“Uugghh!” she gasped. “You’re pissing on me!”
“Don’t you like it?” wondered Algebra naïvely.
Dodie coughed and spat in an attempt to clear her mouth of piss. “Like it! Why should I like it? Would you like it if I pissed on you?”
“Oh Yes! I would!” Algebra answered enthusiastically. “Would you? Please!”
Dodie looked at Algebra with an expression of disbelief. She shook her head slowly, shrugged her shoulders, and headed off to the bathroom. Algebra sat on the sofa staring at Dodie’s discarded tee-shirt, feeling cheated that her lovemaking had been so abruptly truncated and somewhat puzzled by Dodie’s reaction. She’d assumed that for someone who had so many different partners and made love with a woman who was undeniably some kind of a freak, a little bit of urine would really be neither here nor there. Although some of the men and women who made love to her in the past appeared disconcerted by her attraction to urine, she assumed it was simply because it was a novel experience for them. It was difficult to believe this should be the case with Dodie who she’d often seen with a prick up her arse or vagina with many different men and women.
After a few minutes, Dodie re-emerged from the bathroom with a towel rubbing her hair which she had just washed and a strong smell of toothpaste and mouth wash. She had also soaped and showered her chest and face. “Are you saying, Algebra, that you like to piss on people when you’re making love?”
“Well, of course. Doesn’t everyone?”
Dodie frowned slightly. “I don’t think so. And you also like to be pissed on?”
“Oh yes!”
“And shat on?”
“Oh no! That sounds too dirty! Well, I’ve never tried it. I can’t believe turds could possibly taste as nice. And the smell is absolutely disgusting!”
“It is. Isn’t it? And you want me to piss on you? Is that right?”
Algebra nodded. “That would be very nice.”
Dodie sniffed. “Well, if it’s what you want, let’s go to the bathroom where it’ll be easier to clean up. And I insist that it’s you who clears up the mess.”
“I don’t mind that.”
Dodie and Algebra entered the bathroom and Algebra was gestured into the bath where she lay down on the cold empty enamel. Dodie opened a can of beer which she deliberately sprayed over Algebra’s body as the froth came bubbling out. She glugged at it desperately while eyeing Dodie lying in anticipation with frothy beer over her breasts and trickling down her stomach and tangling in her pubic hair. She very soon finished the beer and dropped the empty can into the wastepaper bin where it landed with a small thud on a discarded box of Algebra’s sanitary towels.
“How do you feel?” Dodie asked the girl lying in the bath. “Are you ready?”
Algebra nodded, holding her breath against the very real feeling of pre-orgasmic pleasure. Dodie smiled grimly. She strode over to the bath and stepped into it, causing Algebra to pull one leg up while the other stretched out under Dodie and pressed against the plug. Dodie looked down at her, and Algebra could almost feel the gradual passage of liquid through the network of intestines and eventually into the urethra. This waiting was a pleasure in itself, but also caused her great impatience. “Piss on me!” she pleaded. “Piss on me!”
Dodie complied almost immediately and Algebra watched with delight as the arching stream of golden liquid emitted from between her legs and sprayed over her face, hair, breasts and legs, while Dodie shifted her aim to sprinkle Algebra as thoroughly as she could. She kept her mouth open as wide as possible to capture as many droplets of the precious liquid as she could and relished the taste of it on her tongue. She shivered in orgasmic delight and let free a trickle of urine herself (not nearly as voluminous as Dodie’s as she’d already relieved herself) which joined the flow of Dodie’s urine trickling down her thighs and trailed in a single line down the centre of the bath and to the plug hole.
Algebra shivered and shuddered in the ecstasy of her passion while Dodie strode out of the bath and looked at Algebra with an expression the student couldn’t really interpret but somehow concluded that it wasn’t one of whole-hearted enthusiasm in this particular variant of lovemaking.
XXIX
In Which Une joins in the study of Algebra; the properties of Twelve are examined by Algebra; and Chastity returns to Innocence.
After their one session of lovemaking, Algebra was disappointed to find that despite her attempts to repeat it Dodie was decidedly unenthusiastic to do so. Algebra soon concluded that her brief love affair with Dodie had finished almost before it began. She immersed herself in her studies as a way to keep her mind off her continued passion. Her assumption might well have proved true, but events interceded. An old lover of Innocence’s, Une, arrived in Congress and decided to stay in the flat.
Algebra was attracted to Une, although she was much older than anyone she’d made love to before, except for one of her lecturers, who, in any case, was a man. Une dressed very simply in a long white dress to her ankles and paid absolutely no attention to city fashions. She soon re-established her intimacy with Innocence, but showed rather more modesty than Dodie by restricting her lovemaking to the bedroom. Dodie was not at all delighted by this intercession in her love life, nor in how she was excluded from participating in it. Despite Innocence’s occasional sexual activities with her lover, these were too few and too brief to satisfy Dodie. Algebra watched Dodie from a distance, her head generally immersed in text books, although her mind focused on Dodie’s beautiful hairy cunt and the slim breasts with the nipples so prominent against the fabric of her tee-shirts. She hoped that Dodie’s frustration would be relieved on her ever-waiting self.
Her hopes were eventually rewarded, but Algebra sensed that Dodie’s lovemaking was more from a perverse sense of revenge than from any feeling of passion towards her. Although Algebra was expressly forbidden from pissing on Dodie, her lover felt no compunction about releasing volumes of urine onto Algebra’s body and into her mouth, a diet soon supplemented by a more solid and horribly smelly alternative. Algebra didn’t enjoy the long messy turds as they squeezed out of Dodie’s buttocks and plopped onto her face or her chest. She certainly didn’t enjoy the taste and felt rather humiliated as she bent to Dodie’s demands and took them into her mouth. She felt a disgust that drinking urine somehow never provoked. Although her desire for lovemaking with Dodie was being superficially satisfied there was little genuine passion and it made her feel rather unhappy.
She sat down in the living room with Une on a night when Innocence and Dodie were out together to see a concert that Dodie insisted Innocence would enjoy, though even Algebra knew that there was too much of a gulf in the two girls’ musical tastes for this to be likely. Une was reading a thick hardback book that seemed to be several centuries old and occasionally turned the pages from right to left. Algebra glimpsed the print in the book, but to her eyes it appeared to be nothing more than illegible scribbles in a very unfamiliar alphabet. She was immersed in a book of attractors and fractals, and paused on occasion to muse on the more bizarre conclusions the author derived from the equations.
It was on one such occasion that Algebra caught sight of Une studying her with curiosity. Algebra looked across and wondered if Une’s interest might not have been stimulated by her nudity, which contrasted with the long white dress Une wore.
Une smiled.
“You’re a student, aren’t you?” Une asked. “What is it you’re studying?”
“Chaos theory,” answered Algebra. “It’s about how there is chaos in order and order in chaos.”
“That seems a fairly accurate description of life,” Une mused. “And in your life as well, I dare say. Dodie treats you rather badly, doesn’t she? Why’s that, do you think? Is it because she thinks I’m taking Innocence away from her?”
“I think that might be why,” Algebra answered. “Though I wouldn’t say she treats me badly…”
“Do you like eating shit then?”
“Well, not really, but…”
“That sounds pretty cruel to me. You poor girl. You really need a better lover than Dodie. You know she’ll return to Innocence when I’ve gone.”
“She will?”
“You know she will!”
Algebra looked across at Une and became conscious of a welling of tears in her eyes. Barely had she noticed this than the trickle overwhelmed the lid of her eye and trickled down her cheek, followed by a sudden and unexpected sob. Une smiled sympathetically, and this triggered off a sudden outbreak of tears and sobs, which Algebra felt had been inside her for years. She put her head in her hands, dropping Fractal Facts and Friction to the floor with a dull thud. She felt a raw wound gape inside her as she shuddered with the strength of her feelings of frustrated love and dark realism.
Algebra felt an arm around her shoulder and looked up to see a naked Une behind her, smiling sympathetically. She turned her head and buried it deep into Une’s chest, who clucked understandingly as Algebra moaned her wordless desires and fears. Une stroked her shoulders and allowed her hands to wander about the young student’s body, expertly changing her sobs from ones of despair to ones of desire.
It was perhaps inevitable it would result in this, mused Algebra, as the two women rolled about on the thick rug in front of the gas fire, Une’s tongue deep inside her vagina (from which Algebra courteously forbore urinating), and her own tongue and fingers exploring the caverns of Une’s cunt. How could a vagina be so large? wondered Algebra, whose specialisation had never been biology. Her whole fist, and very probably her arm as well, could fit into the capacious recesses parted by the elegantly shaped but spacious lips. Algebra prised it open with the fingers of both hands and pushed her tongue and teeth as deep inside as she could. Meanwhile, her own much tighter cunt was nibbled and licked and stroked with such expert care that despite her misery she came and came again, feeling an ecstasy that had been denied her by Dodie and none of her other lovers had ever granted her.
And so it was that the two were found, buttocks raised above faces and legs stretched out, when Innocence and Dodie returned later that night, Dodie quite clearly the more enthusiastic about the music of Sigmund Gamma.
“Well, Innocence, sweetest,” Dodie cooed, not at all disappointed, “it looks like we’ll be spending the night together. Une is obviously too wrapped up to offer you her company.”
Algebra heard Innocence sigh and watched the two lovers’ bare legs stride out of the living room, leaving her with Une. She didn’t mind. Somehow she felt that her uncharacteristic release of emotion had led to a deeper and more satisfactory experience than any amount of Dodie’s urine could ever provide.
Une soon left, but before Algebra was sure that life could return to normal, another friend of her landladies, Twelve, found need to stay at the flat. She was between being evicted from her last bedsit for fucking too many people too loudly and finding a more tolerant landlord. Twelve was much more like Dodie in character than Innocence, just as Une had been to Innocence, and it was no surprise that it was with Dodie she mostly made love. Twelve was a skinny freckly girl who wore nothing but a long white gown that somehow never managed to hide either her breasts or her cunt, and she had a single long strand of hair which fell coquettishly from her forehead down over her face and onto her shoulder. She had a thick bush of red pubic hair fashioned into the shape of a heart and was otherwise waxed hairless. It wasn’t long until Algebra found herself a toy in the two girls’ sexual games, while Innocence remained seemingly unaware that her lodger was treated with anything other than the respect normally accorded to a gifted student of mathematics.
Twelve and Dodie often enticed Algebra away from her theorems, proofs and topology for sex games which occasionally involved pissing, and sometimes rather more ordinary sex, but more often involved faeces, spanking and bondage. It was only through love of Dodie that she allowed herself to be hung by her arms behind her from the window while Twelve stuck her arse out of the window and let loose long and messy turds over her long hair, down her chest and sometimes into her mouth. She allowed the two girls to tie her up in excruciating positions for hours on end, occasionally enlivened by a brisk spanking or even a caning, but mostly just ignored. She almost preferred the moments of physical contact, however painful and however much it left red and blue blemishes on her back and buttocks, to the long hours of sitting or standing in constant pain, her mouth muzzled and cords digging deep into her wrists or ankles.
However, it was as a result of the greater interest shown her by Twelve’s arrival that Algebra first had sex with Innocence. In all the months she lived in the flat all she had known of Innocence’s body was its naked presence when she was home from work and watching Innocence at play with Dodie, Twelve or Une. She had enjoyed watching Innocence’s prick thrust in and out, back and forth, into the girls’ dripping vagina, raw and throbbing with passion, and then exploding, in a cascade of viscous liquid, as she came to a loud and frantic climax. Algebra would let her book drop down as Twelve would take Innocence’s penis and bring out fountain after fountain of semen, and let it splash onto her breasts and take globules into her mouth.
Algebra had also watched Innocence in the videos in the flat that featured her in a wide variety of sex scenes with a matching variety of partners. Her eyes focused more on Innocence’s beautiful sexy body than those of her partners, whether male or female, who took her wondrous never-tiring penis into any and all of their orifices and revelled in the cascades of semen she produced. Algebra sometimes felt a degree of envy for these partners who, however brief their acquaintance, knew Innocence more intimately than Algebra had managed to.
Dodie and Twelve soon found out about Algebra’s desires on Innocence on those occasions, interspersing the humiliation and pain, when they were kind and considerate to her, even taking her out with them to night clubs where they made love to each other and whoever else they might meet (ensuring that Algebra could only ever watch, and forced to wear clothes which constrained her too much to have any ability to participate).
“Don’t worry, Algebra,” Twelve said softly, as her piss dribbled down Algebra’s chin and onto her chest, “we’ll ensure you get to know Innocence better.”
And so it was that while Algebra sat in her bedroom one evening reading a book on Number Groups and Vectors, she was greeted by a slightly tipsy Innocence and a giggling Twelve and Dodie. The three girls had just been visiting a few friends of Twelve’s and had rather too much to drink and smoke, and Innocence had been persuaded that what Algebra wanted most in the world was to be buggered by her.
“She doesn’t like it the other way,” lied Twelve.
“In fact, what she most likes is to have someone shit into her mouth!” Dodie supported.
“Algebra’s got some pretty strange tastes!” exclaimed Innocence, who nonetheless had met and made love with enough people of bizarre taste in her professional life not to consider this as at all unusual.
“So, why not make a hard-working student happy on the eve of her exams!” wickedly goaded Twelve.
Algebra was soon secured to the frame of the bed, her buttocks high in the air and her eyes looking directly into Twelve’s heart-shaped pubes. Dodie pulled Algebra’s head up so that her mouth pushed directly into Twelve’s semen-and piss-smelling cunt, while with a little more decorum, Innocence plied her tongue at Algebra’s anus, lubricating it with her saliva and a little cunt juice that despite her humiliations Algebra was always able to provide with abundance. She knew that despite the way these activities hurt and disgusted her they provided her with more sexual satisfaction than would less adventurous and more tender lovemaking. It was this proclivity of hers that Twelve recognised and so ruthlessly exploited. Algebra sensed that Twelve got a perverse pleasure from humiliating someone who was pursuing her studies with rather more diligence than she’d ever done in her student days (before dropping out or being expelled, depending on which version of her life story Twelve was promoting on any on
e day). The fact that Algebra was more than likely to graduate and soon be a professional goaded the girl into a pattern of sexual cruelty that with Dodie’s own sadistic streak became quite obsessive.
Twelve was soon pissing into Algebra’s nostrils, mouth and eyes, while Dodie wrapped herself around alternately Twelve’s and Innocence’s body. Innocence thrust deeper and deeper into an orifice never penetrated before and had been left religiously undisturbed by Twelve and Dodie in their sex play, presumably to heighten this very experience for Algebra as much as possible. The pain was excruciating. Algebra’s anus was not large and not as lubricated as she would have liked. Innocence was too inebriated to distinguish between Algebra’s cries of genuine pain and those of abandoned passion. This was not assisted by the sound of her own cries of pleasure and those of Twelve and Dodie. Algebra’s body was punished again and again with each deep thrust and the cruel slaps from Dodie and Twelve on her shit-, piss-and semen-covered face. It was too much, and it seemed to go on and on and on and…
Eventually, Algebra lost consciousness. The constant pain and pleasure sapped something from her. She became giddy and flushed, and swooned while Innocence at last transferred her penis into her cunt and her arse was now being penetrated by a dildo strapped around Twelve’s waist. The other three continued their passionate lovemaking for many more minutes after this, and when she eventually gained consciousness she found herself lying in Twelve’s embrace. The trickle of a tear was coming down Twelve’s cheeks, while Innocence looked on worriedly.
“Oh Algebra! Algebra! I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have. We shouldn’t have! We’ve gone too far! Can you forgive us? Please say you forgive us!”
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