My hands caressed her lovely lush bum, and I sensed she would not wish this part of our seduction to end before I had reciprocated in tasting her nectar!
I was right, because after her panting had subsided and she had regained her breath, Melissa spoke in a now calm voice: “Time for drinkies, Sam. That OK with you?”
For a reply I traced my tongue along her minge and whispered: “Try and stop me!”
And her response was a strong, thick stream of yellow urine, which I caught dead centre of my mouth as she released the frenzied flood.
Her salty piss flowed for what seemed like ages, but in reality could only have been some 30 seconds. I swallowed it all down, then licked her urethra, tasting more of the tanginess.
“Open up, I’ve got more,” she gasped, and once more I accepted a piss present, only this one was much shorter and less strong than her initial flood.
I stood up and kissed Melissa on her warm mouth, inhaling the aroma of my pussy as I did. “Switch those spotlights off before they explode,” I told her, “then we can go up to the spa pool.”
Naked, we climbed into aunty’s spa with its wonderful panoramic views out over Brighton. We were cuddled together, breasts sliding over each others, smooching when Aunty Caroline and Theresa arrived from upstairs.
As they entered the spa opposite Mel and me, I noticed that both were somewhat flushed and for a moment felt a pang of jealousy that aunty had been unfaithful to me.
It was a thought I instantly dismissed since I had just enjoyed a minor flirtation with the lovely Melissa – if performing cunnilingus and then indulging in urine drinking may be described as “a minor flirtation”!
“Hello young lovers,” smiled Aunty Caroline, as she slipped into the shoulder depth water. Theresa, I noticed as she climbed into the pool, was sporting a rather reddened backside!
“Shoot concluded satisfactorily?” asked Theresa, as she cuddled next to my aunt.
“It went swimmingly,” said Melissa. “In fact, I think I’ve got some very tasty shots,” she said, then she kissed me on the mouth, allowing to taste the mixture of pussy juice and piss on her lips. “Wouldn’t you agree, Sam?” she asked, saucily.
“Very tasty indeed, my dear Mel,” I answered. “I just hope I can look as tasty when the pictures are published.”
Aunty Caroline interrupted our double entendres to announce: “Right, we’ll have a nice lunch and some excellent Chablis, then I suggest a session in the torture chamber this afternoon. All in favour?”
“Who’s going to be the slave, aunty?” I queried.
“Well,” smiled Caroline, “it can’t be me because I’m a dominatrix.”
“And it can’t be me,” I added, quickly. “After all, I’m a Trainee Tormentor!”
“And you can count me out,” said Melissa. “It sounds as if we’re going to need some pictorial memento of this punishment session and I’m the official photographer!”
“I guess that leaves me,” said Theresa, in mock disappointment. “Three against one – that’s so fucking unfair!”
“Yes, agreed my aunt, “but so fucking sexy!”
To be continued.
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