Chapter 9: Future Plans

Possible Living Arrangements

August 19, 1976

I was woken up by Jillian sucking my cock; when she had me fully erect she sat up. Lori must have got up already; I could hear her in the kitchen preparing breakfast. I checked the clock; somehow I had slept through the alarm, not by all that long. I suspected the two girls had woken up; Lori had got out of bed, leaving Jillian to suck me as I woke.

“Good morning, how are you? Did my sister wear you out with too much fucking?”

“I don’t think there can ever be such a thing as too much fucking; what do you think?”

“Right now, I want you to finger me and lick me,” she said. “Then I’m going to suck your cock until you come in my mouth. Come on, I don’t want you to be late for your classes again.”

She lay on her back, with her legs spread, and a thick towel underneath her. Her pussy was already wet; I could see her lips glistening, her cunt looking inviting between the spread lips, and her clit was already poking through her hood. I knelt between her legs, and lay down so I could finger her cunt and lick and suck her pussy. I looked closely as I slid two fingers inside her, watching as her cunt opened around my fingers, seeing her tight opening spread wider. I moved my head closer, placing my lips around her clit, sucking on that hard bud. Jillian moaned louder, telling me to finger her harder as I sucked on her clit.

I pushed another finger inside her; I was surprised she could take them without discomfort. On the occasions when Jillian and I had sex, she felt tight around my cock; tighter than any other woman that I had fucked. I guess because she got so wet, her vagina stretched easily to take my fingers inside. And she certainly got wet as I licked and fingered her; already I could see the flow of her juices running down over her arse to the towel.

As I licked I tried to swallow as much of her juices as I could; I stopped sucking on her clit, and let my tongue lap up and down. The tip of my tongue circled around her clit, then down over her pee hole to the top of her cunt, where my fingers were pumping in and out. I moved the tip back up, over her pee hole, feeling how hot she felt there.

“Oh, careful licking me there, I haven’t had my morning pee yet,” she said. “My bladder’s full ... if you keep licking there, I’ll end up... OH SHIT...”

I felt a hot spurt of her pee hit my tongue.

“At least the towel’s down ... Careful, if I start, I won’t be able to stop.”

A wicked thought crossed my mind; I should keep licking her pee hole; not constantly, but let my tongue drift down there every so often. Given the amount of juices that she normally produced, a bit of pee wouldn’t make much difference, besides, there were the towels down protecting the mattress.

I moved my tongue back up to her clit, licking there. She started moaning, and I curved my fingers up to rub the inside of her cunt. I could hear her moans getting louder, so I sucked on her swollen clit harder, and bit down gently. She groaned, her body shook, and more fluids flowed from her. Judging from the taste, there was a mix of pee and other juices.

“Oh GOD, that’s so good,” she cried out. “Keep going, make me come more.”

I kept licking and sucking on her clit; and moving my fingers inside her. I added my little finger to the others inside her; I now had four fingers inside her. She was so tight; I could barely move them back and forward. She was very wet there giving plenty of slipperiness to overcome the tightness; I concentrated on flexing my fingers so I was rubbing the inside of her vagina. Jillian was now moaning almost constantly; her body was moving up and down in synchronicity with the rhythm of my rubbing. Her movements made it difficult to keep my tongue concentrated on her clit, so I let my tongue lap up and down her wet slit. As I pushed the tip of my tongue onto her pee hole, I felt another hot spurt of pee shoot out from her.

“Oh, damn, I just pissed some more,” she cried out. “I can’t stop, I’m about to lose control.”

I moved my tongue away from her pee hole; her pleasure might be more intense if she wasn’t worried about pissing all over me. Some more rubbing and licking around her clit soon had her coming again; this time with more gushing of her juices, mixed with some pee. I still wasn’t finished with her; I kept sucking right on her clit. It was big and swollen; as I sucked I nibbled gently, pressing my teeth around her bud.

Soon, she was close to coming again; I decided to really tease her this time and pushed my tongue right onto her pee hole. I rubbed the tip of my tongue up and down, moving around the indentation of her pee hole.

“Oh, I can’t hold it...” she cried out.

I felt several hot little spurts of pee against my tongue; a quick diversion up to her clit caused her to groan loudly, and her body shook violently as she started coming. I moved my tongue back to her pee hole; licking and pressing hard against her there. This time, she REALLY gushed; both pee and her other juices. I could hear Jillian groan, crying out how she was coming, and peeing, and not able to stop. When she had finished, I sat up, and looked at her. She was soaked between her legs; not just around her pussy, but the inside of her thighs, and all the way down to her backside. The towels underneath her were very wet, too.

“Oh my God, that was fantastic, I don’t think I’ve ever come that powerfully before,” she said.

She sat up, and looked down between her legs.

“Oh shit, I’ve really pissed the bed, too! I was worried that might happen, but once you got me coming the first time, I really didn’t care if I peed or not; it felt so fucking good what you were doing to me. How many fingers did you have inside me?”

“Four,” I said, holding up my soaking fingers.

“Four? Really? Damn, I must have been really wet and open. But it felt really good, all the pressure opening me up, and you were rubbing right on the magic spot. I loved when you nibbled on my clit; that really sent shivers up my spine. Now we had better clean up, and get these wet towels off the bed. I’ll wash them out a bit later, and hang them out to dry. You didn’t mind me peeing over you, did you? At first, I tried not to, but once I got close to coming, and with your tongue licking around there, it just started coming out of me. I couldn’t help myself, sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it; I didn’t mind you peeing then; I thought it was really sexy just how turned on you were. You’re not the first girl who has peed as she came; that happens with Lori sometimes and your sister does the same. Putting the four fingers inside you didn’t hurt? You seemed to like it with two at first, then the third, and I felt that you wanted more inside you.”

“I loved it; it made the sensations so much more intense.”

We picked up the towels; they had stopped the bulk of her juices from getting through to the sheets and mattress. It was then off to the bathroom; I put the towels on the floor next to the hand basin. Jillian told me to sit on the edge of the bathtub; she knelt down in front of me, and took my erect cock in her mouth.

“With everything you did to me, I almost forgot to do something to you,” she said, as she started sucking my cock.

I was already very aroused, and it didn’t take long before I was spurting into her mouth. She swallowed every last drop, then licked all around my knob, cleaning me up.

“Damn, you taste good,” she said. “I should do that every morning.”

I got the hot water heater alight, and once the water was hot enough, we showered together, making sure we were completely clean. We then dried each other, and went to the kitchen, where Lori had breakfast prepared for all three of us.

“What plans do you have for today, Jillian?” Lori asked.

Jillian planned to have another look around Sydney Uni; yesterday she had spoken with the Pharmacy course advisor there, and planned to look at some of the facilities today. She was in half a mind to have a second look around UNSW; and asked if I could take her over there tomorrow.

“I still haven’t completely ruled the Medical Chemistry course out,” she said. “It was just that the people there, at UNSW, seemed far more interested in telling me about the course and facilities there than the Pharmacy people at Sydney. I got the feeling that the people at Sydney Uni felt that somehow the reputation of the University was sufficient to convince me; it all seemed a bit snobbish.”

“I can take you across tomorrow,” I said. “Provided you don’t mind hanging around until I finish classes; we could have lunch together again, too.”

With the arrangements settled; I got dressed, packed my bag, and rode across to the University. Since I would be having lunch with Jillian tomorrow instead of working out in the gym; I spent thirty minutes in the gym, going through my usual routine. I arrived home not all that long after Lori had got home; she was just getting undressed as I entered our bedroom. We hugged and kissed, and I reached behind her to caress and squeeze her buttocks.

“That’s a nice welcome,” she said. “I don’t know how long it will be before Jillian is back, but I need to show you something, and tell you about it.”

She opened the bottom draw to the side table on her side of the bed, and pulled out a strange contraption. It looked like a big dildo, connected to some straps and loops.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“It’s a strap on; I borrowed it from Ros and Wendy. Here, feel the dildo; it’s not hard, but seems to be made from some bendable gel material. These straps go around the legs and waist; they’re adjustable with the Velcro tabs. I got it for Jillian to use on me; she fucked me with it several times yesterday, when you were at the studio, and when you took Megan home.”

I had heard about such things; I guess they were used by two women, if one wanted to simulate actual penetration on the other.

“How did it feel?” I asked.

“It was really good; Jillian really got into it; I think she liked the idea of having a prick; even if it was a fake prick, to fuck me with. See here, there’s a little stub on the inside; the woman wearing it pushes that just inside her, so as she fucks the other person with the dildo, the movements are transferred to her cunt as well. We both came lots of times; although it doesn’t have the nice hot spurting of a real cock though.”

“You know that Jillian peed as I made her come this morning?” I said to her.

“Yes, she apologised to me after you had gone, and said she would wash the towels; I brought them in when I got home. I told her not to let it bother her; it happens to all of us sooner or later. She cheered up when I told her that when that happened this morning it would have turned you on even more. I told her how I sometimes try to hold my pee in, before sex, because that makes the orgasms more intense; and if some leaks or spurts out as I come, it is even more pleasurable. She said that she would have to try that again.”

“Just as well those towels dried today,” I said. “I think they might be needed again soon.”

“You know we are meeting the others at the pub at six for drinks, don’t you?” she reminded me.

“Yeah, I’ll just get in and do some study now, since I won’t have a chance later tonight. We got a new assignment in physics today, not due for two weeks, but the sooner I get it done the better.”

I went into the study, and started work on the assignment. It made me wish I had the old programmable computer that I had used at high school; the assignment involved lots of calculations of distances to stars, based on various measurements. While none of it was particularly difficult; the equations were complex, and I checked each one three times to make sure I hadn’t made any calculation errors.

I was halfway through all the exercises when Jillian arrived home; as soon as she had undressed she came into the study where Lori and I were working.

“Do we have time to play before we go out?” she asked. “I’ve been feeling horny all afternoon, and if I don’t get some hot sex, I’ll go crazy!”

“You take care of her, Will, I want to get this finished before we go out. I’ve got another few pages to write, I want to get it done before the ideas leave my mind.”

I led Jillian to the bedroom, and we spread the towels out on the bed.

“I see they dried today; all ready for me to soak them again,” she said, laughing. “I did some reading in the library today, I’ll tell you what I discovered when we are in bed.”

We got into bed, and I lay on my side, next to her, and started caressing her breasts.

“I told Lori how I pissed myself when you made me come this morning, and how it made my orgasms even more intense. She said she’s had the same experience, and it got me thinking about it, so this afternoon when I was at the main library at the university and I did some research. Apparently there’s a whole subculture, mainly in Japan, where people get turned on by holding it or watching someone else who is desperate and watching as they wet themselves. ‘Omorashi’ is the Japanese word, which means ‘leaking’, or something like that.

“There’s even a group who are into public peeing; you know, pissing oneself in public with the aim to ‘mark’ various public locations without getting caught. The more I read about it, the more turned on I got. What made it worse was I had two huge drinks at lunchtime, and the more I read about desperation, soaking one’s clothes in public, or watching someone else try to hold it unsuccessfully, the more I realized I desperately needed to pee.

“So I tried to hold it; I was sitting near one of the women’s toilets, so I felt pretty safe. I got to the point where I knew I had to go, and when I stood up from my seat, I felt a little spurt leak out. Well, that got me even hornier; I quickly rushed into the toilet, found a cubicle, and barely had time to get my jeans and panties down before I burst. I rubbed my pussy as I was pissing, and I came twice before I had finished. I noticed the crotch of my panties was really wet; mostly from my juices, but also from the pee that had leaked out while I was trying to hold it.”

“Had I been there watching, I would have got turned on,” I said to her. “What was it called? Omowashing? That sounds like a laundry detergent.”

“Omorashi,” she replied. “Would you really have got turned on seeing me getting desperate? What if when I stood up, I pushed my hands into my crotch, and bent over, struggling to keep it in? Maybe if I knew you were there watching me, I might have been bold enough to actually piss my jeans, out in the public area, so you could watch me.”

“Then we would have had to find some place private, because I would have pulled your wet jeans and panties down, and fucked you like a wild animal,” I said.

“I was hoping you might react that way,” she said. “Maybe we could try to arrange doing that sometime in the future, when it wouldn’t matter if my clothes got soaked, and there would be a place we could use to fuck once I had soaked myself.”

I had moved my hand lower down, rubbing over her stomach, and she had spread her legs open as a not-too-subtle hint for me to start rubbing her pussy. I pushed a finger between her lips; they were already wet and plumped up. She drew her breath in sharply as I rubbed around her clit, and then when I rubbed a finger over her pee hole, she sighed softly.

“You know I’m sure there’s still a lot left inside me from the drinks I had at lunchtime, and I did top things up after that big, long pee,” she said. “When you touch, right on my pee hole, it tingles, and it’s almost as nice as when you rub my clit. There’s something else about all this I’ll tell you too, but right now I want you to finger me and lick me, like you did this morning. Can you try the four fingers again, building up to that?”

I moved between her legs, spreading them wider apart and moving close to her pussy so I could get a good, close look at her pussy. I could see the lips, puffed up and engorged, spread open to expose her lovely cunt. Her juices were already flowing, trickling down to her crack. Just above the darker skin around her opening I could see the indentation of her pee hole and her large clit pushing her hood apart. I slid two fingers inside her, looking closely as my fingers filled her hole, pushing the walls further open.

I moved closer in so I could lick and suck; I ran the tip of my tongue up along her slit, across her pee hole, and around her clit. As I licked, I slid a third finger inside her, curving them up to rub inside her. I could see her juices coating my fingers; the more I licked and fingered, the more seemed to flow from her. I could feel the bump of her clit under my lips; I opened my mouth slightly, and pushed closer to her. I closed my mouth around her; taking her clit between my teeth. I moved my lower jaw from side to side, letting my teeth rub gently along the sides of her clit.

Jillian moaned with pleasure; I concentrated on nibbling and sucking around her clit, while my fingers worked away inside her. She came quickly, crying out, her body shaking. I didn’t stop; the extra wetness and slipperiness allowed me to slide a fourth finger inside her. My hand was scrunched up to push the fingers as close together as I could get them; I had my thumb folded up underneath.

I released her clit from my teeth, and resumed licking, lapping up and down along her slit. As my tongue flicked over her pee hole, I let it linger there briefly, and pressed the tip firmly to her as I lapped around that hot spot. She moaned, and I felt another hot trickle escape from her. I moved my tongue back up to her clit and repeated that process; some clit attention, then pee hole teasing; repeat. After several repetitions she would now start to leak as soon as my tongue touched her pee hole. This time, as soon as she started leaking, she cried out loudly, groaning and shaking. Her pee shot out in several hard spurts.

“Oh GOD!” she cried out. “Keep licking, keep fingering, YES!”

When she had finished, I pulled my fingers slowly from her, and knelt up between her legs. I slowly sucked her juices from each finger, letting her watch as I did. I could feel her wetness all over my face; it was starting to trickle down my chin to my neck.

“Oh, that was so incredible,” she said. “At least I didn’t pee as much as I did this morning, but as I came, I could feel it spurting out. Would you like to have a shower with me, so we can clean up before we go out?”

We headed up to the bathroom, when we got there; Jillian had me sit on the edge of the bath.

“Can I suck you off again?” she asked. “I want you to come in my mouth, like you did this morning.”

She was now becoming rather expert at giving me oral sex; it didn’t take long before I was spurting into her mouth. She swallowed it all, licking her lips and smiling afterwards.

“I love being your personal cock-sucker,” she said. “Funny, I used to think it was a bit degrading sucking a guy off. But that was before you; I know I told you I feel uncomfortable having sex with you, but I really enjoy sucking your cock, and having you come in my mouth.”

We got the shower going, and washed each other, making sure we were clean and presentable. When we had finished, and had dried off, I headed off to the toilet cubicle. Jillian followed; and stood behind me.

“Can I watch, and hold you?” she asked.

“Sure, just don’t squeeze too tightly,” I replied.

As I stood in front of the toilet, she reached around, holding my prick. As I started peeing, she giggled, and moved my prick around in a small circle, watching as the stream followed her movements. With her other hand, she gently caressed my balls. When I finished, she reached across to get some toilet paper, until I told her to just shake the last few drops off.

“That was so cool,” she said, when we had finished. “I’ve never actually seen anything like that before.”

We went back to the bedroom; Lori was already there getting dressed. I pulled a fresh pair of jeans and a shirt from my side of the wardrobe; it didn’t take me all that long to get ready. I had to wait for another twenty minutes until the two girls were ready; I suspected that increasing the number of girls getting dressed together would increase the time it took them to get ready exponentially. Finally (not that I was stupid enough to show any frustration or impatience) we were all ready; we headed out the door, and up to the main road.

The others were already at the bar; they waved to us as we entered, and we all sat at a table on the side of the room. Lori introduced Jillian to the others, while I bought a round of drinks for us.

“So you’re also in the band with Will and Megan?” Ros asked her.

“Yeah, although I can’t sing anywhere near as well as they can,” she replied.

“Of the two sisters,” I said, “Megan might be the better singer, but Jillian is the better musician.”

“Do you really think I am?” she asked me.

“Of course; not only can you play more instruments, but you are faster to pick up a new song, and you interpret the sense and emotion of the music better.”

The others asked Jillian what she hoped to study next year; she told them how she had been checking out various courses; Pharmacy and Medical Chemistry.

“I haven’t really made up my mind yet, but I am favouring Pharmacy.”

They continued talking about courses, institutions and similar; their experiences of university, the benefits in living close to the campus, complaints about the cost of textbooks, all sorts of things to give Jillian an idea of what she might experience next year. We had finished our drinks, and started discussion where we might go for dinner. Wendy suggested we try the Imperial Hotel; which was just up the road a bit, and mentioned that they often have drag shows on at night. The place was still half empty; we found a table that seated all of us, and ordered some food from the snack bar. We asked if there was going to be a show on tonight, but there wasn’t. Apparently, shows were generally Friday and Saturday nights. I noticed that most of the clientele were gay, lesbian, or transvestite; Murph and I appeared to be the only straight people in the bar. I thought it was interesting; three hotels within two hundred metres; the Rose of Australia, the Erskineville and the Imperial; each having a completely different character.

The ‘Rose’ was the traditional working man’s pub; it was still where guys would go after their shift finished for their six o’clock swill. The ‘Erko’ was the happening place for the younger crowd; there were often bands playing. The ‘Impy’ was the place for gays, lesbians and transvestites. It seemed to be an unwritten rule for pubs that no one called them by their complete name; a pub needed to have a nickname that the locals used when referring to it.

While we waited for our food, we started discussing the options for finding a house for us all to share.

“Do you think you would want to share a place with us, Jillian?” Wendy asked. “We haven’t scared you off?”

“I think so; the last few days being with Lori and Will have shown me just how convenient it is to be so close. I would hate to have to add a long bus journey at the start and end of each day.”

Lori started jotting down some of our requirements on one of the napkins; we all agreed we would need four bedrooms, two bathrooms, gas hot water as well as a gas stove. I said an area where our band could set up to rehearse, but felt that might be hard to find around here.

“Not really,” Ros said. “I’ve seen some places that would work for us, just around the corner from work are some that would work, and I think there are some with a similar design down in Union Street. They are basically three level; on the ground floor is a living room, a dining room and a kitchen, behind that a full bathroom and a laundry. Stairs go up from the kitchen to the first floor; there are two bedrooms and a smaller bathroom there, and more stairs going to the second floor, where there are two smaller bedrooms, under the roof. They have those cute little windows built into the roof.”

“They are called dormer windows.” Murph added.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Ros continued. “But more importantly, behind the ground floor bathroom / laundry they have a two car garage, and lots of them have a large room built above the garage. The size of them varies, some are bigger than others, but I’m sure we could find something around here like that, which would work for all of us.

“Some of them have a front yard, or at least a front porch separating the house from the street, others you just step into the front room with the front door directly on the footpath. Quite often, there’s a balcony from the main upstairs bedroom, and some have a balcony from the rear bedroom, too.”

Our dinners arrived; we put the discussions on accommodation to one side while we ate. Once the plates had been cleared away, Ros took the pen from Lori, and sketched out the floor plan of the type of terrace that she had seen. It looked like it would work for us; provided the main rooms were big enough; trying to squeeze six people into our living room wouldn’t work. I was still sceptical about us being able to find a place that had a large enough room over the garage; Wendy suggested that the room above the garage could be used as a study room for all of us, too.

“I prefer working in my bedroom,” Murph said. “But I guess if the main room is big enough, I could change my mind.”

Lori suggested we all come back to our place, where we could talk better, without all the noise of the pub. Everyone agreed, and we walked the short distance back. I had Lori on one side of me, and Jillian on the other; arms around each other. Behind us were Ros, Murph and Wendy, also arm in arm.

“Do the others know about the rule?” Jillian asked.

“What rule?” Murph asked.

“The ‘Naked at Night’ rule,” Lori said. “I think Ros and Wendy know, did they tell you about that, Murph?”

“What, the one where you are naked when you are at home?” he said. “Does that apply to visitors, as well?”

“Only if you are happy about participating,” Lori said. “If you would feel uncomfortable, then we won’t enforce it.”

“That’s fine by me, I wouldn’t mind seeing you and Jillian naked,” he said, grinning.

“That assumes we want to see you naked,” Lori said. “The rule isn’t to see people naked, although that’s rather good fun for Will and me. I find when people are naked, because they can’t hide physically; they tend to be more open and honest with their thoughts and feelings.”

When we got inside the house, Jillian, Lori and I quickly removed our clothes. The other three were a little slower, maybe a bit unsure of themselves. When Lori and Jillian sat on the sofa together, with their arms around each other, Ros and Wendy sat next to them. Chris sat on one of the lounge chairs, while I put some music on the stereo, and then sat on the remaining chairs. I thought that we would need more sitting places if we were all to move in together. I wondered just what furniture the others might have.

“Now, if we are all going to move in together,” I said. “We need to work out what furniture and room arrangements we would need to make. What are everyone’s thoughts?”

“Well, I know that I would need to have a room of my own, at least to all outside appearances,” Jillian said. “Otherwise my parents might not be all that happy if they suspect I might be shacking up with someone.”

“Our parents weren’t worried about that at all, were they Will,” Lori said.

“But it would be different for me,” Jillian said.

“I guess it depends on just who you would be shacking up with,” Wendy said. “I know my parents still think that Murph and I are living together. Not that I’ve specifically told them, all I’ve said is the three of us are sharing a house together. It helps with them all being down in Nowra, they aren’t likely to just ‘pop over’ and surprise us’.”

“They don’t know about you and Ros?” Lori asked.

“No, I’m not sure how they would react knowing that their only daughter is into other girls,” she replied. “They are pretty conservative, very involved with their church, same as Ros’s parents. Not that they would actually disown us, but still...”

“Do you know anyone who has actually ‘come out’ to their parents about that?” Jillian asked.

“No, I don’t but we know a couple of others who are gay and lesbian, and they have,” Wendy said. “It’s not easy, but it depends on each situation. From what I’ve heard, some parents can be really supportive, while others are actually hostile.”

“Okay, so that’s got bedrooms sorted out; at least the public appearance of who sleeps where,” I said. “We can assume that everyone has their own bed and bedroom furniture, so unless you are looking to have lots of stuff in your room, that should be fine. I assume, Ros, that most of the terrace places you’ve seen don’t have any built-in wardrobes?”

“I’ve yet to see a place where you wouldn’t have to have your own free standing wardrobe and dresser,” she said. “The three of us have all our bedroom furniture, as do you and Lori. How are you off for furniture, Jillian?”