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Golden Shower

By: wetguy42



Last night was another late night at the office. I normally work a ton of hours and tonight was no exception. My entire building was empty and it was just me. I snuck downstairs to have a cigarette before wrapping up the work for the day.

I was outside my building went a woman approached me. She asked if I had any money so she could get some food. She explained that she was very hungry and what take whatever I could give her. As I am used to people asking for money and cigarettes downtown, I have a preprogrammed thing that I say. Sorry but I don't have any cash on me just my debit card. I told her this and she said please help me out, I'm starving. I said I am sorry but I can't help you out. She then said, please I will do anything for some money. As if on cue, she then says I mean anything, I will follow you up to your office and suck your dick right now. At that moment, I had a twinkle in my eye and told her that I wasn't interested in a blowjob but I did have another thought. It was kinky and I didn't know if she would go for it.

She said fuck it, I don't care, let's go up there and you can fill me in. So we went through the lobby, up the elevator and arrived at my door. I was so nervous that I could hardly get the key in the door. Once we entered she looked at me and said well tell me what I have to do. I stammered a bit and finally got the words out. I want to pull out my dick and piss all over your lovely face and your body and when I am finished I want to jerk off in your face. I noticed that she appeared to have a nice rack and in the light she was actually much more attractive than I originally thought and was younger also, I would peg her age at about 28-30. 

Her face turned beet red and she was silent. I thought to myself well this isn't going to happen and I hope she doesn't run out of here. You could cut the tension in the room with a knife. And then she says very quietly to me, you want to piss on my tits? You want to mark your territory on my body? You disgusting pig, that is the nastiest thing anyone has ever said to me. The last line was said with a smile and a glint in her eye.

She then ripped off her coat, shirt and bra and kneeled before me. She started whispering some really dirty talk and told me to use her as my toilet. I nervously unzipped my fly and pulled out my cock. I was pretty hard and found it difficult to piss at first. Then finally after what seemed like an hour the first little trickle started. I aimed it directly into her mouth. She sucked it down like it was fine wine. As my stream started to flow more freely I soaked her hair, her face, her neck and finally her tits. They weren't the biggest in the world, but man were they great. Perky with nipples that were hard as a rock. It was a really long piss and I was really enjoying myself. As the stream started to slow, she grabbed my dick and put it in her mouth. She sucked me as the last few drops came out and swallowed it down like a champ.

At this point I immediately got hard and she was blowing me like a porn star. I pulled out and told her the deal was I wanted to cum on her face.

Her exact words were that was the sexiest thing that anyone has ever done to me. My panties are fucking soaked and I need you in me now. With that she pulled her pants down, bent over my desk and basically threw my dick inside her. She was so wet and so tight I knew that I couldn't last very long. She was making this humming sound as she fucked me for all I was worth. We both only lasted a couple of minutes and as I felt her start to cum on my dick I blasted into her. My knees were shaking and I had to sit in my chair to try and recover. As I leaned back to catch my breath she climbed up on my face and told me to eat my cum out of her. I did as I was told and ate that pussy like it had a cure for cancer. I never tasted my cum before and it really turned me on. After I cleaned up her pussy, I sucked her clit and tried to get her off again. As she began to moan I knew she was close and went after her like a madman. She soon started cumming and rubbed her pussy all over my face. Just as she finished cumming, she released a torrent of her piss from her used pussy. She pissed a super strong stream but it only last a few seconds. I drank all I could and my shirt and tie were soaked with her piss. At this point, we went back downstairs for a smoke, I ordered a pizza and had it delivered upstairs. 

As she ate, she forced me to eat her pussy again and she pissed in my mouth. This time all her inhibitions were gone and she must have pissed out a gallon or more. When she finished eating, she hopped on my dick and we fucked like crazy once more. After we came again, we talked about what we had done and she asked when I was working late again.

I told her that damnit I have more paperwork to do and I would have to stay late again tomorrow. I am already prepping by drinking tons of water and want to piss on and in her multiple times. I will post our next round.

Golden Shower Pt. 02



After last evening's events, I had been drinking water and trying to fill up my bladder as best as I could all day long. Just thinking of all the nasty things I had done the night before, kept me hard the entire day.

At around 7 pm, I went outside to have a smoke. I waited and waited, hoping that my little nympho piss girl would show up again. I smoked one cigarette and then another with her nowhere in sight. I was just about to lose all hope when she came around the corner. She smiled at me and my cock instantly went hard in my suit pants. I was afraid that it would be awkward when we started to talk. Instead, it was like we knew each other for years. She asked about my day and I told her about work and life and the normal everyday chit chat items. She asked if she could bum a smoke and we stayed down there for another 5 or 10 minutes just shooting the shit.

As she was finishing up her smoke she said to me, I haven't pissed all day. I am absolutely bursting and we better get up to your office before I wet myself. 

We hoped on the elevator and soon we at my office door. I could tell that there was something different about her this evening. It wasn't necessarily how she was dressed but how she was acting. As soon as the door was closed, she reached for me and we made out like horny teenagers. My hands were all over her body, rubbing her breasts, her back, her ass and finally I started to massage her pussy through her pants. She moaned in approval and bit down on my tongue in her mouth. After playing around for another minute or two, she took off her coat and unbuttoned her jeans. She slipped off her pants and forced my head down to her pussy. I tried to pull off her panties and she told me to leave them on. She said she wanted me to suck her pussy through the panties and that I had better do a good job or otherwise I would be sorry. I could smell her through her panties and as I rubbed them back and forth my hand was soon soaked. 

She was absolutely dripping wet. She shoved my head directly into her panties and tensed for a couple of seconds. I was confused at first, but then I understood exactly what was happening. She slowly let out a few drops of her golden nectar, stopped the flow and had me sucking it out of her panties. She then let out a few more drops and quit the flow again. What she was doing was driving me completely insane with lust. I wanted to drink all of her sweet piss and drown in it. I begged for her to release it all over my face. All I got were a few more drops. I pleaded, please piss on me, please piss on my fucking face. I need you to soak me in your pee. At that moment, she pulled her panties to the side and unleashed a torrent of hot piss. I did everything I could to try and drink as much as I could. It was obvious as she started to really flow that she had told me the truth about not going all day. It was the yellowest piss I had ever seen.

But it tasted marvelous. I almost came in my pants as the warm liquid flowed down my throat. She must have pissed for at least a minute straight and I was drowning in it by the time was done. My shirt was completely sopping wet. The floor had a huge obvious piss stain on it. But I couldn't have cared less. I was in heaven. The taste and smell of her pent up piss was all I cared about at that moment. 

When the flow finally stopped, I put my tongue on her clit. I wanted her to add to the wetness on my face and cum all over me. After licking her for a few minutes, she pulled my head up. She told me to stop licking her clit and that tonight she was in control. Last night was my fun but tonight she was the boss. She then confessed to me that the best orgasms she ever had involved her ass and wanted me to rim her asshole right fucking now.

I slid my head back down and flicked my tongue over her sweet little asshole. I became intoxicated by the smell of her ass. It wasn't unpleasant just simply strong and soon I felt like that smell was absorbed by my body. I tongue fucked her butt and slowly bit around the outside of her butthole. She started massaging her clit and soon it started to build up inside of her. I could tell that she was getting close and I knew that I had to keep her stimulated. I shoved my tongue as deep as I could in her butt and started to hum as I shoved it in and out. She lost it then and had a furious orgasm with her crying out and screaming multiple profanities.

I slowly licked her again for a few minutes and let her come back down from her major orgasm. 

She pulled me up to her and started french kissing me and tasting her own ass on my tongue. At this point, I was in real trouble. I was so fucking horny I thought was dick would blast off if she just touched it. But I was also desperate to piss. As I mentioned before, I had been drinking water non-stop all day long. And I hadn't pissed in quite some time. It was as if she sensed my dilemma and my unease. She told me get on top and fuck her. She said I know you are close and when you need to cum, just spray it inside me. Soak my pussy with your seed. I got into position and slid my cock into her. I lasted all of about 5 pumps before I started to shoot inside her wet pussy. I started to go soft and slid back out of her. She grabbed my dick and aimed it up. At that moment, all the piss I had held inside for hours started to shoot out. She directed my flow on her stomach, then up to her tits, upwards to her neck and face and finally her mouth. She drank it down like a champ and hardly spilled a drop. I pissed and pissed forever. When the stream slowed down she put my cock in her mouth and drank down the rest. 

I was spent and needed some time to recover. Instead, she mounted my face and told me to eat my cum out of her pussy again. I did what I was told and was rewarded as I got every bit of my cum out of her. She was enjoying herself and after my cum was eaten, she supplied my waiting mouth with some of her own cum. We threw some clothes on and went downstairs to smoke. I needed some fresh air and the cigarette to get myself thinking straight again. She asked me if I had fun and I told her that tonight was ever more fun than the night before. That I had never imagined having some great sex with someone I didn't know. And finding a piss friend in the process. 

She told me my training was just getting started and if I thought this was great just wait until we really introduced ourselves to each others bodies. I told her that I could hardly wait. 

When the smoke was finished she kissed me hard on the mouth and said she had to go for the evening. She told me to be downstairs tomorrow evening at 7pm sharp. If I wasn't then, she was going to punish me in a way that I would never forget. With that we parted ways and I headed back to my office.

I am already thinking of what may take place tomorrow and also am considering being late just to find out what she will do to me for disobeying me.



Golden Shower Pt. 03



After my last two encounters with my kinky little sex friend, my mind has been completely blown. I had to work late again and just prayed that she would return to my office and we could have some more fun.

Tonight the phone did not stop ringing. I was on the damn thing for nearly 3 straight hours and I had little opportunity to get any other work handled. It was well past 7 pm, which as you have read, is my normal meeting time for my wet friend. I glanced at the clock and knew that I was probably missing out on her and silently cursed in my head. My client was still talking about their issues and I knew that I had some more time speaking to them before I could end the call.

I heard my door chime and in walks my new sex partner. Tonight she is wearing a long brown overcoat and some really high boots. I am still talking on the phone and she waves hi to me. I smile back at her and mouth the word sorry and hold up my hands.

She nods her head like she understands and walks over to me in my chair. She unbuttons the coat and lets it drop. She is not wearing a stitch of clothing underneath her coat. Her nipples are so hard, they look almost painful because they are sticking out so far. Her pubic area is cleanly shaven and she is completely bald. I can see that she must have really been looking forward to this as she spreads her legs and I can see her pussy is already glistening with juices.

She reaches for my fly and pulls out my cock. After seeing her hot little naked body, I am rock hard and so turned on. I am still talking to my client and listening to their story but my mind is now really only on 1 thing, that bald ass pussy and fucking the shit out of her. She adjusts herself and gets on top of me. She squats above my cock and grabs onto it. 

She starts to massage her clit with my dick and gets the juices flowing like crazy. At this point, I am starting to have a hard time not making any sounds into the phone. My cock is massaging the hell out of her clit and she is really getting turned on. I keep motioning for her to be quiet and she is really trying hard. We go on like this for a few minutes. As I am getting closer to cumming she loses control and starts to cum really hard. She does not make a sound but her body is shaking and she puts my cock inside her. 

I can just feel the gripping of her pussy on my cock as she loses all control. She finishes cumming and pulls me out of her pussy. Then she positions her pussy above my cock and proceeds to take a huge gushing piss on my cock. It is so loud I am sure my client can hear the sounds through the phone. The piss runs down my cock and all over my pants and into my boxers and starts to pool on my chair. I am absolutely soaked. She finishes her piss and is immediately on her knees shoving my cock into her mouth. I am momentarily shocked that she is licking her piss of my cock as she blows me. 

But then my natural instinct takes over and enjoy the sensations of her mouth on me. She starts just by teasing the tip, then slowly takes my entire shaft into her mouth. I feel her sucking as she has me all in the way into her mouth. At that point I am a little confused until I realize that she is literally sucking her own piss from the base of my cock and my boxers.

At this point my phone call is has just ended and I can finally say and do what is necessary. The first words I speak to her are "you are the dirtiest cunt I have ever fucking met. You are drinking your piss from boxers. How did I get so fucking lucky to meet such a perverted woman?" With that she begins to really start to blow me. Up and down up and down my cock, grinding her teeth on the base of my cock then withdrawing me just to the tip. 

After all the excitement of what has happened her blowjob is really getting me close to the edge. She increases her speed as she can sense that I am getting close. She begins to lick my peehole and that is all I can take. With that I start to cum. 

She pulls me out of her mouth and shoots my load all over her waiting face. She says to me that since I have already marked my territory on her body, it is only right to facialize her and let everyone know that her body belongs to me. 

My dick is starting to shrink and I am about half limp/half hard at this point. She asks if I need to piss. I tell her of course I have to piss. Then she gets up on my lap reverse cowgirl style. But instead of trying to put my dick inside her pussy, she tells me to shove my cock in her ass and piss inside her. I am more than willing and spit on her ass and stick a finger up her to try and loosen her up. As I do this and she starts to get turned on again, my dick starts to respond and I am close to full mast again. 

As she begins to get quite lubed up her butt, I have no trouble shoving my almost hard cock inside of her. She takes all of me inside her and sits down directly on my legs. Since I was still wearing my clothes, it almost appeared that she was just sitting on my lap. Over course nothing could be farther from the truth as my cock was balls deep into her waiting asshole. She told me to relax and when ready just let it flow. I was having a really hard time of just letting go. Having your dick in someone's ass is a fun experience. Pissing while inside them is a hard think to try and get your body to do. She just keep saying dirty things to me and that wasn't helping either. 

Fill my dirty ass with your piss. I need your warm liquid inside of me. I will cum if you blast your piss inside of me. Things like this. I couldn't get my dick to go soft. And then, it happened. She relaxed herself a bit more and then she farted. It was a weird feeling have her basically fart on my dick. But it really lightened the mood and we both started laughing. At that point, I soften up enough and started to spray her ass with my piss. God it was amazing. To have my cock inside her ass was a great feeling. 

It was really tight back there but the piss made it like a wet cocoon. It was so warm and just incredible. As I continued to piss inside her, I could feel her ass expanding to take on the extra liquid inside of her. Eventually I filled her up so much, that science took over and my cock was forced from her ass. As soon as I withdrew, her ass exploded and all of my warm piss shot out of her. I was still pissing and we were both so fucking horny at this point. She shoved my cock into her pussy and I finished my piss inside of her. When I was done pissing we fucked like animals. With her in a reverse cowgirl position on my lap, she could stroke her clit and I could finger her ass.

It was still really warm in her butt from my piss and it felt nice. She leaned back and told me to finger her ass and let her lick my finger. I shoved my finger as far as it could go, swirled it around and pulled it out. She sucked my finger and instantly started cumming. I told her she was one fucked up woman basically eating her own ass and then buried my cock one last time before blasting inside of her. 

She eventually crawled off my lap and laid down on the floor. We were both so fucking spent we could hardly move. After a few more minutes she told me she had to go the bathroom. I said to her just piss on me or the floor at this point, I don't care. She said that the pressure of me fingering her ass, the piss I released inside plus having my dick in her, made her have to take a shit. I told her I would take her down to the bathroom and I could wait for her. She said no way, I am going to shit in your trashcan. I said no fucking way, you are crazy. She then squatted down over my trash can and grabbed my head. She said lick my pussy while I shit for you. As soon as my face hit her pussy, she starting piss a torrent. 

She then farted a couple of times and started to shit. I was in over my head and it smelled awful. But I didn't miss a drop of her piss. When she was done, she reminded me that I wasn't to be late to our rendezvous and she had warned me that I would be punished. Smelling and seeing her shit was my punishment. I told her I wouldn't be late again and with that she put on her coat and strolled out of my office. As she got to the front door she yelled back, be ready at 6:45 tomorrow or I will introduce you to my strap-on.



Golden Shower Pt. 04



After my last few adventures with my new friend, I could hardly contain my excitement all day at work before she came back again. I was so worked up I had to jerk off twice at work just to keep my cock from exploding in my pants just thinking of my dirty wet friend. Hell I still didn't even know her name and I had fucked her ass, pussy and mouth, peed all over her body, drank her piss, fingered her ass and pissed inside her body and even ate her asshole. The last punishment she gave me was awful but really a turn on at the same time.

When she left last evening she had told me to be ready at 6:45 and there was no doubt I would be late tonight. At about 6:30 I went downstairs and had a smoke and fucked around on my phone. At 6:40 she was walking towards me on the sidewalk. Even though I had beat off twice, my cock still got hard in my pants. She said hey piss man how's your day so far? Great now that you are here. I told her I am rock hard, ready to fuck your brains out and drink your piss all night long.

She smiled and said easy tiger, I have different plans for tonight. Wait, I don't get to fuck you this evening? No no she said, you can do whatever you want to me tonight, but first I have a few other ideas. I'm hungry let's go get some dinner. I told her that was fine and we can go grab my car. She said no chance, we are walking and you will enjoy yourself all night. Um ok I replied and we started off down the sidewalk. I asked her what she was hungry for and she said there is a Burger King down a few blocks, let's just go there. Alright that works for me, it's a cheap date and then we can get back to the pissing and fucking.

Tonight she was wearing a fairly long black dress beneath her coat. I thought that was strange as she never seemed to wear nice clothes in the past. As we walked and talked, she started giggling. I said what's up and she told me, I felt the need to pee so I'm just going as we walk. Sure enough, there was a puddle of piss that followed her along the sidewalk. She wasn't pushing it out like when we were naked so the stream wasn't strong just consistent. It was night time downtown and it was fairly dark so if you didn't know what to look for, you wouldn't see her piss. Man she must have pissed for about 4 or 5 minutes in small consistent bursts as we headed to BK. I know understood the dress, she could piss freely and it would be hard to detect by a passer-by.

We were soon at the front door of the restaurant and we walked inside. She ordered some burger meal, I don't eat fast food anymore so I just ordered a Diet Coke. I waited at the counter for our order and she took a seat near the back. I waited a few minutes and finally had her food. 

She looked so excited when I sat the tray down and started munching away on her fries immediately. We were sitting at a table with benches and no chairs so we sat side by side. As she was eating her burger, she grabbed my hand and slid it between her legs. I soon realized that along with the long dress she wasn't wearing any panties and I could feel her bare pussy.

She was soaking wet, I figured a combination of no panties, her dirty piss on the way over and her anticipation of the upcoming events. I fingered her pussy and rubbed her clit for quite a while. I could tell that she was starting to get really turned on and she started moaning. I told her to keep it quiet otherwise we are gonna get busted. 

She told me to stop being such a pussy and let her fucking cum. With that I flicked her clit about a million miles an hour. She instantly started cumming on my hand and was shaking in her seat. She really had a great orgasm and took a while to come down. When she finished cumming she took the top off my drink, slid the cup underneath her pussy and pissed inside my drink. She told me she always has to piss after an orgasm and wanted me to drink up. Not that it was a problem for me and I took a swig of the best Diet Coke I had ever had. We sat there for a few more minutes and she finished her meal. I drank all of the piss/pop in my cup by that point.

She then told me if you haven't realized I am an exhibitionist and I get off just thinking of nasty and fucked up shit to do in public. I will probably finger fuck myself tonight about 10 times just thinking of pissing on the way here and cumming at Burger King. I smiled and told her I was happy to oblige. She then grabbed my cup and started to piss in it again. She really had to go and filled about half the cup. I put the lid back on and sucked some of her warm piss through the straw.

Ready I asked and she replied almost. With that she slid forward on the bench and pulled her skirt up over her ass. I was a bit confused and just sort of stared at her. A few seconds later, I heard a fart come from her and then another. Then she started to shit on the floor. She grunted and a huge turd came out of her. Followed by a few more logs of shit. It was really stinky and I was in shock. With that she grabbed a napkin off the tray and wiped her ass and put the napkin on the tray. She grabbed my hand, threw the trash away and out the front door we went.

We hurried away from the restaurant and made it about a block or two before we stopped. She started to kiss me and told me she was literally dripping all over the insides of her legs. She was so turned on and needed some cock inside of her right now. She had dreamed of doing something that nasty but never thought she could pull it off. We were near a parking garage and went through the side entrance. We found a few cars together that were kind of off to the side. She moved in between two of them, bent over, pulled her dress over her ass and begged me to fuck her. Being the gentleman that I am, I decided I had to do what the lady asked for. So I unzipped, pulled out my cock and shoved it inside her. 

Her pussy was honestly the wettest I had ever felt in my life at that moment. It was like there was a fountain between her legs. The more I fucked her the wetter she got. She was really starting to get into it and she was massaging her clit as I fucked her. Our pace was fast and there was obviously only one goal, cum hard. I was pile driving her pussy and was a couple of pumps away from nutting in her. She started to cum and clamped down on my dick. With that I blasted inside of her. We stayed like that for a few minutes and then reality set in. We just fucked in a public garage and could be seen at any moment. She straightened up, pulled her dress down and shoved my limp dick back inside my pants and zipped me up.

With that, we headed back to my office. When we got out front, she asked for a cigarette and we smoked and talked. She told me that she loved viewing public sex, pissing and pooping sites on the internet. She never imagined that she would be able to any of those things and had just done all 3 in a matter of minutes. She thanked me and said when we got inside she would show me how appreciative she really was. With that we finished our smokes and headed upstairs.

Once we got inside, she asked me to strip naked and as I did she got behind me. She spread my ass cheeks and started to rim me. It tickled at first but it felt great. I was really enjoying her swirling tongue on my butthole and my dick finally started coming back to life. As I get older, there are some days it takes quite a while to get hard a second time and it was finally working again. She then replaced her tongue with first one finger and then two. She started finger fucking my asshole pretty fast and deep. I was really starting to get into it and was humping back for all I was worth. Then she just stopped and pull her fingers out. The next thing I knew she was standing in front of me and shoved the two fingers she had used on my ass into my mouth. 

It was slightly erotic thinking that I was tasting my own ass. Once she withdrew her fingers, she shoved her tongue in my mouth and tasted my ass again. She then grabbed my shoulders and hoisted herself up onto my dick. She was again dripping wet and I was willing to fuck that pussy again. As I slid all the way in, she paused and then let a riptide of piss rush all over the base of my cock and my legs. She must have really had to go again because she was back to the forceful stream of piss shooting all over me. I didn't stop fucking her and the piss started flying around the room. As she slowed down her stream, I shoved my cock to the hilt and then stopped to let the last bit run directly over my base. When she was done pissing, she jumped off me, bent over and asked me to fuck her ass.

My cock was glistening from her pussy juice and piss and didn't figure I needed any other lube. Plus this bitch is crazy and probably gets turned on by the idea of using her piss as lube for her ass. I wasn't gentle and just shoved my cock straight into her ass. She moaned a bit in pain but it didn't stop her one bit. She started grabbing her tits and yanking on her nipples. She then said to me, after that shit, I have room in my ass fill me up with that cock. That gave me a bit of an extra spring in my step and I started pounding her really hard. We had a great pace going and soon I felt the familiar twinge in my balls. She must have sensed it too and in one quick motion, slid my cock out of her ass, spun around and got on her knees. She said, I want to go ass to mouth tonight. Let me eat my shit off your dick. Please let me suck you and then you need to cum in my mouth. I had no problem and then shoved my dick all the way to the back of her throat. She sucked really hard and I started cumming almost instantly.

When I finished cumming, I felt the need to piss. I pulled my dick out of her mouth and aimed it at her tits through her dress. Then my stream started full force. I soaked the entire front of her dress, then aimed it back at her face and her hair. She was drenched when I finished and looked so satisfied. 

She then got up and gave me a really sexy hug and kiss. She rubbed her tits against my chest and got my shirt wet with some of my own piss. But at this point I didn't care. We had crossed normal barriers and any issues I had with my own cum, piss, etc. were all gone.

She looked at the clock and said shit I gotta go. I looked at her like why? She said my husband will be home soon and I have to fill him in on our adventures. He jerks off while I tell him what you did to me. I am going to make him suck your piss out of my dress and bra. I don't let him fuck me anymore and the only relief he can get is by his own hand. But he loves hearing about all the shit I let you do to me. I will shove my tongue down his throat and he can taste your piss, cum and asshole. 

With that she gives me a wink and says bye love. He has asked me if he would be allowed to watch or join in one night. I told him it was up to you. Think about it. With that she was gone. And I wondered how much fun it would be to make her husband watch me ass fuck her and then have her suck my cock. I will keep you posted.



Golden Shower Threesome



After last evenings adventures I was really in absolute heaven. I had never even considered the possibility of what I had done, never even thought I could enjoy myself in being with a man. But, having my little sex pot getting eaten out by her husband while I fucked his ass, was perhaps one of the sexiest things I had ever seen in my life.

My head has been reeling all day as I imagined new possibilities of what we could do and what may be done to me. I found myself thinking about his cock and what it looked like. As you may recall he never actually got naked, just pulled his pants down so I could fuck his ass. Was it weird that I felt giddy as I dreamed of touching his cock? Did it make me gay? Did I really give a shit what it made me as long as I was enjoying myself and living out this kinky dream as long as it would last?

All day my mind drifted to the scenes of the previous night and the sights and smells of three people fucking, sucking and pissing. I denied myself the ability to jerk off, so that I would have a huge load for my little sluts that night. I wanted to be able to cum multiple times and I was afraid that if I did jerk off a time or two, I wouldn't be able to cum as much tonight. If they showed up that is. 

The morning was slow and I really struggled denying myself release but the afternoon flew by. I had 3 appointments and spent every other waking second on the phone. It was after 6PM before I knew it. I was already super horny and rock hard in my pants. I went down for a smoke to let my head clear a bit and for some fresh air. I paced back and forth and finished my smoke. There was no sign of either of my friends and I reluctantly went back inside. I took the elevator up to my office and got off. As I walked to my door, I felt a hand grab at my arm. I was a bit shocked and taken aback. As I turned around, it was my giant new fuck buddy. He smiled at me and asked if I was ready for a fun night? Like a schoolgirl, I giggled and said fuck yeah my friend.

We made it through my front door and then it was on. As soon as the door was closed, he started to take off his shirt and unzipped his pants. He was wearing black boxers and I could see that he was excited also as there was a tent growing in the front of his boxers. He told me that he wanted me to pull out my cock and shove the head into the front of his boxers. Please piss all over my dirty cock and balls. Please soak me in your hot yellow stream. I could see that he was filled with lust and wanted this so bad. I then did as he had asked and place my dick into the front of his boxers. I relaxed for a few seconds and then I could feel the flow start. As soon as the first drops hit his shaft, he started to moan. God he was so turned on. I was having a hard time going as he was getting more and more excited and moaning quite loudly. But I knew that I had to do my job and soak him as best I could. So I strained and concentrated and really kept it flowing out. He was really getting wet and the piss was flooding out of his boxers all over the floor. As my stream started to die off a bit, I pushed out the last little bits.

When I was completely drained, he looked at me and then pulled his boxers off. Holy shit I said almost immediately. His cock was fucking enormous. I am not super well endowed but am almost 7 inches so I have never been embarrassed by the size of my dick. But Jesus Christ, his dick must have been almost 12 inches long. And it was thick. He had shaved off all his pubes so it was just a monster cock staring right at me. I kneeled down in front of him and flicked my tongue at his cock head. He was already leaking pre-cum and it was pretty sweet tasting. I nervously opened my mouth to let him gain access with his giant cock. He put a couple of inches worth into my mouth and let me sort of get used to the feeling of having him in my mouth. I started to nibble on the head of his dick. This caused him to start moaning and thrusting his hips back and forth. He was starting to shove more and more of himself in mouth. And honestly it wasn't a bad feeling at all. 

I was trying to make sure that I wouldn't choke on his girth and length but so far I seemed to be doing ok. I reached out and started to massage his balls. This got him really turned on. He told me that he was already getting close. He apologized and said that his wife had not gotten him off in nearly 3 months. That she wouldn't fuck or suck him and he was required to jerk off if he wanted to get off. That he was so fucking horny he couldn't control himself. I told it was ok and believe it or not, I was excited to make him cum. His breathing was really starting to pick up and I started to really suck the hell out of his cock. He was tensing up and I knew he was seconds away from cumming. I bit down on the head a couple of times and I knew that he was going to shoot. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and aimed the giant thing at my face. He blasted his cum all over my face. It shot out in at least 10 ropes of cum and I was completely covered. It was in my hair, my eyes, running off my nose and all over my chin. At that moment, his wife walked in the door and started to lick the cum off my face. She was lapping at me like a dog and licked off every single drop. 

As soon as she was done, she pushed her husband on the floor, shoved me on top of his face so that my ass was just above his nose with me facing away from his body. She commanded him to rim my ass. Without hesitation, he started to flick my rosebud with his tongue. His huge hands pulled my cheeks apart and he had full access to my asshole. He started to make love to my ass with his tongue. He began by just licking around my asshole. Then he started to shove his tongue all the way in. She forced me to reposition myself so that I got on my knees and straddled his head. He never lost contact with his tongue and was swirling in and out, in and out fucking me with his tongue. She then got down on all fours in a modified position and shoved my cock into her pussy. 

I was so turned on that I knew I was only minutes away from blasting off in her pussy and I really started to hammer away at her from behind. We were fucking at a furious pace with me slamming balls deep into her. As my pace picked up, his tongue started to go even deeper into my ass. I knew it was a lost cause and then I slammed a few more times and then started cumming deep inside her. She continued to fuck back at me and I knew she was close as well. I wasn't anywhere near soft so I kept going at her. She started to shake and I knew she was on the edge. At that point, I knew a little dirty talk would do it. I asked her if she liked watching her husband facialize me and did she enjoy him rimming me while I fucked her? That was it, she started cumming like crazy. She was moaning and screaming and I thought she might pass out. 

When her breathing came back to normal she climbed on her husband's face and told him to eat my cum out of her. She willing started to suck my seed out of her. At this point, I straddled his body and aimed my limp dick at her tits. I then unleashed a torrent of piss all over her body. It was like a garden hose and I was completely soaking her. It was running all over her body and dripping down on her husband. He was still eating her pussy like a good little slut and she was getting close to cumming again. I still had a bit more piss so I moved closer to her and aimed it at her mouth. She started sucking down my piss and really started fucking his face. As the last few drops were flowing, he bit her clit and she exploded again, this time on his face. She was wildly fucking his face barely hanging on for dear life. As she slowed down, she rolled off him and laid down on the floor. She literally didn't have the energy to move at all.

We were all totally spent just laying around with no energy. After a few moments, she looked at him, told it was time to go home. They both kissed me and out the door they went.



Golden Shower Virgin



I have had a fascination with the sight and sound of women peeing for as I can remember. Aside from some innocent but intriguing incidents with neighborhood girls along the way, my first genuinely erotic experience along these lines happened (albeit voyeuristically) when I had just turned eighteen. That summer, my parents and I travelled to a larger family gathering held at a lake about three hours from home. We were an 'in-law' group to the main family, so to speak, and I actually knew very few of the people who attended. One woman, however, a second cousin of some stripe, made a lasting impression on my psyche that abides with me today...

Rhona (her name was, I think), must have been about 35 or so. If she was there with a husband or children I never noticed - or would have cared - but I do recall that she was a very attractive woman with deep copper colored hair and a matronly, but still sexy figure. A that age, I was at that desperately horny age where I was compelled to masturbate at least 3 or 4 times a day and, towards late afternoon one day, following a barbecue on the beach, I stole away into the woods by the shore for a quick and necessary release.

I was on my knees behind some bushes, already cock out, when I heard the sound of a twig snapping. I ducked slightly and then saw Rhona approaching along the same narrow pathway I had used. She was wearing a T-shirt over bikini bottoms and was obviously looking for somewhere to pee. She actually walked right past me at one point, appearing not to see me through the foliage, and then she stepped off the path into a small grove of trees no more than twenty feet from my vantage point. She paused for a moment, glancing back up the pathway and then, to my utter (and definitely pleasant) surprise, slipped down her bikini bottom...

For a moment, I had a clear and wonderful view of her thick copper colored bush - the first I had ever seen in outside of photographs - and my cock, though hard already, twitched excitedly. She stepped out of the bikini bottoms, presumably to avoid splashing them and then crouched, holding on to a handy tree branch for balance.

Now, unfortunately for me, she swiveled somewhat as she squatted down and I wasn't treated to a head on view of her pussy as she peed, but I could see her sexy naked thighs and bottom in profile and was actually able to glimpse the solid stream of her urine when she let go a moment or so later.

God, it was amazing ... I had always thought that women tended to just 'tinkle' in contrast to men, but she was like a goddamned firehose and seemed to go on and on. It must have taken her nearly a full minute to empty her bladder and I have to say that I was totally transfixed, not to mention incredibly turned on by the sight, for the whole time it lasted.

Naturally, as with all good things, the moment ended and she stood up once more. She bent, picked up her bikini bottom and, stepping into them gracefully pulled them back up. Again, I had a brief flash of her pubic thatch but then, to my complete and sudden horror, she turned her head and looked directly at me. It wasn't an accident, I am sure, for our eyes locked for a few awful seconds and my heart leaped into my mouth. She held my gaze and then (I swear to God) a tiny smile of amusement played at the corners of her mouth before she turned and walked back the way she had come. I was, as I'm sure you can imagine, totally mortified.

Did she know I was there the whole time she was peeing?

I guess I'll never know the answer to that question... I laid pretty low for the remainder of that family gathering and, as it happened, I never did see Rhona again. Still, that brief, incredibly exciting encounter has stayed with ne over the years and, I admit, fueled my masturbatory fantasies for a long time afterwards.

In the years to come, my interest in things urinary only increased. I longed to be able to watch a woman peeing again, and I began fantasizing about having my cock bathed in a hot, steaming gush of pee long before I ever heard the words 'golden shower'. In my late twenties, I actually considered visiting an escort who specialized in such things but I was ultimately too frightened to go through with the plan and it never happened. Accordingly, my fantasies of pee-sex remained unfulfilled except while stroking myself to images and videos I found on the internet.

Until now, that is...

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Since this past autumn, I have been involved with a really lovely, sexy girl by the name of Anya, and I think of her, sort of, as my girlfriend. I say 'sort of' because, in truth, our relationship is really hard to define. Neither of us is seeing anybody else and we spend most of our time in each other's company, even though we live in separate residences, only occasionally sharing a bed together. I suppose I love her, and she seems to have genuine affection for me, but whether we can be called lovers in the proper and usual sense of the word is difficult to figure out...

Before I explain further, let me say that I found Anya instantly, almost desperately, attractive the moment I saw her for the first time. She is taller than me, by an inch or so, but she gives the appearance of being taller still because, whereas I am quite stocky, she is very slender. She has long, very straight, jet-black hair that falls to her shoulders and she has her bangs cut in a straight line right across at the level of her eyebrows. She also wears very dark eye-makeup, rather like a Goth, I always think, and this, accentuating as it does, the deep, smokiness of her eyes, really adds to her mysterious allure. 

As to her figure, Anya's breasts, though quite small, are pretty indeed and she has a delicious, heart-shaped bottom that most men (indeed women) would kill for. She is desirable, and makes me want her but, even worse than the off-hand state of our 'relationship' (such as it is), is the fact that she has never let me fuck her.

Never has... Never will. Period.

She is strange about that. She has told me that she finds the 'humping and bumping' (as she puts it) ludicrous. She has no interest in having a cock inside her and seems to find it unfathomable that other women do. Now, you may, on reading that, come to the conclusion that she doesn't enjoy sex but in that you'd be wrong. She is in fact a very sexual person and I'm sometimes hard pressed to keep up...

What Anya likes is oral sex. Lots of it. She wants (no, demands) it frequently, and she likes it for long periods. I have no problem with that, of course. Anya doesn't shave, neither pubes nor armpits (which is fine, by me) and putting my face down into her hot, steamy bush is incredibly, intoxicatingly exciting. Sometimes, when she is especially horny, she also wants me to pay attention to her asshole as well and will sometimes begin a session by presenting her delectable bottom to me in an unspoken, but clear invitation to worship and service her delectable little opening, Again, I am more than happy to please her that way.

My releases, much less frequent than hers, come mainly by way of hand-jobs. Sometimes, Anya lets me bring myself off between her thighs, and sometimes between, or more accurately, against her tits. Twice, after servicing her bottom orally, she has also let me slide my cock between her cheeks so that I came over the small of her back. Mostly though, and mainly because Anya loves watching me ejaculate, she uses her hand (sometimes squatting with her pussy or ass pressed squarely on my mouth) and gets me off that way. I'm happy with that, for the most part, and sometimes I can quite cheerfully forego the pleasure of intercourse because she is so fucking skilled at what she does for me...

Anyway... To bring this story around to the actual point, my interest (my desire) for pee play didn't seem like something that would ever happen. Not at present anyway. It just wasn't a subject I felt I could broach, despite Anya's deep, sometimes kinky sexuality, and I pretty much got used to the idea of this being nothing but a private, very intense fantasy. Then ... It happened...

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One Sunday afternoon, I was over at Anya's. She was busy at her computer with some project for work and I took the opportunity to pop down and use the gym in the basement of her apartment complex. Afterwards, I came back up to shower and then, when I was done, I located a pair of her nail clippers and tried to remove an irritating and painful hangnail I had develop on my right foot. I was attending to this task, still naked, with the foot in question resting on the edge of the tub, when Anya walked in. She was wearing nothing but a pair of panties (which is how she prefers to lounge around the house), and she waked over to the toilet, slid the panties off and sat down.

Now, I need to mention at this point that, when it came to the bathroom, we had never laid down any specific rules about what was private and what was not. There was no special reason for this as the subject had just never came up. She did her business while I was elsewhere and I did mine alone a well. Accordingly, I was a little taken aback when she plopped herself down in front of me like that and I stopped what I was doing.

'Go about your business,' Anya said, with a dismissive flip of her hand. When I didn't reply, still staring in surprise, she rolled her eyes. 'Were you maybe planning to just stand there and watch me pee, then?' she asked.

Again, I had no idea what to say. The idea of watching her was certainly an exciting one, of course, but it didn't seem as though he were actually inviting me and I didn't dare communicate my interest. You can imagine my shock then when she shrugged in acceptance.

'Well, you can't see anything from up there,' she said. 'Come over here.'

Holy Shit...

I didn't need to be told twice and I stepped out of the tub to stand before her. She motioned for me to lower myself and I kneeled on the floor, just inches away from the toilet. My cock was already beginning to harden.

'Are you ready?" Anya asked.

She sat with her hands resting on her knees, her thighs apart, and there was a moment of silence as her stomach tensed and she strained to let go. It took a few seconds but then the first tentative drops tinkled musically into the bowl, splattering against the porcelain. Her bush, as I have said, was very full and I couldn't see much until her stream suddenly burst from her in a thick, golden jet. As I watched, she scooted back on the seat a little and spread her legs wider. I was entranced by the sight but I managed to tear my eyes away for a second and I saw that she was staring at me intently. Her eyes were glistening and I could see that he was getting turned on.

'God, this does excite you, doesn't it?" she said. My cock was straining now, my erection pointing right towards the dark patch between her legs. She leaned back even further and used the fingers of both hands to spread the lips of her pussy so that I could see the pinkness within. Her stream was finger thick, emerging, I could see, from just beneath the upper margin of her inner labia. Above it, her clit poked through in obvious tumescence.

'You want to be peed on too, don't you?' she asked suddenly. There was a note of wonder I her voice as if she had suddenly had a revelation. 'Maybe all over your cock?' I knew she was staring at me speculatively but I couldn't meet her eyes. Still entranced by the hypnotic column of gushing urine and the bubbling, thrumming sound as it met the toilet water, I could only nod dumbly, wishing the moment could last forever.

All too soon, of course, the stream finally dwindled away to a final few drops. Anya stood up immediately and by the time I climbed to my feet she was already beginning to pull her panties back on. I was desperately aroused now. I wanted to eat her, to fuck her, to bury my tongue deep in her ass, but she was having none of it. She swatted my cock, making it bounce.

'I don't have time to deal with that, right now,' she told me. 'I have work to do still.'

She turned to leave then, but stopped by the bathroom door. This time, when she spoke, her voice was a little softer.

'Maybe later we can see what we can do for you,' she said.

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The rest of the afternoon and early evening seemed to pass in agonizing slowness. We ordered Chinese for supper and afterwards watched a documentary that Anya had been wanting to see. Usually, when Anya is horny and plans to do something about it later, she gives me little signals, some intentional, some unconscious. On this particular night, however, she gave me nothing and I was beginning to think I was going to be disappointed. It was only later that she finally asked me to brew her a pot of Chamomile tea.

'A good big pot, she said.' She then gave me a meaningful look that made my pulse race, and added: 'I think I'll be needing it...'

Well... you can probably imagine my feelings at that moment. Anya actually ended up drinking two pots of tea all by herself and I am fairly that her slowness, and the exaggerated way she savored each sip was calculated to make crazy with anticipation. Even if that was imagination on my part, that was the effect and, by the time she finished the very last cup I was a jangle of nerves. Finally, she stood up.

'You get undressed,' she said. 'And, don't come into the bathroom until I call you...'

My God... the next five or ten minutes seemed like an eternity. I was hard even before I was fully undressed and I was just about hopping from foot to foot in an agony of frustrated longing until she eventually summoned me. I walked to the bathroom and, with my heart pounding like a jackhammer in my chest, I pushed open the door.

The shower was running at full blast, the water echoing with a steady roar against the empty tub, and the room was hot and close with clouds of steam. Anya had placed a towel on the floor against the foot of the toilet and she was standing facing me. She wore, about her hips, something she had used a number of times before, consisting of a narrrow, studded leather strap around her waist with two even thinner straps extending downward and running beneath her on each side of her mound. Way underneath, I knew, was a ring connecting to a second set of straps that attached to the back of the belt an spread her pretty bottom cheeks apart. She usually only wore this for those special sessions when she was planning for my oral attention back there. She looked, I can only say, alluring in the extreme...

I stepped towards her, stopping at the edge of the towel between us, and I was about to say something when she reached up and place her finger across my lips. I'm not even sure what it was that I wanted to say to her at that moment, but it was clear that I wasn't to speak.

'If we are going to do this,' she said, 'we are going to do it all... I'm going to pee for you. I'm going to piss over your cock and balls and then,' she continued, 'I am going to save some. What I save... you'll take in your mouth. You are going to taste what I give you right from my cunt... Is that agreed? Say now if you have second thoughts,' 

Oh God...

Let me say here that I was fully aware that many men like to drink pee and I had seen it often enough on porn videos and the like. Still, I had yet to even be peed upon, much less in, and actually taking it in my mouth was a step well beyond anything I had fantasized about. In a different, less charged moment, the mere contemplation of the idea might have repelled me but, suddenly, in the steamy hot fug of the bathroom, about to realize a cherished dream. I discovered I wanted it desperately. The thought of tasting her hot nectar, the sheer intimacy of the act, blossomed as an ache of intense longing deep within the pit of my stomach...

Yes,' I croaked hoarsely. 'I'll... I'll do it.' Anya continued to look at me expectantly. 'I'll do it for you... and I'll do it because I want it,' I added, stammering in my haste.

She didn't smile, but she nodded as though something important to her had been satisfied and motioned me to lie to the towel. At first, I thought she expected to lie cross-wise on it, sitting against the tub, but she had me turn and lie flat so that my legs extended out along the toilet. My thighs were pressed against the chill base of the porcelain and I could also feel the coldness of the tile floor through the towel. The contrast with the humid atmosphere only added to the sensual charge of the moment an my cock strained, its tip just mere inches from the bowl.

The toilet lid was down but Anya, moving with a deliberate slowness, raised both it, and the seat, to the upright position. She then stepped over me and sat down on the bare porcelain rim. I am not really sure why she chose to do it this way. Possibly, she expected the coldness to stimulate her to pee, or something, or, maybe, it just excited her to do it like that. In any event, it excited me, I have to say...

Anya reached behind herself to grasp the rim with both hands and looked deeply into my eyes. She held my gaze for nearly a minute and then her eyes closed and she tiled her head back. I saw a ripple of tension flick across the flat expanse of her tummy and then, all of a sudden, she raised herself slightly and thrust herself forward so that the tangled black tuft of her pubic thatch was just resting on the very front of the rim, mere inches from my throbbing glans.

This time, there were no tentative drops or dribbles., just a sudden solid jet that burst from her gorgeous hairy cunt and struck the head of my cock with sufficient impact to force the whole shaft back. The stream exploded in a shower of spray, splattering my chest and running in rivulets down my swollen member to trickle beneath my thighs and ball-sack.

God... it was SO hot!

That first incredible jet lasted only a few seconds and then stopped abruptly. There was a pause for a moment then Anya tensed again and, with a little grunt of effort, she blasted me again. I can't say for sure now, but she must have had her eyes open during this part because her aim was incredible. She managed to direct her stream with unfailing accuracy right against the underside of my shaft just beneath the cleft portion of her head. She held it there, the force of the jet thrumming against me so hard and so long that I very nearly ejaculated right then and there. The fleeting thought crossed my mind that she was going to empty herself and have nothing left for me to taste but, instead of finally dribbling to a finish. She managed to cut off the flow. She stood up, her feet widely apart and framed her cunt with both hands.

'Now', she hissed with desperate urgency, 'Take my piss in your mouth.'

I needed no further urging and I clambered to my knees, reaching out to gasp the back of her thighs. I bent to her and placed my mouth against her, encircling her tightly. I could smell her now. There was the rich, heady musk of her pussy and, mingled with it, the sharper tang of fresh pee. She grabbed my head and then, with a sudden thrust of her hips, let go into my mouth...

I have to stop for a moment and attempt the almost impossible task of describing the taste. For those, like myself, who have never experienced it, the expectation is that urine must be very salty and acrid but, in fact, it is neither. There is a saltiness, to be sure, but it is faint and there is an almost sweetness to it too. More than that I cannot really say except that even if you would never would never describe the taste as being, well... delicious exactly, is something about it - pheromones, maybe- that makes it compellingly, deeply intoxicatingly arousing and my cock began to jerk madly up and down, making me dangerously close to coming too soon...

Well... I couldn't have imagined doing so before that moment but I actually drank that hot, heady cocktail. If I had thought about it academically, I might have guessed I would spit, or otherwise let it run from my mouth but I gulped hungrily in two, full swallows. As I did, I dimly heard a sound from Anya, a sound unique to herself, a half groan, half sigh, that she only makes when she is highly aroused.




Golden Shower Virgin Pt. 02



When I Anya discovered she enjoyed peeing on me as much I enjoyed being peed on it didn't exactly mean that the flood-gates were open for me (so to speak). In fact, Anya took pleasure in doling out that particular favor only at odd, seemingly random times. As with the rest of our sex-life, she is always the one who decides when, where and how we will play, and making me wait for something is clearly part of the excitement for her.

When Anya wants sex she will frequently announce the fact without ceremony or any sort of pretense at coyness. On those occasions, what follow will usually be quick and perfunctory, and almost always begins with me servicing her orally in some fashion. At other times, however, when she is in the mood for more serious play, she always signals me with little hints well in advance of whatever it is she has in mind. Since she frequently likes to role-play during our 'special' sessions, her hints are often 'in character' in some way. She may, for instance, wish to play the 'strict teacher' game on a given evening and at some point beforehand will perhaps address me as a 'naughty boy', or else tell me that I need some serious 'schooling', or the like. Naturally, those (less than) veiled hints have the effect of reducing me to quivering anticipation well before the games actually get underway.

Last Halloween, Anya and I attended a costume party hosted by some of her work friends and Anya, who loves everything Tolkien, went dressed as an Elf. I don't mean the cutesy, Santa's helper sort of creature, but rather something right out of the 'Lord of the Rings' movie ... a more striking, and even sexier version of Liv Tyler, if you will. Anyway, she really looked fantastic, especially as her sharply slanting eyebrows and almond shaped eyes already give her a devastatingly lovely 'elvish' look. Her costume, a strangely incongruous blend of gossamer and leather, was both modest and teasing at the same time and, I am proud to say, turned the heads of both men and women on that particular evening.

Later that night, Anya remained in character during what became a terrific sex-play session and, since then, her elvish alter-ego has appeared on many occasions. There have been some developments, however, as the simple elf has now been transmogrified into 'The Elf-Queen', and the costume has diminished to something far less modest, with more of the leather and less of the gossamer. I know it sounds silly, perhaps, for a grown man to play-act in elf fantasies but the truth is that these sessions are consistently my favorite now and when Anya drops hints that the Elf-Queen may visit I am instantly hard in anticipation. Her other characters have always titillated me (and her, of course), but these games are the easily the most intensely erotic for the simple reason that the Elf-Queen is the most excitingly dirty and deliciously filthy-minded creature I have ever met.

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Those who have followed my story since the first chapter will recall that when Anya wants oral attention from me, it is just as likely to involve servicing her lovely bottom as much as her pussy. I, of course, have no difficulty with this as, aside from the incredible erotic charge I get from putting my face in between those flawless nether cheeks, I love the excitement she always derives from this most intimate act. Anya, to put it plainly, loves virtually every sort of anal play...

Much of the time, any serious anal sessions usually commence with an enema. This, mark you, is not merely a hygienic precaution; in fact, the enema is usually as much part of the play as whatever follows. Anya introduced this practice to me quite early on in our acquaintance and, though I was hesitant at first, I have come to find the sensations very arousing. Anya loves to administer them to me (playing a very clinical role sometimes), but most of all she really, really loves to receive them herself.

Now, before I move on, I need to tell you a couple of things that are relevant to my story:

First, shortly after the Halloween party I mentioned, Anya and I rented a house together. This didn't really make us more boyfriend-girlfriend than we were before but rather it just seemed more practical to share the expenses. We still maintain separate bedrooms (which was just as much my idea as it was Anya's, lest you were wondering otherwise), but now we don't have to end our times together with one of us having to make the trek back to our own apartment. The other benefit, aside from the sheer size of the place, is that it has a huge, old-fashioned bathroom with lots of tile and plenty of floor-space. There is an old iron bathtub (the sort with the clawed feet), but a modern shower stall has also been installed along with a bidet. Now, in our new premises, we not only can have bedroom sex, but basement sex (more about this some other time) and bathroom sex as well. The bathroom sex (and we call it that) is definitely my favorite...

The other thing I must tell you involves something of a development. You may recall that intercourse is not part of our relationship (and probably never will be), but, of late, there is some suggestion that there may be some room for... well, improvement, so to speak. When I have administered enemas to Anya I have always wondered what it must be like to slide my cock into her bottom while she is full of the warm, sudsy fluid. Anya, it appears, may have wondered the same thing for she has dropped several hints that this may actually happen.

The first time, after I had filled her and removed the enema nozzle, she looked wistfully at the diameter of the tubing and mused that something a little bigger would be better. She looked at me quite meaningfully and then grasped the shaft of my cock in a gentle, exploratory grip and whispered huskily in my ear:

'Something about this size would be so much nicer,' she said.

The next two hints were even more blatant. On both occasions, while the nozzle was deep inside her and the water slowly filling her, she asked me if I thought about putting my cock in there too. The second time, she actually reached around and began working the nozzle slowly in and out of her asshole as she asked the question, making me almost pass out with longing.

'For that, you'd have to be a very good boy...' she announced.

Well... that certainly made it plain that nothing along such lines was going to occur on that occasion and, sure enough, it didn't. But there was hope, I thought... When Anya dropped hints, even vague ones, it generally meant that she had some particular intention and, though I dared not actually rely on that general rule, I started to think that maybe, just maybe, I might be permitted to be inside her that way. Naturally, it seemed like an eternity before the magical actually happened...

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One Sunday afternoon, Anya and I were reading and listening to a Verdi opera in the smaller of our two living rooms (we have a large, somewhat formal 'parlor' at the front of the house, and a smaller, and more cozy 'sitting room' as well). Now I should explain that Anya and I observe what we call 'Naked Sundays' which means, it should be fairly obvious, that we go without clothes for the day. On Sundays we rarely go out, and don't expect callers, so being naked is just a pleasant way of really relaxing. There's nothing particularly sexual about it but, on this particular Sunday, it became apparent that Anya had something in mind...

At some point, it must have been an hour or so after lunch, Anya got up and, without a word, left me and went up to the second floor. She was gone for a while (I wasn't really paying attention) and then I heard her voice from the top of the stairs.

'Come and give me a hand, will you?' she called.

At first, I assumed that she must have plugged the toilet, needed something lifted, or otherwise required my physical efforts in some fashion. When I got upstairs however, I saw that she was in the bathroom, standing in front of the toilet with an enema can, already filled, in one hand, and the nozzle in the other. I was surprised of course, particularly because Anya had not dropped any of her usual hints about sex-play to come, but it was a pleasant sort of surprise and my cock immediately twitched in interest. She beckoned me in and then I saw that the nozzle she had selected was a Bardex... that was unusual.

Now for those unfamiliar, I should explain that a Bardex nozzle is a special type that has two 'balloons' along the length that are inflated with a rubber bulb. The purpose of these is to have one inflated just inside the anus, and one outside, so as to prevent the nozzle (or anything else) from coming out during the procedure. Anya has used this on me many times but, to date has never asked me to use it on her... she much prefers a long, ribbed nozzle usually and likes it to be slid in and out as the enema liquid is flowing into her.

I know I raised my eyebrows at this turn of affairs but Anya ignored this and hung the enema can from one of the shower curtain hooks. She picked up a tube of KY that was sitting on the bath rack and handed it to me.

'Use lots,' she said. 'You know how to work the Bardex, right?'

I nodded by way of reply, but I was still a little taken aback by the matter of fact, rather neutral tone in her voice. As I mentioned, there had been absolutely no signals, or hints of anything sexual to come before hand and Anya's manner now was also distinctly business-like. Being naked with her, and being handed the lubricant had already made me almost fully erect but she pointedly ignored my arousal and lowered herself into position.

Our tub, I should explain, is of the old-fashioned variety and has very high sides. Accordingly, we have a small wooden step on the floor beside it and Anya, as is her usual practice, had folded a towel on top of it. She knelt down and leaned forward with her forearms on the tub rim, her bottom now thrust out towards me.

'I'm ready,' she said.

Now, I have to stop at this point and let me try and describe this riveting view for you. Anya, I have said before is a very attractive woman... slender, but with nice wide hips and a gorgeous peach-shaped derriere. Her skin is very pale, alabaster almost, and when she is on all fours with the pinkness of her labial folds just visible beneath the darker crack of her bottom, the vision can just about make one swoon. I was hard and throbbing as I rubbed the sticky KY over the nozzle.

'Put some on me, too' she said. 'And lots inside me as well...'

I was trembling a little as I knelt down beside her. I used one hand to spread her open for me and was momentarily transfixed by the sight of her pretty asshole. Anya has a very tight little anal ring with delicate folds forming a twisted, pale, star-shape. Around the margins, in a wide corona, the smooth skin has a sunset-hued appearance in lovely pinks and light tan... It is a beautiful, deliciously gorgeous asshole indeed.

I raised the tip of the KY tube to her pretty opening and squeezed. A little blob of the clear jelly formed over the tight aperture and I used one finger to smear it around, making Anya start at the sensation. Her anus was now glistening and I put the tube back to her hole again and this time I pressed the tip tightly inwards before squeezing. I could feel the thick, viscous goo being pressed out of the tube and squirting inside. Again, I rubbed my finger in a circle around her anus and then slipped the tip inside, twirling it to coat the inside of her sphincter with the slippery gel. I heard her breath catch and she stiffened in anticipation of the nozzle.

The front balloon of the Bardex has a tapered shape for entry and, before being inflated, has an almost winged appearance. I put the tip to Anya's waiting anus and then slowly pushed it inside. Anya moaned now and I felt my cock jerk upwards excitedly. I deeply wanted to be sliding myself inside her instead of the nozzle but I knew that this, at least for the time being, was not to be. Instead, I pressed the nozzle home as far as it would go and then began to squeeze the bulb.

It took just four vigorous squeezes to fill both balloons and an exploratory tug on the enema tube confirmed that the tip was held firmly in place. I knew what the sensation of the twin balloons was like and I experienced a little vicarious pleasure when I saw how Anya's asshole was being stretched. I waited for a moment or two and then deftly flicked the valve just behind the nozzle...

'Oh... Oh, my god,' Anya gasped.

Although we have several enema bags, Anya much prefers the can as it is easier to fill and holds, I think, one and a half quarts. The tube attachment is quite wide but usually, with the nozzle Anya generally uses, the adapter allows for a narrow tube. The Bardex, in contrast, uses a much wider one and I could tell that Anya was surprised at the sheer strength of the flow. I could almost hear the rush of the water flooding inside her and I caressed her bottom cheeks gently as she went almost rigid at the sensation.

It took nearly two minutes for the can to empty as far as it could. There was not much more than a couple of fluid ounces left inside and I switched off the valve. Normally, we let an enema sit for at least a few minutes and I did so now but, when I went to withdraw the nozzle, Anya stopped me.

'No... fill up the can again,' she said. Her voice was tight.

I must have done a double take at that moment. I know what one can full feels like and the pressure is quite intense. I could scarcely believe she wanted more.

'Are you sure?' I asked. She nodded.

'Yes,' she said. She was gritting her teeth, I could tell, but I could also sense a pleasure and excitement behind the discomfort. ' I want you to completely fill me...'

I turned on the shower and, after adjusting for the right, lukewarm temperature, I filled the can once again and hung it back on its hook. Anya, who had relaxed for a moment or so, now stiffened in anticipation again as I bent to open the enema valve. There as a brief delay and then my lovely lady moaned deeply.

'Oh, fuck me' she gasped. 'That's deeper than I ever had it fill me before.'

I reached beneath her and very gently massaged her abdomen. I could feel the water moving inside her and it genuinely felt as though her belly was swollen with the incredible intake. I continued to massage and then the flow, probably inhibited by the backward pressure, slowed to a standstill. I closed the valve again.

'That's it,' I said. 'I don't think any more will flow.' Anya nodded.

'Just as well,' she said with some effort' 'I don't think I could take any more.'

I thought she would ask me to remove the nozzle for her but, to my surprise, she climbed a little unsteadily to her feet. Her face was flushed. I reached to help her but she waved me away.

'I don't need any more help,' she said. 'And you don't need to watch the rest... go on back downstairs, now.'

I was a little crestfallen at this. I had already clued into the fact that Anya had nothing sexual in mind at that moment, but the abrupt dismissal was a little disappointing. My erection had already subsided and now it seems as though the prospect of anything exciting happening had vanished entirely. Anya, however, raised my spirits once again.

'I won't be too long,' she said, more softly this time. 'But I do want to clean in here a little.' She then gave me a look that made my heart leap. 'You know, for later...' she said.

*****

Once I was downstairs, I had a sudden revelation of sorts. Anya had not given me any signal of upcoming sex play before the enema because the enema *was* the signal. The second signal, of course, was her mentioning that she was going to clean the bathroom 'for later', and I knew then, with a little thrill of excitement that, not only did Anya have something special planned, it was going to be a special session of 'bathroom sex'. Already, I was wondering how I would manage to wait patiently until the appointed time arrived.

Anya finished what she had to do and came down after a while. She was now fully dressed and it appeared that the naked part of naked Sunday was now over. She had also reverted to her neutral demeanor once again and it was clear that she was not going to give away any further hints of what was to come until she was ready. Her first task for me was to go to the basement and fetch an appropriate bottle of wine.

'I'm going to make veal scallops later,' she announced. "I need some rice, though... can you run out and get me a bag?'

Naturally I had to get dressed again and by the time I returned from the store it was very nearly 5pm. Anya busied herself in the kitchen right away and I poured us each a glass of wine to drink while she cooked. She made a saffron risotto to go along with the veal scallops and we enjoyed a lovely meal at the kitchen table as watched the sun go down. Afterwards, Anya cleared away.

'Make me some tea, will you?' she asked as she placed the dishes in the sink. She looked back at me with a sly little smile and, again, she made my heart jump with sudden excitement. Anya drinks tea almost every night but it has now become established that if she asks me to make it, she is signaling that she will pee for me later... Now, I was beginning to feel that my cup was indeed running over. Not just bathroom sex, but pee-sex too!

It must have taken her two hours to finish the tea. It was a large pot, to be sure, but I also know that she was intentionally dragging out the time, making me almost nuts with anticipation. Finally, she emptied her cup and stood up.

'I have stuff to do,' she announced. 'Why don't you read, or something? I'll be calling you in a while, I expect.'

She left, going upstairs once again, and I tried to absorb myself in the same book I had been reading earlier. I think I managed to get through two chapters or so but I have no memory of what I read as the words seemed to be meaningless. I was far too preoccupied with what was to come and my ability to concentrate was just about non-existent. About a half hour later, while I was still waiting for her to call, I heard a strange sound floating down from the upper story.

I stood up and, as I walked across the room, it became clear that there was music being softly played. I opened the door to investigate further and saw that the hallway was only dimly lit and the landing at the top of the stairs was in complete darkness. The music was coming from up there and all of a sudden I recognized it as a recording of Elvish chants set to music that Anya had bought a while ago. The sound made me instantly hard... 

The Elf-Queen was waiting for me! 

*****

Oh God ... I couldn't imagine what was about to happen, but I knew that it was going to be very, very intense. My heart was thumping like a jack-hammer inside my chest as I slowly, and very nervously, mounted the stairs. When I reached top, my eyes trained into the blackness beyond but, even with a little light coming up from below, I couldn't make out the end of the passageway. Then, suddenly, I heard the bathroom door creak and a golden glow from within lit the hall to reveal my sexy Queen in all her naughty glory.

I hadn't known it, but Anya had actually been outside the door when she opened it and it was just the light spilling from within that now made her visible. Her hair was pulled back and she wore a golden chain as a sort of circlet around her head, with little medallion dangling from the front so as to hang just above and between her eyes. Her chest was harnessed with a cup-less leather bra I had seen her wear before but, now, a sheer square of gossamer hung from the top of the shoulder straps. It covered the swell of her breasts, falling almost to her navel, but the dark circles of her nipples showed clearly through the flimsy cloth.




Golden Shower Virgin Pt. 02



There was a leather belt around Anya's waist and from the front and back hung two more strips of gossamer cloth, each no more than a hand-span across and reaching almost to the floor. I couldn't see through them in the shadows that fell across her nether regions but I knew, to a certainty, that she wore nothing underneath. Tendrils of steam were now emerging through the doorway, curling about her in the golden light, and when she raised her hand to halt me where I stood, she looked magnificent.

'Are you ready to serve your Queen?' she asked imperiously. I nodded silently and she looked me up and down in clear disdain. 

'You are not permitted to be clothed in my throne room,' she said. She turned and entered the doorway, pausing only to deliver a final order. 'Attend to it, Mortal!'

As nervous as I was, I managed to tear off my clothes in less than five seconds. My cock was achingly hard now and stood out stiffly in front of me as I approached the doorway. Feeling my pulse racing, I peered around the doorjamb, into the bathroom, and my eyes opened wide at what I saw...

Anya had strategically placed candles on almost every available surface, perhaps two dozen in all. They all winked and guttered together but the brightness of their combined flames was muted and softened by the thick clouds of steam in the room. As always, when we had bathroom sex, Anya prepared the room by running the hot water for a good fifteen minutes beforehand and here, in our new house, with both the shower and the bath tap running at full blast, the atmosphere was dense thick with roiling vapor. Anya appeared almost wraithlike in the steamy gloom and I could feel the sweat already rising on my brow as I stepped inside. Anya bid me close the door.

'Advance' she commanded me. I stepped into the center of the room, the tiles cold against my feet, and Anya planted herself in front of me, one hand resting negligently on her hip. In her other hand, I saw, she held a thin leather belt folded into a loop. 

'And how will you worship your Queen?' she asked me. She reached out with the belt and dangled it over my erection, allowing it to play teasingly along the top of the shaft. 'With this meagre little wand, perhaps?'

I really had no idea what sort of answer was required and I just swallowed hard as the delightful sensations in my cock sent shivers up my spine. Anya's gaze hardened at my silence and with a sudden jerk of her wrist she snapped the head of my penis sharply with the belt. It hurt ... believe me it hurt, but the pain was intensely exciting at the same time.

'Well?' she demanded. 'Is that what you were thinking?' She seemed about to fetch me another blow and I quickly managed to stammer a reply.

'Uh... Uh, yes? My, my Queen...'

Queen Anya laughed out loud and then slipped her other hand around my balls, cupping them briefly before sliding her fingers in a gentle caress along the shaft.

'We'll see...' she said. 

She suddenly looped the belt around my waist and fastened it tightly. Gripping the front around the buckle she pulled me further into the gloom until we were before the toilet. There was a towel folded on the floor just a foot or so in front of the bowl. Again, she grasped my cock, holding it almost tenderly.

'Are you ready to show your devotion to me, mortal?' she asked in a sibilant whisper. She began to move her hand back and forth along my cock. 'Are you ready to use your mouth in worship?

I half-moaned a reply of assent and shivered as she squeezed the pulsing base of my shaft. 

'With your mouth to my bottom?' she continued. 'Will you put your mouth against my asshole to show your devotion? Will you taste my ass?'

Oh God... The way she put the questions made my knees weak with intense horniness. At that moment I would have done anything she demanded.

'Yes... yes, my Queen' I rasped hoarsely. She nodded and pointed to the towel. 

'Kneel in supplication, then' she ordered.

I did as I was bid and Anya stepped in front of me facing the toilet, the tips of her toes on either side of the pedestal. She stood there silently for a moment so that I could gaze upon the dark shadow of her ass crevice through the whisper thin strip of gossamer. A moment longer she waited, and then she reached back and pulled away the narrow cloth so that her naked bottom was now inched from my face.

'Show me your devotion, mortal' she commanded me softly.

*****

Every muscle in body was trembling now. I reached out with both hands and lightly gripped Anya's legs at the knees and then slowly bent my face to her alabaster cheeks. I kissed each in turn, first at the top, then beneath the curve at the underside, pausing between each peck. I felt Anya trembling herself and my cock pulsed excitedly at the thought of her mounting arousal. I now pressed my lips squarely into the crevice, kissing deeply and allowing my tongue to probe inside. Anya now gasped out loud.

I wriggled deeper, sweeping my tongue up and down inside the tight pillows of her buttocks, twirling it as it snaked inward. My hands now slid up her thighs and I pulled her hips towards me, thrusting as far as I could go. I could taste the saltiness of her sweat now and I pushed deeper still, straining until I just grazed her anus. I was desperate to be inside her now and she was wanting it too...

'Wait' she gasped. She reached forward and put down the toilet lid, then climbed up to kneel upon it, As she leaned forward to rest her forearms on the top of the tank, her bottom now thrust toward me, the cheeks spreading open. I gazed hungrily at the little tan eye within and then bent towards her once again.

Now my tongue had free access to her lovely little hole and I swept it eagerly over and around the wrinkled aperture, pressing first with the flat against the opening and then with the tip. I began to flick back and forth, teasing at first and then pressing insistently, trying to tease my way in. Anya moaned and she rocked her hips back towards me in pleasure.

'Lick me,' she said. 'Lick my anus... put your tongue on my asshole'

She was beginning to open like a flower bud now, her excitement causing her tight aperture to widen for me. The tip of my tongue now wriggled inside and I pushed harder, willing myself to be fully within the hot depths of her ass. She exhaled sharply then, relaxing her sphincter and suddenly I was as far in as I could go. 

'Oh yes... fuck me in my bottom,' she moaned. 'Fuck me with your tongue.'

I was thrusting back and forth now, twisting the tip to cares the soft inner walls of her musky hole, and Anya was bucking her hips towards me, grinding my face into her crevice. I was deeper inside her than I had ever been before and the immense eroticism of the moment was making my cock leak pre-cum copiously. I was dangerously close to cumming myself when Anya suddenly gave a short sharp scream and came herself...

Now, you need to know that, each time we have done this in the past, Anya has only come while touching herself at the same time that I licked her. This time, however, her hands were nowhere near her cunt and her orgasm came just from the attentions of my tongue. It was, I swear, an even more powerful orgasm than any before and, the contractions of her muscles caused her asshole to clamp tightly about the width of my tongue, holding me and sucking me deeper inside with each wave of her pleasure. Again and again she bucked her bottom against my face and she rode me, gasping and whimpering as the last aftershocks subsided. Finally, she disengaged herself and turned to face me. She bent and kissed me hotly, thrusting her own tongue into my mouth.

'I can taste your devotion,' she whispered when she pulled away. Her eyes were glistening with excitement and she reached down to grasp my throbbing member. 'What else would you put inside my bottom?' she asked me. 'Do you think you should be allowed to penetrate me?'

I struggled to think of a reply but Anya saved me the trouble. She stood up and looked down at me with a look of pure wickedness.

'I think a further display of your devotion is required first,' she smiled.

*****

Anya continued to stand over me and, as I watched, she slowly removed the gauze strip from the front of her belt and tossed it carelessly aside. She began to slide her hands downward across the flat of her belly, pressing inward as her fingers slipped along either side of her mound.

'Your Queen has a desperate need,' she informed me slyly. 'Such an awful, awful need to pee.' 

She allowed her eyes to close briefly and then she moaned in mock agony. 'It's going to come, soon' she told me. 'Are you ready to show me how you worship my precious piss as deeply as you do my bottom?'

'Oh yes, my Queen' I murmured fervently. 'Please let me show you...'

I was expecting her to let go immediately but she suddenly reached for the shelf above the toilet tank and grabbed a glass flask. It was actually a flower vase from downstairs and she had obviously brought it up here for whatever she had in mind. There was also something blue towards the back of the shelf but, for the moment, I couldn't tell what it was.

'Take this in both hands, mortal' Anya instructed me. She handed me the vase and I looked at in confusion. I was expecting something along the lines of a regular golden shower but this was a new twist on anything we had done before. I as trying to guess what Anya had in mind when she ordered me to hold the vase steady for her.

'Catch my piss, mortal ... save it for worship'

Suddenly, she dropped her hips slightly, bending her knees so that her pussy lips were flush over the top of the flask and then, with no delay at all, she let loose a hot torrent of golden piss into the waiting mouth. The steaming column burst against the base, splattering up the sides and the sudden heat against my hands sent a flutter of excitement through my belly. I loved seeing her pee explode from her lovely cunt and the ritual way we were doing this was deeply, deeply arousing.

Anya peed for what seemed like minutes and the flask, a good pint and a half, I would judge, was very nearly full when the last few drops had dwindled. She looked me deep in the eyes.

'Do you want to partake of my holy communion?' she asked me. I suddenly knew what was expected now and I nodded devoutly. Anya took the flask from me.

'This is my pee,' she intoned. 'This is my sacred nectar...'

She held the rim of the flask to my lips and, as I closed my eyes in supplication, she tipped it, sending a flood of her hot, steaming fluid into my mouth. The acid saltiness exploded on my taste buds and I gulped, feeling my cock strain to an impossible fullness at the sheer eroticism of the act. I waited for more but Anya shook her head.

'We need this for an even more special communion,' she said mysteriously. Before I could begin to wonder what that might mean she handed the flask back to me once again and retrieved the blue thing I had seen on the shelf. As she brought it down into the light I suddenly saw that it was rubber enema syringe. I stared at it in dumb fascination, causing Anya to smile wickedly.

'What shall we do with this do you suppose?' she asked. I didn't even have time to shrug before she deftly unscrewed the plug at the bottom and upturned it in front of me. 'Fill it up, mortal,' she commanded me. 'Don't spill even a single drop, either.'

My hands were shaking as I did as I was told and when the entire contents of the flask were inside the rubber bulb, Anya replaced the plug and inverted the syringe. She took the flask and gave me the syringe to hold in its stead. I now had some idea what it was she had in mind but, as a few moments later were to reveal... I had it wrong.

Anya put the flask back on the shelf and retrieved the same tube of KY we had use earlier. She spread some on her fingers and, watching the expression on my face intently, she began to grease the nozzle of the syringe in the same slow, teasing motion she so often uses on my cock. When she was finished she held up the tube, one eyebrow raised quizzically as though daring me to guess how next it would be used, and then she bent slightly. Smiling at me, she placed the tube in between the cheeks of her bottom and squeezed.

Oh Jesus ... I had some vague inkling of what was to happen next, but the larger picture of her intent was still a mystery. Whatever it was, though, was making me as horny as I had ever been.

Anya turned and faced the toilet again, this time bending forward to grasp the top of the tank with her hands. Her bottom was now open to me once again, the deliciously crenellated now shining with lubricant, and the pussy lips below were also just as slick with her arousal.

'Put it inside me,' Anya whispered.

Slowly, tenderly, I eased the narrow nozzle into her waiting bottom and when it was all the easy in I held it for a moment. I could hear Anya's breath coming in a slow measured tempo and a there was a stillness in the room as I pressed the bulb. Anya started as the contents squirted into her.

'Oh Christ... that's so fucking hot,' she gasped.

I continued to squeeze emptying it all into her and then I withdrew the nozzle. After a moment, she turned to face me once again but she wasn't looking at me this time. She had one hand pressed against her lower stomach and one flat against her bottom and her eyes were closed as though she was , almost, savoring a supremely delicious sensation. For a full minute she continued to breathe deeply as though in a trance and then she recovered her composure once again. I was about to ask her if she was alright but she placed a finger across my lips and eyed me to silence.

'Are you ready for a very special, most holy communion?' she asked me.

In that instant, I suddenly understood what Anya wanted me to do and I could also see that she recognized my understanding. Had I balked right then, and chosen to go no further with this game, Anya would have accepted my decision without reproach, but there was something important happening at that moment and, in my arousal, there was nothing I could have refused her. Even before I could reply, Anya sensed my acceptance but she continued to question me in final confirmation of my devotion.

'Will you worship my bottom and take my pee from me?' she asked. 'Will you show me your total devotion by taking communion from my ass?' She was staring at me intensely as she waited on my reply.

'Yes, my Queen,' I responded hoarsely. 'I want to take what you give me.'

Anya nodded. Her face was impassive but I could see a gleam of pleased satisfaction in her eyes. She turned slowly, like a priest approaching an altar and climbed to kneel upon the toilet seat again. She was shaking now but I was trembling too and the arousal we were sharing was even thicker than the heavy steam in the close confines of the room. She presented her bottom to me and, taking the cheeks in my hand, I reverently bent my face to her crevice once again.

As my mouth closed around her anus, encircling her tightly, a silence descended for a full minute and then I felt Anya tense. There was one more brief pause and then suddenly a fountain of piss squirted in a hot jet into my mouth, making me gulp furiously. Once again I taste the acrid saltiness but this time there was an added musky dimension that made my cock seem to swell even further and I continued to swallow hungrily, taking every drop. The first flow subsided after a few seconds or so but Anya tensed again and one jet followed another until she was empty. As before, she turned and kissed me, tasting herself from my mouth. She was, I think I can say, as excited as I have ever seen her and before I could do or say anything she pushed me down to the floor and sat astride me.

'You're going to be inside me again,' she said. 'Inside my bottom... but this time with your cock.'

She reached behind herself with one hand and rubbed the slick pre-cum over the head and down the shaft. Carefully, she placed her asshole over the glans and let it press against her. I moaned then, and in a moment I was inside her, the heat almost making me shoot my load immediately.

'Don't cum' Anya hissed urgently. 'Don't come until I tell you...'

Very slowly, almost gingerly, she lowered herself down, easing herself onto my rigid spike until it was buried to the hilt. Her eye were half-closed now and I could see she was loving the sensation as she started to rock herself, rising on the forward motion until just the head remained inside and dropping down hard on the backstroke. It took only a few seconds of this before I felt beyond recovery.

'I... I'm going to...'

'Stop!' Anya demanded. She held herself still for a moment and then rocked forward again until I was all but pulled free from her. I willed myself not to explode and gritted my teeth with the effort.

'You can come in a moment,' Anya said. She bent forward, still gripping my glans with her asshole, and kissed me. 'After you do, I want you to give me another orgasm, but before that' she added, her voice dropping to a delicious whisper, ' I want you to suck every drop of cum out of my bottom...'

*****



Golden Shower Virgin



I looked up at that moment. When I saw that her eyes were glistening, and her face flushed, I knew instantly that she hadn't really expected me to swallow... that the fact that I had done this most intimate act was deeply, deeply exciting to her. She pulled my face to her dripping thatch once again.

'More,' she gasped. 'I have more...'

My nose was buried deep into her groin, my expectant mouth wide around her opening. Her hips were trembling now and then they jerked as she squired twice into me. Hungrily, I drank back all she had and then I was licking her, sucking the drops of pee from her sopping thatch, and probing her deeply. I thrust my tongue into the hot, satin folds of her vagina and upwards to the hard nubbin of her clit.

'Oh fuck... oh fuck, you dirty, dirty bastard,' she moaned.

I felt her knees buckle and she stepped backwards, grabbing wildly for the top of the toilet tank to stop herself from falling. Her other hand was tangled in my hair and she pulled me forward until I was leaning right over the bowl, still licking furiously. Again she moaned and then she came explosively jerking her hips back and forth for nearly a minute until she finally spent in a last shuddering series of aftershocks. Abruptly, she pushed me away and regained her composure. My cock was throbbing and straining as I clambered unsteadily to my feet and a quivering string of pre-cum hung precariously from the tip. She grasped the shaft...

'Clean up the mess and then come to the bedroom,' she said, her voice tight and thick. 'You haven't nearly finished yet...'

*****



Golden Showers and Maple Syrup



A plastic sheet was spread on the floor and over the rug. Chains hung from all four hooks in the beam. Master was comfortable, and at the computer. 

I went to the bathroom and prepared myself for Him, then went into the living room. Silently I waited for His instructions.

"Sit down under the chains"

I did as I was told. Without another word He began His work. Leather cuffs went on my ankles; I was already wearing the wrist cuffs. My wrists were attached to the chains in the center... 

"Lay back" His voice was strong. I lay silent and still as He raised my legs and attached to cuffs to the outside chains. Feeling very vulnerable, I remained silent and, as Master unlocked the padlocks holding the chain in place on my labia rings; I could feel myself sink deep into my submission.

A blindfold was placed on my eyes, and Master began His working again. Lubricant was applied to my labia and the cylinder was held in place. Slowly He began pumping and my labia and clit began to swell. The pressure was incredible! I could feel the blood rushing to the nerve endings. Master left the cylinder on and went back to the computer. As He checked His E-mail, I was left on the floor, in chains, my cunt beginning to throb.

He came back several times pumping more pressure into the cylinder, drawing my labia and clit deeper into the tube. I moaned softly, but did not speak. Time passes quickly while blindfolded, so I am not sure how long He left the suction on. I do know that, when He removed it, I began to drip. My clit and labia were swollen and sensitive, the need for release was overwhelming! With each touch, I felt His power over me.

Vibrators and dildos were put to the test. The vibrator tormented my clit; bringing me to the edge of an orgasm time and time again, never allowing my release. It was thrust into my cunt, the speed turned up high, and all I could do was moan with incredible pleasure! He fucked my cunt until I was begging to release...

"Please may I cum?" I pleaded.

"You want to cum, slave?" His voice gave me hope.

"yyyyeess......pplllllleeeeasssse?" I began to sob

... a moment of silence... "NO!” was all He said?

The vibrator moved back to my clit on high speed! 

The dildos were put to use.... every size He owns...all used to stretch my cunt as wide as possible, and when I was wide open, I felt His fingers. First one... then two... thrusting in and out of me. He added a third, twisting and turning inside me. Spreading His fingers, stretching me open... I knew what He was going to do!

The more aggressive His thrusts became, the louder my moans became.

"ssshhhh!... quiet down, slave..." His command was barely louder than a whisper.

My desire to feel His hand inside me tried to take over. I felt my hips begin to move, to rise up and meet His thrusts. I also felt myself tighten up and push against the pain. He stopped...."Quiet down and be still, or I am going to stop". My mind began to panic! My thoughts all centered on the wonderful feeling and not wanting it to end.

Master reminded me to breathe and relax.... Breathe and relax....

I am not sure how much longer He worked me, nor am I sure how much of His hand actually got into me. All I know is I began to float.

Unaware of time, I felt nothing but the calmness that envelops me when I reach my "zone". The content feeling of being owned took my mind and I began to ride the waves of my submission.

As I lay there, blissful and content ever nerve on edge I felt the warmth of His golden gift as He showered and bathed me in His ownership and love! My back arched as I begged to be allowed to cum and my request was granted! My entire body flexed as I began to gush the silky nectar of my love for Him. It was a few minutes before I realized that He had stopped. I heard His footsteps as He walked away, and then returned.

"Open your mouth" He instructed me. Without question, or hesitation, I did as I was told. The ice cold, sticky, sweet maple syrup covered my lips, then down over my breasts, over my neck and shoulders... dripping into my hair, and then it was the warmth of His shower again!

He released me from my chains and sat in the rocker. "Come kneel before me". For the next hour I was allowed to worship Him with my hands and mouth. He had me massage my own breasts and cunt as I gently sucked Him, and then... He fed me! The warm, sweet drink that nourishes me!

I began to fly again......



Golden Showers in Black and White



Where had this fetish started? I am unsure, but perhaps it was at University when I went out with a young Indian woman who was 21 and dating me, a mere nineteen-year-old who was as virginal about sex as she was. Ok, I'd fondled women's breasts as I grew from teenager to full adult male but 'down there' was a mystery until I fell in love with Indra. She had set boundaries on our sex-play, happy to pet above but because of her religious convictions refused to go further, or so she said. Then she admitted one day that she was in love with me - and I reciprocated as I'd been smitten from the start - and once that happened all hell broke loose! 

We had been caressing, struggling to stay within our usual bounds of decency and chastity, when she suddenly pulled my hand under her light cotton skirt and straight on to her pussy lips that were completely uncovered; no panties and no hair. She was bald as a coot down there and it was a shock, but I felt like I had died and gone to heaven. Her cunt was hot and silky smooth, the swollen labia soaking wet. She was almost frantic for my fingers to caress and tease at her. Me doing this! I was equally frantic because I hadn't a clue what I was doing but soon got the hang of it with her guidance. You know, I rubbed and rubbed that beautiful nub of flesh that stiffened and pressed against my finger as her whole body arched to greet me. Her hands had released her breasts from under her T-shirt and she was offering me her firm little titties to kiss and suck. What was even more surprising was her language. It got more and more foul as she reached a crescendo of screams as she came. They were only muffled by me planting my hungry mouth over hers. Even then, she bit my tongue and drew blood! She was like a person possessed.

From that point forward life with Indra was a mix of study and fuck. Eating was not compulsory, unless it was of her tits and cunt, or her on my cock. She became an avid reader of sex advice columns, sex books, pornographic magazines (the muckier the better) and manuals on how to do it properly. I have to say that not only did I get an all-round academic education, she was intent that I graduated from the Karma Sutra University, just outside of Cardiff. And the key that unlocked all this had been to declare our love for each other. Without it she would have stayed a virgin, as would I. 

By the end of the final year when exams were over and we were idling around awaiting results, Indra and me were through all the positions, had used fruit and vegetables as sex aids, licked chocolate off our bodies and tried (and loved) bondage. Then she said to me...

"Paul, don't you feel there is still something missing in our sex play?"

"Missing? What do you mean," I asked, completely exhausted after another torrid round of fucking as my reward for helping her with her final assignment and as my birthday present. I was well and truly shagged out, to use the vernacular. I could hardly sit up she had ridden me so hard and demanded so much. Besides, being tied to the bed did not help.

"Well, all that we do stays within what most people would see as 'safe'. You know, everybody is into bondage, a little spanking and uses sex toys now."

There was silence. I didn't know what to say. Was I boring her?

"I'm not bored with you," she said, while stroking my cock for the umpteenth time that evening, but now to reassure. "I just think that there is more we have left uncharted."

What could I say? There were some things I wanted to try but I was sure she would not. So I lied.

"Darling, I'm so happy with you. There is nothing missing from our sex lives, unless of course you want to try pissing and shitting on each other..."

I tried to make light of it, laughing gaily with her. Secretly I was hoping above hopes that she would be made curious.

"Pissing?"

"Yes. And shitting," I added, the latter added with a little giggle. I noticed she was holding my cock harder, squeezing as she repeated 'pissing' but releasing on 'shitting'. 

"What do people do when they piss and shit on each other? I thought the government and British management did that all the time, but on us not each other." Then it was her time to laugh.

Silence seemed to hang in the air.

"They often make each other hang on to their pee, like me being tied to the bed unable to go to the toilet," I said, struggling to contain my excitement at the thought of being made to withhold my piss for a long time then letting it out, preferably directly onto Indra's face. You see I had been on the internet in my sexual researches and found interesting sites with a menu of sexual deviancies and I was hooked on the pictures. My cock was giving me away, she could tell. Could the fantasy become reality? Then she surprised me again...

"So, just for example, if I was to stop my pee-pee for a long time, then bind you up and squat over your face releasing my piss, you'd like that?" she asked, almost incredulously.

"Well, I didn't say I'd like it, "I lied again, "I'm curious about trying it. In fact, last night I dreamt that you wanted to be pissed on by me after you had sucked me off."

"I'm not sure," she said, thoughtfully, but her nipples were showing other desires. She had teats like rocks! Then she went silent on me.

"Darling, are you going to untie me?"

Silence.

"Darling..."

I heard the front door close. She had gone out, leaving me tied to the bed, and I fell asleep after worrying for a little while if it was safe to be left in this state. What if a university cleaner came in or there was a fire? However, as I often did if worried, I went to sleep. 

I awoke to Indra surrounding me with towels and tucking some plastic sheeting under me. I was half asleep still and couldn't work out what on earth she was up to. As I came round so my bladder reminded me I'd not had a pee for over five hours. Had I really been asleep that long? She must have milked me dry. 

"W-what's going on?" I asked drowsily.

"Shhhh...your dream is about to come true and I am so full of piss that you may drown in ecstasy," she said in such a wildly seductive way. She was making this event sound more and more erotic. "I have been on a web-site too at Karen's house. She was intrigued by my researches to say the least and admitted that she had the same fantasy but is too scared to ask if she can try it out with Dave. I said I would report back."

Now I was awake! 

"Sh...You told someone about this?...my...do you realise it means others know of my fantasy? Does she know you are interested too?"

"Of course."

Then it happened. She climbed onto the bed, placing her feet either side of my head. She still had her bright red thong on so I thought maybe she was bluffing but then I saw the scissors. Lifting her short pleated skirt and tucking it back into her waist, she slid the blade down the side of her panties cutting away first one side of the waistband and then the other. She was teasing me, holding the cut material between her thighs, and then let it fall onto my face. I could smell her sex juice, stronger than ever on the cloth. Then her cunt was lowered slowly, letting me take in her shaven beauty and realise the enormity of the act that was to follow. 

She let out a dribble of piss, then a short stream that soaked my face from nose to under my chin. It smelled fresh and sweet. I thought it was not too bad, until she ordered me to open my mouth with a barking, thunderous command.

"Open your fucking gob and take my piss. You are not to spill a drop my 'piss slut'."

Well, all I could see now was her mons pressed close to my nose and feel her cunt lips. I was open-mouthed, tasting the saltiness of the 'entrée' she had given me, then I nearly choked as the rush of piss streamed suddenly into my mouth. It was hot and steaming, slightly acrid at first then salty and pleasant on the palate. I drank it down greedily, just as I had read and seen on the net how people did. I felt my cock harden to aching-point and my own bladder swell with the hours of accumulated piss.

Indra had noticed too, having bent right over to take the throbbing cock-head deep in her throat. I couldn't piss because my cock was hard, but I began to forget my own urgency as another feeling took over. My balls ached as they filled with cum. I wanted Indra to suck me off, releasing the tension, then I could even the score and attend to her piss-fantasies, which I was sure Karen would have encouraged knowing that slut (meaning it in the most affectionate of ways). And oh, did she suck. It was as if the pissing hot urine into my mouth was acting as a wild aphrodisiac. I felt so horny; control was not on my mind. I wanted to spend in her mouth and coat her throat as fast as I could.

My lips and tongue were coated with the taste of her piss, my nostrils had the smell and the liquid was sending signals to my bladder to empty its pee too. Battling and winning at this point was my desire to cum. Her mouth slid right down my shaft and back to the engorged head in ever faster pumps of my cock. I felt the tip hit the back of her expert throat, so adept was she at not choking as she sucked. I felt my balls tighten, the spunk rising and my prostate working overtime to fulfil my pleasure. Shudders began to pass through me, her mouth tightened like cunt muscles do, with paroxysms of sexual delight and my wrists and ankles tugged and twisted against their bindings as the orgasm overwhelmed me. She pressed her urine-covered cunt closer onto my face, forcing me to gasp for air whenever she moved to allow me some respite. I in turn pumped my cum deep into her throat, letting her savour the sharp-tasting fluid, its viscosity honed by the drinking of exotic spiced drinks that Indra insisted helped give my cum the flavour she adored.

When spent, I lay quietly, wondering what would be the next stage in this adventure. The story unfolded quickly.

"Well, piss-face," she sneered, lifting her cunt a little higher so that I could see her from clitty to anus, "you have to clean me up and then I may want to drink at your fountain. Lick my pussy clean."

Well, I licked and licked, getting my tongue hard into her slit and all around the puffed and obviously aroused labia. I'd never seen her cunny so excited and judging from her reaction to my ministrations, so sensitive either. Her language was appalling too as she used me as a masturbating aid. For that period of time I was not Paul, I was the fuck-tongue, the 'pissed-on fuck-tongue' that was only good for pleasuring her cunt. She abused me verbally and she used me as I lay there unable to move, totally at her mercy and full of her piss in my stomach. 

And then she came, not once, not twice but in multiple waves of pleasure. She ground her cunt into my face almost suffocating me with the pressure and urgency of her gyrations as she sought out as much hedonistic joy as she could grab. I've heard women scream when they come but this was astonishing and so loud I was afraid a neighbour might ring to see if we were alright. If they had then it would not have been true to say 'I'm alright'. I was more than that and so was she. This transcended anything we had done before.

Then she collapsed onto me, her cunt lips still pressed close to my face, her torso resting on my chest and her face now by my cock. The weight of her head was on my bladder, reminding me again of my hours without peeing. Now I desperately needed a piss but how? She was exhausted from her coming and I was tied up so could not force anything on her.

"Darling, I need untying."

"Why?" she asked, half drowsy.

"I'm desperate for a pee-pee."

She giggled. Then there was silence.

"Darling?" I asked again, hoping she had not gone to sleep on me as she sometimes did after a marathon session of fucking.

"Just piss."

"Just piss?" I asked, warily. "If I do that then it will go everywhere."

She started to gyrate her hips again, pressing her cunt lips back onto my nose and mouth, reminding me of how wonderful it was when I drank her pee and licked her clean as she orgasmed. Did she want me to do it again? 

"No, it won't. I promise," she said, clearly teasing me by pressing her hand onto my pubis to urge the bladder; like parents do to get their infants to wee when they stand them at night. 

I couldn't hold back. After only a few minutes of teasing pressure, I had to let it go. I could see and feel she was excited again, her cunt dripping with her juice. I trusted her to be ready to deal with me. The piss was building in my bladder. It was too hard to hold back any more. The discomfort was too great. Then I leaked a little drop, unable to sustain denial of what I most needed.

"I'm going to have to piss!"

And I did! The jet of piss shot from my dick. The first second of the stream must have sprayed in an arc between my legs. She had lied; she did not catch it as she said she would.

Then I felt the mouth close around my pissing cock. I heard the slight choking then the adjustment and a sucking and gulping action as my piss splashed to the back of her throat. It felt wonderful to have such control over someone and such complete trust that they would take my pee; and for so long, as I took ages to complete.

Meanwhile, Indra had another orgasm as she rubbed her cunt mercilessly again over my nose and mouth. I helped by sticking out my tongue like a stiff rod and just let her find her pleasure upon it. She was insatiable.

Then she climbed off me, turning herself round to face me and rub her naked breasts against my chest as she took my face in her hands and kissed me deeply on the lips. Her tongue was incessant in its searching of my mouth, fighting with my tongue and seeming to lap up any hint of piss. I could smell my semen on her mouth, but not the piss, and that surprised me. 

That's when I realised something was not quite right, especially as my cock was rising again in response to the administrations of someone else's mouth! I stopped my tonsil hockey with Indra, shaking my head to the side so I could speak.

"Darling, what are you up to?"

The mouth on my cock stopped.

"Hi Paul! Karen here at your service." I heard from behind Indra. "I love your piss, and this gorgeous salami of a cock. It really turns me on."

Then the dismembered voice of Indra's closest friend and confident stopped as Karen returned to attending to my prick. I had been hard, but now I was harder. It was a fantasy come true. 

"I hope you don't mind?" Indra whispered in my ear. "I can't do something like that without learning from someone else first and I knew from your talking in your sleep that you fancied Karen. It's a double present to you - pissing and a threesome. I lied about Dave too. He loves pissing."

"When I get...ooo..." I struggled to say, as Karen sucked harder on my cock, "out of these bindings, I am going to..." 

I gave up trying to speak as two sets of lips took control: Indra over my mouth and Karen, the buxom West Indian, over my cock. I thought how both would have tasted my cum and me the piss of my lover. That was enough. I could not contain myself. The spunk shot from me without any warning for Karen. I heard her moans and gulps as she washed my piss down with sticky jism. I also heard Indra come, moaning in my mouth, clearly from ministrations by her friend as she still held my face with both hands. Then I heard Karen come. Her fingers must have worked overtime as she sucked on me. 

"Happy Birthday, White Man" Indra said some time later as all three of us lay on the bed together, naked and exhausted but happy.

"Thank you darling." Was all I was able to muster. My energy exhausted.

Indra sat up, naked breasts jiggling and asked enthusiastically...

"So Karen, tell me about shit-play..." 



Golden Showers My Addiction



The frequent drinking of water had filled my bladder during my walk and I didn't think I'd make it to my house without emptying it. I stepped behind some bushes, pulled my semi hard cock from my shorts and started to relieve myself. After a while I heard a noise and noticed her standing behind me!

She approached me and whispered in my ear as I pissed, "Nothing is more erotic to me then the sight of a man pissing!"

I smiled a little and tried to continue to pee. She got closer and grabbed hold of my pissing cock. I moaned as my cock grew harder; it was becoming more difficult to piss at this point.

I chuckled.

"No woman has ever said that to me."

She smiled as she held my cock tight. It made it harder for me to finish, and the stream became a trickle. She dropped to her knees and opened her mouth; taking my cock she directed the flow into her mouth and drank its last drops.

She licked me clean and then re-inserted my cock back into her mouth. She smiled as she felt me tense and then my cock throb as I held back the urge to cum.

Now, after pissing into her mouth, I was about to cum as well. 

'God, what a fucking turn on this is,' I thought, 'here we are in the park, in the bushes and this woman is sucking my cock and drinking my piss.'

Looking around to make sure no one was watching I heard her moaning as I shot my load into her mouth, which she drank like my piss. She got up and kissed me on the mouth, which made me taste both my cum and my own piss.

She asked if I'd like to go to her place for a drink. 

I smiled and nodded, " Yes."

I put my cock back in my shorts and followed her as she led the way to her house. I couldn't keep my eyes off her. I wondered what she tasted like as well.

When we arrived at the house she offered me a drink. Even though I had another drink in mind, we went into the kitchen to get two bottles of water. I followed her and while we walked, I asked her if she lived alone. 

She said, " Yes." Then she asked about me.

I told her my story and that my children were at their mother's for a month. We walked back into the living room with two bottles of water.

When we had settled on the couch, I asked if she was in a relationship at the moment. 

"No," she said, "I'm a bit strange to most people and prefer to keep to myself. Occasionally I meet up with men to satisfy my sexual needs, but nothing steady."

We got along so well and had such a good conversation that it became later and later and after having enough of water, we poured ourselves a drink. It was still a good conversation, but now we went into more intimate details.

Kristin, for that was her name, told me that her independence was not the only reason that she was still single. Her strange sexual desires had more to do with that.

As I remembered the scene from earlier that evening, I jumped at the chance to ask for more details. I probably shouldn't have but due to the alcohol I did and Kristin told me her story.

"At a young age," she said, "I discovered the joys of masturbation but after a while it lost its zing ... then I discovered boys and in the end that too did not give me what I needed. One day on the way home from school I had to wait for the bus for a very long time. I had a very full bladder and when I arrived home, I made it to the bathroom, but when I bent over to pull my panties down, it was too late and I wet myself.

Instead of being embarrassed I got excited. I masturbated through my wet panties making myself cum three times while pee was dripping down my legs. From that moment on I started to experiment and turned every time I had to relieve myself into an erotic pee party. I tried diapers, plastic shorts, panties, my slacks, and a skirt where I'd just lift it and pee no matter where I was, in the bathtub, in the shower, in the forest, anywhere and anytime I could!

I had confided in my best friend, who at that time had told me I was dirty and sick.

That didn't stop me from doing it though, not even when I grew older. Whenever I had a boyfriend, I'd tell them about my fetish, but none wanted to participate. I then stopped telling and stuck to normal sex with men, keeping the peeing games to myself." 

Looking at me, she said, "So why I'm telling you all this, I don't know."

Before she concluded more of her story she looked at me and smiled, adding, "Probably because I sucked on your pissing cock."

Smiling back I said, "Then what would you like to do to a man, Kristin?"

She blushed, hung her head and spoke softly.

"As long as there's pissing involved, I'd love to try it! I'd love to be peed on, with a stream of piss directed into my clit. Or I piss on him; we both piss while we are fucking. I'd love to feel the pee run down my legs as I get my ass fucked. My biggest wish is to do it with three men at the same time - in the end they all are pissing on me."

Putting my hand under her chin I lifted it slowly.

"Although I am just one man, I'd like to try the things you proposed. I really enjoyed the adventure we had and even though I had no experience in that area, it didn't turn me off and I'd love to do it again."

I smiled, and then I kissed her on the lips. Excited about my response, Kristin kissed me right back and together we walked to her bathroom.

While Kristin spread out some thick towels to lie down on comfortably, I undressed quickly waiting for her to do the same. When she had finished she started to undress.

'My God,' I thought, 'she is beautiful.'

Her toned body with firm breasts, her bald pussy, everything! She had shaved off all her cunt hair, because of hygiene, but it was a beautiful cunt to see.

We first took a long shower and made sure to drink lots of water to fill up our bladders even more.

The water and drinks had done their jobs, but we wanted the supply to last. We washed each other and got aroused already.

I looked at Kristin and saw the need in her eyes,

"I'm ready to burst, honey, please lie down," I told Kristin.

Quickly she lay down on the towels, spreading her legs and opened up her glistening pussy. I grabbed hold of my semi-hard cock and asked her, "What do you want?"

She started to finger fuck and rub her clit vigorously; moaning, she whispered, "I want you to piss on me!"

Concentrating I produced a nice stream of piss and aimed it at her slightly opened cunt. With my piss hitting its mark she moaned loudly. I managed to stop my flow, so I wouldn't dry out too early, and she continued to rub herself. Then all of a sudden she squirmed and reached her first release. Kristin turned over and got up on her hands and knees.

"Now fuck me in the ass," she screamed. Although I had never done that before, I instinctively spat into the crack of her ass, lubing her asshole; I did the same for my now hard cock.

With some more spit, I lubed my finger and inserted it into her tight asshole. She let out a yelp so I stopped and waited for her to relax. Then I removed my finger and pushed my hard spit covered cock into her. Slowly but steadily, inch by inch till I was completely in to my balls and they were resting on her ass cheeks.

Kristin must have had more experiences with this than me, because she could take my cock without any sigh or moan from pain. When I had put the length of it in, I reached down and started to rub her clit. Not long after Kristin let out a moan and screamed. 

"Keep at it, don't stop, oh my god - I'm pissing and cumming!"

Soon my hand became wet from a stream of her hot piss, then her release for the second time. What a horny bitch she was!

While I kept on fucking her ass, I licked her piss from my fingers; I wanted to taste her. After a few seconds Kristin fell forward, so my cock popped out of her ass.

"Lie down on your back," she whispered.

Quickly I lay down on the piss soaked towels and realized I was now lying down in my own piss and hers. I didn't mind a bit and was eager to see what would happen next.

"Are you ready for it?" asked Kristin, standing over me.

"God yes," I replied, thinking Kristin would stand over me and piss on my cock. Boy was I wrong. She squatted down, took my cock and shoved it into her hot, wet pussy. She started to ride me hard and soon I realized she was pissing on me at the same time.

"This is so fucking hot!" I moaned to her. 

I thought, 'My god! This feeling is indescribable.'

The wetness of her piss, the heat of her cunt and the pulsating of her cunt muscles made me realize I was about to cum again today.

As I warned her of this, Kristin stuttered back, "I'm cumming again! Yes, yes, oh, oh oh, ooooooooooohhhhhhhhh, yes!"

Several seconds later I felt the cum rushing down my cock and I was emptying into her hot throbbing cunt.

The release of me cumming and the pressure of her sitting on my belly brought my attention to my bladder, which was still relatively full.

Once again I asked Kristin, "What do you want me to do now? I need to piss."

She clenched her muscles and moaned, "Do it, please."

I emptied my bladder inside her hot cunt, feeling the pressure inside building until she burst and my own pee flowed back down over me. I saw a look on her face telling me how much this was exciting her.

Then she stood up, smiled and got on her hands and knees, bent down and licked my now limp cock completely clean.

Turning into the sixty nine position, she made sure her pussy was close to my face.

"Are you ready for it?" she asked.

Kristin had no trouble whatsoever relieving herself. The flood of diluted piss hit me right in the face. I shoved over a little, opened my mouth and tasted piss for the first time in my life and loved it. The combination of tasting her piss, the sight of her bald pussy over my face and the warmth of her tongue all over my cock got me hard again.

"Please hold some back," I begged her.

"Why? Do you want me to piss on your hard on?" she asked. 

She smiled and went back to work on my cock with her tongue and hands.

"Oh God, I'm gonna cum again!" I shouted.

Quickly she got up, squatted over my cock and started a hard and steady stream directly onto my cock and balls. Between the heat of her piss and the spur of the moment it sent me over the edge, making me cum for the third time that day, without me or her touching my cock.

I was impressed by the load I had produced. After all, I had cum twice earlier that day. She sat on me in the 69 position again. 

"Lick me clean, I'll do the same," she said.

I enjoyed the last drops from her cunt. She did the same to me and swallowed my cum load at the same time. I even managed to make her cum one more time that night as well. We then took a shower, cleaned up the bathroom and got dressed.

We enjoyed a cup of coffee, talked some more and made a date for another time. We met several times more indulging in piss games at her apartment. It did not become a true relationship, but we have had some very good times together.

She had opened my eyes to some things I never would have tried and now I don't shy away from new experiences, I just remember the time in the park, smile... and say what the hell!