even stand out. The tits I thought were so special, suddenly nothing next to eleven other beauties.
“You’re the only one who knows that,” Rachel said through gritted teeth.
“I am not the only one who knows that,” I rolled my eyes.
Rachel was just as slutty as me, even if she always felt a little shy before these performances. She was really shaking, one foot tiptoeing, dancing as she tried to hold back.
“Looks like we have a winner…” Sandra called. “Maria! You thought we wouldn’t notice if it was just a trickle, but you did it huh? You peed all over yourself…”
I could see just a little, a few droplets down the tattooed thigh of the sexy Hispanic girl. She shied away, another spurt escaping as she really started to lose control.
The dripping tinkled nearer to me. I looked back and saw Rachel’s urine pouring out and through her hands, spreading and flowing down her legs. It gathered into a thick puddle below her, spreading until its warmth touched my toes.
I didn’t shrink away.
There was no point. But I did flinch a little, finding it hard to stand still as the puddle grew to become a pool. The girls did not all go at once, but we had been holding it in for hours, each of us certain of the severe consequences if we did not wait.
We were always watched, treated as absolute sluts anytime our mistress chose, our libidos and clits controlled so that we would do whatever she asked. And while many groaned, even whined about the scene, no one dared disobey.
One by one, pee trickled down each leg, adding to a growing river around our feet. Each movement splashed up more piss towards our ankles, the droplets touching our calves as we stepped on unknown feet. The petite Asian girl lost her footing, falling ass first onto my feet, looking as though she might pout before putting her hands into the used water and rising up.
By the time it was my turn, the stigma had almost completely been shed. And still I struggled, rubbing my thighs together like a cricket trying to delay the inevitable.
Until the warmth started against my upper thighs…
Covering my face, I peed, spreading my legs like Rachel, not bothering to hide what was happening once I reached the point of no return. I could barely hear the pitter-patter of my urine striking the growing pool over the hooting crowd, wanting in that moment to melt down into the growing concoction now bubbling up to our ankles.
I hadn’t really even been listening to Sandra, consumed with my own depraved self.
“Look like it’s still not quite full,” Sandra called. “Do we have any volunteers?”
The first few men were known, our protectors, the basketball team from Maryland. Each of them were lanky, tall black men with impossibly large cocks who had already taken most of us during one game or another.
Now these uncoiled anacondas took turns unleashing sprays of urine, picking one of us as a target to hose down. Usually the girl danced a little, trying to avoid the stream as it struck their tits or maybe their belly button, but the size difference was apparent with some of the girls, threatening to land the spray a little higher.
Especially when it was Rachel’s turn.
With the towering player pulling out his monstrous dick, Rachel barely reacted when the steady stream first landed on her head. She shrugged, and then to the delight of the crowd, tilted her head back, opening her mouth to let the urine collect. The steady stream was now flowing and creating adorable chipmunk cheeks filled with his fluids.
She gargled it, waiting…
“What a good girl!” Sandra boomed. “What do you think? Boys, should she spit or swallow?”
“SWALLOW!”
Applause vibrated the walls as she obeyed, leaning forward to lick the last beads of urine from the dangling cock. He didn’t stop, not caring about the smeared pee dripping down her cheeks. The man grabbed Rachel around her neck, pulling her towards him to fuck her face.
She swallowed him whole, then pulled back, his dick half-hard from her efforts. He teased her with it, slapping it across her face, making her beg to put it back inside.
“Looks like someone can’t wait!” Sandra said. “Go ahead, cover that slut in cum.”
Rachel’s head bobbed, my eyes traveling from one end of the dick to the other as she sputtered, struggling to take every inch right next to me.
And I heard the crowd, individual voices climbing above the clamor.
“Look at her gag!”
“It barely fits!”
“What a bunch of sluts…”
He pulled out for the last bit, the first spurt striking her above the eyebrow. He ejaculated wildly, not really aiming so much as controlling a hydrant that dosed the diminutive blonde. And then, with his cum in her eyes, Rachel submerged her hands to cup the urine, using it to rinse herself clean.
“What does Kappa Delta stand for?”
“Kneel down!”
Everyone answered.
And we obeyed, kneeling in the growing collection of urine and cum as others followed. Five or six big, black ball players picked which girl they wanted, knowing that each of us would sink to our knees and obey. On my other side, Nicole sucked another cock, not quite as large as the other, but curved and pink at the head. I dove down, next to her, sucking at his balls, helping as he finished all over her face and tits.
Then Rachel and I helped clean her, licking the cum and catching a few more sprays as the man tried to rinse Nicole’s tits clean of cum with his urine.
And all the while, more urine spilled down from our desperate cunts. With the seal and that first shame broken, the urine climbed until it was past our knees.
“Okay, okay there will be time for more later,” Sandra said. “Trust me, my pledges aim to please. But it’s time for the real show, what you came here to see…”
And she adopted the demeanor of a wrestling announcer.
“Ladies and gentlemen, okay mostly gentlemen, what you’ve all been waiting for, the big event, the MELEE in the PEE-PEE, LET’S GET READY TO RUMBLE!”
The upperclassmen directed us, handing towels to the other girls. It had never been said, but Rachel and I knew we would have to go first.
We were the most pliant, our pussies already conditioned to submit.
As they stepped out, the deluge of urine and cum splashed up with each step, spilling up and onto the yard. Rachel and I were given harnesses, sliding them on awkwardly, naively trying to keep them dry as we tightened them around our waist.
“In this corner, wearing only a smile, the Blonde Short Rack! In the other, her slutty challenger, Tits and Not Much of an Ass…”
I winced, ashamed at getting aroused from being mocked so publically.
“First one to fuck the other wins…” Sandra said, the oversized strap-on flopping in her hand.
Then she tossed the dildo in the middle of the kiddie pool, the splash of urine hitting me in the face. I shut my eyes, shying away, letting Rachel take the advantage. She crouched down, a little more willing than me to embrace the disgusting aroma. Her hands were in the mixture of cum and urine, wading through it while I scanned the surface, not ready to hunch down and search.
Groping blindly, she grabbed it, the dildo in her hand before I could react. My competitiveness flared out into a flailing arm, striking the toy from her hand as again the splash temporarily blinded me. I was stomping through the waves, trying to touch the dildo with my feet, too tall and not nearly as nimble as Rachel.
And still trying in vain to keep my dark hair from being soaked by urine.
I could feel her squirming around my ankles as my heel touched the hidden cock, causing me to lose a little balance. Rachel grabbed at it, her tiny hands connecting more with my foot that the dildo.
For a second, I stayed suspended, knowing that I was about to fall with only the ability to lean into it. I couldn’t…. it was too much, too gross, too fucked up…
So I fell carelessly, hitting my ass hard, the disrupted pee spraying over my shoulders and hair as Rachel landed on top of me, her head in between my breasts.
We were really wrestling now, tugging at the dildo clutched in her hand. My tits pressed against her as we rolled around in the vile pool, clumps of cum clinging to our skin and face as we completely submerged for a second.
My eyes were closed, grasping and feeling the cock in her hand, tearing at her blindly with everything I could muster. We rolled again, and I was on top of her, the dildo clutched to her taut stomach. Again I tried to pry the piece free, and despite her statute, the tiny blonde was a spitfire, determined to fight tooth and nail.
Neither of us wanted to lose…
We rolled again, splashing piss all over the yard as I pressed her against the side. There, I managed to unwrap one finger, then the other, until I had the dildo.
“No! No! NO!”
Her screams came up from the wide, flailing and kicking against me, sending waves of pee against my body as I forced the suction cup base of the strap-on into the ring of the harness.
Rachel was sprawled out, trying to make it onto her feet, but it was too late. With one arm, I forced her down again. Her hand grappled with me, taking me down with her, both of us coming up gasping for air through a mouthful of pee and god knows what else.
But I still had the dick.
Our bodies mashed together until I managed to flip her, now completely careless about every disgusting motion.
So much of the concoction had sloshed out and over, onto the lawn threatening the audience as I held her against the rim of the pool, her tiny tits hanging over the edge.
“No! No! Stop Danni, stop!”
Her protest weren't all pretend, but Rachel and I had played with each other in so many ways that consent came as implied. This wasn’t a violation of anything but her pride and dignity, things I found myself thirsting to take. The head of the cock pressed first against her ass, struggling to align as she kicked up water, thrashing as I entered inside of her.
Then she gave up.
But I wasn’t done.
She had aroused something in me, not quite anger but a sort of sexual dominance that rarely so appeared, if only a reflection of Sandra. I fucked her, pulling on that sopping mop of blonde hair, forcing her head and neck back as I drove into her.
I pounded in her pussy, sending her flailing, then I pulled her sprite-like body back into me. I could hear frantic breaths, her desperate moans ringing out just barely against the hollering crowd as I smacked my hips against her ass.
“Oh god yes, Danni, fuck your pee slut!
Sore and tender, even without the ability to derive immediate pleasure from the act, I fucked her as though I had semen surging inside of me. I needed to take her, to show her that I had won, to claim her as mine in front of everyone.
And while part of it was raw, raucous, and ravaging, even in front of this crowd, there was an intimacy beyond roommates. We were always the ones who went first, the most eager of the pledges, the most transparently slutty.
The closest...
“Don’t stop fucking me!”
Each word came out as its own individual shout, sex long overcoming any sense of shame as she ground back against me with that beautiful bubble butt. And as her ass bounced against me, I understood why every man wanted to take his girl in doggy style.
“Oh God please, oh god please can I cum?”
She asked me, but I couldn’t answer, out of breath. I didn’t understand how men managed. After only a minute or two, my pussy throbbed, desperate for more attention. My waist was already tired, and yet more pressing was the need to take her.
I wanted to fuck her in front of everyone, to make her mine for one solitary second.
“Should we let her cum?”
The crowd cheered as Sandra leaned closer to Rachel, the difference between their status profound. The blonde was a mess, smeared and sputtering, barely recognizable, while Sandra stood over us like an African goddess, immaculate in her form-fitting latex outfit.
And I realized I must look the same way. Even if I tried to forget, I had also rolled around in the collection of cum and piss, competing for the crowd.
Winning...
“It’s lucky they are in such a good mood,” Sandra said. “Go ahead and cum you little pee slut.”
A few more thrusts, keeping the constant rhythm all I could manage as the thudding started to ache against my midsection. But she was easy, so keyed up and turned on that soon the screams and shakes began, her slender frame writhing against me.
“I’m cumm-”
Inspired, I grabbed a tangle of hair and pushed her head underneath the current, her announcement escaping noiselessly into tiny bubbles of urine. I let her up, her mouth gasping for air as the stream fell down from her soaking face…
Then I shoved her down again as she was drawing breath, knowing the pee would enter her mouth and nostrils, knowing that she would swallow it.
And that she loved it.
I gave a few final thrusts before pulling out, feeling completely spent even though I hadn’t climaxed. Embarrassed, pangs of pity rushed towards me, and I reached down an arm, trying to help a post-coital Rachel to her feet.
She smiled up at me, content despite looking near drowned. Her hand grasped mine, firm, both of our feet struggling for balance in the slippery urine. I pulled…
And so did she, dragging me down to splash with her one more time.
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