It looked like my materialized fantasies. Alarmed by her words about the fact that everyone can use the toilet. Despite the emotional tension of the events, I remembered that her friend Julia would now come to her. Now I was not only excited by the test that lay ahead of me, but also began to fear him. It's one thing when you are lying on the couch, imagine something similar, and quite another when it happens to you in fact. I thought that, as a last resort, I could always leave if it became absolutely unbearable. But, I immediately realized that I would not leave in any case, as she promised that I would never see her again in this case. Knowing her character, I had no doubt that it would be so.

I spent about five minutes in the dark and in silence with such thoughts, when I suddenly heard a doorbell. Probably, up to this point I did not clearly understand, or did not perceive, that Julia would come now, and I am in a somewhat strange position and in a rather strange role. I felt a surge of adrenaline into the blood, as if from a sudden fright. And I thought - "Is Lenka really going to do it?"

Meanwhile, the noise from the corridor moved to the kitchen, and I tried to listen to the conversation. With difficulty I was able to make out a few phrases.

- Always knew, but not so much!

- Uncomfortable.

- What are you ashamed of?

- I cant! I'd better go!

- Stop doing that! He himself wanted it! It will be useful for educational purposes!

- Yes, I can not!

- Then we'll talk.

Five more minutes passed, only muffled voices were heard from the kitchen. And suddenly, I heard footsteps, a light came on in the toilet. I felt my heart try to jump out of my chest and I just felt hot. The door opened, Lenka appeared on the threshold, she went to the toilet, closed the door behind her, turned her back to me and to the toilet. And all this was done with complete peace of mind, as if there is no one here but her. In spite of a complete mess in my head, I somehow remembered her words about what position I should be in and leaned back so that my neck was lying on the toilet and my head over the hole.

Lenka made a movement of the hips from side to side, lifting the narrow skirt, then lowered her panties, put her legs on either side of me and sat down over the toilet and my face.

- Open your mouth!

From excitement, I really forgot to do it. I opened my mouth, and she sank down and pressed her gap to my open mouth. Seconds 10 nothing happened, perhaps she could not start writing because of the unusual situation. I gently began to lick her tongue crack, but she ordered

- Do not!

After another 5 seconds, I felt a slow trickle flow from it. It tasted slightly salty-bitter. There was nothing unpleasant about it; on the contrary, the feeling that Lena was using me in such a way as her toilet was just fantastic. Then the jet became stronger, and my mouth was completely filled with her urine. I tried to swallow, which was not very easy in this position, but I managed to do it and my mouth began to fill up again. This time I started to swallow when it was not full, and it turned out to be much easier. I swallowed two more times, and Lena stopped writing.

- Wipe your tongue!

I obeyed and began to lick her crack. She sat on me for another five seconds, then got up and began to wear panties. I looked at this ass, the ass of a man who just used me as a toilet and I liked it, I wanted her to humiliate me even more, even more.

Lena put her skirt in place, then turned to face me, looked at me, still holding her head over the toilet, grunted and left the toilet. For another 10 minutes I was sitting in complete darkness, hearing only the tinkling of dishes coming from the kitchen.Then I again heard approaching steps, and now, not waiting for the door to open, I leaned back and took a position over the toilet. The light came on, then the door opened and entered the toilet: Julia. Of course, I knew with my mind that this could happen, but, probably, I didn’t feel it to the end, I cannot explain anything else that storm of emotions that flashed through my head when I saw it. She came in, looked at me with her head over the toilet, and began to lift the long skirt she was in. She lowered her panties and lifted and gathered her skirt in front of her. She did all this, facing me. Then she turned around, stood up just like Lena before her — legs on either side of me and started to sit on me, while looking down between her legs, as if searching for a place to sit. Just like Lenka, she pressed her crack to my already open mouth, but she sat down not so lightly as that, but with almost full weight, or it seemed to me that she was full. After that, she, unlike Lena, immediately started writing and a strong jet of her urine flowed into my mouth, which tasted more salty than Lena's. Remembering my previous experience, I did not wait until my mouth was completely filled, and began to swallow almost immediately. Since she was obviously not holding back, she wrote very quickly, and I had difficulty swallowing. But, nevertheless, I managed to swallow everything without spilling, not a drop. When she finished, I remember Lena, wiped her tongue crack.

I expected her to immediately get up, but she continued to sit on me and I began to lick her. I started licking her labia when she stood up a little and moved so that I could reach the clitoris with my tongue. I quickly began to lick it quickly and felt like her vagina, which was above my nose, began to moisten. I licked her minutes, probably 5, when she began to twitch convulsively over me and making a not very loud, but not very quiet moan, came to an end. After that, she started to get up, but then, as if remembering something, sat on me again, just in my mouth with the vagina. I realized that she wanted me to wipe off the grease that came out from her. I tried to shove my tongue as deep as possible into it, and then, licked up the remnants of grease that remained within the reach of my tongue. After that, she got up, wore panties and straightened her skirt out of the toilet.

To be continued