0 comments/ 35826 views/ 7 favorites Better the Second Time Around By: anonymous3 Better the Second Time Around This story is fictional. Events portrayed did not occur. Better the Second Time Around "Ethan, it's obvious you and Tasha are good together. Watching what she just did with you was quite a turn-on for me. It made me lust for a potty partner. Honestly, if it's ok with you, I can't wait till I have to take a shit; I would gladly take you with me. I won't target your face the first time out though. But, right now, I swear my bladder wants to burst." She gave me a very stern look, then leaned into my ear and said coolly, "So please sit your ass down and spread out so I have a nice target to piss on." With a grin, I threw a military salute and hollered, "Yes, Ma'am!" right there in the shower. I carefully made my knees and shifted so my torso was under her pussy. Kim squatted just a bit and made sure she had her footing. A few seconds later, warm urine squirted out of her second set of lips. It stopped. Kim took a breath, and let herself relax again. Kim's stream of piss restarted with a rush. It hit me in the belly and I saw little droplets splashing off. She had to have been holding it for a while. After a second to grow used to the gushing stream, I relaxed with the warmth and wetness. I swear it continued for almost thirty seconds. I didn't count, but it lasted longer than any of Tasha's efforts to drain her bladder. Kim sighed with the feeling of relief. "Dammit, yessss...ohhhh, shit," I heard her moan as she stood with her hands braced out to either side of her. As her stream ended, I stood carefully. She started the water and cleared a surprising amount of pee down the drain. She soaped her rag again and thoroughly washed her vagina. I proceeded to wash my hair and then took up the body scrubber, soaped and rinsed. Out we stepped. Kim wrapped her hair, then dried with the second towel and wrapped herself. Realizing I was now in need, she went over to the cabinet in the wall behind the door and threw another towel across the room to me. I used it, then reclaimed my clothes and put them on. Kim took hers and left the room, beckoning me to follow. We ended up in the guest room. Kim told me to close the door; I did. The towel came off her head; she rubbed her long hair vigorously for several minutes. She wrapped her head again the towel covering her body dropped away. Her ass had intrigued me from the start. I took a couple seconds to gawk. It wasn't super wide, but there was a very healthy roundness to her cheeks. They were lightly tanned. Hell yes. I took three steps and lowered to my knees behind her. Gently, I placed my hands at her waist. I pressed my lips to the left cheek and kissed, sucking for just a second and throwing in a brush of my tongue. Kim startled. I thought I was in for it. However, she bent forward and steadied herself with her arms out on the bed. I continued. I worked kisses all over the left cheek, then more sucking, and full-blown tongue licks up and down. I kissed and licked on the right. Kim was now breathing deeply and panting. I now pressed my face into each of her ass cheeks, taking in the scent of the clean skin. Backing up and steadying myself, I worked my hands gently over each side, then massaged more deeply and eventually gently squeezed small handfuls of excess flesh. My parting gesture was one final long kiss for each cheek. She did indeed have a finely proportioned, smooth-skinned rump. There was a gentle series of taps on the door as I got to my feet. The door opened and Tasha stuck her head in. "Dinner's ready," she said. "Dammit Kim, put some clothes on so we can eat," she joked. Tasha told me to come with her and as I left Kim was hustling into her clothes. We sat down to tacos--choice of hard or soft--and fresh fruit or yogurt. Tasha and I had two each. Maybe Kim had been malnourished as a kid, because she ate three with no issue. She wasn't grossly overweight by any means, so it was definitely not a case of an obese person eating too much. Since the start of the meal, I could sense that the wheels were turning in her head. And finally, she voiced what was apparently her burning question. "So, Ethan, what did you just finish doing with Kim as I stuck my head in the door?" I decided to chide her. "Well, she was naked with her back to me...what part of her anatomy do you think my attention might have been on?" I questioned. Kim's mouth dropped. Tasha was looking at me with a twinkle in her eye. Kim shifted her look from me to Tasha and back. "I'm surprised she lets you give her shit like that. I might have slapped you." "But consider," I pointed out, "most of the time, I'm getting shit from her. Literally. Granted, I am a consenting adult, but still." Tasha chimed in. "So you treated her to some ass worship. Hmm, he's pretty good at that." "And yet he couldn't thank my snatch for the golden soak," Kim said, looking at me with mock accusation. "And who is giving who shit now? I was a little pressed for time, and I like a woman's ass more than her pussy. Besides, I figured I might save something for later. Then I'd have to hope Tasha wouldn't be offended," I finished. Kim conceded with, "I guess I see your point." "And I'm willingly taking on the burden of staying in the good graces of two women, occupying the same space at the same time. That is talk show material in this country....gimme some credit, ladies!" "Touché," Tasha commented. We finished the meal in silence, then cleared dishes and retired to the living room. The three of us watched TV for an hour. Tasha had parked me in her lap, tucking her legs around me. She leaned back into the loveseat cushion, and I leaned back with my head resting just below her right shoulder. Tasha's hands played through my hair as all of us only gave half our attention to the TV She was kissing the left half of my face and rubbing my shoulders.. Kim was parked in a recliner kind of adjacent to the loveseat. She apparently was a bit jealous and would not be outdone, because she eventually moved and nestled into the other half of the seat to my left. She leaned over so she could kiss my neck. Before joining us in the living room, she had taken a dryer to her hair, and it was soft and smooth and smelled nice, like the rest of her. When we had killed another hour, Tasha corralled me into her bedroom; Kim retired to hers. With the door closed behind us, Tasha said, "Well, no question Kim will probably want you in bed. I don't really take offense to that. It's not like we two are an item, seeing each other regularly. If she wants a toilet partner, it's kind of a natural progression if other things happen as a result of that circumstance that first forms any kind of relationship. She'd be disappointed if I kept you for myself." "Well, I'll take it as it comes then," I responded. "Remember, I'm not playing favorites, one of you over the other." "Of course. We're here, both of us want, and there's one of you. You'll have to be fair with both of us, I guess. Well, go ahead and wait for me to come back. I'm gonna shower," Tasha declared. As she ditched her clothes for a robe and disappeared, I retrieved my book and returned to the room. Twenty minutes later she was back. Better the Second Time Around I took a look into the bowl. What rested there was dark, and healthy in overall size. It was probably about eight and a half inches long and soft-looking. Kim smiled as I took a long look, then closed the lid and flushed. She washed her hands. She led me out of the bath, passing Tasha's door. "Come back to bed with me, why don't you," she said. So I did. I laid out in the bed, and Kim spooned me and looped one arm across my middle. She promptly fell asleep. The smell of coffee woke me five and a half hours later at eight in the morning. I padded into the bathroom and used it, then wandered back out to ask Tasha, at the kitchen table with coffee, if I could get a shower. She ok'd and I did. I helped myself to cereal and fruit, no coffee, and took a seat to eat. "So where'd you go last night?" Tasha asked me. I knew she knew; there was only one circumstance that would move me in the wee hours of the morning, and with only two bedrooms, she also knew where I would have ended up. But I played it straight. "Kim came to get me about two thirty, made me an offer I thought best not to refuse. I went stool pigeon while she took a dump," I admitted. "And was it as nice as one of mine?" Tasha asked. "It had nice length, but it wasn't quite showing the mass yours have," I explained. She grinned as she put her coffee mug on the table. "Still got the queen cheeks, then. Was it as much of a turn on for you as when you're with me?" "I was about half hard, sitting there with her. She kissed me some while things were progressing, but other than that, she did her thing, and washed up before we went back to bed. She asked me to stay with her," I said. Tasha said, "I admit I felt just a touch of jealousy, having you doing bathroom activities with another woman, even if it is a friend of mine. But that's as far as it goes. I don't dislike either of you. I brought her here because she wanted to know what it was like to have a person who was interested get kinky in the bathroom." "Well," I said, "she's attractive enough. I definitely had some desire to go with her while she took a shit. I think maybe golden showers are more enjoyable for her, though she wasn't uncomfortable with me on the toilet." "I bet she'll pee on you at least one more time while she's here," Tasha guessed. I told her that was probably a bet she'd win. I finished my cereal and fruit and retired to the living room to read for a short while. Then I brushed my teeth. As I finished, Kim wandered in wrapped in a towel, wanting to shower, no doubt. I tidied up and left her to it. Fifteen minutes later she was out. She reappeared five minutes after that, dressed, with a towel still around her head. She had a leisurely breakfast, then unwrapped her hair and blew it dry. I then heard her brushing her teeth. As she came into the living room, Tasha and I were at opposite ends of the large loveseat. Kim parked herself dead between us and nestled closer to me as I sat reading my book. I looked at Tasha and shrugged. She grinned back. Kim was having none of it. "I know you shrugged at Tasha, Ethan. I pissed on you; I had you in my lap while I took a dump. I get to like you too, ok?" She gave me a look that dared me to argue with her. "Yes, dear, I understand," I replied. She apparently felt I was being smug and sarcastic, because she added, "Just for getting cute right there, my pussy is going to soak you again. You've been forewarned." A short while later, Tasha and I decided to take a walk; Kim declined. We walked about fifteen minutes one way and turned back for the trip home. Tasha said, "I know you aren't playing favorites between me and Kim, but do you have a favorite?" "Well, it's not exactly an even comparison. I don't know Kim well. That should end the conversation, but I will give you a hypothetical. If Kim and I had an equal amount of time with each other as you and I have had, I think you'd be my favorite. Kim peeing on me was an amazing turn-on. Doing other things might prove to be equally erotic, but with you there was an intangible draw right from that first mutual meeting in the coffee shop. Then the kinky stuff got aired, and I wanted erotic with you. The blond hair, the ample figure, big butt, sizable thighs. I couldn't help anticipating results if you and I ended up in the bathroom together. I started to imagine what kind of dump you might take, with an ass that big," I declared. "I guess you're not disappointed then," she said. "Hell no," I replied. "Even if Kim and I were closer, you wouldn't have to work hard to not disappoint me. I will always have a spot for you when it comes to sex, love, affection, and kink. If I started having a number of ladies become interested in bathroom kink between them and me, and you wanted me for said kinky stuff, I'd come running, each and every time." "I'll try to keep things interesting," Tasha decided. "I will never get bored getting kinky with you, woman. You turn me on way too much, way too often." "I did have a thought though," she informed me. Out came my questioning look. She continued, "I'm re-thinking the whole turd-on-display thing I mentioned earlier. Not that I wouldn't do it that way. But I thought maybe I could get you to take one of my wonderful loads into your hands as it comes out of my ass." I immediately said, "Touching it might be kind of gross. But wow. I wouldn't expect you to necessarily go there, even with your mistressing background. For you, or with you, I'd probably try it," I concluded. "Well, think. It doesn't have to be messy. Just hold things until, and then after, I make the delivery. We can always wash body parts very thoroughly. And multiple times. Takes out all the risk," Tasha said. "I was thinking today's dump could go down that road," Tasha informed me. We reached the shop entrance and stepped inside and proceeded up the rear staircase. "I guess I'm up for new ground," I said quietly just before we stepped into her apartment. Kim was reading a magazine when we entered. "You're back. That's good," she said. "Ethan. My bladder is in serious need of emptying." I looked at Tasha. "Hey, it's just another shower. Two weeks ago, I serviced four clients beyond my time at Cruise-In. I can handle the extra water usage," she assured me. So I let Kim lead the way to the bath. Behind closed doors, both of us stripped and stepped into the shower unit. Much like the first time, I stretched out in the bottom with Kim spreading her legs and squatting toward my torso. Unlike last time, Kim relaxed more quickly. Her stream started strong and stayed that way until she was empty. She got me good and wet, and her piss was a much narrower stream. She moved easily to wet my whole torso. As soon as warm and wet hit my skin, my penis came to attention rather fast. As her stream continued, I let myself enjoy things enough to get my member throbbing. Kim finished. She sighed deeply. "Fuck, that was good. I needed that," she said. I looked up into her face, and she returned a relaxed, contented smile. I phrased a question. "Is the golden shower thing more of a turn-on for you than going brown?" She responded, "I don't mind either one. Tasha said you were a good candidate if I wanted to experience 'number two' with a willing, consenting partner. And it was good. But I guess it'd be fair to say I do get more enjoyment out of peeing with a partner." She opened the hot water tap and rinsed away a puddle of pee. She rinsed me down and applied a generous amount of body wash. "I think you can stand there and let me wash you up and down," she decided. "I promise to be gentle with your junk." "Ummm, ok," I agreed. She scrubbed thoroughly and gently all my major limbs and my trunk. She switched and lastly lathered a washcloth. She gently and thoroughly washed my shaft and my brass ones. She rinsed and lathered again to do my buttocks. We did have a minor incident before we rinsed, dried and re-dressed. As Kim washed my standard equipment, it responded as you would expect it to. She proclaimed it was very nice and looked at it for a bit as she continued working. Very suddenly, I felt the urge to release. I stepped in close and leaned on Kim. Wrapping my arms around her, I let the urge build and reached down to point my dick just before the shot happened. I plastered a stream onto her belly. "Sorry," I whispered in her ear after I groaned at the release. She soaped a hand after getting the area wet and cleaned off the sex residue. She also thoroughly washed her vagina. "Thanks a lot, rookie," she said, mocking me. "Shit, can't even control yourself." "Hey, a hot brunette was playing with my brass ones. Cut me a little slack." She rolled her eyes, but she was grinning. Now dried and dressed, we returned to the living area to find Tasha working on lunch; chicken quesadillas. We hadn't spent that much time getting clean after getting kinky, but things were timed so we could eat just after noon. There is a machine to help cook this particular dish, but Tasha apparently preferred and had the talent to use the oven to bake them for about 40 minutes. As they went in, Tasha revealed that she had a Playstation 3 hidden with her entertainment stand. Among a few other games, she regularly favored "Wheel of Fortune," "Family Feud," and "Jeopardy!" We opted for the last while we waited on the food. I was no slouch at Jeopardy, but Tasha did win by a couple thousand dollars, even as I risked more than she in the Final Jeopardy round. Kim did well, but was behind me by three grand after risking enough in the finals to catch me, and losing out due to an incorrect, but educated, guess on the question. The food appeared looking restaurant-perfect. We added fruit and tortilla chips with cheese dip to complete the meal. Kim and I had two quesadilla slices each, while Tasha opted for two small ones and a third a little larger. She ate more fruit and backed off with chips and dip. As we tended to cleanup and dishes, Kim and I congratulated Tasha's culinary knowledge and thanked her for the meal; she enjoyed cooking but admitted she would probably order in a pizza and select a movie from her stash for the evening. Good plan. The three of us went walking again after letting the food settle. As we returned to the apartment, Tasha elected to shower. Kim got a phone call as the two of us made ourselves comfortable in the living room. Whatever she did for a living, the only question she asked was "Are you sure I'll only be needed that long?" and responded to the given answer with, "All right, I'll get there." She was a manager for a leather goods wholesaler; the assistant manager who was supposed to handle things for the day apparently ended up with sick kids and a good husband who was traveling for his job. What she said to me after ending the call was, "Let Tasha know I had to go. My assistant manager has to go home to deal with sick kids, because she doesn't use a nanny and her husband is away on his own business. About three hours and I can shake loose again and come back to enjoy pizza and a movie with you guys. You owe my pussy a thank-you for two golden showers. I'll collect. Beyond that, I want some sack time with you before I'm gone after the weekend. I want to make out; maybe have your cock inside me. If you're lucky, maybe I'll give your dick a good sucking. Until then, farewell," she said as she walked to the door and out through it.