Rose (F19) thought she understood our drunken, highly indecent proposal. My girlfriend (Janey, F20) and I (Andy, M19) dared her to star in a wet t-shirt contest at midnight in the secluded backyard at Janey’s parents’ house. The only thing slightly weird was that Janey was going to handcuff Rose. But Rose was cool with that as long as there was no sexual contact between the girls. Rose was *not*attracted to girls, she reminded us several times as the three of us got drunker and drunker, courtesy of Janey’s mom’s liquor cabinet.
This was warm, clear August evening off the Carefree Highway, north of Phoenix. Not only was the backyard secluded, the whole property was—the nearest neighbor was three-tenths of a mile away.
Rose didn’t stop to think about it, but by 10:45 she’d peed three times, while neither Janey nor I had even once. At 11:30, as she hit the head yet again, Janey disappeared and came back with a pillow and a black backpack from which we could hear the clinking and clanking of the handcuffs. At right about 11:45, we went outside. I turned my back as Janey helped Rose remove her top and bra, replacing them with a white t-shirt. The discarded garments went into the backpack. Rose blushed as I saw her outfit, her grapefruit-sized boobs free and loose. It was these nice knockers that gave Janey the t-shirt contest idea in the first place. Janey had her lay down in the grass, the moon directly overhead. She put the pillow under the girl’s head.
Per Janet’s instruction, Rose spread her arms out like Jesus on the cross, and Janey stuck a long candle in the grass just beyond the grasp of each of Rose’s hands. She also produced a small mallet and two tent stakes from the backpack, driving them into the ground, one just above where each of the girl’s wrists had been.
Rose mock-screamed, then laughed, when Janet took out two sets of padded handcuffs and had her put her arms back out. Soon Rose’s wrists were restrained. Her youthful tits looked very enticing in this position—which Janey was quick to point out. Finally, to Rose’s surprise, Janey pulled Rose’s pants and panties off. “You never said—“ Rose started. Janey covered Rose’s mouth. Rose crossed her legs. Janet responded, “Andy is going to be nude from the waist down too, right?”
On cue I pulled my shorts and underwear off, revealing my semi-hard cock, which bobbed a bit. A dollop of precum was visible in the moonlight. Janey lit the candles, saying “oh satan, we summon ye the to this wet t-shir—“ “Janey!!” Rose cried, “stop that! You’re scaring me.” The poor girl was understandably concerned just at being tied down, practically naked, at midnight, never mind the candles, to say nothing of the incantation. Janey knelt behind Rose’s head and briefly massaged her scalp. “I was trying to be silly, but I’ll stop. Any last words, girlie?” Rose, who was back to herself, laughed. Janey concluded, “I declare these wet t-shirt exercises open!”
My cock was almost completely stiff, stiffer than would be necessary if I obeyed my desire to slide it into Rose’s unquestionably wet cunt. It was all in fun, but she and I were both serious, staring at each other. I swallowed hard as her breathing became a little deeper, as evident from the movement of her tits. It was obvious to all that I needed a moment to concentrate on my incredibly full bladder.
During the lull, Janey got up quietly and collected my shorts and underwear, stowing them in her pack. Standing behind Rose, she removed her own shorts and underwear, putting them in the bag, which she hung on a tree branch. She sat back down, even closer to Rose than before, her knees on either side of her head, the slight breeze tickling her pussy.
I got a starter stream going, and then a strong cascade, hitting Rose’s chin by accident. As soon as I got control and began spraying her tits like I was watering a garden, she laughed again, but she was clearly getting increasingly turned on. With probably half of my stream remaining, I began to focus on her nipples, and her tits—now clearly delineated under her shirt—began heaving more noticeably.
I slowly backed up, continuing to focus on her tits. To Rose’s surprise, I got a footing between her legs, and with my own legs, spread them open. At first, the girl’s face betrayed shock, and it appeared that she was going to protest, but she bit her lips and resisted no further.
Her pussy was now on exhibit, and her knees began drawing up toward her body. As embarrassing as this had to be for her, she must’ve had to block out the fact that her uncontrollable sexual desire on display in front of another girl.
I began to focus my stream between her parted legs, imagining that my pee was washing into her open pussy like a tide on a shore. Finally I stepped forward and battered her clit with my stream. She struggled against the restraints but was clearly enjoying the treatment. Janey had stood up and was slowly running her fingers through her own dark, rapidly dampening bush as her eyes moved between my cock and Rose’s beautiful, totally exposed body.
As my stream began to falter I knelt down between Rose’s legs and finished on her clit, my cockhead just inches away. Rose looked at me with a “fuck me now” look, but I stood up, my pee dribbling on the ground between her legs.
As I backed away, Janey appeared in Rose’s field of view. Rose, just now realizing that her friend was naked from the waist down, had her biggest shock when Janey said, in a sing-songy voice, “my turn!”
Rose roared. “What the *fuck*, Janey??” Janey stood astride the girl’s torso and began relieving her bladder pressure on those grapefruits. I was afraid Rose was going to cry, but Janey’s private prediction was correct: Rose didn’t protest again.
Keeping her eyes locked on Rose’s, Janey descended her ass so that she was in something resembling a missionary position with the soaked, vulnerable girl. From behind, I watched Janey’s piss, still sizzling out of her pee hole, soaking Rose’s skin just above her pussy. Rose didn’t flinch as Janey moved closer to her; in fact she parted her lips in anticipation. Janey kissed her lovingly at first, embracing her and continuing to pee freely between Rose’s legs. Soon the kissing became more impassioned, and very quickly, Janey took full control. As her stream wavered she began to drag her clit against Rose’s wet skin. Taking the handcuff key from the backpack, I freed Rose’s arms and helped remove the t-shirt as she tried to retain as much skin-to-skin contact as possible with Janey, embracing her tightly once I was out of the way again. At this point we were way off script and it was fucking intense. I stood back, slowly stroking my cock.
Janey, it was now clear, was the horniest of three very horny people. Continuing to fuck her girl, she quickly got to the point where an intense orgasm was inevitable. She shuddered as she finally slowed down, groaning loudly as she came all over Rose’s abdomen. She rolled off the girl, and I expected them to bask in each other’s bodies, but Rose got up and knelt before me. She didn’t ask my permission—this was for her, not me—she just took my cock in her mouth and began sucking and jacking me off.
I gently pushed her down into a dry section of grass and in one motion, positioned her, and slid all the way into her. I didn’t ask her permission either—I couldn’t. I began to pound her squishy, slippery cunt, my sweat dripping onto her tits. Her eyes were shut tight as I continued to fuck her incredible body. This wasn’t going to last long. Within the next three or four strokes, I ejaculated what had to be the biggest spurt of cum ever. It poured out of me into Rose’s wet cunt. I grabbed her tighter, needing to ensure that she was going to receive every drop of my sperm.
I almost blacked out. Rose was still moving below me, and Janey was pulling me off her, trying to keep my cum inside the girl with her hand. I rolled aside as Janey loudly slurped between Rose’s legs. Having swallowed my sperm, Janey ran her long, wet tongue up to Rose’s clit and began to tease it. I think she wanted to slowly lap at the girl’s pussy, but Rose wanted to cum. Now. For the first time that night, she took control, grabbing Janey’s head and holding it as Janey worked her tongue magic.
For a few minutes all I heard were Janey’s sloppy mouth noises, Rose’s grunts and an occasional “fuck!” Rose tightened her grip on Janey’s hair, and for a few seconds I don’t think she breathed. She exhaled and drew a series of sharp breaths before crying out and wantonly thrashing her body, still holding Janey’s head. Eventually she stilled and Janey got up, Rose’s pussy nectar covering her mouth, chin, the tip of her nose—all over. Rose stood but quickly squatted.
“Now *I* gotta take a piss,” she said unnecessary. I don’t think any of us woke the next day before lunchtime.
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