4 comments/ 65034 views/ 7 favorites I Swallow By: it_just_plays_out_before_me "I am very oral and I swallow," Liz said as my wife Jenna and I sat across from Liz and her husband John in a local restaurant, "but I won't do anything anal." It wasn't especially strange that the conversation had turned to sex, especially after sharing a few bottles of wine. Ever since we met Liz and John through our kids' sports teams, we've enjoyed frank and at-ease conversation. Over the years, we'd become good friends, but not close or best friends, and we worked to keep the friendship current by going out without the kids from time to time. So here we were, a couples' night out, in a booth at a very nice restaurant. It wasn't what Liz said, but rather how Liz phrased it that got my imagination going. She said, "I swallow" not "I like to give John head" or "I like to give John blowjobs" or anything that related directly to John. "I swallow" sounded more general, more inclusive. After that, I hung on her every word. "It's hard for me to give Tony a blow job," my wife interjected. "I have a small mouth and my jaw gets cramped, but I have to admit I like it when he plays with my ass." I turned and looked at my wife with a broad smile and raised eyebrows. We are not a swinging couple and I am sure that she wouldn't handle well the morning after a swing encounter. But, when she gets a little wine in her she does loosen up and in her words "does a little too much sharing". "I love it when Jenna shaves herself between her legs," I offered wanting to push the topic further. My normal voice is very deep and sexy and it only became deeper as I tried to keep my volume down. "It really drives me nuts. I love the feel of her smooth skin in my hands, how it feels when we make love, and I love to go down on her when she's just taken a bath and shaved smooth." I could tell Liz was getting turned on. She leaned in towards the center of the table and following her lead the rest of us leaned in with her, "I always keep myself completely shaved smooth and bare all the time," this time glancing directly at me unnoticeably for just a second. "I love the feeling of skin-on-skin and tongue-on-skin." We all leaned back and laughed and we eventually moved on to a different subject. "Smooth and bare", "I'm very oral and I swallow". These phrases kept swirling around in my head and as I stole glances at Liz that night, I started imagining what her smooth, soft, bare pussy looked like; felt like wet and puffy in my hand, slick and warm around my cock or being traced by my tongue. At this point, I was really getting hot under the collar and tight in my pants. Liz is what I would describe as a uniquely attractive and sharp looking woman. She has small and delicate facial features and kinky blonde shoulder length hair. She has a thin, small-breasted build that doesn't hold and distribute extra weight evenly and the little extra padding she has resides at her butt and thighs. She really looks great in a tight pair of jeans and a snug fitting top. She often wears small, rectangular, black-rimmed glasses, which give her a classic "naughty secretary" look. Liz is obviously conscious of her appearance and rarely goes out of the house without taking at least some time to make herself up. But what is most exhilarating about Liz is her intellect. She is a very sharp cookie and it is fairly obvious that she has the brains in her marriage. She is funny, and fast witted. I am likewise and when she and I get going, I can really feel not only the physical energy between us, but also our minds playing off each other in our own private tango. We finished our evening together "normally" by going to a local club, listening to a band, and going our separate ways. But for days afterwards, I kept envisioning Liz's smooth and soft pussy and imagining what it would be like with that sharp mind focused on giving me pleasure with her mouth and body. A couple of weeks went by. Saturday was a beautiful, warm spring day so I decided to take a bicycle ride. At 42 years, 6'1 and 170 pounds, I am fit, lean and modestly muscular and the biking and other exercises keep my ass and legs in particularly good shape. I'm a fairly avid cyclist and when I ride I wear the typical Lycra bike shorts and a tight, Lycra shirt. I feel handsome and sexy when I am dressed like this. I love the feeling of the tight slick fabric stretched across my body and I enjoy the turned heads and smiles from ladies driving by. My route took me by Liz and John's house and I found her outside washing the BMW. She was barefoot and wearing a nice pair of shorts and a sleeveless shirt. I coasted into her driveway and we started talking. We hadn't seen each other since our couples' night out so we had plenty to idly chitchat about. I was still perspiring and breathing heavily, not only from the 25 mile ride, but also from my fantasies about Liz that were streaming back into my head. As I stood there straddling my bike, I noticed her looking me up and down and once I think I caught her daydreaming and distracted from our conversation. She asked me if I was thirsty and invited me inside. As we entered I saw her young son walk by. He knew me from the team and we exchanged the typical grown-up to kid "Hi." He went down stairs to their basement and we headed toward their kitchen. We all live in an upper middle class area in Maryland, situated between Baltimore, Washington, Annapolis and the Chesapeake Bay. As one would expect, her house was beautiful inside and out, being tastefully decorated and well kept. We sat around the kitchen table and talked. I inquired where John was and she said that with all the kids' sports, she got some "alone-time" nearly every Saturday afternoon. John, Jr. was home that day because he had been sick and missed school on Friday. I tried to move the conversation slowly and carefully to our night out. I had to find a way to verify my instincts. Was she trying to send me signals the other night? Was she testing the waters? This was tricky. If I was wrong, and this was just harmless fun, then I could be firmly planting my foot into a steaming, heaping pile and threatening our friendship. What I said and how I said it would make all the difference. "Jenna and I really had a great time with you guys the other night," I said. "And to be honest with you, I thought it was all pretty hot. Some of the stuff you said in particular really got my motor running. When we got home, I convinced Jenna to take a warm bath and freshly shave and we ended up having quite the evening." I gave her a big grin. I thought weaving my wife in there at the end provided me just enough cover. She leaned back and looked directly into my eyes for a moment. I sensed she was sizing me up and thinking hard about what to say in reply. As she spoke, she looked directly into my eyes and slowly leaned forward. "Tony, you and I 'get' each other and so I'm going to take a risk and say something flat out. I know I can trust you, right?" I simply nodded. My heart was beating a mile a minute as she paused and took a deep determined breath. "John and I have been together since High School and I've played a couple times very discretely outside of our marriage. The things you said the other night excited me too and ever since then I've been thinking what it would be like to be with you. And seeing you in that tight cycling gear has only made those feelings worse." 'Oh shit,' I thought to myself. I felt my face go flush, my heart was racing and my dick was straining against my bike pants. My excitement was impossible to hide. "Liz, I have been imagining making love to you too ever since that night. I can't seem to get the image out of my head," I said softly. After a moment, she broke her gaze from my eyes and looked down toward the table. She started speaking through the table as if to someone unseen. "OK then, well NOW obviously isn't a good time with John, Jr. downstairs. Next week at Noon could work. The house should be empty." She didn't wait for my response. Her speech became excited, breathy and a little rushed as she looked back up to me. "I could leave the garage door open. You could ride your bike right in and close it quickly behind you. If the garage door is open and the door leading into the house is ajar, that could be the signal that the coast is clear. Would next Saturday work? Could you wear that outfit again?" I reached under the table and lightly touched her exposed right inner thigh with my hand and started tracing circles from the inside of her knee to just up and under the bottom of her shorts. This seemed to calm her slightly. She closed her eyes and took in a couple slow, deep breaths and regained her composure. Then suddenly, she shook her head, opened her eyes and removed my hand from her leg. "Shit. No. Stop. Not now. Save it for next week," she said. We both stood up. My cock had worked its way to the left where it could expand more freely. In my tight bike pants, it was plain to see as it pointed toward my left hip. She stepped toward me and with her right hand; she stroked me gently with her palm thru the slick, tight material. "Mmmm," she said and looked up at me with a smile. "Now you get out of here, before we do something stupid." And with that, she gave me a good grab and a little shake. I took in a deep breath and let out a sigh followed by, "OK. All right. Noon Saturday." I turned and walked out. I hopped on my bike and took the long way home, giving my hard-on time to subside. I made love to Jenna that night and another time early in the week. We had hot sessions that were being secretly driven by my fantasies of Liz during the day. After Tuesday, I left Jenna alone, which was just fine with her. I wanted to make sure I was "fully charged" for Liz on Saturday. Jenna has nowhere near the sexual energy and drive that I do, and she was satisfied to just go to sleep the rest of the week. What would Liz wear? I know what I wanted her to wear, what I'd fantasized she'd wear. What would she have planned for us? Planned for me? Knowing her, I knew she would think it through and fantasize about it just like I was doing. Saturday morning came. I put on my tight silk, male-dancer type briefs followed by my Lycra bike shorts, just as requested. On top, I wore a skin-tight, yellow Under Armor shirt directly against my skin. I jumped on my bike and headed for Liz's. When I arrived at noon, the garage door was open and only her car was on one side. Checking that the coast was clear, I rode straight into it. I saw that the door to the house was ajar, so I dismounted my bike and closed the garage door behind me. I walked directly into the kitchen where I was just one week earlier. I could hear soft instrumental jazz coming from the family room, which was one step down and to the left from the kitchen. As I turned the corner, I saw her standing in the middle of the room, smiling at me. She was wearing a teal blue silk robe, which fell to mid thigh and was tied at the waist with a matching silk sash. It had wide, shinny lapels and the front was embroidered with a Chinese bird scene. She wore high-healed shoes and stockings. Their living room and kitchen faced a wooded park area, which was protected from development and provided both openness and privacy. The entire back side of the house was all windows and the midday sun flooded the family room with daylight which backlit her silhouette. Without moving my gaze from her, I slipped out of my shoes. I removed my bike helmet and gloves and placed them on the kitchen table. I stepped down into the family room. "You look fabulous," I said as I walked slowly towards her. "Thank you, you look great too," she replied. When I reached her, I cupped her face with my right hand. She leaned her head into my hand and brought her left hand to the outside of mine. We kept ourselves far enough apart so that we could enjoy the full vision of each other as we stood there. I moved my hand back into her mane of hair, arching my fingers and scratching her scalp past her neck and ear as she let her hand fall and trace my forearm and bicep. She closed her eyes and rolled her head back and around in time with my movements. While doing this, I look my left hand and starting at her right shoulder, I let my hand drag along the outside of her right arm and down to her hand. On the way back up, I moved my hand to her waist and gently started rubbing her hip and side, enjoying the feeling of her womanly curve thru the silky fabric. I pulled her to me and for the first time our bodies touched. We looked into each other's eyes as we brought our lips together and started a series of slow and sensual kisses. Soon we were involving our tongues, first just a little but then deeper and deeper. Our tongues began to dance in each other's mouths as the kisses and our breathing grew more and more intense. At this point our hands were roaming and exploring each other's bodies. I was softly massaging her ass and waist and she was doing the same to me. I pulled away from her and took a step back, leaving us both softly panting for breath. I moved around behind her and started kissing her neck. She tilted her head back and to the side to give me full access to her neck and shoulder. Now my hands had more to play with as they started to trace the soft curve of her belly and chest thru the silky robe. Taking the ends of the sash in each hand, a gentle tug was all that was needed to have the robe fall open and unceremoniously drop to the floor. To my delight and surprise, she was wearing a full body stocking with an open crotch. It was of fine weave so her entire body was sheathed in silky smooth material. In the opening at the crotch, I saw what I'd been imagining. She was completely shaved and the milky white skin of her lower belly transitioned uninterrupted to form the mounds of her pussy. She looked tight and her lips weren't very pronounced. It was one of the prettiest pussies I had ever seen, and this is on a 40-year-old mother of 3! She quickly turned to me and pushed me backwards until my back hit the closest solid wall next to a bank of full-length windows. She turned again with her back now to me. She arched her back and with both hands she reached back and brought my head back to her neck. At the same time, she started slowly grinding her ass into restrained bulge. The smooth material of my bike shorts rubbing against the slippery hose stretched across her ass seemed almost frictionless. The simultaneous sensations and visions were incredible; her hands raking through my hair, my lips nibbling on her neck and ears, the subtle smell of peppermint from her shampoo, my hands tracing from her nipples down to the lower curve of her belly and then back up along her sides along the delicate arch in her back, and her ass gyrating against my cock. I took this opportunity to finally get my hands on her silky pussy. I ran my right hand down the center of her stomach and reached down between her legs. My middle finger rotated around her clit and along her slit as my other fingers light touched her smooth, puffy skin on either side. The feeling was unbelievable. She was so soft and smooth. My fingers felt alive, like they had minds of their own. As I teased her clit and pussy, she matched my motions with her own gyrations back into me. My aching cock was trapped downward between my legs like it was encased in a Lycra straight jacket. As I started to reach down to let it free to the side, she noticed what I was doing and stopped me by grabbing my wrist. She turned to face me and said, "Allow me." With that, she untied the drawstring of the bike shorts and literally peeled them off me inside out, revealing the little silk, mini briefs I had on beneath. She was now down on her knees and she looked up at me. She flipped me a smile then turned her gaze to the bulge in my shorts. She started teasing my cock thru the cloth with her fingernails, slowly tracing the length from the tip to the base and then under my balls then back again. She then quickened the pace and employed more and more of her hand until she was using her fingers and palm in long controlled strokes. All awhile, I was raking the fingers of both my hands through her scalp. She started to trace the elastic band in the front of my briefs, allowing her fingers to reach down behind the material and periodically glance my dick. She pulled the shorts off in one quick, deliberate motion. My cock sprang out and up, pointing to the sky (when I'm highly aroused, my cock almost touches my belly even when I'm standing.) She just stayed kneeling there for a few moments, staring at my cock and slowly tracing its length with her fingernails. "Tony," she said, never taking her eyes from watching her fingers tracing my cock, "we've known each other for quite a while and it's been a pretty long time since I've been with anyone other than John. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I know I am clean. Have you had any unprotected sex with anyone other than Jenna recently?" "No, I haven't," I replied. "It's been over a year since I'd been with anyone else in any way, and it was completely safe stuff. I know I'm clean too." "OK then, listen. I don't want to put anything in the way of us feeling and experiencing each other. I don't want to use condoms with you. I want to suck your dick and enjoy the feeling of your skin against my tongue and your cum filling my mouth. I want you to tell me when you're about to cum, because it really turns me on and I want to be prepared to take your load. Then later, I want to feel you inside me and I want to feel you cum inside me too." Oh, my god, I could barely believe this was all happening. I was so excited I almost came right there. It had been so long since I'd felt another woman's lips around me or felt the warm wetness of another woman's pussy around my dick or tasted another woman's pussy. I hadn't done anything unprotected with anyone except my wife in 20 years. If it were anyone else, I would have said "no", but I'd gotten to know and trust her and we both knew we'd be safe. Though I had a thousand thoughts in my head, a stammering, "OK," was all I could muster. With that she went straight to work. She started by licking my cock from my balls to the tip. She covered every inch of my member with her tongue and when complete, she stood up and led me, with dick in hand, to the couch. She sat me back on the large leather sofa, and then crawled up on hands and knees next to me. She took my entire length in three successively deeper thrusts. Each time just prior to pulling back, she locked her lips around me and sucked hard. The combination of her sucking and the natural suction caused by locking her lips as she pulled back was absolutely amazing. I could feel her engulf and surround me as her caved-in cheeks, tongue and roof of her mouth squeezed tightly together around me. Never in my life had I ever had such a fantastic blowjob. She continued this for a several minutes, taking me completely in her mouth, locking down and then twisting her head as she withdrew up my shaft. When I didn't think the sensation could be any better, she took her right hand and started to follow her mouth with her clenched, twisting fist while her left hand was gently squeezing my smoothly shaved balls. I have a small silky section on the bottom my sack, which is very sensitive. Instinctively, she found it and focused a couple of her fingernails on that area. By my reaction, she could tell she was hitting gold. This was all I could take and I started to climax. When I told her, she started to moan slightly and slurp and quickened the pace. I started matching her moans and motion with my hips and I started repeating over and over again, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming". I came harder than I had in years and as I did, she slowed her pace slightly but continued to suck as I filled her mouth with my juice. I could feel the back of her throat clenching as she swallowed all that I gave her. The head of my cock gets very sensitive after I cum and her continued action caused such an intense sensation, it literally brought my entire body into uncontrollable spasms of pleasure. I Swallow His Cum Warning, the following story contains elements that some readers may find distasteful. This includes sex involving bodily waste. If you find the above offensive, please read no further. I swallow his cum. It's our one rule, that every time, I swallow. Without knowing I'll do it, it's almost impossible for him to finish. He usually finishes in my mouth, but if he doesn't, I still have to swallow, even when he cums in my ass. I'm not the biggest fan of cum, but I've always been a swallower. With him, it was different though. He has some kind of fetish or something. He can fuck until he's raw and exhausted, but he can't quite get there without knowing it's going to be swallowed. He even has trouble getting off when he masturbates. So, I made my promise that I'll always swallow. Sex with Kyle is swallowing. And since I love him, I swallow, every time. We'd had a nasty fight. Probably the worst one in our relationship. We'd gone over a week without hardly talking to each other. I was worried that things were never going to get back to normal, and my whole world had paled. Every one of his angry glances, and each of his sullen silences stabbed me through. I fought back tears, and begged for forgiveness. I was sure that he was going to leave me. I was so stupid for cheating on him. I don't know what I had been thinking. He wouldn't even touch me either. I was starting to accept that he was never going to hold me in those strong arms again, caress me with his large hands, or slide his wet cock out of my body, and press it into my mouth. Then, earlier tonight, something changed. He didn't seem so sullen or angry. He seemed nearly as sad as I was. I was hoping that something had changed, and that maybe we could put all of this behind us. We were both sitting on the couch, on opposite corners of course, watching TV. When the show was over, and he clicked the TV off, I glanced over to him, and said, "You know... I'd do anything to make things right again. I'm so sorry, Kyle." He didn't say anything. He just sighed, and looked away. I tried to stop the tears, but they just came out of nowhere, gently rolling down my cheeks. I got up, and walked to the bathroom, hoping to get control of myself. I pushed the door closed behind me, and then sat on the toilet, letting my tears silently fall for a couple of minutes. I got control of myself, and remembered that I needed to go to the bathroom. I had needed to go since before the show started, and had been holding it all this time. So, I pulled my pants down, and sat back down on the already warm toilet seat. I leaned forward, and tried to relax. My reverie slips away with the noise. Just as I had started peeing, I hear the door. Kyle stands in the doorway. Although he's still dressed, his cock and balls are both pulled out through his fly. He's almost fully engorged, red and veiny, and is bobbing in the air to his heartbeat. He silently walks forward, and then stops, standing right in front of me. His cock is twitching, stretching for my lips, and just a couple of inches away. "I have to go to the bathroom," I say quietly, looking up at him with what I'm sure are wide, bloodshot eyes. "You said, 'Anything'," he says, and that's when it strikes me; something's changed. I don't dare refuse him. Things might finally be getting back to normal again. He brushes my hair back, out of my face and past my ear, and then his large hand grips me gently by the back of the head, as if to keep me from pulling away. Like I'd pull away from the only tenderness he'd shown me in a week and a half. He leans forward a bit, and the head of his cock brushes against my lips, glazing them with a glossy layer of precum. My lips part before the thought even crosses my mind, and then we're both moving at the same moment, and his swollen member is deep in my mouth. His musky smell is deep in my nose, and I take him over and over into my mouth. I want him to cum, but I also want this to last forever. With only a little surprise, I realize that I just want to make him happy. If he wants to fuck my mouth, my throat, and cum that like, it's alright. If he wants to fuck me first, that would be okay too. But the thought makes me ache below. My pussy's getting a little wet, but my bladder is about to explode. I pull off of him, and glance up again. "I... I need to pee." I realize that I'm actually begging. There's even a whine in my voice. I don't understand his slight smile, or the twitch of his cock. He doesn't respond, at least not verbally. I hold it, sensing that he wants me to, as he strips. I admire his broad, muscular body. After he gets done, he strips me too, leaving me sitting the whole time on the toilet. He slides his even stiffer cock back in my mouth, and puts his hand at the back of my head again. "Just sit there. Don't move. Don't... do anything." My lips are wrapped around his shaft, but I made a questioning noise, looking up at him. He just stands there, with his cock in my mouth, not moving, just breathing deep. I feel... something inside of him working, or trying to. It's fascinating. Like something straining and then relaxing, over and over again. His cock takes turns, going flaccid a little, and then getting more rigid again. I can feel his heartbeat pulsing in my mouth. Whatever he's doing, it's driving me crazy. My clit's pulsing, and my pussy's wet. All this strange teasing, after the longest dry spell of our relationship, is driving me into a frenzy. Even though I feel like I'm about to burst from needing to go to the bathroom so bad, right now, what I want more then anything else, is to have him thrusting deeply into me. He could put it anywhere, and I wouldn't complain. He sighs, and mutters something under his breath. I think I catch, the words, "...not working," but I'm not sure. He pulls out from my mouth, and I'm too worried to ask. Is he giving up? Has he changed his mind? Are things about to go back to the angry looks and silent treatment? Instead of answering any of my unasked questions, he confuses me even more, and takes both of my wrists in his thick hands. He pulls me up to me feet. My eyes go wide with unanswered questions, and I wonder if he's forgotten that I need to go to the bathroom. I clench up all down there, trying to hold everything in. He pulls me into the shower with him, and quickly spins me around. I squeal just a bit in surprise at the spin and push, as he backs me into the corner of the fiberglass stall with a hallow thump. He kneels in front of me, and starts moving his face toward my wet sex. "I... I just peed... I-I didn't get a chance to wipe..." I say, worried that he's going to be revolted by the taste. I normally worry about the taste anyway, but this was extra humiliating. "It's alright," he says, to my shock. "Just don't piss on my face while I'm eating you out. If you do... I'm going to punish you." My breathing comes faster, as I see that same little smile on his lips again. He's... enjoying this! How dare him, get off in some sick way to my embarrassment and humiliation. My pulse pounds harder, and it's about all I can hear, as he moves forward, and licks my wet pussy. I don't know what's worse... that he's enjoying my humiliation, or that I am. My hands find his hair, and I pull his face hard into my dirty pussy, grinding against him as his hungry tongue and lips lap up my wet, pissy, pussy. He's like a hungry demon between my legs, licking, sucking, and even biting, like he couldn't get enough of my dirty pussy. I let go of all of my worries, focusing in on just two things: my pussy, and trying to keep from going to the bathroom. The two feelings, felt together for the first time, mix together strangely. There is only the sensations of those things impending, both coming close, and me watching in an almost detached fashion, wondering which will come first. I realize that my hips are bucking wildly, and my hands are clenching wildly at his hair. I'm coming. I gasp, and cry out, as I feel my pussy clenches convulsively, trying to squeeze a cock that isn't even inside of me. I'm just barely holding against pissing all over his face or shitting. And he doesn't stop. Oh God, he doesn't stop. As the waves of my orgasm subside, Kyle keeps licking me, and I can feel a second, more powerful orgasm building. I don't care anymore if I piss on him. I just want the next orgasm. He doesn't let up, and he reaches up to grab my tits in his hands. He grabs them hard, painfully, like he knows I like it. It's suddenly like I'm being eaten alive, like he's devouring my pussy, and tits all at the same time. I feel his teeth on my clit, and I let go again. I don't even know how long I spasm, or how much noise I made. I'd slump to the floor, but something's holding me up. My tits and clit hurt good, and I just keep cumming. For a moment, I just go away. I am just floating by myself, unaware of any other existence other then clenching pleasure. Riding the orgasm, spasming over and over again, all I know is ecstasy and darkness. And sucking. My clit, feeling bigger then it's ever been, is being sucked like it's a little cock, and then there's a tongue flicking it, and huge hands are still kneading my tits painfully. And I'm pissing. Something holds me up, and all the pain goes away. Something pushes me into a hard corner to keep me from slumping entirely to the floor, and I sit on a hard little shelf. Piss is going everywhere, pooling up around my ass, flowing down my legs, and puddling around my feet. A large hand is cupping my sex. It pulls away slightly, and I can hear myself filling the hand with piss. Then there's a warm shock as the piss filled hand grabs a tit. Then it repeats the motion with the other tit. I become a little more aware of what's going on, realizing that I've just had one of the most powerful orgasms in my life, and I'm still riding the endorphin high from it, while I'm being bathed in my own piss. It's the nastiest, dirtiest thing anyone has ever done to me. I should be enraged or disgusted. Instead, I find myself sitting up under my own power, and arching my back. I open my eyes, and meet the next piss filled hand with a reddened tit. Kyle is kneeling between my legs. What piss isn't going on my body, what isn't pooling up around me, is running all over him. His face is drenched, and his hair is wet. He's got that evil smile again, and he's not even trying to hide it anymore. He lifts a pissy hand up to my lips, and pushes the fingertips against them, trying to push them in. With a pounding heart, I let him. I'm prepared to be revolted, but as he lifts his hand, to let the little bit of piss cupped in his palm pour into my mouth, I'm not. It doesn't exactly taste pleasant, but it's not too bad. It's sort of like cum. Not pleasant, but not too bad. It's a little salty, with a slightly pungent taste reminiscent of ammonia. I swallow. His other hand collects another handful of piss while I drink, and then he raises it up. He raises it to his lips, not mine, and then he drinks. He grimaces a little, probably like I did, and a vast feeling of love for him washes over me. My bladder nearly empty now, I slide down off of the shower's shelf, and kneel in front of him. I quickly wrap my arms around him, and he returns the hug. I kiss him long and deep, our wet bodies pressing together, and smelling of piss. After a bit, he pulls away, and says, "My turn to cum. And it's time for your punishment too." I just smile, and say, "Whatever you want..." He leaves me on my knees, and he stands up. I suck the piss off of his cock, and he pushes deep into my throat with nearly each stroke. I've long since gotten used to this, but it's still hard to breath with his thick cock sliding in and out of my throat. I let him throat fuck me for a bit, the whole time realizing that I'm not going to be able to hold my bowels much longer. I'm virtually pulsing down there, to try to keep from dropping a big stinking turd between my feet. He doesn't finish in my mouth, like I had thought he was going to. Instead, he pulls out, and tells me turn around, facing the corner. "I.. I still have to go to the bathroom." I mumble, facing him, and feeling my cheeks turn scarlet. I can't meet his gaze. "No biggie. We're already covered in piss. Now turn around." He reaches for me, to guide me into the corner. I can't even look at him, but I half resist as he turns me around. He uses more force, and I give in. My face is just an inch or two from the seat I had been on. The seat has a molded rim most of the way around it, and so the whole thing is still filled with piss. He nudges my mouth toward the little notch in the rim, where a little rivulet of piss is trickling out of the seat. "I have to go..." the whine is back, and even worse then before. "It's... not pee this time." I'm so humiliated, I feel like I could just die. I feel like I'm blushing all the way to me toes. My heart pounds, and I definitely know that there's something wrong with me, because I can feel my clit pulsing again. No matter how I feel about it, there's something about being treated like this, that turns me on. There's a long, pregnant pause, as if neither one of us knew what to say or do. I just sit there, on my hands and knees, staring at the pool of piss I'd left, and feeling my asshole contracting again and again, trying not to shit in front of my boyfriend. I can't look at him, so I don't know what he's doing, and I definitely didn't know what he's thinking. I can't tell if he had that horrible little smile again, or if he's looking at me like I'm the most disgusting thing on Earth. I'm not sure which would be worse. Things have changed all right, and not for the better. I start moaning as I can't hold it any more, and I feel my asshole expanding to push the first, hard turd out of me. Tears run down my face again in my humiliation, and then I feel it. His hand on the back of my head. He's pushing me forward, closing the last few inches to my pool of piss. I tense up all over with that touch, and I feel a turd get cut off, and fall to the floor between my knees with a little thunk. My tight lips touch the little stream of piss, and my eyes are clenched closed. Kyle kneels over me, his chest resting against my back, and his mouth next to my ear. "You said, 'Anything'," he whispers. I had. A shudder goes through me, and I open my eyes. I look to the side, and could sort of see his face out of the corner of my eye. "Yes. I said anything..." I prompt. "Drink," he says again. "We can go back to how we were?" "We can start fresh." I bend forward, and put my mouth back where he'd put it, and then open my mouth. As I do, I can't help but relax a little, and I feel my ass open back up as more shit starts to push out. I slurp up my pungent piss, swallowing every drop I get in my mouth, and I do it with a smile. He'd said we can start fresh. I muffle a startled scream when he pushes his cock into my ass. He's fucked my ass plenty of times before, but never when I was already full back there, or when I was shitting. It's like the first anal I'd ever had, or like loosing my virginity all over again. The searing pain, like something being torn and forced open, and this alien thing being pushed into me, is intense. I white knuckle the seat as he takes the first slow strokes in my full ass, and then everything starts to settle down. It still hurts, but not quite so badly now. He strokes in and out of my full ass, and I can smell my shit. I continue sucking up my piss, and eventually resort to licking the dregs up, as he continues to thrust in and out of me. Each time he pulls out entirely, more shit falls, and pretty soon, there's a pile between my legs. I can feel the thick stuff smeared on my ass cheeks, and all along my crack. I can feel it on my pussy. I think there might even be some in my pussy. This is definitely the most disgusting thing anyone's ever done to me. There's got to be something wrong with me for letting him do this to me. Even worse, is that this is turning me on. I've become his little sex whore. I'll let him do anything to me, and I won't complain, no matter how gross or humiliating it is. I imagine him making me piss in a glass, and shit on a plate, making me sit down to eat a meal of my own waste at Valentine's dinner, with all the good china and silver. I imagine him taking pictures of it too. And then, I imagine him making me rub my pussy with shit, and masturbating with it. Masturbating with a turd. In front of his friends. I grunt heavily, and pump hard against him, fucking him as hard as he's fucking me. I'm so fucking horny right now, imagining all of the horrible things he could tell me to do, and I'd just do it. Yeah, things have changed. I realize that I cheated because Kyle didn't treat me like a piece of ass, like a disposable whore. And now I realize that that's exactly what I need. It has to mean that there's something deeply wrong with me. But I've seen his smile, and whatever it is, it's wrong with Kyle too. He gets off on treating me like dirt. "I want to cum," I moan. I didn't even realize that I was going to say anything. He doesn't answer right away, but doesn't slow his fast fucking either. I don't pause. I want to cum again, but it's up to him. He holds my hips tight, and continues to fuck, but then says something odd to me. "Show me your shit." At first, I'm not sure what he means. But then I remember the pile of shit between my legs, and I reach a hand down to it. I touch the dark brown mass tentatively. It's warm. Somehow that surprises me. I want to recoil in horror, but with my fingertips, I pick up a warm, sticky mass of it. It's marbled and lumpy, like a crumbly cheese. It's pointed on one end, and seems to have been broken off at the other end. It's harder then I had imagined, but still somewhat yielding under pressure, sort of like putty. I lift it up to show Kyle, the turd in my fingertips, and only a foot or two from my face. "What is that 'Becca?" he asked. "...my shit." My cheeks were burning again, and the fire in my crotch was growing. "What are you going to do with it Becca?" I paused for a moment, my stomach fluttering in fear. What did he want me to do with it? He surely didn't want me to eat it, did he? Like in my fantasy? My mouth watered in anticipation of something terrible, and I felt my lips turn down in a grimace. What did he want me to answer? Oh God... "Answer me!" I didn't think about it anymore. I just blurted out the first thing that came to my mind. "Whatever you want me to!" "Good girl. Squeeze it in your palm." I did it. Oh, I somehow thought it would be more disgusting then that. It's still bad enough though. It's kind of slimy, despite the firmness. Too much pressure, and it just deforms. It made it smell stronger too. "Look at your hand." I do. I open my hand. It's covered in shit. Some of the kurds have flattened entirely, while others had burst open like a grape. There's unidentifiable little dark masses in it too. I suppose that's what they mean by "fiber". Bits had squeezed out between my fingers. It's disgusting, but somehow, it makes my pussy and clit yearn even more to be touched. I'm pretty close to cumming as it is, even with just the anal. "Do you still want to cum?" "Yesss...." I whisper, snakelike, in my humiliation. "Make yourself cum. Use your shit hand." Oh God. Now I don't want to cum. I don't want to touch myself with that disgusting hand. Besides, it'll give me a yeast infection, or worse. It could even kill me if I get a really nasty infection down there. Yet despite my too true thoughts, I watch in horror as my hand moves away, down toward my crotch. I moan, both in lust, and in half strangled horror, as I touch myself. This is so disgusting. This is wrong. I'm going to get so sick from this. But Kyle wants it. Kyle wants it. He... he's pulled out. He's watching me. With a loud moan, I feel my shit covered fingers push deep into my sopping pussy. A few quick strokes, and then they pull out, and start stroking my clit. Is that even my hand that's doing that to me? Surely, that must be someone else's hand. Someone else's shit covered hand. I Swallow His Cum The fingers are back in my pussy, and then on my clit again. Back and forth, they move from the hot warmth of my pussy, and back to my clit. Then there's a hand on my wrist. It's putting more then just the two fingers that I'd used into my pussy. There's three fingers, and they thrust gently a few times. Then there's four fingers. I'm feeling stretched down there, but in a good way. It hurts a bit, but I like it. I remember the teeth on my clit, and the hard squeezing hands on my tits. I like it when it hurts. I like it when he hurts me. I feel him trying to move my thumb, and then I know what he wants, and I just move it myself. I slide my thumb into my shit covered palm, and try to push it into my pussy. Oh God, it's not wet enough. It feels like it's going to tear me wide open, but the hand is still pushing into me. Kyle isn't helping, my hand is doing it by itself, trying to bury itself deep inside of me. Kyle's hands are there then, one pulling my hand out, and the other applying something soft and wet to my hand. Lube of some sort. The hand starts trying to violate me again, and I realize what the lube must have been. Piss and shit. He lubed my hand with piss and shit. And the whole thing just slide in me. God, I can't believe how tight it is. It feels like I could crush every bone in that hand by clenching my pussy around it right now. That's my hand inside me. My shit covered hand. Kyle almost makes me scream again as he pushes his cock back into my sore ass. I've never been this full before. I feel like I'm going to rip in half. He starts thrusting, and so do I. My orgasm's immense, and almost immediately. I feel the crushing pressure on my hand, and it feels like something in my hand gave and popped. I don't care about the pain. Not yet anyway. I've never came with a cock in my ass before. I clamp down back there too, and it really hurts. It's a dark, painful orgasm. It's a bit like the ones earlier, but darker, and more menacing. When it subsides, my hand is already out of my pussy, and on the floor of the shower. I'm limp, and sprawled out on the floor of the tub, writhing in my own shit, getting it all over my tits, legs, and stomach. Kyle stands over me, like a sculpted God, with a shit covered dick. As I come to my senses, l turn over, not caring that I'm getting shit on my back now too. He's sweating and panting like crazy. I'd swear that I could see his whole body shaking slightly from his heartbeat, and his legs are trembling from fucking me while squatting for so long. He steps over me, and slumps into the corner, sitting on the little built-in fiberglass shelf. "I need to cum." I turn over, and crawl over to him. His cock is covered in shit. It's not caked on it though. Just a thin little coating. I can sort of see the skin through the coating. I reach for it, and take the throbbing member in my shit caked hand. My... hand has a lot more shit smeared on the back then it did before, but a lot less shit on the palm and fingers. I wonder vaguely how much of the missing shit ended up on the shower-tub's floor, and how much is still in my cunt. The thought makes my sore pussy throb. I grab his cock, and gently pull his foreskin back. Eww... the foreskin was hiding a lot of little brown nuggets. I screw up my courage, spit on his cock to help clear the debris, and lower my mouth onto him. Huh... the taste isn't as bad as I thought it would be. I thought that I'd want to wretch right away, but it's not that bad. Not as good as piss or cum, but still, not like what you'd expect shit to taste like. It makes the expression, "Tastes like shit," seem to be overstated. I close my eyes, and just go down on him. Then I almost wretch. The taste... ok, it's not that bad, until it hits the back of your tongue. Then it's like... I don't know. It's just awful beyond words, beyond thought. Nothing should taste that bad. Still, I tightly clamp my hand closed, and I pump his cock with my shit hand, and suck on him too. I'm careful not to take him deep. I can't even take him into the back of my mouth, and taking him in my throat is just beyond anything I'd be able to do. Still, I'm encouraged when he starts to thrust into my mouth, and then it just gets wilder and wilder from there. My cunt's throbbing for attention again, and shit and drool are going everywhere as he grunts and plunges as deep into my mouth as I dare allow. I don't swallow anything. I just let everything run out of my mouth onto his shitdick, and let the drool and friction slowly clean his cock. He starts a deep, staccato moan, and then thrusts once, dangerously deep into my mouth, and starts shooting and shooting thick streams of cum into my mouth. He's never cum this hard in my mouth. I swallow as quickly as I can, but there's just too much, and a lot of it runs out of the corners of my mouth, down his shit stained cock, and pools up on his shit plastered balls. I swallow and swallow, finally sucking him nearly clean, and pull off his cock. I look down, and see the remnants of his cum on his balls and running down his crack. His eyes are closed, and he's still twitching, but he manages to croak out another command, "Swallow my cum." My heart pounds, and I can't help but be disgusted at what he wants, and wish that what I'd already done was enough. But without thinking about it, I automatically start to bend over him again, doing as he commanded. Once again, it's like I'm watching myself from somewhere else, as I use my tongue to lap up his cum off of his thickly shit coated balls. I suck up the brown stained cum, and my probing tongue lifts up chunks and sheets of my own waste too. It all ends up in my mouth. I pull his heavy balls aside, and get my face and tongue deep into the groove where his balls meet his thighs, and suck up the thicker, cloying fluid there too. When he stands to give me better access, I find myself licking all along the seam between his legs, and even up into his crack, my shit covered tongue even licking across his puckered asshole. I can't quite tell where his cum ends, and where my shit and piss begins, and so I just lick up any brown fluid I find. My mouth's full again. With an involuntary spasm that wracks me and threatens to make me vomit it all back out, I feel myself do it. I swallow his cum. Nauseous, and nearly sick, I sit on the shelf he just vacated, and try to control the gagging and heaving that wants to take over. I'm back in myself again, and amazed at what I did. I moan a protest when he shoves his semi-flaccid cock back in my mouth, but he doesn't pay me any attention. Like on the toilet earlier, he says, "Just sit there. Don't move or do anything." I find myself staring up at him with wide eyes, seeing my shit splattered across his lap and legs, in the creases of his knees, and smeared on his hands. One of those shit covered hands gently takes me by the back of my head, and I try not to flinch away from the feeling of the shit being pushed down into my hair, and onto my scalp. His cock starts up that weird straining and relaxing that it was doing before. I'm at a bit of a loss for the explanation, until my mouth suddenly starts filling with salty, pungent piss. He's using me, my mouth, as a toilet. I feel my eyes well up with tears again. He doesn't stop pissing in my mouth, and there's too much, flowing too quickly for me to swallow. I try to swallow it anyway, and the somewhat unpleasant taste thankfully washes away most of the taste of my shit. My tears continue to fall, and mix with the piss flowing out of the corners of my mouth, and down my shit splattered chest. It's hard to see through my tears, but I'd swear that he has that little smile on his face again. I do hear his whisper though, "Oh yeah... Cry for me. Swallow my piss, and cry." I do. I swallow and cry. And although I wish it wouldn't, my shitty hand reaches for my hard clit and wet pussy again. That part of me, whatever it is that takes over when I've had too much, is going to masturbate again, just like he wants. I don't know if it's that alien part of me, or if it's the real me, but somewhere, I suddenly wish that he'd take a picture of me, so I could relive this moment in full color, over and over again. His piss and my shit all over me, and my shit covered fingers deep in my pussy. Oh... Oh, God. It's got four fingers in now, and it's tucking my thumb. It's trying to get my whole hand in my pussy again. With a final searing pain, and a sudden feeling of moisture deep inside that might be my own blood, the whole hand is inside me. My wrist is against my clit. My hand is moving slightly, in and out of me, while my wrist rocks back and forth against my clit. I... Oh, God, I'm going to cum again. I Swallow She continued to suck and massage me for several minutes more until I started to go flaccid and she was able to extract the last drops left in my softening shaft. When she was satisfied her job was complete, she looked up at me and slowly crawled up my chest, leaving a path of licks and kisses until she reached my lips. We locked back into a deep passionate kiss. I was so appreciative of the intense pleasure she gave me, but all I could think to say was, "Thank you." She just looked at me and smiled. I slid from underneath her and allowed her to fall to her back onto the couch. Now it was my turn. I really enjoy pleasuring a woman and I started to layout my plan while I gently stroked her inner thighs. Though I loved the body stocking, I wanted to feel her bare skin against mine. I got up off the couch and removed my shirt and then I peeled the stocking off her shoulders, over her hips and back off her feet. I lounged back beside her and started licking the sides and underneath of her small breasts. I licked up the center of her breasts and started licking her nipples in long, drawn-out strokes, interrupted periodically by taking nearly her entire tit into my mouth. While I was working her breasts with my mouth, my right hand started its journey back down to her smooth crotch. She repositioned her ass and allowed her knees to fall apart slightly. I resumed the same motion that I had started when we were standing. Using my index, middle and ring finger, I started playing with her clit. First I would circle it, then flutter it quickly back and forth with all three fingers, and then back to long strokes down the slit, burring my finger and then fingers between her wet lips. The attention of my mouth started to wander south and when I reached her bellybutton, I stopped the massage with my hand and repositioned my body between her legs. I took a calf in each of my hands and reached my arms upward, stretching her legs straight up and slightly lifting her ass off the couch. I lowered the back of her thighs to my chest and lowered my body down on hers. With her legs still restrained under me, I resumed licking her stomach. I thrust and rubbed my chest into her clit as I slowly slid my body down her thighs and stomach until my mouth reached the top of her pelvis. I released her legs and took the backside of her upper thighs in my hands. I spread her legs apart and taking one long lick, I started at the bottom of her slit and ended circling around and above her clit. On the next lick, I went to the left focusing on her smooth, soft, puffy skin and ended just rounding her clit hood. The next lick was to the right with the same motion. I gradually quickened the pace and alternated left, center, right. I kept her guessing where and what I would do next. I incorporated breaks of differing lengths and blew on her lightly. Without warning, I would burry my tongue deep inside her or suck her clit deep between my lips. Her squirming and moans told me it was time to take her over the edge. I focused on her clit, sucking it up between my lips and tongue. When I got a good hold on it, I took a very deep breath through my nose and let out a slow, low, reverberating "hum". I have a very deep, powerful voice and when I hum just the right note, it sets off a strong resonation though my lips and mouth. I went back to licking and I quickened my pace further, now to more than 2 a second, with long, firm licks. She started to buck, but I still had my hands on her thighs so I was able to keep her just where I wanted her. As she came, I latched on to her clit again and gave her several deep loud hums, followed by quick, long licks, then hums again. This sent her quivering in intense orgasms as she came all over my face. She tasted different than Jenna, a little sweeter and a little thicker. The taste of her cum only excited me more and I continued to work her hard, providing her orgasms like a string of pearls. I brought her knees and thighs together and raised her legs over my head with my left forearm. This pressed her pussy together and I reengaged my mouth and tongue, but now my cheeks were buried into the fleshy, smoothness of the back of her thighs. With my right hand, I inserted first one, but then two and finally three fingers. I stared to pace and coordinate my hand thrusts and long deliberate licks. She came hard as she brought her knees up to her chest and rolled over on her side. After about 30 minutes of this and too many orgasms to count, my jaw and tongue were shot and in need of rest. It was my turn to work my way up her belly and then chest, ending at her mouth for more passionate kissing. In all the attention and excitement I hardly noticed (pun intended) that I was getting erect again. As I worked my way up her belly, my hardening cock dragged up along Liz's leg. After some kissing, she looked down, smiled and popped her eyebrows at me. She stood up and left the room, telling me that she'd be right back. Upon her return, I noticed a small bottle of lubricant in her hands. She kneeled on the couch facing me, straddling the top of my thighs. She flipped the top off the bottle open and dripped a stream of cold lube on my cock. I jumped a little and whimpered in false protest. She flashed me a wicked smile, laid the bottle to the side, and started working me with both hands by twisting them in opposite directions while she went up and down my shaft. With this treatment, I was fully hard again in no time. I grabbed her and rolled us both with a "thump" onto the floor. I moved her so that she was on her one hand and both knees, with one hand still working on my cock and the other holding her up. I knelt beside her. While she continued to give me a great hand job, I reached over and grabbed the lube bottle and poured an ample supply down the crack of her ass. I reached over her back and started to massage her ass between her cheeks and just playing a little with her asshole. "Remember, I don't like anything in my ass," she reminded me. "I know, I promise I won't go inside. Trust me I think you'll enjoy this," I replied. She stopped her protestations and relaxed as I worked my hand and wrist up and down the crack of her ass, stopping periodically to quickly flicker the tip of my middle finger in and out on the boundary of her asshole. I directed her to lay on her stomach. I laid on top of her and let my bare cock glide up and down between her well lubed ass cheeks. She clenched her ass in rhythm to my movements. Periodically I would let the head of my dick press upon and barely open her asshole, but I never fully penetrate it. She let me know she approved and enjoyed this sensation by her moans and gyrations, as she beckoned the head of my cock back with her ass movements. I pulled back and in one, slow stroke entered her smooth wet pussy. I had no idea that she would be so tight and so smooth. When I told her how good she felt, she said she did pussy exercises every day. I buried myself deep inside her and held myself pressed against her ass as I felt her kneed me with her strong pussy walls. It felt like a tight soft fist, squeezing me up and down my cock. We fucked in this position for a while and then she pulled away, turned over and pulled me back inside her. I held my body up with one arm and I curled my other arm beneath her lower back, pulling her ass up off the floor up toward me. With this freedom, she started to grind into me on my thrusts as she wrapped her legs around my waist and interlocked her ankles. In this position we were getting depth and maximum clit stimulation at the same time. Our rhythm quickened and deepened and I came inside her as she climaxed. I collapsed upon her and we lay there for a moment trying to catch our breath, our bodies wet and sticky from cum, lube and sweat. I continued to stroke my cock inside her slowly and would periodically surprise her with a deep hard, grinding thrust. She came softly one more time before I went limp for the second time. We looked at the clock and it was approaching 2 hours since I arrived and our time had nearly run out. Her husband and kids would be returning in about 30 min's and she had to shower, straighten up and try to get the smell of sex out of the living room. After cleaning off quickly, I got dressed, gave her a long hard kiss good-bye, and rode my bike home. That was nearly 8 months ago and we've had several couples night out since. We haven't gotten together again, but we have managed to steal 30 seconds alone here and there in hallways, bathrooms or wherever for groping, teasing and quick tongue wrestling. I can't wait to see what the new spring will bring. NMB its_not_my_business_but (comments and feedback welcome)