Chapter 10

“Steph, time to get up,” I called to my girl. She was sleeping on the rug on the floor of my bedroom. Her rings in her nipples were attached to a chain that led through her nose ring; it was tight, and her nipples were pointing up, and her chin was on her chest. That had to be uncomfortable. She jerked her head up when I called her name.

“Ouch, fuck that hurts.”

“Having fun, dear?”

She slowly lifted her head, pulling her freshly pierced nipples up. “Oh yes, mother. I am just getting used to my new bra.”

“Ok slut let’s get you cleaned up and check your new piercings. To the bathroom and kneel in the shower.”

The tattoo on her lower back looked perfect, ‘Just do Me!’ I had the same tattoo on my back; we were a pair of sluts. I reached down and undid the chain holding her nipples to her nose. “Get your face in my cunt bitch. And put your pee cup under yours. I want you to catch anything you don’t swallow in your cup.”

Releasing a stream of urine into a willing mouth is a trip. Steph eagerly sucked at my flow, drinking my nasty morning piss. She looked like she loved it. It was the happy noises she was making while drinking my piss. “Ok slut, you can piss in your glass.” I could hear the pitch of her piss splashing in the glass change as the pee filled it. She stopped her stream before the glass overflowed. My piss was splashing on her face as she lapped at my leaking pussy. I grabbed her head and began pissing in her hair. She tucked her chin and gave me a better shot at the top of her head.

“Pee shampoo, it is great for my hair, Mom.”

“There you sluts are, I have been waiting for you.”

“I looked at Kyle, his big dick leading the way into the bathroom.”

“Come over here and let me take care of my boy.”

I smiled at him as I fell to my knees in the shower beside Steph. I lovingly smeared his leaking dick over my face and lips. I was sucking the precum out of his piss hole. “What a lovely dick. What do you think, Steph?”

“Yes, I love it.” She leaned forward and started to suck on his balls as I tended to the head. I sucked on his dick like my life depended on it. He seemed to like this dual action. I think he was overstimulated because he came into my mouth very quickly. I captured it all and kissed Steph, sharing my prize. We were still sharing his cum when he started to piss on us. We both turned to the stream and opened our mouths, and he shared his aim between the two begging mouths in front of him.

“That’s the way I like it. Take all my fluids, girls. Drink up.”

Steph was more greedy than I was and got most of his piss in her stomach. “God, I love piss, Mom. It is just the best, most dirty thing.”

Jim came in. “What the hell?”

“Ok, Jim, you can jack off on Steph’s face and give her your piss. Steph, no touching your dad.” I needed to let Jim get off sometimes. Jim started to stroke his dick, and Steph stuck out her tongue as a target. He beat his hard dick looking at Steph’s and my new jewelry.

“You look so slutty, Steph. Those rings had to hurt.”

“O they did, Daddy, they hurt a lot. The tech did it so that they hurt. She pulled the needle in and out before going all the way through. I could feel the needle breaking through all the tissues in my nipple. God, it was so good, Daddy.”

“You - Like - Pain? Oh shit,” and he squirted his load on her face.

“Yes, Daddy, I like pain, I like piss, I like sex, I like blow jobs, I am a slut, aren’t you proud of me? Are you going to give me your piss now? Please, Daddy?” She was gathering his load from her face and smearing it with her fingers into her mouth, Smacking hungrily on the cum.

“Here you go. I guess I have no choice but to be proud of you because you will do it anyway.”

“That’s right, Daddy.” And she got a mouthful of her Daddy’s piss. I could see it was rank. It was a dark yellow.

“Damn, Dad, you need to drink more water. I nearly have to chew your piss. It is so thick.” She made a show of chewing a mouthful of piss.

“I don’t get why you like it. I guess I don’t need to understand.”

“Jim, she has been like this for a long time. It is just now that she can be herself. This girl was under all the external images she presented to us and the world. This is the daughter we raised. The slut that she is. Our little pain slut/urinal” I reached out and pulled a nipple ring twisting it a full circle.

“Ohhhh, Mom, God, you will make me cum if you don’t stop.”

“If you can cum getting pissed on and your nipple tortured, go ahead.”

“AHHHHHHHHHH, Fuuuuucccckkkkk.” Steph released her pent-up sexual need in a huge orgasm.

“OK, boys, we must clean up and attend to our jewelry and tattoos. Give us some space.”

“So Steph, are you excited about school? You know, being a slut in school?”

“I can’t believe I get to do this, Mom. Are you actually ok with me dressing slutty for school?”

“Not only dressing but acting the slut. I expect to hear all about it this afternoon.”

“I’m still nervous about the principal. What if he objects?”

“I think he will be ok, but we will see. Just let me do the talking, OK?”

“Ok, what am I wearing?”

I stood behind her in the shower, rinsing out the urine from her hair. I had decided just to rinse her hair using no soap. I have heard of tribal cultures that used urine to wash their hair.

“How sexy do you want to be? You should show your ass and lots of side or underboob.”

“God, I would be rape meat.”

“Is that a problem?”

“Well, no, it could be fun, now that I think about it.”

“Yeah, they can’t rape the willing, huh?”

“You are just terrible, Mom.”

“Dry off now. We need to hurry so we get there early.”

Kyle and Jim had left as well. I stopped and got McMuffins for us. I got a Coffee, and Steph a diet Coke. She had a red plaid skirt; I would have called it a belt. And a halter top that came down to just below her nipples. Leaving her tight stomach showing her new piercing. The rings in her nipples were not hidden but peaked out from under the top. The nose ring hung so far that she had to be careful while eating.

I had a similar outfit. But my top was two square patches held together with string to cover my nipples. My skirt was only bigger because I was bigger than Steph. We looked for a pair. I had done our hair with matching pigtails. I told her that they were handles for the guys.

We pulled into the school parking lot. Not many kids yet, but it looked like all the teachers might already be there. I could see the football team practicing on the field.

“Remember to act as if you know what you are doing and go where you want with purpose; most people will not even question someone who looks like they are on a mission. If you wander aimlessly around, you will be stopped before you start.”

“I never thought about it, but you are right. Let’s do this.”

We walked boldly to the school, my best power stride. We walked right into the school and checked in at the office.

“Could I talk to the principal, please? What is his name, Steph?”

“Mr. Johnson”

“May I speak with Mr. Johnson?”

“Hello, did I hear my name?” A tall, muscular, fit black man spoke. My knees wilted a little. This man was gorgeous.

“Hello, Mr. Johnson, I am Shelly, Steph’s mom. You can call me Shelly.”

I reached out my hand for a handshake. He took the proffered hand and raised it to kiss the back of my hand, “You may call me Hank. What do I owe this pleasant distraction for?” He turned, still holding my hand, and led us into his office.

“You are not dressed in what I call our standard; dress for school is usually considered a little more formal than what you have on.”

“Well, about that, well Steph and I also had an epiphany. We both want the world to see what we feel like inside. We are both very sexual women and do not intend to hide that fact. I wanted to let you know that I don’t care about any dress code, and Steph wants to dress like this at school. Her parents approve.”

“You both look sexy, I cannot lie. Well, as far as our dress code, we don’t really have a dress code, only that we can’t see any underwear. I can’t stand seeing guys with their pants around their thighs and boxers covering their ass.”

“So, Steph should be okay with wearing things like this? You can’t see any underwear, can you? Show him, Steph.”

She gave me a look and raised her skirt to show off her bare pussy. Her lips are distending from her pussy.

“Ah no, I cannot see any underwear.”

He seemed not to know what to say next.

“Hank, my daughter is not a tease, Steph. See if Mr. Johnson needs some relief. I don’t want you leaving blue balls all over school. You will need to take care of any problems you cause.”

“Oh, Mom, you will love Mr. Johnson’s dick – it’s huge.” She was rubbing Hank’s crotch through his pants.

“Mr. Johnson, may I take out your dick and play with it?” Steph looked up at the tall man, pleading in her eyes.

He looked at me, “You approve of this?”

“Sure. Can I help her? I love me some BBC.”

Steph had his monster out in a jiffy. She was kissing on the knob end, stroking the shaft. I focused on his hanging ball sack. Could I get both of them in my mouth at the same time? I could only try.

“Oh shit, I have never, gulp, had a blow job like this. What else do you approve of?”

I spit the ball out of my mouth. “No permanent marks of any kind. I reserve that right for myself. Steph, anything else?”