Fetish & Fantasy, Volume 1
By Misty Morgan
Copyright 2011 Misty Morgan
Published by Crossroads Publishing
Smashwords Edition
The following is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or person, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The work is presented as fantasy and does not reflect reality. It is intended for adults only. It contains sexually explicit language and scenes that may be considered offensive by some readers. Store your files where they cannot be accessed by minors. All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older. The publisher does not condone or encourage violence or illegal sexual acts.
To Erin…Thank you for your support! The first ten are in the bag!
Table of Contents
Golden Desires: A Summer Squall
WS101 – Introduction to Watersports
Golden Desires: A Summer Squall
By Misty Morgan
Copyright 2011 Misty Morgan
1
The girl knelt on the tile floor, her firm, young thighs spread. The muscles quivered as if straining, and her face and neck were flushed. One hand was between her spread legs, rubbing at her crotch with slender fingers. Her other hand was pressed firmly against her abdomen, her fingers kneading the bare skin and the flesh below. Her breath came shallow and ragged, and occasionally she moaned softly deep in her throat.
The girl spread her legs farther and sat back on her haunches. She arched her back in a long, curving bow and threw her head back, face upturned to the ceiling. The harsh fluorescent lights illuminated her beautiful face starkly. Her long auburn hair was pulled back in a ponytail and hung down between her shoulders like a rope. Her green eyes were screwed tight and her lips pursed in a perfect circle, as if waiting to be kissed. She wore only a pair of light blue cotton panties and a thin men’s tank top. The translucent material revealed the outline of pert breasts and dark pink nipples.
Her fingers flittered more insistently over her panty-clad pussy. She clenched her ass hard, then released. “Oh God,” she hissed between clenched teeth.
The girl’s fingers delved deeper into the cleft of her pussy, seeking her hard clit. The thin fabric of her panties bunched with the movement of her fingers. The engorged lips of her pussy bulged around the sides. She rubbed her clit in long, slow circles for a few seconds, cradling it between two fingers, and then rubbed at it furiously for a few. She continued to alternate in this fashion for a few minutes as her breathing gradually grew more and more labored. She clenched her ass in time with the fast rubbing of her clit, then relaxed as she slowly circled, the panties riding up into the crack of her ass more with each cycle.
“Yes,” she groaned as a small series of shudders wracked her body and the crotch of her panties bloomed indigo. The bloom spread upward rapidly, seeking the fingers stroking her clit. A stalagmite of pale, viscous liquid formed at the crotch of her panties then fell to the tile with a soft splash, forming a small puddle. Her inner thighs shone wetly in the glare of the fluorescent lighting. The girl rubbed her clit roughly now, her fingers a blur, then slowed as another series of spasms wracked her body. Her panties sagged at the groin as she squirted and the crotch filled with her juice. Then the flow from her pussy stopped, her panties soaked through, and a long thin stream of fluid fell to the floor. The remainder washed down her inner thighs. The wet spot in the fabric spread up to her rubbing fingers and the squishy sound of her slow ministrations filled the room.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she muttered, then moaned, long and guttural.
She rubbed a little more quickly, finding a good rhythm. Her thighs quivered and her breath hitched in her chest as she moved toward climax. Finally, her stomach clenched tight, her nipples hardened, and she came. She fell forward, catching herself with one hand. The fingers of her other hand remained locked on her engorged and convulsing clitoris. She squirted powerfully and juice flooded her panties, subsided a moment later, and then a second burst filled them once more, in time with the wave of pleasure that wracked her body. Her breath caught in her chest as the orgasm subsided and her pussy clenched, stopping the flow, then she cried out when the next powerful climax gripped her. Her pussy squirted forcefully, spraying across her fingertips through the wet material of her panties, her body shaking. The girl groaned and shuddered repeatedly as a long series of quakes shook her body, her pussy releasing stream after stream of hot liquid into her panties, until finally the climax subsided and her body relaxed. Unable to control it, the remaining liquid in her bladder continued to flow from her pussy. She spread her legs farther, letting it go, luxuriating in the feeling of release. It filled her panties and flowed to the floor and down her thighs in thick rivulets. When the flow finally slowed, she grunted and clenched her abdomen, forcing another short burst of piss from her pussy, then clenched again as it slowed a second time, another short burst escaping. Finally, the flow trickled to a halt, and the girl was unable to squeeze another drop of the pale liquid from her body. She remained on her hands and knees in the rapidly spreading puddle, panting, until she regained her breath.
“Mmm,” she murmured. “That was good.”
She opened her eyes and pushed herself up, wiping her hands on her tank top reflexively. At that moment, she saw Rob in the doorway, his eyes glued to her kneeling, scantily-clad form and the expanding pool of piss and pussy juice surrounding her. The girl’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. Her already flushed face turned scarlet. She opened and closed her mouth like a fish out of water, but no words came. Finally, she shut her mouth and looked down, horrified.
“Forgot my lunch,” Rob stammered.
2
What a mess, Rachel thought as she loaded the washing machine with wet towels and her wet panties. Literally and figuratively. She added soap, turned the dial and started the cycle, and the machine began to fill with water. Soon, all physical evidence would be erased. If only the rest were so easy, she thought and sighed.
In her room, she stripped off the tank top and lay on the bed. Wonder how much he saw, she mused. And…had that been an erection she saw when she looked up? She sighed. Her body still thrummed an after-effect of the powerful orgasm of that morning and the thought turned her on a little. No, she continued, it couldn’t have been. It’s not normal. It’s gross. He couldn’t be turned on by that. A tear formed at the corner of her eye and ran down her cheek before she angrily wiped it away. Oh well, she thought. Fuck him! Guess I will have to find someone new. Maybe a woman this time. Someone like me. Wonder how that would look in an advertisement, she thought.
Stable and secure roommate wanted. Must have a job, like pets, share cooking duties, and have a pissing fetish. Cleanliness – especially mop skills - a plus!
Rachel giggled. Come to think of it, she thought, I could use a boyfriend like that, too. Maybe I should post it to Match.com as well. She ran her fingers through the sparse pubic hair on her mound and brushed the lips of her sex lightly, finding her lips engorged and her clitoris already hard. God, she groaned wordlessly. What is wrong with me?
When Rob got home from work, Rachel was sitting on the couch, her legs curled up beneath her. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt and panties. The t-shirt covered her knees demurely.
“Hey,” she said when he entered, not looking up from the television.
“No work tonight?” he asked.
“Didn’t feel like it.” She had a second, part-time job as a waitress at a local restaurant. She only took the job to give her something to do, however, and, after this morning, she needed some time to herself.
“Oh,” he said. “Um, do you feel like maybe going to dinner with me tonight then?”
Rachel looked up at him, frowning. “Are you serious?” she asked. “After this morning?”
“Yes,” Rob said solemnly. “Very.”
She stared at him blankly, trying to read him, but his face revealed nothing. “Finee,” she said. “Okay. You buying?”
Rob smiled. “Sure. Now get ready. Wear something nice.”
Rachel pulled the t-shirt over her head and gazed at her reflection in the full-length mirror. She was a petite girl, standing 5’4” tall and weighing 115 pounds. She had the lean, muscular build of a distance runner, which she was. Her hips were on the narrow side and her breasts were rather small, barely filling a B cup. But at least they are firm, she thought. She turned sideways, still looking at her reflection critically. Her greatest feature – her ass – jutted from her body, perfectly round and rock solid from years of sports and running. Her legs, too, were toned and shapely. Not half bad, she thought, turning away from her reflection.
What was that about? She pondered. Seems like a lot of trouble just to say you’re moving out. And what did he mean by something nice?
She rummaged through her clothes, tossing things aside as she went, until finally settling on a short denim skirt and a red sleeveless top. She didn’t bother with a bra. I don’t need it, and it will show anyway, she thought. And I might as well be comfortable. After she changed, she looked herself over one last time. Not half bad, she thought again.
When they pulled up to the front of the restaurant, Rachel gaped. It was much nicer than she’d anticipated. She smoothed her skirt reflexively and flushed in embarrassment. “Am I underdressed?”
Rob looked her over, taking in her firm calves and thighs, the short skirt, and the revealing red top. “You look lovely,” he reassured her.
The interior was lavish and dark, and they were led to a corner booth by a maître d’ that seemed oblivious to the state of her attire. Rob ordered a bottle of wine while she arranged her napkin uncomfortably. Rob looked around the restaurant casually in silence until the waiter returned with the wine, poured them each a glass, and retreated.
Rob looked at her then, idly twirling his wine glass nervously. “About this morning…” he began. His voice quavered slightly. Rachel sensed his nervousness, but still could not look at him. Her eyes were downcast on the table. She could feel tears well at the corner of her eyes, and fought them back.
“Umm,” she stammered.
“Shh,” he said, putting his hand on her arm. “It’s okay. I liked it.”
Rachel looked up at him. “What?” she asked incredulously.
“You heard me,” he said, and shrugged. “I liked it.”
She looked at him curiously. Maybe that had been an erection, she thought. “I don’t know what to say.” She took a large sip of wine.
“You don’t have to say anything. Just tell me about it. How did it begin?”
“What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean. How did it start? How did you find out you…enjoyed…this?”
“Um, I don’t know,” she said, fidgeting.
“Yes, you do,” he replied surely. “Don’t be ashamed. I want to hear it. I swear.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” he said surely. “I told you…I liked it. It was, um, sexy.”
Rachel considered. “Okay,” she said. She took a deep breath. “It was an accident, really. I was only a teenager and didn’t have very much experience, so what else could it be?”
She had to pee. She had just reclined on the chaise lounge after getting out of the pool and was soaking wet, so going inside was not an option. For now. It was hot – over 100 degrees – and the cool water that dripped from her bikini and long dark hair evaporated almost immediately. She would be dry in a minute. Her older brother and two of his friends were in the pool playing some football game they’d invented that involved lots of potential for injury. It was their favorite pastime. Her best friend, Michelle, was in the lounge chair next to her, lying on her back, a towel draped over her eyes, tanning.
Her eyes wandered over her friend’s body as she waited for her bathing suit to dry in the sun. She took in her friend’s large boobs with a hint of jealousy. They were barely contained by the small bikini. She glanced down at her own small boobs. Sometimes it seemed like the only thing they had in common was their friendship. And school. And, even with school, they were complete opposites. Whereas she was a scholarly, athletic type, her friend was a cheerleader and oozed sex appeal. She was a brunette. Michelle was a blonde. She had never had a boyfriend. Michelle hadn’t been without one since the sixth grade. Rachel sighed and followed the slopes of her boobs down to her soft rounded belly to her firm thighs. She is so sexy, she thought. Her eyes settled on her friend’s bikini bottom. Her thighs were spread slightly and Rachel could see the outline of her pussy through the white material that clung to her crotch. She felt a familiar tingle in her loins.
Lately, the slightest hint of sex turned her on. Heck, even many things that were not overtly sexual turned her on as well. She assumed it was hormones, but, if so, it didn’t seem to be affecting anyone else she knew. Well, except her brother, of course. But he was a guy. That was different.
She felt her pussy throb as she gazed at her friend’s groin, wondering what it would feel like to touch another woman’s pussy. Or what it would taste like. She looked away, but not before she felt her slit moisten with arousal. She sighed. Her bladder ached dully, but the pressure there only seemed to heighten the feeling of arousal growing in her pussy.
She squeezed her thighs together firmly and held it, forcing back the need to pee. The material of her bikini bottom was cool against her pussy. It felt good. As did the pressure her thighs were placing on her pussy lips, causing them to press against her hard clit. She squeezed and released rhythmically a few times, teasing her pussy and clit. She was definitely wet now.
I need to come, she thought.
She continued squeezing her thighs together. The material at her crotch had ridden up and crept between the lips of her now engorged pussy and was rubbing her clit with each movement. She moved her hand to rest atop her mound, trying to touch herself without being obvious. She slipped only her middle finger down between her legs to rest on her bikini covered clitoris and rubbed it lightly, moving as little as possible.
She rubbed her clit in small circles, feeling it move beneath her fingertip like a marble. It was filled with blood and harder than she’d ever felt it. She glanced over at her friend again. Her face was still covered. She glanced down at her bikini bottom. A few strands of blonde hair stuck out from around the hem of her bikini. Rachel licked her lips. She fought back the urge to stroke her, concentrating on her own clit instead. She looked away. Her brother and his friends were still in the pool, oblivious. She slid two fingers deeper into her slit and rubbed in earnest.
A small wave of pleasure rocked her and she backed off, barely moving her fingers, teasing herself. The pressure in her bladder intensified the feeling emanating from her pussy. As the impending orgasm receded, she relaxed and a small spurt escaped into her damp bikini bottom. She clenched her thighs and stomach, holding back the warm pee. The feeling was almost unbearable. When the need to pee diminished to a dull throb, Rachel slowly increased the tempo and intensity of the fingers on her clit. Her stomach fluttered and the familiar stirring of orgasm suffused warmth through her stomach. She stopped, lifting her fingers from her clitoris. A powerful jet of urine soaked her crotch before she got her bladder under control. She shivered as the effort to stop the flow caused unexpected pleasure to course through her body. It almost sent her over the edge, but her body slowly backed away from the precipice.
I should go inside, she thought as her fingers, seemingly of their own accord, crept back to her groin and insinuated themselves into the cleft of her pussy once more, seeking out her erect clitoris. She slid her middle finger over the thin nylon material covering her erect clit. It felt hot and throbbed at the slightest provocation. She stroked her pussy up and down lightly. When it started to tingle, she closed her eyes and rubbed her clit in tiny circles. She clenched her stomach and pinched the engorged tissue between her fingers roughly.
God, it feels so good, she thought. I can’t stop now. They won’t see. It’ll be okay. They won’t see.
The girl rubbed vigorously now, her fingers sliding over and around her burning clit urgently. Her body tensed as the first waves of pleasure swelled inside her. She continued to thrum her clit, riding the wave as it crested then crashed over her. She bit her lip hard to stop herself from crying out.
Warmth flowed from her pussy and spread down her thighs and up into her belly. Idly she felt her bikini fill with fluid, her warm juice running down the crack of her ass, soaking the thin material, and streaming down through the slats of the chaise lounge to the concrete below with a soft splat, but she was powerless to stop it. Her body pulsed with pleasure repeatedly. Jets of liquid spurted from her pussy with each new pulse, until finally the convulsions subsided. She let go completely. Piss poured from her pussy. God, it feels so good, she thought, surprised, never before having considered peeing to be a sexual action. She rubbed her clit as she wet her bikini bottom, the full force of her bladder filling the nylon encasing it and soaking through. As she rubbed her clit, another strong orgasm crashed over her and she gasped. Finally, her last orgasm faded and the flow from her slit subsided to a gentle trickle, and then stopped altogether. She clenched her stomach, pushing one last stream of piss from her bladder. She was spent.
The young girl opened her eyes, reveling in the warmth of the sun and the afterglow of orgasm. She stretched languidly.
“You okay?” Michelle asked.
Rachel looked over. Michelle looked up at her from underneath the towel, her eyes deep in shadow. “I’m okay,” she said. “Just hot. Why?”
Michelle shrugged. “No reason. Thought you said something.” She let the towel fall, covering her face once more. Her brother and his friends were still playing loudly, not looking her way. Rachel sighed in relief. No one had noticed.
“Wow,” Rob said as her voice trailed off. “That was hot.”
“Really?” she asked, incredulous.
“Yeah. Of course. Why not?”
“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “It has always made me feel so…different. And dirty.”
Rob laughed. “That’s what makes it so hot.”
Rachel smiled tentatively. “Hmmm…okay. I guess so.” She set her napkin on the table. “Excuse me for a moment.” She started to slide out of the booth.
“Don’t go,” Rob said quickly.
“Huh?” she responded. “I have to. Too much wine.” She giggled.
“I know,” he countered meaningfully. “Just stay. Have another glass and tell me what happened next.”
“Oh,” she said, staring at him dully, comprehension dawning on her. “Are you teasing me?”
“No,” he said simply. He patted the booth next to him. “Come closer and tell me more.”
Rachel slid closer, a tiny chill coursing from her belly to her arms, causing her to break out in goose bumps. Her thighs brushed his under the table and she felt his fingers touch her tentatively. “Okay,” she said, warming up to the topic. “I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened the rest of the day. I was in a constant state of arousal. I wanted to see if it would feel as good a second time and I really needed to come again. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much I could do about it until much later, after everyone went to bed. I crept into the bathroom…”
The girl crept into the bathroom quietly and locked the door behind her. Her pussy throbbed in anticipation. She stretched a large beach towel on the tile floor and stripped off her panties and t-shirt, tossing them onto the counter. She sat down on the large towel and spread her legs, her knees bent, her feet flat on the floor, and her bare pussy exposed. She stroked the already swollen lips of her pussy with her fingertips gently. They were moist and hot. But not as moist as they were going to be soon, she thought.
She lay back, catching herself with one locked arm. She continued to absently stroke her lips, savoring the feeling. A dull pain was growing in her abdomen, signaling the need to pee. She had been drinking water since dinner and hadn’t gone to the bathroom all night. She was ready. She pushed, then relaxed, feeling release inch closer. She felt for her clit, finding it already turgid. She pinched it as she pushed and relaxed. She repeated, pushing then relaxing. She pushed harder. A small amount of pee leaked from her pussy. She relaxed and slid her finger down into her slit, coating it in the slick juice of her arousal and her hot piss. She stroked her clit with two slippery fingers and pushed again, long and sustained. Piss trickled from her pussy. She relaxed and the flow increased slightly. It was hot flowing across the naked globes of her ass.
“Oh God,” she hissed, as pleasure and relief suffused her body.
Rachel spread her pussy lips with her fingers and pushed firmly once more. An arc of pale golden fluid shot from her body to land in a long stripe on the towel. Her clit throbbed, demanding attention. Reluctantly, Rachel clenched down, stopping the flow abruptly. She sat up, bracing herself upright with one arm. She began to rub her clit in earnest while relaxing the muscles around her bladder. A small trickle emerged from her vagina and ran down the crack of her ass and over her clenched asshole. She pushed and the trickle swelled into a steady flow. Rachel rubbed harder, churning the stream into a wild spray. Droplets of the warm liquid fell everywhere, on the inside of her open thighs, on her stomach, on the towel, even as far as the cabinets and bathtub.
Rachel stopped stroking and struggled to stop the flow. When it stopped, she scooted closer to the door on her butt, dragging the soggy towel with her until she was almost on top of the full-length mirror mounted on the back. She leaned back once more and braced her feet on the door, one foot on each side of the mirror, her legs spread wide and her pussy lips gaping open. She pushed gently, her eyes glued to the mirror and the reflected image of her open vagina. Fluid seeped from her urethra. She pushed harder and a thin spray arched from her pussy weakly. She pushed a third time and the spray increased, shooting over a foot from her open, tingling pussy to strike the base of the mirror and splattering to the floor.
She gasped, relaxing completely, and gently rolling her hard clit under two fingertips. Her piss flowed freely now. Relief flooded her body. She pushed hard, feeling orgasm approach. Her spray shot higher, arching high in the air to strike the mirror then splash to the floor, leaving wet drops and pale streaks on the mirror’s surface. Rachel rubbed her clit faster, causing the thick spray to undulate wildly back and forth, spraying the entire mirror and the walls to either side. She covered her pussy with her fingers and rubbed her clit with her palm, the warm piss flowing over her fingers and splashing everywhere. It was hot and slightly viscous. Her pussy was slick with piss and the heel of her palm slid easily over her clit.
With an anguished cry, Rachel came, her hips grinding up into her palm. She squeezed her clit in the webbing of her fingers and pulled on it roughly, causing her warm spray to shoot straight up and back, onto her quivering belly. Another long wave of pleasure crashed over her and the pale golden piss shot farther up her belly onto her chest, soaking both breasts. She shook as the force of her orgasm reached greater heights, her nipples thick and hard under the shower of warm piss.
Damn, she thought as her long orgasm subsided. She continued to pee, powerless to stop it, the pale liquid flowing lazily from between her sated and swollen pussy lips to soak the towel between her legs. Her breathing was ragged and her damp chest heaved. She pushed down on her abdomen as she felt the stream from her pussy slowly abate, forcing the remaining piss to surge from her body. A small orgasm shook her and she shuddered.
That was amazing! I can’t believe how good that feels, she thought. Fuck. I don’t ever want to stop doing this.
She stroked the entire length of her body – over her small, glistening breasts and tight nipples, across the flat plane of her belly, through the sparse, matted hair of her mound, and finally to her gently throbbing pussy below. She bypassed her sensitive clit to insert a slender finger into her soaking wet tunnel. She pulled her finger out and brought it to her lips, licking it with her soft tongue before taking it between her lips and sucking it into her mouth. She tasted tangy, salty, and…bitter…at the same time. Not bad, she thought. Just weird.
She sat up and smiled, surveying the bathroom. The aftermath of her sexual adventure was all around her. Sure is messy, though, she thought.
“After that, I experimented…a lot…with positions and places and whatever I could think of. I did it standing, on my hands and knees, even lying down with my ass raised so I could spray myself. I did it in the woods, in the pool, on my brother’s waterbed, even in public.”
“Your brother’s bed? Seriously?” Rob asked.
“Yeah,” she said, nodding. “I took off all the sheets so that the waterbed got all slippery with my piss. It was fabulous. And it was kind of a turn on to think about him sleeping in it later.”
Rob shrugged and smiled. “Really?”
“Sort of.”
“What about in public? What’s the strangest place you’ve done it?”
“At the movies. The food court at the mall. Under the bleachers at a football game. I almost got caught by a security guard on that one.” Rachel sighed wistfully and smiled. “It was a turn-on. I came really hard after he left.”
“I bet,” Rob said. He squeezed her thigh, his fingers trailing over her naked skin. “How about here? Ever done it anywhere like this?”
Rachel blushed. “Um, no. Not really. Nowhere quite this nice.”
In response, Rob’s hand slid up her thigh. Rachel spread them to give him access to her hot pussy. His hand cupped her vulva through her panties. “Want to?”
“God, yes. Are you sure?” Rachel flushed. She had never thought about Rob sexually before, but had to admit he was very attractive. And his hand felt so good. The pressure on her bladder had been building throughout dinner and telling him about her past had really turned her on.
“Very.”
“Rub my clit, Rob. It’s so hard.”
Rob found her clit through the thin cotton and rubbed it in slow circles. Her thighs opened and closed over his hand several times spasmodically.
“Fuck, I’m so close, Rob. Don’t stop.”
At that moment, wet warmth bloomed under his fingers and Rachel bit her lip hard. Her stomach fluttered and the wet flow ceased. “Are you sure about this?” she groaned. “I can still stop.”
“Don’t you dare,” Rob said huskily. “I want to feel you orgasm. I want to feel your piss.”
“I’ve never…never…done this with anyone before,” she stammered. “I’m scared.”
“Don’t be,” Rob assured her. “Just let go. I want you to. You’re beautiful.”
She looked at him, and then looked around the restaurant. The waiter was nowhere to be seen. It was dark. They were alone. The check had been paid. Rob’s fingers, meanwhile, were insistent upon her clit. Rachel shivered and let go a little. A small orgasm gently rocked through her pussy and up into her bladder. The crotch of her panties filled with golden nectar and soaked through.
“Yes,” Rob whispered in her ear. “So hot…so wet…I’m so hard right now…” Rachel’s hand found his erect cock and squeezed it through his pants. Rob’s strong, masculine finger was pressed firmly against her clit, rubbing it in a tight circle, while the heel of his palm pressed against her abdomen. That did it. Rachel couldn’t hold back. She came…and let go!
Rob continued to caress her throbbing clit as she came and warm piss flooded her panties and flowed across his fingers in long bursts, soaking her skirt and running across the leather booth to the floor below. The soft hiss of the piss rushing from her pussy and her harsh, labored breathing as she came repeatedly were the only sounds he heard. Rob rubbed more firmly side to side rapidly, his fingers a blur on the soggy panties.
Rachel grunted gutturally and her abdomen convulsed. She groaned, the sound emanating from deep in her chest. “Yes, yes, yes,” she said under her breath. “Make me come. Make me come. I am going to come so hard!” Her body jerked as a forceful orgasm rocked her body deeply. Rob gripped at her hard clit through the wet material and squeezed it hard. She came over and over in long, powerful waves, piss spraying into her already sopping panties. After over a minute, she slumped against him, her head on his shoulder, and her hand sliding up and down the length of his hard cock. The flow of piss had diminished greatly. Rachel pushed and one last spurt filled her panties. Then it was over.
“Let’s get out of her,” She sighed. “Now!”
3
Rachel leaned over, unzipped his pants and freed his cock as soon as they pulled out of the parking lot. It was rock hard. She bent over and took the bulbous head into her mouth. Her lips slid down the thick length, taking as much of him into her mouth as possible. His cock stretched her jaw to its limit. She pulled back, his cock sliding out of her mouth until just the crown was between her lips, then plunged back down, taking the length of him deep into her throat. She continued to bob up and down on his erect cock, gripping him with her soft lips, until the entire length shone with her saliva. Rob laid his hand on the back of her neck and kneaded her soft skin.
“Slower, baby,” Rob hissed. “Just the head…”
Rachel pulled back, sucking gently but eagerly on the sensitive crown of his penis while squeezing the shaft in her palm. His cock jerked in her mouth…once…twice…three times. She sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing, trying to suck his cum from his balls. His stomach clenched. She flicked her tongue over the sensitive hole at the tip of his cock, causing Rob to tense up.
“Oh, stop!” Rob groaned. “Take me out…please…!”
She pulled away, the head of his cock still slick with her saliva and stroked his cock slowly. “What’s wrong, baby?” she asked. His cock jerked once more in her hand and a short spurt shot from the head of his penis, catching Rachel under the chin. She pointed the head of his cock at her chest and squeezed his cock from base to tip, milking it. “Yes! Come for me, baby!”
The thick shaft jerked in her palm and warm fluid spurted from the head a second – much longer – time. It struck the thin material of the red blouse covering her chest like a hose, soaking her. The stream went on and on, and Rachel groaned, realizing what he was giving her. She guided the hot stream across her body, soaking both of her tits. The familiar aroma filled her nostrils. She groaned more deeply. When the flow stopped, she took the head of his cock into her mouth and sucked greedily, drinking his salty fluid, and growling lustily over and over around hard cock.
She let his cock slip from between her lips once more, still gripping it tight. “Oh fuck,” she moaned. “That was so fucking hot!”
“Yeah?”
“Fuck yes!” she growled. “Pull over. I want you inside me. Now!”
“What?”
“Just do it. I can’t wait.”
Rob found an empty spot at the side of the road and pulled over quickly, coming to a screeching halt. Rachel lifter her ass and pulled up her skirt, exposing her pussy. She had taken her wet panties off as soon as they left the restaurant and they were now in the back seat. “Put the seat down!” she demanded.
As soon as the seat was fully reclined, Rachel straddled him, guiding the head of his cock to her soft, wet hole. She shoved her body down on top of him, her pussy sliding down the length of his hard, thick cock. Her ass banged against the steering wheel. He sank into the depths of her wet vagina easily and held her close, gently twitching his cock within the muscular walls of her pussy. Rachel clenched his cock in return. Rob’s stomach pulsed.
“Yes,” she urged him, her voice a harsh, excited hiss. “Do it! Flood my fucking pussy!”
She rotated her hips in a slow circle, caressing his cock. Rob’s cock jumped, seeming to swell inside her. A powerful shot of warm piss flooded her vagina. He pushed again and another, longer stream filled her to the womb. The hot liquid cascaded from her tight pussy and around the cock buried deep inside her, soaking his crotch.
“Fuck! Oh fuck!” she screamed as orgasm shook her body. “That feels sooooo fucking good!” She bounced on his cock, her pussy sliding the length of him with a wet, squishing sound. She threw her head back, slammed down on his cock – hard – as the full force of her climax hit her. A powerful stream of piss erupted from her urethra, caressing the base of his cock like a Jacuzzi jet. Her raptured screams – and her squirting pussy gripping his cock, pouring hot liquid down the sensitive length of him and over his balls – were too much. Rob gripped her hips tightly in both hands and pulled her down atop him roughly, forcing his cock deep inside her, and came, his cock jerking, spraying long ropes of cum deep into her drenched pussy. He groaned as his cock jerked over and over, filling her completely with his seed. The girl finally fell forward onto his chest, his cock still buried inside her, hard and throbbing.
“Get me home,” she said. “I want more.”
4
A trail of discarded clothing led from the front door to Rob’s bedroom like a comet’s tail trailing behind the young couple. In the bedroom, Rachel sat on the edge of the bed, her legs dangling over the side. Rob was on his knees before her, his lips glued to her wet pussy. The girl’s eyes were closed and her moist lips parted in ecstasy.
Rob spread her pussy lips with his thumbs, focusing his attention on her hard clit. His tongue slid over it, batting it back and forth, circling it, teasing it. When his jaw tired, he sucked it into his mouth and massaged it with his lips gently. Rachel squirmed, her hands cupping her firm breasts, fingers pinching her nipples roughly. Rob slid two fingers into her slick pussy and began to fuck her slowly as he licked her clit. He curled his fingers up, seeking her g-spot. When he found it, he pressed against it softly, massaging it. He sucked her clit into his mouth again, caressing the sensitive bud of flesh with his tongue.
“Oh shit…oh fuck…I’m so fucking close….make me come, baby…make me cum!” Rachel groaned almost incoherently.
He circled her clit rapidly with his tongue, still massaging her g-spot with two fingers. Rachel’s hips bucked and shook while he sucked at her pussy. Finally, her ass thrust from the bed, hovering 6 inches from the bedspread, and she came.
A short spurt of her juice struck his chin and he withdrew from her pussy to watch. Her fingers replaced his tongue quickly and continued to massage her clit as multiple orgasms shook through her body. A second powerful squirt shot from her open pussy and caught Rob in the face. He covered her squirting pussy with his open lips, capturing the copious fluid in his mouth and letting it run out and down his chin. When it ended, he swallowed and pulled away. Her fingers continued to rub and another convulsion rocked her. She squirted again, a blast of pale liquid shooting straight up into the air and falling atop them both, soaking them in her hot piss.
As her orgasm receded and the flow of juice from her pussy subsided, Rob licked at her wet, swollen lips, sucking the juice from her pussy. He pushed her legs back toward her breasts and she lay back on the bed, exposing her pussy and ass completely. She was too relaxed to resist. He pushed his tongue deep into her pussy, lapping at their comingled juices. It was musky and bitter, and he couldn’t get enough. He sucked at her hungrily, almost purring. Rob rubbed her anus with his thumb as he cleaned her pussy of its juice with his tongue. It was slick with her juice and the puckered flesh was rough under his thumb.
He pulled back, spreading her ass cheeks, and examining her anus. It was soft pink and gaped slightly from the open position. He spread her ass cheeks wider with his thumbs and her asshole stretched open momentarily, then squeezed shut. Rob flicked at the opening with his tongue then licked it more forcefully.
“Ohhh,” Rachel moaned. She pulled her knees back until they touched her breasts, wholly exposing her ass to his ministrations. “Fuck! Lick my ass!”
Rob stiffened his tongue and pushed the tip firmly against the tight elastic entrance to her ass. The pliant flesh resisted momentarily before giving way to the insistent pressure, and his tongue sank deep inside her tight tunnel. He slid his tongue in and out, coating her tight hole in saliva. It became progressively looser, allowing his tongue deeper into the depths of her ass. When he slid his tongue out, it winked at him lewdly. He moistened his middle finger and pushed it inside, replacing his tongue, and twisting it as it slid in to the second knuckle.
Rachel gasped as his wide finger slid into her tight hole. She pushed back against him as he buried his finger inside her ass and wiggled. He withdrew slowly, then thrust it back inside. Rachel rubbed her painfully erect clit, her arm around her thighs. He continued to fuck her ass with his finger, occasionally licking the ring of skin stretched around it for moisture. He pushed a second finger inside when the tight muscle had adjusted to the first finger.
Rachel gritted her teeth and grunted, “Oh shit, that fucking stings!” She rubbed her clit more firmly. Rob pushed both fingers into her ass to the second knuckle, and then stopped, giving her ass time to adjust. She relaxed in time and the tight ring loosed around his fingers. He buried them the rest of the way in her ass, then began to rhythmically fuck her. As he did so, he covered her wet slit with his mouth, licking her clit around the girl’s fingers. She pulled her fingers away, letting him lick her. He focused on it exclusively, licking it rapidly. When she was close to orgasm, he abruptly pulled away and stood up, his fingers buried to the hilt in her ass. He slid his fingers out quickly and her asshole slowly closed.
Rob’s cock stood straight out from his body, rock hard. He gripped it in one hand and rubbed it up and down her wet slit, coating it in her juice. He slowly pushed into her slick canal and began to fuck her slowly. Rachel spread her legs lasciviously, inviting him deeper.
“Yes!” she cried. “Fuck me hard!”
Rob continued to fuck her deliberately, teasing her. He buried himself to the hilt and stopped. “Hand me those pillows,” he demanded.
“Don’t stop!” she pleaded.
“Hand me the pillows,” he repeated.
She reached back frantically and grabbed the pillows. She handed them to him quickly, eager for him to continue. He eased his cock from her pussy. “Lift your ass.”
She did and he placed two stacked pillows under her buttocks and lower back, her hips now raised off the bed. Rob rubbed his cock against her puckered asshole, feeling it open up for the head of his cock. He pushed against it gently but firmly. The head slowly parted the tight anal ring and the tip slid in slightly, but stopped before it reached the wide crown.
“No,” Rachel groaned. “It’s too big. I can’t take it all. Just fuck my pussy. I need to come!”
“I want you to come all over yourself for me, then,” Rob said softly. “Can you do that?”
“God yes,” Rachel moaned. “Just fuck me!”
Rob pulled the head of his cock from her asshole, and slowly eased it into her wet pussy. He thrust into her hard, burying himself deep inside. Rob held her legs back, his hands on the back of her legs and drove his cock into her repeatedly, his balls slapping against her raised ass. Rachel rubbed her clitoris frantically as he fucked her. When he felt his balls tighten and was about to lose control, he slowed, barely fucking her, giving her time to catch up. Rachel’s fingers were buried in the pink furrow of her pussy. He could see her hard clit in the web of two fingers. Her hand sawed up and down firmly. Intermittently, she rubbed her clit from side to side rapidly, bringing her closer to climax.
“Oh shit…oh shit…oh shit,” Rachel murmured under her breath repeatedly. “I’m so close…”
“Fuck yeah,” Rob grunted. “Come for me! Spray yourself with your cum!”
He fucked her hard and deep, pounding into her wet pussy mercilessly. Rachel tensed, her stomach muscles convulsing, and began to shudder. She threw her head back and a long, deep growl burst from deep inside her, then rose to a short scream. Rob pulled his cock from her pussy and stroked it. A powerful squirt of fluid erupted from her pussy and shot toward her torso in a long, coherent arc. It landed with an audible splash on her quivering belly and shaking breasts. As the orgasm continued, a second spasm gripped her and a powerful squirt struck her chin and neck, coating her face in her piss. She continued to pee as the intense orgasms continued, the long stream landing on her stomach, her breasts, her face. She moved her hips back and forth, soaking all of her body with the hot stream. The sight was too much for Rob. He put one knee on the bed next to Rachel and directed his cock to her face. He grunted and came…hard. A thick rope of cum landed in a line across her face and down her chin. He moved his cock to her small, heaving breasts, shooting copiously across both sloping surfaces, coating the glistening skin in cum. Rob squeezed his cock, milking the last drops of cum from his balls, letting it drip into the stream of piss that continued to pelt her stomach.
The flow of piss from her pussy came to a stop shortly thereafter. Rob relaxed, letting his own piss flow through his still-hard cock. It emerged slowly at first, a few drops falling onto her stomach, and then the flow began to increase. He guided his cock over her body, coating her already soaking skin with his own piss. Rachel groaned loudly. He focused his stream on her open pussy, letting the hot piss caress her clit. Rachel gasped. “Oh fuck,” she grunted. “You are going to make me come again!”
At that moment, the steam of piss cascading onto her clit sent her over the edge. She shook violently, her fingers pinching her hard, cum and piss soaked nipples painfully. As the stream of piss from his cock dwindled, Rachel’s orgasm subsided, and, a moment later, Rob lay down next to her. She rolled over to rest her head on his shoulder and snuggled against him. They were both still breathing hard. Rob stroked her wet hair gently and kissed the top of her head. The smell of sex and piss permeated everything.
“That was amazing,” Rob whispered.
Rachel sighed. “Not gross?”
“Not at all.”
“Sorry about the bed,” she whispered. “It’s a mess.”
Rob chuckled. “Don’t worry about it. It was worth it.”
“Uh huh,” she murmured. “It certainly was.”
“Shower with me?” he asked after a long stretch of silence. Rachel nodded silently.
5
Rob knocked on Rachel’s door firmly.
“Come in,” she called through the closed door after a long pause. When he opened the door, he found her lying on the bed in an over-sized t-shirt watching television.
“Can you come with me?” Rob asked.
“Why?”
“I want to show you something.”
It had been almost a week since their date, and things had been awkward since. Rachel spent most of the time in her room, coming out only when he wasn’t around. Rob surmised that she’d had second thoughts about that evening or was ashamed of what had occurred. But he wasn’t really sure why. He had certainly enjoyed their time together and thought he’d made that very clear. In fact, he wanted more. A lot more.
“What is it?” she asked suspiciously.
“You’ll see.” He took her hand, but she shook him off.
“I don’t want to, Rob,” she whined.
“C’mon. I’m not leaving until you do.”
“Okay, okay. Fine.”
Rachel followed him into his room. “Have a seat,” he said, indicating the bed. “Make yourself comfortable.”
Rachel sat down primly, pulling her t-shirt down over her knees. Rob sat next to her. As he sat down, he hit play on the remote next to him. The TV screen sprang to life. On the screen, two young girls, and blonde and a brunette, and a tall, muscular, good-looking man were on a couch. The two girls were partially clothed, wearing only stockings and demi-bras, while the mad was nude. His cock was long and hard. The blonde’s hand was gripped around the base of his cock, stroking it, while she kissed the other girl.
“Rob!” Rachel said angrily. “We can’t do this! You’re my roommate. And my friend. And what we did was…was…wrong. It can’t happen again!” She stood up.
“Shhh,” Rob said. “Sit back down. You’re going to want to see this.”
“No,” She said. “I’m not!”
The scene on the screen changed as she was speaking. The man had pushed his cock into the brunette’s pussy from behind. The blonde was sitting on the back of the couch and the brunette’s upturned face was between her legs, looking up at her. The blonde was frigging her pussy roughly.
“Watch!” Rob demanded.
“What?!?!” Rachel said angrily.
“Look!”
Rachel huffed angrily, but turned to look at the screen regardless. The blonde had stopped frantically rubbing her pussy and was pulling back on her clit. A long powerful burst of clear fluid erupted from her pussy to soak the brunette’s face. The blonde rubbed some more, then stopped, and squirted her friend again. Rachel watched, transfixed, as the scene continued.
“What is this?” she finally asked.
“It’s called squirting,” Rob said. “Female ejaculation.”
Rachel sat back down. Rob moved closer to her, but she did not notice. Her eyes were glued on the TV. The actors changed position. The blonde was on her back, the man’s cock in her pussy. The brunette’s legs were spread over the blonde’s face. She came and a long stream of juice filled the blonde’s open mouth.
“Shit,” she sighed. “Is it real?”
Rob shrugged. “I don’t know,” he said honestly.
“It looks like she’s peeing to me.”
“Yes, it does,” he said, remembering their night together.
“It’s fucking hot.”
As the scene continued, Rachel spread her legs and her hand disappeared under her t-shirt. Rob put his arm over her shoulder, pulling her close, and stroked her small, firm breasts through her t-shirt, circling her hard nipples with his fingertips. On-screen, the brunette sat on the man’s lap, her back to his chest, and guided his cock deep into her ass. She slid down his thick pole, burying it in her ass, and then lifted, riding it anally. As she rode his cock, she came, spraying the blonde kneeling between her legs over and over with brief, powerful bursts of pussy juice, soaking her face and hair, the pale liquid coursing down her body in sheets. The brunette sat down on the man’s cock hard, and held her pussy open with both hands. Her juice squirted unhindered from her open pussy like a pale golden ribbon, thin and flat, aligned vertically with her slit, hissing like an angry snake. It filled the blonde’s mouth and ran down her chin.
Rachel’s breathing quickened visibly, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her face was flushed with arousal. Rob moved closer, his hand finding her thigh. The bottom of her shirt fluttered as her fingers worked her pussy. “She’s definitely peeing,” she said. “Damn, it’s turning me on so much.”
“I want you, Rachel,” Rob whispered into her ear. “More than I’ve ever wanted anything.”
Rachel groaned. “Oh God, I want you, too,” she murmured…and suddenly realized it was true. She did want him. He was more than a roommate, or even a friend. She took his hand from her thigh and pulled it toward her crotch. “Touch me,” she pleaded. Rob pulled aside the leg band of her panties, exposing her wet pussy, and slid one finger into her. Rachel spread her legs wider. “You want my piss? Like the girl in the movie?” she whispered huskily. Rob responded by kneeling between her open legs, his face turned upward in supplication, like a farmer searching the sky for rain.
…To Be Continued
Kisses in the Dark
By Misty Morgan
Copyright 2011 Misty Morgan
Here in the dark, everything is all right. The still blackness that surrounds me is like a soothing balm, the kind that stops the incessant itch that begins with a mosquito bite or an ant crawling on your skin. Now it is only the light that peeks through at the bottom of the door that bothers me. It is like a naked 200 watt bulb thrust into my face. Rationally, I know the light is scant, but it burns me nonetheless.
It is funny, but many of the things we think we understand are in reality so foreign as to be unimaginable. Now, as I sit here in the dark, I realize that this is exactly one of those times.
I am in the corner of the closet and my arms are wrapped tightly around my knees. My knees are pressed firmly against my boobs. I can feel them pressed flat against my legs and the light against my eyes…and very little else. And I can see nothing. It does not matter, for I know what I look like. Now. I also know what I looked like then, for it has not been that long.
My skin – which had been deeply tanned, almost bronze – is now pale white. At night, it is pretty, almost luminous, but, during the day, it is glaring and ugly. My hair, too, has grown paler. I have found there are advantages to being blonde. I like it, really. I like most of the changes.
My heart aches, though, when I think of them, almost like the feeling of losing something important only to you and not being able to find it. It is a deep pain that is physical as much as mental. It really hurts. And it hurts even more when I think of the cause of the changes. It has been almost four months now since I first met her and, if I’d known, I would have turned and walked away. At least, I tell myself I would have. I’m not really so sure. I’m not sure that I could have. Or that I wanted to. I guess it’s all about love. And this is a love story, in a way. But different. Like most love stories, though, it began when it was least expected.
The main room of the Dante Club was packed as it always was on a Saturday night. I was in the corner farthest from the door, an untouched margarita in my hand. I had been herded in this direction mercilessly by the crowd and I now stood with my back to the wall and little breathing room. Faceless men in Ed Hardy shirts and faceless women with fake breasts and skirts barely covering their crotches paraded past, pushing and shoving, and I sighed. Why had I agreed to meet John and his co-workers here? I feel so out of place. Not to mention underdressed. I should have bought new clothes. And…how will he ever find me? Relax, I thought, he’ll be here by the time you finish your drink. The club isn’t that big.
Later, after I’d finished the margarita and John still hadn’t found me, I tried to force my way out of the corner, but the wall of people was virtually impassable, at least to someone of my petite frame. The smoke that clogged the cavernous room was stifling and it irritated my eyes. Stuck in the corner, I felt tears start to well in my eyes. I was frustrated. And I was lonely. I wiped away the tears in anger. Looks like I’ll be stuck here unless I do something about it, I thought. And then…I saw her. My first thought was simple: awe.
She stood almost six feet tall, but she was not an Amazon. She looked Nordic, with pale, almost translucent skin and long, straight blonde hair. She had a classic ovular face with wide, pronounced cheekbones and full red lips. Her body was amazing. She was shapely without being fat. She had long, muscular legs that blossomed into wide hips. Her stomach was gently rounded and her breasts large and firm, but not fake. They bounced as she walked, making it hard to see anything else. She was beautiful. She walked through the mass of people with grace and poise, and the crowd parted before her as if she were a queen. And, like royalty, she didn’t seem to notice. But the most incredible thing was that she was coming toward me.
As she parted the last line of people that separated me from escape, I smiled gratefully. I looked at her in unabashed fascination and a soft chill coursed through my body, causing a tingle to pass from my toes, up my legs to my crotch, and across my torso. It left me breathless. My nipples hardened and I moistened perceptibly, my panties clinging to the damp and swollen tissue of my vagina. While she was beautiful, it was more than that. She had a voluptuousness – a raw sexuality – that was palatable. And, of course, it was her eyes. They were ice blue, the color that reflects deep in a diamond, and shone with a frankness of gaze I had never before known. It was like she could see behind the Wizard of Oz’s curtain…all of the time. I looked away quickly, my face hot with shame. Another woman had never caused me to feel that way before. It was a feeling I would come to know – and love – well.