9 comments/ 168062 views/ 37 favorites Watching Her Go Ch. 01 By: magiconnecticut Readers: This is my attempt to write a story that is truly passionate as well as satisfying to those folks who, like me, enjoy a bit of wetness now and again. I welcome all comments and votes, and I do hope this story appeals to my fans - both male and female. Enjoy! The obsession started when I was just a boy. I would be in the bathroom, brushing my teeth or getting ready for the day in some fashion, and Mother would just waltz on in. She'd hike her skirt, or pull down her pants, plop herself down on the toilet, and pee, as if it were perfectly natural to do that in front of her young son. Finished, she would smile, wipe, and wash her hands, often giving me a peck on the cheek as she left. She did this right up till the day she left us for another man, another life. I have not seen her since. I was 10. As I grew older, I found that I often thought about Mother and her bathroom habits. The thought of any girl having a tinkle...even the sound of a toilet flushing would excite me in a vague way. I would secretly thrill, if I saw a girl who was in obvious desperation mode, or if I overheard the schoolgirls chatter, and someone would exclaim that she needed to "go". I never thought these thoughts about guys...only female urination, or the association of such things interested me. I would listen outside the door when my older sister Sharon went for a pee, and would invariably get hard, as I listened to her flow drilling into the standing water. She caught me outside the door once, gave me a disgusted look and told me that she was going to tell Dad, but I don't think she ever did. Of course, that didn't stop me...I was just more cautious after that. It was even better when her friends would come over. The sound of their golden flow splashing in MY toilet was almost too much to bear. This was the very same toilet that accepted my own waste just before or after. I often wished I could watch, rather than just listen. My fetish grew stronger as I grew into adulthood. I found myself taking bolder chances to hear the liquid of my desire as it spurted from the female form into the white porcelain waters. In college, I would often sneak into the women's room late at night and hide in an end stall, hoping for midnight visits from the girls. They would come, of course – and I would hear the sizzle of their piss, and even their occasional dainty grunts and eventual plops as their solid waste slid from inside their bodies. Often during these events, I would hear them tearing a package open, and knew that their fingers were pushing tampons inside their soft bodies. I was intimate with many of my school mates most private matters, although none knew that I was part of their daily and monthly rituals. I dated and bedded girls during this time of my life, but never told them of my fetish, knowing that they would leave in disgust...and I would be labeled a sick pervert. I desperately wanted to share my fantasies and fetishes, but couldn't bring myself to openly admit my odd desires to anyone. After college, I went on into the business world and became a successful marketing manager for several firms in the south. I dated women off and on but none seemed like a perfect fit to me. A few came close, but there was always something missing...and only I knew what that was. A decade ago, I grew tired of Atlanta and the bigger firms that had made me a success. I took a chance and joined a small marketing firm in the Pacific Northwest. It was run by a younger husband/wife team who had a great rep in the industry. They were cutting edge and could have easily grown into a much larger organization, but they preferred to stay small, and true to their vision. It was refreshing to work for such a firm, with only 9 employees, but it was more a feeling that I had found a home...and a shared vision. This was where I was meant to be. The owners – Angie and Robert – welcomed me and my ideas. We became friends as well as associates, and the business thrived. After 5 years, they offered me a partnership. About a year ago, Robert passed away. It was a shock to everyone, as he was still young – only 38. This was a sad time for all of us, but especially Angie – as she and Robert were such a team in every way. After Robert's death, I spent almost all my free time with Angie and comforted her in whatever way I could. I tried to cheer her with day hikes or dinners out, theater performances and sailing on the Columbia. She talked about Robert when she could. She spoke of their dreams and how it was all coming together for them. I suppose it was inevitable that we became closer during this time, but I didn't see it until one night as we sat in my living room sipping wine and talking of trivial things. It was she who broke the ice. "I miss him", she said. "I do, too." I countered. And I meant it. She giggled slightly as I watched her mind drift into some memory that I would never know. After a few moments, I saw her eyes re-focus and she turned to stare at me with a silly little grin. "Yes?" I said. "Can I help you?" She blushed a bit and dropped her eyes to look into the red wine. "You saved me, you know." I was a bit unsure what she meant, so I said nothing. "I would never have been able to make it through these past few months without your help. It's meant a lot to me." I was contemplating a reply, but she didn't give me time to do so as she continued to speak. "I've really enjoyed our one-on-one time together. I...I know that you have too." I had. I smiled at her to let her know that she was right. "I feel as though we have grown much closer to one another recently. Would you mind sitting next to me?" I certainly didn't mind. "It's my pleasure, Angie." I moved next to her and put my hand in hers. She was silent for a time, but then continued. "Brent, there are things I need to tell you, and yet I'm afraid to say what I really mean...but if I don't right now, I may never have the courage to say them, ever." "I'm a good listener." I said. And I smiled again. I waited for her to begin and saw her struggle with what she was about to say, but at last, her words tumbled from her. "Bob and I had an amazing life together. We had a connection that went beyond love...beyond lust, even. As much as I miss his daily presence, I miss our sexual life nearly as much." This was uncharted territory. We had never discussed intimacy in any form. "We experienced life in ways that most people might envy, and our sexual life would likely be described as adventuresome, at least." "Am I making you uncomfortable?" "No" I stammered. Uncomfortable was not precisely the word I would have used. "I'm interested in what you have to say, Angie – please continue." I was most definitely interested. She looked at me for a while and then spoke. "How open are you sexually?" This was an unexpected question and I thought carefully about my response. "More open than you might think. I'm not a COMPLETELY vanilla person, you know." I smiled at her, but my heart was pounding so loudly I would have been surprised if she couldn't hear it herself. My hands were starting to sweat, and my cock was most definitely stirring to life. "I'm acting ridiculous, Brent. I should stop right now." That was NOT going to happen. "Please don't stop, Angie. If it's any consolation to you, I have wanted to talk with you more intimately for a while, but did not know how to breach the subject. Besides, I was concerned that you would feel I had broken your trust." "Nonsense...I trust you completely. I'm just concerned that what I might tell you will, well...scare you away." Her hand broke from mine and she caressed my leg. "Tell me, Angie." She looked into my eyes. I could see that she was in the middle of a quandary, but after a moment or two, she seemed to know what to do. "You know...I don't think words will tell you the whole story." And with those words still floating in the air, she leaned toward me and kissed me deep and strong. A lovers kiss, a passionate kiss that I joined in with all my being. I could see that there was much more of her behind that kiss, and I fully intended on finding what was hidden there. She broke the kiss and spoke into my ear. "I've struggled to tell you this for weeks now. I want you, Brent. Please let me talk with my body. If you're uncomfortable, just tell me to stop." She kissed me again with her soft lips and sweet breath. Our mouths opened and we drank of each other as her hands wrapped around my neck and pulled me even closer. I held her, but knew that she wanted to take the lead, so I allowed her to control the connection. Her kiss spoke volumes. She released me, but continued to nibble my lip and then her tongue danced over my teeth and lips. She eventually backed away and stood in front of me. With a small movement, she nudged her silky dress from her shoulders and allowed it to slide to the floor. She stood in front of me dressed in heels and perhaps the most erotic set of panties and bra I had ever seen. My engorged cock formed a tent in my pants. There was no hiding my approval. There was certainly no need for words from either of us. She flowed back to me and straddled my lap and sat facing me, with the heat of her groin caressing my entrapped cock. Her arms surrounded me and she rubbed her face against my neck. She looked into my eyes...and I fell into hers. My hands found the clasp of her bra and I released it. She leaned back and her soft, beautiful breasts broke free of their cups. She sat straighter and leaned back, offering her breasts to me. I leaned in and took her right breast in my hand and her left one in my mouth, tasting her nipple as it hardened. As I swirled her bud with my tongue she found my belt buckle and deftly undid it, as well as the button of my pants. She scooted back slightly and unzipped me then continued to slide off of me, pulling me up as she stood. As soon as I stood, my pants dropped. I stepped out of them as she unbuttoned my shirt...nibbling my neck all the while. With my shirt open, she rubbed my chest with both hands and effortlessly removed my shirt completely. She pushed me down to the couch and knelt in front of me. Tracing the outline of my cock with her fingers, she and leaned close enough for me to feel the heat of her breath, even through my underwear. She moved closer still, until she brushed her lips against the straining fabric. I watched, entranced, as she made my cock throb with need for escape. She reached on either side of me and removed my underwear, flipping it nonchalantly to the floor. I leaned back with my distended and pulsing cock waving in the air, her lips just a fraction of an inch away. A drop of lubricant slid from the tip and drooled down the head as she breathed on it and waited for her precise moment. In one amazing moment, she opened her mouth and took me right down to my balls and then swallowed...twice...three times, massaging me with her throat. She then started bobbing up and down, fucking me deep into her throat each time. I had never felt anything so intense. She made it infinitely clear that she was not going to stop until she got what she wanted. As she moved up and down, I knew I couldn't last long with this intense blowjob...and started groaning...Her own sounds added to this blowjob symphony and too soon I moaned that I was going to cum. She went deep and swallowed twice more. With her second swallow, I blasted deep down into her throat with spurt after spurt of my hot load. As my orgasm diminished, she slowly let me slip out, until my still thick cock rested on her mouth, the last of my cum now oozing onto her red lips. She milked the last gob from me with her hand, licked it from my cock and looked into my eyes. "That was perfect, Brent. You gave me just what I needed." I was almost too blown away to speak. I grinned at her and pulled her up towards me, where I hugged her and spoke into her ear. "You are amazing, Angie." I moved us both so I could look at her face. A spot of cum rested below her bottom lip. She had missed it when she had licked away the rest. I kissed her with true passion, and tasted the sweet salty remnants of my cream as our tongues danced together. She released me and stood, telling me that there was more that she wanted, but she needed to pee first. And did I want to join her? Now let me tell you, I had just been given the most intense blowjob of my life by a sexy woman 10 years my junior, who I just adored...and now she wanted me to join her as she peed? My cock instantly twitched and grew...which she noticed immediately. She grinned. "I see that appeals to you, Brent." That was the understatement of the millennium. "Oh yes. That appeals to me more than you could ever imagine." Should I admit this long hidden obsession? It was now or never. "Truth told, I have an almost unnatural desire to watch you pee. I can't think of anything I want more." "Well good! Because I do have to go! Come with me to the bathroom, quickly!" She took me by the hand, and I eagerly followed. Her ass looked delicious in those panties as it swayed gently with each step. I felt my cock growing harder as we climbed the stairs and got closer to the bathroom. When we reached our destination, she did not sit immediately down on the toilet, but instead walked towards the sink. She turned around and leaned against it and asked me to pull her panties down. "But do it slowly, please." "Anything you wish, Angie." I went to my knees and caressed her silky legs with my fingers and palms. I rubbed my face against her upper thighs. I could smell her feminine secretions and knew that her recent blowjob had excited her almost as much as it had excited me. When I looked at her panties, I could see a thin line of wetness where she had released her lubrication - absorbed by the cotton shield inside. With one hand on her thigh, my other moved north across her hard flat tummy and pushed slightly. "ooohh, I really have to go...." Those words went right to my cock, which pulsed in anticipation of the show that was soon to begin. I took her cotton panties in my hands and slowly pulled them down around her hips so I could just see the upper triangle of her pubic hair, but not her swollen lips. I stopped there and took the opportunity to touch the soft gusset and experience my first feel of her pussy. Her legs parted a little and I gently cupped her mound, sensing the incredible heat emanating from her sex. It was now or never. I looked up to her face. "Angie, I want to see you pee in your panties. Just wet them a little." She was biting her lower lip, but she looked at me and nodded in agreement. She shut her eyes and I quickly looked back down at her mound. In a few moments, she tilted her crotch towards me and spoke my name. As she spoke, I saw her release just enough pee to completely soak the material covering her pussy. A glistening drip of yellow formed and hung from her panties. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. I touched the drop and it fell across my fingers. "Was that what you wanted? Did I wet them enough?" I looked up again and she was smiling down at me. "Oh yes. That was wonderful." "Good. But my bladder is seriously about to burst. Stopping that flow was next to impossible. I need to pee badly. Take my panties off, now." I reached up and pulled them off her tight ass and down her legs. She stepped out of them and flipped them away with her toe. Her mound was perfect. Her engorged pussy lips were framed by the salty wetness clinging to her pubic hair. She lifted herself up and sat with her ass in the sink. She pulled the on the stopper lever and plugged the drain. "This should give you better view, don't you think?" This was the moment I had been waiting for. All those years of listening through walls, curtains and doors, dreaming of it morning, noon and night...and here I was, kneeling in front of Angie's pussy, waiting for her to piss...in a sink, yet. My cock was rock hard. She spread her legs wide and I watched, transfixed, as her lips unsealed with a small sound when they separated. I watched as her body transitioned from strained desperation, to the moment of relaxation just before the imminent release. "Here it comes." I moved closer. I was touching the inside of her thigh with my left hand and firmly held my hard cock with my right. This was it. She dribbled for a second or two and then her bladder released the flood of my desire. It shot out of her with sheer force and splattered against the front of the sink, spraying everywhere at once, including my face. The sound was beautiful. I saw her clit dancing over her pee hole as she slowly filled the sink. When there was just enough pee in the bowl, she moved her crotch back so she could aim her stream to drill into the standing fluid. I could see it splash back to her pussy and against her ass. She pissed a quart or more, and just as her stream started to slow, she clamped off the last of it before she was completely spent. Three golden drops fell from her luscious lower lips. I felt myself pumping my cock. I must have been doing that all along. The deep aroma of her fresh urine was a heady elixir to me. I was drunk from the experience. This was amazing. This was everything I had hoped it would be. She scooted forward with her ass on the edge of the counter and leaned back. Her legs were wide open and her entire crotch was shining with splattered piss. "Lick me clean, Brent." Although this had never been part of the dream, there was no need to ask twice. I leaned in and started by licking across the top of her mound – above her hair. I moved to each side and cleaned her inner thighs before zoning in on her soaked mons and slit. I sucked the urine from her short curly hair and then lapped over and between her lips. As I did, the flavor changed from her salty piss to creamy female lubrication. I wanted to taste it all, so I reached back with my tongue, caressing her anus and then moved across her vagina to swirl around her clit. Then back across again to her crinkled anus – each time, gathering and drinking the cream as it seeped from her secret places. As I worked her pussy from clit to ass, I heard her moaning deep and long as her mind processed the feelings. I used my mouth and covered her full pussy and flicked her clit with my tongue in quick movements. I felt it stiffen, like a miniature cock, just before she came. She reached forward and grabbed my hair just as she started to buck. I remained attached to her as body convulsed in orgasm...with wave after wave of bliss pounding through her entire being. Her pussy was pulsing inside of my mouth and her clitoral cum released yet another flavor that I eagerly drank from the source. Her orgasm slowly dissolved, so I disengaged my mouth from her pussy, and rested my face against her thigh. "Oh my God, Brent. Oh my God. That was so intense..." As she spoke, I stood up and moved towards her. My thick cock rubbed against her pussy as our mouths joined in yet another passionate kiss. When we broke contact she spoke again. "I need you inside me." She slipped off the edge of the counter and we both looked down into the sink, half filled with her pungent urine. She hesitated for the briefest moment then dipped her fingers into the amber liquid and brought them to her mouth, sucking them clean. She reached back and released the lever that held her golden gift. We both watched her waters as they swirled down the drain. To Be Continued... Watching Her Go Ch. 02 Readers: This continues the story of Angie and Brent. It might get a bit odd for some of you, but don't be put off by the flow of the narrative. They're just having fun exploring the edge of reason. Enjoy! * We walked from the bathroom and turned towards my bedroom. She headed right for the bed. Based on her last statement, I fully expected her to lie down immediately, or offer me some other position which would allow me to sink my raging erection deep into her, but she obviously had other plans. She pulled the blanket from the bed, turned and led me back down the stairs. At this point, I didn't know what to expect anymore. I was along for whatever ride she was planning. She walked through the living room, shutting off lights as she went, and headed toward the slider. She slid it open and slipped outside without any hesitation. As I live in a rural neighborhood, there isn't exactly total privacy from my back deck, but it was nighttime and the outside lights were not on. What choice did I have? I shrugged and followed her into the clear night. It took only moments for my eyes to adjust. The moon was nearly full and its silvery light illuminated the backyard completely. Angie stood with her back to me, the blanket thrown onto the deck at her feet. Her hair hung halfway down her back, almost pointing towards her perfectly shaped ass. Her legs were parted slightly and I could even see the outline of her pussy lips in the misty light. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her. My stiff cock nestled into the crack of her ass. My hands cupped her full breasts and I felt her stiff nipples as they poked into my palms. I massaged and kneaded her and nibbled at her neck while she emitted low sexy moans. Her head fell back and her hands reached behind her to caress my waist and pull me closer still. She bent her knees and spread her legs a bit further, then bent forward slightly. She reached for my cock and moved it between her legs and started rubbing the head across the wet folds of her fattened pussy. I held her hand as she moved me back and forth against her slippery slot until she stopped with my head just resting at her opening. I started pushing forward as she slowly pushed back, her body swallowing my shaft. She bent more and adjusted her legs as my hardness slowly filled her. "Oh, it feels so good inside me, Brent...uhhhggh...fill me with your cock, fill me up..." And she started fucking me. She leaned forward more, until her palms were on the blanket. I held onto her hips as we grunted against each other with each thrust pulling me deeper into her until I felt my cock hit her cervix. She pumped into me like a dog in heat. Her head swung back and forth and the sounds she made were barely human. Her legs were shaking and it seemed as though it was only my cock that held her up. "Kneel with me!" She grunted. As one, we dropped down until we were on our knees, her back arched and her ass pointing at me, taking each hard thrust deeper and faster than she had before. As I plowed her pussy field, I grabbed her ass cheeks and slowly jammed my thumb in her crinkled opening until it could go no further. My thumb must have put her over the edge, because her head came up, and her pussy and ass started gripping me with a pulsing rhythm as she came hard. She slowly returned from the edge and leaned forward, disengaging my thick thumb from her ass and my cock from her slick tunnel. She rotated around and immediately took my pulsing penis into her mouth. She sucked me and rolled me around, using her teeth to tease my tender shaft. I was getting close to orgasm again when she popped me out and told me to lie down on my back on the blanket. I lay down, my cock sticking out from me at an angle, hard as granite...and waited for her next move. She stood on either side of my hips facing me and then lowered herself, taking my manhood in her hand and guiding it up inside her warm wetness once again. Once I was inside, she sat straight up, arching her back and willing my cock deeper into her. Her legs then started pumping up and down. I was there for the ride...her ride, it seemed. I added my own thrusts as we fucked in the moonlight. The sweat started beading on her skin from her exertions, and our moans spoke volumes to each other...we both were enjoying every part of this experience. She continued pumping my cock in and out, but soon leaned forward and looked into my eyes. "This is for you..." She slowed her movements, and then she released her remaining gift of piss as she fucked me. The heat was too intense, the wash of her urine streaming onto my shaft and groin, puddling on my stomach, raining across my hips, soaking into the blanket. This was the ultimate gift...and I was so excited by it, my cock immediately twitched and I shot my load of milky cum deep into her steamy pussy. This put her over the edge as well, and while she still pissed, she shook through a deep and satisfying vaginal orgasm that caused her stream to start and stop 3 or 4 times as she thrashed. She collapsed onto me, my cock still inside. As our hearts slowed, we caught our breath and my cock softened and slipped out like a pussy turd. Following close behind, a flood of our combined cream oozed from her hot slit onto my cock and urine soaked skin. I had never felt so fulfilled in all my life. This woman was everything I had searched for, one who could nearly read my mind, who could grant me all my wishes. She was absolutely "the one". I held her close to me, never wanting to let her go. She spoke to me: "Brent, I have given you some of my most intimate gifts and you have accepted them." "I loved your gifts, Angie." "There is more that I have to offer...do you want to share in everything that I have...in all my desires and dangers?" I did not hesitate in my answer, although I did not fully understand the question. "I want everything from you, Angie. I do." "Are you sure, Brent?" She rose from my chest and looked in my eyes, probing me, looking for truth in my answer. "There is nothing that I want more than every part of you." I said it, and I meant it. I wanted to experience everything with her. She smiled and sunk back down onto me, trapping her piss and our sweat between our bodies. We lay there until the chill of the night caused her to shiver. "You're cold...lets go inside" I gently pushed her into a squatting position on top of me and raised myself up so that we were again face to face, as she sat on top of me. "One thing that you need to do before we go inside, Brent..." "And what's that, Angie?" "Don't YOU have to pee, yet?" I did, but I was planning on using the toilet...and I told her so. "Not so fast, dear. I gave you my warm pee...I think I deserve the same treatment, don't you?" She wanted me to piss on her. Oh my God. "Uh...ok, if that's what you want, Angie..." But my cock was already growing, just thinking about the act. She felt it too, and quickly grabbed me, forcing me inside her warm pussy, where I grew even more. "Then pee for me, Brent." "Now?? C'mon Angie, you're joking. I'm inside you...!" "Uh-huh." "...but I'm too hard, I don't think I can!" "Yes you can." "...but...but..." "Stop making excuses, Brent honey. I can wait...but I'm not sure YOU can, though." She smiled and settled herself into my lap, my thickening cock sliding deeper inside her by the second and I knew for a fact that she wasn't going anywhere until I peed. Oh man. Angie wanted me to pee INSIDE her...not ON her. The more I thought about it, the harder I got. This was most definitely beyond my WILDEST imaginings. I was hard as a rock again, and yes, I had to pee. But COULD I? Maybe if I came again...but no, I'd cum twice now, and I would last too long...I definitely needed to pee before then. She smiled again as she saw me thinking about this situation. This was cruelty. I had a beautiful younger woman sitting on my lap, with my cock deep inside her, who wanted me to piss while still inside her. Holy shit. "Maybe if we just sit here for a while until you get a little less excited, Brent. I won't move." And she did just that, draping her arms around my shoulders and sitting there, nibbling on my neck and ear, impaled on my cock, waiting for nature to take it's course. This was dirty. This was wicked. This was crazy. I had to piss. What was I to do? It took a little while, but eventually, I relaxed enough to switch on the 'I have to piss' mechanism and turn down the volume on the 'I have my cock in a warm pussy' mechanism. But could I really do this? Did she really want it? Jesus. My cock made up my mind for me. I had to go, and I had to go NOW. One last time I asked, "Are you sure, Angie, because I really need to go now..." "Fill 'er up, Brent!" And she smiled at me. The flood was coming and she was on the receiving end. Oh my GOD! And I started to piss. The stream was almost immediately strong, and it felt so weird (and exciting) to piss into her pussy. Her cunt cavern and my cock got super hot from my spray. I filled her for a few seconds until the piss literally burst out from her, soaking our groins, legs and the blanket. She had her head thrown back and she started bucking from the feeling of my urine stream hitting her cervix. I'm pretty sure that she was having another orgasm. Even though I was pissing I was growing harder. As I did, I started to fuck her once again. My piss stream died down, but I wanted to fuck...and she wanted to be fucked. I fell back to the blanket and we started into a true frenzy of fuck. We went at it with everything, and when I finally came, we both cried out with satisfaction from my climax. When we were able, she disconnected from me and we helped each other to our feet and walked into the house, leaving the piss soaked blanket on the deck. It was then that I saw the neighbors lights were on. Fuck them. "Brent, honey...I...we...need a shower." "Agreed, Angie." We held hands as we walked through the dark house, dripping sweat and piss and leaving a trail of sexual pheromones a retarded Indian could follow. "I need something...do you have a turkey baster?" "A turkey baster? Uh...yes! I don't dare ask why, but sure...it's in the kitchen." Once she had the baster in hand, we headed for the master bathroom. She reached into the shower and turned the water on full blast and entered as soon as the water was hot enough. I reached for a couple towels, hung them over the bar and joined her. We soaped each others bodies and then she reached for the baster. Filling it with hot water, she moved it between her legs, stuck it inside of her and squeezed. She repeated this a couple more times, until she was sure she had flushed the piss from inside her puss. We played a bit, then rinsed off and exited the shower, drying each other off with the fluffy towels. She took my hand and we slipped into my bed. She pulled the sheet over us and we held each other close. "Angie, this is like a dream come true for me. I have never met anyone who was so open sexually. I had no idea you were so...uh...so inventive...oh, maybe that's not the right word." "Inventive!" She chuckled a bit. "Maybe experimental is a better word, hon. I enjoy trying new things and re-doing things with and to my body that feel good to me." "Did you ever let Robert pee in you like that?" "Yes. Bob and I were always willing to color outside the lines in our sexual lives. We put so much effort and energy into making the business successful early in our marriage, we promised each other to put an equal amount of energy into our private lives, so we wouldn't become just another stale married couple." "That's really great, Angie. I tell you, I never imagined that this sort of thing went on between you two. Of course, I didn't spend much time thinking about it!" "Well, there are other things that we did that I definitely want to try with you, Brent...as long as I haven't scared you away, that is.." "Ang...I told you earlier that I want to try everything with you. You haven't scared me away at all." "Nice." And she cuddled closer to me. "As a matter of fact Angie, I've always had a pee fetish, and I never let anyone know. When you asked me to watch you pee, I nearly came that moment!" "I'm so glad. To be honest, I also have always had a fascination with pee. When I was little, my Mom used to come in and pee whenever I was in the bathroom. I'm sure that where it started." "Are you serious??? MY mother did the same thing!" And then I got a weird feeling deep in my stomach. I froze as I thought of the possible connection. Could it be???? No, it was too far fetched...yet Angie was around 10 years younger than me... "What is it, Brent? What's the matter??" "Um...What's your Moms name, Angie?" To be continued... Watching Her Go Ch. 03 Dear readers: I have gotten many positive responses to both chapter one and chapter two. I'm very pleased that this story captured the imaginations of may of you and it ranks high on the boards. Although I wish this story could continue on the same path, I found that as I wrote it, the characters made me go on a journey that was unexpected even to me. This chapter delves into a darker realm and may not be to everyones liking. But I ask that you read it with an open mind and judge it - not on the content - but on where Brent and Angie made me go. More chapters are sure to come. Angie has more to give to her man. "Mom's name? It's Noelle...why do you ask?" It might have been the tension as it was released from me...or just a reaction to her words, but a little shiver ran through me right then. Noelle...oh thank you thank you thank you. I smiled at her to try and hide my relief and my obviously incorrect assumption. My mothers name was Mary. "Oh, nothing...I was just being ridiculous." And I was. That's for sure. She looked at me for a while...trying to delve into my mind. "Brent, were you thinking that we had the same mother???" And she giggled a little. "How could that be?" "You're going to think I'm nuts, Angie." As I thought about it more deeply, even I thought I was nuts to have even considered the possibility. "When you told me that your mom used to pee in front of you, and the fact that mine did too....well, it was just a weird coincidence...I mean, how many moms DO that?" Maybe it was more common than one would think. "To top that off, my mother left us when I was pretty young...and with you being younger than me.....Oh I guess I just had an odd feeling about that. I have to admit that as I talk about it, I can see how ridiculous the thought really is. I must be delirious from our evening together." I smiled at her and held her closer. "Delirium. That's a terrific trait in a brother." And she laughed. Ok. Lets play this little game for a while. "Well...my sister has a pee fetish..." We giggled at the silliness of this whole conversation while we stroked each others soft clean bodies. "Actually, Brent...I have other fetishes as well. Your 'sister' is pretty deviant." "Really! I have a perverted sister? How deliciously interesting!" We continued our verbal play for a bit longer and soon found ourselves sampling each other again with my hardness slipping gently in and out of her velvety warmth. There was no rush this time, we were just two people enjoying each other in an act of intimate love. Soon we rolled so I was on my back where she straddled me and got to work, searching for our release......... ****** We kept our newly found lust separate from our work lives. There was unquestionably no need to involve employees and co-workers in our personal life. As I previously mentioned, we have a wonderful crew of people who work at the business. They are family as much as anyone could be, but no need to get tongues wagging with gossip about the bosses. In my experience, nothing is more disruptive than gossip. We didn't need any of that. The next night I went to her townhouse and she cooked a fantastic meal that we consumed on her balcony. As we ate, we watched the parade of humanity in this posh section of the city which is known as the Pearl. After finishing our 2nd bottle of local Pinot Gris, we headed upstairs to her bed, where she removed my clothes and blindfolded me. To my surprise, she then tied my hands to the sides of the headboard with silken ropes. I heard her as she freed herself of her own clothes and climbed on the bed to sit next to me. It felt exquisite as she ran her fingers across my chest and lapped at my cock and balls with her wet tongue. She quite unexpectedly wrapped her cotton panties around my hard cock and masterfully masturbated me, slowly jamming her delicate finger in my ass to massage my prostate until I spewed creamy ropes of cum on her hands, wrists and panties. She undid my blindfold and I watched in appreciation as she rubbed her hands and those sticky panties all over her breasts, tummy and pussy. Tossing the used panties back onto my upper chest so I could smell our combined scent, she lay down on her back with her head at the footboard. She scooted forward until her exquisite pussy was almost touching my spent, soft cock and recently drained balls. She spread her legs to straddle my own and almost immediately started to masturbate. I lay there tied and unable to use my hands to assist in her ministrations, but I watched with intensity as fondled her gash with self-love. She used her left hand to spread open her folds, while the fingers of her right hand made circles around her blood engorged clitoris. She would occasionally dip her fingers into her wet hole and draw some fluids out to use as a massage cream. Her eyes closed and her moans started as she made herself hotter and wetter. The fingers of her right hand moved with increasing tempo until eventually they were nothing but a blur as she ravaged her flesh – reaching for the powerful orgasm she held inside her tight body. Her moans increased in depth and volume and soon she called out.... "...cumming...I'm cumming...ughhh ughhhghhgghh..." She used both hands to hold herself open and I watched her pussy as it spasmed and pulsed with her intense release. I lay mesmerized as her clit moved up and down with each wave. My God, what a view she gave me. When she came down from her pleasure, she raised her head to look at me, smiled and then released once again, only this time it was the confines of her full bladder. Her stream started gently, quickly becoming a strong spray of super hot piss. The yellow stream arched from her and landed on my stomach and groin, splashing playfully all over my skin. I longed to touch the stream with my fingers, but I could not as I was still a prisoner of her desire. She shifted her groin downwards and aimed her urine directly at my newly awakened cock, ultimately soaking me from chest to ass. Soon she dribbled to a stop and we lay there in her pool of piss, the liquid soaking into her bedding. "That was unbelievably sexy...but you've wet your sheets and stained your mattress with that little show, Angie." We wouldn't be sleeping in THIS bed tonight, of that I was certain. She laughed and pushed herself up onto her elbows, moving slightly forward so that our groins now touched. My cock slid across her wetness. "Bob and I would have gone through many mattresses by now, if that were the case. I have a waterproof sheet below the bed pad. Nothing is problematic here...well...except your obvious inability to use your hands, that is." And she giggled. She had a point. "Hmmm. Do you think we could do something about that Angie? I feel the need of a little bladder relief myself. Tied as I am, I can't reach the bathroom or even control the direction of my pee." "Oh, then let ME help you, since you have such an unfortunate problem." She moved my legs together and kneeled on the wet bedding – straddling my groin and legs. She took my cock in her soft hands, pointed it at her puss, looked into my eyes...and waited for the surge. Although her hands were hot on my cock, I restrained from hardening again and relaxed my bladder to give her what she wanted. The wine had done its trick and I let go with a blast of amber that she aimed right at her clit. "That's so HOT...that's so good!!!" and she used my yellow stream to massage all her sensitive spots, eventually mashing her groin onto mine as I pissed and pissed and pissed, never wanting this to end. I needed to grab her and hold her, but the silken bonds held me, arms outstretched. As my waters ended, she lay down on me, unafraid of the wetness. We lay quietly for some time. It was she who broke the silence. "I love you, Brent." "And I love you, Angie." She continued to lay across my chest, but now reached to untie the ropes that held me prisoner. Once my wrists were free, I wrapped my arms around her and held her, never wanting to let go. I felt her melt as she gave herself over to me. This was certain love. This was us. The golden liquids beneath us soon turned cool and we knew we must let go of one another and get up. We kissed, and as one, moved to stand on either side of the bed to grab the handfuls of sodden material, stripping our flows from the mattress True to her word, under the bed pad was a soft thin sheet of material that prevented our combined urine from spoiling the materials. I followed as she led me to the washer, where we left them to dance together in the water. She led me by hand back through her bedroom and straight into her master bath. "I think we should shower, Brent. But first, I need you to do something for me." "Of course, my love. Tell me." "Remember that you said that you would do anything for me? That you wanted everything from me?" "Yes, Angie...it was only yesterday." And I smiled at the wonderful memory. "Now is the time to prove that. I need you to watch me as I go to the bathroom." "Wow! I'm surprised you have any left, Angie...you peed a good long time...." And then it hit me. Not pee...she wanted me to watch her as she...as she pooped! Huh? Her head down, she spoke again, but looked at the floor. "Brent, I'm covered in piss...our piss. I have to GO and I need you to watch. I need to feel you stare at me as I go. It makes me feel vulnerable and exposed. Please watch me. Please say you will." And she looked up at me. She wanted to feel vulnerable. She wanted me to be there as she did a very private thing. Likely the MOST private thing a woman does. Not something that anyone watches. But she said she needed me there. To expose her private act. Sure, I had heard the sounds back when I hid in the stalls in college. But I wasn't IN THERE with them. I didn't watch as they relaxed, or pushed or grimaced or wiped. Could I do this? The words came tumbling out without my consent. "Show me how you go, Angie." She smiled a small smile and led me to the toilet as she spoke. "You need to look at me, Brent. You need to watch me. Don't look away. Promise me that you will watch. Promise me..." "I promise." She turned and sat. I stood in the doorway and watched as her bottom and her upper thighs spread out from the pressure of the seat. She seemed so delicate as she sat there. I don't think I could have turned away even if I wanted to. Knowing what she was about to do gave me the oddest feeling. Like I was part of a ritual that no one should ever witness. She did look exposed and vulnerable. "I'm embarrassed, but I need you here. I've never done this before. Not even with Bob. Tell me to go, Brent. Tell me when to go. I have to GO, Brent" I knew that this had nothing to do with sex. For all I knew, it might even have to do with her mother...or her father. This was painful to her, but at the same time, it was necessary. It was a purge of something in her psyche. I was a necessary part of this. But I knew that there was something left unsaid. I groped for the meaning as I stared down at her. "Not yet, Angie. You can't do it yet. You need to wait." "I CAN'T wait. I need to go. Oh...please let me go. Please." Was I wrong? Had I guessed wrong? Was this right?? "No, Angie. Not yet." It was strange. I felt empowered by my words and her responses. I reached for her face and lifted it so that she looked at me. I leaned down and kissed her supple lips. I went to my knees and nuzzled her neck as I stroked her body. "...I need to..." I smelled her hair...clean with a faint aroma of our urine mixed in. I played my fingers down her back and across her spread bottom and forward to her thighs. I parted her legs. "Brent...I have to GO...I need you to let me go..." A small puft of gas escaped from her rear. "...ohhh..." Boldly, my right hand snaked between her thighs and touched her pussy. And I reached further back to her puckered asshole that held back her waste. I cupped her ass and used my middle finger to probe her opening. "...oh Brent, please..." I slid it in gently...only a little...and met the mass that she held back. I listened to her whimpers for a full minute and then removed my finger from her most private place. I felt another small escape of gas. Was I being cruel, or was this what she wanted? "I can't hold it...!" I brought my hand out and rubbed my recently hidden finger on the back of her neck, beneath her hair. Marking her as the dirty girl she wanted to be. "It's coming out...oh God, I need to go...please let me go...." I leaned back and looked at her. "You may go." And almost at once, I heard the unmistakable cracking sounds as her long held waste forced open her anus and moved downward to slide from her body to the bowl. I watched her face as it went from pain to relief with that first release. "Ughh..." And then a splash. She reached back and flushed the evidence away. As the toilet finished it's flush I watched her face crinkle as she pushed more out. As I said, I knew this was not about sex...but it was so intimate...so private...so forbidden. I grew hard as I watched her go. I stood up and continued to watch this beautiful creature in the middle of her dirtiest time. In a few moments she seemed to completely relax. "Are you done?" "I think so. Oh thank you, Brent. Thank you for being here...for watching me...for making me wait. Thank you for touching me before I went." She was actually thanking me. For watching her as she pooped. For making her wait. For touching her...for marking her as mine. She reached for the toilet paper. "No. Don't wipe yourself yet." I wasn't sure where I was going with this yet, but something told me that she didn't need to wipe. Or...I didn't want her to. I reached back and flushed again and lifted her to a standing position as her waste spun down and away. It was only then that I noticed the earthy smell of her act. Not a gagging, reeking smell, but one that was somehow...well...sexy. It was of her. I held her in my arms for a while and then reached across to the shower door. I opened it and turned the water on. She leaned into me and shivered as the water heated up. When it was ready, we both walked into the large shower and I turned her so her backside faced the spray. She knew what I was doing and she bent over and spread her cheeks and legs, allowing me to wash away the remnants of her exertions. I knew right away that this was more than I had thought. I was washing away whatever demons she had previously hidden. This was a new beginning for her...for us. The past washed down the drain. To be continued... Watching Her Go Ch. 04 By request, I continue the story of Brent and Angie. Willing partners discovering and experimenting with their sexuality. This part of the story involves menstrual awakening and exploration. Once again, I ask that you vote on the content and FLOW of the story itself. Please do not give a low vote because of the subject matter only. If you are not a fan of this type of sexual play, you may want to read something else, but I do hope you give this story a chance. Your public comments and private emails are welcome always. I will respond to those of you who wish a response. Enjoy! * After the 'episode' in the bathroom, our relationship seemed to reach a new level...a higher plateau. We both knew that something unspoken had changed for us, and especially for her. We knew that what she had done, what she had asked for, had given her the freedom to let go of her past and allowed her the strength and courage to face the future. I was glad that her future included me. We enjoyed intense sexual encounters nightly, and although we did wet each other often, we neither spoke about nor alluded to 'that other time' on the toilet. It was unnecessary. We knew what had transpired, and I was quite sure it would remain a private, one time event. Our business life remained completely separate from the private life that we shared. There were times over the next two weeks that she needed to make client visits, some lasting for a few days. At those times, we spoke by phone of strictly business during the day, but our calls to each other at night were private and exciting. During her last trip away, we talked for hours one night and our conversation eventually lead to us to enjoy a mutual masturbation session, with both of us reaching orgasm within seconds of the other. Afterwards, I asked her to taste herself, to taste her orgasm. She did, but ruminated that there was none of my semen to add to the flavor. I promised to remedy that the next time we were together. She arrived back on a Friday afternoon and went straight home, rather than coming to the office first. Her call to Joyce, our receptionist, was a simple statement that she was tired and needed to rest. I understood only too well, as that particular client was troublesome to say the least. After work, I drove to her townhouse and found her asleep on top of the covers of her bed, fully clothed. She wore a mid thigh skirt, a business blouse and nylons. She looked so delicate, with the afternoon light playing across her body through the shades. She lay on her stomach facing toward her right, with her right leg pulled up and her arms beneath her head. I gently sat on the bed with her and caressed her back and her nylon clad legs. My hands reached beneath her skirt to cup her sensuous ass and eventually, my hands found their way between her legs to feel the warmth trapped inside her leggings. As I touched her, she stirred and let out a small moan unlike any that she had given to me in the past. I looked at her face and saw pain etched upon her fine features. Another groan escaped her. "Are you ok, Ang?" I asked with true concern. This was so unlike her. "ughhh....I feel like a truck ran me over. I got my period this morning, and it's a doozy...Rub my lower back please?" And she shifted a bit to give me better access from where I sat. I gently massaged her using even pressure with my thumbs, palms and fingers on where I thought it might feel better to her. She shifted to allow me to unbutton and unzip her skirt. "Sorry you feel so bad, hon." I was indeed sorry. I hated to see her feel any kind of physical discomfort. As I rubbed her back, she made little moaning sounds that spoke volumes of the menstrual pain that she was experiencing. "Brent, I need to sleep this off. I just need some rest." "I understand, Angie. Can I get you anything? Can I help in any way?" "No, babe. I'm sure I'll feel better tomorrow." I understood. I kissed her gently and got up to leave. She was heading towards the bathroom as I exited her bedroom. I went downstairs and made myself a drink, then sat on the balcony to contemplate life and watch the world go by. When I awoke from my unexpected nap, it was dark. Checking my watch, I was surprised to see that it was now 10:15. I rose, stretched, and went back inside. Putting a kettle on to make tea, I rummaged through Angie's refrigerator in search of a quick bite. Finding very little, I grabbed a handful of grapes and ate them as I waited for the kettle to boil. I steeped the Orange Pekoe tea and took out two mugs, thinking that she might want some, if she were awake. I took a tray, the tea and a bowl of grapes and headed up to her room. It was dark, so I adjusted the dimmer switch to provide me some safety, as well as an unexpectedly delectable view of my love as she slept. She lay on her back on top of her covers, a short blue nightgown barely covering her stomach. Her breasts strained against the silky material...were they bigger than usual? One arm was to her side, her left arm was above her head, resting across her pillow. Her right leg was bent and canted to the side, allowing me an amazing view of her trimmed bush...with the white string of her tampon hanging out from the folds of her pussy. I got an instant erection. Here was this perfect specimen of female form, delicate looking in the pale light, looking every bit as sexy as I had ever seen her. During the past weeks, I had often watched her as she slept, scanning her beautiful form, drinking in her body. But this time it was different. It was the first time I had seen her nearly naked during her period. I knew that she, as all women, went through a monthly cycle. But we had never spoken of it. To tell the truth, I had never even thought about it, even though we had intimately shared other bodily fluids. But it was that little string that completed the picture. My eyes were drawn to that dainty line of white, as it emerged from inside her. I saw the point where it disappeared from my view and I mentally followed it to the other end. To the short column of cotton that was slowly expanding as it absorbed her blood and stopped the flow from running freely from between her legs. I was so hard, it hurt. I put the tray down, stripped out of my pants and underwear and walked quietly to stand close to her. I sank to my knees and looked to her face to see if she had stirred. I reached out with my hand and I hovered above her mound, not daring to touch her, to wake her. But my better sense eluded me as my fingers descended and lightly touched the cotton string. I grasped it between my thumb and index finger and twirled it, watching the end flip gently around, within my hand. I tugged on the string just enough to feel the resistance from within. I could feel the lubrication leaking from my cock. I let go of the tampon string and brought my face close to her pussy. I breathed deeply to try and detect any difference in her scent as she bled. Nothing seemed different, yet I took another deep whiff just to make sure. "Smell ok?" I instantly threw my head back, startled from her voice, and embarrassed by my actions. I must have turned 4 shades of red. "I'm so sorry, Angie. I don't know what came over me. It was something about the way you lay here...I couldn't resist...I'm so sorry." I stammered through my apology as my cock dwindled in size. What a fool I was. She was in pain, and trusted me to leave her alone. What did I do? I let my sexual fantasies get the better of me and took advantage of her in some sick twist of my mind. Lord, I am such an asshole. She pulled herself up and lay back on her elbows. "I asked if I smell ok, Brent. I didn't ask for an apology for your curiosity." I looked at her with a confused and red face. "Uh...yeah...I mean yes, you smell fine. No. I mean you smell great. Oh geeze, I'm so embarrassed." "Don't be embarrassed. I like that you are interested in me, even during my period. Many men want nothing to do with women during our cycles. I'm glad you're interested." "Thanks Angie. But I'm still sorry that I was doing this while you slept. I had no right to do what I was doing." I might as well have said 'Yes, Angie, I'm a jerk.' "Are you still in pain?" "Actually, I feel much better now. I took a few Advil and the sleep must have helped." She looked at my nakedness and grinned at me as she spoke. "Were you masturbating while you smelled me?" "NO! I mean no, I wasn't. I had a raging erection from looking at you, so I took my pants off to ease my comfort. Well...I suppose the thought HAD crossed my mind. You really looked sexy. Good lord, I AM an idiot." "Brent, honey. Look at me." I turned to face her, turning redder still. "I want to share everything with you. You know that. I'm not angry with you for your curiosity. I'm kinda turned on that you were doing this. Do you want to know more about my period? I'm happy to share...all of me. Do you understand?" I wasn't sure I did completely understand, but I wasn't ready to let this conversation die. "Yes. I DO want to know more. I'm not a pervert, I swear to you." She laughed a bit. "May I look again?" "You can do whatever you wish. Look, smell, touch....taste, even. Come up here." She continued to rest on her elbows as I immediately scooted onto the bed. Resting on my stomach and arms, I lay with my head between her legs and got a close up look at her puss. She spread her legs a bit further a part with her knees bent and I softly caressed the back of her thighs as I edged closer to the cotton candy string that she held so firmly between her lower lips. I breathed deeply once again to see if I could detect any difference, but I couldn't. She merely smelled lovely, as she always did. "It's very sexy, seeing this string hanging from you, Angie." "Is it? I never thought of it as exciting. What is it that you find so thrilling, Brent?" "Hmmm. Well, I guess the fact that this is not something that I would see everyday. Ever, actually. It seems so forbidden. Men are not usually privy to the world of menstruation. We are shut out of that part of the reproductive cycle. To see this up close is absolutely turning me on. May I touch?" "Of course!" I took the string and pulled slightly, to straighten in out, then slid it up and down her vertical slit. "Does that bother you, Angie?" "No. I do wish you would stop teasing, and lick me, though." My cock had once again regained its powerful rigidity and now lay uncomfortably crushed between me and the bed. I adjusted myself to ease the discomfort. Then I used the fingers of my left hand to spread her outer lips, while I still held the string with my right. She lay back on the pillow and shifted her ass forward, giving me better access to her entire mound. I stared at the white cotton string where it disappeared into her vagina and once again, drank in her scent. Pulling it to the right, I dragged the tip of my tongue from just below the string up to her clit. She moaned appreciatively. I then flattened my tongue and repeated the process 5 or 6 more times. She tensed with each lick, holding the string and tampon tight, then released her hold after my lick, allowing me to pull the string slightly from her pussy. Each lick and subsequent pull revealed more and more of its length. I continued licking, feeling her relax, and pulling the string, which was getting wetter by the second. When I pulled again, I looked at the once white string and saw that it was coming out of her tinged with a crimson hue. Pulling on it again, the tip of the tampon itself appeared, attached to the string in some magical way. I stopped my tugging and looked at my prize as it emerged from her. "Brent, it you're going to pull it that far out, just remove it completely. But it's probably pretty bloody, so be on guard..." I felt her relax her vaginal muscles completely and pulled the plug from within its hidden chamber. It slid out surprisingly easily and swung from her, bumping into my chin. I moved my head back and looked at the once white cylinder, completely soaked in her blood on one side and slightly expanded from the red fluid. It was streaked with her menstrual discharge on the other side, but not completely red, as I had expected. I felt her prop herself on her elbows again. "Let me see it, Hon." I held it up for her to see and she took it from me, examining it quickly. "Not as bad as I figured." She placed it in a tissue that she had held in her other hand and placed the bloody package on her bedside table. She lay back down and sighed. "Now there's nothing to get in your way, Brent. Why don't you continue what you were doing, if you want to, that is." "You KNOW I want to, Angie." I moved closer to her and put my nose nearly between her lips. I inhaled deeply of her, and to my delight, I smelled her fresh menstrual scent, mixed with her secretions. It was heavenly. Angie always smelled good, but this new scent was nearly an aphrodisiac to me. "You smell wonderful, babe. I bet you taste even better." "Please find out, Brent. The anticipation is killing me. Lick me...taste me...make me wet. Make me cum, Brent." I didn't need to be asked twice. Using my hands, I pushed on the back of her thighs and lifted her spread legs in the air. I started at her crinkly rosebud and used the flat of my tongue to swab the entire area of her juicy pussy. The delicate inner lips quivered as I drew my tongue across them. She moaned her appreciation to me. There was no mistaking that sound as anything other than sexual bliss. The sweet taste of her pussy was better than it had ever been. I stopped long enough to gaze at her, hoping to see some release of her blood. Either there was none, or I had licked her completely clean. I told her this. "So you want to see my blood, do, you? Good things come to those who wait. Come up here and kiss me." I climbed up to her face and we smiled at each other, then kissed deeply, melting into each other. My turgid cock lay against her groin, oozing my lubrication onto her skin. I moved my leg up and crushed my upper thigh into her pussy. She ground her breasts and pelvis against me and moaned through our kiss. Still kissing me, she rolled me to my side and then to my back. Eventually breaking our kiss, she turned towards my feet, put her leg to the other side of me and placed her pussy right above my face. It was a lovely site to behold with her wet lips thick with her excitement. I watched in amazement as she bared down and pushed with her muscles, causing her vagina to close briefly, then open. A small rivulet of her fresh menses appeared from within her and slid slowly from her pussy. She pushed again and it increased in volume. The crimson flood that she offered to me lay within my reach. She lay forward and waited for my tongue. She waited for me to take her blood, to drink from her. I felt her breath on my pulsing cock as the flow emerged from her. She pushed again and I watched it run out to form a drop of red nectar that hung from her inner lips. I leaned my head in and began to lap at her, drinking and sucking the blood from within her. She took my cock in her mouth and sat full upon my face in one motion. She used my tongue as a miniature cock and fucked my face as she went to work on my cock, sucking on me and massaging my balls and shaft. I ate her pussy with a vengeance and soon heard her groan on my cock and felt her mighty orgasm as it exploded from deep within. She smothered me with a mixture of her fluids as she bucked and rocked on my face. When she finally came down from her cum, she unglued her cunt from my face and slid down my body, still facing away from me. She took my hardness in her hand, aimed it at her pussy lips and slowly sat down on me, enveloping my thick, pulsing penis within her wet, hot, bloody hole. She leaned forward just enough for me to watch my cock slide in and out of her. Her ass and lips were flushed with blood and cum. Each time I withdraw from her, I could see the red streaks of her flow painting my shaft. She suddenly sat up straight and started to fuck me hard, wanting my creamy load. "Give it to me, fill me, fill my bloody pussy with your cum, fuck me...fuck me...fill me up. Ugh ugh ugh...Come on Babe, paint me, fill me, fuck me...ugh ughhhhh" The sight of her riding me, her sexually charged words and the intense feelings eventually overpowered me and I felt the inevitable steaming churn of cum as it ripped from my balls, raced through my shaft and drilled her insides with blast after blast. "YES, YES!!! Fill me up!!! Ooohhh...God, yes...ughhhh oooohhh yes" She slowed her ride up and down on my dick and I watched the frothy mixture of cum and blood squish out from around the ring of her pussy, sliding down my shaft to paint my groin with our combined fluids. As I softened, she pulled herself off of my cock and eased her ass and pussy back down, rubbing the bloody milkshake all over my stomach. "Oh God, Angie, you are an amazing woman, nearly able to read my mind. Knowing just what will feel good, look good, taste good to me. I love you. I love you so much" She sat up and turned to face me. Her look told me everything. "I love you too. But I've got my blood all over your face, your stomach, your cock. I'll need to clean you up. I have just the cleansing agent to do that." And with those words, she stood over me, pulled open her lips and began to drain her hot urine all over me. It ran down the inside of her legs and when her stream grew stronger, it splashed against me, from my face to my balls. She washed me and cleansed me with her golden liquid, and I never felt so in love as I did at that very moment. When her stream trickled to a stop, she pulled me to a standing position and we hugged. She took me by the hand and led me to her shower, where we washed and caressed each other until our bodies squeaked. We left the shower and dried each other, even spraying baby powder over each other. She sat on the toilet, spread her legs and let me watch as she pushed a fresh new tampon inside of her, a clean white cotton string dangling once again from her luscious lower lips. Watching Her Go Ch. 05 Welcome to the next installment of the story that chronicles our heroes - Brent and Angie. I've enjoyed writing this story, and have had readers ask that this couple explore completely different directions in their sexual discovery. To make this possible, I have written the start of chapter 5 and have given you, the reader, the choice to go one way or the other. I do hope you like the opportunity to make your own decisions.... * I awakened early Saturday morning and glanced over to see Angie still sleeping. Gosh. When did that woman ever NOT look good? Climbing naked from the bed, I shuffled to the bathroom and proceeded to brush my teeth. 'Might as well kill two birds with one stone' I thought, and walked to the water closet, started the flow and relieved the pressure which had built up in my bladder throughout the night. I dribbled to a finish, and still brushing, decided I might as well get rid of that deeper pressure as well. I turned and plunked myself down on the seat. Shutting my eyes, yet still furiously swabbing my teeth and gums, I clenched and unclenched through a series of pushes to start the ball rolling, as it were. Just as I began to feel movement, I had an odd feeling that I was not alone. Snapping my eyes open, I was still a bit surprised to see Angie standing right in front of me. My ass immediately attempted to clamp itself shut. "What are you doing, Brent?" she asked innocently. Angie looked so damn fine in her short, cream colored camisole and ruffled morning hairdo. Especially fine. "Uh...morning ritual, hon. You might want to come back in a bit." I managed to mumble through the foamy paste in my mouth. "Why ever would I want to come back? My favorite man is right here, and I like what I'm seeing. Looks like you are in need of some relief. Have I interrupted you from something important?" She smiled ever so slightly and innocently reached down to pull the tampon string from between her legs so it dangled freely from her mons. She stood with her legs parted slightly and innocuously twirled the string with one finger. "Sort of. I...uh...well...I need to use the bathroom." I felt some of the foam slide from the corner of my mouth as I tried to speak clear enough for her to understand. "Well, I need to use the potty myself, but it looks like you beat me to it." She rubbed her slightly distended tummy with her other hand. "I'm quite full. And I really should change this tampon. It's probably pretty saturated by now." And she tugged at the string a little. I felt my cock start to harden. I parted my legs and drooled some of the toothpaste into the bowl. She took a few steps closer to me until her knees brushed my own. With my mouth no longer filled with toothpaste, I spoke quickly. "Your turn. I'll let you use it now, Angie." I started to get up, but she held me in place with her hand on my shoulder. She scooted forward a bit and facing me, sat right down on my lap. "No reason to get up, Brent honey. I can see that you really need to go. I can wait...I think. I hope so, anyway." There was no way I was going to be able to take a dump with her sitting on top of me. I didn't even like to take a crap in public bathrooms. I never wanted people to hear me go. I almost always waited until I was alone. "I won't be able to go with you here, Angie. Why don't I let you use the toilet. I'll wait until you're done." "Ok. That sounds like a good idea. I do have to go pretty badly." She scooted closer, wrapped her arms around me, kissed me squarely on the mouth and let out a sexy little moan. Almost immediately I felt the unmistakable warmth and wetness as she relaxed her bladder and let go right on top of me. Her urine squirted from her and eventually found its way past my lap and into the bowl where it mixed with my own, as well as to the floor, where it puddled at our feet. The sweet yet acrid aroma of her morning piss reached my nostrils and caused my cock to grow harder as it rose up to meet her steaming stream of pee. She broke our kiss and leaned back, spreading her legs further so that her deep yellow jet of piss was visible to us both as it shot from between her silky thighs. My cock had almost completely hardened as my ball sack received the onslaught of her shower. "Oh, that feels SO much better. I really DID have to go." Her stream slowly subsided until her pussy dripped with the finality of her golden nectar. "But my tampon needs changing, and you still have to go potty. Whatever shall we do?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ok readers...this is where you get to decide what happens.... If you want a version that's pretty "out there", you'll want to read " Watching Her Go Ch5b". If you want a less "dirty" version, look for "Watching Her Go Ch5a". Happy reading! Watching Her Go Ch. 05a Chapter 5 continues in less dirty fashion. * Here I sat, on the throne, Angie sitting on top of me, her hot golden urine soaking me from groin to ankles, tampon string hanging from her pussy... I still sorta had to GO and I had an erection to beat the band. Whatever shall we do??? Was she kidding me??? This woman THRILLED me! "Well, I can't "go" now sweetheart. But we CAN do something about that tampon, and you've given me a hard-on that isn't going away anytime soon. I have a FEW ideas." She smiled, hugged me with obvious pleasure and anticipation and waited for instructions. "Okay, Brent. Just tell me what you want me to do." "First, we'll need to remove that tampon. Stand in front of me." She shimmied back and then stood in front of me, her beautiful thighs wet and dripping from her piss shower. I asked her to spread her legs and squat a little. "Like this?" Oh yes, just like that. I nodded my assent and reached for her string, pulling it down slightly so it hung from her, heavy with her absorbed urine. I leaned forward and looked at her crotch and I don't think that I had ever seen a more beautiful vision in all my days. "Are you going to pull it out, hon? "In a second, Angie. I just want to look for a while." "Okay, babe, look as long as you want, but it needs to come out soon. I don't think it can absorb any more. I bleed pretty heavy the first couple days" She smiled and stood there, waiting for me to make my next move. I seriously think she would have stood there all day, had I wanted her to, but I had other things on my mind, and my erection needed attention soon. I reached for the once white string and gripped it between thumb and forefinger. I pulled gently on it and felt her relax enough to release her internal grip upon the saturated cotton plug. Slowly I drew it from within her until it dropped from the folds of her labia and it swung below my hand. She was right, it was completely soaked in menstrual blood, with only a little white showing along one side of it. I looked back to her, and found that she still stood in the same pose, legs spread, smiling down at me. "Do I have to put another in right away, Angie? Oh god, I hoped not. "No, but unless you want to see me dripping, you had better replace it with something else." She was right. With her legs spread like that, I could see that her pussy could hold back her bloody flood only for so long before it seeped out from between the folds of her labia and dripped to the floor. Of course, that was my hope. I would wait and watch. I wanted nothing more than to see her lips redden and watch her crimson drips as they fell to stain the tiles. And she knew that was what I wanted. She smiled a knowing smile. Soon enough, she gave up her struggle to keep it contained and I watched as her labial lips took on the unmistaken hue of rich blood as gravity drew it down and out of her. I leaned even closer and nearly licked her, but instead, took a deep whiff of the woman I loved. She who held nothing back from me, she who let me watch her every intimacy. She dripped her gift of blood to the floor. That was all I could take. I stood and spun her, bending her over. She bent her legs and thrust her ass towards me, urging me to take her from behind. She used her hands and spread her ass cheeks apart, opening herself to me. Her bloodied pussy was like a bulls eye target for the arrow that was my cock, and I speared her where she stood, sinking my hardness into her warmth. I grabbed her waist, still holding the bloody tampon and pistoned in and out of her, lusting at her, FUCKING her and she was doing her best to help me, to urge me deeper and faster and harder and rougher. "Fill me...fill me, Brent! FUCK me...USE me...uuunnngghhh....oh GOD...Fill my bleeding pussy with your cum...SPRAY me with your seed...." The more she talked and moaned, the harder I fucked her, wanting nothing more than to give her what she craved. I pumped into her, looking down and seeing my bloody cock as it slid in and out of her until I felt the intense churning deep in my balls... "Oh fuck Angie, I'm going to fill you, blast you...ughhughhughhh...cummingggg...!" And I came harder than I ever had as I held myself deep inside, my cock head hard against her cervix as blast after blast of cum coated her walls with my orgasm. My knees were weak with exhaustion, but I held myself inside her, until I had filled her completely. I pulled out and she stood and turned, falling into my arms as we kissed with a passion that was hotter than a thousand suns. When we broke our kiss, she moaned and murmured into my ear that I needed to help her come now, and she pulled me into the bedroom, my cock and her pussy dripping as we walked. She lay down on top of the white sheets, not worrying about the inevitable stains. She pulled her legs up and spread them, giving me no doubt as to what she wanted from me. I moved between her legs and kissed my way toward her pussy, wanting nothing more than to taste our passion, to drink our recent lovemaking, to make her shiver with my butterfly kisses. I needed no prompting to caress her thighs, to blow on her clit, to lick her slit, to clean her with my mouth. I was single minded and the only thing I wanted was for HER to experience a mind blowing orgasm. Nothing would stop me from this mission, this NEED that we both had. I devoured her, sucking on her clit, licking deep inside her, tasting my own cum as it mixed with her lubrication and her blood. She moaned and cried out as I searched for her release, as I greedily took her juices as quickly as she could release them. My hands roamed over her skin, bringing her closer and closer to the little death that she so desired. I nibbled at her labia and bit the insides of her thighs and ate her pussy because I needed to taste her as she exploded onto my mouth. I craved to feel her as she shook and shivered. I wanted to hear her as she moaned through her orgasmic bliss. And it built within her to a point that it could not be contained until she CAME with a fury that shook our worlds. The earth stood still as she heaved and bucked and screamed and died and lived and we became one being fused together mouth to groin. Who WAS this woman that gratified my every wish, my every desire? How had we come together like this? Why had fate stepped in to make me so happy?