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I guess we had all dozed off, laying there on the cool grass. The next thing I remembered was being awoken by the sensation of fingernails gently brushing the length of my cock. My eyes opened to the sight of the girl lying next to me, curled in a fetal position. Master had taken up residence behind her and had her face inches from the girl’s creamy little bottom. She was teasing the girl’s pink lips with the very tip of her tongue. Master and I made eye contact and she paused for a full 2 seconds, giving me an ever so slight smile then resumed waking the sleeping girl with butterfly kissed along the length of her smooth slit. As the girl awoke, she rolled slowly onto her back and parted her legs, spreading herself inches away from Master’s face. I was getting hard watching this unfold and I admit wishing the girl was my own pet. The sight of her soft petite form was mesmerizing. Master sat up and looked at me then the girl and said “That was lovely. Have my pets had a nice nap?” As if one, we simultaneously nodded which seemed to give satisfaction to Master. She knelt before us both and affirmed “We must go now. But first I need to use the little girl’s room.” With that she lifted her skirt revealing a puffy puss… a little bud of a clitoris barely peeking out between her lips. A trimmedlanding strip of brown hair, rather straight and soft looking for what I would expect, graced her slit like a crown. Master spread her knees while kneeling 3 feet before us and started peeing on the grass in a way that said she had relaxed every muscle in her body. The girl and I sat motionless, staring at Masters beautiful pussy. When the stream slowed to a trickle and eventually stopped she instructed us “You both will need to know how to clean Master when she pees.” Looking at the girl, she ruled “You first.” As the girl crawled forward to meet the droplets clinging to Masters thighs, she was taught “Gently, slowly as to not create a stir. But, be sure to lick all the drops away.” My eyes were now glued to the girl’s glistening lips, poking out from her thighs as she knelt doggy position while cleaning our Master. After a minute or so she commanded “Very good. Now let your brother finish.” The words ‘your brother’ for some reason had given me a reassuring feeling. Tagging us this way seemed to place us as belonging to Master and at the same time, belonging to each other. Yes, this was role play but this new twist lent a warmness to our mission. At least that’s how it hit me and I hoped strongly that it pulled my co-pet ‘sisters’ feelings the same way. We traded positions, me taking Master by the back of her thighs and giving a few licks from her clit upward to the top of her slit, where her tuft of hair lie. Master praised me “I see you are well blessed with these talents as well. There is one more thing that Master needs and I will now teach you your first trick.” With that she took my index finger and pushed it deep in her mouth, licking and thoroughly wetting it. She took it out and guided it between her lips and steadily into her sticky wet hole, deeply until my palm rested against her mound. “Master needs to be massaged from her inside” she pled, swaying from side to side. I massaged slowly but quite firmly, flicking the hard spot deep inside her vagina and retreating every few strokes, rubbing her sticky juice in circles around her swollen clit. I think I learned my lesson well because Master met my motions with her own, increasing our pace until she tensed all her muscles and coated my entire hand with her white sticky solution. She stayed motionless, my hand inside her, until she caught her breath then ordered “Now we definitely must go.” We all stood and were led by our leashes back to the villa. Master tells us “Stay”, drops our tethers and speaks a few words to the host. We are recovered and led to the driveway where we are escorted into a sky blue limousine. Winding down the narrow road we arrive at the beach and walk through the sand toward the waves lapping at the edge. Master spreads a large blanket and we all sit on it. Then she carefully removed my clothing then the girls clothing, folding it neatly on the blanket. She placed a box and opens it to reveal an assortment of fruits and cheeses. We silently enjoy the refreshments then Master breaks the silence with “My pets surely have to pee by now.” This was phrased more of a question than a statement so we both obeyingly nodded. Master apologized“I would be remiss if I did not properly potty train my lovely pets. Let us take some time to do that now.” With that she stood and took the girl by her leash, ordering “Come, Sis.” She led her to crawl about 5 feet off the side of our blanket then circled behind, spreading Sis’s legs slightly. “Now you may pee.” She did just that. Master sat in the sand behind her and put her hand in the warm stream of pee, rubbing it between her fingers. When Sis had finished, Master brought her back and took up my leash. She led me, crawling, with the command “Come, Boy.” (We now had names… Sis and Boy. It felt good). When I reached the wet spot on the sand from my sister, Master said “Your little Sis left this. Would you like to sniff it?” I wasted no time touching my nose to the wet sand. It was very difficult to avoid getting an erection but I knew I mustn’t do that lest I get in trouble for not being able to pee. Master knelt down behind me and took my ankle, raising it up and out to the side. I instinctively started peeing forcefully as Master put her palm in the stream and began playing with my loudly splashing urine. When finished she licked our mixed pee off her hand and wrist then led me back. She now produced a metal bowl and bottle of water. Filling the bowl she instructed us “You pets must drink plenty of water. That is the only way we will be able to drill you two on your potty lessons.” We both leaned down, our faces sometimes touching, and lapped at the cool water. My sis looked exceptionally coy yet sexy as she licked up the liquid. Master, seeing how I looked at her, said “Awww, you two really love each other. I think you should express that love in the most intimate way you know. I will watch and guide you when you need it.” Master pulled Sis into a doggy position and then me behind Sis. She laid down next to us and led my cock to Sis’s pussy lips, which were now glistening with just a hint of sticky wetness. Master skillfully slid my stiffening member slowly up and down the length of Sis’s swelling slit. With each stroke I could feel Sis pushing back to meet my cock’s motion. I could also feel her wetness growing to the point where the entire area between her thighs was sticky and was beginning to make slurping noises with each of Masters strokes against it. When she felt we were ready, Master pulled me forward by my penis and pushed it deep into Sis. She felt so wet… so warm… so open and wanting. As I fucked her doggy style, Master slid herself up underneath us, pushed her skirt up and satisfied herself with two fingers thrusting in and out while her face was directly under Sis’s pussy, as it drippedour combined fluids on Master’s face. We all orgasmed loudly and nearly at the same time. When Master started to come, she started feverishly licking Sis’s clit as I furiously pumped deeply in her. It was an orgasm like I had never known. It was one that I never had even imagined possible. I would come to associate this magical sexual explosion with the beach every single time I would go in the future. -to be continued-

My first assignment… How exciting. The envelope had my plane tickets and all the instructions I would need. I was swooped away by limo then plane then limo. Somewhat exhausted from the ride, I was shocked back to full consciousness by the sight of my accommodations. The limo pulled in the mosaic drive and before me stood a majestic stone villa, perched on the edge of a seaside cliff. A striking lady greeted me as I exited the car. Wait! It was the hostess from both my interviews. My heart skipped and my cock engorged, thinking I may have been brought to this little slice of heaven to be her personal toy for the next days. I had some dreams and fantasies about this knockout of a lady. She welcomed me saying “Great to see you again. You are the last to arrive. My husband is serving cocktails to our guests right now. Your arrival means we now can deal out the party favors.” As she spoke she reached around my neck and loosely fastened a yellow leather collar. “Good color for you” she winked playfully. She placed her hand on my shoulder and guided me in the front door and through the house. We exited the rear onto a huge terracotta patio complete with a large bar and swimming pool that seemed to hang off the edge of the cliff over the long drop to the ocean. There were 2 men and 2 women seated on chaises. I recognized my previous host as the man behind the bar mixing cocktails. Near the edge of the pool were 3 quite handsome men and 3 very attractive ladies. They stood like statues and all wore leather collars like mine, each one a different color. I was motioned to join their line and I did just that. As the host mixed then delivered cocktails to his guests, his wife gathered up a half dozen leather leashes – each a unique color. She announced that she would now distribute the party favors and that the gifts would be pets for each guest’s personal use. She handed each guest a leash then gestured toward us. The guests approached and started attaching their leashes to our collars. A stunning, slim brunette walked up to me, holding not one but two leashes. After snapping the yellow leash to my collar she pulled me down the line to an impish little thing of a blond girl, and matched her orange leash to the girl’s orange collar. The other lady guest was left holding two leashed “pets” – one girl and one guy. One male guest held a young lady on a leash and the other man held a dark skinned man on his leash. The host announced that we were to be obedient to our masters and in turn they were to be loving and caring to us. He implied that we all, pets and owners, were there to attend to each other’s needs and wants. As I was taking in the beauty of my new master, she stepped close and squeezed my semi-hard cock through the fabric of my trousers. Then she stepped sideways and took the imp girl by her neck and planted her lips passionately on the girl’s lips for a long kiss. She then motioned toward the trees adjacent to the patio and gently tugged our leashes to get us moving toward them. She guided us both in front of her onto a grassy trail between the large, old trees. When we reached a clearing near the cliff she stopped us. She wrapped a hand around each of our waists and whispered “You two look cute next to each other. I would like to see how you play together.” With that she pulled us tightly to each other, turning us face to face. “Play, pets. Play while master watches. Master loves to watch her pets play.” I held the blonde’s waist with both hands and gave a long wet kiss, mimicking what my master had done. The girl kissed back, long and hard. I licked my thumb and forefinger then unbuttoned her blouse part way and massaged her petite red nipple as I kissed her neck and gently bit her ear lobe. She showed her approval by unzipping and swinging my now hard cock out into the daylight. As we played I noticed our master had made herself comfortable sitting sideways on a large fallen tree. I reached under my co-pet’s dress and tucked the hem under her belt, exposing a gorgeous tight little behind and a pussy bright pink from its recent shave. It was then that I saw our master slide her hand up her own skirt and start rubbing her thigh. She had kicked her shoes off and I was mesmerized by watching her toes writhe and wiggle as she got more and more aroused. I toyed with the girl’s firm little bottom then teased her nether hole with my index finger. She lurched a little from the surprise but then purred and pressed backward against my hand. I sat her down on the tree, next to our owner. I lifted and firmly planted her ankles on the tree trunk, spread widely. Our master was now obviously thrusting her finger or fingers in her own pussy, although it was covered by her skirt. It didn’t matter. It was extremely hot. I knelt in front of my co-pet and made large circles with my tongue around her entire outer lips. As I did, master quizzed the girl “Doesn’t that make you want to pee? I know it does when I am licked like that.” The girl took on a somewhat shy look and master reassured her “It is fine to pee. I’m sure he wants to taste you.” She slowly gave in and peed just a bit as I kept circling her whole puss. My eyes were far enough away to see the pee drops then little trickle leave her heavenly little slit. With each trickle, I followed it and licked it off. She saw my arousal from licking her pee and playfully gave me these little drizzles over and over. Without realizing, I had my cock in my hand and was pumping forcefully. Master had now slid off the tree and knelt beside me, taking the task of stroking my cock while she stared at the girls seeping pussy. Master then yanked my face off the girl’s pussy and rammed her mouth against mine, shoving her tongue in as far as it could go. All the time she was bouncing up and down violently, fucking her own hand. She pushed my face away and attached her lips to the girl’s pink slit. Pulling away for an instance, she commanded the girl “Do it!” then pulled the girl’s wet hole against her mouth with a hand tight around her waist. The girl obeyed, relaxing and peeing a steady stream against the woman’s open mouth. Master now looked like she was convulsing, jumping up and down on her hand until she moaned like a wolf and collapsed on the grass in front of us. I had taken back the job of stroking my cock as master had lost the ability to do it. The girl leaned forward and took my cock in her fragile hand and with 3 gentle squeezes, made it gush on her hand. -to be continued-

Easy, spyware... a fantasy and no more... life is a fantasy...

Rumble…rumble… rumble… The sounds these trains make is annoying yet somehow hypnotic. The lights flashing like cheap disco strobes… at least at night. Yeah it’s not just night. It’s almost the time when you can’t legally call it night anymore. We sit bouncing, swaying, eager to get home. Me? Cleveland’s the name. My partner here is Tiffany. Husband and wife of oh… 4 years last month. High school sweethearts then separated for different colleges only to meet back up and wind up married and working for the same advertising firm. That’s no accident. We both were go-getters through school and the reason we work together in this firm is to steal as many contacts as we can so we can open our own firm and destroy these cutthroats we work for. We are a good looking couple… not much different than we looked in school. The brown haired, long-legged lady with the buff looking sandy haired gentleman. Well groomed and refined looking. We both spend time at the gym and do what we must to be the first chosen when appearance may land an important contract. As we sit, I glance at Tiff’s reflection in the window. I want to fuck her badly but that’s one part of our life that has been stifled now by our career and other goals. I want to slip my hand under her dark business skirt and make her wet with passion. But I can’t… My ‘day’ dreams are cut short by the conductor who asks for tickets then goes into a story that neither of us wants to hear “Don’t know why they added this car. Hardly anyone’s on the whole train. They never use this car anymore. You will have this luxurious vessel to yourselves tonight. I’m certain of that.” Finally, he leaves and we get back to… well nothing worth mentioning. A few miles closer to our still far away destination, a blond girl makes her way toward the back, where we are seated. Looking of college age, she is very attractive as she sways grasping seat after seat to steady her walk. Her dress, although looking a bit wrinkled, highlights her firm c-cup looking breasts and a tight, perfectly shaped ass. Below the hem of her barely enough dress, her legs are sadly covered by thick black tights. I would have enjoyed her parade considerably more if she would lose those stupid, childish tights. Taking us by surprise she crudely plops herself down in the rear facing seat across from us. She does this with quite a bit of commotion. She blurts out “OK if I sit here?” “Of course” replies Tiffany. The girl kicks off her shoes and crosses her legs in a wide spread Indian position, with the heel of her foot pressed against her crotch, hiding what would be out in the open if not for that foot. She bounces as the train sways… not from the train’s motion, she is just bouncing slightly in her seat. With every oscillation, her foot rubs a little against herself. I am trying to watch this without the girl or my partner seeing and the sight is making me a little hard. The girl, lacking any filters, again blurt out to us. “You guys are a cute couple. You are a couple aren’t you?” We nod. The girl smiles at me then turns to Tiff and smiles at her. “I’m Hailey.” Tif smiles almost chuckling, and I don’t say anything. It is getting a tad weird. “You guys need more fun in your lives. You know that, don’t you?” Again… no answer. Hailey uncrosses her feet and slides forward on her seat. She shocks us by placing one foot between Tif’s knees on her seat and the other between mine. It is crystal clear now that the girl has no panties on. She sports cleanly shaved pussy lips with a little tuft of silky fine light brown hair above it. She got my attention and apparently my wife’s also. Tiffany did nothing to resist or thwart the intrusion. We both just stared in the girl’s eyes in disbelief. The girl now starts rubbing the insides of both our thighs with her stocking covered toes. We both silently gasp and our breath quickens. Then Hailey asks “Do you guys remember how to have fun? Cuz I do.” With that she abandons her seat and advances to ours. She takes a peculiar position where she is kneeling with a knee between Tiffany’s thighs and the other between mine. My thoughts have gone straight to “Yes you apparently do know how to have fun” but I remain silent. She unbuttons Tiffany’s blouse then guides my hand under her bra. She tutors my hand in a circular motion then after about 10 seconds, pushes Tif’s bra up exposing one breast. The girl takes my thumb and forefinger to her mouth and licks them, then places my two moist fingers on my wife’s nipple. I take heed and start massaging the nipple and Tif’s chest starts gently heaving, not being able to conceal her arousal. The girl slid forward, touching my crotch with her knee. It makes me shudder a little. She quips “Ooooo” then retreats an inch and tests the feel of my crotch with her hand. “There is a nice cock in there. It should get more exercise though.” Her hand leaves and she replaces it with her knee once more, this time swaying left and right, causing just enough friction on my balls and cock to get my blood pumping. Suddenly she freezes and says “I’m sorry. You have to pee.” I actually had been ignoring the building urge during the ride. Confused I silently thought “How did she know?” “I know things like this” the girl said, as if I had asked out loud. With that, she got off us and picked up an empty plastic coffee cup of the floor. She knelt in front of me, unzipped my trousers and pulled my member out through the opening of my boxers. I allowed it. She reached over and took my wife’s hand and guided it to encircle my cock. She held the cup under my cock, holding Tif’s hand around it and nodded. I asked “You’re kidding?” She assertively replied “Trust me. She will like it.” With that I stopped holding back my urine. I peed as Tiffany’s eyes were glued to my cock. Tif gently squeezed my pole repeatedly which gave it a really nice feeling. My wife was acting like she very much enjoyed holding my peeing cock on a train as I emptied myself in a cup. When I ran dry the girl took the cup to the window, opened it and poured my pee out. She went to Tiffany and apologized “I’m sorry. You have to go too and I have completely ignored you.” Tif recoiled “No! Not here. Not on this train!” The girl raised her index finger to Tif in the universal gesture for “wait.” She then put that finger between her own thighs and peed a few drops on it. She put it to Tiffany’s lip and told her “It’s OK. It’s just pee.” Tiffany opened her mouth ever so slightly to let it in then shook her head ‘no’. The girl assured her “It’s fine. He will like it.” Tif succumbed and allowed the girl to bend down and slide her black panties off. Hailey then pulled Tiffany’s hips forward so her pussy was exposed at the edge of the seat. She knelt before my wife and guided my hand around the cup. With the girl’s help I tenderly slid the cup just under my wife’s overheating pussy. Tif had a few second of pee shyness then gave in and filled the cup. I watched, wishing my lips were the recipient and not this Styrofoam cup. I had never tasted Tif’s pee nor played and water games but at this moment I wanted her pee to pour all over me and splash in my throat. The girl removed the full cup and tossed the pee out the window and dropped the wet cup on the floor. Returning to our seat she squeezed between us and placed one hand each on our very happy but urge-filled organs. She looked at me and approvingly said “Yes. It is a very nice one. I bet it can make her squirm and shiver.” Then she looked in Tiffany’s eyes and said “You are very warm and tight. I’m sure this can do wonders for him. You two should be pressed against each other thrusting passionately. But first, I see one of you must be dried off a bit.” As she spoke I noticed Tif rubbing her thighs against one another and that turned me on… a lot. She took Tifany by the hand, stood her up and bent her forward against the end of the seat back. She raised my wife’s skirt and tucked the hem into her belt, exposing my wife’s lovely taught ass. Tiffany gasped “Oh my God. What if someone comes?” The girl assured her “It’s worth the risk. He will like it.” She guided my face between Tiffany’s spread thighs and I took the hint seriously and began licking her lower lips and alternately wiggling the very tip of my tongue on Tif’s little pucker of an ass hole. Tiffany slid herself back and forth, accentuating my motions and came hard, oozing a small stream of sticky liquid on my tongue. As the train slowed into a station, the girl stood me up and unfurled my cock from my trousers. As she pulled it toward Tiffany’s ass my wife complained “We can’t do this here. People may come aboard.” The girl responded with “He doesn’t care and neither do you. You will both like it.” I agreed pleading “Tiffany. She has been right every time. We both want this.” With that I rammed my hungry cock in Tif’s pussy as the girl backed up and watched approvingly. I dug my fingers into my wife’s waist and pummeled my throbbing hard cock into her over and over. We came in a fury then our knees gave out and we landed in a pile on the seat. When we regained our senses, the girl was nowhere around. At that point we did not care as we lay panting and quite satisfied. Our recovery was cut short by the arriving conductor. Tif hastily pushed her skirt into place and covered my still extended cock with a magazine. The conductor told us what we already knew… we would arrive at our stop shortly. We asked him if he had seen a blond girl. Confused, he said “Blond girl? There are only three others on the train and none are a blond girl.” Equally as confused I blurted out “Hailey?” The conductor assumed a look of understanding as he said “Oh! You have seen Hailey?” He glanced around at my wife’s panties on the seat, the spurt of cum on the chair back, the cup on the floor with a little puddle next to it. He said “Yes. You saw her.” He explained “Some years back a group of students rode this car back and forth to the city. They returned after their wild times and continued the craziness all the way home. Right here… in this car… The car has been removed and is rarely used anymore… only when we need the capacity.” “Hailey was striking and she was a firecracker… a real wild child. The whole gang worshipped her and seemed to exist just to do everything with her. One evening she left the car for maybe the rest room. That’s the last they saw of her… at least til they found the body on the tracks. The police ruled it as a drunken accident and no one was held accountable but it was such a shame to lose such a vibrant and beautiful young thing like Hailey.” He shook his head and then told us “I’ll give you two some privacy to get organized. Have a lovely evening.” With that he left and we straightened our clothes and disembarked at the next stop. We don’t know if we actually saw this girl or if we conjured her while peeing, petting and fucking on a public train. We have no idea of how many others were actually in the car with us as we did all this. Fact is we don’t care. We won’t take that car anymore if it’s there, just in case we unknowingly had put on a show for strangers. I do know this though… my wife and I have a sex life now that rivals the most successful adult film stars. For that, we are forever indebted to the phantom girl Hailey.

Waiting eagerly

No Im not sure Yes I do

I dont understand

BWAHAHAHA

I would pay to see my version in the theater. The original I waited to come on Netflix.

and my rendition was not only more believable but more entertaining

Many of these belong in the Musee d'Orsay

HAHA indeed. I plagiarized the plagiarization. And I enjoyed doing it. Confession - have a little thing for Jennifer Lawrence who seems to share some things with all here.

Morning light in Panem found our heroes boarding a train for the capitol. They were apprehensive as well they should be, of their unraveling fate. They knew these games, as did everyone in every sector. But this time was their time… their time to fight… their time to stalk and be stalked… their time to bring death to all others in the game… most likely to bring it to each other. They did not speak during the ride. Katwiss sat with head low. Her deep set dark eyes showing the fear and uncertainty that accompanies this ‘honor.’ Her long brown hair covered most of her pretty, innocent face. Across from Katwiss, her co-competitor Peena sat sideways on the seat, his lean, muscular body twisted to not look anywhere but out the window at the blur that whizzed past them. As they neared the Capitol station, Katwiss whimpered “I have to pee.” Peena soberly piped up “Not a good idea. You may need it later. I don’t trust those bastards.” She nodded in unenthusiastic agreement. They disembarked and were whisked away to prepare for the opening ceremony. After being transformed into the charade that the Capitol conjured up, they were led to the balcony overlooking the center square. Thousands lined the square and were overlooked by the peacekeepers on their perches. Below the balcony was a raised stage where the other 22 tributes stood. Katwiss strode out onto the balcony in a dark jumpsuit, alive with artificial but convincing flames. Just behind her came Peena, cloaked in a studded leather warrior’s armor. Soon followed President Yellow Snow and his slimy entourage. Snow raised his hands and the crowd stifled their every sound. He addressed “Good afternoon citizens. On this eve of the Hunger and Thirst Games, I would like to introduce you to two very special tributes. May we all welcome Katwiss Everpeein and Peena Longarc. They hail proudly from district 12. Let’s hope they can make the district proud this year.” The crowd cheered for a solid minute then was quieted by a cue from one of Snow’s henchmen. Snow gazed up and down at Katwiss’s flames and said snidely “Hopefully you fires will not be doused.” He then rattled on and on about the importance of the games and the rules, while everyone tuned his words into a monotonic blur. As the ceremony wound down unceremoniously, Katwiss let a few drops of pee escape her overloaded bladder to land on the tile in a silent vow that she would return to slay the despicable President Yellow Snow. It went unnoticed, except by Peena, who knew the meaning of the rogue puddle below her flaming figure. At night, Katwiss lay pondering, questioning… how can a game of death bring life to the districts? How can our twisted evolution transform something as innocuous as our urine into a weapon capable of killing or inducing severe burns on those it lands on? These were indeed the strangest of times she had known. As the first birds sang… before the sky brightened with morning sun, she and Peena awoke. Laying on the cold ground in the woods, the had been obviously drugged and carried there. Katwiss pled to Peena “I really have to pee.” Peena stroked her cheek caringly and returned his plea “Please don’t pee yet Kat. Your pee is too valuable out here. I only have so much and there are 22 others who would love to spray their pee on us to kill off all but themselves.” With that, Peena leaned over and kissed Katwiss between her thighs through the fabric of her jumpsuit. She stroked his head behind his ears. Katwiss knelt up and removed all the arrows from her quiver. She undid the zipper of her suit which went all the way from the top front to the top back, essentially separating her pant legs at her puffy little pussy lips. One by one she guided the tip of each arrow to touch the bottom of her pussy and rationed exactly 3 drops of her pee onto each now-lethal arrow tip. Peena tested the spring loaded zipper of his suit to ensure that he could have his weapon out and ready to kill or burn in an instant. Zipped, loaded and ready, they stood and walked through the woods with the utmost care. They motion was soon frozen by the sounds of others talking quietly. They ducked behind some thick brush and readied their weapons. As the two approached Peena leapt to the path and with cock already out and fully charged, sprayed a lightning fast jet at both the tributes’ faces. One competitor gasped and fell straight to the earth, convulsing for a few brief seconds before ceasing movement. The other managed to run about 10 yards, flailing all the way before she dropped like a stone that had been tossed of a cliff. They took very little time to enjoy their victory as the commotion would surely draw others. So they took to hiding as four other tributes sprinted past – the boys with their dicks out and ready. When they had past, our two heroes re-emerged. As they did they heard screams from the group that had just passed them. Obviously a temporary alliance, this group must have turned back on their allegiance and by the sounds, peed one boy and one girl to death to move themselves closer to the crown. Peena remembered a narrow path along the river, hemmed in by a cliff above. The two decided to take the long climb to the top and wait for others to possibly traverse the river path. It paid off in short time with 2 boys carefully sneaking down the path, looking back and forth like scared animals. Katwiss quietly unzipped and aimed her pussy with the precision of an archer. She shot two quick spurts and hit two targets – one on the shoulder and the other on the back. Both spasmed and fell in the river. Their bodies stopped moving in less than five seconds. On the way back down they spotted a girl squatting gracefully, peeing on the ground furiously. The poor thing must have been holding her pee for a half a day. As her stream wound down, Katwiss walked up with her suit already unzipped and against the pleas of the girl, she parted her legs and sent a half second pee against the girl’s chest. The effect was immediate and Kat and Peena were a little closer to surviving til the end. The encounter with the mutated dogs was terrifying. They came out of nowhere and surprised our two. Katwiss pulled herself into a tree and Peena, who was too far away, disappeared into the woods. One dog left, following Peena while the rest stayed. Oh how Katwiss wished Peena would be OK but her only recompense was that the dog returned and she had not heard any struggle or screams. Katwiss stayed in the tree while the dogs waited for her to descend. In an hour’s time, a handful of tributes came down the path and were startled by the four legged mutants. They fought them off as best they could. There was gnarling, screaming, peeing and thrashing for a few very long minutes. When the commotion ended there were dead dogs and dead tributes on the ground but three tributes remained alive and the rest of the dogs had run off. One noticed Katwiss in the tree and they all tried to climb up and kill her. Katwiss unzipped and sprayed a wild stream of pee which dispersed among the leaves and became a wide spray of droplets that burned the pursuing tributes. They ran off, presumably to find water to quench their burning skin. Before climbing down she noticed an orb hanging from a branch and retrieved it. She jumped to the ground and went off in search of Peena, who she found with some difficulty. They survived the daylight and as they made a makeshift camp an announcement came over invisible speakers from that scumbag Yellow Snow. His words were “We have decided that this year there can be two winners of the games.” Katwiss and Peena’s jaws both dropped as they stared in each other’s eyes with relief. Peena remembered the orb she found and opened it. It had a vial and a note that read “This vial contains a potion that renders urine harmless to those who drink it.” Katwiss was in disbelief so they thought they should test its effectiveness. Katwiss knelt before Peena and unzipped his suit. She pulled his cock toward her and told him to pee in her hand. He gave her just a few drops but there was no burning… no pain whatsoever. Peena with cock still dangling, knelt down and unzipped Kat’s suit. She peed about an ounce in his waiting hand. There was no pain. Peena put his cupped hand to his lips and tasted what was the sweetest thing he had ever had on his tongue. He had not been able to touch his tongue to pee since as long as he could remember. Both removed each other’s suits and they lay on the ground naked - kissing, stroking, petting, touching, entwining. Kat straddled Peena who was lying on his back. She took his cock and commanded it to pee straight in the air, where she let it rebound off the back of her throat before running out of her mouth and onto both their bodies. After, Peena hoisted Katwiss’s legs above her and stood with face between them. She obligingly peed straight up into his eager mouth and he gargled with the pee with open mouth, letting it drench them both with the sweet warmness. After completely emptying themselves on each other Kat lay with legs wide open and Peena thrust his very engorged tool deep inside her until they both shook and collapsed in orgasmic ecstasy. They awoke to the dawn and had almost immediately had to defend their lives. Two tributes were coming up the path at the exact time. Katwiss and Peena had forgotten the antidote they drank and engaged the battle by spraying morning pee on the two as they peed back but it could not kill our heroes. As the two attackers became lifeless the siren sounded. It meant the tributes had been narrowed to two survivors, and they should return to the gathering point. Return they did, their victory being broken by Snow’s latest announcement that the rule had been changed back and the games would resume until only one tribute survived. Katwiss, almost at the gathering monument screamed “SNOW!!! I WILL KILL YOU. WE WILL PLAY TO ONE MORE DEATH BUT THE FINISH MUST BE AT THE CAPITOL ON YOUR BALCONY. AND YOU MUST BE PRESENT.” After a minute, Snow agreed with an understated “We will allow that.” A golf cart arrived in a moment and whisked the couple away to Snow’s balcony. With the two standing alone in the center, Yellow Snow joined them. Katwiss and Peena, being in excellent physical shape, jumped up on two pedestals that supported Peacemakers. Timed perfectly, she unzipped, he unzipped and they doused the guards who fell to their deaths in a split second. Katwiss gritted her teeth as they both aimed toward Snow and yelled “Death is what the games want? The games can have YOUR death as we piss you out of your miserable existence. End this game NOW and we will let you live to see another.” Snow, being heartless but not brainless, summoned the remaining guards to escort our couple safely to their districts as he made excuses to the rapidly angering crowd. The curtain falls…

Fantasies... that’s what it’s all about. And if I brought out any in you or any other readers, I am delighted.

Chapter 4 yes. Very good indeed