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Mrs. O'Malley's Golden Juices Ch. 01

By: milfleglover



Susan O'Malley loved the beach, the relaxed setting, the sun. And it was a great place for the sexy older gal to sit with a cooler full of cold chardonnay and get hammered. Susan loved her chardonnay on the beach.

She was a silver-haired beauty of 65, slender build but strong from years of exercising, big brown eyes, an impressive chest that had given away somewhat to a saggy crease of wrinkles and tanned skin dipping into her cleavage, slim in the hips and long in the legs, firm beneath the usual folds of aging, soft flesh. She was a grandmotherly sort with an unusually sexy look.

She was sitting at the far end of her town's beach one late Sunday afternoon when most of the screaming hordes of children had left, blessedly alone for the most part. She liked to sit by a fence separating the town beach from a palatial private home next to it, a second summer home for rich, part-time out-of-towners. And it was an easy walk around it for Susan when, after a long afternoon of imbibing, she needed to relieve herself, which she did often, pulling aside the crotch of her modest one-piece floral bathing suit with the little "Old lady" skirt around the waist, peeing on a small patch of grass there.

She had just done that when she came back and sat down, and watched a handsome young man she recognized as the grandson of a good friend of hers, come down to the water, strip down to a very skimpy swim suit, and dive in the inviting waters. They made eye contact, and she shot him a wave, and he shyly waved back, recognizing her as well. She hadn't seen him in years and marveled at how well developed he was, a classic, smooth swimmer's body owing to his prowess on his college swim team.

"Mmmm, he's filled out," she cooed to herself, watching him knife through the water. "In many ways..."

She felt her pussy tingle. She loved young men, taking them whenever possible and that was not as often as she'd like. She watched and waited, and when the young stud, Brett Hannigan, finally emerged from the water, his blonde hair slicked back, his body glistening and taut, she waved him over. He smiled, and toweled off as he approached, then sat in a chair he'd brought along.

"Hi, Mrs. M., long time, no see!" he said brightly, Susan eyeing his thick package from behind her dark shades.

"Yes, indeed," she smiled back, leaning over to let the surprised boy give her a peck on her puckered cheek, making him jump as she placed a warm hand high up on his hard, wet thigh to do it. "Too long. You've gone and grown up, Brett, you look marvelous."

They chatted for 15 minutes or so, catching up on family and friends and college and girls, Susan sitting back, facing front, feeling the young man's gaze upon her when he thought she wasn't looking.

"Ah, this is the life," she sighed, spreading her meaty thighs slightly, feeling her little skirt blow up and exposing her crotch, where she knew silvery pubic hairs blossomed from the sides of her suit, knowing they were drawing Brett's gaze. "So relaxing, huh?"

"Uh, yes, uh..very," he said nervously, taking his cell phone out of his pack, pretending to text someone as he slowly filmed Susan's lush body, from the gnarled, veiny feet, up those smooth shins and muscular old thighs to her crotch, and up to that gorgeous patchwork of wrinkled flesh that was her cleavage.

She pretended to be dozing as he did, her breathing measured and deep as in a gentle sleep as he filmed. She felt her pussy tingle, and wondered if her dew was dripping onto her exposed hairs erupting from the sides of her suit.

She waited a few moments until he put his phone away, happy with the jerk-off material he'd captured. Then she yawned, pretending to wake up, standing and stretching, facing away from him, bending a bit at the waist, knowing her meaty white ass was partially exposed, the backs of her tight thighs rippling with toned muscle beneath her sexy old skin.

"One good thing about being this far down the beach," she giggled. "Is having your own private bathroom! Be right back, gotta go tinkle!"

She went to her usual spot, damp from previous pee, and squatted, pulled her suit aside and doused the greenery with her steaming hot piss, fingering her engorged clit as she did, thinking of Brett just feet away on the other side of the fence. She groaned as she did, squeezing out a mini-orgasm, before tidying up and returning, where Brett was looking at his phone, his tight package growing bigger.

"Texts from girlfriends, young man?" she laughed, sitting down but before doing so, bending with her ass at his face to straighten her chair. "I imagine you've got many!"

"Uh, yeah, a few," he stammered nervously, taking a big drink from his water bottle.

They sat a moment longer before Brett felt his own urinary need building. He looked at his crotch, trying to will down the boner building there.

"Uh, I gotta go, too, Mrs. M.," he said shyly. "You don't...mind do you?"

"Silly boy, why would I mind, we all gotta go when we gotta go!" she said brightly, sipping another drink. "Be my guest."

Brett stood, bent over a bit, and shuffled off around her to the fence, walking behind it and stopping in his tracks when he saw the glistening grass, fresh with the sexy GILF's piss. His cock was in full bloom now as he walked to it, looking behind and around him, before he knelt and bent his face to it. The pungent piss smell was sharp and clear, and his dick felt like it would explode. He inhaled deeply, fisting his cock after pulling it out of his suit, leaning further and now licking madly at the leaves of grass and other vegetation soaking wet with Mrs. O'Malley's hot piss, tasting her nectar and jerking harder and harder.

Susan looked behind her, through a narrow crack in the fence Brett hadn't realized was there, kneeling beside her chair, smiling at the site of the stud jerking his huge dick as he licked and smelled her golden juices.

"Gotta get it while it's hot," she thought, standing and walking quietly around the fence to watch the stud's milky white ass flex as he worked the cock in front of him.

She watched and smiled until she sensed he was about to spew his load into her piss-soaked grassy patch and then coughed loudly. He spun, cock in hand, stumbling to his ass in the grass, trunks tangled in his feet, a shocked and ashamed look on his face.

"Mrs. O'Malley!" he shrieked, trying to cover his impressive boner, which was wilting under her gaze. "I was..I mean I..I...I..."

"Brett Hannigan, I cannot believe what I'm seeing!" she said, feigning anger, her pussy afire as she watched the boy mumble and try pulling up his trunks, her hands on her hips. "You were...you were licking my pee and..and playing with yourself as you did? What on earth were you thinking?"

She let him stammer and mumble a bit more before she strode slowly toward him, a smirk on her pretty old face, as she slowly peeled off her one piece, revealing her saggy tits, then over her lush hips, her matted silvery pubic patch coming into view, all of it drunk in by the wide-eyed boy who sat in her piss watching intently and not believing what he was seeing.

"If you like my pee from the ground," she growled, reaching him and placing one gnarled old sole in his face and pushing him to his back, his cock stiffening as she walked over him, straddling his face, his gaze directly up those wrinkly thighs to the glistening pussy hair between them, "then you certainly won't mind drinking my piss from the source!"

The boy couldn't move, didn't want to move, as Susan slowly squatted, her feet aside his head, that bush coming within inches of his face. He could smell her, the piss inside those furry lips and the funk of her hot cunt, and he could feel the heat emanating from it. She smiled between her squatting thighs, spreading her lips with her fingers, opening her meat.

"Open wide, boy," she hissed. "And drink my juice!"

Brett obeyed, wide eyed, eager, opening his mouth and watching the first trickle of piss ooze from those meaty lips and fill his mouth, the stream building, steady, strong and sinfully hot, the taste of GILF piss filling his soul. He gulped madly, swallowing her stinging juice, his face soaked with it, smacking his lips and opening them for more. Susan grinned at the sight between her thighs and then savagely sat down, framing his face in her powerful old thighs, holding his hair with both hands, directing the next steady jet of piss directly into his mouth and down his throat. The boy couldn't breathe now and fought for air, and could only swallow Susan's endless stream of pee, gulping it down as best he could, trying to savor her rich, pungent flavor and smell, her cunt open and sealing his face off.

"Take it, boy, take my piss," she groaned, rubbing herself on his face, cumming on it, her GILF cream flooding his mouth along with her pee, nearly drowning the struggling boy framed in those strong granny thighs.

She came hard, grinding on his face after her piss ended, holding his hair with both hands and using his nose and chin to get herself off, her thighs clenched brutally tight around the sides of his head. By the time she finished cumming, Brett was nearly unconscious from the soaking smother of the sexy old woman's hairy, wet cunt.

She sat back a bit, freeing his head from her thighs and he gulped air almost as madly as he was just gulping her hot piss, his eyes fixed on the woman sitting on his chest. She smiled, looking at her thighs soaked with pee.

"Lick my hot thighs clean, stud," she growled, pointing to each thigh, directing Brett's eager face as he lapped the golden fluids from the dominant GILF's sexy old legs.

She sat up, hands on hips, looking down at him as he looked up at her thick white tits offset by tanned skin all around. Looking back over her shoulder, she saw his hard cock bobbing wetly in the breeze. Slowly, she slithered back, her hot cunt wet on his hard chest and belly until the tip of his dick brushed it, making him gasp, his trembling hands on her firm thighs as she wiggled the tip inside her.

"Fuck me good, and don't you dare cum too quickly," she hissed, fisting the cock and sheathing it in her hairy, wet pussy, taking him slowly to the balls and sitting up to put her hands on her hips. "Don't you dare..."

He almost came the second she took him into her scorching pussy but fought the urge, even as she hunched her hips back and forth, taking him in and out of her practiced pussy with ever-increasing speed. She fucked him for a long minute, then leaned forward, dangling her saggy old tits in his anxious face, his hands cupping the wrinkled tits into meaty cones, lapping madly at the nipples, sucking the brown nubs into his mouth and lavishing the white, creamy flesh with his hot tongue, suckling the meat, licking frantically at the salty sweat forming between and beneath them. She wrapped her bony old arms around his neck, moaning as he pounded his young cock up into her, her quivering ass a blur of sexy old saggy flesh. She directed his licking mouth up to her neck, moaning as he suckled the wrinkled folds into his hot mouth.

"Oh, God, Mrs. O'Malley...," he moaned, cupping that flexing ass meat in his hands and he thrust up into her. "I can't...I can't hold...oh shit...oh shit..."

"Don't you dare cum, Brett, not until I do," she growled, biting his ear and then lancing it with her hot, long tongue, flexing her ass harder on him, pulsating her cunt on his dick, knowing the effect it would have. "Don't you dare cum inside my hot pussy..or else...I'll make you finish me with your mouth, boy...I'll slide up your chest, onto your face...make you eat your own hot cum...and lick me...lick my cunt clean and make me cum...that what you want, boy? You want my hot granny pussy on your mouth, squirting your cum into it...and then...then PISSING into it? That what you want, boy???"

She was hitting every single of Brett's hot buttons, as if she knew beforehand. She didn't, but was just playing off a typical young stud's eagerness to please an older mistress, and now the kid was moaning even more loudly under her, thrusting up harder, squeezing her wrinkled old ass cheeks in his hands until the meaty flesh oozed between his fingers. She felt his cock throb and pulsate and pulled his face away from her tits to look down into it, then kiss him, their tongues doing wet battle like teens in love.

"I'm warning you, Brett," she hissed, framing his face in her old hands and licking his lips. "Don't cum in my hot, hairy cunt...."

She punched down harder with her pussy, then reached under them with one hand to crush his huge young balls in one hand, kneading them to the point of pain and no return. Brett howled as she mauled his balls which forced them to give up the load of his young life, a seemingly never-ending stream of cum jetting from his dick into her scorching hot cunt with firehose force, filling her as he pounded up inside her, holding it still for a moment before pulling back to thrust again, each upward jolt accompanied by another seething hot squirt of cum. HE came for what seemed like five minutes, their eyes locked, his face a mask of agony and pleasure as she milked his balls in her hand, hers a mock one of disgust and disappointment.

"I warned you, boy," she hissed, slipping his wet dick from her pussy, holding the flow in with her hand and slowly slithering up his chest to plant her sopping snatch right on his waiting mouth.

She came the instant she felt the first stream of the boy's cum ooze from her womb, past her open, hairy cunt lips and directly into his gulping mouth. She sat on his face hard, squeezing it in her lusty old wrinkled thighs, looking down at his wide-open eyes and feeling his anxious tongue lance her hole in search of more spunk. He attached his mouth to her hole and sucked, and another few streams of cum exited her pussy and sluiced down his throat, mixing with her own cum. As her orgasm peaked, she treated him to dessert, as she forced out a stream of hot piss to mix with their combined juices, all of the fluid cascading down his throat and nearly drowning him. She finished her cum by closing her meaty thighs over his face, covering it completely, and listening to his frantic gasps for air in all that wet nastiness in her crotch.

She finally parted her legs, watching him gulp air, his face clotted with gobs of his own sperm. Giggling, she got up on her haunches, spread her moist cunt lips and let fly another forceful jet of piss, washing away the come and leaving his face a glistening, golden mess. 

She stood, her thighs wet with piss and cum, and Brett knelt before her, lapping up the silky, wrinkled flesh, gobbling it all down until she took him by the hand, stood him up and they embraced, hugging each other close, kissing, tasting their fluids on their tongues. She laughed, pushed him away and pulled her suit back on as he did the same, never taking his eyes off her marvelous old body. They walked around the fence and took a seat in the waning rays of the sun.

"Best time of the day," she sighed, reaching for her wide-mouth plastic cup and filling it with wine. "I think it's time for a drink. But you're too young for this."

She smiled, grabbed an empty cup, opened her thighs, put it between them as she pulled aside her suit and as Brett watched, hypnotized, let loose a long, steady stream of piss, filling the cup halfway. She held it up for him. He eagerly took it.

"Here's to us," she smiled, tapping her cup against his. "To more glorious golden beach days, right Brett?"

"Right, Mrs. O'Malley," he moaned, his cock stiff in his trunks again.

"Drink up, boy," she growled, putting her wine to her lips as Brett put her piss to his. "Nectar of the gods, as they say."

He almost came in his trunks as he felt the steamy hot fluid on his tongue, eagerly swallowing, tasting, devouring her golden offering, licking his lips as he finished and never taking his eyes off the aging object of his adoration next to him.

"It's supposed to be nice all week," she said, watching the horizon and sun setting on it. "I'll be back every afternoon after work. I trust you'll be here."

She said it as a statement, not a question.

"Whatever you want, Mrs. O'Malley," he groaned, holding the cup to his face to inhale the remnants of her piss. "Whatever you want..."

"That's right, boy, whatever I want," she smiled. "Whatever I want..."

Mrs. O'Malley's Golden Juices Ch. 02



Susan O'Malley, a beautiful, domineering 65-year-old blonde, had just walked home from the beach, after a long afternoon of sun, sand, drinking her usual wine -- and dominating young Brett Hannigan, a gorgeous young stud of 19, whom she'd caught licking the grass on which she'd pissed moments earlier, pounding his hard cock as he did. Earlier, she'd noticed him filming her sexy, wrinkled granny body as they sat in lounge chairs on the empty beach, knowing his eagerness would make it easy to take him a piss prisoner.

She'd used and abused him with her sexy old body, and nearly drowned him sitting on his face, pissing down his throat and then fucking him senseless, the young man more than eager to please his mistress several decades his senior. She'd even finished the afternoon by pissing into a cup for him to drink as she sipped her wine before sending him on his way.

She'd returned home, pulling a light top over her one-piece floral bathing suit, and was puttering about the house when the bell rang. She answered it. There stood Laura Hannigan, Brett's 37-year-old mother, a very pretty, slender blonde, looking none too happy. Susan looked down at her hands: She was carrying the very cup from which young Brett had happily drunk her piss just an hour or so earlier.

Susan smiled.

"Can I help you, Laura?"

"Uh, may I come in, Mrs. O'Malley?" Laura said nervously, looking down at Susan's sturdy legs and gnarly feet in pink flip-flops.

"Certainly, Laura, please do," Susan smile graciously, escorting her into the kitchen where Laura stood nervously, fidgeting from foot to foot, holding that cup in her hands. "What seems to be the problem?"

"My son, Brett, came home from the beach a little bit ago....and he left this cup, this cup on the counter and ran to the bathroom...I...I uh...was about to throw it away...when I smelled something...the cup, it smelled ...smelled like, well, urine," she said very nervously now, a hint of anger growing in her quavering voice as she went on, Susan standing before her, arms crossed over her ample, wrinkled chest, watching the woman try to get out what she knew she was trying to say.

"And I, uh, asked him about it when he came out, Mrs. O'Malley, and he suddenly got very nervous," she continued. "I thought maybe he'd peed it in it or something but the way he reacted...well, I kept asking him...and Brett and I are very close, he's my only child as you know, and we're very close...and...well...after awhile, and some tears....he...he told me! He told me what happened, Mrs. O'Malley, he told me without going into too many disgusting, lurid details, but he told me, and I cannot begin to say how disgusted I am with you, how angry, you took advantage of a teenage boy, you took advantage of him with your...your...your perversity, your obscenity, your depravity..."

Susan smiled at her, letting Laura babble on, angrily, hurt, shocked, her arms flailing as she talked, looking anywhere but at the woman who'd sat on her son's face and pissed down his throat an hour earlier and then rewarded him with a cup of hot pee, the very cup the woman was holding now in her trembling hands.

Susan never felt more horny in her life.

"Did your young son tell you that just before all this 'depravity' happened, I'd caught him smelling and licking the grass I had just peed on, Laura?" she said with a stern tone. "Did he tell you he was jerking his cock as he did, and I caught him doing it? Did he?"

Laura's teary eyes widened, her mouth open as Susan continued, shaking her head, not wanting to hear or believe.

"No, I didn't think so," Susan growled, snapping the cup out of Laura's hand, making the younger woman jump back, holding it up before her. "Nor did he tell you how eager he was to drink my hot piss from this cup, did he? Or how he made no effort to stop from fucking me, fucking me hard, and then eating his own cum -- and drinking my piss -- from my pussy?"

Laura shook her head harder, tears streaming down her pretty face.

"You're very close, you say, your son and you," Susan smiled, ramping up the heat. "How close? Do you piss in his mouth, Laura? Do you suck his big beautiful cock? Do you eat his hot cum?"

"You sick, sick, sick bitch!" Laura finally screamed, snapping back to reality. "How could you? How can you say such horrible, disgusting..."

The slap across her face was sudden and savage, and Laura's head snapped to the side as Susan's hand hung in the air after landing it. Susan smiled at her.

"You think about it, you know you do," she growled darkly. "Admit it."

Laura shook her head, then pushed herself away from the counter, running toward the door. But not as fast, Susan noticed, as someone who was truly trying to outrun her fear. She strode behind her just as Laura was reaching for the door, grabbing her by the shoulders, spinning her around and slamming her against the door, pinning her there, grabbing her wrists and holding her arms to her sides, her face a half inch away, breathing into it.

"The thought intrigues you, makes you hot....," Susan growled, her lips brushing Laura's, the blonde jerking her head to try getting away. "The thought of piss...my hot piss...your son drinking my piss...YOU drinking my hot, stinging piss...."

"No...no, God, please, no...." Laura moaned, going slack against her captor, willing the horrid thoughts away now flooding her brain. "No...."

"Yes, yesssssss," Susan hissed, pulling Laura's hands behind her back, grabbing a nearby scarf from the hallway coat rack and quickly tying her hands tightly together. "Oh, yesssss...."

She pressed her hot old body into Laura's, pushing her flat against the door, then ran her hands up her sides, over her heaving breasts, to her face, holding it in her fingers, kissing Laura's trembling lips, ramming her tongue inside. Laura moaned, trying to scream, and felt Susan's hot, thick, wet tongue fill her mouth, then pull out and lap madly at her face, up and down her cheeks, biting them, then nibbling her young neck, then her ears, where Susan rammed her long tongue inside, hissing her domination.

"You want it, you want to drink my piss, too, you sick little bitch," she moaned, tonguing Laura's ear, eliciting involuntary groans from the younger woman. "And you will..."

"No...no, please, Mrs. O'Malley, please don't..." Laura moaned, her body limp against the old woman who lapped and nipped at her ears, neck and face, Susan pushing her crotch into hers, parting her thighs and ramming her own between them, rubbing Laura's pussy, grinding her. "Please....."

"Smell me!" Susan snarled, suddenly grabbing Laura's shoulders and pushing her to her knees before her, pulling the back of her head and ramming the face between her wrinkled, spread thighs, jamming her nose to the moist fabric of her suit bottom.

Laura had no choice but to inhale Susan's piss-scented cunt as the older woman gripped her ears and wiggled her face deeper inside, feeling her heat and wetness transfer to the blonde's moaning lips and mouth. She pulled her back, sitting on the alcove seating area of the hallway, strapping her sagging thigh flesh around Laura's ears, the blonde's hands tied behind her, squirming in their bonds.

"Eat me, little bitch, eat my hot, hairy cunt!" Susan growled, pulling aside her suit bottom and enmeshing Laura's face in her hirsute snatch, spreading the furry lips and clamping down harder with her scissoring old thighs, tucking a calf across the back of Laura's neck to pull her fully into her pungent thatch. "Eat that pussy, suck it...suck the piss out, and whatever is left of YOUR SON'S HOT CUM!!!"

Laura screamed at the thought of eating her son's sperm, a far more horrid thought than merely licking the old woman's cunt and piss, and struggled to pull her head free of Susan's madly clutching thighs, which now quivered from the effort of squeezing the scissored head clamped between them. But the old lady was too strong, too determined, and Laura felt herself weakening, crying in that hairy, stinky pussy, and slowly obeyed, slipping her trembling tongue out to spear the slick lips at her mouth, licking and probing inside, Susan moaning at the intrusion, pulling at Laura's trapped head with both hands, grinding against the face, using it. She snapped her lush hips up and down, rubbing the entire length of her oily slit all over Laura's face, pumping and grinding herself to a thigh-quaking orgasm so hard she nearly broke Laura's neck in its crushing finale.

Laura was nearly out by the time Susan finished abusing her face, the old woman panting, her tits spilling out of her suit top, a white mound of wrinkled flesh below her tanned cleavage and neck. She smiled down at the dominated woman clutched and gasping in her wrinkled, muscular old thighs and loosened her grip to let Laura slip out and back, leaning against the hallway wall, sobbing, her face glistening with Susan's cum.

"There now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Susan laughed darkly, standing up to peel off her suit and fold over the crotch of it, kneeling to show Laura the yellow-brown stains there. "Take another whiff of me!"

Laura screamed as Susan held her head in one hand and brutally rubbed the stinky crotch of the suit over her nose, ramming it inside her nostrils where the stench of Susan's cunt and asshole overwhelmed her, at first making her nauseous and then sending white-hot jolts of sexual electricity streaming from her face to her pussy, filling her with a shame she'd never felt before and a passion she fought hard to ignore but could not.

"Let's see how you really feel, bitch," Susan snarled, leaving her suit around Laura's crying face and rudely thrusting her bony old fingers between Laura's thighs, spread and bare in her summery shift she wore, plunging them inside her cunt, making the blonde scream and squirm. "Oh, really? You're so fucking wet, you nasty bitch, don't tell me you don't love all this, you filthy whore!"

Laura's cunt was gushing now as Susan's hand plunged deeper inside, one, two, three and four fingers, twisting madly, side to side, in and out, her thumb curled into her palm, pushing. Susan looked down, watching her old hand slip inside Laura's shaved pussy, the lips spreading until she was nearly wrist deep in her clutching quim. She worked it deeper still, the tendons and muscles of her tanned forearms dancing beneath the old skin. Laura screamed at first but screams gave way to moans and her thighs went slack, opening wide to take in Susan's plunging fist.

"Suck," Susan snarled, pulling her suit off Laura's face, and ramming one of her wrinkled old tits to the blonde's moaning mouth. "Suckle me..."

Laura couldn't stop herself, her lips opening, searching, her tongue lapping the creamy, salty, white flesh of Susan's meaty old tit, finding the nipple, lips closing and sucking, nursing it, moaning madly around it as Susan cradled her sucking face in one hand and continued to fist her hot cunt with the other, the hallway filled with moans, and sloshing wet sounds of sucking and rapid fisting. Susan groaned, her voice thick and hot as she urged Laura to cum on her hand and felt her own orgasm building between her squatting thighs.

Both women came with a grunt and a growl, Laura succumbing to the pure pleasure of being so completely controlled, dominated by the old woman fisting her pussy. She sucked harder on Susan's nipple, pulling it in her teeth, triggering Susan's cum and when both were done, they lay slumped against the wall, panting for air.

"Damn you, damn you, damn you," Laura moaned, eyes closed, her head leaning on Susan's chest as the old woman lay back against the door. "Damn you...."

"Yes, of course, my dear thing," Susan laughed, getting to her feet and grabbing Laura's hair, pulling her up and leading the bound woman down the hall to her bedroom.

There, she stripped the younger woman naked and tossed her into the giant glass-wall shower, where Laura stumbled and fell to her butt on the cold tile. Susan smiled and turned on the steamer, soon filling the space with clouds of moist heat. Laura sat, transfixed, feeling her body erupt in sweat and watched beads of perspiration form on Susan's sexy, sagging body, glistening on that massive gray-haired pussy bush.

Susan walked slowly to Laura, sitting on a granite shower bench built into the wall, lifting a foot and placing it against her face. Laura moaned, inhaling the sweaty crisp moistness of Susan's wrinkled old sole, wanting to hold it, caress it, fondle it, but struggled against the scarf binding her hands behind her. Instead, on impulse, she stuck out her tongue and lapped madly at the sweaty wrinkled flesh at her face as Susan sat back and held up both legs under her knees, watching Laura madly lap from side to side, devouring each nasty old foot, bathing the soles, suckling the heels and licking up and between her filthy soles, feeling and tasting the wet, hot grit and grime. Her pussy flowed between her thighs as she clenched them together, ashamed at the feeling so rapidly overcoming her.

"You nasty little bitch, you LOVE my nasty old feet!" Susan laughed. 

She let the moaning blonde feast on her gnarled feet for a few moments longer and then scissored Laura's neck in her meaty calves, drawing her close, watching as she licked her way up those calves and knees, nibbling the saggy folds of her inner thighs, inhaling the aroma that lay higher up, enhanced by the extreme heat of the steam in the shower.

"Smell," Susan growled, pulling Laura's face to her dripping sex, pressing it tight to her and holding the groaning face in place by closing her wrinkled thighs around it, locking her feet behind Laura's head, resting them on her sweaty back. "And drink up!"

Laura moaned with pleasure and sheer forbidden joy as she inhaled the rank vapors from Susan's sopping wet, hairy pussy, spearing the furry lips with her tongue, tasting the sweaty muscular cunt walls inside, the pissy flavor and the unmistakable flavor of sperm, her son's sperm, some of which still lay deep inside Susan's womb and was slowly leaking out into her sucking mouth. The thought of it, of her son's hot cum in her mouth, triggered a most powerful orgasm as she knelt before Susan, servicing the old woman, sucking and lapping as wetly and deeply as she could, clenching her own thighs to squeeze out her own thrashing orgasm, her body twisting side to side, her head clamped in place between Susan's amazingly powerful GILF thighs.

"Here it comes, baby," Susan growled, fisting her sweat-slicked tits in her bony hands, twisting the nipples toward her sucking mouth as she unleashed a red-hot torrent of piss into Laura's trapped face.

The fluid, golden and hotter than the steam enveloping them, jetted directly into Laura's mouth, and it tasted like nectar to her as she gobbled and swallowed and opened her mouth to willingly accept every gushing drop. Susan pissed full force for a solid 30 seconds before the stream dribbled to a trickle, and Laura lapped frantically at the source, sucking out every drop, twisting her head from side to side as best she could in her leggy prison, inhaling the rancid urine stench and sucking Susan's pubic hair as clean as she could.

Susan finally unlocked her legs and Laura slumped back to rest on her haunches, panting for air, feeling the piss on her face, smelling it in her nostrils. She looked at Susan, amazed by the older woman's sexuality and beauty and couldn't believe what she'd just done, and couldn't wait for what else lay in store.

"Please....Mrs. O'Malley...please..." Laura heard herself saying, not sure what she meant, her mind swirling with confusion but her lust overriding her.

"Please what, dear girl?" Susan laughed, standing up. "Please stop? Please more?"

"Yes...no...I don't know, I don't know, I don't know," Laura groaned, letting her head drop to her chest.

"Well, let's find out," Susan giggled, walking to Laura and pushing her face with one foot, knocking her to her back on the steamy shower floor.

Laura watched as Susan stood over her, straddling her face, spreading her wrinkled legs and then slowly squatting, the backs of her thighs quivering as she did, her dimpled white ass drawing closer. Laura licked her lips as she watched Susan's butt cheeks spread on the descent, and saw the pucker of the old woman's asshole wiggle and open, the ridged muscles beyond pink and wet. Susan squatted on her haunches, her feet astride Laura's head and the younger woman watched Susan's rectum pucker, open and wink at her. Desperate for contact, she extended her tongue and felt it brush the exposed, wet meat, hearing her own frantic moans to get deeper.

"I guess that's my answer," Susan giggled, flexing her ass ring tantalizingly close to Laura's probing tongue. "You want my sweaty asshole so bad don't you, you naughty little bitch!"

"NO! YES! GOD HELP ME!" Laura screamed, eyes wide watching Susan's butt ring expand obscenely above her.

"Lick," Susan hissed, crouching lower and letting the moaning woman beneath her drive her tongue deep inside those wrinkled rectal walls. "Lick it goooood..."

She now sat fully on the young woman's face, knees on the tile floor, as Laura drove her tongue inside her butt hole, deeper and deeper, moaning, sucking, licking her way inside, the sounds of her sloshy probing louder than the hissing steam mounting around them. Susan moaned, frigging her hairy cunt with her fingers and now snapping her thick hips back and forth with mounting intensity as she worked toward orgasm. She thrashed madly, dragging her pussy and asshole brutally hard over the face pinned beneath her and bouncing painfully on the hard floor, Laura's tongue extended to be used by Susan's pounding crotch. Her meaty, fleshy ass exploded in a quivering vibration, undulating endlessly in a suffocating wave, slapping at the face pinned in its crushing embrace.

"Fuck yeah, riding you bitch, gonna ride your fucking face raw!" Susan screamed as she crashed through a thunderous orgasm, finally settling fully on Laura's face, trapping it inside her hunching, sagging ass meat and cutting off her air, making the woman thrash and flail for air and finding none.

By the time Susan finished cumming, Laura was nearly out from suffocation. Giggling, Susan lifted her meaty hams off Laura's panting face, now sucking in gulps of steamy air.

"Couldn't...couldn't breathe!" she groaned.

"Oh, I cut off your air!" Susan laughed. "Here, try some of mine!"

With that, she squatted back down, pulling apart her meaty cheeks, opening her asshole wide and forcing into Laura's mouth, where the young woman sucked desperately. Susan grunted and with an evil laugh, let out a long, sibilant fart into that mouth, Laura's eyes going wide at the intrusion of the moist breeze cascading down her throat.

"So nasty of me isn't it!" Susan laughed, farting again and again into Laura's sputtering mouth, hearing the echoes they made inside the moaning woman's cheeks, puffed out with each ripping blast. "Could be worse, I could need to shit! Lucky you, I only need to pee!"

Quickly, she spun around, replanting her lushly vegetated and soaking-wet cunt directly onto Laura's face, squeezing it in her thighs, and moaning as she grunted out a long, steady stream of piss, driving it into her mouth forcing the young woman to swallow the copious golden fluid that seemed to never end. Laura gulped and licked and tried to breathe between staccato bursts of piss, as Susan fingered herself again, cumming and adding her orgasmic gel to the white-hot urine forcing its way down Laura's gullet.

She finally climbed off Laura's face, which was now awash in Susan's fluids and scent and with a dreamy look in her eyes. Susan giggled, watching the younger woman clench her own meaty thighs together, desperate for her own orgasm, and unable to do it herself with hands still tied behind her back.




Mrs. O'Malley's Golden Juices Ch. 02



"Lemme help ya, baby," Susan laughed, lifting Laura to sit on the shower's bench, her legs slack and open. "I'm not totally heartless. I let your son cum, so why not keep it in the family!"

She knelt between Laura's legs, the woman looking down at her with heavy-lidded eyes, anxious for, yet disbelieving that a woman was about to eat her cunt, though she'd fantasized about it for years, though certainly not by one some 28 years older than she, but more sexy and powerfully dominant than anything she could imagine. Susan smiled up at Laura and dipped her sweat-soaked head down, parting the young woman's cunt lips and dribbling the engorged clit with her tongue, lapping rapidly up and down, making her writhe on her seat.

"Oh dear God...oh sweet Jesus....fuck..fuck that is so fucking good!" she screamed, head back against the shower wall, eyes scrunched shut. "FUCK!"

She'd had orgasms before of course, but in a routinely sexual marriage, not for a very long time, and certainly not like the one welling up in her now. Laura's mind raced as she let the electric charge overcome her, spreading from the tips of her toes to the top of her heat in a sheeting wave of pleasure, all centered on that tongue slurping away between her thighs. She came suddenly, catching her by surprise, hunching over now to pump her pussy into Susan's sucking mouth, clamping her slender thighs around the older woman's head and squeezing hard, grinding it in their scissored embrace, gushing out her womanly fluids into Susan's happily lapping mouth.

She came long and hard, for a full 30 seconds, and finally slumped back to the wall, legs snapping open and releasing Susan's laughing head. The older woman sat back, smiling, her face a gelatinous mask of Laura's thick cum.

"Not bad, baby, not bad," Susan sighed, lifting Laura to her feet and finally untying her hands to pull her close for a tit-to-tit hug, their slick bodies slipping over each other's. 

Laura accepted Susan's probing tongue in her mouth and moaned as the old woman then lapped at her cheeks and neck, nibbling the sweaty flesh, cupping Laura's ass and pumping her pussy into hers. Wordlessly, she then shut off the steam and both cleansed themselves in the shower, soaping each other's bodies, Laura marveling at the meaty feel of Susan's, reveling in the sexiness of every sag, every wrinkle, and knowing she was her slave, loving the feel of complete submission.

The women dressed, walking out of the bedroom to the door, where Laura turned to face Susan. The older woman smiled darkly, then pressed the young blonde up against the door, pinching her face in her gnarled old fingers, kissing her puckered lips, making Laura wet.

"Now," Susan growled, biting Laura's ear, then probing it with her tongue. "You will, when I want, come back her anytime I want, either alone...or with that gorgeous stud of a son of yours! I want you to go home now and tell him exactly what happened, do you understand me?"

Laura moaned, nodding her head quickly, feeling Susan's hand now thrust between her thighs, feeling her wetness.

"Then," she continued, licking Laura's smooth neck, "I want you to suck his cock! Do you understand me? I want you to suck that beautiful cock, your SON'S beautiful cock, and take his cum in your mouth. Then I want you to take him to your shower, sit on his face and PISS all over it, making him drink your golden juices! Understand?"

"Oh yes, yes, Susan, yessssss," Laura hissed breathlessly as Susan's magically dancing fingers made her cum as she stood pressed back by the gorgeous GILF. "YESSSS!"

"Good, good," Susan cooed, pulling her hand between them for Laura to lick the glistening cream from her fingers. "Now be a good girl, and do as you're told. If you want more, that is...well, even if you don't, actually..."

Laura felt behind her for the knob, opening the door, stumbling outside, never taking her eyes off the dominant GILF who had changed her life -- and her son's- forever.



Mrs. O'Malley's Golden Juices Ch. 03



The urge to piss hit Susan O'Malley about a mile from home, making her run all the more quickly.

The sexy, 65-year-old beauty with silver-blonde hair loved to exercise, which included going to the gym, doing aerobics and running 10 miles a day, all of it keeping her athletic body looking far younger than her years. Though she had the usual issues with gravity for a woman her age, on her nearly muscular old body, the sags and wrinkles were less pronounced and what was there was decidedly sexy. Or so thought the regular stable of men, mostly young, she had to do her bidding.

"Dammit," she said to herself, pounding up Warden's Hill Road, the last stretch to home this hot, humid day, every inch of her sexy body glistening with sweat in her tiny tank top and snug, super short shorts, little white socks and sneakers. "I should go in the woods, but fuck it...."

She raced up the hill, rounded the last corner and ran inside the house, the urge nearly causing her to piss herself. The first thing she noticed was the snoring from her spare bedroom down the hall, where Randall, her do-little, lazy 19-year-old grandson was still sleeping at 11 a.m. His mom had sent him to Susan for a couple weeks, figuring maybe the older woman could influence the lad a bit, get him on the right track, get him thinking about work or college or anything to get him off the couch.

And the second thing she noticed was just the impetus she needed to enact some needed change in the lazy sod snoring down the hall. She ran into the bathroom, pulled down her short shorts and sat, noticing too late that Randall had left the seat up. Her pussy plunged into the cold water and she shot up straight.

"Son of a bitch!" she screamed, quickly putting the seat down to sit and unleash a steady hot stream of piss for 30 seconds as her anger mounted at the boy in the next room.

It wasn't the first time he'd left the seat up. But now, she smirked to herself, standing up to wipe her soggy bush with the panties she'd pulled off, it might be the last.

She waltzed to Randall's bedroom, minus the shorts and panties in hand, and walked to the sleeping boy. Smiling, she bent over him, waving the pissy panties in his face.

"Ran-dallll!" she said in sweet sing-song voice. "Oh, RAN-dalll!"

The curly haired blonde boy blinked his eyes open, looking up at his grandmother.

"Yeah?" he growled. "What the fuck do you want, I'm trying to fucking sleep."

He looked at the panties inches from his face, wrinkling his nose and furrowing his brow.

"And what the fuck is that?"

Susan laughed -- and rammed the piss-soaked panty right into his mouth, his eyes going wide in shock as he tried to fight her off. But she was strong, too strong for the skinny little shit, and quickly straddled his chest, pinning his arms to his sides with her powerful legs, and forced the panties deeper into his moaning mouth.

"How many times have I told you to put the seat down when you're finished pissing, you selfish little shit?" she bellowed, reaming his mouth with the soggy fabric and then clamping a hand over his mouth to keep it there, allowing him the full flavor of not just his grandmother's piss, but the other cheesy residue on her soiled panties. "Now you're gonna learn the hard way!"

She let the panty ferment in his mouth as she sat up, arms crossed, laughing at the struggling boy pinned beneath her. As he snapped his head around, he noticed her crotch, sans clothing and blinked wide at the sight of that soggy protrusion of gray hair. She looked at him looking at it and laughed.

"That's right, boy, that's right," she sighed sliding up his chest to plant her wet pussy right on his face after pulling out the panty. "You're gonna be my human toilet paper! Get busy sucking any piss on my pussy hair I missed wiping it with my panties!"

He screamed a muffled scream under his athletic grandmother who sat on his face, holding onto the headboard and grinding her rank-smelling cunt all over his face, snapping her thick, dimpled ass back and forth and riding him to a quick cum, her slimy orgasmic gel mixing with leftover piss to completely coat his face. He moaned and struggled to no avail and within seconds, was groggy from lack of oxygen. Susan looked down between her freckled, tanned and strong thighs that framed the boy's face and could only see his heavy lidded eyes as she nearly smothered him to sleep.

"Come with me, boy," she snarled, climbing off his face and pulling him off the bed by his hair, dragging him down the hall to the bathroom. "We've only just begun!"

Once inside, Randall started coming around, struggling harder, so Susan grabbed the sash from her bathrobe hanging on the door and straddling his back and squeezing his ribs painfully in her powerful old legs, she quelled his fighting spirit just long enough to tie his hands behind his back. She shuffled him over to the toilet, his face poised just over the bowl, and pointed to the seat where several droplets of piss lay waiting.

"No, no, granny, no!" he screamed. "I won't!"

"You will, you WILL lick my piss off the seat, do you understand me?" she growled, slipping her legs lower around his very skinny sides, lacing her feet together beneath him and pulsating her incredibly strong thighs on his lower ribs, bending them to the point of breaking. "Trust me, Randall, I can -- and have -- broken ribs with my scissors, my thighs are incredibly strong, as you're now realizing, so unless you want me to snap them like twigs, you WILL start licking my hot piss up RIGHT FUCKING NOW!!!"

As a warning, she squeezed brutally hard, her thin but muscular old legs easily bending his ribs and holding them there before suddenly relaxing, allowing the ribs to snap back into place, sending agonizing sheets of pain through the boy who screamed a guttural scream into the toilet bowl.

"Lick piss," Susan snarled, squeezing his ribs again and now grabbing his hair to force his crying face to the seat.

Her pussy went wet the instant she saw his trembling tongue snake out of his mouth and tentatively lap the still-warm piss off the seat, cringing as he did, wincing from the pain of his grandmother's thighs scissoring his ribs and the shame of lapping up the old woman's hot piss. She laughed and rubbed his face harder into the seat ensuring he's sucked up every last drop, and the random pussy hair clinging to it. 

"There now, that's not so bad is it?" she laughed, navigating his face to the bowl after lifting the seat, the water gone deep yellow with the piss she'd left there from moments earlier, the boy moaning as he saw and smelled it. "Now. Drink."

"NOOOO!" he screamed and then his face went bubbly as Susan forced it under the surface of the foul-smelling and tasting water.

"Drink or drown," she sighed. "It's your choice!"

The piss stung his eyes and tasted horrible as he screamed, which cause his mouth to fill with his grandmother's hot urine, forcing him to swallow, gulping down mouthfuls of pissy water before she pulled his sputtering face out, letting him breath, piss dripping off his soaked head.

"Fucking BITCH!" he screamed.

"Drink it like the dog you are," she giggled, pushing his face to the surface and scissoring his ribs hard to drive her painful point home. "Lap it..like a dog..go on, fucking do it!"

His ribs burning in pain, he had no choice and extended his tongue into the yellow water, lapping and licking and swallowing the stinky, bitter, pissy brew. Susan laughed, pulsating her powerful thighs on his ribs, making him moan in pain between gulps of her urine.

"Now then," she sighed, releasing her scissor hold and slipping back to kneel behind him, pulling down his pants with one hand, still holding his face in the water with the other.

Brutally, she spanked the boy, raising her hand high and raining down a barrage of open-handed slams into his skinny, bony ass, making him scream in the pissy water, bubbles erupting around his face, soaking his head again. Susan groaned, pushing her pussy into his ass and grinding on it, holding his hips in her hands and then spanking them with both, pumping forward to drive his head deeper into the pissy water as she moaned and held her cunt to his butt, grinding out a quick orgasm on it

"That," she growled, slapping his red ass hard with both hands, "was so fucking hot!"

She held his hips, slowly pumping into his sore and tender ass, as he cried in the bowl, his face forced beneath the surface with each push from his granny's cunt. She did that for a moment longer, smiling at the beaten boy before her, then draped herself over his back, pulling his head up to whisper in his ear as she reached beneath him.

"And what's this, you disgusting pig?" she snarled, fisting his stiff, skinny little cock in her bony hand. "You have an erection? You fucking pervert, drinking my old-lady piss has given you a boner??? Oh, you will be punished for that, too, you little sick shit!"

She dry fucked his ass harder and harder as she leaned over his back, giving him a reach around, jerking his cock harder and faster until she felt him tense in orgasm. She quickly grabbed another pair of filthy panties on the floor in a pile of sweaty clothes from a week's worth of running and cupped it around his spurting head, Randall groaning and involuntarily shooting a thick, lumpy load into the granny panties. She stroked him further, knowing how sensitive his dick was, delighting in his screams and squirming as she rubbed her palm furiously in circles over the super sensitive head.

"Oh, too much for you is it, your little, and I do mean little, cock is all sore and tender and ticklish?" she laughed darkly as he tried twisting away from her punishing hand. "Here, this will take your mind off it!"

She brought the cummy panty to his face and just before she fed it to his open, screaming mouth, he saw his thick load and beneath it, the yellow and brown stains in the crotch. She growled and forced the cummy material into his mouth, pushing it deeper with her fingers and scraping it around the inside to make sure he ate every drop and inhaled every stinky vapor emanating from it, all the while humping his ass while continuing to stroke his tender dick.

"C'mon, you fucking pervert, give your grandmother another cum load," she hissed, jerking him harder and faster, feeling his dick stiffen in her sloshing hand job. "Do it, do it, cum for granny...."

It took a few punishing moments but his orgasm built and overcame him, and Susan sensing it, quickly lifted him up to a kneeling position, reaching around to jerk his spewing cock into the toilet bowl, where thick gobs of his sperm splashed into the water, mixing with whatever piss he'd missed, Susan laughing maniacally as she did. She finally stopped, pulled her bony old hand off his wilting cock, and bent him over to ram his face to the bowl, dipping his face to the water.

"Suck that cum outta there!" she screamed, slapping his tender ass again, making him bellow in pain, each roar forcing the cum-piss water into his mouth, which he again had to swallow to keep from drowning.

He was totally beaten, unable to move, making it easy for Susan to now drag him to the huge glassed-in shower and lay the barely awake boy on his back on the cold tiles, his face soaked with piss and cum, his ass beaming red from her spanking. She straddled his face, squatting slowly, his eyes staring at the hairy cunt coming closer, those lips opening, a meaty moistness glistening from within. She rested on the balls of her feet, her cunt hair tickling his nose.

"I didn't finish pissing before," she said, grunting and releasing a red-hot torrent of piss directly into Randall's mouth. "Now I will. Drink up, boy, drink your grandmother's piss!"

He had no choice as the sheer force and volume forced him to gulp his granny's drenching piss, swallowing desperately with what he couldn't swallow fast enough, soaking his face and hair until 30 seconds later, she finally stopped, letting a slight trickle of piss out in drops directly into his mouth. She laughed, and slowly turned around, squatting again, this time positioning her rosebud asshole right over his nose.

"It's just gone from bad to worse," she giggled. "Remember that chili we had last night? Lemme give you a little reminder!"

He looked in horror at the hair-ringed anus of his grandmother pucker and swell as she grunted, forcing it open, the brown wrinkled flesh on the outside giving way to wet, pink meat on the inside as it winked open, wide and nasty, kissing the tip of his nose with it. She growled dominantly and squatted further, taking his nose deep inside her filthy sphincter and grunted out a long, rumbling barrage of acidic, deadly farts, the sound crackling off the tile and glass. She laughed and grunted out another round of farts, the boy screaming beneath his granny's creamy white dimpled ass flesh, the sound reduced to popping wetness as she forced out the rest of her foul, fetid air down his nostrils, burning his lungs.

"Now lick my asshole clean," she snarled, slipping that open pink ring over his lips. "Give it a good licking, suck it, lick it, love it, CLEAN that filthy asshole, put your lips over it, suck it, tongue fuck it, NOW!"

He cried and obeyed, attaching his mouth to the protruding pucker of her shit ring, sucking it inside and ramming it deeply with his tongue, over and over, trying to ignore the wet grit he was pulling out as he did, swallowing the bitterness and going back for more. He felt his dick betray him, stiffening more and more with every plunging motion of his tongue.

"You disgust me!" she screamed, grabbing his cock and balls in both hands and twisting it until he screamed into the wet, meaty clamp of her old butt flesh. "Again? You're hard again???"

She released his face from her ass prison and slipped down over his dick, taking him balls deep in her well lubricated asshole, pumping her thick cheeks and hips up and down, slamming so hard his balls ached. He looked down at that ass consuming his cock, watching the shiny wet flesh jiggle, quake and quiver, and that impossibly tight ring of her rectum sucking at his cock like a small mouth. He fought the urge to cum, but her ass was too tight, too educated, too proficient and in minutes, he moaned as her old butt milked another load from him, sending a scorching stream of boy cream into her clamping bowels.

"Fucking animal, that's all you are, all you deserve to be treated like," she sighed, slipping off his flagging cock that slapped limply against his thigh as she maneuvered that powerful ass over his mouth, the open hole wet, dripping with cum. "Eat it! Eat your cum from my ass!"

She plunked the ring right on his mouth, grunted and farted out every single drop, a thick, nasty, bitter sluice of fluid, mostly his, some hers that had been loosened by the ass fucking. Randall's eyes were gazing up the thick mounds of her pumping dimpled ass and he swallowed the thick gobs of their combined juices cascading down his throat as Susan fingered herself to another crushing orgasm, her pussy flooding her fingers and running down into his mouth to mix with the fluids he was sucking from her ass cave. She finally sat still, his face completely engulfed in her ass, giggling as she grunted and farted on his face, filling his mouth and lungs, his chest rising from the intrusion. Standing, she grunted again and one last stream of cum and ass juices ribboned down into Randall's sputtering mouth.

"Now, boy," she hissed, flipping him over to untie his hands, letting him struggle to his hands and knees, "take a shower and clean up. We have a long, long day of housework ahead. Which includes cleaning the other three toilets in this house -- with your tongue! After, of course, I use them! And that WILL include taking shits!"

She laughed, walking away, leaving the sobbing boy in the shower where he stood, nursing another hard on from the unexpected, deliciously dominant treatment of his sexy old grandmother.



Mrs. O'Malley's Golden Juices Ch. 04



(AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a very graphic story, with farting, piss-drinking, cum-sharing and a dominant older woman, so you've been warned. If this appeals to you, please enjoy. If it does NOT, please do NOT keep reading. If this sort of thing isn't to your liking, don't read it expecting it to be and then complain about it in comments, there are tons of other stories on this marvelous site where you will find something you DO like! Thank you).




Susan O'Malley had just gotten back from the gym, after working her hot and hard 65-year-old body to a sweaty frenzy, staying for two solid hours and consuming at least a gallon of water, to offset dehydration but more importantly, to suit her sexual needs.

Susan, a beautiful blonde with stunning body for a woman her age, loved sharing her golden juices with others, young or old, female or male. And preferably related. Not long ago, she'd dominated a local boy, Brett Hannigan, a shy 19-year-old young man, whose mother, Laura, found out about their unholy wet tryst. Enraged and ashamed, the 37-year-old confronted the elderly woman with her discovery and herself soon became a victim of Susan's pissy ways, at first aghast and resistant, but soon devolving into a willing, humiliated victim.

Susan had sent Laura on her way with the edict that both she and her boy return to her. And today, with a bursting bladder and muscular old body ripe with sweat and stink, seemed a good a time as any. Particularly when she spotted the mother and son out for a stroll in the early evening, one street over from her own. She pulled up her car and the pair stopped dead in their tracks.

"Lovely night for a walk, you two," Susan growled, beckoning them over.

"Uh, hi, Mrs. O'Malley," Brett stammered, his nervous mother at his side, looking anywhere but at the smiling blonde at the wheel.

"C'mere, Brett," Susan hissed, curling a finger his way, the boy shuffling to the window.

Immediately, the stench of sweat hit him, at once foul and exciting, causing his cock to stiffen in his jeans. He went red in the face as his mother came to his side, protectively but unsure.

"Uh, Mrs. O'Malley, I don't think..I mean after all that's happened...what I mean is, Brett and I don't think..." she mumbled.

"Oh, did you not tell him you came to see me that day?" Susan smiled.

"Uh, yes, I did, but there was no need to go into, uh, details...."

"Details like how you became MY piss slave, too?" she giggled, reaching for Laura's t-shirt and pulling her into the window, the younger woman's nose wrinkling at the stench. "And how you drank my pee, licked my filthy pussy and asshole, ate my farts, and couldn't stop cumming from all that? Did you? Huh?"

Laura shook her head, tears in her eyes as Brett's eyes widened at the disclosure.

"Mom..I...I didn't...I didn't..." the teen stuttered, unable to process this horrific information nor stop the cock-stiffening reaction to it.

"Oh, and I suppose you ignored my instructions that day, to not only tell him, but suck his cock and piss in his mouth?" Susan continued, as Laura shook her head again. "Well, well, well, that'll cost you extra, dearie, you must learn to obey me!"

She let the words hang in the summer air, watching her victims squirm, feeling her pussy go wetter at the thought of what was to come.

"Now do be kind to an old woman and make your way to my house. Now," Susan hissed still smiling, then pulling Laura's face close, sticking her hot tongue in her ear and moaning, "both of you, together, are gonna service me...and each other...."

She pushed the woman out into the street and drove away, pee leaking into her moist thong panty. She pulled into her driveway and waited, and soon, the nervous mother and son appeared before her. Susan stood, in soaking wet white t-shirt and satiny super short red running shorts, low white socks and sneakers, and smiled.

"Into my den, said the spider to the flies!" she laughed, leading the way, allowing them the view of the sexy muscles of her old legs, flowing beneath tanned, wrinkled skin.

Inside, she led them to her bedroom and spacious bathroom, with huge shower easily big enough for the three of them. She didn't have time to waste, the urge to piss was too strong, so she slowly peeled off her rank clothes, revealing her sweat-soaked bush, matted and moist, and bid the reluctant couple to do the same. They balked. Susan smiled, picked up her dirty thong and flipped it in her hand. Mother and son couldn't help but stare at the yellow stain on the crotch.

"Maybe this will help you decide," Susan laughed, walking to Laura and grabbing her by the hair, ramming the moist, piss-soaked panty into the stunned woman's nose, wiping it on her face and jamming it into her nostrils. "Take a big whiff, dear girl, does it remind you of anything?"

She backed away and Laura sputtered, taking the filthy panty from her face and tossing it aside, the stench staying with her. Brett slowly, shyly peeled off his clothes, obeying his elderly mistress, his long cock limp between his huge balls. Laura forced herself not to look, her head dipping on her chest.

"Mrs. O'Malley...I really don't think this..." Laura whined haltingly.

"Well," Susan sighed, "maybe this will help you think more clearly!"

She latched one powerful hand onto Brett's crotch, squeezing his balls in her firm grip, making the boy scream in agony as Laura watched helplessly.

"Now, do you want to have grandchildren some day?" Susan laughed sweetly. "I'll pop his balls with one big squeeze, and believe me, I can do it, and he'll never father children! Oh, my, my, my, look at how your little boy has GROWN, with me crushing his lovely little testicles and all!

"No, Mrs. O'Malley, please!" the boy begged with a high-pitched shriek, his mother still not watching, tears rolling down her face.

"Shh, Brett, shhh," she laughed, squeezing his nuts harder, precum flipping off his stiff dick and onto her muscular forearm, and adding in sing-song voice, "Lau-raaaa? Oh, LAU-RAAA?"

Slowly, Laura lifted her head, eyes wide at the site of her naked, handsome son, his balls tight in Susan's grip and that cock, long and hard, bobbing above. Shame and excitement consumed and confused her.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" the boy yelled, looking at his mother looking at his cock. "I..I couldn't help it...it's just..."

"It's just that a sexy old woman who makes you drink her piss gets you hard, right?" Susan finished for him. "It's OK, it does something for your sexy little mom here, too..."

Susan's hand resumed mauling the boy's tender balls, the boy wincing and struggling to free himself, as she growled through a grin, "Strip, dear heart, and get in the shower. You look a little thirsty."

Reluctantly, Laura obeyed and her son watched, in rapt fascination, as her luscious young body came into view. Susan smiled, and they joined Laura in the spacious shower.

"Now, my sweet little mother-friend, if you would?" Susan said pleasantly, pointing to the tiled floor as she cranked up the shower's steamer, filling the glassed-in space with moist heat that would cause Susan's already sweaty body to smell ever more pungent.

Laura obeyed, anxious and scared, her back on the floor as Susan stood over her, facing her feet, Brett watching, wide eyed and stiff dicked. Susan smiled, spread her hairy pussy lips and squatted over Laura's mouth.

"Open wide, my dear," Susan growled, laughing as the blonde eagerly obeyed, caught up in the shame of her domination. "Here it comes!"

Susan squatted and settled her furry slit on that welcoming mouth and released a red-hot torrent of golden juice, boiling and rank, directly down Laura's madly gulping throat. The young woman tried her best to swallow the endless stream, her nose slipping into Susan's hairy, nasty asshole. Susan laughed and spread her wrinkly, saggy ass meat in her hands, spearing Susan's nose with it as she continued to gush piss into the younger woman's gullet.

"Uh-oh, sometimes when I have to piss this bad, everything lets loose!" Susan giggled, letting her ass cheeks slap shut around Laura's face.

She grunted and as the piss continued to nearly drown the trapped woman beneath her, unleashed a crackling barrage of farts, foul and wet, shooting into Laura's nose and lungs. Laura screamed in humiliation, the stench nearly making her vomit, the remnants of Susan's waning piss sputtering out of her mouth in a golden geyser that shot up between Susan's lush, saggy thighs and over her tits and puffy white belly.

"Well, THAT wasn't very nice!" Susan growled. "Now, lick my little bum hole clean, it's rather dirty from my workout at the gym!"



Brett could not believe his eyes as Susan wiggled her fleshy rump on his mother's mouth, watching her tongue shoot out and deep into the elderly woman's sticky, wet rectum, digging with mad passion, her eyes closed, her hands pulling at the meaty flesh, pulling the cheeks open to get deeper, her hips coming off the floor of the shower, humping air, cunt electric and alive.

"Yes, Brett, dear boy, you see how much your dirty little mother LOVES eating my filthy bum and drinking my pee and smelling my nasty farts!" Susan laughed, running her hands up and down her piss-soaked torso, twisting her thick brown nipples in her bony old fingers. "She's such a delicious, willing little whore! Aren't you dear, aren't you?"

"Fuck, yes, yes, yessss," Laura hissed from under Susan's hunching hips as she sucked the older woman's asshole inside out, bathing the muscular walls with her tongue, devouring the slimy fluids inside, sniffing the occasional growling fart that burped from it. "YESSSS!!!"

Susan smiled at the stunned boy, curling a finger to him, looking hungrily at his dripping dick. He shuffled over and gasped as the old woman took his cock in her hands and twisted them around it, sucking it into her wrinkled mouth.

"Goddam, Mrs. O'Malley, goddam!" he moaned.

Susan smiled around his pulsating pecker, feeling him tense, knowing he couldn't last especially looking down at his mother's face buried in the older woman's dimpled ass, sucking away like a hungry dog.

He came quickly and abundantly, filling her mouth, Susan holding in his sweet seed, rope after rope of boy cum searing her bulging cheeks. She finally let go and popped his cock from her sucking mouth, a smear of pearly goo on her wrinkled chin. Scooting back, she freed Laura's moaning face from her sweaty, suffocating ass and looked down. Laura looked back, knowing what was to come and groaned.

"Please...please, Mrs. O'Malley..not that..please..." she begged.

Susan responded by pinning the blonde's head between her knees, squeezing hard, forcing that mouth open and then opened her own to let a thick, gooey strand of the boy's cum wriggle in a quivering, lumpy stream down into it. Susan laughed a dominant laugh as she spit the rest of it into Laura's sputtering mouth, clamping a hand over it.

"Now now, don't you dare swallow, my little pretty," Susan snarled, quickly scooting up onto that face, her asshole on her mouth. "Shoot your son's hot cum into my ass, all of it!"

Laura screamed but obeyed her elderly mistress, jetting her son's thick cum directly up and into Susan's open ass, tamping it inside with her tongue, feeling the shitter walls close around it, holding it in. 

"Now suck, baby," Susan snarled. "Suck it out!"

Through teary eyes, Laura watched Susan's saggy ass flutter and quiver around her face as she rammed her tongue inside the hole, scouring the walls seeking out spunk and finding it, then attaching her lips to it and sucking hard, feeling the bitter brew of sperm and ass oils fill her mouth, helped along by Susan's contracting ass, farting out whatever Laura missed. Susan laughed as Laura gagged on her rectal offerings and wiggled her butt, sealing that mouth inside, forcing the moaning blonde to swallow.

Brett's dick never flagged, staying rock-hard as he watched the bizarre scene, his mother slurping his cum out of the old woman's farting ass, disbelieving it and wanting more. Susan dipped her hand into her crotch to finger herself to a quick, wet orgasm, her pussy juices flowing out and into her ass crack to be mixed with sperm and sweat, Laura sucking down every foul drop.

"Eat her," Susan growled, her fingers continuing to plunge I and out of her cunt, sloshing noises filling the air, rising above the shower's hissing steam. "Eat your mother's pussy!"

In a horny hypnotic state, Brett obeyed, shuffling to his mother's splayed thighs, kneeling and leaning into the sweaty crotch, parting the shaved lips and diving in, burying his face into the cunt that bore him 19 years ago, madly lapping and sucking the oily lips, tongue pounding wetly in and out of her gripping hole, his nose grinding the engorged clit. Laura screamed in pleasure up Susan's fluttering ass, and slammed her meaty thighs around her son's head, cupping it in her hands, pounding into his nose and mouth, squeezing so hard he moaned in pain.

"So nice to see mother and son getting along so well!" Susan laughed as she snapped her hips back and forth on Laura's face, humping it with increasing intensity, feeling her orgasm building. "Eat her good, son, eat her, make your mommy cum in your mouth!"

And Laura did, letting out an ear-shattering scream that was absorbed in the grinding cunt and ass pounding her face, her thighs quivering from squeezing her son's head so hard, filling his moaning mouth with her cream. She came harder than she'd ever cum before, from Brett's expert pussy eating and the forbidden, soul-chilling realization that her son was the expert causing it. When she finally stopped cumming, her body trembled from the exertion, limbs quivering as she unlocked her strong thighs from her boy's head and let him breathe.

"Lovely, just lovely!" Susan giggled, standing up. "Now, my dear little mother, Brett once enjoyed my pee on the beach that day, I think it's time he enjoyed his Mommy's! Sit on his face."

Laura slowly dragged herself to her feet, staring at Susan, shaking her head.

"Mrs. O'Malley...please..we've done..I've done everything..please, I can't, I just can't..." she begged.

Susan walked to her, cupping one hand around her throat and slamming her into the shower wall so hard it rattled the glass. Brett watched, unable to move to protect his mother. And not wanting to.

Susan grinned into Laura's face – and shot a knee into her crotch, slamming the bone into Laura's cunt with a gruesome wet slap. Brett winced. And did nothing. Susan looked over her shoulder at him.

"Wanna see that again?" she leered.

"Yes," Brett heard himself whisper, making eye contact with his disbelieving mother. "Yes, please..."

Again, Susan slammed her knee into Laura's crotch and Laura screamed, and Susan did it again and again, and Laura's screams soon transformed into a low, guttural moan. On the last cunt kick, Susan left her shiny knee pinned into Laura's cunt, grinding it, hissing into the young woman's mouth. Laura's pussy soaked the knee with orgasmic slime.

"You dirty little bitch," she laughed, biting Laura's lips and tongue. "You LOVE taking my kicks to your filthy little pussy! I'm proud of you, girl, you learn quickly, if not painfully!"

She let her go and Laura slumped to the floor. Susan pushed her cum-coated knee into Laura's face and the woman anxiously lapped madly at it, tasting her own juice, and fingering her hot pussy. Brett's cock was ready to explode as he watched.

"Now, Brett, lie down and taste Mommy's piss!"

There was no resistance from either now, just an abiding allegiance to their granny dominator. Brett lay back, cock thrusting from his crotch, and Laura slithered over him, her wet cunt open and fleshy, and unleashed a torrent of piss directly into her little boy's mouth. Brett moaned, gulped and swallowed and rammed his face into her cunt, desperately seeking more, lapping at her pussy and clit, sucking the piss from her hole before she could even release it. Laura screamed with pleasure and then bent to fist her boy's cock in her hand and jam the dripping wet head into her mouth, sucking his dick like she'd never sucked a dick before. Brett returned the favor and the mother-son pairing, unholy and wet, writhed against each other, seeking agonizing release.

"Oh, you kids!" Susan laughed, sitting on the shower bench and fingering her hairy pussy as she watched.

Mother and son came, long and hard, Brett's cock flooding Laura's mouth with so much cum she couldn't contain it, pulling the head out to spray her face and tits with the gushing cream. As she did, she came in buckets, jetting her woman juice into Brett's sucking mouth, lathering his whole face with it. They came for a solid, long, limb-quaking and mind-blowing minute and finally collapsed, Laura rolling to her side, both panting for air, their faces slick and slimy.

"Kiss, you two, now kiss like the lovers you are!" Susan laughed.

They needed little provoking, and Brett climbed on top of his mom, kissing her wet and deep, eyes open and locked on each other's, as they licked each other's faces clean of their cum. Susan knelt behind Brett and reached between his legs to fist his stiff dick, fitting it into his mother's aching cunt, and the boy slipped easily and eagerly inside, slamming forward, his tireless balls slapping into his mother's ass.

"Fuck me, Brett, fuck me!" Laura screamed, locking her young, muscular thighs around Brett's slender middle, squeezing him deeper inside her.

Brett needed no encouragement, pounding away at his mother's slippery pussy, and Susan stood over their heads as they frantically kissed, tongues doing battle. She spread her pussy and let flow a steady, red-hot jet of piss, washing over Brett's head and Laura's face, stinging and brutally sexy, running into their locked mouths where they frantically tasted the bitter liquid, sharing it and shooting it back and forth between them. 

"My, my, what little monsters I have created!" Susan laughed, shaking her pussy lips and splattering them with the rest of her pee, blessing them with her golden juices.

Brett came soon after and with each jetting rope of cum bathing her womb, so did Laura, snapping her hips up to her son's thrusts, and then they lay in each other's arms, awash in sweat and piss and cum as Susan stood, watching, smiling.

"Brett, be a dear and clean out your mom's pussy," she sighed as Brett eagerly obeyed, slipping out of his mother's gaping cunt and laying between her legs, watching the pearly pool of cum gathered between those slick lips, attaching his mouth to it and sucking madly for his own seed.

"Good girl, good girl," Susan cooed, kneeling to kiss Laura's face, then offering up her wrinkled old tits that Laura suckled on like a baby at her mom's teats, moaning, twisting the sagging flesh in her hands and forcing as much as possible into her mouth. "Good, good girl...."

After Laura had cum in her son's sucking mouth, Susan lay them down, side by side, squatting over their faces and washing them both clean with her hot piss, watching with approval as both opened their mouths wide, like baby birds waiting for food, her golden juices filling them as they swallowed it all down, tasting a brand-new and deliciously forbidden way of life....



Mrs. O'Malley's Golden Juices Ch. 05



(AUTHOR'S NOTE: What follows is a very nasty story about sexual domination of one sexy granny by another, and it has scenes of golden showers, ass licking, fart smelling and other variables that some may not like. If you don't, do NOT read further and then complain you hated the story. There are ample opportunities to find what you like elsewhere on this wonderful site! But if this sort of thing does appeal to you, please read and hopefully enjoy, and of course, vote and comment!)

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It had been a few days since Susan O'Malley had thoroughly dominated Lauren Hannigan and her 19-year-old son, Brett. They were firmly under her pissy control now, after Susan had her way with the boy at the beach one day, converting him to her ways after forcing him to drink her hot pee, and later his mom as well, when the pretty young woman came to her house in anger over what happened to her boy and leaving with Susan's stain on her, another new disciple under Susan's control.

And then she'd dominated them both in her shower in a long, hot, wet sexual session that left mother and son ashamed and eager for more. Susan sat on her side deck this evening, twirling her white wine in a glass, feet up after a long day at work, thinking back on all that and wondering what her next conquest would be, who would be the next unwilling victim she would win over to her dark, fluid side.

She didn't hear Dawn come in her front door, nor walk out on the deck behind her. She heard nothing until the woman spoke.

"Mrs. O'Malley, I presume?"

Susan spun around, startled, wine sloshing from her glass and spilling on her supple, 65-year-old thighs as she looked up at the woman smiling a dark smile at her.

"What the...who the...?" Susan stammered, standing up angrily to confront the intruder.

She was big, not fat but large, roomy in the hips, a thickish torso and long, solid legs as she stood, saying nothing, in a short flowery skirt and fashionable top that hugged her rubenesque curves. Dawn was older than Susan, with chestnut hair in a somewhat shaggy mane, streaked with sexy gray, a full face free for the most part of the wrinkles that Susan had. It was the big green eyes that drew Susan in as she stared, disbelieving at this rather pretty, slightly smiling quiet woman before her, a good four inches and 40 pounds more than she.

"How dare you?" Susan snapped, slapping her wine glass down on a side table and walking up to the big woman. "Who the fuck are you and how dare you walk into my house?"

She felt control slipping away as the bigger woman just smiled at her, saying nothing, and it wasn't a good feeling. Susan was always in control, always, and this woman, this sexy intruder was siphoning it from her without saying a word. And it made Susan all the angrier.

Finally the woman spoke, looking down at Susan's thighs coated with wine that glistened in the slanting rays of the later afternoon sun.

"Shame to waste good wine, my dear," she sighed.

She moved quickly and fluidly for a larger woman and Susan barely was aware that she was now atop her, face to face, instantly capturing Susan's hands behind her with firm, strong hands, holding her still as she looked down into the blonde's stunned face, pressing her back into the deck's railing.

"Struggle if you like, I'm rather fond when they fight back," she said calmly in a soft hiss, her sweet breath on Susan's face. "But I've had martial arts training, my dear, and there's nothing much you can do to resist me."

"But who...please, you're hurting me...please...who..." Susan said, confused and angry at the woman holding her but at herself for being so completely out of control.

"Dawn, Dawn Montrose," the big woman said, her lips brushing Susan's, making her jump as she felt the heat of her breath against her face. "I am Laura Hannigan's mother, and Brett's grandmother and I'm here to have a word with you about them."

Susan's heart raced. She had always been in control of nearly every situation in her life, and always of the sexual ones, but this woman was too strong to resist - and too pretty and sexy. Susan felt herself giving way, giving in, and she fought it even as she felt her pussy go wet the harder Dawn squeezed her hands behind her.

"Now be a good little bitch and get me some wine," the big woman smiled, releasing Susan and spinning her back toward the door to the house as she silkily moved to sit in Susan's chair, crossing her impossibly sexy, large legs, thick, tanned and hard. "And try not to spill any."

Susan was transfixed, unable to disobey as she shuffled into the kitchen to fetch the wine and bring it back outside, handing it to the smiling woman sitting in her deck chair, playfully bouncing her top crossed leg, a huge flare of steely muscle around the shin bone, taking Susan's eyes to it.

"Yes, they are quite sexy, my legs, I work hard to keep in shape, far better shape than you, little woman," she giggled in a hoarse, sexy, low voice. "Now, about my daughter and grandson..."

"They...I...I mean they like it," Susan stammered, fighting for control of her words, a most unfamiliar situation for the usually confident woman.

"Yes, so it would seem," Dawn sighed, sipping her wine. "But not at first. At first you controlled them, made them do things against their will, and that cannot be tolerated."

Susan looked back at an empty chair and sat in it, on its edge, nervous, her hands clasped in her lap.

"Did I tell you to sit?" Dawn said with a pleasant smile. "No, I did not. Stand."

Susan found herself obeying, standing, trying not to stare at the beautiful woman so easily controlling her. Dawn smiled, and purposely let a splash of wine escape her glass and land on one huge, superbly muscled rugged thigh that was on marvelous display in her short skirt.

"Oops, silly me!" Dawn said brightly, then adding with a hoarse whisper. "Lick it off."

"What?" Susan asked, astonished at the brazenness of this woman so surprisingly confident.

"No, not 'what', dearie, the response should be 'Yes, Mistress Dawn'," she smiled, splashing a little more wine on the thighs she now spread a bit, the fluid running down the dark, hard flesh atop each one to the softer, more inviting inner flesh that quivered before Susan's eyes. "Say it."

"Yes...Mistress...Dawn..." Susan groaned, amazed at the words escaping her trembling lips as she knelt before the dark-haired beauty.

Dawn laughed as Susan dipped her head to her lap, hungry now as she licked the fluid from the salty flesh, suckling the meaty quad muscle on top and lapping her way to the inside, tickling the slightly wrinkled inner thigh as Dawn watched, sipping more wine. Susan was totally caught up in the moment as Dawn spread her legs wider to accommodate the blonde's sucking head, and as she inhaled, caught a whiff of the sweaty aroma coming from behind the tiny dark thong panty Dawn wore.

"Yes, I am a little ripe, a little cheesy, am I not?" Dawn laughed, noticing Susan's wrinkling nose at the scent. "I work hard, my dear, and work out harder. I ran several miles before I came here, and before that was at the gym, so I'm afraid I'm not at my cleanest! But then again, given the awful smells you put on my daughter's and grandson's faces, well, you're quite used to it, aren't you?"

Susan groaned, reveling in the foul unwashed vapors from Dawn's crotch, looking at the wet panty and curly dark hair peeking out from the sides and top, the biggest, nastiest bush she'd ever seen. She licked her lips and moved her face closer, anxious for a taste.

"Now, now, now, all in good time," Dawn growled, suddenly and savagely clamping Susan's approaching face in the iron grip of her huge, matronly thighs, cinching her ankles behind Susan and resting them on her back, squeezing the breathless blonde in her tightening scissor hold. "I understand you like crushing heads in your little legs, my dear? Well, you've got nothing on me, so here's a little sample!"

Susan's head felt like it would crack in the vice lock of Dawn's huge, strong thighs, her hands coming up to palm the sides of the thick limbs, her face tantalizingly close to that hairy, smelly crotch, a mix of pain and pleasure that put her into a fog. Dawn laughed and squeezed harder, arms folded across her ample chest, one arm up to casually sip her wine as she effortlessly kept Susan a prisoner of her meaty thighs. She slowly increased the pressure, concentrating the power into her inner thighs, the adductor muscles cutting into Susan's trapped neck and making her dizzy from the relentless, growing squeeze.

"About to pass out, aren't you?" Dawn giggled. "Oh, I could, and may knock you out in my headscissors, but for now I'm out of wine. See to it."

She unlocked her legs and Susan crashed back on her ass, aware now she hadn't been breathing for the last minute or so she was imprisoned in the fleshy bars of Dawn's crushing leg jail. She panted for air and with trembling hand reached for Dawn's glass, quickly retrieving more wine for the woman so easily controlling her existence.

"Now then, you've been such a bad girl, you must be punished," Dawn said after a few long moments of making Susan stand before her silently, wondering what would come next, her pussy aching for whatever lay in store for her. "I think a spanking is in order. Here, lie across my thighs, be quick about it, I haven't got all night."

Dawn's impatience excited Susan but she was never a fan of spanking. She balked, taking halting steps toward her tormentress. Dawn brightened.

"Oh, we've hit on some perversity you do NOT care for, have we?" she laughed, reaching up and grabbing Susan, literally tearing off her clothes and peeling down her panties, leaving the trembling blonde naked in the early evening chill, her wrinkled body shivering. "All the better, my dear, all the better..."

She worked quickly and efficiently, grabbing Susan's hair and laying her across her lap, Susan's fleshy, sagging ass glowing white in the new night. Dawn growled and tenderly ran her fingers over the meat, tickling her, spreading her cheeks and teasing Susan's pucker with one fingernail, then palming the flesh in both hands, massaging it.

"You do have a beautiful ass, my dear, I'll give you that, so soft, so creamy, so white," she hissed. "Now, let's see about getting some color on it!"

Susan braced for the blow, but it didn't come. Dawn raised her hand high and watched the little blonde wriggle and squirm, anticipating. Susan's hands instinctively shot back to cover her pale bum, which drew an angry response from Dawn.

"How dare you try to ward off my blows?" she snarled, twisting Susan's arms up behind her at the small of her back and quickly tying them there with her own panty Dawn had torn off her moments before. "That will cost you extra..."

The blows finally came, hard and fast, then softer and more slowly, an alternating current of stinging electricity that coursed through Susan's tender ass flesh and enveloped her being. She screamed, eyes shut against the pain, screams quickly muffled as Dawn stopped her spanking long enough to peel off her fetid panties and stuff them into the blonde's moaning mouth, its stench overpowering and exciting, a mix of piss, shit and sweat that caused Susan to suck at the rancid fabric, anxious to reconstitute the original perverse flavor.

Dawn laughed, stripping off the rest of her clothes and repositioning Susan across her supple thighs, blasting her hands, one at a time and occasionally together, onto Susan's rapidly reddening fanny, licking her lips as she watched the jiggly granny ass flesh quiver and quake under her raining blows. Susan got used to the pain, and started to relish it now, grinding her hips down onto Dawn's powerful thighs, eager to cum. Dawn sensed it and stopped, smiling down at the red mounds of flesh before her.

"No, no, dear woman, you don't get to cum, not now, perhaps not at all," Dawn giggled, bending to kiss Susan's flaming ass, causing her to moan and wiggle her butt up in response. "This isn't at all about you, as it was with my family. This is all about me!"

She let her hands drift to that ass, pulling apart the cheeks, looking inside at the sweaty, hairy pucker of Susan's asshole, which opened and closed as she arched her hips, eager for more. Dawn held them apart with one hand and rudely sliced the middle finger of the other hand directly into that pucker, sliding it up to the last knuckle with a grunt, twisting it madly and finger fucking Susan's ass. The blonde screamed, at first in pain from the savage anal invasion, but then in pleasure as Dawn's educated finger probed deeper and wider, tickling ever sexy sensitive nerve ending in Susan's aching anal chasm.

"Again, it's not about you," Dawn said, watching Susan arch her back, trying to take that finger deeper still, then pulling it out and holding it aloft, watching it gleam in the gathering moonlight. "Oh, my, you have such a dirty little asshole!"

She drew that finger around to Susan's face, holding it for her to see. Susan's eyes went wide and her nose wrinkled at the ripe, cheesy aroma wafting from it. She'd long fed that smell to others, young men for the most part, by sitting on their faces and grinding her scent into their permanent psyche, but never had she tasted her own. She clamped her mouth shut, shaking her head side to side.

"OK, then just smell it!" Dawn laughed.

She grabbed Susan's hair and rammed that oily finger into her nose, up each nostril, wiping it brutally hard over her nose and lips, cleaning it on the woman from whence it came, laughing darkly as she did. Susan gagged from the stench of her unclean asshole and when she opened her mouth to scream, found it embedded inside, Dawn scraping it off on her lips and teeth.

"If your dirty asshole is good enough for my daughter and her son," she laughed, finger fucking Susan's moaning mouth, "it's certainly good enough for the likes of you!"

Susan's pussy was on fire, ashamed as she was at the stink in her mouth and nose, and was a rag doll in Dawn's powerful arms as the older woman slipped her to her knees before her. She looked up at those huge, creamy white tits offset by the dark tanned skin around it, and down the slightly puffed belly to the biggest, hairiest pussy she'd ever seen. Dawn smiled, spreading her meaty thighs, and Susan heard the moist sucking sound from within the furry folds as Dawn's wet cunt lips opened up, a shiny gleam inside the hairy maw.

"Eat me," she said simply, lifting her legs to scoop Susan's face to her quim, locking it firmly in place with her muscular old thighs, the skin soft and inviting and strong, reaching for her wine glass to sip as Susan set about her oral task.

Dawn didn't squeeze at first, letting her thighs lie loose and fleshy on Susan's face as the eager woman buried her face into the hairy, moist clam of Dawn's outrageously hirsute snatch, the smell overpowering her, exciting her in a way she'd never experienced. She inhaled deeply, devouring Dawn's pungent scent, relishing the thickness of it, the bitter sharpness of old piss and the tangy forbidden flavor of shit. She moaned, humping the pussy with her face, running it up and down the lips, lapping eagerly, finding the hole under the hair and invading it with her tongue, tasting its funk lining Dawn's undulating pussy walls. She ground her nose into the older woman's clit, rubbing it, feeling it ooze its gel into her nostrils.

It was all consuming, all so nasty, so ripe, so raw, and Susan couldn't get enough, abandoning her tongue fucking, drawing it back into her mouth to savor the flavor, and then attaching her sucking mouth to Dawn's ridiculously huge clit, like a small cock, suckling it, dribbling it with her tongue, eager to please her Amazonic mistress who groaned at Susan's oral ministrations and tightened her huge thighs on her sucking head.

"You're very good at this, dearie," Dawn smiled, running one hand through Susan's silky blonde-white hair, the other twirling wine in the glass she lifted to her lips. "So very, very good...but it will cost you...I can't control myself when I cum...so get ready..."

Susan didn't know what she meant until she felt the growling ripple of muscle on her face, as Dawn neared orgasm and tensed her thighs, throbbing those inner muscles on Susan's jawbones and ears, pulsating them, twin ribbons of silky steel. Dawn groaned, swiveling her hips, cupping Susan's head in one hand, pushing on the face trapped in her cunt, and ground hard against it. Susan moaned, in pleasure at first then pain as Dawn's orgasm mounted and grew and finally exploded, gushing a thick stream of womanly cum down her sucking throat and those impossibly sexy old thighs tensed fully, quivering and shaking, calves locked tightly together and legs out straight as she came and completely covered the sucking head trapped inside.

"MMGNFHHFLLFFF!! Susan screamed, trying to pull her hands free from behind her back, trying to twist her head out of the fleshy prison of Dawn's crushing thighs, trying to breathe.

But she could not and as she gulped down every fetid, greasy drop of Dawn's copious cum, she passed out cold in the grip of legs, going slack and loose until Dawn finally released her scissors and let Susan slump to the deck, her face completely soaked with her orgasmic slime.

When she awoke, it was with Dawn on the balls of her feet, hovering over her face, those nasty furry lips spread, the meat of her cunt glistening. Dawn grinned down between those vast, squatting thighs.

"Drink up, bitch," she growled and let flow a massive stream of stinging hot piss that blasted into Susan's face, stinging her eyes, filling her mouth.

Susan gobbled and gagged and drank it down as best she could, the rest cascading over her head, soaking her fine, silky hair. Dawn plunked down now on her face, pinning it in her sweaty, piss-soaked thighs, the jetting hole sealing onto Susan's mouth, another pulsating flow of red-hot piss roping directly down the sputtering woman's throat.

She almost came from that alone, from tasting Dawn's angry piss, from the sheer subjugation, the subservience to another woman with a sexual domination greater than ever her own, but as she humped the air anxious to find her own orgasm as Dawn ground out hers on Susan's pussy blanketed face, the big woman laughed and pinched her thighs together, cutting off Susan's air and smothering her to sleep.

When she awoke, her head throbbed in pain from the second knockout. She blinked, rivulets of piss entering her eyes, blinding her with stinging pain for a moment before she could focus on the big woman standing up, leaning on the railing, and for the first time Susan saw her ass. It was huge, shapely but large, fleshy, white, perfectly mounded and supple, with the slightest sag.

"Not a bad butt for someone pushing 70, huh?" Dawn laughed, hearing Susan's groans from behind and below her. "Now, kiss it, lick it, suck it. You've tasted my piss, now get a little something from the dark side..."

Susan moaned, shuffling to her.

"Beg," Dawn growled over a brawny shoulder. "The right way..."

"Please...Mistress Dawn...may I kiss, lick and suck your ass? PLEASE!!" Susan cried, disbelieving words she'd never thought she'd say.

"Of course, dearie," Dawn giggled.

Susan was a woman possessed, slathering that big, white ass with lusty kisses and slobbering licks, long, wet moments of tasting Dawn's butt sweat before the big woman palmed apart those sexy cheeks, an explosion of anal hair tufted inside, and beyond, the dark gray puckering hole. Susan watched Dawn flex it open and shut, teasing her, and sniffed the air madly, practically tasting with her nose the acridness of it, a moist, hot, funky smell of sweat and shit. IT was a scent she knew she had and had forced on others, and groaned from knowing it would now be forced on her.




Mrs. O'Malley's Golden Juices Ch. 05



"Suckle," Dawn growled. "Put your mouth around my asshole, through that nasty hair, and suckle on my butt!"

Susan moaned, obeying her, attaching her mouth to the anal ring, feeling the abundant hair tickled her cheeks and gasped as Dawn let go her hands, allowing her huge butt meat to slap shut around Susan's cheeks, trapping her inside. Susan's eyes were wide open and saw nothing but the expansive, white flesh around her as she sucked hard, tasting the bitter tang of Dawn's asshole, plunging her tongue inside to relish the raw flavor of her rectal walls, the muscles there pulling at the tongue, drawing it deeper inside, making Susan fear it would be ripped from her mouth and ingested by Dawn's hungry rump.

"I have very powerful ass muscles," Dawn said proudly, now jiggling her ample ass in Susan's trapped face, that asshole milking the tongue inside it, Susan's moans muffled by all that quivering flesh. "You are trapped with no place to go, so keep eating, keep tasting, keep living in my ass!"

Susan's moaned, tonguing the rippling hole with reckless abandon, wanting her whole head to disappear up Dawn's accommodating ass, twisting her head side to side to get in deeper, drilling the foul ass with tongue and tasting every nasty flavor that coated it. Dawn groaned, fingering her cunt as she leaned over the railing, snapping off a quick, wet orgasm, lifting her slimed fingers up and back, rubbing it into Susan's nose where the blonde eagerly snorted it down her throat.

"Now, here's a little taste of what you give to others, baby," Dawn laughed, pulling Susan's tongue from her drenched asshole and repositioning herself, impaling it with Susan's nose.

Susan felt the rumble from Dawn's belly and the ripple of her ass as the dominant woman grunted and let loose a 30-second barrage of farts, low and growling, sharp and acidic, wet and chunky, directly into Susan's nose and mouth, the echoing sound hollow and loud, mixing with the screams from the trapped woman. Susan had no choice but to inhale Dawn's endless butt thunder, swallowing it down, tasting the bitter tang of it, feeling flecks of shit in her mouth. The smell was incredible and bad, ripe and raw, and embedded itself onto Susan's piss-soaked face. Dawn finally let one last crackling fart knock the blonde to her back on the deck, where she lay crying and ashamed and excited beyond any excitement she'd ever experienced.

"Now," Dawn sighed, straddling Susan's panting face and descending, smothering that face in her stinky, furry wet cunt, pinching her thighs shut around it. "Nighty night..."

The floodgates opened, front and back, as Dawn let fly another blinding torrent of scorching piss directly down Susan's gulping gullet, and her ass opened to erupt a gruesome wave of foul air that coursed up through the piss, bubbling and popping in a wet, stinky foam that invaded Susan's mouth and nose, shutting off all air. Dawn came quickly and brutally, smothering Susan in her clenching thighs and gushing cunt, and soon knocked out the little blonde, whose body lay slack beneath her.

She dismounted, smiling, looking down at the sleeping, wet woman, getting dressed and easily picking her up into her powerful old arms, carrying her up to bed. She found a notepad on Susan's dresser, scratched out a message and left it on Susan's chest, graciously untying her hands first before she stole out into the night for home.

"My dearest Mrs. O'Malley," Susan read an hour or so later when she finally awoke, every muscle in her body aching, every inch electric and alive. "I so enjoyed meeting you tonight and trust you enjoyed it as well. I also left you a little something to relieve yourself with, it's to your right."

Susan looked over. There were Dawn's black panties, shining in the dark. She lifted them up, pulling them to her face, inhaling deeply the scent of sweat, piss and shit.

"I took the liberty of wiping us both clean with it, my ass and pussy, my piss and yours," the note continued. "Enjoy. And know I'll be back, dear lady. I think our new friendship will be beneficial to us both. And my family, of course. I've other grandchildren and daughters I'd like you to meet..."

The orgasm Susan experience from just reading the note was second only to the one that came directly after as she feasted on the nasty panty on her face, her fingers dancing between her thighs. She wasn't entirely sure if she liked being dominated or dominating more, but for now, for this night, the choice was abundantly clear, and she looked forward to further exploring both sides of her sexual existence, as often as possible...



Mrs. O'Malley's Golden Juices Ch. 06



Susan O'Malley was in a good mood. A great mood.

Not long ago, the sexy 65-year-old blonde fox had dominated young Brett Hannigan on the beach, forcing him into her piss-loving ways, capturing his young face in her strong old thighs and introducing him to her world of golden showers.

Not long after, Brett's mom, Lauren, paid Susan a visit, livid at the way she'd treated her son. She won Lauren over the same way, by force, using her sexy old body to control the hesitant woman, converting her to her ways as well as she dragged her to her shower and nearly drowned the younger woman in her piss, and farts, and left her go after she agreed to return with Brett.

They did, of course, no one could resist Susan's ways, and after a brutal piss-and-fart-filled session with the two of them, Lauren's mom, Dawn, had paid Susan a visit.

It didn't go well for Susan, at first. Long the dominant one, she found herself completely submissive to the thick-bodied 69-year-old woman, forced to endure her dominant ways, and ending up in adoring servitude to her. She enjoyed the role switch for the first time in her life.

She thought about all of that as now she slogged along in traffic, eager to get home after a long day of work, maybe order Brett and/or Lauren over. Maybe call up Dawn and offer up the idea of foursome, the two older dominant gals having their way with the younger members of the family.

"It's been awhile," she sighed to herself.

She was hot and tired, and very sweaty, after hitting the gym after work, drinking a good deal of water as she worked out, which now worked against her. She had to pee and pee badly, and while she usually relished the feeling of a full bladder, especially if she knew she had a face to unleash it on, this was getting uncomfortable. She knew she'd have to go soon.

"Dammit, I gotta go bad," she growled to herself. "Should've gone before I left the gym."

She clenched her meaty thighs together in her very short workout shorts, trying to hold it in. Then, as if by divine intervention, she saw him at the side of the road, a young man with scruffy hair and a bohemian, raggy look. He had a big smile on his handsome face, his thumb extended.

"Well, well, well," she smiled. "This could work out after all."

She slowed and waved to the lad, who brightly smiled back, picked up his backpack and ran to her car, tossing his gear in the back seat and climbing in front, cars honking behind her as they waited before resuming their slow collective crawl.

"Uh...hi," the boy said, somewhat nervously now as he slid in beside her, looking at Susan in her very tight, sweat-soaked white t-shirt that clung to a marvelously muscular body, and those satiny green short shorts that were riding high on her deeply tanned, freckled and very shapely, sturdy thighs. "Uh, my name's Jared."

He stuck out a hand. Susan shook it, holding it longer than usual, smiling at the boy who felt the heat emanating from her fingers and warming him in a way he least expected from a woman three or more times his age.

They inched through traffic, making idle conversation, talking about her work, about his college life, Susan noticing peripherally the way the handsome young boy with curly brown hair was checking her out in his own sidelong way.

"Jared, do you date much?" she asked, keeping her eyes on the road but catching sidelong looks at the boy trying so hard not to stare at those thighs. "Get much, do ya?"

"Oh, Mrs. O'Malley, that's, uh, that's..." he said shyly.

"Embarrassing? Oh, Jared, it needn't be, a healthy sex life is good at any age," she said, purposely looking over and devouring him with a sexy look. "Any. Age."

"Yes, yes, I guess it is...I guess," he said, looking out the window.

He nearly leaped out of his seat when Susan suddenly cupped his leg in one hand, very high up his slim young thigh, and squeezed it. His head shot back around in shock as she smiled at him.

"Don't be shy, boy," she hissed with a dominant tone. "Not in this car, not with me."

She let the words settle in for a minute, that hand still on his thigh, he looking at it, then up at her. She was a pretty lady for her age, he thought, blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, her creamy, wrinkled neck revealed below her slightly rounded chin. He'd had sex with older women from time to time, but none older than 30. He felt his dick stir in his pants, not far from her hand she was now using to gently massage his thigh.

"I'm...I'm...I'm, uh, not shy, Mrs...O'Malley," he gulped nervously, looking down at her amazing legs with the incredible muscle tone for a woman her age, which he didn't know. "Uh..how...how...er...how..."

"65," she said smiling, without looking his way, that bony old hand daggering higher and harder up his thigh, Jared pushing himself back into his seat as far as he could. "Not bad looking for an old broad, huh? Pretty good shape. Especially the legs."

Jared's eyes widened as she slowly spread them in her seat, opening them as wide as possible, bulging her calves above her little sweat socks, treating his rapt eyes to the slight saggy and wrinkled flesh that hung on her inner thighs.

"Jared, you've been checking out my legs pretty hard since you got into my car," she laughed. "And speaking of hard..."

Without warning, her hand cupped his now-hard dick, squeezing it, making him yelp. She laughed.

"Figured as much," she sighed, slowly stroking it as he looked down at her hand in disbelief. "Oh, you young ones..."

"Uh...Mrs...O'Malley...oh, damn...please...shit, that feels...." Jared groaned, looking at the flex of her sinewy forearm as she picked up the pace of stroking his cock in his pants. "Please....damn..."

She laughed, almost forgetting her urge to piss as she worked his thick prick, but it came back over her, intensifying as her mind raced with possibilities.

"Jared, I'm always happy to lend a hand to young men," she snarled, suddenly stopping her handjob, the boy's face turning to her with a pleading look. "But you have to do something for me first."

"Of course, Mrs. O'Malley," he said eagerly, leaning over to palm her beautiful thigh, running his hand up it toward her snatch, which had gone moist from her stroking the boy's cock for a few minutes.

"Not yet, boy, not yet!" she laughed, slapping his hand away. "Be a dear and get the device out of the glove compartment."

He looked confused, but obeyed, opening the door and freezing. Inside was a funnel connected to a plastic tube, the tube affixed to a large water bottle. Which for the time being, was empty.

"De...device?" he asked quizzically, holding it up and turning it in his hands to look at it.

"Yeah, boy, I gotta pee, and I'm gonna use that," she said with a sneering smile. "And you're gonna give me a hand with it."

His eyes shot wide as she started to slither out of her tiny shorts, motioning for him to take the wheel as they crawled along at about 10 mph in heavy traffic. They shot wider still when she spread her meaty, freckled thighs and saw the thick mop of curly dark pubic hair there, with gray streaks, the mass of it damp and glistening. She smiled at him as he stared, unable to move.

"Uh, Jared?" she said, taking the wheel again and nodding down. "The funnel. Put the funnel against my pussy. Go on. Do it. You don't mind at all."

The last statement wasn't a question. Jared looked at her, blinked, and nervously brought the funnel, purposely bought for its oblong shape that seemed custom made for a narrow space, and put it between her thighs, pushing gently and fitting it against her flesh, pubic hair curling over the sides. He held it there, leaning over to do it, and could smell the funky sweaty musk of Susan's unwashed pussy.

"Take a good whiff, boy," she growled, looking at him. "Smells nice, doesn't it?"

"No...I mean it smells...it just smells," he said unevenly, wrinkling his nose.

His hand was cupped around the base of the short funnel, and he felt the moist heat permeate it and leach into his fingers. She smiled at him.

"Now, hold the bottle in your other hand, boy," she ordered him.

Jared couldn't believe it as Susan grunted and let flow a torrent of hot piss from that hairy pussy, jetting its way through the plastic tube and into the bottle in his hand, the scorching heat of it filling his hand and senses. The smell of urine filled the car, which was already moist and hot in the summer air, more so in that the air-conditioning wasn't on. He watched the golden juice flow through the tube, into the bottle, and watched Susan's lower belly tremble and undulate, forcing the rest of it out in little waning spurts of piss. He looked down at the bottle; it was three quarters full, and it was not a small bottle.

"Ahhhhhh," she groaned, finishing her piss, feeling her pussy wet from piss and her womanly juices as she gyrated her hips, grinding her sex into the funnel and Jared's trembling hand.

She shook the funnel away. Jared sat back, holding it up, the interior shiny and golden and warm to his hand. It was inches from his face. And then it was on his face.

"Smell it, baby!" Susan laughed, suddenly and dominantly reaching for the funnel and ramming it over Jared's nose and mouth like an oxygen mask, forcing the plastic to him, wetting him with her juice, the stench cascading down his nostrils.

He screamed, a muffled yell contained by the piss-coated plastic, and tried to pull her hand from his face, but she was too strong, too insistent. He felt himself weakening from lack of oxygen, forced to breath in her piss scent. And remarkably, he felt his cock throb to life in his jeans.

Susan used her left hand to hold the funnel to his face and using her knee to steer the slow-moving car, rammed her right hand to his crotch, smiling widely upon discovering his rock-hard cock.

"Another convert," she sighed, stroking him, watching his protesting hand fall away, as he slumped in his seat, inhaling in frantic gasps the moist urine air covering his nose and mouth. "Now lick it, lick it clean..."

His eyes were closed as he snaked out his tongue and tasted piss, an old woman's piss at that, for the first time in his life, reveling in the tang of it, the bitterness, the heat. He lapped madly, gulping down Susan's piss, going back for more.

Suddenly she took the funnel away, and her hand from his cock. He opened his eyes, his hips involuntarily thrusting into the space her gorgeous old hand had been a second earlier.

"Now, boy," she smiled, unsnapping the connection of tube to bottle and handing it to him, a froth of yellow swirling inside. "Drink."

He looked at her in astonishment. Licking a little pee from a funnel was one thing. But as he looked at the copious amount of piss hot in his hand was something else all together. She glared at him.

"Need some encouragement?" she snarled. "Drop your pants. Now."

With one hand on his pants and both eyes on her, he quickly obeyed, freeing his dripping dick that bobbed free from his groin. She smiled at the sight of it, licking her wrinkled lips. She drew her hand to it, circling it in her fingers and then suddenly latched onto his balls, squeezing so hard he screamed in agony.

"Drink," she said. "I won't say it again."

With trembling hand, he lifted the water bottle to his lips, the opening giving off a waft of pungent piss aroma that got to his nostrils in a steamy washing wave. He gulped, trying to ignore the scent, unable to ignore the throbbing pain in his nuts squeezed blue in Susan's powerful grip.

He brought the rim of the bottle to his lips, tilting it slowly. The first pungent sting of piss coated his lips, making him wince, pulling the bottle away, a motion met by a renewed bout of agony from Susan's punishing fingers. He quickly brought the bottle back, tilted it again, taking in his first mouthful, the flavor thick and aromatic, hot on his tongue. He gulped it down, trying not to puke, and tilted the bottle again. Casting his eyes sidelong, he saw Susan's eyes widen, her mouth curled into a dark smile. He gulped again and again, the swallows coming easier, and faster, guzzling it as quickly as he could, feeling the stench-ridden warmth of her piss rippling down his throat.

He almost didn't notice she'd let go of his balls and was now furiously jerking his cock, faster and faster, her bony hand a blur as it pistoned up and down on his throbbing boner. He swallowed the last of her piss, tipping the bottle fully to get the last drop, savoring the sensation of shame and pleasure as he did, his dick about to explode in her amazingly proficient hand.

"Not bad, not bad," she laughed. "I was going to say you didn't have to drink ALL of my piss, but you seemed to enjoy it!"

He looked down at that hand flying over his cock, bony and warm, freckled and expert, his dick oozing precum until it sheeted over her fingers. His balls knotted and he thrust up into her insistent hand.

"Oh no you don't, boy!" she said, suddenly gripping the base and squeezing off his impending orgasm, a dollop of pearly cum appearing in the eye, which after she'd staunched the flow, wiped onto those already shiny fingers.

"Lick, boy," she said, lifting that wet hand to his mouth where Jared stared at it first and then took her gooey digits into his lips, sucking them clean. "Another conversion, this is probably the first time you've eaten your own jizz, isn't it..."

He nodded furiously, eyes closed, mouth sucking her old fingers like small cocks, cleaning them completely. She pulled them from his mouth and pointed to her glistening pubic thatch.

"You're my toilet paper," she said darkly. "Lick it clean."

He quickly bent over the center console, uncomfortably but with eagerness, dipping his head between those fleshy thighs, his face at the top of her hirsute pussy, his hand running up and down her muscular, sweaty calves, massaging them as he lapped madly at her soggy cunt hair. He found the pissy strands and sucked them into his mouth, tasting the chilled nectar of her urine, bending his neck to get more. She laughed at the puppy dog licking at her and suddenly slapped his face away, lifting her right leg, grabbing his hair and pinning his face beneath her fleshy hamstring, his mouth now at her soaking wet hole.

"There, that's better," she sighed, draping her meaty thigh over him and feeling his tongue spear the wet hair, sucking it clean, then drilling between her meaty cunt lips and tonguing her deeply.

She heard a horn and looked to her right. A driver in a high pick-up truck leaned over the passenger seat to watch the boy trapped under her sexy old thigh, his body wriggling in his seat. The driver smiled and whooped and called out to her.

"Any chance of me gettin' some of that, lady?" he roared.

"Not unless you were 40 years younger!" Susan laughed, giving him a thumbs up and watching his disappointed look that turned to shock as he thumped the car before him.

They continued to drive slowly down the road, the boy barely able to breathe beneath Susan's pinning thigh. She noticed his frantic gasps for air and shifted herself slightly to move his nose into the very smelly, very hairy cleft of her meaty little asscheeks.

"Here this should help," she grunted, unleashing a 30-second barrage of butt thunder, acrid farts that blasted out of her hairy rectum and right down into his lungs.

His screams of humiliation fueled her farting fire, and she continued, holding him tight under the twitching ass, feeding him more foul air until he stilled, nearly unconscious from the stinky smother. She came as she used his nose in her smelly sphincter, a thick bubble of her woman cream sheeting from her pussy and running over his cheek and into his mouth, which he eagerly tasted and swallowed down.

"OK boy, you've earned a little break," she sighed, pulling off at the next exit and down a shady dirt road she saw not far away.

She lifted her leg as she parked the car in the isolated area, and Jared pulled his soaking wet face out, slumping back into his seat, his cock about to explode. He looked imploringly at her. She climbed into the back seat, spreading her meaty thighs, her cunt opening lewdly, lips oily behind the furry wet thatch of her pubic hair.

"Make me cum first," she snarled, reaching for him and grabbing his hair, pulling him to then backseat.

Jared knelt on the seat, Susan leaning against the door, thighs clamped viciously tight around his ears as he feasted on her hairy, stinky pussy, his nose grinding her clit as his long tongue sliced wetly in and out of her hole. She grunted, cupping his head in her strong old hands, those thighs bowed around his scissored skull, muscles rippling beneath the freckled, tanned flesh. She pulled his face up to suckle at her engorged clit, and he picked up the hint quickly, sucking the nubbin into his mouth, tongue flashing wetly and quickly over it. She let go his head and arched her back, her ass coming off the seat as she came, twisting her socked calves together, sneakers squeaking as they locked up, those thighs squeezing him with renewed fury, the thick inner muscles knifing into the sides of his neck.

Susan came hard and with violent snaps, relaxing her ass a bit and then thrusting up, trashing his skull with agonizing squeezes, over and over, his extremities tingling as her crushing scissors slowed the blood to his brain. His hands pawed at those powerful clamping limbs, unable to move them and then they fell away as he gave himself completely to her orgasm.

She finally stopped and unhinged her punishing thighs and Jared gulped in huge lungs full of fresh air, his face soaking wet from her blinding orgasm. He sat back on his haunches, watching her shift. She knelt on the seat now, wiggling her saggy white ass at his face, a thick tuft of hair surrounding the winking pucker beneath it.

"Lick my asshole," she growled over a shoulder. "Lick it good..."

He dove in, completely given over to submission, hands pulling the meaty flesh apart, the dimpled meat hot in his fingers, and drilled her hirsute shit chute with his tongue, ignoring the bitter flavor, tasting of poop and sweat and piss, burying his head into her undulating crack. Her fingers curled into her hairy cunt, flitting over her tireless clit, as the boy feasted on her foul rectum, her moans and his filling the air along with the obscene sloshing sound of his relentless tongue stabbing her hairy asshole.

He attached his mouth to it now and sucked hard, pulling at the meat of her rectum, feeling the rippling muscle walls on his tongue. She shrieked with pleasure as the eager lad turned her shitter inside out, tongue washing over the exposed walls. Grunting, she unleashed a new round of farts, sucked from her intestines by the face buried between her lush, wrinkled cheeks and he felt them wash hot and bitter into his lungs.

She farted his face away after she came, turning to open the door, curling a finger at him. He blindly obeyed, stumbling out of the car into a small clearing near it on the abandoned road and watched as she squatted, thighs thick and freckled, her matted cunt hair gleaming in the light.

"Here," she said, pointing at the ground. "I need to piss again, Toilet Boy!"

He couldn't believe how easy it was now as he laid on his back under her puckered asshole, nose slipping into the greasy opening where sibilant blips of farts assaulted his nostrils. She grunted and cupped his chin, tilting his mouth to her piss hole, and let fly and brutally hot, sudden torrent of red-hot, scorching piss, cumming as she did. She watched his throat work desperately, swallowing her pee, his chest rising and falling, his belly swelling with her golden juices. She finished cumming, settling her hands on his chest, leaning forward to scrape her fetid asshole back and forth on his madly licking face, transferring more of her anal scent to him.




Mrs. O'Malley's Golden Juices Ch. 06



"You've earned this," she growled darkly, shuffling forward over his cock, reaching between her thighs to fit it to her hairy cunt and settling down atop it.

Jared had fucked his share of women in his 22 years on earth, with many more to come, but none before, nor none after, would compare to the cunt he felt himself buried in now. Perhaps it was knowing what it could do, how easily it commanded him, forced him to lick and eat and relish anything that came out of it, and the hairy asshole that now winked at him between her pulsating, quivering ass cheeks. But it was the most educated pussy, tight, warm, muscular and milking, that he would ever feel.

She didn't expect him to last long as she leaned on back, hunching her ass on him, knowing the nut-busting effect of the sight of her madly flexing, dimpled wrinkled old ass cheeks was having on the delirious boy. And in seconds, she felt the knob of his young cock thicken and pulsate and open as a river of steamy boy cum throbbed in fluid waves into her waiting womb. He screamed as he came, hands gripping her hips, watching that flexing ass ripple and tense around his cock, thrusting up and emptying his balls until they ached. He came for a solid minute, his entire existence swallowed up by this incredible, sexy old ass that held his view.

He finally slumped back to the grass, panting, gasping for air, realizing he hadn't breathed for the duration of his orgasm. Susan continued to slowly flex her meaty old ass, pinching forward and then back, and finally slithered off him. Jared's eyes widened as he saw that delicious ass get closer to his face as she inched backwards, the hairy cunt open and red and thickly plugged with his cum.

"Clean that mess, boy," she snarled, plopping her wet, dripping chasm to his mouth, which opened with a sigh to accept it. "Eat that nasty creampie!"

He slurped and gobbled and swallowed the seeming never-ending flow of cum streaming from Susan's undulating cunt, gulping down the tangy brew and going back for more, digging his tongue deep into the foul hole and lapping any he'd missed. She came, grinding into his mouth, clamping her tireless thighs around his neck, folding a wrinkled calf over the back of his head, sealing his face to her hairy, wet sex. He moaned and thrashed for air. Her thighs tightened on his neck, her meaty ass on his face, knocking him out.

He woke moments later. Her car was gone. His backpack lay next to him, a note attached to it.

"Lovely meeting you, Toilet Boy," it read. "In case you get thirsty, there's a little something in the pocket of your pack."

He looked. It was a full, capped bottle of Susan's golden piss. He lifted it from the pocket. It was still warm. He leaped to his feet, pulling his pants over his wilting, wet cock, and started to wipe his face clean of her but stopped, smiling at the memory of how it had gotten there. He shouldered his pack and raced down the dirt road toward the main highway where traffic continued to snake along.

He thought he saw her car ahead and raced down the road, bottle in hand, contents splashing to a frothy head inside. Panting, he reached the car and looked in, hopefully. An angry and peered out.

"What the fuck?" he shouted. "You get away from me, now boy, I'll call the fucking cops!"

Jared backed away, hands up showing he'd made a mistake. He stumbled down a small embankment, panting from the exertion of running. He slumped to sit on a boulder. And discovered he was thirsty.

He lifted it to his lips, attaching his mouth to the nipple and sucked a long, hot pull of piss down his throat, saving the smell and flavor as he did. He slowed, and stopped, putting the bottle back.

"Gotta make it last," he sighed to himself, pulling himself together to walk to the road to resume hitchhiking back to school. "Gotta make it last."

It wasn't until he got back to his college, some 100 miles north, and unpacked that he found a second note from Susan. He read it, finishing the last of her piss, now long gone cold, from the bottle.

"Anytime you're back in my neck of the woods," it read, "you better damn well stop by for a refill."

He smiled as he read her address, wishing the time away between then and the next time he'd be on the road, hitchhiking again...



Mrs. O'Malley's Golden Juices Ch. 07



"Dammit," she growled to herself. "Gotta go."

Susan O'Malley flew down the street, a familiar one where friends lived, on her daily five-mile run. She was nearing her street, but that was several minutes away and she had to pee and pee badly. She loved the sensation when she had someone to share it with, but she was alone this day.

Susan was a well-kept, still beautiful and quite horny 65-year-old silky haired blonde with a rather unique fetish, one she constantly satisfied wherever she could find release. She was a pee freak, loving nothing more than dominating young men, and the occasional woman, with her golden juices. But today, as she ran alone, this pee urge was anything but sexual, overcoming her as she turned the corner to Elm Street. Where one of her good friends, Alana Collins lived.

This being a small town where crime was a rarity, very few people locked their doors. Susan was counting on that as she neared Alana's big house not far from the beach, and darted into the seashell driveway and up the stairs. She was just putting her hand on the door, the urge to piss strong and sure, the first trickle oozing out to flood her abundantly haired pussy, when she heard the noise.

Susan knew the sound of sex. And this was the sound of sex. One voice, a woman, a girl's, coming from just inside the window near the front door, soft, urgent, insistent. The sound of someone about to cum. She pinched off the urge to pee and carefully looked in the open window, through the louvered shutters inside.

"Mmmmm....oh fuck...oh fuck...so hot...." the voice said.

She could only see the back of a blonde head, a young blonde head, as the girl sat on the couch by the window and before her, a laptop open, images on the screen, a video. The girl was clearly playing with herself, thighs splayed wide, her right arm extended between them. Susan saw the muscles of the girl's right shoulder, visible in her tiny halter top, flex and ripple as her hand worked between those marvelously slim, smooth legs.

"Wow," Susan thought to herself. "Who...."

The girl's head turned side to side in pre-orgasmic convulsions. Susan made out the face. It was Amy, Alana's drop-dead gorgeous 20-year-old granddaughter. Susan had talked to her friend a few weeks ago and now recalled her saying that Amy was spending part of her college summer break with her granny, a widow. 

"Well I'll be damned," Susan laughed in a whisper, watching Amy frigging her pussy, watching the video image on the screen.

Susan looked more closely at it as the video clip neared its end and the words "Cougars and Their Kittens" flashed across the screen. Amy groaned at the interruption, leaning forward to loop the video again, then leaned back to continue frantically fingering her snatch, Susan behind her just a couple of feet away, watching wide eyed.

She couldn't believe her luck. There on the screen, after a couple of minutes of video foreplay, was an older woman sitting on the face of a young girl, drenching her in piss! Susan groaned to herself, clenching her meaty, muscular thighs as she watched, feeling the need to cum mix with the urge to piss as Amy's hand worked herself into a thigh-snapping frenzy.

Formulating her plan on the fly, Susan walked to the door and opened it, calling out "Hellooooo! Anyone home? Alana?"

She heard the desperate rustling inside, the laptop snapping shut, the sound of clothes being pulled back on.

"Uh, hello?" Amy's nervous voice called out.

Susan walked around the corner, Amy's wide eyed look taking in the sexy form of her granny's friend, a supple, sweaty blonde in tiny white running shorts and soaking wet t-shirt clinging to her firm torso.

"Amy!" Susan called out, walked up to the girl who rose from the couch, face red.

"Oh, hi Mrs. O'Malley," she said as calmly as she could.

"Honey, it's been so long since I've seen you, you're all grown up!" Susan said, drawing the girl to her in a tight hug, arms around Amy's slender back, feeling that young flesh tremble in her grip. "Honey, are you OK, you're a bit flushed?"

She held the girl's slim shoulders at arm's length, looking at her. Amy smiled that nervous smile.

"Uh, no, I'm fine, I was just...was just uh...working out a bit, ya know," she mumbled.

"Oh, I know, so was I," Susan said, stepping back and folding her arms across her chest to look at Amy. "I was just running and had to...well, I have to pee so bad, I couldn't hold it! So I came here, hoping the door was open. Where's your grandmother, still at work?"

"Uh, yeah, she gets out around 5 I think," Amy said, looking at the clock that read 4, frustrated that Susan had cut her orgasm short and figuring a way to get rid of her so she could get back to the task at hand.

"So you're here to keep your old granny company for awhile, that's so nice, so nice," Susan smiled, eyeballing the sexy young girl up and down, marveling at the creamy smoothness of that luscious tanned flesh, her legs long and lean, perky little tits pressed against the halter. "Listen, we'll catch up in a minute, but now..."

She pointed a thumb back over her shoulder.

"Mind if I use the bathroom?" she said. "I gotta pee sooooooo badly, and you know when you gotta pee, you gotta pee!"

She noticed the visible change in Amy's eye each time she said 'pee,' and she smiled. 'This naughty little trollop has a thing for older woman pee does she?' Susan thought. 'Well, well, well...'

"No, sure, not at all, go pee Mrs. O'Malley," Amy said softly, watching Susan turn and walk away, eyeing those sturdy old legs, covered in tanned, slightly wrinkled skin but pulsating with muscle beneath, her solid calves rippling above her short white athletic socks and sneakers.

"Thanks hon," Susan laughed. "Won't take long, I gotta gusher working here?"

Amy groaned as Susan turned the corner to the hallway bathroom, imagining the sexy older woman's "gusher," a thick torrent of golden hot piss streaming from her presumably hairy pussy. She stood for a second then slowly worked her way around the corner. The door was half shut and she heard the sound of shorts slithering down legs. She gulped and walked closer, darting to the other side of the open door unseen, leaning against the wall, listening.

Susan knew, of course, the girl was there. She'd heard the shuffling steps, saw the shadow of her glide past the door purposely left afar. She smiled, shimmied out of her satiny short shorts, turning with her back to the door, swaying hips side to side as she slowly tugged them down. Knowing Amy was watching.

It was a golden opportunity, Amy knew, to see up close and personal what she'd only seen in video, on a computer screen, on her cell phone. She boldly peered around the corner just as Susan was slipping the shorts down, her creamy white ass, offset by those wonderfully tanned legs below, gleaming in a dimply ripple of sexy older-woman fleshiness. Amy groaned, caught herself, went silent, and snuck a hand down her short shorts, fingering her soaking young cunt.

Susan hummed happily to herself, turned and dropped her shorts to her feet, kicking them away. Amy pulled back slightly as she did, not wanting to get caught, and watched, hypnotized, as Susan's big gray bush exploded into view. She fingered herself more insistently now, as Susan squatted, thighs spread, that bush hidden by the t-shirt hanging in front of it. The sound was next, that glorious rush of hot water to cold, the splashdown of steaming piss into the bowl. Amy's fingers flashed more madly in her lusty young pussy, eyes half shut, focused. She bit her lower lip as she heard Susan grunt out the last droplets, the forceful flow ending too soon, the remainder of that golden juice tinkling delicately to the water.

She was about to cum and cum harder than she ever had as she watched. To her horror, Susan looked up -- directly into the eyes so desperately watching her. She winked.

"Well, dearie, what have we here?" Susan growled, sitting back, letting her thighs fall apart, that gray bush twinkling with piss drops. "Get in here girl. Now."

Amy froze, snapping out of her shame long enough to yank her hand from her pants, hiding the glistening finger behind her back and stammering, "Mrs...Mrs. O'Malley..I was just walking by...honestly, I was...."

"I said now, little girl," Susan said sternly, not moving to close her legs an inch.

Amy nervously shuffled in, pushing the door aside and standing just inches before the woman on the toilet. She breathed in the scent of fresh piss, knowing it was still warm in the bowl, and wanted nothing more than to finish herself off, ramming her fingers into her sopping pussy.

That was a lie, she realized. She wanted more. So much more. 

"You're not fooling anyone, honey child," Susan said pleasantly, arms folded over her chest, her legs slowly bouncing open and back towards each other, a rhythmic tease that took Amy's glance to them, staring at the sexy, freckled tanned flesh, wrinkled by too many years in the sun but incredibly firm and supple, the sway of loosened inner thigh muscles driving her crazy.

"I saw, Amy, I saw what you were doing, what you were watching," Susan continued, reveling in Amy's gathering shame, her pretty face gone deep red. "Pretty interesting stuff you had on, girl, pretty interesting stuff."

She let the words hang in the air, loving the aura of humiliation around the now trembling pretty blonde before her and adding to them with "What will your granny say, hmmmm?"

"OH GOD NO!" Amy cried, tears welling in her pretty blue eyes. "Mrs. O'Malley, please, no, don't...don't tell her, please!"

Susan just smiled, let her beg for a full 30 seconds before slowly drawing her finger to her lips in a "shhhh" motion. Amy babbled to a stop, eyes wet and imploring. She then turned the finger, curling it three times toward Amy, then pointing to the moist thatch between her spreading old thighs.

"Clean me," she said simply, shifting her butt forward a bit, thighs going wider, pushing her glistening bush into full view of Amy's astonished wide eyes. "Clean the piss from my pussy."

Amy balked. Here she was being presented with one of her ultimate fantasies...the ultimate fantasy, and she balked, uncertain, nervous. Susan smiled.

"Have you ever," she said slowly, "licked the piss from an older woman's pussy?"

Amy silently shook her head. Susan's smile broadened.

"Have you ever just licked an older woman's pussy?"

Amy shook her head, finding herself shuffling slowly toward the object of her pent-up desire.

"Have you ever even licked a pussy?"

Again her head shook side to side, eyes now down, glued to the wet fur between Susan's gorgeous old thighs.

"Well now," Susan laughed, "the time has come. There is a first time for everything, little girl, and your time is here and now. You know what you need to do, what you have to do, what you have so long wanted to do!"

"Oh, God, YES, Mrs. O'Malley," Amy cried, kneeling, hands shaking as she placed them on Susan's smooth knees.

"Thatta girl," Susan cooed, leaning back on the seat and watching the pretty blonde head dip down.

The smell was pungent, strong, overwhelming and it fueled Amy as she let Susan's abundant pussy hair tickle her nose. She inhaled long and deep, embracing the pissy scent, feeling her body heat up with electric urges and then she licked, slowly, delicately, moaning as she tasted. The tiny droplets of piss on her tongue tasted like nectar and she now madly sucked them, licking in mouthfuls of the older woman's glorious thatch, cleaning the piss from them. Susan looked down, smiling, lifting off her t-shirt and bra, letting her saggy tits hang free, tweaking the fat brown nipples in her fingers watching, and feeling, Amy work.

The young blonde was possessed, licking through the copious fur, finding the hot flesh within, running her tongue up and down the piss-soaked slit, reveling in the taste and smell, digging deep into the hole, flashing her tongue in and out, faster and faster to match Susan's insistent gathering moans. She licked from the well of her old cunt, loving the slick feel of the fluids on her tongue, grinding her nose to her nub, marveling at the reaction of the writhing woman before her.

"Here, girl, here!" Susan directed, using one hand to tilt Amy's adoring face up, that tongue finding the clit, dribbling it. "Right there, just like that, just like that....you learn quickly, you little filthy piss-sucking whore!"

The words flowed through her, urging her on, the tongue flashing faster. She looked up as she licked to Susan lifting one of her heavy, wrinkled tit bags to her mouth to suckle her own nipple. She marveled at the folded flesh of Susan's neck as her chin tucked to her chest, a thick patchwork of the sexiest wrinkles she'd ever seen. She worked harder, faster, licking furiously, seeing and feeling Susan's beautiful old thighs close slowly around her, squeezing her head. Susan locked the thighs around the young face between them, holding the back of her head with her free hand and groaning, grinding herself on it.

Amy found herself slipping her hand in her pants, diddling her clit, fingering herself. Susan noticed and anger flashed in her eyes. She slammed her legs out straight, locking her ankles and squeezing Amy's groaning head with her surprisingly powerful old thighs.

"You do NOT touch yourself unless I say so!" Susan barked, bending her legs and snapping them violently out straight, her thigh muscles slicing into Amy's trapped head and neck, the jolt shaking Amy's lovely mane of long blonde hair. "Remove your dirty little fingers from your dirty little cunt!"

Amy obeyed, reluctantly withdrawing her hand, both of them now placed on Susan's squeezing thighs, feeling the solid muscles quivering beneath that sexy wrinkled skin. Susan smiled and released her scissor grip, holding Amy's sucking face loosely in them.

"Finish me, I'm close," she snarled, sucking a tit again and watching the beautiful girl between her thighs. "Finish me...."

Amy moaned and redoubled her effort, that tongue firing up and down over Susan's engorged clit, matching the older woman's moans again, then attaching her lips to it and sucking it into her mouth, holding it captive for her tongue to ripple over it. This seemed to please Susan more, Amy noticed, as she groaned loudly, thrusting against the sucking mouth.

"Yeah, that's it, that's it, suck that clit, lick it, baby," she growled, eyes closed, one hand cupped around the back of Amy's head, pulling her tightly to her sopping snatch. "You learn quick, you dirty little bitch..."

Now as she neared her climax, Susan used both hands to grab Amy's head, closing her thighs tight again against the face, locking her sneakers, squeezing, humping, pumping madly against that young insistent tongue and mouth. Amy groaned in pain and passion as she felt herself go dizzy in the squeezing clamp of the older woman's punishing thighs and felt her explode. Susan screamed with pleasure, thrusting her pussy into Amy's mouth, a thick river of woman cream sluicing out of her cunt and on Amy's probing tongue and down her gulping throat, a full minute of hip-snapping orgasmic fury that left the young girl panting for air in the squeezing thighs.

Susan relented, relaxing her commanding legs, tilting her pussy up a bit and smiling down at the sweaty faced girl between them.

"You've earned this," she hissed and unleashed a stream of golden juice directly into Amy's mouth.

Amy loved the taste and scent of Susan's piss on her pussy hair moments before, but the sudden flood of hot piss that filled her mouth now was out of this world wonderful. She gulped desperately to quaff every jetting stream of pee, closing her mouth to do so, and feeling Susan's hot piss continue, splashing up over her face, stinging her open eyes, filling her nostrils before she opened her mouth again to continue swallowing as much of the delicious golden liquid as she could. Susan finally stopped pissing down Amy's throat and relaxed her thighs to let the face fall back, panting. The girl sat back on her haunches, gulping for air, her face, hair, t-shirt and shorts soaked with Susan's hot piss. Susan sighed, relaxing on the seat, watching amused as Amy sat staring at her, face dripping piss. She leaned forward, framing that face in her hands, lips touching lips.

"Nicely done, my young little piss slave," she growled, kissing the girl.

She mashed her lips tight to Amy's, probing her mouth with tongue, the girl's first female kiss. Her eyes were open, locked on Susan's as the woman made out. Susan pulled her mouth away and then ran her tongue in long, deliberate strokes up and down Amy's wet face, lapping off the remnants of her piss. She finally stopped and stood, her glistening bush inches from Amy's adoring eyes.

"You are a mess, bitch," Susan growled, pulling off her sneakers and socks. "Strip."

Amy eagerly obeyed, peeling off her wet clothing and standing obediently before her elderly mistress. Susan looked at the large shower next to the toilet, pulling aside the curtain.

"Inside, and lay down," she said. "Let's clean you up."

Amy silently shuffled to the shower, laying her bare back to the cool tiles, waiting. She watched Susan straddle her face, looking up the solid calves to the slightly wrinkled flesh of her hamstrings to that beautifully dimpled old ass. Slowly, Susan squatted, the bush parting, the flesh wet and dripping piss drops, descending on the young eager face below. She took Amy's nose into the hairy ring of her asshole, and settled her bush on her mouth and nose.

"Drink up," she hissed and unleashed another torrent of golden juices directly down Amy's gulping gullet.

It didn't seem to end, the hot stream coursing down her throat, and Amy didn't want to. She devoured every drop, her trembling hands curled up and around that dimpled ass, pulling the flesh open, trying to get air in Susan's smothering rump, her nose pinched shut up her tight asshole. She swallowed and swallowed the red-hot fluid and then Susan pushed a hand to her gushing pussy, redirecting the flow from Amy's mouth up and over her writhing young body. Amy felt the hot golden piss coat her little tits and belly and up and down her legs and into her own, shaven snatch, completely soaking her. The piss stream finally abated and Susan leaned forward.

"Mmmmm," she cooed, lapping her own piss from Amy's tits, biting the nipples, then running her tongue over the soaked belly and licking up and down her thighs before burying her face between them. "Now, it's your turn to cum..."

It happened so quickly. Susan's tongue burrowed into the pink folds of Amy's cunt, digging into the gripping hole and then up to lap the tiny clit peeking out between her sexy young lips, and Amy came hard against her face, her own thighs closing around it, squeezing, grinding out her orgasm as Susan licked harder and harder, tasting the young girl's cum tangy with Susan's piss. After a hip-snapping series of smaller orgasms that followed the big one, Amy's thighs fell apart releasing Susan's head. The older blonde laughed and sat back and up on Amy's moaning face.

"Now be a dearie and clean me off would you?" she said pleasantly, dismounting Amy and laying on her back on the piss-soaked tiles now warm.

Amy grinned, sitting up and over Susan's accepting face. She framed it in her young thighs and spread her pussy lips with her own fingers.

"I gotta go bad, Mrs. O'Malley," Amy giggled in a little-girl voice.

"When a girl's gotta go," Susan growled from between Amy's thighs, "a girl's gotta go..so GO!"

Amy's stream started slowly, coating the moaning older woman's face, soaking it, matting her blonde hair against her head and then came harder. As it did, Amy plunked the jetting hole to Susan's mouth, opening the lips, filling her cheeks with the steaming liquid. Susan's eyes were wide open, watching the young girl writhe on her face, cumming as she filled her mouth with piss. She gulped it down expertly, missing not a drop, swallowing the tasty young piss and as Amy finished, running her long tongue into her hole and between her soaked lips, seeking out the very last of her pee.




Mrs. O'Malley's Golden Juices Ch. 07



Amy slithered off Susan's face, smiling down at the older woman who sat up to face her. Their arms wrapped around each other and they kissed gently at first, then with renewed passion, their legs entwined, pussy to pussy, grinding slowly as they kissed. Their bodies were soaked with each other's piss and now the slick flesh slid over slick flesh, the slippery, sexy sounds echoing off the shower's marble walls.

"That was...unbelievable, Mrs. O'Malley," Amy moaned into Susan's open mouth. "I'm so glad you had to pee and stopped by!"

Susan felt Amy's body relaxed in her arms, complacent, accepting. She couldn't have that. Susan was a woman who loved being in charge, in control. She felt Amy slowly slipping toward peer status and she wouldn't have that. She broke the kiss suddenly, grabbing a handful of Amy's wet hair and snapping her head back to snarl into the surprised face.

"How DARE you?" she spit into the face of the shocked girl. "Do not ever forget who is in control here, bitch!"

Susan felt herself coming alive again, in full dominant mode. Still holding Amy's hair, she slapped the pretty face with an open palm and then a backhands, snapping the girl's head back and forth, glaring at her. 

"Mrs. O'Malley! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean...."

Susan stopped her by spitting directly into her open mouth and slapping her again. Amy swallowed the spittle and looked in shock at the pretty older woman before her with the angry eyes.

"You talk too fucking much, little girl," Susan barked. 

Still holding Amy's hair, she plunged a hand between their piss-soaked bodies and rudely slammed three fingers into Amy's tight asshole. Amy gasped at the sudden intrusion, stiffening, clamping down on Susan's thrusting fingers?

"OWW!" she shrieked, her head jerking in Susan's grip. "Please, Mrs. O'Malley!"

Susan laughed, spitting into her mouth again and plunging her fingers deeper into Amy's gripping rectum and then just as rudely yanking them out, the digits glistening with ass oils and piss. She held the fingers up between their faces, smiling -- and then wiped them on Amy's nose and lips before forcing them into her sputtering mouth.

"Smell your own shit, baby girl, taste it, love it," Susan cooed in mock gentleness, finger fucking Amy's moaning mouth, watching tears of shame stream down her pretty young face. "That's it, that's it....oh, and there's more where that came from, bitch. Let's see how far you're willing to go..."

She pulled her fingers from the mouth, slapping her face again and releasing her hair to spin around and kneel on the tiles, ass wiggling in Amy's face. She spread the meaty dimpled white flesh in her hands, and Amy watched the hairy rectum open wetly with a lewd moist sound.

"Suck it," Susan growled over one shoulder. "Put your tongue up my dirty old asshole and suck it..."

Amy blinked, unsure of this latest turn of events but leaned in, blinking, watching the rosebud pucker and close, the wrinkled ring wet so nasty but so beckoning. She got closer, sniffing the air, smelling the heady mix of ass funk and piss. She extended her tongue, reaching closer with it, the tip tickling the wet hairs plastered to the circle.

"Oh for fuck's sake," Susan snapped, reaching back with both hands and grabbing Amy's hair and yanking forward. "Get in my asshole and LICK IT CLEAN!"

Amy moaned, eyes closed and pressed against the piss-soaked flesh of Susan's quivering ass, her tongue fully inserted into the older woman's gripping shit chute, going deeper and deeper as Susan pulled and released her head, forcing Amy to tongue fuck her filthy asshole. Susan sighed and then held Amy's face tight, wiggling her meaty ass cheeks to flutter around Amy's cheeks, holding her tight.

"In and out, deep and wet, bitch," she instructed, smiling when she felt Amy take over and rapidly plunge her long tongue in and out of the gripping sphincter, tasting the bitter tang of the moistness within. "That's right, ream it good, girl, get in there nice and deep and enjoy the flavor of my nasty ass!"

Amy's trembling hands kneaded the old flesh, her eyes darting side to side watching the meat of Susan's rump ripple and wrinkle under her fingers, her tongue flashing into the muscular grip of her butt. Susan laughed and wiggled her lush hips, taking the invading tongue deeper still and then clamping down, pulling and drawing it until Amy thought Susan's milking asshole would tear it from her mouth. She cried out in pain and shame.

"Now, let's see how much you really love the taste and smell of my nasty ass," Susan hissed, then grunted, Amy feeling the muscular walls of the asshole around her tongue rippling.

She felt the fart first, then tasted it, then smelled it, as Susan's belly rolled, forcing it out. The walls of Susan's asshole clenched and unclenched, washing the foul air over Amy's tongue and into her mouth, the bitter stench washing up between the cheeks and into her nose. Amy screamed an open-mouthed scream into the meaty chasm of Susan's gripping ass flesh.

"That's it, suck it outta me, let's see if you got what it takes, my little bitch," Susan laughed, thumping her ass into Amy's face and feeling her mouth seal around the puckered hole to suck hard. "Ohhhhh, now you got it...."

Susan farted a few more times and Amy found herself licking and sucking harder, eyes closed in a dreamy state, hands passionately massaging the soft fleshy ass, squeezing more air from her elderly mistress's gassy prison. Susan laughed.

"Goddam, no matter what I do, you love it, you dirty whore!" she roared. "Can't blame you for that..."

And it was in that position, Susan on her knees, Amy's adoring face smothered in her cheeks sucking the nasty fart from her asshole, that first greeted Alana when she turned the corner to the bathroom and looked in, wondering where her granddaughter was and what those strange noises were. The 66-year-old gray-haired slender woman stood, shocked, in the open door, eyes wide, mouth agape as she watched her beautiful granddaughter lustily feasting on the asshole of one of her closest friends.

Susan looked to her left. She smiled.

"Well hello, Alana, good to see you again," she said plainly.

Amy's eyes shot wide and in the same direction at her aghast grandmother, who stood with one trembling hand held over her open mouth, her eyes watering, her mind trying to comprehend what they were seeing.

"GRA-A-NEE!" Amy screamed, her screams muffled in Susan's clenching ass, the older woman not relinquishing her hold on Amy's head as the young girl tried to twist out of the butt she was a slave to.

Alana backed up slowly, twisting and then running down the hallway to the kitchen, leaning over the sink, feeling as if she'd throw up. In the bathroom, Susan finally released Amy's adoring face from her ass and turned to face the trembling girl.

"Relax honey, I'll handle this," she sighed. "I'm good at this stuff. Believe me."

She calmly got up and pulled on a robe hanging behind the bathroom door, walking to the kitchen, and leaning against the counter as Alana bent over, facing the sink.

"How...how could you?" she shrieked, suddenly turning to face Susan, cheeks streaming tears, anger flashing in her dark brown eyes. "She's just a ...."

"A what, a girl?" Susan said evenly. "Oh, my friend, she's a woman, a pure, lusty woman, as am I. And as two women -- two adult, consenting women -- I don't see what the problem is."

Alana blinked in disbelief.

"You...you disgusting....old...WHORE!" she shrieked.

The slap caught her by surprise. Susan's hand flashed out, catching her across the face one way and then the other. Alana's head snapped back to the middle. She saw Susan's robe -- her robe -- part, her saggy wet tits and glistening pussy hair visible in the slit of the opening. Her frantic eyes locked onto Susan's simple stare.

"I don't believe you want to continue in that tone, my friend," Susan snarled, the word 'friend' stinging Alana, making her wince. "In fact, you've been alone awhile and from what I hear, don't date much, so..."

Alana's look went from shock to incredulity.

"No...no, I don't....I mean you don't think...it's so...you, you're so...twisted...and dark...and evil...and..."

Her words were closed off by Susan's mouth pressing against it, filling it with tongue, her dominant eyes flashing into Alana's shocked ones. She held her head by the hair in one hand, pulling painfully, twisting her mouth and driving her tongue deeper inside Alana's, and with the other, tore open Alana's tasteful black business slacks and thrust a hand inside, through the coarse pubic hair and curling her fingers into the wet cunt.

"You filthy bitch," Susan snarled, pulling her mouth away and biting Alana's quivering lips. "You filthy fucking bitch...you're wet...you bitch....."

She savagely sawed her fingers in and out of Alana's relaxing cunt, the woman slack in her grip, leaning against the sink, Susan tearing her blouse open to lick down to her tits, freeing them, biting her nipples so hard so groaned in pain. She raised her weak hands in a feeble attempt to push the dominant woman away.

"No...no please...please Susan...please don't...." she moaned.

She looked over Susan's head bent at her chest, where her mouth continued to painfully work her old tits, her fingers tearing in and out of her pussy, her slacks bunched around her knees. There in the hall, naked and with her arms folded over her chest, was her granddaughter, staring.

"Amy....Amy. I.....she...."

"I'm so sorry Granny," Amy said softly, advancing slowly, caught up in the perverse magic of the moment. "I'm so....sorry....."

Susan looked up from feasting on Alana's thick tits and smiled as she watched Amy's mouth meet her grandmother's, tenderly at first, then urgently, tongue parting her lips and darting inside.

"What...what are you...no, Amy, no!" she cried out.

"Yes, Granny....yessssssss," Amy hissed dominantly, pulling her grandmother's face back to hers and kissing her hard, the old woman's resolve slowly melting.

This was the best piss break ever, Susan thought to herself, clamping down on Alana's nipple with a soft chewing motion, feeling the woman's cunt cream on her fingers. And the best was yet to cum...



Mrs. O'Malley's Golden Juices Ch. 08



Susan O'Malley had a long day at work in her retail job, on her feet all day. The 65-year-old silky haired blonde with the sinewy, lean body was ready for a drink. And maybe some action.

She walked the street near the store on the unseasonably warm fall day. It had started out cool, so she'd worn black wool trouser socks under her black slacks, which over the course of the day became soaked with sweat. She'd taken her shoes off at work every so often, wrinkling her nose at the wretched stench that emanated from them.

"Shame to waste that," she laughed quietly to herself, resolving to find someone to share it with after work.

She found a bar she'd visited before, quiet, friendly, with several high-topped booths affording privacy. She liked privacy. She could carry out her plan here, she thought as she walked in, spying the sparse clientele at the late-afternoon hour.

She went to the bar and ordered a bloody Mary, making note of a young guy sitting nearby who'd taken note of her when she came in. Smiling at him, she took her drink and gave him a quick nod. He smiled back and watched her walk around a corner, to a secluded booth.

Susan sat, sipped her drink crossing her sexy legs under the table and waited. Seconds later, the young man, all of 22 or so, well dressed and obviously a businessman of some sort, rounded the corner, beer mug in hand.

"Hi," he said brightly. "Mind if I join you?"

"I'd mind if you didn't, young man," she smiled back, moving over to pat the seat beside her as the young man was prepared to sit across from her. "Right here, right here. It's cozier."

"Uh, yeah, yeah it is," he said nervously, taken aback by her brazenness, sliding in beside her. "My name's Michael Kimball. But you can call me Mike."

"Susan," she said, shaking his hand. "Susan O'Malley. But you can call me Mrs. O'Malley."

His eyes widened, blinking at the smiling, sure older woman who's tiny hand was dwarfed in his.

"Uh...well sure, Mrs. O'Malley, whatever you say," he said nervously.

"That's right, Michael," Susan purred, snuggling closer to him. "Whatever Mrs. O'Malley says."

They chatted for a few moments about inconsequential things, Susan finishing her drink and ordering the young man to get her another. He readily obeyed, quickly getting it and returning. He found Susan sitting back on the seat, against the wall, her feet up on the seat, her pant legs riding up to reveal creamy, smooth shins above her black socks. She smiled and lifted her feet, motioning for him to sit. Unsure, he obliged, sliding in and watching as Susan plopped her feet onto his lap, making him jump as her heels punched his balls.

"OW!" he cried out.

"Sorry, darlin'," she cooed, taking her drink and sitting back to demurely suck the straw in it. "Well, not really, but it seemed the polite thing to say."

"No, that's...uh, that's ok, Sus...Mrs. O'Malley," he said uncertainly, watching her twist her feet in his lap, those heels digging into his groin where his cock started to swell. "You're...you're a little...forward, aren't you?"

"Oh, you don't like it?" she cooed, and before he could answer added. "Good, I like it that way."

He looked at her sitting against the wall, her blouse slightly open, a thick patchwork of sexy wrinkled flesh in evidence, curling from her neck to the cleavage below. Susan worked her feet harder down now, making him moan.

"Be a dear and massage my feet, boy," she said dominantly. "I've had a long, long day and they need a little attention. Go on, take off my shoes."

He hesitated and was rewarded with a downward pump of Susan's shoes, catching his balls and making him groan. Quickly, he pulled off her shoes and instantly was rewarded with a waft of sweet and sour air, acrid and sharp, from her sweaty socks.

"Frightful isn't it?" she giggled, wiggling her toes, causing the sexy, freckled calf muscles around her shins to crease and flex, the muscular balls of her calves rippling above her socks. "Don't be afraid, Michael. Dig in. Massage my feet."

She said it so confidently, so persuasively, he found his hands drifting to them, digging into the moist, stinky black socks, massaging and caressing them, watching her all the while as she watched him, sipping her drink. 

"Mmmm that feels so nice, young man," she growled, wiggling her heels, feeling his dick stiffen against them. "So nice..."

He continued to work her feet, moaning as her heels caressed his fully stiff cock, a five-minute massage that had him nearing orgasm as she finished her drink. She held it up.

"Another," she said, swinging her feet to the floor.

He looked down at his crotch, his pants tenting before him.

"I...I can't...I mean right now..." he stammered.

"Do it," she said with a growl. "If you know what's good for you. Get your ass, and that beautiful young cock, out there and get Mrs. O'Malley a drink!"

He gulped and got up, bending over slightly to hide the erection she'd given him and showed no signs of abating. He quickly got her drink and returned, sitting next to her. She got close to him, putting an arm around his neck and with her other hand, cupping his hard cock, making him jump.

"You liked rubbing my stinky feet, didn't you boy?" she hissed, leaning in to lick his ear as she stroked his dick in his pants. "Admit it. You love my stinky socks!"

"Oh God yesssss," he groaned as she thrust her tongue into his ear and jerked him in his pants.

"Then you'll love this!" she laughed.

From under the table, she produced both her black socks and rammed them into his mouth, rubbing the stench into his nose and face, laughing as he sputtered, eyes open and watching her bony little hand smear the sweaty socks into him, holding his head still by grabbing a handful of his hair.

"Smell it bitch," she snarled. "And eat up!"

She forced his mouth open and rammed both socks inside, closing his mouth and putting a hand over it, forcing him to embrace the full funky flavor of her stinky socks, the sweaty, nasty odor permeating his sense of taste and smell. He resisted, but not very much, his mind awash in confusion, not sure if he should be enjoying it as much as he was. His stiff cock betrayed him as Susan grabbed his package, squeezing his balls and dick.

"Now then," she growled, unsnapping his pants and fishing his dick out to stroke it as she looked into his wide-open eyes. "Let's continue..."

She let go his cock and sat back, swinging her feet up and bringing them directly to his face, slapping it, wiping the sweaty, stinky soles on his nose. He inhaled deeply, desperate to devour her foot scent. She laughed and reached up to pull the socks from his mouth and let his anxious tongue wash over her wrinkled old soles, lapping up the sweat and grit, and then over the balls of her feet to lap her delicious, bony toes.

"Suck 'em, boy, suck those toes like tiny COCKS!" she hissed, eyes flashing in the dim lighting of the bar as the sun set outside. "Clean them, lick up the funk between 'em!"

He did, eyes rolling in the sockets, given completely to the task of being this crazy, sexy older woman's foot slave. He sucked each toe, nibbling the flesh, running his tongue between them, savoring the grit and grime and stench, before she pulled her feet away and dropped them down, instantly securing his cock between her solid, muscular calves. She stroked up and down, his copious pre-cum smearing the insides of her chiseled calves, and soon the quiet of their little corner was permeated by the obscene squishing sounds of her rapid calf fuck.

"Oh my GOD...Mrs. O'Malley...never...I never..." he babbled deliriously, looking down to watch the muscular wrinkled folds of her supple calves flow around his squeezed dick. "I'm...gonna...CUM!!"

"Oh no you DON'T!" she hissed.

Suddenly, her calves opened, her hand reaching in to pull his entire ball bag up around his dick, and slammed shut again, scissoring his balls and the base of his dick in the most painful grip he could ever have imagined. He opened his mouth to scream, but Susan quickly balled up her dirty socks to stick inside, cutting off his voice.

"You do NOT cum until given permission!" she barked into his frightened face, squeezing harder for emphasis. "You have so much more to do first!"

She relinquished her scissor lock on his genitals and swung her feet off him. Smiling at him as he writhed in pain next to her, she slithered out of her pants and spread her thighs, wrinkled and saggy but exquisitely sexy, and his eyes darted down to her copious, gray bush.

"It's all yours, baby," she cooed. "Now get under the table and get busy!"

Helplessly, he slipped under the table, as she pulled the tablecloth hanging off it over her lap, and looked into that bush, the funky musk washing over his face. The smell stopped him, a smell of piss and sweat and funk. He balked.

"It's not gonna eat itself, boy," she growled, impatiently reaching for his head and slamming his face to her cunt, wrapping her muscular old thighs around his skull, locking her feet and squeezing. "Make Mrs. O'Malley cum, bitch!"

He stabbed frantically at her old pussy, spearing the cheesy folds and lips and skewering her hole, tongue fucking her rapidly as her thighs tightened and she moaned in response. He lapped up and down, focusing on her engorged clit, sucking it into his mouth, dribbling it with his tongue, and her thighs scissored him harder as she neared orgasm.

"Damn, you're good, soooo fucking good," she cooed, pumping herself against his face.

He palmed her rugged, wrinkled thighs to pull them apart but couldn't move them, surprised at the muscle tone beneath that saggy skin. He lapped and sucked harder, eager to please her and be free of her leggy prison, when he heard someone speak.

"Another bloody, ma'am?" the bartender said, standing at the edge of the table.

"Yes, yes, that would be lovely," she cooed politely, quivering her meaty thighs against Michael's trapped face as he froze in fear, her sudden squeeze an indication he should continue, so he resumed his clit suck. "And another beer for my young man...who's in the bathroom at the moment.."

The bartender laughed and walked away. Susan moved the tablecloth from her lap and looked at Michael's face, red and sweaty in the clamp of her lusty old thighs.

"That was close," she laughed. "Now keep eating my pussy!"

Michael obeyed, feeling her pussy tremble in his mouth and moments later heard the bartender return, putting the drinks on the table. Susan thanked him and as she did, squeezed harder as Michael's talented young tongue brought her to a crushing orgasm, bathing his face in her juices, filling his mouth.

"Will there be anything else, ma'am?"

"No, that should be all...for now, my good man," Michael heard her say, but just barely as Susan's fleshy thighs completely covered his ears.

The bartender left and Susan finally unlocked her powerful old legs, but leaving them on his face, ankles loosely entwined. She pulled the tablecloth aside again, looking down into Michael's panting face.

"I have to go pee," she said.

"Ok," he gasped, pulling back slightly only to be stopped by Susan's re-tightening thighs, his mouth right at her pussy. "But you said..."

"I'll go right here, right now!" she snarled, cupping his head in her hands and holding his open mouth at her pee slit. "In your MOUTH!!"

He tried to wriggle free but her hands were holding him too securely, her thighs scissoring him too tightly, and he screamed as he felt the first steaming hot jet of piss fill his mouth. He swallowed and swallowed, the taste bitter and strong, the scent overwhelming, but he swallowed to keep from drowning. Susan laughed darkly as she pissed down his throat, not doing so fully, but in spurts, staccato jets of her golden juices, allowing him to gulp it down before another spurt filled his mouth. She laughed as he gulped and wriggled in her scissors, and when she was finally done, she loosened her legs just enough to let him pull back a few inches, panting desperately for air.

"Jesus Christ!" he snapped. "You're crazy, you're fucking crazy!"

"Lick it," she said calmly, pointing to her piss-soaked pussy hair. "Suck that pee off my pussy, clean me up!"

He groaned and obeyed, lapping at the golden fluids coating her copious, matted pussy hair, sucking it in and down, anxious for it to be over. She finally released him fully from her thighs and pulled him up to sit next to her again.

She laughed as he wadded up several napkins to wipe his face clean, looking at her like she was insane. She pointed to his beer.

"Drink up," she said. "You deserve it."

He did, swigging nearly the whole thing down, anxious to wash away the piss flavor he feared would never leave him. She got up slowly, scooting around to the other side of the booth. His eyes widened as she pushed her feet up between his legs, cupping his cock in the smooth insteps of her gnarly old feet, slowly stroking him up and down. He sat back, moaning, marveling at the sensation of that wrinkled flesh jerking him off like no woman ever had.

"Feel good?" she cooed, fingering her pussy under the table as she worked his dick.

"Shit..yessssss," he moaned, nearing orgasm, feeling his nuts swell as her feet pumped up and down, slamming into them with just enough force to hurt but feel so incredibly good doing so.

She slowed the footjob, making him groan in frustration. She smiled at him, nodding at his nearly empty beer mug.

"Give it to me," she said.

"What?" 

"Give me your glass. Now."

He obeyed, sliding it over and watched in rapt fascination as she slipped it under the table. She unlocked her feet from his cock, putting one on the floor and brutally pressing the other one against his nuts, making him cry out in pain. He watched her watching him and heard the unmistakable sound below.

She held the mug to her pussy, tight against it, and pissed long and hard, filling it nearly to the top, the wet, tinkling sound reverberating under the table, echoing in Michael's ears. She smiled as she did, pushing her foot harder into his compressed balls as he slowly shook his head side to side.

"Oh, yes, yes," she corrected his frantic head shaking "Oh, yes...yes..."

She pulled the mug up from between her legs and put it on the table, resuming her footjob, making the young man groan again. Smiling, she pushed it toward him. He looked at it, then her, with disbelieving eyes.

"Drink up," she snarled. "You deserve it!"

He balked, and was rewarded with a savage squeeze of her heels on his nuts, nearly exploding them in their sacs, and his mouth opened in a silent scream as she nodded toward the glass. He quickly picked it up, moved it to his lips, the crispy, piss stench invading his nostrils and entire sexual being. She slipped her silky soles up around his cock again, soles soaked with his precum, and stroked, up and down, eyes locked on his.

He gulped, lifted the glass to his lips, closing his eyes. The taste was as it was when she scissored his face to her pussy, forcing him to drink her. But now it was clearer, crisper, and much to his chagrin, tastier, no doubt due to the pleasure her incredible old feet were bringing him. He gulped it down, mouthful by mouthful, hot and salty, as Susan's feet quickened, jerking faster and harder.

"Not all of it," she growled. "Save some for...dessert!"

He opened his eyes, gulping the last mouthful, putting the mug down, with about a quarter left inside. She shook her head.

"Not there," she smiled, pointing to his crotch over the table. "There. I want your cum mixing with my hot piss!"

"Oh, fuck," he groaned, grabbing the glass with trembling hands and bringing it to his lap. "Oh..fuck!"

She stroked him harder, more insistently, biting her lip as she fingered her hairy cunt, cumming on them. She twisted her feet to the side, still jerking him, making it easier for him to cup the glass over the head of his dick as the first jet flew from it. She moaned watching him cum, hearing the splat-splat-splat of his spunk hit the remaining beer in the glass and she worked one foot up and down his dick, holding it in place with the other, milking every single creamy drop into the beer. She stroked him slowly now, tickling the sensitive head with her toes, giggling as he winced.

"Very well done, Michael, very well done," she said, finally letting got of his cock and dropping her feet to the floor.

He sat, panting, watching her slip her socks back on, then slacks, then shoes, getting up to come round the table and sit next to him as he started to push his dick and balls back into his pants. She stopped him, cupping one strong hand around his nuts, smiling at him. He smiled weakly back, lifting the glass with the cum-streaked beer inside, handing it her way. She shook her head.

"Drink up," she growled, squeezing his balls brutally hard. "You deserve it."

"No...no please...Mrs. O'Malley, please OWWWWW!!"

"Is everything OK?"

The bartender was at the table side, unable to see Susan's hand squeezing Michael's nuts, concerned at the young man's howling.

"Yes, my young friend just as a cramp in his leg," she answered calmly. "And I was just massaging it for him."

"Uh...ok, sure," the bartender said warily, not able to see exactly what Susan's hand was doing but knowing it was under the table. "Want another beer, young man? That may help."

"Sure, sure," Michael said weakly, trying to ignore the mounting ache in his belly as Susan's hand pulsated around his agonized nuts.

The bartender made a move to clear the glass, but Susan stopped him.

"No, he's not done with this one yet, but soon will be," she said pleasantly. "Won't you, Michael?"

"Yes, yes, Mrs. O'Malley, yes," he groaned.

The bartender, used to years of seeing just about everything, just smiled and walked away. Susan looked back at Michael.

"Now," she growled, squeezing his balls again. "Dessert."

She lifted the glass herself, to his lips, tipping it, her eyes locked onto his as she poured the remnants of her now-cooling piss and all of his cum into his mouth, tipping it more and more as he winced and gulped.

"That's it...that's it..." she cooed, laughing. "All of it, every. Single. Drop!"

She brought the glass back down, smiling, and released his nuts, gently returning them to his pants and zipping him up. She lifted her hand; a dollop of cum dotted her freckled fingers, which she pushed into his mouth to be sucked clean.

The bartender brought them another round of drinks, which they enjoyed quietly, Susan looking at her newest victim, Michael looking at his elderly piss mistress with fascination, fear and respect.

"Thanks for the drinks, young man," she said finally, standing to leave the exhausted young man in the booth. "I trust you'll pick up the tab?"

"Of course," he sighed, looking at the beautiful old woman walking away. "Of course, Mrs. O'Malley."

"See you again sometime," she laughed. "Now that I know where to find you..."



Mrs. O'Malley's Golden Juices Ch. 09



Susan watched young Amy kissing Alana and smiled as best she could, what with her mouth locked around one of Alana's wrinkled old tithes.

Amy's eyes were closed and she moaned as she thrust her tongue into Alana's mouth, the age difference of 46 years not bothering her in the least. Nor did whom she was making out with - her grandmother, whose own eyes were open, shocked, looking at her 20-year-old beautiful granddaughter slurping her tongue.

Susan continued to suckle Alana's thick titty as the older woman's head twisted to the side to reluctantly accept her granddaughter's probing tongue and deep, wet kisses. And she continued to finger Alana's copious bush, thrusting her fingers in and out, diddling the engorged clit with her thumb.

Susan O'Malley was a woman accustomed to getting her way, and one of her ways was making piss slaves of women and men, young and old. This day, she'd been out for a jog and having to pee, stopped by her friend Alana's house, who wasn't home, but someone else was. It was there, from a window outside, she saw Amy on the couch, playing with her sweet young cunt as she watched videos of older women pissing in younger women's mouth.

It was a perfect entrée, she reasoned, and soon had captured Amy under her pissy spell. The girl had snuck a peek at Susan, a beautiful silky haired 65-year-old, pissing in the toilet, and caught her doing so. The rest was easy, as Amy willingly lapped the golden drops of urine from Susan's hairy, sweaty cunt, and things proceeded to the shower, where both women rained piss on each other, ending up with both on their knees, Amy eagerly sucking the farts out of Susan's rippling asshole.

And that's where Alana came in, home early, catching the unholy tryst, running to the kitchen, aghast and nauseous. Susan calmly caught up to her and soon forced herself on the 66-year-old gray-haired woman, tearing her clothes off, forcing kisses on her, fingering her pussy and sucking her tits, all of which was slowly melting her resolve.

Amy walked slowly out of the bathroom, and her panicked grandmother begged her forgiveness.

"I'm so sorry Granny," Amy said softly, advancing slowly, caught up in the perverse magic of the moment. "I'm so...sorry..."

Susan looked up from feasting on Alana's thick tits and smiled as she watched Amy's mouth meet her grandmother's, tenderly at first, then urgently, tongue parting her lips and darting inside.

"What...what are you...no, Amy, no!" she cried out.

"Yes, Granny...yessssssss," Amy hissed dominantly, pulling her grandmother's face back to hers and kissing her hard, the old woman's initial reservations fading as those young lips met her. "It's only love, Granny...it's only...love..."

Susan watched them kiss as she continued to nibble on Alana's nipple and finger her soaking cunt, feeling the body's tension lessen with every probe of Amy's tongue and thrust of her finger into Alana's pussy. She smiled. The rest would be easy.

Susan let go of Alana's thick brown nipple, licking her way up the gentle sagging flesh of her chest, suckling the sexy wattle of her neck and slowly thrusting her tongue into Alana's ear as she continued to be kissed wetly by her granddaughter.

"I knew it, I knew you'd like it, you filthy old whore!" she hissed, biting Alana's lobe, making her whimper into Amy's mouth locked to hers. "You're gonna make a good piss slave for both of us!"

"No...no..please..no..." Alana begged into Amy's mouth as Susan drilled her hairy cunt with three fingers up to the hand, squishing sounds filling the space around the moans of the trio. "Please..."

"Your darling granddaughter never had a woman before, and I'm just betting you haven't either, have you, sweetie?" Susan laughed darkly into Alana's ear.

"No..of course not...oh, God, Susan..." Alana groaned as she twisted her mouth away from Amy's now and the young woman stabbed her granny's other ear with her long tongue.

"It's a day of firsts, Granny," Amy hissed. "You're gonna love it..."

Amy now added her own fingers to her granny's gushing twat, six fingers in all between her and Susan, and Alana's cunt burned with pain and the undeniable undercurrent of pleasure as her hole widened to accommodate the thrusting digits.

Susan pulled hers out slowly, as Amy continued her assault, and held them up to Alana's face.

"Suck them clean, bitch," Susan growled, reaching behind Alana with her other hand and running her fingers into her ass crack, digging into the tight rectum and making the old woman jump. "Suck!"

"Oh...God..." Alana moaned, closing her eyes and opening her mouth.

She'd tasted her own pussy before, inadvertently, during the times she'd finger her pussy when masturbating, wetting them in her mouth, trying to ignore the depravity of the flavor of her own cunt, but now it consumed her. Susan slipped her fingers into the woman's puckered, quivering lips and scraped them on her cheeks, Alana sucking, tasting the thick sliminess of her pussy juices - and much to her shock, enjoying it. She groaned more loudly now, sucking harder, smacking her lips around the invading digits as Susan laughed.

"Fucking bitch, she loves it!" she roared, looking at Amy on the other side who was now bent to suckle her grandmother's wrinkled old tit, holding the saggy flesh in her young fingers and squeezing it into a cone of meat, gnawing on the thick nipple. "Let's see how she feels about her asshole!"

Alana screamed, the tide definitely turning more toward pleasure than pain, as Susan slipped one then two fingers into the very tight opening of her asshole, reaming her harder and harder, the flesh giving way, the rectal muscles relaxing to grip and milk the fingers. Susan smiled and finger fucked the older woman's asshole until it went looser still, then yanked them out and held them to Alana's shocked face.

"No...Susan, please...that's too...too much!" she begged, shaking her head, eyes wide and frightened.

Amy broke her titty feast and grabbed a handful of her granny's gray hair, jerking the head back.

"Do what she fucking says, Granny!" she snarled, hocking up a gooey spit wad into her grandmother's sputtering mouth and making her swallow it down. "Mrs. O'Malley is in charge!"

"You learn fast, girl!" Susan laughed, dancing those fingers, slick with Alana's ass oils and reeking of funk, in front of her face. 

"Here, bitch, smell 'em first!"

"NOOOO!!" Alana screamed as Susan rudely stuffed each finger into her nostrils as deeply as she could, the stench of shit and sweat permeating her existence.

And as she inhaled the rancid vapors of her own asshole, Alana realized, it was making her pussy drip. She fought the urge to enjoy it but could not, and when Susan yanked the fingers from her nostrils and shoved them into her mouth, she madly suckled the slick digits clean, reveling in the taste of her butt.

"Look at the bitch go!" Susan laughed, fucking Alana's moaning mouth with her filthy fingers. "Let's take this to the next level!"

She pulled her fingers from the sucking mouth and grabbed Alana's arm, dragging her forcefully to the living room, kneeling her before the couch. She motioned for Amy to sit, and the gleeful girl giggled as she sat, spreading her smooth-as-silk legs widely, her juicy, piss-scented cunt opening wide. Susan forced Alana's face between them and the older woman resisted.

"Please, for God's sake, Susan, not that, please it's...my own...granddaughter, for God's sake!" she screamed.

"No shit," Susan sighed, then nodding to Amy adding, "Go on baby, lock those gorgeous legs around your grandmother's face and make her eat...your...cunt!"

Amy moaned, not looking at her grandmother but Susan's sultry eyes as she cupped her granny's head and slammed the protesting face to her slick slit, slapping her thighs shut around them, locking her feet and squeezing. Susan laughed and got behind the couch, leaning over to tweak Amy's pert tits, twisting her nipples and kissing and licking the young girl's face and neck.

There in the clamp of Amy's powerful young thighs Alana's eyes looked up, tearfully, her mouth open to scream but no sound coming out. Amy pulsated her inner thighs on her grandmother's face, urging her on.

"Lick me, Granny," she cooed, running her fingers through Alana's gray hair. "Lick your granddaughter's hot cunt!"

Alana had no choice, and closed her eyes as she snaked out her tongue, where it instantly slithered up Amy's tight pussy hole. The young girl groaned and squeezed harder, pulling the face tighter, grinding her clit on her granny's nose and mouth, swiveling her slim hips.

"Mmm, she looks like she's enjoying it too much!" Susan laughed, twisting Amy's nipples as the young girl writhed on the couch, her thighs crushing her moaning grandmother's face to her gushing pussy. "Flip over, baby girl!"

Amy unlocked her powerful legs from Alana's panting face and kneeled on the couch, her creamy white ass inches from her grandmother's soaking wet face, the old eyes staring between the supple cheeks. Susan walked around and knelt, grabbing Alana's hair and yanking hard, making the old woman cry out in pain.

"Take a whiff, bitch!" she snarled, ramming Alana's protesting face into her granddaughter's butt. "Smell it good!"

Alana screamed, the screams muffled as her nose met Amy's wet, smelly asshole, Alana's mouth mashed to the pussy below. She couldn't breathe, and inhaled the nasty aroma of her granddaughter's shit chute, smelling of poop, piss and sweat. Amy groaned with pleasure, reaching under to diddle her pussy, rubbing the oily lips onto her granny's sucking mouth, and cumming hard, squirting her girly gel into Alana's sputtering mouth.

"Now clean it," Susan snapped, moving the old face up, the mouth directly at Amy's winking pucker.

She had no choice, nor did she want one, she realized, snaking her tongue out to spear the wrinkled muscles of Amy's rectum, plunging it in deeply, feeling it pulled inside, tasting the nasty funk of it. Susan laughed, reaching behind Alana's rump as it wiggled in the air, and brutally finger fucking it with three fingers, then four, opening up her old hole. Alana screamed, the pain-pleasure line blurrier than ever as she reamed Amy's shit chute more deeply and hunched her hips back into Susan's insistent fingers.

Susan fucked her butt a moment longer, then yanked the digits out, bringing them to Amy's asscrack, plunging them inside to wipe up Alana's nose and into her mouth, which the old woman eagerly sucked.

"She's ready for more, baby," Susan laughed, tugging Alana's sucking mouth from Amy's asshole, which was glistening with her grandmother's spit. "Into the bathroom!"

Amy jumped up and took one of her grandmother's arms, Susan the other, and shuffled the woman to the bathroom, her confused, uncertain look darting left to right.

"Amy...this is so...what are we doing...dear God..." she moaned.

"Suck it up, Granny," Amy laughed, slapping her grandmother's meaty, wrinkled ass. "You'll fucking love it!"

The bathroom reeked of piss from the recent activity and when Alana stepped into the shower, pushed there by the two women, the reality hit her. She shook her head side to side, mumbling 

"No...no...no..."

"Yes...yes...yes..." Susan snarled, walking up to her and slamming her supple right thigh into Alana's bushy pussy, making the woman crash back against the wall and slip down to the cold, piss-soaked tiles. 

Alana sobbed now, body trembling, racked with fear. Susan kicked the older woman to her back and motioned to Amy.

"I think Granny needs a drink, don't you?" she smiled darkly, kissing the young girl and slipping her tongue inside the eager mouth.

"Oh, yes, Mrs. O'Malley, for sure!" Amy giggled.

Alana watched, awestruck and immobilized by fright, as Amy slowly stepped over her face, looking up those long, strong legs into the girl's tender pussy. The lips parted as the legs spread slightly as Amy descended and she saw them open wider and then settle on her moaning mouth, the taste metallic and hot.

"Drink up, Granny," Amy hissed, hands on her hips.

The flow was intense and constant, a torrent of hot girl piss flooding from Amy's pee slit and right into Alana's mouth. The taste was bitter and pungent and she gulped frantically, trying to ignore the aroma, gobbling down mouthful after mouthful of her granddaughter's piss. Amy moaned and ground her cunt into 

Alana's face trapped in her cunt and thighs, the old woman's eyes staring straight up at her, begging for mercy. Amy showed none, continuing to flood her grandmother's mouth with hot piss, the force too great for Alana to swallow and now a jet of urine streamed out of her nostrils, splashing Amy's pussy and gushing up to coat her perky little tits.

"Sweet, just so sweet," Susan laughed, clapping her hands at the sight of granddaughter dominating grandmother with her stinging piss. "My turn, I gotta go so bad!"

"NOOOO!!" Alana screamed, wiping at her face as Amy dismounted and Susan took her place, instantly flooding the screaming mouth with the boiling flow of her own pungent piss.

"AHHHHH!!" Susan giggled, swiveling her hips and reaching between her tight, freckled thighs to pinch Alana's nose, ensuring she would swallow every golden drop of her juices. "Oh, you can't breathe can you? Here, have some air!"

She slithered up, planting her wet, hairy asshole right on Alana's nose, burying it inside, the thick, stinky rectal walls milking it in fully as she grunted and unleashed a brutally loud, wet, smelly fart, the foul air blasting down Alana's nostrils and searing her lungs. Amy laughed as she watched, and then lay on the tiles between her granny's scrawny legs, feasting on the wet, hairy pussy.

Alana was torn again between the unmitigated shame and horror of what was happening to her and the sheer raw pleasure of having her cunt eaten in a way no one had ever eaten it before. 

Amy ate pussy like a pro, despite her grandmother being only the second woman she'd done it to, the first wriggling on the trapped face, continuing to thunder out long, stinky farts down the old woman's throat.

The orgasm came quickly, Alana's pussy alive and wet and gushing cream into her granddaughter's sucking face, and she tried to ignore the source of the pleasure even as those wrinkly old thighs scissored shut around it, urging it on. She came long and hard, consumed by the pleasure, and now breathed deeply and willingly from the foul well that trapped her nose, oozing out smaller, equally smelly blasts of air.

"Well, Alana, you must have to pee by now, I'm sure!" Susan laughed, dismounting Alana's moaning face, Amy standing up beside her, Susan licking at the granny cum streaking her face.

Alana could do little now but obey, in a blind fog of humiliation and pleasure, and squat over both women's faces as they lay on the shower floor. She looked down between her skinny thighs, parting her bush and aiming the flow of hot piss into both mouths, streaming freely, a sheet of yellow soaking both moaning women who opened their mouths to gobble up the foul offering like baby birds. Alana couldn't believe it, but she came again, rubbing her clit furiously as she drenched the willing women under her hairy cunt.

"Be right back," Susan said, suddenly getting up.

Alana and Amy sat face to face, Amy directing her grandmother's mouth to her face, neck and tits.

"Lick all that piss up, Granny, lick your piss from me!" she growled, holding Alana's soaked hair in her strong hands. "I have no idea what Mrs. O'Malley has in mind but you know it's gonna be good."

"Amy...please...please stop...please let me go..." Alana heard herself saying even as she lapped slavishly at her granddaughter's young flesh, tasting her piss.

"You don't mean it, bitch," Amy snapped, pulling the old face away and slapping it brutally hard back and forth. "Shut the fuck up!"

Susan returned moments later, wearing a giant black strap-on dildo, the vinyl harness tight around her wrinkled thighs and ass, a good 12-inches long and thick as a wrist. Smiling, she handed Amy another one, smaller and white and the girl giggled putting it on, it's six-inch more slender cock bobbing before her. Both stood, side by side.

"Suck our cocks," Susan snarled, snapping her fingers at the stunned woman soaked in piss on the shower floor.

Transfixed, Alana shuffled to her knees, first taking the big cock in her hand, licking the head and sucking down as much as she could. Susan laughed and grabbed the woman's ears, stabbing her hips forward and ramming the entire length down her throat. 

Alana's eyes went wide and filled with tears as she tried to gag around the enormous latex dick lodged in her throat. Susan pulled out and Alana coughed violently, phlegm running from her mouth. Amy immediately grabbed her grandmother's sputtering head and did the same with her smaller faux dick.

Over and over the two dominant women took turns face raping their victim, Alana getting more used to it, gagging less and by the end, enjoying it more, her pussy soaked and slick as she groaned around each cock. Finally Susan stepped back, holding the upturned face streaked with tears and mascara and brutally slapped it with her massive fake cock until Alana screamed in pain.

"Mount up, girl," Susan hissed, knocking Alana to her back. "Me first, then you join me little girl..."

Amy watched as Susan lay on the tiles, pulling the moaning skinny older woman atop her, fisting the big cock into Alana's cunt, spearing her with it. She grabbed the slim hips and pumped up, filling her with the strapon's massive dick, pounding her hard. She held the hips tight as the dildo reamed Alana's hairy pussy, the sound of flesh slapping flesh echoing off the tiled walls.

"Take her ass, baby," Susan growled as she cupped Alana's screaming mouth to her tits, forcing her to suck her thick nipples. "Fuck Granny's ass!"

Amy groaned, kneeling between Susan's thrusting legs, aiming her cock at her granny's hairy rectum, loosened from the earlier abuse, and easily slipped it past the tight outer muscle, going deep in two thrusts. Alana's screams were high pitched and guttural, lost in the sweaty, piss-soaked depths of Susan's freckled tits, between which she was being smothered.

The two dominant women locked into a steady fuck rhythm, one pulling out as the other plunged in and for a solid 10 minutes fucked Alana's pussy and ass until they were too exhausted to continue, Amy falling onto her grandmother's trembling back. 

She looked around her granny's sobbing head to Susan's smiling face, stretching to sloppily kiss the gorgeous blonde.

"Wow, that was something," Amy said, pulling her dick out of her granny's asshole and standing up as Susan did the same, leaving Alana on the floor, crying and trembling, her pussy and ass burning with pain and perverse pleasure.

"Sure was," Susan sighed. "And it ain't over yet."

She snapped her fingers, Alana's head turning to look up at the women's dicks, slick with her cunt and ass juices. Susan pointed.

"Suck this shit off!"

Alana nodded gamely, too far gone now to disobey and started licking the foul-smelling dick that had been in her asshole, slurping down the nasty fluids tentatively at first, then tossing caution aside and gorging herself on it. Susan and Amy laughed as they watched the submissive woman willingly bob her head from side to side, anxious to suck both slick dicks clean.

"Nice work, Granny," Amy giggled.

"Time to clean the old hag's face, I think, she's a frightful mess," Susan laughed.

And as both women squatted over Alana, dousing her from head to toe with an endless stream of stinging-hot golden juice, she writhed beneath them, fingering her sloppy cunt and asshole, twisting madly as she came again and again, another convert in Susan O'Malley's ever-growing stable.



Mrs. O'Malley's Golden Juices Ch. 10



Susan O'Malley was never much of a housekeeper. 

She was, however, the best at dominating men, and women, young and old, delighting in bending them to her ways, usually a process that involved forcing them to drink her hot piss. Not usually - always. She loved exploiting the weaknesses of others. It played to her sexually controlling nature.

Today, for example.

Maria was her housekeeper, hired to come in twice a week to keep Susan's house in tip-top shape. The young woman, 22, slender with jet-black hair and deep brown eyes, hailed from a country where Spanish is spoken, an immigrant coming to America with family to seek a better way of life. She was shy and soft-spoken, demure and submissive, never making eye contact with her boss when spoken to. That, as much as her delicious young body, appealed to Susan

Maria had worked for her for a few months now, doing a laudable job, Susan paying her cash, keeping things under the table. She knew very well that Maria was an undocumented alien, possessed of no green card just a willingness to work hard, do whatever it took. Susan wasn't totally heartless; she was a liberal at heart, wanting to help those with less than she. And, if the situation warranted, dominating them in return. 

Susan, in a short floral dress, bare legged and wearing black leather shoes, had just returned from shopping, and brought her purchases upstairs where Maria was cleaning the master bedroom bathroom. She peeked around the corner, watching the dedicated dark-skinned worker scrub the shower floor.

"Very nice, Maria," Susan cooed, walking in, startling the woman on her knees, delighting in the surprised response.

"Gracias, senora," Maria said in her heavy accent, smiling, eyes darting to the floor as she addressed her boss.

Susan smiled, put her purchases away, retreating downstairs for a glass of wine, followed by another. The sight of Maria bent over in the shower, her little skirt riding up to reveal her muscular dark, young legs, replayed in her mind. Susan's pussy tingled. And she had to pee. She drained the rest of her third glass of chardonnay and sashayed upstairs. With a mission in mind. And Susan's missions were never deterred.

"Maria," she said, walking into the bathroom where Maria was now dusting the row of lights above the long vanity, her delicious young calves dark and muscular above her little white socks and black works shoes as she raised on tiptoes to do her work. "You don't have a green card, do you? Forgive my asking, but it is necessary."

Maria's dark eyes flashed, her mind racing. She did not have legal status in the United States, none of her family and friends did, most of who worked doing menial labor such as hers. It was an unspoken secret; they didn't have cards, but none of the more affluent people they worked for much cared. They just needed cheap labor, and immigrants, eager and anxious, were more than happy to oblige. Don't ask, don't tell was the order of the day.

"Uh...no, senora...no," she stammered, standing now, duster clutched in her hands before her, looking at the floor as Susan walked slowly around her to inspect the toilet. "Ees...ees that a problemo, senora?"

"No, not at all," Susan sighed, bending to look at the seat, finding it spotless. "Excuse me a minute..."

Boldly, she lifted her skirt, dropped her panties and sat on the toilet, Maria's eyes going wide at the sight of the pretty older woman peeing in plain sight. And at the fleeting glimpse Susan afforded her of the copious pussy hair blossoming in her crotch. She turned to leave, apologizing. Susan stopped her.

"Stay where you are," she said coldly. "I'll only be a moment and you can continue cleaning."

Susan unleashed a noisy, wet torrent of piss into the toilet, and for good measure, a sibilant, hissing wet fart, dribbling out the last of her pee and standing, a shower of droplets plopping wetly onto the freshly cleaned seat. Susan smiled, stepping out of her panties, picking them up and looking back at the toilet.

"You missed several spots, Maria," she sighed. "That is not good. Be a dear and clean that mess."

Maria blinked, unable to quickly process what was happening or why her boss would blatantly befoul something she'd just cleaned and then blame her for it. White people were said to be demanding and crazy, she'd heard, and was now learning. But obediently as always, she did what she was told, walking by Susan with a rag and spray bottle, kneeling before the seat and its sprinkling of golden juices glistening there.

"No, Maria," Susan hissed, suddenly standing behind her maid, grabbing her dark ponytail and pulling into the young woman cried out in pain and shock. "Not with your rag. With this..."

Susan reached around with her other hand, tapping Maria's trembling lips. The maid's eyes widened. Her English wasn't good, but she knew exactly what Mrs. O'Malley wanted.

"But...senora...por favor...no...no, por favor!" Maria cried, feeling her head bending toward the bowl under Susan's powerful old hand.

"Si, si, senorita, si, si..." Susan laughed. "You don't have a green card, do you? You don't want me to report you, do you? Hmmm?"

Maria shook her head frantically in Susan's grip.

"Good," Susan cooed. "Now. Lick up my piss. If you want to keep working in this house, in this country! Lick my PISS!!"

"Noooo!" Maria cried.

Then her face was pushed into the bitter liquid on the seat, screaming mouth opening, lips forced into the foul fluid, the air around the seat redolent with the fart her boss had left behind. Susan laughed, holding her head there, twisting it, the older woman perhaps not as strong physically as her soon-to-be slave, but certainly emotionally. And with Susan, that's where it counted and allowed her to easily control her young maid.

"Lick it, girl, lick it!" Susan sang in a pleasant voice. "Let's see that tongue...lengua, if I'm not mistaken...use your lengua, girl, lick, lick..."

Maria cried, trying to close her mouth, eyes shut against the humiliation as Susan's grip tightened on her hair, hurting her. But then obediently, fearing Mrs. O'Malley and the threat of deportation of not only herself but her entire family, the submissive girl snaked out her tongue. She grimaced, tentatively tasting the pungent piss coating the seat, then slowly lapped, drop by drop, tears running down her face. She'd do as she were told, she thought, save her job, save her family. She would do whatever it took to please her crazy boss.

"That's right, that's right, that's a girl, Buena chica, Buena chica," Susan laughed. "Buena...how does it taste, Maria? How does Mrs. O'Malley's piss taste?"

"Dis...dis-goosting! Por favor, Senora O'Malley, no mas, no mas!" Maria cried, swallowing the bitter liquid on her tongue and lapping more as Susan's head directed her all over the wet seat.

"Good!" Susan laughed, now lifting the bowl and ramming the shocked maid's head inside. "Now drink up!"

Susan's laughter echoed off the tiled walls of the bathroom and Maria's groans of shame, and the gurgling sounds of her face pushed beneath the surface of the warm, yellow water, echoed off the bowl in which she was imprisoned. Fearing drowning, she had no choice but to open her mouth and gulp down mouthfuls of piss-tainted water, over and over until Susan released her and stood back, roaring with dark laughter. She was enjoying watching Maria's sputtering head escape the bowl, the dark-haired girl's face streaked with piss. She desperately wiped at it with her dirty rag, crying and begging for mercy.

"That's all for now, dearie," Susan sighed. "Finish cleaning my toilet, the usual way, and then come down to the kitchen."

Maria watched her dominant boss leave, and then sunk to the floor, sobbing as she cleaned. She did her best, and then composed herself to walk downstairs where Susan was at the kitchen counter, cracking eggs into a bowl.

"I feel like an omelet," she said, not watching Maria stand behind her, still crying, waiting. "Uh-oh!"

Quite on purpose, Susan let the contents of an egg miss the bowl and counter, the sticky yellow-and-clear gob landing wetly on one black leather shoe with open toes. The egg covered her foot, from ankle to toes. Susan smiled at Maria.

"Clean that mess, bitch," she snarled. "On your knees, now, and lick that shit off my shoe and foot!"

Maria blindly obeyed, kneeling and slurping the egg mess, starting at Susan's skinny ankle, over the leather surface of the shoe, and then the toes, attaching her mouth to the pointy digits and sucking. Susan laughed, watching her slave maid slobber over her filthy foot.

"Again, bitch, you missed a spot!" she growled.

Susan slipped her foot out of the shoe, revealing a grimy, dark-crusted interior, thick and foul smelling. She pointed her foot into it and the rest of the egg slithered down her toes and landed on the sole. She put the shoe back on, squishing her foot inside. Cracking another egg she slipped off the other grimy shoe, dropping it inside and putting it back on. She walked around the big kitchen stovetop counter, giggling as she worked the egg deeply into those filthy soles, Maria watching helplessly from her knees.

"Go on," she sighed, hopping up on the counter, skirt riding high on her tanned, solid old thighs and dangling her shoes, thick bridges of egg connecting the bottoms of her wrinkled old soles with the filthy footwear. "Lick that mess up out of my disgusting stinky shoes!"

Maria cried harder now, gently taking off one shoe and putting her face inside to lap the gelled mess clean, the stench of sweat and foot funk nearly making her throw up. Susan watched, legs spread, casually fingering her hairy pussy, as her maid licked the shoe clean, then the other. 

"The egg seems to have reconstituted the nasty foot filth caked in there!" Susan laughed. "Very nice, keep licking, get those insides of my foul shoes clean!!"

Maria nearly threw up from the taste of egg and foot funk, the moistened crust coating her tongue which she bitterly swallowed, swabbing the insides clean of both shoes. Smiling, Susan held up her feet, wiggling her filthy toes covered in egg, the wrinkles flexing under a blanket of yolk and sweat.

"Suck," she snarled, pointing. "You've done a good job on my shoes, so now suck my feet clean."

Maria nodded gamely, putting her face to the feet, lapping from calloused heels to crusty, wet toes, up and down, trying not to gag at the rancid flavor of fresh egg and old sweat and leather, cleaning every inch of Susan's soles, gulping down whatever she licked up. She worked up to the toes and now Susan rammed them into her mouth, nearly splitting the corners. Maria obediently lapped and sucked them clean, her tongue running between them to find new horror in the form of egg-soaked toe jam, the grit grinding in her teeth as she gagged it down her throat.

Susan laughed and kicked Maria's face away, walking barefoot down the hallway to the laundry, returning with a small basket full of soiled socks, panties and pantyhose. She fished out a dark pair of hose, holding them aloft, shooting Maria a disgusted look.

"You didn't do laundry? That IS part of your fucking job, is it not?"

"I was...I was about to, senora, por favor, por favor!" the kneeling maid begged, hands folded before her in supplication, her pretty face a smeary mess of egg, tears and foot filth.

"Well, you can start with these," Susan sighed. "These are especially nasty, I'd worn them a week or so!"

She twisted the pantyhose inside out, revealing the crotch panel stained a most disgusting yellow and brown, holding it against her palm and bringing it to Maria's face. The crying woman backed away.

"How DARE you!" Susan shrieked, slapping the crying maid brutally hard across the face one way with an open palm, then the other with the back of the same hand.

"NOOOO!!" Maria screamed, sobbing, her body racked with shame and fear.

Susan laughed, grabbing her hair in one hand and ramming the foul-smelling and tasting pantyhose panel against her face, rubbing brutally hard, transferring the scent and flavor of them to Maria's smooth skin, the smell overpoweringly putrid as it invaded her nose. 

"Suck! Suck that shit out of my pantyhose, suck it bitch, lick it up!"

Maria's tongue darted out connecting with the stinky pantyhose, tasting pee and poop, the occasional pubic hair sticking to her tongue as she desperately licked the disgusting fabric up and down, swallowing, gagging at the rancid flavor and smell. Susan laughed and now forced the pantyhose crotch into Maria's nostrils, clogging them, the full vicious scent of Susan's cunt and ass scorching the flesh and permeating her entire being.

"Now then," Susan laughed, sitting up on the counter, spreading her muscular old legs, her bushy pussy coming into full view before Maria's astonished, teary eyes as she desperately ripped the stinky pantyhose from her nose, casting them aside.

"Tell me, my dear," Susan said, rubbing her filthy, wet soles up and down Maria's face, then hooking her hard calves around her neck, inching the face up and up. "Have you ever licked pussy before?"

"NO SENORA!" Maria gasped, unable to resist the scissoring clench of Susan's smooth thighs as they closed around her.

"Well, it's a day of firsts, then I imagine!" Susan laughed, cupping the maid's head in her hands and slamming her face directly into her piss-scented cunt, the hairs still damp with piss, the aroma overpowering and raw. "Eat me!"

Maria screamed, both from shame and fear and also the crunching pain coursing through her head as Susan's powerful inner thighs scissored tightly around it. The stench hit her hard, pissy and damp, thick and funky, then the taste as Susan's furry lips opened. The wet lips folded moistly around Maria's nose and mouth as she was forced to open it, thrusting her trembling tongue inside. Susan hissed, squeezing harder, her fierce pussy muscles gripping Maria's tongue, sucking it in.

"That's it, that's my girl," Susan moaned, leaning back and holding Maria's head with one hand, grinding her oily clit against the girl's nose, harder and harder, getting off as much by contact with it as much as Maria's struggling resistance. "In and out...mmmm,yes, thrust that nice tongue of yours in and out of my nasty pussy!"

Maria couldn't do anything but, her breathing severely curtailed, mouth sealed to Susan's smelly pussy, her nose clamped to her clit. She felt the pussy walls tremble and pull at her thrusting tongue, and the slick fluid of Susan's mounting orgasm flood her mouth. Susan came hard and fast, locking her brutally squeezing legs out straight, thighs quivering, as she squirted her woman cream into Maria's gulping through, nearly knocking the groggy maid out cold. She finally let go, unlocking her punishing old thighs, and laughing as Maria slumped back to the floor.

"Be a dear, and clean the cum that seems to have run into my asshole, would you?" she said almost politely, slipping off the counter and bending over it, stripping off her dress, her slightly saggy white ass spread in her hands.

Maria cried, struggling to her knees, looking into Susan's butt, the wrinkled pucker thick with her cum, shiny and nasty. The smell hit her and then the taste as she gamely stuck her tongue into it, feeling the pucker open and suck it in, Susan shuddering with pleasure. She let her ass cheeks fold around Maria's trapped face, reaching back to hold it tight. The maid moaned, unable to breathe, her tongue totally buried into the gooey asshole and mouth sealed shut.

"Oh, nice, nice," she cooed. "Here, have a little air?"

If they could shoot open, they would, but Maria's eyes were firmly pressed into the meaty flesh of Susan's butt as the pucker opened and unleashed a thundering, wet fart, the blast echoing into her mouth. The taste was foul, wet and ripe, and the stench worse, rippling up through her nostrils. Susan giggled, holding Maria's head tight by the hair, and farted again and again, Maria feeling queasy and dizzy in the exploding butt surrounding her face. Susan finally let go and Maria fell to her back, nearly unconscious. Susan turned and smiled down at the girl's dark face, darker still from Susan's fart residue.

"Here, let me clean you up a bit," she giggled.

Susan grabbed a pair of stinky white panties from the laundry basket, wrinkling her nose at the scent, turning it inside out and wiping the yellow/brown crotch all over Maria's face, laughing at the girl's struggles. She forced the panty into her mouth, where Maria tasted the funky flavor, and grabbed another pair, stuffing the crotch panel into both nostrils. She stood over Maria, hands on hips, the girl's head lolling side to side, panties sticking out of her face.

Susan squatted, watching Susan's hairy pussy open with a wet sound, fitting it around Maria's mouth already clogged with panty. Susan pinched her thighs together, squeezing the maid's face into a scrunchy mask of fear and shame.

"Drink up, bitch," the dominant granny snarled.

The piss came hot and fast, catching Maria by surprise. It flooded her mouth, soaking the panty crammed inside, blasting by it and barreling down her gulping throat. Her nose was soaked as well, and the rest of her face, the panty sticking out of her nostrils gone sopping wet. Susan groaned, grinding on Maria's face, pissing harder, the girl's hair soaked, a wet puddle forming beneath her on the hard wood floor. Susan giggled and dribbled out the rest of her pee, sitting back on Maria's chest, looking down at the frightened girl.

She pulled the panty from her mouth, the fabric dripping piss down into it, and twisted it in her hands, ringing it out. The golden stream dribbled into Maria's sputtering mouth, tasting of piss and funk from the filthy garment. Susan laughed, stuffing it back inside, and doing the same with the panty she yanked from Maria's nose.

"Suck," she snarled, leaning over Maria. "Suck the piss from my panties!"

Maria had no choice, sucking the wet cloth in her mouth, ingesting the piss, swallowing it down and crying as she looked up into Susan's pretty glaring face. Susan finally pulled the panties from her mouth, tossing them to the laundry basket and standing. She kicked Maria in the side, rolling the girl over, her face splashing into the warm piss puddle on the floor.

"Lick that up," she said plainly, using her dirty foot to push on the back of Maria's head.

The maid sobbed but did as requested, slurping up the hot piss from the floor, lapping at whatever was left, her face soaked with urine and not stopping until Susan stepped off her head, happy with the work she'd done. Maria lifted her head from her work, strands of golden juices dripping from her face to the floor, mixing with her tears.

"Now," Susan said, grabbing some clothes from the dirty laundry. "I'm going outside to do some gardening. "You continue to do your job."

Maria watched as Susan pulled on a pair of skimpy, soiled black panties, and over them a tiny pair of cut-off jeans, accentuating her strong legs. She also donned a dirty white t-shirt, with no bra. Holding up a pair of black mid-calf trouser socks, she motioned to Maria.

"Smell these," she sighed. "Tell me how badly my socks smell."

With trembling hands, Maria took them, tentatively sniffing at them, her nose wrinkling at the acrid, fetid aroma of foot funk and sweat.

"Muy...muy mala," she groaned, holding them at arm's length.

"Yes, very bad indeed," Susan giggled, slipping up to sit on the counter and wag her feet at Maria. "Put them on."

Maria obeyed, slipping the filthy socks on Susan's nasty feet. She jumped off the counter, and tugged on a pair of very dirty black sneakers, first shoving them in Maria's face and laughing at the girl's wincing response.




Mrs. O'Malley's Golden Juices Ch. 10



"And here, wear these as you work," she said.

She took another pair of dirty panties from the wash, baby-blue ones crusted in the crotch, and rammed them into Maria's sputtering mouth. She found a sock, a thick, wool tan one she'd worn for weeks and tugged it completely over Maria's head, cinching it around her neck. Laughing, she got a pair of scissors and snipped holes near her eyes, allowing her to see, while being able to inhale nothing but the repugnant, sweaty stench of sock, imbued with Susan's savage foot stench.

"That's all you need wear," Susan said, roughly tearing off the girl's dress, bra and panties, leaving her shivering on the floor. "Get to work."

Crying, Maria did her job, starting the laundry, vacuuming the rugs, mopping the floor, doing dishes, all the while inhaling Susan's nasty sock over her head, constantly tasting the fetid stench from the filthy panties stuffed in her mouth. It worsened as it got soaked with her spit, reconstituting the frightful flavor and smell. She cried the entire time, hoping to please her crazy boss, hoping to remain employed and out of the hands of immigration officials.

Susan worked happily in the hot, humid air of the garden, sweating profusely, feeling it pool in her crotch and armpits, soaking her panties and socks and sneakers. For an hour she worked, then stood to lean on her hoe, smiling. She looked toward the house.

"Maria!" she shouted when she saw the girl near the kitchen window.

"Si, senora?" Maria said in frightened voice, coming into the back yard.

"Here," Susan said, snapping her fingers and pointing to the grass. "Lie down."

Maria could only obey, lying on her back to look up at the pretty elderly woman who stripped out of her shorts and panties. She reached down, tugging off the sock encasing Maria's head and yanked the soaking wet panties from her mouth. She grinned, taking those panties and the one she'd worn, wringing them over Maria's mouth. The maid cried, trying not to notice the taste of the bitter dripping stream of sweat and pussy juice that trickled into her mouth.

"I have to pee, and I don't feel like going inside," Susan snarled, straddling Maria's face on slightly spread legs, her glistening pussy parting as Maria watched helplessly.

The flow streamed out, golden yellow, scorching hot, the torrent jetting out of Susan's cunt and directly into Maria's sputtering mouth. The girl gulped, let her mouth refill, swallowed again, over and over, the piss soaking her face, stinging her eyes, cascading over her little tits. Thick rivers of it also streaked the insides of Susan's saggy thighs, down her calves and completely soaking her black socks and sneakers. The piss seemed to take forever, Maria thought, and then it was over, little droplets of urine gently dripping into her mouth.

"Lick, here," Susan said, pointing to the glistening flesh of her beautiful thighs, slightly wrinkled, salty fluid filling them. "And my calves..."

Maria trembled despite the oppressive summer heat. She knelt up, attaching her worshipful mouth to Susan's quivering inner thighs, slurping the piss from them, and down, inside her knees, suckling the muscular calf flesh, ingesting every drop of piss she could as Susan smiled down at her.

"Take off my sneakers," she said.

Maria did, untying them and pulling each wet sneaker off, turning her head at the stench of piss and sweat inside. Susan grabbed the girl's hair, twisting her face up and taking each sneaker, smashing it into Maria's face to be slurped clean. The sobbing maid's tongue lapped each sole, gagging at the flavor and smell, the grit that came with it scraping against her teeth and cheeks as she swallowed it bitterly down.

"Now my black socks," Susan said, holding one leg up, then the other, so Maria could peel each off, the socks heavy from the piss soaking them.

Susan took each, again wringing the sopping cloth over Maria's mouth, smiling broadly as the piss-and-foot scented juices streamed into the girl's sputtering face to be bravely gulped down. When she'd done each, she stuffed both into her mouth, holding her hand over it and laughing.

"Suck 'em dry, go on, suck the rest of my piss out of my socks!" she snarled.

Maria sobbed anew, sucking hard, drawing the last bit of foul-tasting juice from Susan's fetid socks, hardly able to breathe. Susan released her grip, pulling the socks from her mouth, laughing as Maria gasped for air.

"One last chore," she sighed. 

She walked to fencing separating her patio from the lawn, leaning over it, wiggling her slightly saggy white ass in Maria's direction. The maid groaned, shuffling over on her knees. Susan opened her meaty cheeks, the filthy brown pucker winking open.

"Suck my asshole," Susan said politely. "Put your mouth on it and suck."

Maria moaned and obeyed, closing her eyes and burying her face into Susan's ass crack, the stench of shit and piss and sweat nearly making her vomit. She attached her mouth to the wrinkled ring and sucked, feeling the inner flesh, wet and cheesy, against her lips, tongue and teeth.

"Very nice, Maria, very nice," Susan cooed, quivering her thick cheeks around Maria's trapped face. "Now go deep, clean it, clean it with your tongue, lick Mrs. O'Malley's asshole!"

Completely enslaved now, Maria's trembling hands gripped the backs of Susan's sweaty thighs as she rammed her tongue in and out of the cheesy butthole, trying to ignore the bitter taste, the overpowering stench. She deeply rimmed her horny boss for five minutes until the entire crack bubbled with her saliva and the juices, foul and bitter, oozing from Susan's shit chute.

"Good job," Susan grunted. "Your reward!"

She unleashed a rumbling, wet barrage of farts, the sound sharp, slapping wetly against Maria's face, and into her open mouth, echoing obscenely in her cheeks. The stench rippled up her trapped nostrils and she could only swallow the foul air and hope it would be over soon. Susan laughed, grunted again and let fly another thunderous fart, this one wetter, the disgusting moist air rocketing down Maria's throat. The maid screamed in the juicy embrace of her mistress's asshole and clenching cheeks, fighting for air. Finding none, other than that offered from the volcanic well of Susan's rancid bowels, she passed out, her body slack. Susan laughed, releasing her face. Maria fell back to the grass, her soiled face shining in the sun.

"It's so hard to find good help these days," Susan sighed, walking inside for a shower, leaving Maria to nap and waken later to finish her job. "But so much fun to look..."



Mrs. O'Malley's Golden Juices Ch. 11



(AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is one in a series of stories about Susan O'Malley, a sexy older woman who loves to dominate men and women, young and old, with her golden showers. It contains scenes of extreme female domination and sex, pee-drinking, facesitting, farting, enforced cum eating and incest, so if you don't like that sort of thing, don't read on. If you do, and have enjoyed Susan's adventures before, enjoy this one!)

Susan O'Malley walked into her house after a long, sweaty run on a hot summer's day. She was ripe, soaked, reeking. And smiling. She loved the raw power of her funky scent, and had the urge to share it. She wondered what young Brett Hannigan was up to.

She'd dominated the handsome 19-year-old a little while ago, at the beach, catching him licking and sniffing a grassy spot behind a fence where she'd peed. Susan loved to dominate by pissing on her unwilling victims, and Brett proved worthy submissive fodder.

And later that day, so did Laura, 37, the boy's nervous mom who came to her house to confront her, but gradually fell willing prey to Susan's piss-loving ways. And days later, dominating them both at once, forcing them into sexual servitude of each other. 

*

It was good, very good. It always was for Susan. Who was always the dominant one.

And it was good even when the piss-tide turned, Susan discovered to her surprise and delight. Dawn Montrose had dropped by a few days after Susan dominated mother and son, a very sexy, dark-haired woman of 68, thickly built with shaggy chestnut-gray hair. Dawn was Laura's mom, Brett's grandmother, and that day completely dominated Susan, forcing her to submit to her own pissy domination, as well as slurping clean her ass and even eating her wet farts.

Never had Susan been controlled like that. And never would she suspect she'd have loved it as much as she had.

She thought about that day now, her hairy, rank pussy going wet at the memory, toddling to the bathroom to pee, and taking the opportunity to diddle her pussy as she sat, gushing a golden flow into the toilet, the pungent smell of it and her sweaty pussy wafting to her face.

The phone rang. She groaned, fishing it out of her pocket.

"Yes," she snapped.

"Dear woman, that's no way to talk to me," she heard a sultry female voice say. "After the time we had together, I would think you'd be more respectful than that."

Susan nearly came, her pussy moistening at the sound of that voice. It was Dawn Montrose. Her playful growling tone practically dripped with sex.

"I...I'm sorry Dawn..uh, I'm sorry, Mistress Dawn!" Susan quickly corrected, fingering her cunt more frantically as she submitted to her over the phone.

"Better, better," Dawn laughed darkly. "But today, dear girl, we can dispense with all that. Today, we are equals with a common task at hand."

"Uh...what's...what's that?" Susan said cautiously, lifting her fingers to her nose to smell before lapping her cream from them.

"I'm at my daughter's house, and Brett is here, and I feel I could use a little help with them," she sighed. "They're so weak, so pathetic, so vulnerable on their own, but together, my goodness, it boggles the mind. Would you please come over and help me...train them?"

"Oh my God, Dawn...uh, Mistress...."

"Dawn will suffice," she said politely. "For today anyway."

"Certainly Dawn, I'd be honored," Susan moaned, imagining the adventure that lay ahead.

"Oh, by the way, have you any asparagus?" Dawn asked.

Susan giggled. She always had asparagus. The vegetable was known for almost immediately turning a person's urine into a pungent, most foul-smelling liquid after ingestion. It was one of her favorite ways of inflicting more torment on her golden shower victims.

"I do, Dawn, I do," she laughed.

"Good," Dawn purred. "Eat some and do come by? We'll be out on the pool patio. It's such a hot day, a good day to sweat and do this sort of thing. Agreed?"

"Most definitely, my friend," Susan laughed.

She pulled her shorts up over her muscular old legs and raced to the kitchen, fishing out her asparagus from the 'fridge, crunching away. Inside her belly, the vegetable's sulfurous amino acids started to break down into a very smelly chemical component. She munched happily away, several stalks, knowing it would take 15 minutes or so to transform into a very special piss perfume.

She walked over to Dawn's, sweating even more on the humid day, feeling the urge to pee again. She got to the house, went inside the large kitchen and on the counter spotted a bowl. Of asparagus. And a note.

"Eat up, Susan, eat up!" it said. "And join the party outside!"

Susan laughed, crunching her way through a few more before taking the bowl in hand and walking through the dining area to the sliding doors leading to a spacious patio by the swimming pool.

Dawn was sitting comfortably in a chair, in the shade. Her meaty, muscular old legs were extended, into the sun. Where kneeling where Brett and Laura, stark naked, bodies gleaming with sweat and pink from overexposure.

"Darling, so nice of you to come," Dawn sighed, herself nibbling a stalk of asparagus.

She was naked as well, her full, firm body tanned and sweaty. Her doting grandson and daughter were bent over, furiously licking and sucking her feet, running their feverish tongues up and down the wrinkled old soles and lapping between the grimy thick toes.

"Today we share, Susan, please, have a seat, won't you?" Dawn said pleasantly, extending a hand to the seat beside her. "And for heaven's sake, get comfortable. Remove those hot clothes and relax!"

"Happy to, Dawn," Susan said brightly, stripping out of her soaking wet workout clothes and depositing them on the deck as she sat down.

"Oh, wring them out, please!" Dawn said, snapping her fingers. "Brett, get Mrs. O'Malley's soiled socks and panties!"

The boy dutifully obeyed, breaking away from the task of servicing his granny's succulent feet, and retrieving the items. He held them up to his grandmother, who nodded to Susan. She took them and Brett obediently lay on his back at her feet. Susan laughed, and started wringing out her socks, nasty drops of sweat falling into the boy's mouth, which he gamely swallowed down.

"You do sweat quite a bit, dear woman!" Dawn laughed. "I imagine the taste and smell must be frightful!"

"These are worse," Susan sighed, picking up her white panties, equally soaked with sweat and riper, yellow stains on the crotch panel. "Here you go, Brett, drink it alllll up!"

She twisted the garment in her hands and again, small, acrid drops of pussy and ass sweat dribbled into his gulping throat, his eyes closed shut against the humiliation, stench and taste. Laura looked frantically from the side, where she continued to suck her mom's nasty feet.

"Laura, clean the scent and fluid from Mrs. O'Malley's hands," Dawn said.

Laura knelt before the pretty old blonde, lapping the foul-smelling sweat from her hands, ingesting every drop, sucking her bony fingers clean, wincing at the task. Susan laughed, and then balled up her panties and socks, stuffing them into Laura's mouth, nearly choking her.

"Boy, my feet now, if you please," Susan sighed, kicking the young stud to his back, his stiff dick sticking straight up. "You love it, you disgusting little fucker, look at that cock! Hard as a rock from all this nonsense! You should be ashamed of yourself..."

Dawn and Susan laughed, turning slightly to face each other, locking lips and kissing romantically, tongues probing gently into each other's mouths. Brett continued to suck Susan's feet as the blonde plopped them onto his mouth, his lips locked on her gnarly, calloused heels, sucking the flesh, and then running his tongue up and down the wrinkled soles and between her toes, gobbling down the gritty grime and sock lint there.

"I think we need a little relief, baby, don't you?" Dawn cooed into Susan's neck, nuzzling and licking, making the blonde groan with pleasure. "Both of you, suck our cunts."

Brett knelt between his granny's chunky, dark thighs and attached his mouth to her soaked, hairy quim as Laura pulled Susan's panties and socks from her mouth, whimpering and bending her head between her mistress's lusty old thighs. Mother and son sucked long and hard, reaming the women's cunts, stabbing deep inside the rancid holes with their tongues and then lapping up and down the cheesy folds. The stench was overbearing and Brett nearly threw up as he feasted on Dawn's oily twat.

"You throw up in my pussy, boy, your MOM will eat it out of there!" Dawn snarled, slapping her huge thighs together on her grandson's face, scissoring him hard and making him cry out in pain. "Now make granny cum, boy, and bitch, you do the same to my friend!"

Both women sat back, thighs securely imprisoning their slaves' heads, mouths working frantically to bring them to orgasm, their faces gone blue in the scissoring grips of the old but powerful thighs. Susan groaned as Laura suckled her slimy clit, and squeezed harder and harder, while Dawn ground her cunt against her grandson's face, pulling it tight with one hand, using the other to roam over Susan's saggy old tits, twisting her nipples.

Both women came at the same time with little animal yelps of pleasure, locking their ankles and squeezing with renewed force, the pressure on their victims' skulls making Laura and Brett scream in agony. Susan and Dawn finally relaxed their savage grip after they came, loosely unlocking their powerful legs, their slaves' faces still at their pussies.

"Give 'em a little reward, baby," Dawn giggled.

Both women grunted and unleashed a scorching hot stream of piss into their slaves' mouths, powerful and pungent and reeking of asparagus. Laura and Brett gagged at the scent and flavor, gamely gulping down the torrents of urine rippling down their throats, the overflow gushing down their faces and soaking their torsos, bellies and crotches. Dawn finished first, as Susan continued to flood Laura's mouth with hot piss. The thick asparagus stink of it filled the air around all four of them and the slaves gagged at the bitter taste and scent.

"My, you certainly had to go, didn't you?" Dawn giggled, tweaking Susan's sagging titties, making the blonde moan.

"It's so hot out here, we're still sweating badly, Dawn," Susan said mischievously. "We may need some towels..."

Dawn smiled and laughed, pointing at the slaves still locked in their wrinkly old thighs.

"Laura, be a dear and lap up Mrs. O'Malley's perspiration, and Brett, do likewise to your granny," she sighed.

Thus began another layer of humiliation and torment for the mother-son slave team. Brett started at his grandmother's feet, Laura at Susan's, lapping the sweat from them, between the toes, then up their slick shins, suckling the calves and up to their luscious granny thighs, mouthing and moaning over the soft, wet meat. The sexy senior ladies laughed as their slaves worked, now directing them to lick sweat from their bellies, and under their sagging tit bags, where thick layers of perspiration lay waiting.

"It's pretty thick under there," Dawn sighed as Brett lifted his granny's heavy tits, revealing the slimy sweat congealed there. "Cheesy. Ripe. Nasty. Get eating, boy, what're you waiting for!"

Brett gulped and ran his tongue into the thick salty sweat gathered in the heat under his grandmother's huge tits, blanching at the taste but continuing. Susan sighed as Laura did the same to her, nearly choking on the layers of perspiration under her saggy white tits.

"They're doing quite well, I must say," Susan sighed, lifting her arms to let Laura bury her groaning wet face in each pit, slobbering the nasty, salty sweat from them as Brett did the same to his grandmother.

"I think Brett's doing a better job, though," Dawn growled. "And should be rewarded."

She shook her grandson's face from her pit and pointed to Laura.

"Darling, sit on your mother's face," she said. "She wants to suck the sweat from your asshole and those gorgeous boy balls of yours!"

"Mom...please...I mean, Mistress Mom!" Laura begged. "Too much...this is just..."

Dawn angrily slapped her daughter's face, a brutal blow, knocking the crying woman to her back. Dawn reached down and rammed four fingers into Laura's quivering cunt, easily burying them to the knuckles and reaming her hard.

"You filthy lying cunt!" she snarled, sloshing her hand in and out. "You're soaking wet and wide open! All this disgusting piss and sweat licking, it's gotten you excited hasn't it!"

"NOOOO!" Laura screamed, writhing against Dawn's plunging fist, which was now buried to the wrist in her splayed twat. "Mistress Mom! PLEASE NOOO!!"

"Well, it certainly has for Brett!" she laughed.

Brett stood, red faced, his long, gorgeous cock fully erect and dripping precum. He smiled sheepishly.

"Sit, Brett, sit," Dawn said, yanking her hand from her daughter's cunt and wiping the slime off on her face. "Get that tasty ass and those big balls sucked clean by your mother!"

He dutifully took his place, perched on his moaning mother's face, his long cock slapping wetly between Laura's tits as he settled his sweaty young hairless asshole on her mouth. She cried, but obeyed, lancing her son's asshole with her long tongue, tasting the bitter funk of his sweaty hole, spearing it deeper, sucking out the sweat from inside. Brett moaned and thrust his cock between his mother's sweat-slick titties, marveling at the velvety smoothness.

"His balls, don't forget those beautiful boy balls!" Dawn instructed as she and Susan continued to kiss and tweak each other's nipples while they watched.

Brett scooted back a bit, draping his cum-filled balls, smooth, hairless and huge, over his mother's mouth, smothering her with their fleshy fullness. Laura groaned and lapped, her long tongue exploring every wrinkle and crease of her son's massive nuts, opening her mouth wide to take one inside, washing it clean, her nose slipping easily inside his spit-soaked asshole.

She lavished one ball with oral attention before popping it out to clean the other. When she was done, Brett mischievously reached down, pried his mother's mouth open wider still, and stuffed both of his giant nuts inside, where Laura gagged at the fullness filling her mouth. She groaned, sucking hard, tongue working over every sweaty inch of her son's big balls, suckling and cleaning.

"Oh...oh, GOD!" Brett cried out, thrusting his big cock into his mother's tit embrace, feeling his orgasm sweep over him.

"Not yet!" Dawn laughed, reaching for his cock and squeezing the tip, staunching the flow but not before one massive ribbon of cream jetted from the head, lacing down between Laura's tits and smooth, sweaty belly.

"Sorry, Mistress, I couldn't..help it..." Brett groaned as Dawn continued to twist her hand around Brett's cock head, stopping his orgasm painfully.

"Well, you made the mess, boy," she sighed, letting his dick go and wiping her cummy fingers in his mouth. "Clean it. Suck that up and shoot it into your mother's worthless mouth!"

Brett obeyed, bending to slurp up the thick strand of steaming cum from his mother's belly and tits, sliding back to open his mouth and drip the thick load inside hers. She cried, swallowing it down.

"Good job," Dawn sighed. "Now you will be rewarded for being such a good young piss slave! Susan, darling, do sit on my stupid daughter's face and suck young Brett off, will you?"

"My pleasure, Dawn," Susan said brightly.

Laura watched in horror as Susan straddled her face, her thinnish thighs furrowed with sinew and muscle, and squatted down, devouring Laura's nose and mouth in her hairy cunt and foul-smelling asshole, smothering her. Laura groaned, skewering Susan's furry wet cunt with her tongue, and feeling the asshole pucker and contract around her nose, taking it deep inside, cringing at the funky raw scent of the unwashed, filthy orifice.

"C'mere, boy," Susan hissed.

Brett eagerly straddled his mother's body, his cock at Susan's mouth, and now she stroked it madly, cupping his hot, smooth nuts in one hand, sucking it down her throat and jerking the wet shaft up and down as she slurped it in and out of her wrinkled, mewing mouth. Brett groaned, feeling his orgasm build and swell in his anxious balls. Susan smiled at the thickening of his dick in her mouth, and felt her belly growl.

"Having trouble breathing, bitch?" Susan snarled, popping Brett's dick out of her mouth for a second, stroking it harder and faster, her forearm muscles and tendons dancing under the skin. "Here, have some air!"

She laughed, sucking Brett's dick back in her mouth and unleashing a nasty, wet, 10-second barrage of stinking farts directly up Laura's nose. The woman screamed in Susan's cunt as the foul-smelling air rocketed up her nose and down her throat, filling her lungs with the red-hot gush of wind.

"Oh God...Mistress Susan...oh SHIT!!" Brett cried out as he shot his load into Susan's sucking mouth.

It was a huge load, thick, lumpy and hot, and she gathered it all in her bulging cheeks, stroking him to completion and popping the thick head out with a loud slurping sound. She sat back, pulling her nasty asshole off Laura's nose, pinning her crying face between her knees. She smiled down at her and reached down to hold her mouth open.

Laura screamed in horror as Susan opened her mouth and let a thick river of Brett's hot spunk blob down inside it, a huge, creamy strand of cum that landed directly on Laura's tongue and slithered down her throat. Susan giggled and spit out the rest of it, and then clamped her pussy and thighs back over Laura's sputtering face.

"Swallow, bitch, swallow every drop of your son's delicious cum!" she laughed.

Laura had no choice but to gulp down the spunk in her mouth, and then desperately wiggled her head to try to breathe. But Susan's squatting thighs and ass were too much, and in seconds she passed out cold under her mistress.

"Nicely done!" Dawn laughed, kneeling on the deck now and motioning Susan to kneel beside her, both their magnificent saggy asses wiggling in the hot summer air.

Brett was ordered inside Susan's cheesy asshole, and the boy buried his face inside her wrinkled ass flesh, tonguing the rancid hole deep and wet. Laura came around, blinked herself awake and groaned as she saw her mom point to her, then her thick, meaty bum, and the hairy pucker inside. Both mother and son now feasted on their mistress's tangy assholes, Laura's face lost in the sweaty confines of her mother's thick, fleshy butt.

"Uh-oh!" Dawn laughed, arching her back and grunting. "Here it comes!"

She farted a crisp, wet fart inside her daughter's mouth as Susan giggled and did the same to her slave. Their mouths were open, tongues rimming hairy assholes with desperate thrusts, and the farts came loud and slow, with echoing sounds of hot air filling their mouths. Brett and Laura swallowed frantically, lapping deeper and with more urgency, both faces completely sealed in ass and unable to breathe fresh air, only the foul rumblings from both mistress's bowels.

"Now then, Brett, if you would," Dawn said, farting away Laura's face and jiggling her big butt at her grandson. "Fuck Mistress Granny's ass. Now."

"But Mistress," he said nervously. "I have to...I have to go...."

"What, pee?" Dawn laughed. "Perfect. You can fuck my ass, cum and THEN piss! Won't THAT make a lovely treat for your mother?"

"Oh, God, no, please, Mom...Mistress...please no, please!" Laura begged, her face shiny with her mother's ass oils, and her own tears.

"Susan, if you would?" Dawn said pleasantly.

Susan knocked Laura to her back, squatting over it, opening her pussy and unleashing a scorching hot torrent of piss right down the screaming woman's throat, gagging her. Susan laughed, squatted fully on that sputtering mouth, and pissed some more, Laura's eyes the only thing visible under her, and she gobbled down what she could of Susan's golden flow, the rest shooting up her gullet and streaming out of her nose.




Mrs. O'Malley's Golden Juices Ch. 11



Brett watched, transfixed, feeling his balls knot as he thrust his young cock harder and deeper into his grandmother's gripping asshole. He groaned, holding her fleshy hips, slamming in deep, holding himself still and unleashing a screaming hot load of spunk, his grandmother's ass walls clenching hard and milking him dry. He slumped forward on her sweaty back, panting, and tried to pull himself free. But Dawn clamped down on his cock, holding him inside her cum-filled ass.

"Piss, boy, piss up my ass, mix it with your cum!" she snarled.

Brett could only obey now, focusing on releasing his hot piss deep inside her churning bowels, feeling it fill her up, and the mix of cum and urine gush out around the base of his dick. He finished, and Dawn slipped forward, letting his wilting cock slide from the tight grip of her asshole.

"Drink up, bitch," Dawn snarled, moving Susan off her daughter's face and sitting on it, unleashing the foul brew of piss and cum from her asshole right into her moaning mouth. "Every fucking drop!"

Laura screamed and tried desperately not to throw up as she felt the cummy piss jet down her throat, swallowing madly to keep from drowning. But the taste, smell and texture, along with the brutal humiliation, was too much, and she gagged, and threw up part of it inside her mother's open ass.

"BITCH!" Dawn screamed. "I warned you!"

She lay flat on Laura now, pulling her head into her sweaty, nasty ass flesh and scissoring it into place with her huge, meaty thighs, clamping her ankles together and squeezing with a sudden savagery that made Susan wince just by watching. Dawn's thighs quivered and quaked from the brutal squeeze, Laura's trapped face quickly turning red and then blue, as Dawn farted out the rest of the foul mixture in her ass right into her daughter's mouth. Seconds later, the younger woman passed out cold in the quaking mass of thighs and ass, and still Dawn squeezed. Laura's body convulsed madly under her mother, then quieted, with Dawn still applying pressure until the body stilled. She let go, laughing, to stand up next to the astonished Susan, Brett kneeling over his mother, desperately trying to wake her up, fearful his grandmother had killed her.

"She'll be fine, give her a minute," Dawn sighed, hugging Susan and kissing her deeply.

"Wow, that was something, Dawn, you never cease to amaze me," Susan cooed, thrusting her tongue into Dawn's sucking mouth.

They made out for long, wet moments, their hands roaming over each other's bodies, until Laura finally woke up. Dawn looked down, and over at Brett who stood up, that young cock rock hard and ready again.

"Young men, gotta love 'em," Dawn sighed. "Boy, fuck your mother. Now. Go on."

Brett knelt between his mother's splayed thighs and he fit his dick to her pussy, ramming it home, Laura moaning at the sensation, her legs rocking from side to side as her son pounded away at her pussy. She cried, holding his head in her hands, shaking hers, begging with her eyes. Brett looked away, concentrating on the insane heat and velvety grip of his mother's cunt as he continued to pound away at her.

"They look so hot, they need to cool off a bit," Dawn laughed, straddling the humping mother and son and bidding Susan to do the same.

Both women stood over the copulating couple, face to face, kissing deeply and cupping each other's tits and asses as they unleashed a steaming hot torrent of piss, drenching over Brett's back, running under him and washing over his mother below. Dawn's piss enveloped the back of Brett's head, streaming down into his mouth and his mother's, and both swallowed desperately to keep from drowning in the never-ending flow.

"Oh, God, Mom...I'm so...so sorry...I can't help...oh fuck!" the boy screamed, nutting in his mom, his balls emptying, filling her with his jetting cum, until he finally went slack atop her. "I'm so sorry!"

"It's ok, Brett, it's ok," Laura said sympathetically, kissing his teary eyes.

"Oh, isn't that sweet!" Dawn laughed, then adding with a dark snarl, "Laura, sit on Brett's face, he needs to clean your disgusting pussy!"

Laura groaned and obeyed, Brett rolling to his back and his mother squatting on his upturned face, the flow instant and intense, as every drop of his seed gushed from her pussy and down his throat. She sat on it harder, grinding her hips slightly, consumed by fear and passion, loving the sensation of her son's tongue and mouth sucking his cum from her cunt, but consumed by guilt and shame over it. She cried as she came, pumping his face as she did.

Susan stood before the crying woman now, holding her face in her hands and ramming it into her hairy, stinky pussy, laughing as she forced out a brutally intense sudden flow of piss, jetting the golden flow into Laura's screaming mouth and clamping her snatch to it, forcing her to swallow, the rest of it gushing out of her lips and nose and sheeting down over her tits and belly to coat her son's sucking face at her pussy.

"Well now, that was a fun afternoon," Dawn laughed, draping her arm over Susan's shoulders. "You two, clean up the mess you made, then get inside and make dinner. We're going for a swim to cool off."

"That was fun, Dawn, really so much fun, I can't thank you enough," Susan said as the two older women clung to each other in the pool, kissing and fondling one another. "Honestly, I can't thank you enough, is there something I can do for you?"

"Oh, I'll think of something, my friend," Dawn laughed, licking down Susan's neck to suckle her thick brown nipples that bobbed at the water line as they embraced. "I always do..."



Mrs. O'Malley's Golden Juices Ch. 12



(AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is one in a series of stories about Susan O'Malley, a sexy older woman who loves to dominate men and women, young and old, with her golden showers. It contains scenes of extreme female domination and sex, pee-drinking, facesitting, farting, etc)



Susan O'Malley wasn't much of a church goer. Never, in fact, did she go to church, save for weddings and funerals. But many in her small upscale town did, taking advantage of the many faiths represented in such a tiny community. She found many to be hypocritical, touting the word of a higher being and then being total assholes in real life. Particularly, she'd found, the holier-than-though clergy at the head of most churches.

If she had to pinpoint her religious affiliation, or lack thereof, she'd be an atheist or agnostic, believing in nothing, really. Susan was a live-in-the-moment kind of gal, a 65-year-old, sexy silver-haired beauty who was more a hedonist than anything else.

Susan craved the physical, and not just fucking men or women; she dabbled on both sides of the sexual coin, but specifically in dominating sex, mostly enacted by her fondness for giving, and occasionally receiving, golden showers. Piss was the idol of her faith and she worshipped it often and fully. And made others do so at her whim. And their peril.

So it was a bit of a shock to Susan when her doorbell rang one afternoon after she'd been out playing tennis, honing her lean, muscular body this hot, humid afternoon, and there stood the Rev. Dr. Maria Pearson, a stout little woman of 68, thick and compact, with gray-streaked dark hair and dark skin. She was Indian, marrying an Englishmen who, Susan had heard, died several years ago.

The good reverend did not look happy as Susan opened the door in her short white tennis skirt, soaking wet polo shirt clinging to her sweaty torso, dirty white socks and equally grungy sneakers. She looked nervous and apprehensive as she stood. Susan smiled. The good reverend's defensive posture put Susan in an immediate dominant stance.

"Yes," Susan cooed politely. "Can I help you?"

"Yes, I'm, uh, Rev. Dr. Maria Pearson from the universalist church in town, and I'd like a word with you, Mrs. O'Malley," the reverend said, not looking directly into Susan's bright eyes. "It's Susan, isn't it? May I call you..."

"Mrs. O'Malley will be fine," Susan said with polite curtness, opening the door. "Right this way...Maria, darling."

The good reverend stopped on her way in, taken aback by Susan's air of control. She walked in, Susan noticing her thickness, the way she waddled when she walked. She took note of her perfect makeup and mousy but elegant dress with fashionable light scarf around her chubby neck, and her light-toned pantyhose.

And she wondered how it would all look soaked in her piss.

The good reverend entered the living room, sitting on a sofa, legs demurely together, purse on her thick lap. She started to speak.

"You're new in town, are you not?" Susan interrupted.

"Uh, yes, a few months now," Maria said.

"Splendid, always nice to have new blood in the community, a fresh outlook," Susan said, retrieving a glass of wine from her kitchen and sitting directly across from the reverend, crossing her muscular, tanned legs, the hem of her already short shorts riding high to reveal her succulent, meaty thighs. "Oh, would you like some?"

She swirled the glass. The good reverend shook her head.

"Now, dear," Susan intoned with chilly politeness. "What is it you want?"

"Well, I'm new, as I just said, but this being a small community...uh, do you go to...are you a member of any church in town, Susan?"

Susan smiled.

"Mrs. O'Malley, remember?" she corrected. "Dear woman, it's really none of your business if I am a member of any church, and as to first names, well, we don't know each other that well. Yet. Do we."

"But you just called me...."

"That's my prerogative, Maria," Susan continued. "You are clearly here because you want something. Now, about your...shall we say, mission here?"

"Well, this...this being a small town, things are....you hear things...I hear things," Maria continued more nervously than ever. "And these things...some about you, if I may be so bold, are....well, frankly they're disturbing."

Susan smiled more broadly. She had the little bitch right where she wanted her.

"Tell me, Maria," she hissed, leaning forward now on spread knees, nearly the full sweep of her thighs bared and just beyond the high-riding skirt hem, her hairy pussy barely contained by the sweaty white panties beneath.

Maria's eyes inadvertently darted to it and then away. Sweat broke out on her dark brow. Susan smiled wider still.

"Well...," Maria said, extremely nervous now and taking a deep breath before continuing. "I've heard things about you and some of the people in town. Young people, not to name names, but young people..."

"Kevin and Amy, would those be two of them?" Susan asked, startling the good reverend who gasped. "And Kevin's mom...and grandmother...and Amy's grandmother...shall I go on?"

Maria's jaw dropped.

"I am not at liberty to say...."

"Oh, Maria, fuck that!" Susan laughed, sitting back, legs spread widely now, unashamed, Maria looking nervously away and fidgeting in her seat. 

"Well, now, you just continue to anonymously decry my lifestyle if you wish, make accusations...well, they're actually pretty accurate, I must say. But that's fine. Everyone I've done.... things with, have been of legal age. And consenting, I think it's important to add."

"But...but...but," Maria stammered, leaning forward, eyes wide in disbelief.

"Yes, but but with two T's dear Maria," Susan giggled. "I get them to worship my butt, so sweet of you to remind me! And they love it!"

"You cannot...it's wrong, hugely immoral, it's...." Maria babbled, unable to look at Susan.

"It's MY way, bitch," Susan snarled, putting the wine glass down, and crossing her sexy legs again. "And you know what? I think, I just think it might be YOUR way, too!"

Maria's jaw dropped and now she stared at Susan in disbelief.

"Are...are you insane?" she finally stammered. 

"What...what are you implying, you mad woman? MY way? This...this perverse, this sick lifestyle of yours, this way you..you...you PEE on people and enslave them? MY way?"

She stood, fairly shaking as she did, clutching her purse to her thick middle.

"I can...I will go to the police, Mrs. O'Malley, I really will!"

"Oh, and tell them what," Susan said, standing up and slowly walking to the little woman a few inches shorter than her, hands on her hips in a cocky stance. "That I've had sex with consenting adults over 18? Who love it? And would rather not have the police know about their sexual proclivities, which include...sucking...my...PISS!"

She leaned closer to the stunned woman, smiling broadly.

"And for all you know, the chief of police might be one of my piss slaves!" she laughed.

Maria's eyes were huge, open, wide and staring up at the crazy lady before her.

"I....I must go, I can't deal with you, with this, never in all my years ministering to others, have I..."

"Well maybe, dear good reverend doctor," Susan hissed, suddenly slapping the purse from Maria's hands and quickly scooting the scarf she wore down over her shoulders to quickly and expertly tie her arms behind her, "maybe you SHOULD!"

Maria struggled to free her arms and was therefore unable to stop Susan, who now squeezed her face in her strong hands, tilted the disbelieving face up and with a grin, planted her lips directly onto hers. Maria screamed, or tried to, her voice swallowed up in Susan's open mouth attached to her own where to her horror, she found Susan's tongue as the dominant blonde shot it into the good reverend's mouth.

Maria fought to free herself, but she was too frightened and much weaker than this crazy old woman pinning her arms behind her and sucking on her tongue. She screamed again, a muffled scream, as Susan sucked her tongue so hard she feared it would be pulled out of her mouth and swallowed. 

Her eyes were shut against the invasion but now she opened them, tears running down her chubby cheeks, and looked right into Susan's. Which were wide open and possessed with fearsome determination.

Susan hugged the struggling Indian woman, holding her tight in her arms, feeling every thick inch of her tremble. She kissed her long and deep, chewing on her tongue, running her hands behind her and tying tighter the scarf, further immobilizing her. Smiling through her wet, deep kiss, she cupped the reverend's meaty ass, squeezing it in her fingers.

"Let's see now," she said, finally breaking the kiss and allowing the reverend to breathe again. "HA! Just as I thought!"

She'd run her hand up under the reverend's skirt and snaked it down under her pantyhose and panty to mash her fingers into the hairy pussy, finding it wet. Very wet.

"You little whore!" Susan laughed, now slicing her fingers, four of them, in and out of the reverend's sopping cunt, squishing sounds erupting from her crotch. "You DO like this! You DO love being dominated by another woman, don't you!"

"No...no please..." Maria begged, trying to back off Susan's hand and falling to the couch, where Susan followed, sitting next to her, continuing to forcefully finger fuck her pussy. "God, no, please!"

"You've been with women," Susan snarled, lapping playfully at the reverend's chubby face, nibbling her ear, chewing on the fat creases in her neck. "You've been with other women...."

"NOOOO!!!" the reverend screamed.

It had been a well-kept secret, of course. As a young woman teaching religion in college, she'd found herself in charge of many beautiful girls, late teens and early 20s, and it was in that time she found the side of her that liked the company, the sexual company of females. And not just having sex with them, but controlling them, dominating them, using her power and posture as an older adult, and a teacher to have her way.

She later married, and those sorts of things became less common. But not always. She'd had her times with struggling female members of her congregation, finding them supple, easy to bend to her will. And through it all, she justified her sexual Sapphic satisfactions, because she was ministering to them, helping them through hard times. Through it all, she had helped others, she reasoned. She was a healer, after all, a healer of souls.

She was doing God's work, she told herself. And doesn't God work in mysterious ways, she reasoned?

But she hadn't had a female dalliance in ages, years, 15, 20 or more. And now one was being forced upon her. Susan's fingers pounded in and out of her pussy, one that hadn't seen much of anything, save for her carefully hidden dildos and vibrators, for years, not even in the last, sad years of her marriage.

And to her horror, it felt good. She fought it, tried to stem the flow of juices from her pussy, but could not. Susan's educated fingers probed and thrust and twisted inside her in a way no one ever had. And it felt better than good.

"Oh...oh God...please, Sus...Mrs. O'Malley...please, God, oh please!!!"

"Please God oh PLEASE!" Susan mocked in a squeaky voice. "You're invoking his name quite a bit, like a true woman of the cloth! Now take it, bitch, take it because you love it and you're about to cum like you've never cum before!"

She was right, of course, no one had ever controlled her, fingered her, taken her like Susan was and she felt her orgasm building as the crazy lady mashed her mouth to hers, kissing her deep and wet, pounding her sawing fingers into her cunt and using her thumb to diddle her oily clit.

"Oh.......oh...OHHHHHH!!!!" she screamed.

And then it was gone. Susan's hand. Yanked out rudely, held before her, between her face and Susan's smiling one. She looked at it, then down. Susan had torn open her dress and dragged her pantyhose down to her ankles in the process of raping her cunt with her hand. She looked at her awkwardly spread thighs, fatter and far less shapely than Susan's, and the dripping chasm of her hirsute pussy.

She cried. The shame she now felt completely overwhelmed the fleeting pleasure Susan had given her.

"Ohhhh, too bad!" Susan laughed, holding that slimy hand up and rudely rubbing it all over Maria's sputtering face, ramming the fingers inside her mouth. "Clean up that mess, do a good job, and maybe, just MAYBE I'll let you cum!"

She couldn't help but obey, savoring the funky flavor of her cunt, never having tasted it before, relishing the thick gel-like quality of her pussy juices, sucking madly at Susan's fingers.

"Fucking cunt," Susan snarled. "I knew it, I just knew it!"

She roughly yanked off the sobbing, shamed woman's bra, stripping her naked. She untied her hands from behind her back and Maria slumped low on the couch, legs slack, tears streaming down her face.

"You're free to go, bitch," Susan said with a smile as she peeled off most of her own clothes to reveal the supple, firm body Maria could only wish she had. "But I don't think you want that, do you?"

Maria cried, shaking her head, trying to stand, but unable to. She was weak, beaten and captivated by this gorgeous older woman so completely controlling her. She gave a brief thought to escaping, gathering up her clothes, running out and home, praying hard and all night to cleanse herself of sin.

She couldn't move. She didn't want to.

Susan sat in a chair, smiling, spreading her muscular thighs. Her panty was white and staining the front was a large wet spot. She looked at it and giggled.

"Sometimes I can't help myself," she sighed, looking at her crotch and taking Maria's gaze with her. "Sometimes when I play tennis, I pee myself, just a little, just a touch, just enough to get wet. It is such a fucking turn on..."

Maria's eyes widened as she watched Susan grunt, bite her lip and ooze a little more piss into her white panty, the darkness spreading farther and wider, dewy drops forming on the outside.

"Oops!" Susan giggled. "See what I mean?"

She curled a finger at the stunned reverend. Maria slowly shook her head.

"No...please, for the love of God!" she cried, ashamed at uttering the name.

"Yes," Susan laughed, "But you got it wrong. For the love of Mrs. O'Malley, you WILL do it!"

Maria couldn't take her eyes off the growing moistness of the panty a few feet away and now found herself in an almost out-of-body experience. As if she were watching, she saw herself get to her knees, shuffle over slowly to Susan's gorgeous, spread legs. The flesh of the inner thighs was loose and slack, slightly wrinkled, deeply tanned, jiggling as Susan playfully wiggled her legs. She found herself etching every detail in her mind of what she was seeing, including the thick curly gray hair erupting from the sides of that soiled panty, the silky strands wet with golden juices.

She got closer and the stench of piss, ripe, raw and forbidden, swept over her. She felt her own cunt moisten as she inhaled.

"Put your filthy mouth right here, bitch," Susan smiled darkly, pointing to the spreading wet patch of piss. "And suck."

Maria balked. Susan leaned forward, cupping her face, opening her mouth – and spitting into it.

"Do it, cunt," she snarled, rubbing her spittle on the reverend's quivering lips. "You know you want to."

Maria nearly came the second her mouth found its target, open and wide, sucking desperately and pulling pure piss into her lips, running it over her tongue, hungry for the bitter taste. She swallowed, sucked hard, swallowed some more as Susan now smiled, groaning and grunting and forcing out a sudden steady stream of hot urine through her soaked panty and directly into the reverend's sucking, ravenous mouth.

"You dirty little piss-loving whore!" Susan laughed, watching and feeling the piss being sucked through her panty, the reverend eager and gulping and at the same time, crying between her legs.

She let her drink from her hot piss well a moment longer and then lazily pulled aside the panty, the sodden bush exploding into view and beneath it, her dark, thick lips and engorged nubbin. Maria's eyes widened.

"Suck pussy," Susan said plainly. "Do it."

"I...I..." Maria stammered.

Angrily, Susan stood up, grabbing Maria's thick brown nipples in her fingers and twisting brutally hard, making her scream as she was lifted to her feet. Susan pulled her to her, hands on her shoulders, face to face – and rammed a smooth, silky thigh up into her pussy, slamming it with savage fury. Over and over, she cunt busted the shrieking reverend before letting her go to slump to her knees before her. She cried and looked up at Susan, her face shiny with hot piss.

Susan grabbed the mousy hair, twisting her to a squatting position, bending her back and straddling her face. The coarse, piss-soaked fur of Susan's filthy pussy devoured Maria's mouth and nose as Susan bent her completely back, holding her parallel to the floor and imprisoning her skull in the meaty, silky grip of her rugged thighs. She crossed her feet, squeezing Maria brutally hard, the dark woman's face going blue in the sudden, savage crush of Susan's powerful headscissor hold.

"I said suck pussy, bitch," Susan snarled, looking down at the moaning face pressed tight in her muscular old thighs. "Or I swear to your god, I will crack your fucking skull in my legs!"

Maria cried and licked, spearing the matted, filthy fur with her trembling tongue, feeling it pulled into Susan's silky cunt hole, tasting the funk of her piss and sweat. She reamed it in and out, faster and faster, each pull met with a new, tangy flavor that she had to swallow down. 

Susan's hot pussy was gushing moisture now, thick and aromatic, and it slithered down the reverend's gulping throat.

"That's it, that's it, bitch, that's it," Susan laughed, cupping the reverend's head in her hands and pulling the face to her quim impossibly tight, smothering her and grinding her clit on the nose, drenching her. "Smelllll that pussy, baby, smell that unholy, ripe, cheesy cunt!!"

She laughed a throaty, dark laugh as she came, long and hard, Maria bent so far back now she feared her spine would snap, Susan's tremendous thighs quivering as they scissored harder and more painfully. She swallowed and licked and swallowed more as Susan's gushing cunt streamed her thick woman cream down the reverend's gulping throat.

By the time she was done, Susan had nearly cracked Maria's neck and broken her jaws in her orgasmic squeezing.

"This is why you came, isn't it, dearie?" Susan said sweetly, relaxing the grip of her thighs, letting the reverend gasp for air, her eyes streaming tears, her face thick with cum. "Admit it. Go on, admit it..."

"No...no please..I didn't come for...it just...oh, God, please, please, oh God..." she babbled.

"Shh....shhhhh..." Susan hushed, stroking Maria's wet hair, clearing the piss-soaked strands from her forehead. "Shhhh..."

She held her face in place, relocking her thighs, squeezing and positioning Maria's mouth at her pee slit, unleashing a sudden, savage flow of piss that nearly drowned the reverend. Maria tried to scream but her open mouth was instantly filled with steaming hot, stinking urine. Susan grunted, forcing out more, glaring down at the woman trapped in her relentlessly squeezing thighs.

"Don't miss a drop and get any on my rug, bitch," she laughed sweetly. "Or I'll have to punish you!"

She finally stopped pissing, letting her legs relax, Maria slipping to her back on the floor in a wet, moaning heap of humiliation. Her naked torso, and face, was covered with piss. Susan knelt, lapping it into her mouth and shooting every drop into Maria's, ramming her tongue inside to force the stinging urine down her throat.




Mrs. O'Malley's Golden Juices Ch. 12



"There you are," she laughed. "Nice and clean! For now anyway..."

She got the sobbing woman to her knees, moving her to the kitchen, bending her over the island there, kicking her fat legs apart. She kneeled and spread Maria's thick white cheeks and without warning, speared her asshole with three fingers. Maria screamed and clamped down on Susan's probing fingers, but the blonde was relentless, sawing them in and out faster and harder, and adding a fourth until nearly her whole hand was embedded in Maria's quivering rump.

"Jesus Christ, girl, you got one loose asshole!" Susan laughed, forcing her hand deeper into the reverend's thick butt, reaming her harder and faster, her fingers slick with Maria's pussy juices that had leaked there and her own ass juices. "Tell me you haven't gotten fucked in the ass before, or have some pretty big dildos you cram in there! That it, girlfriend? You fuck your fat ass with big fake cocks?"

"No...no...YES YES, YES OK YES!!" the reverend heard herself bellow.

Suddenly her ass was void of fingers as Susan pulled hers out. She stood, leaning over the trembling reverend, and wiped her shitty fingers all over her face, rubbing her scent up her nose, and then ramming her soiled digits into her mouth. Which the reverend frantically sucked clean, fellating them like a bunch of small cocks.

"Happens every time," Susan sighed.

The reverend found herself spun around, sitting up on the counter, Susan pulling up a stool and burying her sucking face into the hairy, wet cunt before her. Maria could only groan with pleasure, looking down into the vee of her fat thighs, marveling at the blonde's skill, that lizard-like tongue flashing over her clit with blinding speed and sexy accuracy.

No one had ever eaten her pussy like that before, no man, no woman. And she came almost as soon as she felt Susan's tongue dribble her thick, oily clit, screaming in pleasure, holding her legs up and open, her back resting on the cool granite counter top, her mouth open in a guttural scream.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GODDDDDDDDDDDDD!!" she roared as Susan lapped furiously away at the soggy bush.

Her entire body shook from the intensity of her orgasm, thighs quivering, boobs trembling, her ass lifting off the counter to meet Susan's thrusting tongue. She finally quieted and relaxed, her thick body gone slack on the counter, her mind fogged in a post-orgasmic shroud. She felt herself lifted roughly from the counter, Susan grabbing her hair and forcing her to her feet.

"Don't get too comfy yet, bitch," she snarled, thrusting a thigh into her cunt again in a vicious kick that brought stars to Maria's eyes. "We're not done yet."

Susan dragged the sobbing reverend by the hair to her bedroom's bathroom, and tossed her inside the huge tiled, glass-walled shower, throwing her on the floor. She turned on the shower's steamer, slowly filling the chamber with hot, humid moisture, smiling as the reverend groaned on the floor. Susan stripped, slowly, tossing her clothes out into the bathroom, closing the door and turning to the reverend.

"Smell my feet, honey," Susan said, sitting on the small bench near the shower head, pulling her feet up to rest on it, her thighs spread, her meaty cunt wet and open between them. "I've had a long, long day and they smell just dreadful."

Maria had, in her younger days, forced other women to do this, but never had it been done to her. But she knew, she remembered how good it felt and now she leaned to Susan's feet, the bony, gnarled toes wiggling and pumping up and down, the long tendons in her instep dancing under the sweaty skin. She put her nose to those toes and inhaled, blanching at the fetid stench of them, a ripe, cheesy vinegary smell that scorched its way into her soul.

She loved it. She pressed her nose between the toes now, filling her lungs with Susan's rotten-foot stench. Over and over and over, devouring the aroma like a deep, rich aphrodisiac.

"Now lick, bitch," Susan snarled.

She licked each toe, slowly and long, sucking on them, her tongue washing in between the grimy digits, relishing the flavor, the grit, the essence of Susan's dominating feet. Susan watched, smiling, as her newest slave feasted at the temple of her filthy feet. She leaned over and slipped her hand between the reverend's ass cheeks, down into her pussy. Maria moaned as Susan fingered her slimy slit.

"You're enjoying this far too much, bitch," Susan suddenly snarled. "We'll put an end to that!"

Maria found herself kicked to her back, Susan rudely jumping off the bench in the thick steam of the shower, and landing on her upturned face. Maria screamed and it was instantly muffled in the savage smother of Susan's ass, the blonde's succulent white ass meat folding around the mouth, cutting off her air. Susan's hair-ringed asshole widened and sucked at Maria's nose, taking it in, clamping it shut. Maria fought for air, unable to find any, under Susan's relentless, smelly facesitting smother.

"Uh-oh!" Susan giggled, wiggling her meaty rump harder on Maria's face, burying it deeper inside the hammy clamp of it. "Here comes those burritos I had for lunch!"

Up until now, including being smothered in Susan's fetid ass, Maria was, through the foggy cloud of her mind, enjoying herself, given into her dominant mistress's perverse control. But now as she felt Susan's rectal ring flutter and quiver, she quickly changed her mind, fighting to get lose before the inevitable happened.

But Susan was too strong, too determined and with a deep grunting growl, unleashed a barrage of farts directly into and up Maria's trapped nose. The stench was overpowering, blinding, and Maria screamed into the cunt smothering her face.

"Good, good, good, good vibrations!" Susan sang, laughing, quivering her meaty ass harder on 

Maria's screaming face, farting louder and harder and smellier. "Keep screaming, bitch, that feels SO fuckin good!"

Maria tried willing herself to pass out but could not, and the farts, wet and rancid, continued to ripple like aromatic thunder from Susan's encompassing ass, brutally searing into her nasal passages and down her throat, a thick, shitty, rotten-egg scent that made her feel like throwing up. She endured it for a moment longer until the farts waned, warbling out in a sibilant ooze. Susan finally dismounted the face and turned to laugh.

"Oh my, don't that make your brown skin browner!" she sang, laughing hysterically and pointing at Maria's shit-streaked face. "Well, let's clean you up."

She did, squatting over the face and directing a fire-hose strong stream of searing piss all over Maria's head, drenching her nose and mouth, washing away the sticky remains of her farts. Maria cried, body wracked with sobs, mouth open and swallowing the bitter flow of Susan's relentless piss flow.

"Wow, you drank a LOT of my piss, girl," Susan sighed, laying on the floor of the shower, her body drenched in sweat from the hot steam. "Here you go, have your turn. I insist. Now."

Maria stopped sobbing long enough to nod, knowing what Susan wanted. She tried to register the sickness of the deed she was about to do, but ignored it as she stood, straddling Susan's body, spreading her thick thighs, fingering her cunt lips open and letting fly a long, yellow, hot stream of her own piss. Susan screamed in pleasure, fingering her slit, triggering a quick, intense orgasm as she felt Maria's hot pee sheet over her body, soaking her feet to head, her body drenched in the good reverend's righteous piss.

"There now," Susan sighed, looking up at the reverend's open cunt. "Here's your reward."

Maria had taken many dildos up her snatch in her years, but nothing like this. Susan curled her fingers, slicing them into her cunt as she lay on her back, the reverend over her. The thumb tucked into her palm and she pushed in, penetrating the tight vaginal ring, and popping inside with a sucking wet sound. Maria screamed, and she wasn't sure now, as she looked down in disbelief at Susan's hand invade her pussy to the wrist, that it was entirely a scream of pain.

Susan laughed, leaning up on her free hand to force the other deeper and harder into Maria's yielding cunt, the muscles going slack and then gripping the invading hand harder, milking it, sucking it in. Even Susan couldn't believe how easily Maria's pussy accepted her thrusting fist, and she pushed harder, slowly watching it go deeper until she was inside the reverend's cunt up to the middle of her forearm.

With delicious intensity and precision, and a smirk on her pretty face, Susan twisted her hand and arm, grinding it inside her, filling her womb now as she slipped in elbow deep.

"A first," Susan marveled, looking at the arm disappearing up Maria's cunt, the reverend's eyes open wide in disbelief, her mouth open in a silent scream of pain, pleasure and shame. "Never got a bitch this deep before!"

She worked it harder, faster, triggering a series of orgasms in the convulsing reverend who could barely stand on her shaky feet. Finally, she pulled out and stood, holding up the cunt-smeared arm to the woman who made the mess. Maria, crying and frantic, lapped furiously at the arm, cleansing it of her juices.

"You're a pathetic hypocrite, you know that, Rev. baby?" Susan snarled, watching her desperately lick her arm clean. "You fuck yourself with dildos and you probably have fucked girls, too, haven't you? Haven't you?"

Maria's eyes widened as she continued to lap Susan's slimy arm. Susan smiled.

"Lie down," she snarled. "It's confession time."

She straddled the face, knees on either side of Maria's head, the eyes looking straight up into the hairy cunt inches above her. Susan wriggled down, spreading her legs, the soaked pubic hairs tickling Maria's nose, her piss slit achingly close to her open mouth, which puckered like a baby bird's awaiting food.

"Confess," Susan hissed. "Confess to me sinner, and you will be rewarded. Confess. To. Me."

She let out the tiniest sprinkle of piss that splashed into Maria's mouth. The reverend moaned, grinding her meaty thighs together, squeezing her clit, aching for more. Her tongue stretched out, seeking Susan's pussy. Susan laughed, pulling away slightly, staunching the tiny flow.

"Confess," she said. "Confess about other women."

And Maria did, sobbing, the cleansing of her soul too much to bear, screaming out her confession. She told Susan of the young women she'd had, the young women she'd dominated, the young women she swore she was helping. For a full five, blubbering minutes, Maria confessed, all of it. She never had before. When she was done, she looked up over Susan's hairy pussy, over her tits and into her smiling face.

"Please...please...please..." she begged.

"Confession, dear reverend," Susan laughed, unleashing a torrent of piss harder than any she'd done before this day, "is so good for the soul!"

She laughed a harsh, lingering, maniacal laugh as she planted her gushing cunt on the reverend's face and jetted a monster flow of red-hot piss right down her throat. The reverend swallowed as best she could, but it was too much, and now it shot out of her nose as she gulped down Susan's golden juices, feeling as if she would drown in the never-ending flow.

Susan came, as she always did at times like this, but harder, more furiously than usual, pushing down, grinding hard on the face pinched in her pussy. She clenched her meaty wet thighs around the reverend's moaning face, completely cutting off her air. She came, her cunt juices mixing with piss, thickening the juice, clogging the reverend's throat, and by the time she was done, the thrashing body pinned beneath her had gone quiet. Susan had smothered her to sleep and continued to flood her face with piss.

Panting, she finally stood, her cunt popping free from Maria's face with a sucking wet sound. She straddled the face and let the last golden drops fall onto it. Maria sputtered awake at last, blinking up at her mistress above her.

"Please," Maria begged. "Please..don't tell...anyone..."

"Oh, I won't, I won't," Susan smiled, lifting the woman up to kiss her long, deep and wet, guiding her out of the shower and handing her a towel. "Now get dressed."

"May..may I shower? Please?"

"No," Susan snarled. "You may not. Not now. Not tonight. You will go to your lonely bed, you will fuck yourself blind with your toys, and you will do that caked with me. Tomorrow, you may shower. Tonight, you may not."

Maria nodded, slowly walking to the living room to pull on her clothes, reeking of piss, before the gaze of Susan, who stood, watching, naked, arms folded over her ample bosom.

"I won't tell," Susan finally said, escorting the reverend to the door. "But from now on, in this town anyway, it's me and you. And only me FOR you. Is that understood?"

Maria nodded.

"And whomever else, I choose," Susan added, pinching Maria's face and attaching her mouth to hers for a quick tongue kiss. "Now go."

She watched the reverend toddle out of her door and down the steps.

"Oh and reverend?"

Maria turned.

"See ya in church Sunday," Susan smiled. "I'll be in the front row. Watching. And by the time service is over, I will need to pee. Got it?"

Maria smiled weakly, turned and walked away. Counting the minutes until Sunday.



Mrs. O'Malley's Golden Juices Ch. 13



Susan O'Malley hadn't been to a football game in years. But she was at one now, the local high school variety, stopping by to see the grandson of one of her close friends.

And that someone was Brett Hannigan. A young man she'd dominated with her piss, her pussy, her asshole, one day at the beach. Which later turned to doing the same with the boy's mother. The grandmother soon joined the pissy mix, all of which made Susan a very happy woman.

Susan bought a hot chocolate at the concession stand near the gate and walked to the far end of the high school bleachers, away from most of the crowd, wearing a mid-thigh tweed skirt, heavy sweater and tight tan leggings on this chilly fall day. As she approached, she couldn't help but notice a gorgeous high school girl with long red hair, milky white face dotted by sexy freckles, wearing a sweater, short jean skirt and dark red knee socks that hugged her muscular young calves.

Susan licked her lips. She liked what she saw and immediately started plotting the girl's domination.

She stood next to the girl, smiling, offering a quick hello, engaging in small talk.

"Oh, I'm Susan by the way, Susan O'Malley," Susan said, shaking the gorgeous redhead's hand.

"Kim O'Hara," the redhead smiled, a very friendly girl. "I go to school here."

"Oh, you must be a senior then, you're what, 17, 18?" Susan asked, eager for the answer to be the latter.

"Yeah, 18, just turned a few weeks ago," Kim said, stamping one foot then the other to keep warm, Susan's eyes drawn to the quivering white thighs as she did.

"Happy birthday, Kim," Susan smiled. "You are certainly a pretty young thing..."

The girl blushed, looking away then out to the field where the slam-bang of helmets and pads was heard, followed by cheers from various parts of the crowd supporting each team.

"Do you...are you here to see someone play, your son maybe?" Kim asked.

"Aren't you a darling!" Susan laughed, touching the girl's forearm, feeling her tense up. "Son? No, not a son. Grandson if anything...honey, I'm 65!"

Kim's eyes widened, mouth open.

"You are not!" she said earnestly. "Mrs. O'Malley, you sure don't look 65..I mean you're so..well, you're so pretty for..."

"An old lady?" Susan laughed. "Well, thanks!"

"No, no, not old, I'm sorry," Kim said, embarrassed. "It's just..."

"Flattering is what it is, sweet thing, flattering," Susan sighed, squeezing that forearm harder and leaning into Kim's pretty freckled face. "Thank you, honey child, that makes this old woman feel sexy!"

"It...it does?" Kim said softly, looking at Susan's pretty eyes and wrinkled skin, admiring her ageless beauty.

"Yup, sexy," Susan said in a low hiss.

"Uh...who are you here to watch play then?" Kim asked.

"Friend of mine's grandson, maybe you know him," Susan said. "Brett Hannigan?"

Kim's eyes brightened and she fairly squealed, "Get OUT! He's my boyfriend! Well, we've dated a few times and it's getting...well, you know."

Susan looked at Kim and smiled.

"Oh, I know, I know, believe me," she laughed. "He's a fine young man...you're lucky to have one another."

"Yeah," Kim said, grinning.

They chatted for a few more minutes as the game progressed, when the urge to pee hit Susan. She loved that precise moment, when the need to piss made her pussy feel electric, alive. Looking at Kim made it even more so.

"Darn it, I gotta go to the pottie," she said, twirling her nearly empty hot chocolate cup. "Stuff goes right through me!"

"Oh, the portable toilets are down there," Kim said helpfully, pointing to the gate area.

"So far away," Susan moaned, shifting from foot to foot, exaggerating the need for the girl's benefit who seemed to watch more attentively. "Maybe...back there?"

She and Kim looked beneath the bleachers, behind which was a thick growth of trees.

"Oh, sure, that would work," Kim giggled. "I was just thinking...well, a pretty woman like you...so classy and all, maybe that wouldn't be fitting, you know?"

Susan turned and smiled at Kim, putting her cup on the ground and holding the young woman's slender shoulders.

"You say the sweetest things, darlin'," Susan said, leaning in for a quick hug, whispering into Kim's ear through the silky red hair. "Thanks for making me feel sexy again..."

Kim trembled. Susan noticed.

"Be right back, cutie," she finally said, breaking the hug and trotting off under the bleachers.

She found a spot not too far in, hidden from the people in the bleachers -- and in direct line with the spot on which Kim stood. Susan wriggled down her leggings, hiking up her skirt and pulling aside her tiny white thong, squatting. She looked Kim's way, not wanting to be obvious, as she forked her fingers into her hairy pussy, spreading the meaty lips.

Her pussy soaked, even before she peed, that glorious warmth of urgency flooding her loins, her clit poking out, slick, eager and ready. She grunted and let it flow, a thick, yellow stream of piss splashing out over her fingers and into the leaf-covered forest floor. Peripherally, she saw Kim standing there and at the height of her forceful flow, turned her head.

To look right into the eyes staring at the piss jetting from between her squatting, sexy old thighs.

"My, my, my," Susan groaned, scissoring her clit with her fingers soaked with piss. "I'm so glad I decided to take in this football game...."

Kim's eyes were riveted on Susan's gushing crotch, so much so she didn't notice she was busted. Until her eyes wandered up and into Susan's. The squatting sexy old woman flashed a sly smile, and she waved to Kim with her piss-glistening fingers.

Kim's eyes shot open wide and she quickly turned away, face flushed crimson from embarrassment. Susan laughed, finished her piss and lapped her fingers clean as she straightened up and walked back to the game.

Kim said nothing, just hugged her chest with crossed arms, pretending to watch the game, her creamy white face still red. Susan walked up to her, stood at her side and hooked her arm into Kim's, making the girl jump.

But she didn't pull away.

"It's OK, honey, don't be embarrassed," Susan said calmly.

"Oh my GOD, Mrs. O'Malley, I'm so sorry!" Kim said in a hoarse whisper. "I was just seeing if....if you were...you were OK....and I...I didn't mean..."

"Didn't you though?" Susan growled in a tone decidedly more dominant than before. "Kim, you watched me piss, and you didn't look away. You liked what you saw."

It wasn't a question.

Kim's face was deep red by now as she looked down at the ground.

"No..I just...it's...I mean..."

"You liked what you saw," Susan insisted. "You liked watching me. Piss."

A pause. Kim's eyes were closed, lips tight as she slowly nodded. Susan smiled.

"Of course you did, girl," Susan snarled in a sexy whisper. "They all do..."

She let the silence thicken before speaking again, her arm tightening around Kim's as they stood.

"You like girls AND boys, isn't that special?" she hissed. "You DO like girls, correct?"

Kim nodded again, biting her lip, now slowly turning to face Susan's smiling face.

"Old girls, too," Susan said. "That is the sexiest thing of all."

She leaned close to Kim's face, wanting to kiss her and stab her mouth with her tongue, wanting to pull the face to her pussy and drink her piss fresh from the source. But there was that bleacher full of people.

"And you like piss," she said, lips tantalizingly close to Kim's.

"No...I mean...I never....." she groaned.

Susan smiled, her cunt going wetter by the second. Especially as she thought of dominating Brett and his mom and how nicely young Kim would fit into the flow of things.

She raised a hand to Kim's face, wiggling her fingers, which still shone a bit with her urine. She pushed them to her nose and wiped. Kim's body shivered, eyes rolling over white, as she sniffed them, licking her upper lip upon which lay a moist droplet of Susan's pee.

"Gotta pee again, girl, you wait here," Susan said darkly, leaning to pick up her empty cup and walking away.

She smiled entering the woods again, peeling down those leggings, hiding now behind a tree, knowing it was driving Kim mad not to see. Moments later, she returned. And handed Kim the cup.

"Oh my GOD!" Kim groaned, feeling the heat of the liquid inside, looking at it, bright yellow with a hint of dark from mixing with the remnants of the hot chocolate.

"Drink up, sweetheart," Susan ordered her. "It's good for you."

With trembling hand, Kim lifted the cup to her lips, overcome by the heady funky smell of hot piss and slight tinge of chocolate. She looked at Susan, the silver-haired beauty's smile slight and insistent.

Kim's pussy throbbed and moistened the second the first hot sting of piss touched her lips, and she came, standing, thighs quivering against each other as she swallowed, gulping greedily, going back for me, relishing the thick pungency of the older woman's hot piss and the slight sweetness of residual chocolate. She drained the cup, eyes fluttering, dropping her hand and licking her lips furiously.

Susan smiled, taking the cup from Kim's hand, smelling it, licking the rim, eyes locked on the wide open ones before her.

"Nice and tasty isn't it," she growled.

Kim nodded quickly.

"I think the game's about over," Susan said. "Time for us to go."

"But Brett...I'm supposed to meet him after..."

"Ah yes, Brett, lovely boy he is," Susan laughed softly. "Text him."

"Text him...what?" Kim whispered.

"That you'll meet him at Mrs. O'Malley's house later," Susan said. "Do it."

Kim fished out her cell phone, punching in the text as instructed.

"He won't get it until he gets back to the locker room later," Susan said. "Perfect timing."

"For...what?"

Susan smiled, turning to walk.

"Follow me and find out," she snarled. "Now."

They walked in front of the bleachers, no one taking notice, all caught up in the game that was nearing its end. At the front gate, Kim stopped by the port-a-john.

"I...I have to go, Mrs. O'Malley," she said uncertainly.

"Of course you do," Susan smiled. "But not there."

She looked around to ensure their privacy and quickly whisked the young nervous woman behind the port-a-johns and behind a small out building, pushing her up against the wall and pressing up against her. Kim was shocked by the dominant woman's actions and did nothing to resist as Susan mashed her lips to hers, ramming her long proficient tongue inside for a sweeping, wet kiss. She ran her hand down Kim's skirt front, fingering her soaking wet and clean-shaven cunt before breaking away and stepping back.

"Piss," she growled, hands on hips.

Kim's bright green eyes widened, mouth open in disbelief.

"What?" she asked, astonished. "Right here, on the ground?"

"No, bitch," Susan barked dominantly. "Piss right where you are. In your pretty pink panties. I won't say it again, now fucking DO IT!"

Kim gulped, slowly nodding. Her eyes were locked onto Susan's as she focused, concentrating, feeling the first dribble soak her thong and then gush out, unstoppable and hot. The piss soaked her panty and unable to stream straight out, washed out and down her trembling white thighs, a thick gleaming yellow sheet of piss, over her knees, and soaking her red knee socks down to her red and white sneakers.

And she came doing it. Her thighs quivered as she did, her eyes fluttering in their sockets. Susan smiled as Kim's orgasm abated, her eyes drawing Kim's down.

The redhead gasped. Susan peed at the same time, and now her tight tan leggings were dripping wet, steaming hot with her piss, the ankles bared at the bottom of the leggings white and gleaming with urine, her black pumps soaked.

"When a girl's gotta go," Susan growled, advancing on the trembling teen and kissing her deeply. "A girl's gotta go!"

Susan broke the kiss, walking away, the nervous redhead following, walking in a wide-legged gait, uncomfortably and awkwardly.

"I have to...get home...change..." she said.

"No, you don't, cunt," Susan snarled over her shoulder, feeling Kim's eyes on the backs of her legs, watching them flex under the piss-soaked leggings.

She walked to her SUV, opening the back door, looking around to make sure no one was watching. She motioned Kim inside and got in, shutting the door.

"We haven't much time to clean up, game's almost over," Susan growled, leaning back against her door, legs spread, her wet tweed skirt hiked up. "Get to work. Sucking my piss!"

"Oh my God," Kim groaned.

Susan impatiently reached for the head with one hand, pulling it to the dripping crotch of her tight leggings, latching her old but very powerful thighs around Kim's skull, locking up and squeezing. Kim screamed in pain, then groaned with pleasure as she sucked the fabric over Susan's cunt, feeling the heat and smelling the smell of her piss-soaked pussy. She went wild on the material, sucking hard, drawing out the piss into her mouth, swallowing, going back for more. Susan groaned, grinding her wet cunt into the redhead's adoring mouth, gyrating her hips and squeezing hard with her thighs until Kim moaned in pain.

"Yeah..just like that, bitch...gonna fucking CUM!" Susan howled.

"Please, Mrs. O'Malley, stop squeezing!" Kim groaned in the pissy crotch, palming the amazingly muscular old thighs scissoring her in place.

Susan came, quickly, copiously, flooding the crotch of her leggings and gushing the thick juices through it into Kim's gulping mouth, feet locked together, thighs crushing. She came hard and fast and felt the redhead's hands fall away from her gripping thighs, body gone slack. Susan smiled as she came down from her orgasmic high, relaxing her lethal legs until Kim snorted back awake.

"Have a drink, bitch," Susan growled.

Kim moaned, feeling the hot piss soak the fabric anew as Susan peed through her leggings, soaking them and Kim's face. The redhead sucked and swallowed every drop through the dripping wet fabric.

Susan finally released her head, sitting up and pulling her face to hers, lashing it with her tongue, furiously lapping the piss off her lips, chin and cheeks and kissing her with it. Kim was putty in her hands, moaning, completely subservient to the dominant older woman.

"My turn," Susan giggled.

She sat Kim back, spreading her meaty white, wet thighs, diving in between, turning her head to the side to suck the soaking wet knee socks clinging to Kim's luscious calves, groaning as she slurped the piss from them. She ran her tongue up over the gorgeous wet thighs, slurping madly, devouring every drop.

Outside they heard the crowd filter by the car, adding another layer of sexy forbidding to the sloppy tryst. Kim moaned loudly as Susan lapped her way to the pink thong, sucking the wet fabric, swallowing every drop of hot piss she sucked from it and then quickly tonguing Kim's engorged clit. The piss-stinking teen girl shuddered, mouth open in a silent scream and came against the older woman's proficient mouth, soaking the panty with her hot girly cream. Susan sucked harder and faster, slipping a finger under the panty to drive deep into the velvety cunt, adding to the intensity of Kim's thundering orgasm.

Susan finally stopped, pulling Kim's face to hers, holding the piss-and-cum soaked finger between them, both inhaling the funky vapors and lapping it clean. They joined lips around it and then the hand fell away as the two women separated by 47 years kissed like long-lost lovers, tongue wrestling tongue in their moaning mouths.

"Well now," Susan hissed, biting Kim's lip and sucking it into her mouth. "That was interesting."

They straightened themselves out, slipping into the front seat, Susan driving away. Kim was silent, trying to absorb all that happened. And wondering what would.

They pulled up to Susan's house and walked inside, Kim following her new mistress like an obedient puppy. Susan turned, putting her hands around the young face, pulling down. Kim nodded, kneeling before the silver-haired woman, licking her lips as Susan shucked her soaking leggings and thong beneath, spreading her thighs as she leaned back on the counter. Her silvery bush was matted with piss and cum, her clit peeking out from the furry wetness.

The thighs closed around the moaning face and the second Susan's piss started to flow into the gulping mouth, Kim's phone chimed. Susan looked down at the thigh-trapped redhead gulping her hot pee and put her hand out.

"Phone," she growled.

Kim obeyed, handing it to her as she groaned, lapping Susan's insistent cunt, swallowing piss and sucking that greasy clit into her mouth.

"It's Brett," Susan smiled. "He wants to know what's going on."

Kim's eyes widened in fear and uncertainty -- but she never stopped drinking Susan's flowing piss and lapping at her hairy twat. Susan smiled.

"Brett, this is Mrs. O'Malley," Susan typed into Kim's phone, reading the words aloud to the slave scissored in her meaty wet thighs. "Come over right now. There's something we need to talk about. The three of us."

She put the phone down, leaning back on the counter, hand cupping the back of Kim's groaning head.

"My dear, there's something you need to know about your boyfriend," Susan hissed. "And his mother...and his grandmother...."

Kim's eyes widened from between the thighs surrounding her face.

"One day at the beach," Susan began, "I ran into your Brett....."

Along with Susan's cum and jetting piss, Kim drank in every word. And couldn't wait for Brett to arrive.



Mrs. O'Malley's Golden Juices Ch. 14



(Please be advised that this is a very nasty story, with an older woman dominating a younger man, with scenes of golden showers, farting and creampie eating. Some like this genre, some don't, but there you have the caveat before reading. Thank you)



Susan O'Malley was pissed.

 She'd been puttering around the house, and had changed into her running clothes for a quick jog on this humid morning, and had darted upstairs to take a quick leak. After she did, she flushed the toilet. And nothing happened.

 "Oh for fuck's sake," she groused to herself, lifting the top off the tank looking for what, she didn't know.

 Something was broken, she was sure of it, but she wasn't a plumber. So she called one, a local guy in town whose name she'd seen on trucks.

 "No, I have no idea what's wrong, that's why I'm calling," she said, irritated, to the man who answered and sounded equally irritated.

 "Can't help you right now, lady," the guy growled. "We're pretty flat out. Maybe by 4 or 5 o'clock, I can send one of the new guys."

 "Fine, whatever works," she snapped, slamming down the phone.

 It was 2. She went for her run, working up a good sweat, leaving her body slick and soaked, just the way she liked it. For 65 years old, the slender granny was in great shape, her body sinewy and lean, her legs her best asset.

 She got back around 3, and toyed with the idea of taking a shower, but didn't want to miss the plumber coming in case he came early. So she waited, getting angrier by the minute, and taking the occasional piss in the broken toilet. Which after awhile imbued the humid air in the bathroom with a strong, heady scent of urine that combined with the thick stench of funky sweat from a pile of dirty clothes she'd left by the washing machine.

 And that pleased her.

 Susan O'Malley was a piss freak. She loved dominating young people, men and women, making them her piss slaves, forcing them to drink hers, lick her, service her. At first they'd resist – or pretend to. But it never lasted long and soon they'd be her submissive piss slaves.

 She sniffed the air after her last piss, feeling her hairy pussy moisten. The aroma always got to her, and now as she sat on the bowl, letting the remnants of her golden juices dribble through her furry lips and tinkle into the yellow water below, she fingered herself, licking them, devouring the flavor and scent. 

 "Oh fuck...oh yeah....fuck yeah...," she moaned, finger flying faster, lewd wet sounds echoing in the bowl as she drew close to finishing.



Then the doorbell rang.

 "Motherfucker, you have GOT to be kidding me!" she snarled, pulling up her damp panties over her glistening bush and tugging her super short white running shorts back up her sturdy, tanned legs.

 She stomped down stairs in her sweaty white mid-calf socks, storming to the door and drawing it open. There stood a man, a young man, a handsome young man with a shirt bearing the name of the plumbing company on one pocket and "Tommy" stitched on the other.

 "Mrs...O'Malley?" he said in a squeaky boy voice looking at a paper in his hand, his dark hair hanging over his flashing brown eyes. "You called?"

 "Yes indeed, I am Mrs. O'Malley, and I did call," she said with a sultry growl. "And you must be...Tommy, from the looks of it. Here to fix my plumbing are ya, kid?"

 "Um...yes ma'am, I uh...got here soon as I could, been a busy day..." he stammered nervously.

 She liked young boys, especially nervous ones. They made the most compliant slaves. She waved him in and he trudged in behind her, big canvas workbag in his hand, brimming with tools and parts and other things she didn't concern herself with.

 "How old are you, Tommy?" she asked as they stood in the kitchen, Tommy looking away, anywhere but at the very sexy older woman standing before him in tight t-shirt, tiny white shorts and socks. "You're kinda young to be a plumber aren't you?"

 "I'm 21 ma'am, learning all the time," he said proudly. "Just about to open my own business."

 "Well that's great, young man, just great!" she laughed, walking away and up the stairs, the boy in tow, she feeling his gaze on her shapely ass and muscular legs as she did. "And for now, you can work on my pipes!"

 They walked into the bathroom and instantly Tommy stopped, wrinkling his nose. The scent was overwhelming, pungent and powerful. He eyed the dirty laundry on the floor, a mix of worn panties, stained yellow and brown, and socks of various colors from a week's worth of working and running.

 He let out a small, barely perceptible groan. But Susan heard it. And noticed the slight shiver that seemed to course through his tall, lean, muscular young body.

 That pleased her.

 She walked to the toilet, pointing.

 "Here it is," she said, adding with a giggle, "sorry about what's in the bowl, I can't flush it. Frightful smell, isn't it? So sorry about that, hope you don't mind..."

 "I..we've uh, seen...and smelled worse, ma'am, believe me," he said, his nervousness mounting, that shiver returning as he gazed into the deep yellow water in the bowl, swallowing hard. 

 "Oh, I'm sure you have, young man, I'm sure you've had...and dealt with it, right?" she said in that sultry voice she'd greeted him with earlier.

 "Yes..yes ma'am..." he said, now lifting the top off the tank and jiggling the workings inside.

 She watched him, leaning on the bathroom counter, arms crossed, drinking the sight of him in, his ass tight in his work pants. She liked what she saw.

 "Ah, here's the problem," he said, pointing to something that she really wasn't looking at. "This little plastic piece that controls the flow...snapped off, happens all the time."

 "Is it terribly HARD to fix?" she cooed as she stepped closer to him, nearly brushing his slightly trembling body, emphasizing the word.

 Tommy gulped again. He indeed was getting hard. He'd long been fascinated by sexy older women, and Mrs. O'Malley was by far the sexiest one he had ever seen, despite the aroma in the room. Or, he realized as his cock twitched in his pants, because of it.

 "No...no, not at all...I have the part I need in the truck, be right back," he said, walking past her, again casting a furtive eye on that disgusting but alluring pile of foul panties and socks.

 "How long will it take?" she asked, following him out.

 "Half hour, tops, ma'am," he said.



"I'm thinking of going for a run...another run, actually, I had one already but cut it short to come wait for you," she said. "Gotta keep this old lady body in shape ya know!"

 He turned, a weak smile on his handsome young face, beads of sweat on his brow. Susan had him just where she wanted him. She smiled back.

 "I don't look bad for an old broad, do I?" she teased, spinning around and standing on tiptoes, making her remarkable calves bulge in muscle above her white socks.

 That groan. She heard it again. And liked it.

 "No, no ma'am, you look...you look great," he said with a sighing enthusiasm. "Way better than my grandma, who's about your age, I guess..."

 "That's so sweet of you, thanks, Tommy," she giggled, cupping his chin playfully and tweaking his nose. "You get to work, I'll be right back...but first, I gotta go again, you know, tinkle! Hope you don't mind me adding to that nasty mess in the bowl!"

 "No..no ma'am," he groaned, heading for the truck.

 She laughed to herself and walked upstairs. She didn't have to piss. What she did have to do was pick up her cell phone, put it on video, and hide it on the bathroom counter, behind some makeup and pill bottles, angling it to take in the toilet – and the pile of laundry nearby.

 "Like the spider and the fly," she smiled to herself, walking out.

 She went for her run, working it hard, getting sweatier by the pounding step, taking a half hour and turning back to her house. Inside, Tommy was standing at the kitchen counter, writing out her bill, his bag beside him.

 "Everything working?" she asked, wiping her sweaty brow with her forearm.

 "Yes, ma'am, it was easy," he said, looking a bit more relaxed than before. "Just making out the bill. Did you want to pay by check, cash or have us bill you in the mail?"

 "What're the damages?" Susan asked.

 "Not bad, I hope, $150," he answered, handing her the bill.

 "No, not bad at all," she said. "Especially when they send a handsome young stud like you to fix my pipes!"

 His nervousness returned, his smile forced and shy.

 "Lemme get my purse, it's upstairs," she said, darting by him. "And gotta pee again in my newly fixed toilet!"

 "Sure thing, Mrs. O'Malley, sure thing," he called after her.

 She went into the bathroom, picking up the hidden phone. She stopped the recording and hit play back. 

 And pay dirt.

 There on the small screen, as she watched, her cunt getting wetter by the second, was this handsome young plumbing apprentice sniffing the bowl, kneeling, groaning, palming his hard cock through his pants, devouring her pissy scent.

 "Oh my God, Mrs. O'Malley...you stink...your piss...fuck!" she heard him say, the words echoing in the bowl with his head inside, so close to it, making him wonder if he were licking away down there.

 She fingered her pussy, slamming her hand under her shorts, frigging the sweaty, fragrant cunt as she now watched him shuffle over to the pile of clothes, burying his face in them, inhaling deeply. He fished his cock out and jerked. Her eyes widened. It was one of the biggest, meatiest cocks she had ever seen. And had to have.

 "Fuck me," she hissed, working herself into an orgasmic frenzy as Tommy was doing on her cell phone, a pair of rancid panties jammed to his face, his other hand flying up and down his cock, cumming in long thick ropes that landed on the pile, soaking her socks and panties.

 He finished, carefully putting the pile together to hide the liquid evidence of his perverse lust. Then calmly, he returned to the bowl to fix it.

 "Mmmm, that was interesting," she said, pulling her fingers from her cunt to sniff and lick clean.

 She walked to the top of the stairs.

 "Tommy, will you come up here please?" she called out. "Something I want to show you."

 "Sure thing, Mrs. O'Malley!" he said brightly, bounding up the stairs.

 She walked into the bathroom, standing by the toilet, flushing it.

 "Now that makes me happy!" she said.

 She held up her phone.

 "Now this," she said, starting the video and walking to him, holding it to his face, "should THIS make me happy young man?"

 Tommy's mouth dropped open as the video played, face ashen, eyes were nearly bulging out of his head. Susan stood, phone in hand up to his face, the other arm crossed over her slender middle, affecting a stern look despite her urge to laugh.

 "Oh my GOD!" he blurted, looking away, covering his eyes, leaning against the door frame, aghast and ashamed. "I'm....oh my God, I'm so sorry, so sorry...."

 He was shaking, he was scared, he was totally humiliated. Just the way she liked it.

 She stopped the play back, stepping closer toward him, a stern look on her pretty, sexily wrinkled face.

 "I wonder," she said darkly and dominantly. "What your boss would say if he saw this?"

 Tommy stood up straight, more frightened than ever, his eyes on her, begging.

 "Oh God...please, please, Mrs. O'Malley, please don't..." he cried. "He'd fire me...I'd be ruined...."

 "Yeah, that would pretty much fuck up your plans to start your own business now wouldn't it, if word got out?" she asked dryly. "Who'd want a piss-loving pervert in their house, right?"

 "Please!" he cried again. "I'll do...anything...what do you....anything, just don't tell him, or anyone, my God, my God!"

 He slumped against the wall, head in his hands, practically sobbing.

 "Did you like it?"

 He looked through his fingers.

 "I'm...sorry?"

 "I said, did you like it?" Susan continued, her voice softening, a bit more playful, walking back toward the bowl, his eyes drawn to those legs again.

 "I....no...I mean...I...."

 "Oh, come now, Thomas," she growled. "You MUST have liked it! You were smelling my piss...practically licking it! And my filthy socks and soiled panties, in your face, jerking your...well, your rather beautiful young COCK, cumming into them!"

 He watched, transfixed, as she slithered out of her shorts, peeling off her top and bra, standing now in white panties and socks.

 "Did. You. Like. It," she snarled.

 He could only stare. And very slowly nod his head.

 "I thought so," Susan sighed. "Well then, I think we can work something out, keep this unfortunate incident between us..."

 She slowly, very slowly looked down at her crotch as she stood, Tommy's eyes following, thick curls of pubic hair blossoming out the sides of the panty.

 And she pissed. She stood, pissing just a little bit, biting her lip as she did, moving her eyes back up to watch him watch her pissing her panties. The heat of it filled her senses, a big dark patch spreading over the front of the fabric, a thin, hot, wet blanket sheeting down her slightly saggy and wrinkled and sexy brown thighs, trickling over her knees to her sweat socks that clung to her solid calves.

 "Oh....my....God...." Tommy gasped.

 She slowly peeled her panties down, sitting on the bowl, finishing her piss – and watching him. He was holding his breath, staring and listening to the gush of it and the loud tinkling sound of piss hitting water, then waning into singular, tantalizing droplets.

 She stood, pubic hair soaked with urine and sweat. And slowly pulled her panties back up, over the matted, glistening fur. 

 "C'mere boy," she snarled, curling a finger at him.

 Tommy could not help but obey. Susan leaned on the bathroom counter, spreading her meaty legs. Tommy stood, unsure of what to do. She pointed to the floor.

 "Kneel down, boy," she hissed. "And suck my pissy panties!"

 He blinked at her, eyes wide with fear, terror, uncertainty and want. She made his decision easy, cupping his head in her hands and pulling him to his knees, ramming his face into her crotch and slamming her muscular old thighs shut on his ears. She locked him firmly to her dripping, pungent panty-covered cunt.

 "For fuck's sake, boy, SUCK the piss outta my panties!" she snarled, throbbing her lean legs on his trapped head.

 "MMGHLPFF!" he cried out, a scream muffled in her wet crotch.

 But he sucked, he sucked hard, his mouth open, lips wide, tongue darting over the moist fabric as he sucked the wet from it. His eyes rolled over white in the sockets, Susan smiling at his complete, groaning acquiescence, now quivering her thighs on his head, pushing forward, holding it, grinding his face. 

 "Mmmm, that's right, boy, suck my piss...suck it alllll up...." she cooed.

 He obeyed, filling his mouth with her golden juices sucked from the soaked panty, devouring her, feeling his cock about to burst in his pants. His hands trembled as he pawed the thighs crushing his skull, marveling at their silky, seductive feel and the muscular tension beneath the skin. He groaned, madly sucking, licking, cleaning her foul panties, aching for release.

 "I'd say you like my piss, boy," she growled, suddenly unlocking her lethal thighs and twisting his head toward the toilet, sticking his face in the bowl and the glistening gold below. "Let's see HOW much!"

 He resisted, and she welcomed it, she liked her piss victims to struggle. He was not entirely sure he could lap the foul-smelling water that had gushed moments earlier into the bowl, a sound he found supremely sexy. Now that ripeness hit him, far sharper than that in her wet panties, and he pushed back as she pushed his head in.

 "I said LICK that piss!" she howled, now kneeling on his bent back, driving him inside.

 His face plunged into the still warm piss, up to the ears, and despite his struggles, he could not pull away. Susan knelt on one leg, bending her other up to push the back of his head with her socked foot, laughing maniacally as she finally heard his desperate gulps, ingesting mouthfuls of her stinky urine. She made him drink for a full 30 seconds before releasing him. He sprang back, gasping, Susan standing and roaring with laughter.

 He sat back on his haunches, grabbing a nearby towel and frantically wiping his face. And there in his pants, Susan loved noticing, was the bulge of his unmistakably hard cock. She nudged it with her socked foot.

 "Well, well, well, you DO like it!" she laughed. "Tell me boy, and don't lie or I'll know: Have you ever indulged this piss fantasy before?"

 His panting slowed, his face looking down at the foot on his cock.

 "No," he said softly, shaking his head, the wet strands of hair in his face. "Never."

 "But you'd thought about it, right?" she continued.

 A pause. Then a slow nod of his head. She smiled.

 "And how's the reality working for you now that you've had the real thing?"

 "I...I don't know...it's...different...I'm not sure....if I really DO like it!"

 "Well now," she sighed, grabbing his hair and forcing him on his knees to shuffle over to the pile of filthy laundry and ramming his face into it. "All the better!"

 He fought back again, the stench overpowering him, that heady mix of piss and ass and sweat – and, he realized with horror, his own cum. She was too strong, though, his mind and body weakened from everything happening to him, and he couldn't pull his face from the foul-smelling clothes.

 "I need to do laundry," she said. "And I've just the thing!"

 She straddled his neck now, pulling his hair up so the back of his head nestled against her wet cunt. Crossing her feet, she clamped her thighs on his neck and squeezed. He let out a long, desperate groan of pain, the pressure surprising him. He was stunned that a woman so old could exert so much power with what looked to be fairly skinny legs.

 "Now let's see," she sighed, bending over, the inner thigh muscles stretching and flexing against his neck, slowing the blood to his brain, making him groggy. "Where is it...."

 She pulled out a particularly soggy, foul pair of panties and stood, holding them to her nose.

 "Yup, these are the ones," she laughed. "The ones you came in. The ones we'll start with!"

 Tommy could only watch as the sticky panties came before his face, his hands drooping to the floor, weak from her squeezing thighs on his neck. She balled the fabric up, showing him the crusty crotch panel, opening his mouth and forcing it inside. The stench hit him like a hammer, cum, piss, ass, sweat, permeating his existence, the taste thick and foul on his tongue.

 "Clean 'em, boy," she snarled.

 She stuffed her fingers into his mouth along with the cum-soaked panty, scraping it around on his tongue, lips, teeth and cheeks, scrubbing it clean. A moment later, she tugged it out and Timmy gasped for air, struggling to pull his head from the vise-grip legs scissoring it, and failing.

 "Nice job," she sighed, dropping the panty, bending and picking up a pair of short, black trouser socks. "Oh, these are nasty, wore them to work for about four days before I changed 'em!"

 In they went, stuffed into his moaning mouth for cleaning, Susan scrubbing them around inside and pulling them out, repeating the process over and over with other socks, other panties. She kept him in her gripping legs for a solid half hour as she plunged her foul clothes in and out of his mouth.

 When she was finished, he was practically out cold, groggy from her scissoring thighs and the sheer humiliation of what she'd put him through. His hands limply pawed her locked, socked feet.

 "Plea....pleesh...no more, Mrs. O'M....." he said in slurring tone, barely able to stay awake.

 She laughed, finally releasing her crushing thighs from his neck, and stepped back letting him fall to the floor. She stepped over him and reached inside the shower, turning it on, then peeled off her panties and socks. Flipping him to his back, she straddled him, balled them up and stuffed them into his mouth.




Mrs. O'Malley's Golden Juices Ch. 14



"Mmmm!" she laughed, working the fabric in his mouth deeper and harder, his eyes flowing with tears that streaked down his beet-red face. "Nice and fresh!"

 She stepped off him and pulling him up by the hair where he stood on shaky legs. Staring into his eyes, she unbuttoned his shirt, tugging it off him, admiring his sculpted torso, raking her nails over it. She leaned forward, suddenly kissing him, thrusting her tongue into his groaning mouth. She was completely overcoming him, physically, emotionally, sexually. He offered no resistance, unsure if it was because he couldn't or didn't want to.

 Part of him wanted to run away, ashamed, to forget what had happened. But a much bigger part of him kept him immobile, melting under her plunging tongue as she ran her hands to his front, palming his cock throbbing in his pants. His eyes stared into hers as she calmly unzipped his pants, dropping them.

 She stepped back, admiring his stiff cock and letting him strip the rest of the way. She opened the shower door, motioning him inside.

 "Now here is where it really gets interesting," she snarled, slapping his tight little ass as he walked by. "On your back. Now!"

 He could not help but obey, certain whatever she was about to do would be the most humiliating and satisfying thing that would ever happen to him. His mind was a fog, trying to assimilate and justify both.

 He lay back on the hot tiles, watching her close the door, step over him, feet astride his head. He looked into that thick, matted fur between her powerful thighs. She descended, slowly, growling at him as he looked up watching her legs splay open, that pussy now dripping onto his face as it drew near. She was inches from his face, squatting, her slender fingers forking her lips open. He looked up her slim belly, past her saggy, beautiful tits and into her dominant smiling face.

 "Drink up," she snarled. "From the source this time!"

 It hit him like the torrent from a hose, pure and hot, golden and pungent, her piss stream gushing from those luscious, furry lips and directly into his face, soaking it. She held his mouth open with her other hand, directing the flow into it and he gulped furiously, trying to taste her flavor - and keep from drowning. The stream was steady, gathering strength until it peaked, then waned, a little dribble trickling out, sudden tiny spurts, all of it filling his mouth. He swallowed.

 She stood, scooted back, and let three small spurts of her remaining piss jet onto his bobbing, hard cock. He groaned, thrusting his hips up to meet the searing-hot squirts, trying to spear her so-close cunt above. She giggled.

 "Not yet, boy," she hissed. 

 She straddled him again, his belly, his cock tip barely brushing her dimpled, white cheeks, driving him mad. Bending to him, she attacked his face and neck, licking her piss from them and holding it in her mouth, attaching her lips to his. She forced the piss inside and he gobbled it down, her tongue swabbing around his mouth.

 She slithered back, over his cock, kneeling over his legs. Smiling, she curled a small hand around it, pumping it with agonizing, purposeful slowness. He watched her wrinkled lips purse and slip over the cap and slowly work down, inch by inch until his entire length was inside her mouth, nudging down her throat.

 "OH MY GOD!" he screamed, trying to thrust up with his hips.

 Her other hand cupped his balls, squeezing hard, making him wince in pain.

 "Not yet," she warned, popping his cock out of her mouth and slapping it against her wrinkled cheek.

 She sucked him back in, slowly, then up, down, up, her little hand wrapped around it, stroking it in and out, the slurping wet sounds echoing off the tiled walls through the hissing shower. He was so very close, his balls aching for release as well as in pain from her squeezing hand. She felt them throb in her fingers and slowed her sucking, now running her tongue down to lap at his balls and very slowly up the shaft to tickle the back of the very sensitive head.



"Settle down, stud," she laughed, letting go of his dick to bob freely and unattended to.

 She spun around, sat on his chest, his eyes fixed on her small but shapely ass, wrinkled to an incredibly sexy degree, the whiteness bright in the dim shower. Inching back, she spread those succulent cheeks. Her asshole, a dark pucker surrounded by delicate strands of dark hair, winked open at him. She wiggled back more, the pucker at his tentative lips.

 "Ever eaten one of these before, Tommy?" she said, sitting up and holding her butt meat open.

 "N...no...ma'am," he stammered.

 "Do you want to?" she teased, wiggling her bum from side to side, brushing his nose.

 He found himself sniffing her asshole, a funky scent of piss and unclean. He was entirely unsure he wanted to put his mouth to it.

 "I....don't know...I don't think...I do..." he groaned, now making up his mind the closer it got and the more fierce the smell became.

 "Perfect!" she laughed.

 And she sat down. Fully. Her supple white cheeks folded in a meaty grip around his face, the puckered ring of her pucker right on his mouth. He was sealed tight, nose up her crack.

 "Eat my asshole," she moaned, swiveling her slender hips, screwing her butt into his mouth.

 Any reservations he had about licking her asshole dissipated, more of necessity than want, needing to breathe again, to satisfy her, to get her off his face so he could let the hot water stream over it and clean him. His tongue shot out, penetrating the tight rectal ring and plunged deep inside. He couldn't smell it now, his nose pinched shut in her clenching ass flesh, and could only taste the bitter tang on his tongue as he plunged it in and out, lewd wet sounds splashing off the tiled walls.

 He was an athlete, a swimmer, able to hold his breath for a long time. He tried, licking and tongue fucking her foul hole faster and deeper, trying to twist his head enough to catch some air, but her seated ass was too firm and full and he couldn't snatch a breath. She ground hard onto him, fucking his tongue inside her ass, thighs pushed out farther to the sides. She played with her hairy cunt as she did, fully aware of the boy's lack of oxygen.

 "Can't breathe? Oh, what a shame!" she laughed. "Here's a little air for ya!"

 He knew what she was about to do by the swelling of her asshole around his tongue, and then felt it, a short, hot rush of air as she farted around his plunging tongue, filling his mouth with it. He had no choice but to breathe it in, fighting the urge to gag or throw up. Her maniacal cackle filled the small space as she farted again and again, until mercifully, she pulled her gripping ass from his face.

 "Goddammit, Mrs. O'Malley!" he screamed, frantically wiping his mouth and face with the back of his hands and then his palms, vainly trying to scrape her scent from him.

 She turned and quickly sat on his cock, impaling herself on it as she straddled him. He gasped at the sudden deliciousness of being devoured up to the balls.

 "There?" she cooed, sitting up and snapping her hips back and forth, riding him. "That better?"

 He never felt a pussy more velvety and tight. He hadn't gotten laid that much in his young life, but her cunt, decades older than anything he'd been in before, was heavenly.

 She pumped up and down, hands on her hips, thighs flexing as his trembling hands held them, looking up into her beautiful old face, trying to make sense of the senseless. He just gave into the milking sensation of her gripping cunt, laying flat on the tiled floor, letting her work his cock.

 She leaned forward now cupping her saggy tits into cones, forcing one then the other into his eager, moaning mouth.

 "Suck 'em, baby, suck my titties!" she howled, head tilted back.

 His tongue washed over the thick nipples, suckling them, moaning, his hands exploring her back, holding her to him. She pounded up and down on his cock, the velvety walls pursed around it like meaty wet lips.

 She fucked him for a moment more and then with expert precision and without her pussy leaving his cock, spun and faced the other way, leaning on his legs. He watched her ass, milky white, slightly wrinkled and creamy, snap and quiver as she pulled it up and thundered it down, every sexy inch quaking with every move.

 "Oh...oh my God....Mrs. O'Malley...gonna...."

 "Don't you dare cum until I say so!" she screamed, a smile on his face that he couldn't see, knowing he could never hold back, he was too far gone. "You cum....you eat EVERY fucking drop!"

 His mind raced. He'd already been forced to eat his own cum from her filthy panties he'd shot into, but that was tainted with other tastes and smells. This would be directly from the well of her cunt, fresh, pure and plentiful. He tried his damndest not to cum, even as he watched the madly flexing old ass of hers throb and pulsate on his cock.

 "Oh..God..." he moaned, forcing himself to look away, trying to ignore the impending explosion he knew he could not prevent.

 "Don't cum, boy," she snarled, flexing and tensing her ass faster and harder, milking his cock with her pussy walls, slamming down onto his bloated balls until he groaned in pain. "You do...I feed you...feed you your hot...sticky cum.....sitting on your face...squirting it into your mouth...smothering you...PISSING on you...."

 She was getting off on just talking about it, cumming as she fucked him with gathering intensity, reaching between his legs to coax him along by squeezing and massaging his huge, smooth nuts.

 It all put him over the edge, unable to stop the unstoppable, his chin tucked to his chest, eyes wide and fixed on that superb old ass, the fleshy jiggling in a blur as she fucked him. His balls knotted, he let out a guttural low scream and felt himself unload in her milking cunt with an intensity he'd never felt before.

 It was almost like he blacked out, completely consumed with a pleasure he never felt before, feeling thick jets of cum scorching out of his cock, blasting into her clutching cunt, over and over. He was aware of her slowing, little by little, working in long, wet strokes, milking him dry. She used both hands on his nuts, pushing every drop out and into her waiting pussy.

 He had stopped breathing, he realized, and now panted for air, his mind clearing a bit, just enough to realize she'd popped off his cock. The wet shaft felt cooler even as hot water now washed over it.

 He looked at that ass drawing near, hunched up, mounds of white parting as she wiggled backward. Her pussy was agape, wide open, plugged white. He wanted to move, wanted to push it away, wanted it to be over.

 But he could not or would not, he was not sure.

 He watched her turn slowly, thighs wide, that hairy pussy hair slick against her mound. She smiled, parted her lips, revealing a pearly smear of cum. That she put right on his protesting face.

 "No, Mrs. O'M....mmmmgffllfff!!!"

 She face sat him, knees wide on the tiles, the sopping hole directly on his open lips. A thick stream of cum, mostly his but some of it her own copious orgasmic gel, sluiced out and down his gulping throat. She screamed in pleasure, grinding her engorged clit against his nose, using it. Hips snapping back and forth, she came on his helpless face. His eyes closed against the shame and sensation as he felt more of his clammy fluids ooze out of her hairy quim to be ingested by its donor.

 She stopped cumming but wasn't done, now tilting her piss slit down into his mouth and letting loose a gushing, powerful flow of piss that seemed to Tommy hotter than before. It jetted down his throat, filling his cheeks and he swallowed frantically, feeling and tasting the mix of his cum and her piss. Finishing, she sat back on his chest, legs apart, madly fingering her clit, coaxing another orgasm. As she came, she took his face to her squirting pussy, slamming her wet thighs around his ears and grinding herself to completion.

 Tommy could hear nothing, his ears packed with her powerful old thighs, the fleshy meat of them enveloping his head. He ate what she squirted into his face, and finally she stopped. Her thighs popped open and she lay on her back, panting, as Tommy did on his.

 He welcomed the hot water streaming over him, laying still and almost serene. They lay for long minutes, recovering until she stood. He watched her shower, soaping up her shiny, sexy body, washing herself clean and saying nothing.

 She stepped from the shower, wrapping herself in a towel, then poked her head back inside.

 "Clean up, stud," she smiled. "You earned it."

 He took his time. Despite the hot water cascading over him, her scent stayed on him. He wasn't sure he wanted to wash it away. But he did, finally standing, head under the hot spray, and he cleaned himself. He stepped out, toweled off, got dressed and went downstairs.

 Mrs. O'Malley sat at the counter wearing fresh clothes and a bright smile, writing out a check. She tore it off, handing it to him as he approached almost as shyly as he had when he first walked in a life-changing hour or so ago.

 "Uh, Mrs. O'Malley," he said, starting a sentence he had no idea how to finish.

 She stopped him.

 "Here ya go, Tommy," she said, slipping the check into his hand and fishing a $50 bill out of her purse, tucking it into his pocket. "Little something extra for ya."

 She stood, pressing into him, kissing him, arms around his back, squeezing his ass.

 "Our little secret, kiddo," she laughed, walking him to the door and out. "Our little secret...."

 He walked down the walk, too stunned to say anything, feeling completely drained.

 "Oh, and Tommy," she smiled, before closing the door. "Lemme know when you start your own company. I'm sure I'll have a lot more work for you."