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Subject: {ASSM} Gloria (M/F GS)
Date: Fri, 18 May 2001 14:10:03 -0400
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Gloria
by Greymead (aka Richard Large)

There were three of us sitting in the bar that night.  I was thinking of 
getting up and going home, even though it was still pretty early, but before 
I could speak to make my excuses, Romeo, who had been brooding all evening, 
abruptly spoke up.

"I dunno what's getting into me, guys" he looked at Bob, then at me.  I 
observed for the first time that he looked as if he hadn't slept in a week.  
"The other night, I woke up from a dream...  one of those dreams that wakes 
you up with an incredible hard on and an unbearable desire to get right back 
to sleep and right back into the dream."

This was gonna be good.  I forgot all about going home, and settled in 
comfortably in my chair.

"I was laying there, fingering my stiff cock, considering consummating what 
the dream had started, when I suddenly heard someone peeing.  Most of the 
time, I wouldn't have noticed, but in the middle of the night, when 
everything's so quiet, all noises seem loud.

"In the dark, I visualized the girl in the apartment next door, squatting 
over her toilet.  In my mind's eye, I imagined her pussy, hairless and 
glistening, with a stream of golden piss flowing out and down to splash in 
the bowl.  The sound kept going and going and going.  I took a firm grip on 
my prick and started to pump.  By the time she stopped peeing, I was well on 
my way to cumming.  I noticed that she had stopped, and was sorry for a 
moment that I hadn't cum right at that moment.  Then I came one of those 
really good cums where the heat keeps pumping through your prick.  I caught 
the jism in my hand and wiped it on the t shirt I had left on the floor 
before I went back to sleep.  If it hadn't been for finding the shirt in the 
morning, I would have probably figured the whole thing had been a dream.

"Now, what I want to know is, does it make me a pervert if I liked hearing 
that girl pee?"

Bob laughed.  "It was probably her boyfriend, you goon.  That makes you a 
faggot!" We hit him at the same time, one fist in each shoulder.  He frowned 
and rubbed.  "Hey, it's true, ain't it?  If he was jacking off to some guy 
pissing, he's gotta be gay!"

I decided to ignore him.  "Sure it makes you strange, Romeo," I provided, 
"but strange is all right as long as you ain't like Bob."  Bob glared at me. 
  "I mean, who cares if you get off on peeing, or poodles, or inflatable 
pandas in polyester pants?  Does it hurt anybody?"

"Well, that all depends on what you're doing to the poodle, Doc," Bob 
supplied.

I was pretending it was an academic question, but under the table I had an 
enormous stiff.  Imagining some girl's glistening gash gushing gleaming gold 
was getting to me, too.  Hell, I was even making up bad verse about it in my 
head!

The conversation drifted on to other matters, and I forgot about it until 
about a half hour later when I went to the can to siphon off some excess 
beer.  As I watched the arc of piss splashing against the back of the 
urinal, I pictured, once again, that gleaming pussy, spouting a similar 
nectar.

In fact, that image came back to me every time I peed over the following 
week, not to mention occurring to me when I was at work or talking to my 
mother on the phone.  It became an obsession with me.  I went to the porno 
shop looking for a magazine or tape featuring golden showers, but the place 
only had fairly standard stuff like ass fucking, S & M and bondage.  I asked 
the guy at the counter about it, and he looked at me kinda strange.  Either 
he figured my request was a little off the wall or he wasn't used to guys 
coming right out and saying what they were looking for.  Either way, I 
figured the trip was a loss, and left.

Another week went by, and probably due to a lack of stimulation, I let 
thoughts of girls and piss drift back out of my mind.

I had forgotten the subject completely by the time Romeo had his party.

Romeo lived in one of those old apartment buildings down by campus.  You 
know the ones.  Lots of scuzzballs and roaches and no one to complain about 
the noise when you really crank the stereo up on a friday night.

Romeo layed in a keg and almost everybody brought a bottle of something, so 
there was a lot of drinking.  And a lot of going in and out of the bathroom.

I was standing in line outside the can when a gorgeous redhead stepped out.  
Romeo, who was squeezing his way down the hall at the moment, introduced her 
to me.  "Doc, this here's Gloria.  She lives in the apartment next door."

It came back to me in a flash, the way Michelangelo must have first got the 
idea to paint God touching Adam's finger.  This must be the midnight pisser!

She smiled as I touched her finger with my own.  "Very pleased to meet you, 
Doc!"  She seemed to mean it.  I said something similar to her as I took a 
light grip on her hand.  She didn't seem to be in any hurry to escape.  We 
stood there in the hallway, talking about something I can't recall while I 
pictured her peeing.  That's all I did, that I can remember, the whole time 
we stood in that hall.  Pictured her peeing.  When it was my turn at the 
bathroom, I invited her in.  I don't know why, but she smiled and surprised 
the hell out of me by saying yes.

The folks in line for the can objected loudly.  They all had pressing needs, 
and didn't much relish the idea of us spending much time in there, which 
they were fairly sure we were getting ready to do.  I know that's what I had 
on my mind, and I figured it was what Gloria had on her mind, too.  Trouble 
was, I didn't know any way to make everybody happy, and I was sure as hell 
intent in looking after my own interests.  Gloria, however, had a solution.  
"Let's go next door to my place," she whispered in my ear.

By the time she closed her apartment door behind us, I knew that my 
developing hard on was going to seriously impede my ability to pee.  I 
figured I'd better do that before I did anything else, so I asked her where 
the bathroom was.  She led me there and preceded me through the doorway.  I 
unzipped my fly, pulled my pecker out, and began to pee.  Gloria watched for 
a moment, her eyes glazed over, and then reached out and stuck her hand in 
the hot stream.  Piss splashed all over the place, but she didn't seem to 
care or even notice.

When I was done, I shook the last drop off and started to stuff it back into 
my pants, but Gloria reached to touch it, and the next thing I knew, we were 
locked in a tight and hot embrace.  Before I knew how we managed it, we were 
both out of our clothes, and I was sitting on the toilet with her straddling 
me, fucking me in a hot frenzy and screaming endearments and swearing at me 
to fuck her harder and deeper and faster the whole time.

In the frenzied lust of the moment, I hardly even saw her.  Our mouths were 
plastered to each others and our hands were busy squeezing and fondling each 
other.  I'd like to say that it was a really good fuck, but it was over 
almost before it began.  I came, and she came, but there was no magic in it 
for me.  She, on the other hand, was gasping for breath when it was over and 
seemed ready to fall limply from my lap.  I guess she wasn't likely to agree 
with me about the quality of this fuck!

When she recovered enough to stand, she left the room.  I dressed and went 
out into the hall.  A moment later, she came out of a door, dressed in a 
flimsy robe.

"Care for something to drink?" she asked, huskily.

"Yeah," I was mighty thirsty just about now.

She led me to the living room and asked me to excuse her while she got a 
couple of beers.  She came back with two large glasses full, and handed me 
one.  "Drink up!"

Her robe was hanging wide open, and I took a good look at her for the first 
time.  She was pretty tall, maybe five-ten or so.  Her breasts weren't 
particularly large, but they were nicely shaped and crowned by red nipples 
which, in the cool air of her apartment, stood stiff and large like 
raspberries.  Her pussy was shaved bare (funny that Romeo had said that was 
what he envisioned when he heard her peeing in the night), and the swollen 
lips were open enough to reveal a clitoris that was remarkably large.  I had 
been around enough to know that every woman was built differently, but I had 
never before encountered anything like this.  I was fascinated, and she 
noticed.

"See something you like?"

"You have the most incredible clit!"

"So I've been told."  She sat across from me on the couch, and opened her 
pussy with both hands so that I could see it better.  "Why don't you come 
over here where you can see it better?"  She licked her lips.

I went to kneel between her knees and get a good look.  Her clit was shaped 
like a little cock, maybe an inch and a half long and an inch thick.  I 
leaned forward and dragged my tongue across it.  She let out an involuntary 
squeal, and hunched her hips toward me, urging me to get more familiar with 
it.  I pursed my lips and sucked the little meat into my mouth, swiping my 
tongue across the tip as it entered.

She squealed again and grabbed my hair, pulling me tighter against her, and 
I began sucking on it the way I liked my cock sucked.  I swirled my tongue 
around it, caressing the sides and tip and sucked hard.  She began to scream 
and shout, begging me to eat her pussy, which sort of amused me at the 
moment, since I already was eating it, but the amusement disappeared almost 
as suddenly as it had arrived, and I began to fuck her little cock with my 
mouth, slurping up and down on it, and milking at it with my tongue.

She went wild.  "God Damn," she screamed, "oh, yeah!  Suck my clitty!"

I slipped a finger into her pussy, then another.  Sliding them in and out of 
her, I was fucking her cunt while she fucked my mouth.  I have to tell you, 
it was a strange feeling.  There were moments there when I wasn't sure if 
she was a woman or a small guy.  But I fucked and sucked at her pussy while 
she squealed and swore.  She didn't know whether to hunch up against my face 
to fuck her clit farther into my mouth or grind down against my hand to take 
more finger in her cunt.  She ended up doing both...  again and again and 
again.

I crooked a finger back to find her asshole, and slipped right into it.  
There was so much juice flowing from her hot pussy that my finger was 
covered with the slickness of it.  As my finger probed the damp confines of 
her shitter, she came, pushing her clit deep into my mouth were I bit at it 
and swept my tongue around it as she trembled and shook.

When her fingers finally unentangled themselves from my hair, I sat back on 
my haunches and looked at her.  She was wasted, sweaty and flushed, with her 
hair in wild disarray.  I wanted to fuck her again, then and there.

I pushed her down on the couch, and squatted between her legs, rubbing the 
head of my pecker up and down the wet slit of her cunt.  When my cock slid 
inside, she opened her eyes and looked at me again before grabbing my hips 
and pulling me hard into her.

Her cunt grasped my cock and she fucked up against me.  I felt her tongue 
licking my nipple, and then her teeth biting at it hard enough to be almost 
too painful.  Suddenly, I was pumping hot cum into her again.

This time, it was complete.  I felt the pressure of the jism building up and 
jetting through my prick to fill her hungry cunt, and she was sucking and 
biting at my nipple in a manner that somehow released any shred of reserve I 
might have had so that I could surrender myself completely to the sensation 
of cumming.

It was over quickly, but at least this time I had had a chance to enjoy it!

After a few minutes of laying there, composing ourselves and catching our 
breath, she suggested a shower.

With pussy juice drying on my face and belly and jism dripping from my 
pecker, I thought it sounded like a wonderful idea.

I reached for my beer, which was pretty warm by now, and drained the glass 
before I followed her to the bathroom.  I needed to piss again, so I stood 
in front of the toilet and, taking my slippery pecker in one hand, aimed it 
at the toilet.

"Wait for me!"  Gloria squeezed between me and the toilet and sat down.  She 
held her shaved pussy lips open with both hands revealing that enormous 
clitoris again.  "Piss on my cunt!"  Her voice was hoarse with desire.  This 
woman was a non-stop fucking machine!  I don't know how she ever managed to 
do anything but fuck.  Sex was all she seemed to think about!

Anyway, I don't think I could have held back if I wanted to, my need to pee 
was overwhelming.  I let loose with a hot and heavy stream of pungent piss, 
splashing her belly and hands as I got the aim straight.  Gloria had her 
eyes closed, and was breathing fast and heavy.  She was turned on and 
heating up again.  Using one hand to hold her pussy lips wide, she plunged a 
finger of her other hand deep into her cunt and started slowly fucking 
herself with it.

As I watched my hot piss splash over her pussy, I was seized by a 
mischievous idea.  I slowly raised the stream to splash over her belly and 
tits before lifting it to wash her face with its bitter torrent.  She just 
closed her eyes and stuck her tongue out to taste it.

When I felt the pressure on my bladder begin to diminish, I dropped the 
stream back to her pussy and watched as she fingered her cunt more 
frantically, gasping and moaning in her urgent need for release.

As the stream of my piss stopped, she arched her back and groaned long and 
loud, her finger massaging that huge clit, slowing, pressing, and speeding 
up again and again.  She must have cum three or four times before one really 
big orgasm locked her body in a tight convulsion.

She opened her eyes slowly, and looked up at me.  Red hair was plastered to 
her piss-wet face, and her eyes gleamed with lust and contentment.  At that 
moment, she was the sexiest woman I had ever been close to.

She reached for my pecker, hard now, and gripped it tightly with both hands. 
  "I like him!"  I didn't know if she was talking to me about my cock or to 
some imaginary entity about me.  I didn't ask.  I grew harder in her hands, 
and she licked her lips before tasting the last drop of piss, still clinging 
to the slit at the end of my cock.

I reached down and touched her damp hair as she opened her mouth and 
engulfed my cock in a warm, wet grip, her tongue stroking the underside as 
she sucked the length deep into her throat, burying her nose in my pubic 
hair.  She held my balls in one hand, squeezing them gently, kneading and 
massaging them as she milked me with her tongue.

When I felt my cum rising inside me, I groaned in anticipation of climax, 
but she stopped at the sound, circling the base of my cock tightly with her 
thumb and forefinger, and held me tightly like that as the impending 
ejaculation cooled and subsided.  As I relaxed, she engulfed me once again, 
working slowly to build the pressure back up inside me.

She did this several times, stopping when she knew I was close to cumming, 
then beginning afresh every time the feeling lapsed.  Each time she did it, 
the pressure was greater.  Each time she stopped, the feeling of stopping 
before I came became more like pain.  Each time she halted her 
ministrations, I wondered if she were going to let me cum.

Then, as the pressure built to an even greater force, she eased one finger 
into the tightness of my asshole, squeezed my balls a little tighter than 
before, and swallowed repeatedly as spout after spout of hot lava washed up 
through my loins and drained itself into her gulping throat.

All of my energy was caught up in the current of that searing jism, and my 
knees buckled.  I leaned against her face for support as she urged every 
drop out of me, squeezing the juice from my balls and inciting it by fucking 
my asshole with her finger.  I was done.  I slumped, drained of strength.  
When she offered a place in her bed for the night, I accepted.

Gloria wasn't ready to quit, but I was totally worn out.  I wouldn't have 
been able to get a hard on again if my life depended on it, and Gloria 
finally gave up trying to suck some life into my limp prick and curled up 
beside me to get some sleep.  I wondered if I would tell Romeo about her.  
He might enjoy knowing that he'd been right about her pussy.  Then again, he 
might resent the fact that I had scored with his dream girl.  I figured it 
would be better if I didn't bring it up, though if I started coming over 
here very frequently, he was bound to twig.  I went to sleep deciding that I 
would wait and see how things developed.  Maybe I would tell him, maybe I 
wouldn't.

(http://www.geocities.com/greyemad)

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