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Averti's Water
by Anon NIXPIX Author (no address provided)

***

A woman has a fantasy that her friends are willing to 
help her fulfill. (FFF, ws)

***

"I've been thinking," Barb said, sipping a Margarita. 
"Thinking and dreaming..."

"About me, perhaps?" Toby asked mischievously.

Barb looked across the table at her tall, cool friend. 
For the millionth time Barb asked herself exactly what 
it was about Toby... true enough, she was striking to 
look at, with her cascading auburn hair, sparkling 
dark eyes, richly curved mouth and flawless 
complexion. Toby was also a great treat to be with, to 
talk with, to laugh with, even just to sit with 
silently while appreciating some subtle thought or 
sensation.

But there was something else. Sexual magic, many 
thought. Toby was so thoroughly sensual and so subtle 
and wide-ranging in sex, with men and women alike, 
that to her closest associates, she was like a person 
from another race, parallel and superior to the human 
tribe. Just the kind of person who appears in dreams.

"I'll tell you the theme of the dream, and then you 
can propose an interpretation, or not, whatever" Barb 
said seriously.

"Shoot."

"I'm lying on my back on an altar, in a huge church 
that has no roof. I mean, I can see the sky. It's not 
a ruin, it just doesn't have a roof. Some of our 
friends are gathered around. I am breathing hard, and 
I can't move, but I don't seem to mind."

Toby smiled. "There have been plenty of times when you 
can't move but don't mind. Or actively like it."

Barb grinned, her white teeth flashing in her dark 
face. "Yeah, I think this is the case in the dream, 
although there are no obvious ropes or restraints. 
Anyway, you come and stand over me, and ask me if I am 
ready to be washed in the blood."

"In the BLOOD?"

"Yeah, the blood of the lamb. I was raised a Baptist. 
It means being baptized."

Toby made a face. "I KNOW what it means. I didn't just 
crawl down out of a tree. But why would you have a 
religious dream at this stage in your life?"

Barb spread her hands. "That I do not know. I slipped 
away from the church when I became a teenager, and it 
shit-sure slipped away from me when I found out I was 
gay...anyway, in the dream you ask me if I'm ready to 
be baptized, and I say yes, and you pour a whole 
shower of water all over me..."

Toby raised one eyebrow. "A whole shower?"

"Yeah. And then I feel the spirit, and then I come."

"Excuse me?" Toby licked her lips, no doubt because of 
the salt on the rim of the Margarita glass.

Barb grinned and rolled her eyes back. "In the dream, 
the holy spirit enters me, and I have an orgasm."

"In the dream?"

"Well, at the end of the dream. I start coming, and I 
wake up, and finish coming."

Toby sighed. "Are you complaining or bragging? This is 
sure the most literal 'wet' dream I ever heard of."

"Well, I'm not complaining. But there have been some 
big-time witches and root doctors and other so-called 
superstitious types back in my family history, and I 
definitely believe that this dream is trying to tell 
me something."

Toby placed her palms together and sighted on Barb's 
face over her fingertips. 

"Yeah, right. You know full well what this dream 
means."

"All right, it's obvious. And the more I think about 
it, the more obvious it becomes. And the more I want 
it."

Toby looked at her friend for a moment. Barb could 
almost see a little playlet enacted behind Toby's 
eyes, including casting, staging, editing, dress 
rehearsal, and fine-tuning. Then Toby grinned, her 
remarkable incandescent grin. "Well, then, let's do 
it. It's water and power time! Are YOU ready to be 
washed in the blood of the lamb?"

Barb's voice trembled as she replied "No, but I'm 
ready to be showered in the gold of the Toby."

***

The two women left the bar and walked along in the 
afternoon sun and haze. Practically everybody they 
passed stopped what they were doing and watched them 
walk by; old, young, gay, straight, whatever--everyone 
who ever spied Toby and any of her friends somehow 
felt that they had been in the presence of something 
special. The two women strode confidently along the 
brick sidewalks; one tall, one very tall. One dark 
brown in skin tone, the other a pale ivory white. One 
with a great explosion of shiny black curls, the other 
with a dark-reddish mane flung halfway down her back.

"You're sure you know what you want?" Toby continued.

"Very sure. Have you done it before?"

"Giving or getting?"

Barb wrinkled her nose. "I can't really imagine you 
getting, although it's a fun mental picture. No, I 
mean giving."

Toby nodded seriously. "Yes. I have. It can be very 
powerful. Profound, in fact. Most of the time, it's 
women giving it to men, with the elementary symbolism 
that implies."

"I want you to give it to me, but the symbolism is not 
at all elementary."

"No. I understand. However, there's one other aspect 
you might not have thought about; race."

"Race?"

"Yes. You're AfAm and I'm white. Well, nominally--my 
mother was from Peru. My bestowing it on you has a lot 
of built-in historical associations, slavery, and 
stuff like that."

"It's never been a problem between us before."

***

"It won't be a problem between us now, as long as you 
know that it has crossed my mind. You know -- I hope 
you always know -- that I could never do anything to 
hurt or demean you." Barb was surprised as Toby -- who 
seldom touched even her closest friends, sexually OR 
socially -- reached across the intervening space and 
took Barb's hand in hers.

Barb's husky voice betrayed the emotion she was trying 
to control as she looked into Toby's bottomless eyes 
and said, "Of course. I'm not asking to be demeaned. 
I'm asking a great and powerful gift from you; almost 
a sacrament, never mind what the world says. Toby, my 
love for you is such that nothing you could possibly 
do would demean me."

"OK. I feel better about it. Never mind what the world 
says... the world would probably throw us both in the 
madhouse, if it but knew a tenth of what we do!"

Toby and Barb crossed the street and headed back 
toward the Iron Circle parking lot, where they had 
left their car.

Toby continued "We'll need a third."

"Why?"

"To 'spot'; assist. Take care of you, hold me up if 
needed. I don't want to slip and fall on you and do us 
both in."

"Oh, yeah, you're right. Well, let's ask Joker. She's 
freakishly strong, plus which she loves these sorts of 
things... actually, we'll need a fourth."

"A fourth?"

Barb held her fingers up to frame her eyes. "Yeah. To 
videotape the scene. I want a tape, memories for my 
so-called golden years."

Toby laughed, then held her hand symbolically about 
three feet off the pavement.

"Well, Eloise can do that, if she can be talked into 
it."

"Right, shy as a little mad dog. We'll just tell her 
she can hand-hold the camcorder and sit on the 
tripod."

"Ouch."

"Ouch nothing," Barb laughed. "You've probably had a 
tripod up your ass often enough to melt the paint off 
it."

Toby nodded seriously. "Of course. Hasn't everybody? 
But not the end with the set screw."

Both women laughed nastily.

***

Back in her apartment, Toby punched out a number on 
the phone and put it on the speaker.

"Joker? It's Toby."

"Hello, candy-clit! What's up?"

"Shower party. Are you up for it?"

"Shower party? Engagement, wedding, baby, or post-game 
locker room?"

"Golden. For Barb."

A moment of silence on the line as the most 
unshockable person Toby knew (next to herself) got 
shocked and then got over it. "Awright! Count me in."

"Eloise still got her camcorder? She's invited too, to 
document the festivities."

"That's great! Eloise has been driving me nuts, she's 
well overdue for an outing. She's so fucking bored 
she's only been masturbating three or four times a 
day."

"Hmmm...maybe a vitamin supplement. Well, I'll call 
you back when we work out the details."

Toby hung up the phone and walked over to look at 
herself in the full-length wall mirror. Not bad, she 
thought, running her hands through her thick auburn 
hair. Yep, this does look like a woman that would piss 
on a friend, under the proper circumstances.

***

Just below the crest of a fallow farmland hill in the 
windy north country, the four women set up their place 
at the base of an ancient live oak cluster. There was 
no other human soul to be seen or heard--no cars or 
trucks, not even airplanes. They might have been back 
in the days of the acorn-eating Indians, when Drake's 
few exhausted men climbed the hills and puzzled about 
exactly where they were.

The four women made a handsome, varied group as they 
set up their picnic cloth/altar. Toby, tall, slim, 
muscular, with long dark-red hair and a richly curved 
smile. Joker, tight, dangerous-looking in her leathers 
and ripped tee shirt, spiked hairdo and clanking chain 
jewelry. Barb, strong, dark, rich-bodied, with a great 
post-Afro cloud of black ringlets framing her face. 
And Eloise, tiny, introspective, huddled in an 
oversized baggy sweater, pushing her large-framed 
glasses up on her delicate nose.

They spread their picnic cloth and ate and drank for 
the better part of two hours. The sun was a little 
past the noon mark when they tidied away the food, 
brushed the crumbs from the cloth, and sat in a 
square, smiling at each other.

Toby finished half a flute of champagne with one long 
swallow. She grinned at Barb. "I must have drunk a 
gallon of stuff so far today, and I haven't given back 
so much as one drop."

Barb laughed and ran her long pink tongue out between 
her brown lips. "That's the idea." She stood up 
gracefully and pulled down her tee shirt, stretching 
the thin fabric over her prominent breasts with their 
erect, peg-like nipples.

Eloise peeked out of the corners of her eyes at the 
tall black woman and very delicately licked her thin 
lips. She wriggled her tiny bottom on the hard ground 
and then smiled a fleeting, secret smile.

Barb shook out her long arms and legs. "I feel like 
dancing" she said, and began to boogie and shag, 
slapping her bare pink feet on the ground.

"I don't," Toby giggled.

Joker jumped up and said "I'll dance with you, 
Dudette!" She began strutting around Barb, waving her 
elbows, looking like Billy the Kid as played by K.D. 
Lang. The two women riffed and capered for several 
minutes, haunches and calves strongly flexing in their 
faded Levi's, breasts bouncing and pointed nipples 
flickering under soft tee shirts. Barb whipped her 
long, lustrous curly black hair back and forth. Joker 
ran her fingers through her spiky hair and trailed 
them down her chest, rubbing and pinching her nipples 
as she danced. Barb saw this, and with a laugh, threw 
off her tee shirt and cavorted bare-breasted, her 
large, soft tits moving in complex bounces and 
rotations with each step.

Eloise, still quiet as usual, took out the camcorder 
and began to tape the dancing women. Toby half-lay 
back against the oak tree and fingered her lower 
abdomen.

"How do you feel?" Eloise asked. She turned to film 
Toby prodding her belly.

Toby grinned. "Full up to the eyebrows. I haven't held 
it like this for years. Feels like everything inside 
is being pushed over in one direction or another." The 
tall redhead reached down and palmed the swell of her 
pubis. "Making me REAL horny, too. I've got a clit 
hard-on you could cut with."

Eloise smiled. "Hold that thought."

By and by Barb shouted "Woo! 'Nough dancing!" She 
leaned against the tree. 

Joker slumped to the ground and mopped her forehead 
with a large bandanna.

Toby looked at the sky. "Well, I think it might be 
time, sisters and sistren. The church is ready, the 
altar is cleared off, and the baptismal candidate is 
definitely warmed up and into the receptive spiritual 
state."

***

Barb removed the rest of her clothing and lay down on 
the cloth, facing up. Her body was a rich, glowing 
brown. Her pubic mound gleamed with thick, sparkling 
black curls. Her large breasts relaxed slightly, their 
elongated nipples pointing proudly to the sky.

Joker sat down cross-legged next to the black woman. 
She opened a large athletic bag and began to take out 
various ropes and restraints. "Now, how do you want to 
be?"

"Tie my hands together, and then over my head, and 
fastened to the tree. 

Tie my ankles to the spreader bar, and then fasten the 
bar to the stakes. 

Don't stretch me too much, please."

"OK. I never know how much is TOO much, though. As you 
well remember. 

Anything else? How about breasts? I love to tie up 
big, soft, luscious tits..."

"Um, yeah. Tell you what. Use your (I'll live to 
regret this) judgment. 

Just make sure, no blindfold. I want to see every 
second of this."

Joker positioned Barb on the cloth, and tied Barb's 
ankles to the three-foot spreader bar. This made 
Barb's wonderfully toned leg muscles stand out, and 
her dark, thick-lipped cunt pout open in a charming 
fashion. Joker then tied Barb's hands and wrists 
together, but left the dark girl in a seated position 
so that she could do the breast bindings before 
fastening Barb's hands to the tree. Joker used many 
yards of soft cotton rope to tie up Barb's tits. 

First a couple of circles each around the torso, above 
and then below the bust, to define the area. Then 
Joker captured each of Barb's large breasts at the 
base with a loop, and successively wound loops tightly 
around each tit until they stood out six inches from 
the body and bulged deliciously. Barb's dark brown 
breasts seemed to glow with extra rich blood, and her 
chocolate, slightly leathery nipples puffed out and 
pointed straight ahead.

Joker stepped back and admired her handiwork. She 
reached over and twisted one nipple, experimentally. 
"How's that feel?"

Barb made a low sound, half groan, half croon. "Oh... 
it feels wonderful!"

Joker rummaged in her pockets. "Um Hum. Well, it'll 
feel even more wonderful as soon as I add...these!" 
She snapped a heavy-duty alligator clip on each 
distended nipple. Toby and Eloise glanced at each 
other and burst out in silent laughter.

Barb screamed. "Aiee! That HURTS!"

"No chit" said Joker, deadpan. She attached a long 
piece of twine to each clip and began very subtly 
pulling and twisting on Barb's captured tit-tips.

Barb muttered "I don't believe it! I'm gonna... I'm 
gonna... I'M GONNA CUM!" And she did, writhing and 
twisting within her bonds and seeming to want to pull 
her breasts away from Joker's ministrations -- as if 
to increase the pull and the pain. Barb bounced her 
bottom on the cloth as she orgasmed. A small amount of 
thick, slippery fluid squeezed out of her spread 
pussy. 

Eloise captured the whole event on video.

"Well, that's that" Joker cracked. "Guess we can pack 
up and go home."

"What? What about ME?" Toby groaned theatrically. "I 
feel like I'm pregnant with Aquaman over here."

"Cut the funny stuff, Joker" Barb panted. "That was 
the curtain-raiser orgasm. Strap me up for the main 
event!"

"Greedy ol' thing, isn't she?" Joker said, helping 
Barb to lie down and then tying her bound hands to the 
oak tree. Joker expertly arranged Barb so that there 
was just enough tension to stretch her long body out 
tautly (and make her tightly bound breasts seem to 
float above her torso), but not enough to cause 
serious discomfort.

Joker produced a ball gag and showed it to Barb. Barb 
nodded, so Joker placed the gag in the dark woman's 
mouth and secured it behind her head.

"Now, that's a righteous job of restraint, even if I 
do say so myself" Joker said cheerfully. "Woman tied 
up like this -- in this here 'church' -- should 
definitely feel the spirit if there's any here to be 
felt."

Toby, with an assist from Eloise, clambered to her 
feet. She clutched her lower abdomen theatrically. 
"Oooh, I'm gonna have to remember this feeling -- it's 
painful and hornifying at the same time."

"Our favorite combination" Joker cracked. She moved 
over and pulled the lips of Barb's cunt open with one 
hand, then dipped two fingers of the other hand into 
the pink richness. Barb groaned at length through her 
gag.

Eloise, in a marvel of coordination, reached under her 
full skirt and slipped a previously-lubricated tapered 
butt plug up into her rectum, without losing one 
second of the camcorder coverage. She emitted a tiny, 
happy sigh.

"How's that? Can't quite understand you, Sister Barb. 
You speakin' in tongues already?" Joker put all four 
fingers into Barb's cunt, getting another, longer 
groan. Joker pulled out her hand and displayed it, 
dripping with shiny, thick pussy juice. The other 
women looked at it admiringly.

"About ready, I should imagine" Toby said. She hiked 
up her long skirt and tucked the hem in her belt, 
revealing her long, smooth, tapering legs, brown-
furred pubis, and slightly distended belly.

"Now?"

***

Barb frantically nodded, her eyes wide above the gag. 
Joker twisted and twirled the nipple clip ropes with 
abandon, while vigorously rubbing the tied girl's clit 
with her other hand. Eloise steadied the camcorder 
with one hand, sighting through the finder, while the 
other hand fucked the wide, stubby dildo in and out of 
her stretched asshole.

"OK" Toby grinned. "Turning on the waterworks, baby!" 
She squatted down over Barb's torso, one long slim leg 
on either side of her friend's ribs. Toby pulled her 
labia open with both hands, revealing the rich, dark, 
slightly swollen folds within. Barb looked into her 
domina's pussy from a distance of a few inches and 
felt her major orgasm begin to build.

Toby pulled her vulva even farther open and stroked 
around the miniscule opening of her urethra with the 
tip of one little finger. "Keep your eye on the magic 
piss hole" she breathed. "Here it comes." Toby 
grunted, and said to Joker, out of the side of her 
mouth, "Yikes! I've been holding it so long, it 
doesn't want to come out!"

At last, a drop formed at the opening between Toby's 
legs, and the drop was joined by others, and the drops 
developed into a stream of hot, straw-colored fluid. 
Toby squatted on her long, strong haunches and pissed 
on her friend, moving up and down Barb's body so that 
the splash of urine fell on all areas from forehead to 
crotch. Toby pissed and pissed and pissed; a whole 
day's accumulation came squirting and pouring out of 
her tiny urethra in strong, high-pressure streams. She 
held her labia wide open with one hand and fine-tuned 
the spray with the other, occasionally sneaking up for 
a quick tease of her rock-hard clitoris.

Barb went wild. She thrashed against her bonds, she 
screamed into her gag. When the first stream of hot 
urine hit Barb's pussy and soaked her genitals and 
Joker's massaging hand, Barb vibrated from head to 
toe. Joker laughed with glee. "I can feel 'err coming 
all the way from her belly button! Her pussy is 
snapping like a bear trap!" Joker removed her diddling 
hand for a moment and licked some of Toby's water from 
her fingers. Barb yelped into her gag and glared at 
Joker fiercely. Joker resumed palpating Barb's clit.

Eloise hopped around the scene like a demented news-
elf, expertly recording every filthy detail. She had 
shoved her gargantuan butt plug all the way home, 
freeing her non-camera hand for groping in her own 
crotch.

And still Toby pissed. She threw back her head and 
laughed out loud at the sheer pleasure and 
outrageousness of it all. She stood up, keeping her 
legs astride Barb's body, and sprayed urine all over 
everywhere, like a lunatic centauress. Toby urinated 
all over her own legs and lower body, soaked the few 
remaining inches of Barb that had remained dry (which 
caused Barb to start coming TWICE as hard, which 
caused Joker to be flipped right off Barb's stomach 
onto the grass, which was easily accomplished because 
Joker was so covered with piss that she was slippery). 
Joker sat up and noticed that she was clutching 
several strands of black, curly, piss-soaked pubic 
hair. She cracked up laughing.

Eloise got every bit of this on tape and was almost 
relieved to see that the yellow stream from between 
Toby's legs was beginning to die down. Eloise put the 
camcorder carefully on the ground, sat down on her 
butt plug, and quietly masturbated to one of her own 
compact but profound orgasms.

Toby finally ran out of piss. She squeezed the last 
few fugitive drops out onto the heaving tits of the 
post-orgasmic Barb, then sank down in a heap astride 
the black woman's upper chest.

Barb made funny noises through the gag. Toby said 
"Off? You want to get off? I though you did, several -
- oh, you want me to get off?"

"Why would anybody be uncomfortable with a six-foot 
amazon sitting on their chest?" Joker wondered. She 
ran her fingers through her hair. "Jeez, I've got piss 
everywhere!"

Toby inched up until her naked, gaping, piss-soaked 
crotch was right under Barb's chin. Barb rolled her 
eyes and mumbled through the gag.

"Nice of you to want me to get off," Toby smiled. "I 
thought you'd never ask." And she proceeded to very 
slowly and deliberately masturbate right into Barb's 
face, piss, sweat, pussy juices, and all. Which was 
the least she deserved, and the fitting conclusion to 
the services.

END

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