#gem.solution

Maybe there's cheers from the audience as one of us drops to the ground, our legs giving out underneath us, a huge puddle forming beneath us, our body shaking as we can't hold it any longer. The other two, still desperately holding it in, still holding it, knees shaking, bladders aching, locking eyes and desperately trying not to be the first to lose. Seeing our lower fall, getting worried, wanting to help her, bending over to give her a hand back to her feet...and the floodgates open, and now the second of us is spilling all over her legs and all over the floor.

So I was very, very tired when I got home. I didn't want to eat, didn't want to get changed, I just wanted to collapse onto the bed between you, and fall asleep. But you both knew that I wouldn't be able to sleep, not with so much stress still weighing me down.

You held me close, while you pulled my coat off and hung it on the rack by the door. You kissed me, gently, softly, sweetly, while you unbuttoned my shirt and left it laying on the floor. You stroked my hair and whispered to me while you pulled my skirt and tights down, and gently kissed the soles of my aching feet. Between the two of you, you carried me into the bathroom.

The building I worked in was heated, but I've always felt the cold very strongly, and you could tell that I'd still spent the whole day rugged up. I stank of sweat that had been trapped under wool. My skin glistened with droplets that pooled in the pressure mark my bra had left, as the scent filled the bathroom. I could feel myself getting hard from it. I've always been a slut for sweaty girls, and my own is no exception. You two certainly weren't helping, not when you were nuzzling against my bush, or pressing your nose into my armpits to enjoy it with me.

But as nice as it was, my sweaty, musky body wasn't what you'd brought me in here for. You laid me down in the bath, the heat lamps ensuring that I didn't get too cold as I was lying there, exposed to the cold night time air. You made a show of it, unbuckling each other's belts, pulling the others trousers down, grinding your crotches together as you kissed in front of me. I was hypnotised, I couldn't look away. And why would I? Not when the two most beautiful people I'd ever known were making out in front of me.

I almost didn't realise it was happening at first, but then I felt it. A hissing warmth, splashing against my soft belly, a faint acrid smell alongside it. I looked down, and saw you touching each other, angling each other, while you emptied your bladders onto me. It felt wonderful. That gentle warmth, the pounding of the stream against my flesh easing out some of the tension that had me unable to relax. And you'd both clearly been saving it up, because you went on for ages, groping each other, making out, while you pissed all over me. I was drenched, like I'd been caught in a rain of liquid gold. I was throbbing by this point, my clit aching desperately for one of you to touch it. Together, you did, one pair of hands gently stroking me, rubbing your combined piss into my skin, while the other pair fondled and groped me, squeezing my tits like you were trying to milk the day's aches out of me.

I didn't last long. Between the slippery sensation of the piss you'd covered me in, your soft, warm hands all over my body, and the deep kisses you'd given me with your tongues halfway down my throat, I couldn't hold myself back. I came, my hips bucking against your touch, but as usual, nothing came out. It was rare for me to leak anything at all, anymore, I was drier than the library I worked in. But you could tell I'd felt good, and released something, even if it wasn't cum.