“I really like watching it grow like that. It’s so thick and full.”
“Me and Mrs, Mrs Jones”. Fuck. Who sang that?
“Sheila. Oh, Christ. We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Why not?”
“Because we’re married.”
“So? Married people get each other off like this all the time.”
“Generally not with someone else’s spouse.”
“Want me to stop?”
“You can look at me and ask that?”
“So an erection means I can keep going?”
“You can take that as a yes.”
She deftly slid her hand to the base of my cock until the tip rested halfway up her forearm. “I’m sure you’d be hard if anyone was stroking you.”
“I’m sure I would.”
“What if I was fat and ugly?”
“No woman’s fat and ugly with my cock in her hand.”
She put my hand between her legs and pressed it against her pussy. Her clit was so hard I had no trouble finding it. I inserted one finger and rubbed back and forth, feeling the nub roll against my joint. Her eyes closed for a few seconds.
“Sheila.”
“Shut up.”
“Sheila.”
“Don’t stop.”
“Sheila!”
“Put anoth– Oh yeah! That’s good.”
“No kidding. This is a bad idea.”
“I know.”
“We could get in so much trouble.”
“Wanna – hhuh! – stop?”
She had me, there. “We have to be very careful, and very quiet. Lucy’s just on the other side of this wall.”
“All right. God! OK. Let’s set some guidelines.”
“Like what?”
“Like no fucking.”
“Including ass-fucking?”
“Fuck, oh, God! Yeah, dammit.”
“What about oral?”
“I’ll go down on you – fuck! – if you want, but you can’t eat me.”
“Why not?”
“I can’t – fucking Christ! – ’cause I can’t be quiet when I come that way.”
“Keep your voice down.”
“I’m trying. Shit! Don’t stop.”
“Hardly seems fair.”
“Well – Jesus! – maybe when Gavin — oh, God! – goes out of town – fuck! Kiss me!”
She let go of my cock and wrapped her arms around my neck. Her orgasm was muffled in my mouth as her breath filled my lungs. Her hips bucked against my hand. She acted like she wanted to climb me.
Once she relaxed, and her body went limp, she took her lips from mine and laid her head on my shoulder. It took a few minutes for her breathing to return to normal.
“I’ve been wanting to feel that for weeks. Thank you.”
“Maybe you should get dressed and go home now.”
“Mmmm. What about you?”
“I’ll be fine.”
“But I want you to come. I wanna help.”
“You’ve helped plenty. Believe me.”
“But –”
“Next time. Now, get dressed.”
I stroked myself while she put her clothes back on. Then she went down on her knees and kissed my cock. I spurted a little on her face but she opened her mouth in time to get most of it.
After that night we managed to get together at least once a week. More, if we could but, families being what they are, it wasn’t always possible. Over time we worked out a signal to let her know when I’d be outside.
We never fucked. She liked sucking me off, and a few times I was able to sneak over to her house and eat her. She wasn’t kidding. She’s loud. But most of the time we just watched each other masturbate.
To paraphrase The Chiffons: “She’s so fine.”
Gavin and Sheila moved away earlier this year, so now poor Carol has to share time. “Memories, light the corners of my mind”. I used to hate that song.
JOYS OF WATER SPORTS
Peter, London
I’ve always had a secret penchant for water sports. I used to play with myself, peeing and masturbating at the same time. The double flow of urine and semen gave me a deeply erotic thrill unmatched by the pleasure of simple masturbation. I especially enjoyed it when I found myself outdoors somewhere and had to go behind some tall bushes or into the edge of a forest. The cool fresh air on my exposed penis was always particularly exhilarating and pleasurable. There was something forbidden, something deeply secretive about playing with myself in the open like that. It also generated an air of danger, coupled with the fear of suddenly being discovered by someone and having to flee with my trousers open and my erect penis sticking out. It never did happen, of course, but the very thought of it sent shivers of additional excitement through my body.
My accompanying fantasies often involved women, although their roles tended to be quite nebulous since I had no direct experience in that field. I usually just pictured the women stripping off all their clothes and lying naked in front of me. I stood over them and sprayed their bodies with pee and come, particularly their breasts and the dark triangle I knew from pictures they had between their legs. But even with that limited knowledge, the fantasies made my activities much more exciting and my orgasms more powerful and more gratifying.
When I seriously started to date and sleep with women on a regular basis, my peeing fantasies receded into the background for a while, but before long they resurfaced again, stronger and more intense than ever before. My fantasies reached the point where I kept thinking I should broach the subject when I was with a woman, but I was always too afraid of being ridiculed or outright rejected, so nothing ever came of my intentions. In retrospect, it was just as well, because at that time I really didn’t know anything about the topic and probably wouldn’t have known what to do, even if one of them would have liked my idea and had wanted to participate.
Until Alicia came into my life. We met at a three-day science conference at the Convention Centre downtown. I walked into the lecture hall and found a vacant aisle seat not far from the back where I usually like to sit. I sat down on the chair, placed my briefcase on my lap, and found myself sitting next to a woman, probably about my age, perhaps a bit younger. I nodded in her direction and uttered a perfunctory, “Good morning.”
She turned and smiled an engaging smile. “Good morning,” she replied in a pleasant, melodious voice.
The lecture began and we both concentrated on the speaker and on our notepads. Yet I couldn’t help glancing at her furtively every few moments. She was scribbling furiously in her notebook as if wanting to take in every word that was said, but I caught her looking at me several times and quickly averting her eyes before they met mine. There was something about her that attracted me to her, something between us that made us more than just chance acquaintances in a lecture hall.
When the coffee break came and we both rose, I turned to face her. “Peter,” I introduced myself and held out my hand.
She smiled the same engaging smile. “Alicia,” she replied. She put her hand into mine and I could feel the warmth of her body flow through mine.
We spent the coffee break together and chatted amicably about the lecture and the conference. By lunch time, we easily switched to more personal topics, beginning to reveal our lives and our personalities, our dreams and ambitions, our likes and dislikes. Over the next several meals, we continued what we had begun, getting to know each other more and more closely, opening up our inner selves, our togetherness. By the end of the conference, she invited me to her apartment.
We slept with each other several times over the ensuing weeks and grew more familiar and more intimate with each other. I felt that the time had come where I could reveal my fantasy to her without having to fear the repercussions. We had developed a sense of trust and mutual respect that made me think that even if she didn’t like the idea, she wouldn’t ridicule or reject me for it. I just couldn’t decide on the perfect way and the perfect time to tell her
about it.
We were sitting on her couch one evening, watching TV, when I decided I had been procrastinating long enough. I simply had to take the plunge and hope for the best.
“Have you ever heard of water sports?” I blurted out, waiting anxiously for her reaction.
She uttered a quick, amused laugh and turned to me with her pleasant smile. “Of course, I have,” she replied to my great relief. “My girlfriend and I do it all the time. I’ve just never done it with a man before.”
“I’ve never done it with anybody,” I confessed sheepishly. “I’ve only fantasized about it.”
“Time to make your fantasy a reality,” she said lightly, confidently. “Would you like to give it a try?”
Would I! We quickly undressed and Alicia led me to the bathroom. She took a box out of the cupboard and opened it. I shuddered when I saw the collection of paraphernalia. This was certainly not a part of my fantasy.
“Just relax,” she said in her quiet voice, sensing my apprehension. “I know exactly what I’m doing. You don’t have to worry about a thing.”
She reached into the box and took out a length of thin, plastic tubing, a small funnel, a tube of lubricant and a water glass. She had me stretch out on the floor and propped my head up with a pillow so I could watch. Then she put some of the lubricant on one end of the tubing, took my penis into her hand and expertly slid the tubing into the tiny hole. It didn’t hurt at all. In fact, it was a rather pleasant and arousing sensation, being manipulated like that. She pushed the tubing all the way through my penis and into my bladder. Next, she put the funnel into the other end and handed it to me.
“Hold this,” she said. She filled the glass full of lukewarm water, took the funnel from me, and slowly poured the water into the funnel.
I had never experienced anything like this. The warm water flowing through the tube and into my bladder was so arousing my penis grew harder and harder until I thought I would explode.
“There,” she said when my bladder had been filled to bursting. “That wasn’t that bad, was it now?”
“No,” I admitted. “Not at all.”
Alicia pulled the tubing out of me, washed it under the tap, and handed me the whole contraption. “Your turn,” she said, stretching out on the floor and spreading her legs.
I knelt down between her legs, the tube with the funnel in my hand. I was shaking uncontrollably as I contemplated the wide-open pussy and my task at hand.
“Just relax,” she said again in her soothing voice. “You’ll be just fine.”
I took a few deep breaths, steadied my hand, and touched the end of the tubing to her exposed pee hole. So far, so good. I put a bit of tentative pressure on the tube and it slid right into its receptacle. Alicia sighed contentedly. Encouraged by her reaction, I slid the tubing all the way in to her bladder and handed her the funnel end. I filled the glass with water and poured it slowly into the funnel and into her. She moaned as the water filled her bladder until I had emptied the whole glass.
Alicia rose from the floor and stretched out in the tub, spreading her legs and placing her feet on the edge. I climbed in after her and knelt down between her legs. She parted her labia with her fingers to expose her swollen clit. I let go of the pressure inside me and aimed the stream of pee and water at her pussy. She squealed with delight as the pale-yellow liquid splashed against her clit and ran down her pussy and over her inner thighs, down into the tub.
When the last few droplets had trickled down on her, she rose and had me stretch out in the tub. She squatted down over me, her pussy directly above my penis, and let go of her own pressure. It was an incredible sensation, feeling her pee hit my penis, run down my shaft and over my balls, and flow away between my legs.
As soon as she was done, she reached for her pussy and began massaging her clit. I stared at her with fascination. I had never seen a woman masturbate before. This was a real turn-on for me, and I quickly reached for my aching penis and began to stroke it slowly.
But Alicia pushed my hand away. “Wait,” she said breathlessly, fingering and rubbing her pussy more and more quickly and forcefully. She arched her back and screamed when her orgasm shook her body. She slowly relaxed again and then knelt down and took my penis into her hand, stroking it and rubbing it, until my come sprayed all over me and over her hands. She licked her splattered fingers, smacking her lips in obvious delight. We had completed our very first peeing game, much to both of our delight and satisfaction, and my fantasy had finally come true, even though in some rather unexpected ways.
A few days later, Alicia mentioned her girlfriend – Tina was her name – and that she had asked if she could join us.
“What do you think?” she asked, quite unnecessarily, I thought.
“Of course,” I replied enthusiastically. “That would be great!”
Tina came to the apartment on the weekend. After the usual introductions and a few minutes of small talk, we undressed in the living room and headed for the bathroom. Tina took the box out of the cupboard and pulled out a large syringe with a small piece of soft tubing attached to the end. That certainly wasn’t a part of my fantasy, either, but I didn’t let it show this time. I trusted her to know what she was doing, just as I had trusted Alicia.
Tina filled the syringe at the sink while Alicia positioned herself on the floor. I watched with great interest as Tina inserted the end of the small tube and squeezed the water into her friend. Then they switched positions and Alicia did the same thing for Tina until they were both filled to bursting. The two climbed into the tub, one standing at each end, and motioned me to come and sit between them. As soon as I was in position, they both started peeing, directing their streams expertly with their fingers and spraying the contents of their bladders all over me and over themselves. Then they moved closer together and reached for each other’s pussies, rubbing each other to simultaneous orgasms while I watched them from my vantage position below them.
“Your turn,” Tina said when they were finished. “You can just lie down in the tub.”
I did as I was told. Tina refilled the syringe, bent over the edge of the tub, and took my penis into her hand. She carefully inserted the lubricated tip of the tube and began to squeeze. It was a strange yet also very stimulating sensation, having a woman I hardly knew manipulate me like that, and then feeling the water flow into my penis and into my bladder until I was completely full.
Tina had me stand up at one end of the tub and the two knelt down in front of me, holding their breasts out for me. It didn’t take me long to release the pressure and pee over their expectant bodies. They both cried out with pleasure when my stream splashed against their breasts and ran down over their bodies. True to my fantasy, I began masturbating while the last droplets still dribbled down on them. It didn’t take me long to reach my own climax and spray my jism all over them.
After a communal shower and a thorough clean-up of the premises, we went into the bedroom and collapsed on the bed, satiated and content.
The whole thing was an incredible experience for me, and I was sure there would be many more to come.
TASTING HIM
Jessica, Los Angeles
We had been talking on the phone for weeks about how I was going to swallow his come when I saw him the next time. He knew I had never swallowed for anyone before, refusing to even allow a man to come near my lips. He was going to be the one to take this last shred of my virginity.
I had spent several hours wondering why after twenty-five years of saying no, I was finally willing to swallow Jeff’s semen. I came to the conclusion that it was a combination of trust and lust for him. He had the ability to make it sound like the hottest sexual act on the planet. No pressure, the decision was to be mine alone, maybe that was the difference: he gave me the choice.
Last night I had finally gotten into town. When he picked me up at the airport, I climbed into his truck and kissed him deeply, tasting the beer on his tongue. “I want you, right now,” I said, smiling
up at him.
He laughed. “I guess that answers the question of should we stop for food on the way home? I’d screw you here in the airport parking lot, but the security guards would have a problem.”
“No, I don’t want food. I want your come in my stomach,” I replied.
He sat up straighter in his seat and gripped the steering wheel tighter. I was satisfied to see his jeans suddenly look very uncomfortable. He shifted to relieve the pressure against his cock. I looked out the car window and smiled to myself.
We got to his house, left my bags in the truck, and headed straight for his bedroom. “Come here,” he said as he stripped off his jeans and underwear in the same motion, and then sat at the end of the bed.
I kicked off my pumps, but didn’t take time to undress. I wanted his cock in my mouth, and I wasn’t waiting to get what I wanted.
He chuckled as I crossed the room, tying my hair into a haphazard ponytail, and dropped to my knees between his thighs. “Eager, are you? Let’s see how much of my cock you can take down your throat.”
In answer, I lowered my lips to his turgid dick, noticing the pre-come already glistening at the tip. His fingers wrapped into my hair, tightening in response as I slowly lowered my mouth down the length of his shaft, stopping only when he was fully in the back of my throat. I had felt a surge of panic when I realized he was so far back in my throat I could not comfortably breathe.
“Swallow me,” he commanded.
He was so far back in my throat that my throat muscles were almost paralysed. Obediently I struggled to swallow, feeling the head of his cock slide deeper down my throat. I almost choked, my eyes tearing up from the pressure.
“Swallow again, come on, you can do it.”
I managed to swallow again, fighting the urge to gag as his head slipped further down my throat. My mind registered the fact that I could not breathe like this, but, oh, it felt good to have him so far down my throat. I relaxed and tried to swallow again, frustrated that my throat refused to cooperate. His penis pulsed, cutting off any hope of air reaching my lungs.
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