5 comments/ 75220 views/ 5 favorites Annette and the Professor By: Dexicreon I I was sitting at my desk trying to decide the right wording to use for an assignment for one of my classes when I looked up to see Annette come in to my room, her smile wide, with full lips framing her teeth. Her short blonde hair looked uncombed, but that added to her overall beauty. "You're having a good day, I see." I stood up as she approached me. "It's always a good day when I see you, Mr. Dexter." She came up to me and gave me a strong hug. She always hugged me whenever she greeted me. I had always hoped there would be more than just a hug, however. Her brother Art and I have been having a regular sexual relationship for several weeks, and I was hoping I would have the same opportunity with her, but something always prevented that from happening. "Do you have my recommendation ready? I'll need to get it in the mail tomorrow with my graduate school application." As I reached into my briefcase to get her recommendation, I noticed she was taking a sheaf of papers out of her book bag. "What're those?" I asked. "The applications require some essay assignments on my goals; it's about as bad as the undergraduate application essays I had to write when I was in high school. I have no idea how to start, so I'm hoping you can help." "Like giving you ideas?" "Well, yeah." "Or like writing it for you?" I chuckled at my own lame humor so she wouldn't misunderstand me. "Oh, god, if you could, I'd kiss you." On that last thought she blushed, but my thoughts were not on the lips under her nose but the lips below her navel. She snapped me out of my perverted reverie when she said, "I'm sorry. I spoke on impulse." "No need to apologize. I speak on impulse often, and you can probably remember every time in class and out of class I did it." "Yeah, but you're funny when you speak on impulse," she replied. "Yours was charming, the kind that someone could easily fall in love with," I responded. She blushed again, and then began to lay her papers in neat stacks on a couple of student desks. I was standing in front of her, and as she leaned over, I could see down into her blouse. I took the opportunity to fill my eyes with the beauty of her well-formed young breasts not quite filling out her oversized bra cups. The freckles on her upper chest added to their exquisite beauty. I also noticed that her small nipples were hard. All too soon she stood up straight, and we got down to business discussing the relative merits of the various topics. We talked about which essay topic would work best, and I told her to come by tomorrow afternoon so we could polish it up. After she got her papers together and started out of the door, she turned and gave me a hug. Then she kissed me on the lips. Even though it was closed-mouth kiss, it was still a kiss on the lips from a beautiful young woman. My fantasies went into overtime. I knew I would be lovingly masturbating my cock several times this evening. I was already hard. II It had been a long day. I was tired, and all I could think about was a nap. I put my feet up on my desk and leaned back in my chair. I loved that high back on my chair--just right for that mid-afternoon nap "Mr. Dexter?" "Huh?" "It's me . . . Annette. You asked me to bring my essay to you this afternoon." I was suddenly aware that I had been sleeping. And not only that, I had a piss hard-on. I could see the obvious tent in my trousers, and I'm sure she could also. I removed my feet from my desk and tried to sit up with as much propriety as I could. But with someone as beautiful as Annette, it would be difficult to do. I had this overwhelming urge to pull my pecker out and beat it into a frenzy and pump my jism all over her face. But propriety prevailed. We went over her essay together, correcting problems, getting meanings correct, and setting the proper layout—with a tumescent penis in my trousers trying to escape. We were almost finished. "Annette, I have to use the restroom. I'll be right back." "I might as well go, too." Fortunately for me, she left the room before I got out of my chair, which solved the problem of the protuberance sticking out of my trousers. In the restroom, I had to drop my trousers and my briefs all the way down. I wouldn't be able to piss by merely opening my zipper and pulling my cock out. My erection was stiffer than usual. I wanted to beat off and then pee, but I figured I had better get back. I was finally able to let fly my build-up of urine. It was an incredible relief. My ardor abated, and I returned to my classroom. I had no sooner sat down at my desk when Annette returned. She seemed as relieved as I was, and she sat down next to me. "Mr. Dexter, may I ask you a question? It's kinda personal, but you're the only person I know who would give me a straight answer. I don't dare ask my parents, especially my dad." I looked at her blankly. "Okay. I'm listening." "Last weekend I gave my boyfriend a blow job. And I swallowed." I tried as best I could to maintain my composure, although if I had held my pen any tighter, it would've snapped in two. "And? . . ." I was looking at her eyes, which she had turned down, away from me; then she looked back at me. "I asked him to do the same thing to me, but he refused. He said girls stink down there. You would know about these things because you're older. Personally, I like the smell of me from down there." "First of all he's a jerk. You don't need a boyfriend like that. Second of all, you should have refused to do him until he had done you. When a boy is horny, he'll do anything sexual; he'll even eat your asshole. If he's horny enough, he'll even drink your pee. However, once a boy comes, his ardor decreases--in short, he's no longer horny." "But do we stink down there to boys?" "Good grief, no. I'll even prove it to you." "Prove it? How?" She gave me a blank look with those questions. "When did you shower last? Now be honest." "Yesterday morning." "But you wore clean panties today, right?" "Yeah . . ." "You've peed several times today?" "Yeah . . ." "Did anything sexually arouse you to the point where you felt yourself get wet down there?" "In my philosophy class I was day-dreaming about sucking my boyfriend off. I did enjoy the experience of doing him." "Now I'm going to ask you to do something for me, and bear with me on this." "I know what you're going to ask," she said with an impish grin. "You do, huh?" She reached into her handbag and pulled out her panties. "You want to smell the gusset on my panties, don't you?" She brought it up to her nose and smelled the gusset, and then she gave it to me. I took a deep breath, and the odor was an intoxicating aphrodisiac! Sweat, stale pee, and female odors filled my nostrils and my imagination: I got erect instantly, and my pants tented out. Annette put both of her hands on the tented protuberance of my trousers. "Eat me," she whispered, and she put one of her hands on the back of my head and pulled me toward her face. Her other hand massaged my erection, still trapped in my trousers. She kissed me with a frenzy, her mouth wide open; her tongue did an obscene dance with my tongue. She squeezed my erection with an unusual strength. We broke our kiss. She was standing up now, while I was still seated. I reached up to her blouse and slowly began unbuttoning it. "I hope you don't mind, but my boobs are small, and my upper chest is full of freckles." "I know." "Huh? How do you know?" "When you bend over every time you wear those loose blouses, you don't think for a minute that I didn't look, did you?" "I was always hoping you did. It always excited me thinking that you were admiring my body." "By the way, your freckles make your boobs look cute, just like the freckles across your nose." She assisted me in removing her blouse. I pulled the bra straps from her shoulders and slowly and gently pulled her bra down. "You could've unhooked it, you know." "I know, but I enjoy wanting to savor this moment. I love the sight of small breasts." I pulled her unhooked bra further down her body. As soon as her nipples appeared, I glued my mouth to one and fondled the other with my hand. She wrapped her arms around my head and mashed my face into her breasts. The warmth of her body added to my excitement. If I were younger, I would've come in my pants—twice if I were a teen-ager. "Oh, god, that feels so damn good! Now eat my pussy before I go crazy!" I let go of her breasts and rubbed my hands along her flat, tight belly. Then I unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down, with her panties, to her ankles. Her pubic hair was matted flat, but it was plentiful. The outer lips of her cunt were tightly closed; no inner lips tried to peek out. From the top of her pubic mound to her thighs, it was a straight line, a cleft that bisected the treasure to be discovered. The mons veneris--the mountain of Venus--I thought to myself when I brought my face into her bush and took a deep breath. I pulled her outer lips apart to savor the sight of her small, damp, pink inner lips opening like a flower. I brought my face in to smell the mixture of sweat, stale pee, and natural female odors. I pulled away and said, "Annette, get on your knees facing the wall, and put your hands on the wall for support. You may have raise yourself up a bit to accommodate me. I'm going to put my head under you and between your legs, and I'm going to eat your pussy and asshole and clit until you can't stand it." With a bit of adjustment, I managed to get her cunt and my mouth aligned. But she stopped bracing herself on the wall so she could lean back and watch me. She rested her buttocks gently on my upper chest. With her fingers she pulled her pussy lips apart. The inner lips again unfolded like the blossoming of a fragrant flower. The fragrance was heady, and the flesh of her inner folds was wet. "I love to play with my clit while I watch with a mirror. Sometimes I'll even pee on my fingers. I love to watch myself pee." I still had my clothes on, and my hard-on was aching for relief. I think she could tell I was having a problem because of my squirming. She reached back and rubbed the bulge in my pants. "I'll free your penis and drink your cum after you've satisfied me down there with your tongue." I glued my mouth to her entire vulva, and my tongue was everywhere. Annette was in the spirit of things, because she was moaning out of control. "Are you horny enough that you would let me pee in your mouth?" I released my mouth from her cunt and gasped, "God, yes!" and resumed my oral attack. "It's coming!" Her pee came in torrents into my mouth, but I managed to drink it all down. It was hot and salty. When she finished, I brought my tongue to her asshole and thoroughly rimmed her. "Oh god, oh god, oh god," she squealed. At that moment I brought my tongue to her clit and sucked hard. She gasped loudly and rolled off me. "Oh, my god, I've never felt anything like that! Even when I do myself with my fingers, it doesn't feel that good." When she regained her composure, she helped me get up, and then she undressed me. As soon as my cock sprang free, she sucked on the head, applying strong pressure with her tongue and lips. "Get on your back and close your eyes." I did as she told me to. She was silent for a moment; then I realized what she was up to when I felt my cock slide into the hottest, tightest, wettest cunt I have ever felt. "You can open your eyes now." "Hell, I'm going to cum. I can't stop . . ." The words were hardly out of my mouth when she pushed herself hard onto my now-erupting cock. As my last spurt ebbed, I said, "I came inside you. I thought you were going to suck me off." "I never said I would suck you off. All I said was I was going to drink your cum. And I'm going to do just that right now." She lifted herself off my now-deflated cock and brought her body over my abdomen. I watched as my cum oozed out of her well-fucked cunt. As soon as she was satisfied most of it had run out, she got off me and kneeled down at my side and leaned over and lapped up all of my spilled cum. "See? I drank your cum, as I said I would." Annette was full of surprises. She leaned over again and put my soft cock in her mouth and sucked my cock lovingly. "I realize that I won't be able to get you hard again today, but I want to do you another day, and you can do me. So I'm going to get going. Neither of us can linger here too long like this." "Well, put your pussy on my mouth so I can clean it off before you go." "Good idea," she said, as she lowered her cunt onto my mouth. III "Hey! I got my college yearbook pictures back today! D'ya want one? I even have an extra special picture of me for you." I had been entering grades into my computer, and I needed the distraction. I swiveled my chair around, but she had gone back to the door, locking it shut. "No one's around, and the front office is closed. The custodians are out back on a break," she said as she approached me while she unbuttoned her blouse. "Yeah, they tend to take fairly long breaks. Well, let me see your pictures." "Here's my yearbook picture. I even wrote something nice to you on the back." I stared at the picture. The photographer captured her beauty well, and there was a hint of sexuality to her pose, with her tight garment protecting her beautiful breasts, which seemed as if they were trying to escape. "Do you like it?" "I love it; it's beautiful. Thank you so much." I turned the picture over to read her inscription. Dearest Alphonso, You are my first real love. Your loving kindness and gentleness will be the greatest memories I will have of you. I love you so very much. Annette. I looked up at her and smiled. "I love you, too. So very much, in fact." She unhooked her bra and leaned closer to me. Her right nipple was at my mouth, so I ran my tongue over it. She pulled my head into her breast and moaned softly. "Eat me, and drink my pee." I pulled away from her. "What about the other picture?" "Eat me first." She pulled her jeans off rapidly. She stood in front of me in her panties. She reached inside of her panties, made some movements, and then pulled her hand out to my nose. "Is this the fragrance you want?" "Absolutely!" "Then lie down. I'm going to sit on your face and pee in your mouth. She sat on my face so that her rosebud anus was at my nose and her mouth was on my cock. I opened my mouth wide, and true to her word, her pee gushed into my mouth. I had to swallow rapidly, but there wasn't as much of it as I thought. She removed her mouth from my cock. "I was in my philosophy class, trying to hold my pee for you, but I couldn't hold it. I left the class to pee." In response, all I did was mumble; I had a young pussy on my mouth. I wasn't going to waste it on inane conversation. I must have been on the mark because she let out a low moan and trembled. Her fluids coated my tongue, and the musky smell of her vagina filled my nostrils. I could feel her sucking the head of my penis and manipulating my foreskin at the same time. I knew I wouldn't last long. Maybe if I silently recite all of the characters' names in Virgil's Aeneid it would keep my mind off my cock and slow down my desire to cum. But to no avail: I could feel my scrotum drawing my balls in tightly. In a matter of a few seconds I shot my semen into Annette's mouth. She kept my cock in her mouth until I was completely soft. She turned around and lay on top of me, kissing me soulfully. "Ready for another round?" "Annette, I'm almost forty; I need time to get my energy back." "A half an hour?" "How about two hours, at my house. You and Art both know where I live. Now, what's this other picture?" She got up and reached into her book bag and removed a manila file folder from which she pulled out a large picture of her completely nude, with her pussy lips in the "split beaver" mode—I could see her inner lips. "Art took it with his digital camera and printed it off on our inkjet printer." "Very nice. I will frame it and hang it in—let's see, my living room? Perhaps my kitchen? She scowled at me and said, "In your bedroom, facing your bed so it's the last thing you see before you go to sleep." "I'd rather it be the real thing I see before I go to sleep." "I'd love that too, but right now let's get dressed and get the hell out of here." Annette and the Professor Ch. 02 Annette and I had made arrangements that she would come to my house in two hours. I had specified my pool area in the back. We could still enjoy the remaining sunshine of the day. I went out to my patio to enjoy the ample sunshine with a cold Pepsi-Cola and wait for Annette to arrive. There was no reason to sit with a bathing suit on, so I took it off. I love the freedom of being nude, and it gives me access to one of my favorite hobbies: playing with myself. "Mr. Dexter!" I was jolted out of my reverie by Annette's voice. "Mr. Dexter! Alphonso!" It was Annette at the entrance to my patio. I forgot that I had locked the door. "I'm coming, Annette." "Gosh, I hope not too soon!" She laughed at her own double entendre. As I let her in, her attire was entirely informal: loose jeans and an oversized dress shirt. She was also carrying a grocery sack that appeared to be filled. "Let me guess," I said, "it's your father's shirt." "And my brother's jeans." She looked at my nudity and the beginning of my erection. She looked right at my erection and said, "I missed him, and he seems happy to see me. So, when in Rome . . ." She began to disrobe. "No, let me. I find removing clothing to be a sensual part of making love to a beautiful girl. It makes me hard, and I hope it makes you wet." Before I did anything, I kissed her, and her response was enthusiastic: our kiss seemed to suck the air out of each other's lungs. When we broke from the kiss, I pulled the shirt up over her head. I was ready to pull her bra down, but she interrupted me. "Use the clasp; it's easier." "For you perhaps; I'm a complete maladroit when it comes to brassiere hooks. I have always been a klutz with bra hooks." "Whatever," she mumbled. "Shut up and kiss me again." On the next kiss her nipples hardened in my hands, so I very lightly ran my index finger around the areola, avoiding the actual nipples themselves. "Oh, god," she murmured, "you send chills down my spine." I got on my knees to remove her jeans, but they were held up by a necktie, which was used as a belt. "Let me guess," I said, "it's your father's necktie. At least you didn't tie it into a knot." When I slipped her jeans down, her style of underwear set me off-balance. "Let me guess," I said, "it's your father's underwear." "No, it's my brother's—Art's. His boxers make me feel horny, and if I need to scratch or finger myself, I have this neat slit in the front to allow for easy access." "Indeed, you are a kinky young lady." "Well, that's because I'm hooking up with a kinky old man." "Thirty-nine isn't old; sixty-four is." "You are kinky though, aren't you?" "We never stop being kinky—even at sixty-four. Now I have to smell you, and it's a fragrance I can never get tired of." "Tell you what," she said, "let's arrange these plastic cushions out so that we can stretch out on them in a comfortable sixty-nine. I want to suck your cock, and I want you to ravish my pussy and asshole with your tongue. After you did that to me earlier today, I have been thinking of nothing else." "In that case," I replied, "you're going to miss me when you go to graduate school." "What if I told you I applied to a university that's really close?" "Where?" "I'll tell you later. Get on your back. I also came here for a swim, so I don't want to waste time on conversation." I knew she was teasing; her smile gave it away, but I was eager to get my mouth on her naughty bits. And I, too, wanted to get some swimming done. Because we were in the sun, both of us were coated in a light sheen of sweat. I lay down on the cushions, and she positioned herself on top of me in a proper sixty-nine. The sheen of sweat enabled us to move freely; in fact, it was erotically slippery. She took my cock in her mouth and almost began sucking on it while I was parting her pussy hair for better access. "Alphonso . . ." "Yeah?" "Do you know that I hate that name?" "I figured; most of my friends hate it too. My friends call me Al. My high school buddies used to call me Weird Al." "Am I your friend?" "Of course you are, and my lover. Call me Al, or call me by any endearing name you want. Just don't call me Late For Lunch." "God, that was lame. Your jokes in class are much better than that." "Uh, Annette, I have to pee . . ." "So do I, but I don't want to get up." "I don't mind if you want to pee. The cushions are waterproof, and the concrete payment won't be damaged by our pee." "You drank my pee today . . . after all, turnabout is fair play, as the cliché goes." "And I'll do it again anytime you want me to. I love all of you." "That's sweet, but I want to drink yours, too, and for the same reason." I was hard, and I had to piss; with her rubbing my penis and sucking on the glans, I was sure that my urinary flow would be anything but predictable. I tried to relax and concentrate on her pussy and asshole. The way she was positioned at my face, I had easy access to the perineum; to get to her anus or vagina would have required a little stretch, so I tongued her perineum thoroughly. As I did so, she broke contact with my cock, and my need to urinate overcame me. "Holy fuck!" Annette screamed. Then I felt her mouth on my cock as I pissed. I just wish I could watch what was happening. Then her waterworks poured forth! I put my mouth on her vagina, but I was missing most of her pee as I felt the rivulets run down my neck. Both of us were lost in the mutually obscene urinary bathing, but it was over quickly enough. We both up sat on the pee-soaked cushions and laughed and hugged each other's wet bodies. With our pee-soaked faces we kissed each other lovingly and deeply. "Let's go for a dip in the pool," I suggested. "Let's. Race you to the other side." "OK, but you'll win." "Why?" "Because I have this somewhat erect cock that will slow me down. It will be a terrible drag in the water, you know." "Quit yer damn bragging. Besides, I'm not going to let you get off until I'm damn good and ready for you to get off. In the meantime I expect you to get me off plenty." After swimming and playing in the pool for the next two hours, we got out for a rest. We sat in the lawn chairs in the shade. My erection had not diminished at all. "So, what's in the grocery sack you brought with you?" "Things." "Such as?" "An extra change of clothes and clean underwear." "That's all?" "Um . . . no, I have some shaving gear." "Shaving gear? What are you going to shave? Your legs are as smooth as glass." I rubbed her legs as I spoke. "You're going to do the shaving," she said. "Not my goatee!" "My bikini line. Actually, my entire pussy." "But why me? I like pussy hair. It adds character and odor. Besides, yours is blonde. Not too many of those around, you know." "Well, I can't ask my mother. My friends tell me to use a mirror. And I won't use a depilatory cream. Ever read the ingredients on depilatory cream? If it contains two or more words that are unpronounceable, it doesn't belong on anyone's pussy, especially mine." I gave it some thought and made my decision: "OK, I will do it—reluctantly--but you have to get everything set up. I will fetch whatever you need, however." Soon she had everything ready, including towels soaking in hot water. "We'll do this on your kitchen table; I will lie down on it, and you will be seated comfortably so you can shave me." She got on the table, and I sat facing her cunt lips, which were slightly parted and very damp. I was so hard and horny that I wanted to stand up and ram my cock deep into her cunt and cum hard. But decorum prevailed. "How should I start?" This was going to be a new experience for me. "How ever you want." I knew what I wanted. I was seated at my kitchen table with a cunt facing me, and we eat at kitchen tables, so that is precisely what I did. I ran my tongue along the outer lips, between the inner and outer lips, and into the soft flesh inside. Her clit can wait; I wanted to savor the taste, the wetness, and the fragrance of her. Then I pulled her lips apart and buried my face into her. Then I sucked on her clit. "Oh god!" she cried. "Don't stop!" Her body went into convulsions as I continued my oral assault on her. Finally she trembled and moaned, raising her hips off the table; then she fell limp. After several minutes she raised her head and upper body, balanced on her elbows, looking at me, smiling. By then I was standing. She saw my erection; she also saw the razor in my hand. "You are NOT going to shave me in while you're in THAT condition." She pointed at my erection. "You mean I don't have to shave you?" "It means I want you to fuck me blind. Then you can shave me." Who was I to argue with the fair young lady? I slid into her easily. She wrapped her legs around my torso, pulling me to her. I had never realized how strong a woman's legs can be. I wanted to draw the action out and use some back-and-forth motion; she wanted me buried into her until her body heat and contractions drew the cum from me. I leaned over and used my hands to caress her shoulders and breasts. I trailed my fingertips between her breasts down to her belly button then across her hips. But none of that could delay my ejaculation. I groaned as I ejaculated in her, and I felt myself go limp. "It's getting soft," was all I could say. "Now you can shave me." Her voice was barely audible. I really didn't want to shave her. I liked her as is: her hair is soft, light, and sparse, forming a pretty triangle on her pubic mound. To shave it would be a crime. "Whose idea is it to shave you?" I asked. "Mine." "I'm not convinced, and I don't think you're entirely fond of the idea either." "Okay, it's my boyfriend's idea. He thinks it will reduce the odors if I remove my hair. He said then he might be willing to eat my pussy." "For Christ's sake, there's nothing wrong with the way you smell. Your boyfriend has shit for brains and Jello for balls. Dump him—fast. You'll be glad you did." Annette looked up at me and said, "You know, you're right." "Of course I'm right." "Smart ass. Then would you be my boyfriend?" That was a bombshell I hadn't expected. I really did like her. Not only was the sex great, but her personality also clicked with mine. We got along well. Intellectually I regarded her as my equal. By now she had removed herself from the table and stood facing me. "Yes . . . I would like that very much. Our age difference doesn't matter to you?" She gave me a strong embrace and kissed me hard. Our tongues did another dance with each other. Almost out of breath, I said, "Let's take a shower and get something to eat. We can prepare dinner together. After that, I want you to spend the night with me." She smiled. "I have to pee again. Race you to the bathroom!" Annette and the Professor Ch. 03 -1- I awoke with a start. I was alone in bed. I'm not usually disoriented when I wake up, but after a night of frequent sex and bathroom pee games, I wasn't my fully rested self. But where was Annette? And I had to piss—badly. The usual piss hard-on was evident. As I walked out of my bedroom to the bathroom, I heard noises in my kitchen. Curious, I decided to investigate. Sitting at the table was Annette, nude, with a bunch of peonies from my flower bed strewn all over the table. She looked up at me. "Hi. I see you've recovered from last night." "Huh?" She directed her eyes downward while she was arranging the flowers. "Is that for me?" "Oh. Well, I've gotta piss. Yes, it's for you if it stays hard." "Come here," she commanded, standing up. She took a strong grip on my penis while she kissed me; then she literally pulled me by the penis to the outside door leading to the pool area. She took a cushion and placed it at my feet and then kneeled on it so that her face was level with my erect cock. She stroked the foreskin back and forth. "Pee or cum—I don't care which, but no matter; he's mine until you do either one or both." I wasn't about to argue: I have a nude blonde goddess (should I dare call her Aphrodite?) at my feet willing to bring my wildest fantasies to reality. The pee won. Poor Annette—she was trying to swallow, but the piss was running out of her mouth; in desperation she gripped my penis and pulled it from her mouth and sprayed my pee all over her face and chest. Once the flow abated, I could feel myself becoming detumescent—rapidly. "Damn, he got soft fast. I'm going to have to bring him back to life," she said. "Don't you have to pee?" "Yeah . . ." "Stand up then. You're not going to take this lying down." I laughed at my own weak joke, but apparently it was lost on her. She stood up and spread her legs, as this is what we had done during our pee games in the shower last night. I kneeled down on the same cushion she used and craned my head into her pussy, using my fingers to spread her lips. No sooner than my warm breath made contact with her cunt, her pee came in torrents. It went onto my face, up my nose, and down my body. Some of it even managed to get into my mouth. When the last trickle dripped from her pubic hair, which I licked off, she pulled up a cushion and sat next to me. I am sure that to an outsider both of us smelled strongly of urine. "You had to have been saving all of that for me," I said. "Remember last night, during our last pee games in the shower, when I suggested we go to sleep?" "Yeah." "And you wanted to have one last fuck before we slept?" "Yeah." "Well, as soon as you entered me, you fell asleep. Not that I minded; I loved having you close to me. But I awoke later, and I had to pee. You had slipped out of me—in fact, you were soft—but with you on top of me, I couldn't get out of bed to pee. When you finally rolled off me, it was morning. So I got up and decided to save my pee for you. Tending to the flowers kept me busy until you got up." She reached over and kissed me. "I love you," she said. "As do I." "And we need to do some shopping together." "Oh, why?" "We need to buy several sets of rubber sheets or waterproof mattress covers. That way we can do our pee play in bed and mix the sex with it. And if you fall asleep on me while we're making love again, at least I can pee when I want to. We'll save water, too." "We'll still have to wash the sheets." "Oh, yeah . . . Hadn't thought of that." "Anything else?" "Yeah, new sheets. Yours are threadbare and drab. You need color. Also, my big toe got caught in one of the holes." "Any color you want is okay by me—as long as you're on top of the sheet." "You might regret that; I might never want to leave," she replied. "Speaking of that, did I hear you say you've applied to graduate school nearby?" "Yeah, Illinois State University. It's just a few miles from Central State College, and I know my chances of getting accepted there are very good." "You've planned this all out very well, haven't you?" "From the first course I ever took from you at Central State. When I discovered we live just down the street from you, I was elated. I knew that I had to have you, and the age difference be damned. And do you know what?" "What?" I asked. "You won't turn me away. Before yesterday and before we started all of this, I've noticed how you've always paid extra attention to me. You've made me feel special, and the intimacy we share with the pee games makes me feel even more special. The fact that you and my brother are also having a love affair even makes it sexier." I stood up and held my hand out to her and pulled her up to a standing position. "Let's take a quick dip in the pool and then shower together. After that we can go out to eat for breakfast, unless something else comes up." "You mean this?" She squeezed my penis and then kissed me. Sure enough, it came up. -2- We spent enough time in the pool to relax and get the worst of our mixed urine off our bodies. However, we didn't ignore the erotic aspects of nude swimming. Every chance we got we would touch each other. For her it was a constant tug on my penis, pulling my foreskin back and forth. For me it was my fascination with her tits, her waist, and her buttocks—especially her anus; her ass cheeks were small, and the cleft between them was wide enough for me to fondle her asshole easily. Tired from the exertion, we waded to the somewhat shallower part of the pool. I jumped up on the edge, my feet dangling in the water. She stood between my legs, her face directly in front of my hard-on. "I love the extra skin. My ex-boyfriend is circumcised, and his penis wasn't as easy to play with. Your penis has something extra for me to play with." She leaned over and took the head of my cock in her mouth, working her tongue around it while stroking the rest of my cock with her hands. I could never get tired of this, and I was thanking my lucky stars that this beautiful young girl found me desirable. At that point I figured I had better stop thinking and do more enjoying. "Um, would you like to do a sixty-nine instead?" I asked. She pulled her lips off my penis but still held on to it with her hands. "No; if you eat my pussy, I won't be able to concentrate on this," she said as she continued sucking. The attention she was giving to my penis was nothing short of exquisite. She concentrated on the glans, especially the underside, flicking her tongue where the foreskin is connected to the glans. I could feel my balls contracting, my penis expanding, and the cum rising. At the same time she squeezed my penis hard as she pulled my foreskin all of the way back. My breath was coming in short gasps; my orgasm was powerful, and I gripped her shoulders hard as I filled her mouth with my cum. After a few minutes of silence while I regained my breath and composure, she said, "You taste so good." I slid back into the pool so I could kiss her. "I love you," she whispered into my ear before she brought me into a deep, hungry kiss. "Do we need to take care of those peonies before we go shopping?" I asked. "Of course. And if we get horny before our shower and our trip to the mall . . ." "Then the shopping can wait," I interrupted. -3- It was almost two hours later that we had finally arranged all of the flowers in vases around the house. Annette was pleased with the arrangement. As she bent over to pick up some of the stems and leaves that had fallen on the floor, I got behind her and gripped her ass cheeks and brought my face into her pretty little rosebud anus and tongued it forcefully. "Oh, my god!" she squealed. She almost fell over, but I had a good grip on her. I still had my tongue on her rosebud. "You almost scared the shit out of me!" I released my mouth and commented, "Now that wouldn't be nice, would it?" "You'd've had a shit-eaten grin, that's for sure." "Let's take a shower and get going. I'm hungry for some food." "Not hungry for me now?" She pouted, and then gave me a wide grin. "I'm always hungry for you, and you know it." She ran to the bathroom ahead of me and had the water running when I entered. She saw me looking at the toilet. "What's the matter?" "It hasn't been used since yesterday afternoon." "Well, we'll save on water, won't we?" "Unless I scare the shit out of you again." "Ha! Come on in so we can wash each other." Our shower time lasted until the water began to run cold. We didn't do much more than wash and mutual cuddling, but the feeling of the warm water rushing over our bodies made the whole experience special. I was almost constantly stroking her neck and shoulders and leaning over to suck her small nipples except when I gave her a shampoo. She, in turn, had a nearly constant grip on my penis, as if he were going to disappear. Once we were out of the shower, we dried each other off and got dressed. I noticed that she didn't put on any panties. She noticed that I noticed, so I said, "Getting ready for quick action?" She winked at me. On our way to the mall, we found a little Chinese restaurant that served an inexpensive buffet. Both of us ate heartily and consumed an entire pitcher of tea. We joked about the pee games that the pitcher of tea will bring! We bought the sheets and mattress covers as needed, and I let Annette choose the colors she wanted. I really didn't care if they were all flower designs; sheets to me served only a utilitarian purpose. On our way out of the department store, she saw a cotton panty display and stopped to examine the designs. "Cotton panties? I thought women all liked silk or nylon panties." "Are you kidding? Silk and nylon make me itch; besides, cotton holds my smells better, and if I have an 'accident' the cotton absorbs better." "Accident?" I looked at her with a dumb expression. "You know, when you cough or sneeze, you might leak, or if your period starts early." "No, I don't have those problems." "Speaking of which, I need to pee now. And we passed the rest room at the other end of the store. Hey, here are the changing rooms. Let's get into one of them." For this particular store the changing rooms were fairly spacious. We got in the nearest one and locked the door. I knew what she wanted; as a result, there was no need for unnecessary conversation to draw sales personnel to our "secret." She took off her jeans and leaned against the wall, spreading her legs wide while moving her hips away from the wall. I put my mouth on her pussy so that all of her pee would go directly into my mouth. If I do this correctly, we shouldn't lose a drop. In the shower we could afford to be messy; here we don't have that luxury. Annette grunted a little, and then farted. I would have chuckled at that, but then her pee began to flow. My swallowing action matched her flow, and we continued until she was finished. "Thank you," she whispered. But I was not done with her. I caressed her folds with my tongue, running my tongue up and down the length of her pussy. She started humping my face while she gripped my head. "Oh, fuck yeah! Jeez! Oh god, don't stop! That's it, right there! That spot, oh god—there! Don't stop! Oh my god!" Each time she spoke she was getting louder, and soon she was moaning loudly; then she began to shake as she had her orgasm. "Oh, fuck, that was so good," she said as she came down from her orgasm. "When we get home, I'm going to make you fuck me silly!" Annette pulled her jeans up, and we both left the changing room. Fortunately no one saw us. Annette took several packages of the cotton panties to the nearest cashier. "Here, let me buy those with the sheets and mattress cover," I said. "I'm the one who's going to be pulling those panties off you and smelling the gusset with you." "Thank you, Al. You are so sweet. Can I get some cotton bras, too? I'll cook supper." "Yes, of course." "I'll say it again: you are so sweet!" "I know." "Smart ass!" "Since you're cooking dinner tonight, I'll wash the dishes. By the way, what's for dessert?" "Me." "Well, let's get the hell out of this mall and get home. We have a busy night." Annette and the Professor Ch. 04 The semester drew to a close. Annette had graduated and was accepted at Illinois State University for her master's degree in literature. In the meantime, my relationship with Annette had grown deeper and more meaningful. Summer was approaching, and I encouraged her to spend it studying the ancient Greek language. She also willingly consented to move in with me. And I had suspected that she had planned it that way. I had figured I would always remain single and enjoy sex without commitment. That is, until I had found someone with whom I wanted to be committed, even if she's seventeen years younger than I. Annette had just entered my pool area from the outside gate. I was sitting in the shade, nude (as usual), reading and idly playing with my cock. "You know, if men had boobs AND cocks," she remarked, noticing my fingers manipulating my erection, "women would be superfluous. Men would have all the toys they needed." "Yeah, but we'd still need the clits and cunts." "Very funny." She tried to scowl with that comment, but it didn't work. She pulled up a chair next to me, kicking off her shoes in the process. "You don't have to sit there in those hot clothes, you know." "I know. I'm waiting for you to take them off me. And if you want, I can even give you a lesson on how to undo a bra clasp without fumbling. You might even learn how to do it without looking. The advanced level is doing it one-handed." She stood in front of me, and I pulled her shorts down. I put my hands on her ass cheeks and brought my face into her crotch and breathed deeply. But from a seating position, leaning over was too much effort; I slid her panties down and off her. Both of us grabbed for them, but I got them first and got the first sniff. Then I handed them to Annette. "That's no fair," she pouted. "I should be able to get first sniff." "Sorry, I can't resist you; you smell so good." "Well, then, let's get inside and make use of the bed. Then you can smell me from the source." "First, let's get all of these clothes off you." With her shirt off, she had kept her arms straight up while I fumbled with her bra hooks. It is definitely easier to learn Greek than it is to unhook bra clasps. "Uh, you need to lower your arms so I can remove this." "You are so observant," she said, with a strong hint of sarcasm. "Huh?" "Look at me!" "I am!" "What do you see?" "I see a beautiful girl with blonde hair and full, kissable lips. I see two delicious tits with small nipples that react to soft caresses. One of them has a small mole below the nipple . . ." "What about my armpits?" I looked at her armpits, and to my amazement there was a light, downy tuft of hair in each. "When did you start growing that?" "When I moved in with you. I noticed that you're fond of my pubic hair, and you didn't want to shave it off when I had wanted you to." She looked at me intently, even a little worried. "Annette, I love it!" "You do? Oh, I am so glad." "Annette, pubic hair and armpit hair is nature's way of attracting the sexes to each other with pheromones." "C'mon, school's out. You're making sex sound like a lesson." I wasn't going to let this go: "Pheromone is from a combination of two Greek words meaning to carry hormones, and hormone is from a Greek word meaning urge or impulse." She looked at me blankly and said, "Now will you shut the fuck up, come in the house, and eat my pussy?" "So pheromones are the chemicals that attract the sexes, and are found especially in the pubic hairs and in the armpit hairs . . ." She grabbed me by my cock and pulled me into the house. "Sit," she commanded. I sat at the kitchen table while she climbed on top of it. "Now eat my pussy until I scream. And, yes, you can smell those goddamned pheromones all you want." "With pleasure!" She spread her legs wide apart and with her fingers she pulled her outer labia apart. The familiar fragrances of stale pee, sweat, and pussy permeated my nostrils. I put the tip of my tongue into her vaginal entrance, and the heat not only warmed my tongue but also warmed my passion. Then I ran my tongue in quick motions on the sides of her inner labia and then back to the vaginal opening. I made jabs at her urethra as well. "Oh, god, if you keep that up I'm going to pee in your face!" Since I now knew what to expect, I pulled her clitoral hood up and sucked it lightly; then I returned to her urethra while consciously making sure that the tip of my nose was tantalizing her clitoris. "Oh, shit! Fuck! I'm going to . . . " Her piss caught me by surprise because of its force. When I got my senses together and directed her piss into my mouth, she relaxed until her flow abated. I pulled away from her and said, "We have a mess to clean up." "Not 'we'; you. You're the one who didn't catch it all. Now, get back to my pussy; I still haven't screamed." "Yes, ma'am." I continued my oral assault on her pussy by sucking indiscriminately and moving my tongue everywhere I could. Then I would stop and flick her clitoris with my tongue tip or just suck on it as if it were a tiny cock. But no matter what I did, I could tell she loved it. "Keep it up . . . don't stop. There, oh, yes, right there . . ." True to her word, she began to scream, and loudly. She followed it by squeezing my head with her thighs; then she relaxed her whole body and lay limply on the table. I continued my tongue action on her clitoris. "Stop, please. It's too tender now." I helped her off the table, and I walked her to the bathroom. Both of us needed a shower and an afternoon nap. -2- A sudden weight on my body woke me up. I was erect, but she was laying on my penis, pinned between our lower abdomens. "I need to pee," I whispered into her ear. "So do I. We have waterproof mattress covers. Remember?" Then she kissed me, her tongue moving into my mouth. Hers was the first flow of urine, which I could feel on my scrotum; mine followed soon after, which I could feel traveling down the sides of my body. "I need you inside me." "And I need to be inside of you." "Do me doggy-style. It always feels as if it's going in deeper that way, and I like how your hand caresses my hips." She got up on all fours on the bed and rested her head on the pillows. I kneeled behind her and was ready to enter, but I decided a little salivary lubrication would help. Her little rosebud anus looked inviting enough for the same kind of attention, which, of course, I gave. My penis slid into her vagina easily; between my saliva and her vaginal secretions, she was properly prepared for this event. I didn't last long; the stimulation and friction on my penis was too great. I felt my penis swell and my testicles tighten into my body; then I felt the release of my semen. Annette moaned also. "I can always tell when you cum," she whispered, "and it feels so good." I didn't withdraw my penis from her. I decided to do some post-coital fucking; however, my penis (my other, little head, which sometimes does my thinking for me), decided that this was not a good idea. Detumescence descended upon it. As I slipped out, my semen slipped out of Annette's vagina. I positioned myself under her pussy and told her to lower herself onto my mouth. My first impulse was to drink my remaining semen as it flowed out; then I decided to work on her entire vaginal area with my tongue instead. I got the desired effect: she had an instantaneous orgasm, and several globs of my remaining semen spilled into my mouth. She climbed off me and fell on her back beside me. "My god," she said, "you wore me out." "That was the idea." "Okay, then, smartass, since I'm so worn out, you fix supper AND wash dishes." "For sex like that, it's a deal." "And you have to serve a delicious postprandial wine while we lounge on the poolside patio." -3- After dinner, we sat on the patio in the nude drinking our wine. "Red wine for after dinner? What kind is it?" "Shiraz," I replied "I know, it's more of a dinner wine than an after-dinner wine, but it's all I had. It's what we didn't finish at dinner." "You could've gone to the store to buy a sweet wine for after dinner, you know." "Like this? In the nude?" I asked with a mock look of surprise. "You are incorrigible, aren't you?" "Yeah, that's one of the courses I took in college that I did so well on." "I'll settle for Shiraz, and you knew I would." We sat in silence for several minutes. "Annette, before we do anything, can we just sit here? The fading sunshine, the quiet solitude, and you—it's just so romantic." Both of us sat in silence for a few minutes staring straight ahead or occasionally looking at each other. "Uh, Annette? You know that I love you, right?" "And I love you, too." "What if I told you that I'm in love with you?" "In love? As in you love me forever? As in you want me to have a baby by you? As in you want to marry me?" "Yes." "Oh, my god!" "What?" "Did you just propose to me?" "Yes." "Then I accept!" "Even though I'm so much older than you are?" "Age is just a number! I'm in love with you, too!"