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Author Notes: This story is ShareErotica, if you like
it, please donate to a woman's cause -> NOW, NARAL, a
woman's shelter, etc. (Yes, I'm really a feminist - I
might be a deviated pervert, but I'm still a humanist).
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Betty and I both work for the same firm. She works in
another building, so we never really met until the
company picnic. The heat was almost unbearable, the sun
was bearing down and the humidity was high. The
volleyball teams were chosen and Betty ended up next to
me. After losing the first game, our team went straight
to the beer cooler, everyone was dripping sweat.
I grabbed two brews, handed one to Betty, and asked her
to join me under a tree. We started talking and
immediately hit if off. It was so hot that it took
three more beers each to cool us down. Pretty soon it
was time for another game. Most of the team was halfcrocked, and we played even worse then before. A good
volley was going on; everyone was scampering around the
court. The ball came directly towards me; I raised my
arms and prepared to set it up. As the ball touched my
hands, Betty ran full force into me, knocking me over.
Unfortunately, my glasses fell off and she landed on
them, bending the frames and popping the lenses out.
Betty was unscathed, and she apologized profusely. We
left the game, sat down with a couple of beers, and I
tried to fix my glasses to no avail. Since I couldn't
drive my car home, Betty offered to drive me home in my
car. I accepted.
We left immediately. On the way home, Betty apologized
again. She said that when she was growing up, this kind
of misbehaving earned her a lot of spanking. Then she
told me how she received a bare-bottom spanking the
first time she came home after drinking. I told her she
deserved one for drinking today. She agreed. Maybe it
was the beer and the heat, but my normal shyness
disappeared and I said I would be glad to administer
it.
To my surprise she answered, "OK, I really deserve it."
When we enter my home, I grabbed Betty's arm and
escorted her to the edge of the bed. I told her to sit
there while I looked for my glasses. She got up and
asked where the bathroom was, saying that the five
beers were exploding her bladder. I said her lack of
self control had gotten her into enough trouble for one
day; she would have to learn obedience. I pushed her
back on the bed, found my glasses, and returned to the
bed. I sat on the edge of the bed and told Betty to
alright.
She whispered for me to talk normally, and then took
off the gag. I pretended to be awakened. Betsy started
turning the Q-tips, there was enough odor left that I
was instantly hard. After a few minutes, Betsy left the
room. When she returned, she was holding a pair of
panties. But Betsy was fully dressed. She came over,
removed the Q-tips, and placed the panties over my
face, with the crotch under my nose. The panties were
too big for Betsy and I didn't recognize the aroma.
These were Dottie's! The first recognizable odor was a
musky fishy odor, stronger after a full night in a hot
airplane seat. Betsy rubbed the panties under my nose
and I also detected Dottie's urine and anal odors.
Betsy gagged me again, leaving the panties on my face,
and then left the room. This was true torture - after
two hours of smelling Betsy's odors I was left sniffing
Dottie's soiled panties, desperate to relieve the
aching blueness in my balls. I stayed this way for
another two hours.
I then heard Betsy go into Dottie's room and awaken
her. As they came into the hall, Betsy told Dotty she
had a surprised for her. Our bedroom door popped open
and they entered. I stared right at Dotty, who was
wearing my bathrobe.
She was a large, athletic woman, over 6 feet tall.
Dottie's jaw dropped and she exclaimed, "My panties!"
Then she noticed my erection.
Betsy then said, "He's all yours." Dotty stared at her
and Betsy added, in a demure voice, "and so am I." The
two women knowingly stared at each other. I wish I knew
what was behind that look. Dotty told Betsy to strip
and squat on all fours on the bed. Dotty removed my gag
and the panties from my face. Dotty bent down and
spread Betsy's ass cheeks. She stared into the crack
and told Betsy how she had always loved her anus.
She knelt down and started sniffing Betsy's ass odor,
her tongue came out and she started licking Betsy's
anus. Dotty said it had acquired a nice scent. It was
then I remembered that none of us had showered since
the day before - it had been really hot, I knew the
women would smell even stronger than their
undergarments on my face. Dotty then asked if I had
eaten that day.
My stomach answered by growling. Dotty said I sweating
too much and losing potassium. She told Betsy to get
the bananas from the kitchen. Oh, and bring the mop,
she added. Betsy returned with the items. Dotty
squatted down on her legs, her ass over my face. She
reached back with her hands and pulled her ass cheeks
few feet away from all these people walking by! Not to
be outdone, I bent down as if tying my shoes, unzipped
my pants, and pulled out my penis. I leaned up against
the wall like Dotty and Betsy and started pissing
against the wall. The three of exchanged that look you
have when you know a secret nobody else does. Dotty put
her arm around me and then whispered in my ear, asking
me to slightly pull back the rear of her skirt.
I didn't know what she was up to, so I pretended to put
my arm around her and lifted the skirt away from her
ass. I could feel her body strain a little, and heard
the piss hit the ground a little harder. Then I heard a
dull plopping sound. Dotty sighed with relief. I heard
more plopping. Betsy looked back behind & under Dotty
and her face was full of surprise. She came around to
my other side and whispered in my ear.
She said that Dotty was shitting on the floor! I
couldn't believe this woman, she'd do anything. We
heard a little bit more piss sounds, and then Dotty
stood up straight again. Betsy and I stared at the pile
of shit awe-struck. I finished quickly, noticed that
the streams of piss were getting too close to the
bottom of the ramp, hurriedly zipped up, and then
grabbed Dotty and Betsy. We left the mall in a hurry.
Dotty and Betsy could hardly contain their laughter. I
was a little uptight about it, this was weird behavior
even for me! But I did regret that I couldn't see the
action going on under Dottie's skirt.
Betsy volunteers at a local woman's shelter. They were
having their annual bake sale in two days, so we
stopped at the grocery and bought enough supplies to
make a dozen pies. After selecting the supplies, Dotty
steered us to the canned goods aisle and picked up a
few quarts of cranberry juice. We were all so tired
that night that we just ate dinner and went to bed. The
next morning dawned hot and humid again.
After showering and eating, we all chipped in and got
the pies made. After we finished, we ate lunch. The
conversation got around to the mall scene again, and
Dotty was bragging about how big her bladder was. Betsy
said hers was bigger. I said I didn't know whose was
biggest, but that I could piss the longest. This
started quite the debate. We decided to have a contest.
We would all hold it up to our limit and then use a
stopwatch to time the piss.
Dotty brought out the cranberry juice, the look on her
face hinted that this was her plan all along. We all
drank at least two large glasses. The rest of the
afternoon was spent cleaning up the kitchen, doing
wash, and drinking more cranberry juice. When evening
came, I couldn't think about food because of the
pressure of my bladder.
fingers
sucking
over my
knowing
next...
***
Dotty, Betsy and I woke up late in the day, finally
refreshed from the pie activities the previous day. We
decided to go out to dinner, so we showered and
dressed. Dotty looked stunning in her loose fitting
short pleated skirt and low-cut blouse. Betsy wore a
tight mini-skirt that showed off her perfectly shaped
ass.
We walked to a nice restaurant nearby, the type with
semi-private booths and long tablecloths. Betsy ordered
a carafe of white wine, and we drank it by time we
ordered. We had a second carafe with dinner. By the
time we were ready for dessert, we were all crocked.
Dotty was her usual self, teasing me and playing
footsie under the table. Suddenly she grabbed my halfempty wine glass and it disappeared under the table.
Dotty leaned forward on the edge of her seat.
She gave me this wicked smile. I looked at Betsy and
then we both heard some dripping noises. A few seconds
later, Dotty leaned back and the glass reappeared full this time! She placed it in front of me. She
leaned back in her seat and I felt pressure in my
crotch. It was her foot, firmly poised with her heel
right on my balls. She told me to empty the glass or
else. I was full, drinking her piss didn't sound like a
great idea.
As I hesitated, her foot slowly massaged my crotch and
I started getting aroused. Dotty turned so she was
mostly facing the wall, and then she popped one of her
breasts out of her blouse. I couldn't believe it! The
other patrons couldn't see, but I wondered what would
happen if the waitress returned. Now I was getting
turned on, so I picked up the glass and drank it.
Dottie's piss didn't really ruin the wine taste, much
to my relief. After I emptied my glass, Dottie's foot
went back to the floor.
It was time for dessert. I ordered cheesecake, Betsy
ordered sorbet, and Dotty ordered a sundae with whipped
cream. And we got another carafe of wine. After the
waitress left, Betsy grabbed the carafe and it
disappeared below the table. You guessed it, she leaned
forward and I heard her tinkle into the wine. She
brought the carafe to the table and gently swirled it
around to make sure it was well mixed. She then poured
us each a glass. Then she called over the waitress and
said the wine tasted funny.
We each took a sip and agreed. The waitress took a sip
and cringed. She took the carafe and the glasses and
went for replacements. When she was out of sight, we
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