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Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} IT WAS A DARK AND STORMY NIGHT {Hungry Guy} (MF F/M Mpov Fdom Msub 1st cons oral ws rom humor true)
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{ASS} IT WAS A DARK AND STORMY NIGHT {Hungry Guy} (MF F/M Mpov Fdom 
Msub 1st cons oral ws rom humor true) 
BY:  Hungry Guy (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com or 
hungryguy@literotica.org)

Foreword:  This story is based on a true event.  However, I have 
changed the names and setting to protect peoples' identities, and 
have embellished it here and there for the sake of the story. 

Operators of erotic story web sites, whether free or fee-based, have 
my permission to post my stories for public reading, provided that 
credit is given to "Hungry Guy" (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com or 
hungryguy@literotica.org) as the author, and as long as you don't 
make changes other than fixing typos.  Even beware of fixing typos, 
for I occasionally use local slang and dialects that may be flagged 
by your spell checker.  Thanks.

    ###

    It was a dark and stormy night.  It was also one of the best 
nights of my life. 

    I started dating Meryl a few weeks ago.  Meryl wasn't model 
material, but neither was I a jock.  She was cute, with short 
straight black hair, big brown eyes, and a pretty face.  I was a 
tall, skinny, awkward geek who was lucky to get such a cute girl to 
go for me.

    She and I were in the same Freshman English class and when we 
discovered that we lived in the same dorm, well, it was natural that 
we always walked to class and back together.  It wasn't long before I 
asked her out. 

    We both went to our rooms after class.  My roommate was already 
there, getting ready to go out.  I went down the hall to the unit 
bathroom to shower, returned to my room to change, grabbed my coat, 
then went down to her room.  From there, we went to grab dinner at 
the puketeria.  That's when it started to rain.  

    Although I had a car -- a van actually -- I usually took the off-
campus bus downtown because I don't like to drink and drive.  (Shhh!  
Don't tell my friends that I'm such a chicken shit.) 

    But with the rain and all, Meryl insisted that I drive.  So after 
dinner, we trudged out to the student parking lot.  We would have 
stayed drier had we just cut through the other dorms and academic 
buildings to the student center and waited for the bus and then got 
off the bus right at the corner and walked into the bar.  But, well, 
try to disagree with a woman using logic and reason when she knows 
she's right about something, and see where it gets you -- right guys?  
We've all been there.

    So we got to my van -- it was a nice one too.  I had customized 
the back with carpeting, paneling, curtains, flip chairs, lava lamps, 
black lights, beanbags, pillows, and a small color TV and Nintendo 
video game (yes, we're going back a few years), and a small 
refrigerator.  The fridge was even stocked with a case of Guinness 
that I hadn't touched since the beginning of the semester.

    We got in and we were drenched and freezing.  So I cranked the 
heat to max.  I popped Alan Parsons Project into the eight-track as 
we left the campus and headed down Main Street to the Rathskellar. 

    We were warm and dry by the time we got downtown.  We parked in 
the packed muddy lot behind the bar and walked through the pouring 
rain once again.  By the time we got inside, we were drenched again.  
The bar was a large rustic building with booths all along the 
perimeter of the first floor, except for one wall where the long bar 
was placed.  The middle of the room was a large open space for 
dancing, and was open to the second floor where booths lined the 
balcony.  We walked up to the bar and I asked her, "What're you 
drinking, sweetheart?"

    She answered, "I'll just have a Bud."  

    So I pulled out a couple of bucks from my pocket and waved them 
at Jerry, the bartender.  

    The bar was crowded and it took Jerry a few minutes to work his 
way down to our end of the bar.

    "What're you having tonight?" he asked.

    "A Bud for my girl, and a Coke for me."

    "You're staying dry tonight?" he asked.

    I would have loved to get wasted tonight, but like I said, I was 
too much a wuss to drink and drive.  I answered, "Yeah, I drove 
instead of taking the bus.  You know, 'cause of the pouring rain."

    "Smart thinking, dude!" he said as he handed us our drinks.

    Being a college bar, it filled up fast early on Friday and 
Saturday nights.  Downstairs was packed already, so we wove our way 
through the crowd and up the spiral stairs to the second floor 
balcony where it wasn't so crowded yet and we could get a booth 
overlooking the dance floor. 

    We took seats in the booth and piled our coats one seat.  We were 
facing each other across the table, and took each other's hands.  The 
only problem with being upstairs was that there were about four or 
six huge Klipsch speakers handing from the ceiling cranking Van 
Halen, Motley Crue, Supertramp, Electric Light Orchestra, The Cars, 
Dire Straits, Lake, Journey, Foreigner, and other groups that nobody 
remembers any more.  Since we couldn't talk, we just sat there 
holding hands and smiling at each other, and occasionally taking a 
sip of our drinks.

    After we finished our drinks, the DJ started to play a slow song 
by Journey, so I yelled, "Want to dance?"

    She smiled, and slid out of the booth pulling me by the hand 
behind her.

    We made our way back downstairs and found a square inches of 
dance floor to squeeze into.  It felt so good when Meryl put her arms 
around my neck and pressed her body tightly against mine as we swayed 
-- I wouldn't really call it dancing -- to the music.  

    The DJ played two more slow songs after that and I wondered if 
Meryl could feel my hard-on throbbing between where our crotches were 
squeezing it between them.

    The rapture ended when Supertramp started wailing _Bloody Well 
Right,_ and so we made our back to the bar.  Even though there were 
now four guys working the bar, we had to wait nearly 15 minutes to 
get served.  Meryl got another beer, and I got another Coke.

    We slowly made our way back upstairs, but all the booths were 
taken and it was standing room only wherever we went.  At least we 
found an empty spot at the railing and we hung out there watching the 
people below as I put my arm around Meryl.  When she put her arm 
around me too, it felt so good to know that I was a wanted man.

    That's when I heard, "Hey, duuuude!" from behind us.

    We turned to see our friends, Al and Paula.  After high-fives all 
around (jeez, do I even remember how to do a high-five?), the four of 
us talked -- shouted actually -- about our Psych 101 papers due next 
week, and how nobody understands Professor Vishnu with his accent, 
and how it sucks that the government wants to raise the drinking age 
to 21.  

    They then headed off to the bar, and Meryl and I went back to 
watching the action below us.  That's when I caught Meryl looking at 
me, staring actually.  So I stared back.  Her head imperceptible 
moved closer to mine, and so I moved a little closer too.  

    I wondered.  Did she really want to make out?  Here in the middle 
of this crowd?   

    Our faces moved closer, molecule by molecule, until our lips 
touched.  Suddenly, the crowd and the noise disappeared.  I almost 
squeaked when I felt her press her tongue between my lips into my 
mouth.  Of course, I reciprocated, and our tongues were quickly 
dancing together exploring each other's mouths.

    When we came down from orbit, I had no idea how much time had 
passed.  I just grinned at her with a silly smile, then I leaned 
closer and shouted in her ear at the top of my lungs, "I love you, 
Meryl!"

    We both looked around to see if the people pressed up against us 
heard, but they didn't seem to, then she leaned over to me and 
screamed in my ear, "I love you too!"

    Wow!  That was the first time a girl ever told me that she loved 
me.  Not knowing what to say next, I shouted back, "I feel wonderful!  
Want another drink to celebrate?"

    But I was suddenly hurt and disappointed when she shouted, "No 
thanks!  Let's go!  Too noisy!  Too crowded!"

    I couldn't help agreeing with her, so I figured it was time to 
call it a night too.  

    We stopped at the booth we first sat at and rooted through the 
huge pile of coats that had accumulated on that one bench.  Wwe got 
ours and headed back downstairs, but we had to stop in the restrooms 
before we left (oh man, restrooms in bars are _filthy_ and they 
_stink),_ then we headed back to the van.  When we got outside, it 
was hard to believe that the rain could have got any harder or colder 
then when he came in, but it was.  Once again, we were drenched and 
freezing when we got back to my van.  I wondered if we were going to 
make out again when we got back into my van; but being soaked and 
frozen, I honestly wasn't in the mood (and if a guy isn't in the 
mood, I can't imagine how not-in-the-mood a woman must be).

    So I popped The Knack in the eight-track and we drove back to 
campus where I parked in the student lot as far away from 
civilization I had been parked when we left.  At least we were warm 
and dry once again, though that was about to change -- again.

    I was about to open the door, but Meryl put her hand on my arm 
and said, "Can we wait until the rain lets up?"

    "Sure," I answered.  

    The rain sounded like a freight train pounding the roof of the 
van, and I could even feel the van swaying from time to rime from the 
howling wind.  So I started the small auxiliary engine that kept the 
battery charged and ran the heat and accessories when the regular 
engine isn't running.  Then I climbed out of the driver's seat to the 
back of the van, dropped my coat on the floor, as did Meryl, and 
headed for the fridge in the back.

    I opened the fridge and asked, "Want a beer?" 

    "Sure," she answered.

    I grabbed two bottles of Guinness and scrunched into one of the 
beanbags.  I shouldn't have been surprised when Meryl immediately sat 
in my lap leaning her shoulder against my chest as she took her beer.

    _The Knack_ started singing _Good Girls Don't._ and I mentioned, 
"Someone told me they curse in this song."

    "Naw," Meryl answered, "they just sing about how she sits on his 
face."

    "Oh?  Sounds like fun!" I blurted out, then immediately regretted 
saying that to Meryl.  

    Meryl just giggled and I could feel my face turning red as a 
beet, so I gulped a big chug of beer. 

    Meryl took a swig of hers then she looked me squarely in the eyes 
again, I knew exactly what she wanted.  I leaned forward again, and 
we were in a lip-lock once again.

    But I could hardly believe what she did next.  She grabbed one of 
my hands and planted it firmly on one of her boobs.  Oh man, I could 
feel her nipple trying to poke though her bra and blouse -- just like 
my cock was trying to bust out of my pants.

    "You like my tits?" she asked.  I couldn't believe she asked 
that; hell, I couldn't believe she was letting me feel her tits after 
dating for just a few weeks.  Her tits weren't huge; they were rather 
tiny actually.  But they fit her cute little body perfectly.  Huge 
melons on Meryl would have looked wrong, somehow.

    "Yeah!  They feel so soft!"  I was surprised that it felt so soft 
and squishy; I had expected it to be hard like a muscle (hey, c'mon, 
I was a virgin geek at the time).  

    I think I got over being shocked when she next asked, "You want 
to see 'em?"  

    "Yeah!"  Of course I wanted to see them!

    While still in my lap, she leaned back and lifted her leg up over 
my head so as to face me with her legs wrapped around my waist.  She 
the pulled her blouse up over her head and tossed it on the floor.  
Then she reached behind her and slowly pulled her bra off.   Her two 
tiny tits were staring right at me with her nipples pointing straight 
out like to tiny cocks with little hard ons.  

    I lifted my hands up to almost touch them, when she said, "Go 
ahead!"

    I put my hands to them and brushed my fingers over them.  I soon 
had her nipples in my fingers and began gently squeezing them.

    She smiled at me and said, "Oh, that feels so good, mmmmmm."

    After a few minutes, she asked, "You can do better, can't you?"

    I stammered, "I, uhm."  I thought I was doing it good and I 
didn't know how to do it any better.  But after that briefest of 
moments, she leaned back and pulled my head forward pressing my mouth 
to her swollen nipple.

    She threw her head back and immediately began moaning, "Oh yes!  
Do that!  Keep doing that!"

    I kept doing that.

    After countless minutes, without saying a word, she pulled back, 
turned her torso a little, and pressed the other nipple to my mouth.

    After a symphony of cries and moans, she fell backward with her 
ass still in my lap and her legs still wrapped around my waist.  She 
was lifting her hips up with her legs and the sight of her jean-
covered crotch rising and setting in front of my chest was almost 
more than I could take.  

    She interrupted my shock when she blurted, "What are you waiting 
for?"

    Did she really want me to touch her pussy outside her jeans?  I 
couldn't believe it, but I wasn't sure.  I cautiously reached out and 
slid my finger along the seam in her jeans that ran from her zipper 
to her ass.  Then back up again.

    "C'mon, you can use a little more force.  I won't break!"

    Using two fingers, I slid them up and down her pant seam, 
pressing down with more force where I thought her pussy was.  The van 
rocking in the storm jiggled my hand gently from side to side as I 
slid it up and down.

    She was moaning once again, "Oh yes!  Oh God!  Oh yes!"

    I also was harder than I ever remember being.  I could feel the 
pressure building up in my balls and I was afraid I was going to cum 
in my pants.  I wouldn't have minded coming in my pants just then, 
but if she was going to let me go all the way before the night was 
over, I wanted to save it for her.

    Fortunately, just then she asked, panting, "Hey!  You want to see 
it?"

    "Oh yeah!  Yes!" I answered back.

    "Then pull my jeans down!"

    I unbuckled her belt, unbuttoned her jeans, and pulled the zipper 
down.  Then I grabbed them and pulled them toward me.  Fortunately, I 
also grabbed her panties and I grabbed her jeans.  A moment later I 
had pulled her jeans and panties down to my waist since her legs were 
still wrapped around my hips, and I was staring into a live girl's 
hairy cunt for the first time in my life.  I was frozen in panic at 
the sight.

    She saved me by crawling backwards off me a little, then pulled 
her shoes off, and then pulled jeans and panties all the way off.  
Then she sat up and smiled at me as if she was waiting for me to make 
the next move.

    I stammered out, "You want to see mine now?"

    "Uh, huh!" she answered with a grin.

    With that, I pulled my shirt up over my head, and then kicked my 
shoes off.  Then I pulled my jeans down.  Though she was sitting 
there completely naked, I was terrified to remove my Jockeys in front 
of her.  Still I swallowed and pulled them down as my cock bounced up 
to attention as the elastic waist strip flipped past it.  

    "Wow!" is all she said.  I didn't know if my cock deserved a 
"wow," but it sure made me feel better about showing it to her.  

    Still, I couldn't believe it.  I couldn't believe I was with 
Meryl and she was letting me see her naked.  I didn't want to sound 
like a geek and say so, but I knew that she must have really trusted 
me to get naked with me.  I swore to myself that I would return that 
trust by trusting her as much.

    She seemed to get impatient with my hesitation.  She crawled next 
to me and grabbed my hand again.  This time, she placed it onto her 
crotch, pressing my fingers between her pussy lips.  It sure felt wet 
in there!

    "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" she moaned yet again.

    I continued rubbing her pussy with my fingers.  

    "Oh wait!"  She said.  

    "What?" I asked.

    "Just a second."  She reached for her clothes and started pulling 
her pants on.  

    _Oh-my-God-did-I-do-something-wrong?_

    "What's wrong, Meryl?" I asked trying to hide the panic in my 
voice.

    "Nothing wrong, lover!  I just have to take a piss.  I'll be 
right back!  Honest!" and winked at me.

    "Didn't you piss before we left the bar?"

    "The women's room was so filthy; I couldn't.  Don't worry.  I'll 
be right back!"

    Actually, I had to piss again too.  I said, "Wait, Meryl.  Don't 
go out in the storm to pee.  I have just the thing!" 

    I picked up an empty bottle and said, "Here, use this!"

    "What?" she asked.  "An empty beer bottle?  How?"

    I've pissed in jars and bottles lots of times when a toilet 
wasn't handy, when camping and such.  I held the bottle to my dick 
and grunted.  The piss wouldn't flow.  I've pissed in front of other 
guys before, but I realized that it might be difficult to pee in 
front of a girl.  Once again, I closed my eyes and let myself relax.  
Finally, I felt the pee flowing down my dick and into the bottle and 
made a tinkling noise.  I opened my eyes to see that Meryl seemed 
fascinated by me pissing into a bottle.  I filled the bottle halfway 
before I emptied myself.  I opened the side door part way, letting a 
cold blast of air and water in, and emptied the piss onto the ground. 

    I closed the door and handed her the bottle.  "See?  Just pee 
into the bottle."

    "I can't pee into a bottle, dummy!"

    "Why not?  Sure you can!"

    "Uhm, I'm not made the same way as you.  I can't!"

    The last thing I wanted right now was for Meryl to get dressed.  
The second-to-last thing I wanted was for Meryl to go outside into 
the freezing wind and rain.  Without thinking, I dropped on to my 
back and blurted out, "Use me, Meryl!"

    "What?" she asked.

    "You can pee in my mouth!  And I'll pee in the bottle for both of 
us."

    "That!  That's!  That's disgusting!" she screamed.

    _Oh shit!_ I thought.  _I ruined it now!  Fuck!_ 

    Then she smiled and said, "Thanks for the offer, but I'll be 
fine."

    She pulled her jeans and blouse on and then her shoes.  She 
opened the door to the van, letting another blast of freezing rain 
and wind, and stepped outside.  When closed the door behind her, I 
noticed that she left her bra, panties, and socks on the floor.  I 
suppose that was a good sign.  A moment later, the door slid open 
again, and Meryl climbed back in.  In the moment that she was 
outside, her coat was covered with ice and hair had become a solid 
mass of ice.  She was visibly shaking. 

    "That was the fastest anyone has ever peed!" I said, then "Are 
you okay, Meryl?"

    "I... I..." she stammered.

    I hugged her, rubbing the ice from her hair.

    "I couldn't pee.  It's fucking freezing out there!" she said as 
her teeth chattered.

    That's one of the few times I'd ever heard Meryl curse.

    She looked down at the floor and hesitated a moment before 
continuing, "I'll take you up on your offer if, uhm, if it's still 
good."

    I almost asked, "What offer?" before I stopped myself, and said, 
"Yeah, sure."

    Once again, she removed her clothes while I lay back down and put 
my head on a pillow.

    Then she knelt down next to me and swung a leg over me, 
straddling my chest.  My cock had gone soft the past few minutes, but 
it had become hard again, and my heart was pounding. 

    She crawled up me on her knees until her cunt was directly over 
my face.  Man, it was so hairy!  And, well, it was so close to my 
nose that I could smell it -- and it didn't smell very nice.  

    Guys always talk about "going down at the 'Y'," and they say it's 
an acquired taste.  

    Still I couldn't believe a woman's naked cunt was inches away 
from my face and she was about to sit on my face with it.  Then I 
nearly jumped out of my skin when she suddenly asked, "You sure you 
don't mind doing this for me?"

    "I don't mind, Meryl.  Really!"

    Then that's what she did.  She lowered herself onto my face, 
pressing her cunt against my mouth as I opened my mouth wide.  Her 
hairy muff was tickling my nostrils and I slowly looked up her body 
past her muff, past her bellybutton, between her titties sticking out 
of her chest, at the bottom of her chin.  She looked down at me and 
we locked eyes for a moment before she looked away and closed her 
legs, plunging me in darkness.  

    I could hear her heart pounding over mine.  I could even feel her 
heart pounding over mine.  I was both excited and terrified at what 
it would be like.  Would it have any taste?  Would it taste like 
water, or would it taste like I was drinking pure filth?  Would I be 
able to drink it as fast as she pissed it out, or would she fill my 
mouth until it sprayed out between my lips and her cunt making a 
mess?  

    I could breathe, but the airflow was restricted what with my 
nostrils pressed gently against her crotch.  

    I wondered what was taking so long, but Meryl answered my 
question for me, "Sorry to take so long, but the pee isn't coming 
out.  I've never peed into someone's mouth before.  I have to relax 
first."

    I waited.  And waited more.   

    Then I felt it.  A steady trickle of liquid splashed against the 
tip of my tongue.  It collected at the back of my throat as I held my 
throat closed.  Fortunately, it had no taste, though I thought I 
could taste something gritty in it. 

    I thought about trying to swallow while she peed, but it was 
nearly impossible to swallow while lying on my back as she pressed 
her twat tightly to my open mouth.  I could tell that she hadn't put 
her full weight on my jaw, still she bore down with considerable 
weight.

    I almost panicked as my mouth got to be full, but then she 
stopped.  She lifted off me and slid her ass back, sitting on my 
chest.

    I leaned forward a little and swallowed.  It didn't taste so bad.  
It tasted sort of what ammonia smelled like, but very mild.

    I looked up at her looking back down at me.  She asked, "You 
don't look so good.  You okay down there?"

    I smiled up at her and answered, "I'll live." 

    She got off me and crawled over to the fridge and grabbed two 
more beers.  

    Then the taste really hit me!  My moth suddenly tasted the way a 
dirty public restroom smelled.   

    Handing me a beer, she said, "Here.  This will kill the taste of 
my piss."

    I sat up, grabbed the beer, and chugged the whole thing down all 
at once to wash away the taste of her piss.  

    She was laughing her ass off as I threw the bottle down.  I took 
a breath of fresh air and grabbed one more beer and then motioned for 
her to sit in my lap again, which she did.  

    We each drank our beers, then Meryl and I resumed sucking face.  
I was in heaven!  Maybe you're getting sick of hearing this, but I 
couldn't believe that Meryl, _my Meryl,_ and I were naked together, 
and she had just sat on my face with her cunt against my mouth and 
she just pissed in my mouth.  I just drank another person's piss!  I 
just drank a woman's piss!  I just drank Meryl's piss!  Straight from 
her cunt!  Oh man, oh man!  

    And now we were kissing.  What a night!  And it was just 
beginning.

    Not only that, but my cock was sticking into Meryl's ass crack, 
being that she was sitting on my lap.  I could feel pre-cum oozing 
out my cock, and I was about to explode any second.

    I think Meryl sensed that too because she said, "Oh my, you're 
about to burst, my lover."  

    "Yeah!  I think I'm about to come any second, Meryl!  And I don't 
think I can stop it!"  

    I started panting as I felt the pressure quickly build in my 
cock.  "Oh man!" I screamed.

    Meryl quickly pushed me down on my back, crawled down my body and 
engulfed my cock in her mouth.  I exploded into her mouth the instant 
her lips closed around the base of my cock.

    Oh man!  I had fantasized about this for years, and now it was 
really happening.  My body was bucking wildly as I shot wad after wad 
of cum into a woman's mouth. 

    My quaking finally subsided as I shot the last wad into her 
mouth.  She slid her mouth off my cock and sat up at me, smiling. 

    "Got a tissue?" she mumbled as cum dripped from her mouth.

    "Hey," I said, "I swallowed your piss -- you can swallow my cum!"

    She made a face for a second, then swallowed.  

    I wanted to kiss Meryl so much for what she just did for me, but 
with her mouth just having been full of my cum, the idea of kissing 
her turned me off.  So I grabbed two more beers from the fridge and 
we drank to love after she climbed back into my lap yet again.

    We returned to kissing after we had chugged a bit of beer and she 
had replaced the taste of my cum from her mouth with the taste of 
Guinness.

    We continued kissing and drinking until we finished the beers 
again.

    I had, by now, got a good beer buzz going, and I whispered in 
Meryl's ear, "Let me up, I got to take another piss." 

    She got off my lap and I pissed into another empty bottle.  As 
before, the freezing wind blew into the van when I opened the door to 
empty the bottle.

    Then Meryl crawled over to me with the silliest look in her eyes.  
I could tell that she was feeling pretty good too.  But then she 
whispered in my ear, "I got to pee again too, sweets."

    I said, "okay," or something like that.

    After a few moments, she sounded impatient when she said, "C'mon!  
I have to pee!"

    I was about to say something like, "So what?" when it dawned on 
me what she was waiting for.  

    I wasn't sure if I wanted to do that again.  "You want to use me 
again?"

    "The wind is still howling and it hasn't got any warmer since 
before."

    She was probably right.  If anything, it must be getting colder 
and colder as the night drew on.

    "I'm not sure if I can do that again, Meryl."

    "But I got to pee!" she insisted.  "Bad!"

    "Well, I don't know," I answered.

    "Well I know," she said.  "I need to pee.  You want to get laid.  
You do the math."

    I was dumfounded.  Before, it was "disgusting."  Now it's my 
price for getting laid.  

    I gave in and said, "Okay."  

    She was kneeling and set a pillow between her legs.  I lay on my 
back with my head on the pillow between her thighs looking up at her 
upside down.  

    I suddenly realized that I might have made a mistake in lying 
like that.  She lifted herself up and crawled forward over my face.  
I opened my mouth just as she lowered her cunt to my mouth, burying 
my nose in her ass crack.  She was squeezing my nose with her asshole 
and I swear I could smell her shit.  Talk about gross!

    On top of that, she wasn't sitting on my lightly like before.  I 
swear she must have placed her full weight on my face for it felt 
like my skull was being crushed under the weight of a padded anvil!

    I suddenly realized that I couldn't breathe.  My nose was buried 
in her ass crack, possibly even sticking up into her asshole, and my 
lungs were straining for air.  I waved my arms trying to push her 
thighs up off my head, but she just grabbed my wrists and held my 
arms still.  At that moment, she began filling my mouth once again 
with her rancid piss, and there was nothing I could do about it.

    As she filled my mouth, I also realized with some panic that her 
piss wouldn't just squirt out between my lips and her pussy.  Her 
cunt lips pressed against my mouth lips under so much weight that I 
would probably inhale her piss if I didn't swallow it while she was 
pissing into my mouth.   

    My lungs were screaming for air, but I managed a swallow a little 
without choking.  Then I swallowed a little more.  She continued 
pissing, and I managed to swallow a few more times.  

    I was lucky to have swallowed when I did for my mouth was full 
when she finally stopped.

    She slid her ass back off my face as I swallowed her remaining 
piss and gasped for breath.

    When she broke out in hysterical laughing at this, I just asked, 
"What's so funny?"

    "You are, my love!" she answered, and I couldn't be angry any 
more.   

    She kissed me and took two more beers out of the fridge.  I was 
sitting there feeling dizzy from the beers, and queasy from drinking 
her piss.

    She staggered back from the fridge with two beers in hand and 
planted her ass in my lap yet again.

    We took a couple of swigs from our beers. 

    I wasn't prepared, however, when she then declared, "It's my turn 
now, lover!"

    "Your turn?" I asked.  "Your turn for what?"

    "To come, silly!"

    "Oh, yeah," I said, realizing that she hadn't come yet.  "So 
let's fuck."

    "No," she said, "you eat me first, then we fuck."

    Oh, I knew what she meant, so I said, "Okay."

    She got off my lap and lay on her back pointing her hairy cunt at 
me between her spread-wide legs. 

    I had to pee again something fierce, so I asked her if I could 
pee first, since I was peeing for both of us.  She said "okay," and 
so I pissed in an empty bottle again and emptied it out the door.

    Then, I got on my stomach and crawled between her legs.  I've 
read _Joy of Sex_ and other like it, but coming face-to-cunt was 
intimidating.  It didn't look like anything I'd seen in the books.  
Her ass crack came up from under her ass and disappeared into a thick 
mass of hair that expanded up onto her belly.  I looked up at Meryl 
with a sheepish expression and asked, "What exactly to do I do?"

    "Spread my cunt lips apart and start licking.  I'll tell you when 
you've found the right spot."

    I reached out and pressed my fingers into the mass of hair and, 
wow!  Her crack spread open revealing a bright pink chasm.  I 
couldn't see any details, but I put my mouth to it and started 
licking.  Fortunately, my tongue could feel the textures that my eyes 
couldn't see.  Starting just above her anus, but without touching it, 
I licked up.  I came to a hole that could only be her vagina.  I 
began licking it and fucking it with my tongue.  I noticed it got 
rapidly wetter as I licked it, and the wetness wasn't coming from my 
saliva.  

    "Yes!" she squealed.  "That's good!  That's good.  Now move up."

    I didn't know why she wanted me to move away from her vagina, but 
I moved my mouth higher.  I passed a tiny bump and came to where the 
dry hairy surface skin met at the top.  I continued licking up into 
her muff, and got a mouthful of hair.

    "No, silly!  You went past it.  Go back down."

    I went back down into the crevice.  She yelled, "Stop!  There!" 
when my tongue passed over that little bump.

    "That's my clit!  Lick that!  Suck it!  Beat it up!"

    I'd read that a woman's clit is the sensory equivalent of a man's 
cock-head.  If so, and the analogy holds, I was pretty sure I knew 
what to do to get her off.  I licked over her clit, up and down 
several times, flicking it with my tongue.  Then I drew little 
circles around it with my tongue.  Having had her sit on my face 
while she pissed in my mouth, I had a pretty good idea that her piss 
came out near that spot, and if the analogy holds that a woman's clit 
is like a man's cock-head, her pee hole should be part of her clit.  

    A little exploring with my tongue found a teeny-tiny depression 
just under her clit.  I stuck my tongue gently into her pee hole and 
licked it out.

    "Oh yes!  Oh God!  Oh yes!"  

    I returned to her clit, itself, and licked and sucked it.  I drew 
it unto my mouth by sucking on it and gradually increased the suction 
until the nub was pulled deep into my mouth, stretching her pussy 
skin taut. 

    I had read that women take a long time to reach plateau and then 
reach climax, but Meryl exploded almost immediately.  She started 
bouncing and thrashing wildly as I continued to hold her clit in my 
mouth with suction and flicking it with my tongue. 

    I discovered that I could make her bounce on cue just by flicking 
her clit with my tongue.  I flicked -- she bounced.  I continued 
playing her like this until she finally gave in and said, "Okay, you 
can stop now.  I can't take any more."

    I crawled up her body and asked, "Now we fuck?"

    "Yeah," she finally said, "now we fuck."

    Damn!  "But first," I said, "I got to pee again!"

    "Meee tooo!" she said in a sing-song voice, telling me exactly 
what my immediate fate was.

    I filled that beer bottle and emptied it outside.  Then I laid on 
my back for Meryl.

    Meryl wasted no time mounting my face.  Once again, my nose was 
buried in her ass crack as she settled her full weight on my face.  
She also didn't have to wait to relax before she could start peeing.  
She began filling my mouth immediately.  I gulped some down that 
collected at the back of my mouth.  It wasn't so hard to do this 
time.  I gulped a little more down.  Then a little more.  I noticed 
that I was actually keeping up with her.  I guess that was good, 
because she was peeing a lot of pee!  If I hadn't been drinking it on 
the fly, I'm sure she would have filled my mouth several times over.

    She finally stopped and got off my face.  I swallowed the last 
couple of drops of her pee still in my mouth as she handed me another 
beer.

    I laughed and took a few chugs.  I crawled over to her with a 
huge grin on my face.  "Now it's my turn again!" 

    She put a big grin on her face and retorted, "No, it's our turn!"

    She was right.  She grabbed me by the shoulders and fell back, 
pulling me on top of her.  

    I suddenly stopped in panic, "What about -- uhm, you know --
uh..."

    She must have known what I was trying to say because she 
answered, "Don't worry, sweet, I'm on the pill."

    With that relief, I situated myself and immediately plunged my 
hard cock into her soaking pussy.  I pumped and pumped, and it didn't 
take long at all to come a second time (youth definitely had its 
advantages).  I think she came too, for her body bucked and quaked 
along with mine.

    Satisfied, I rolled off her and held her face in my hands and 
kissed her.  "Did I tell you I love you, Meryl?"

    "Yes you did, but you can never say that enough to a woman!  I 
love you too!  And I have to pee again."

    Shit!  But I had to pee again too.

    "Okay, just let me pee first, okay?" I asked.

    "Sure," she answered. 

    I peed and emptied the bottle.  Then I lay on my back and she sat 
on my face and peed.  I swallowed it easily, then she finished and 
got off me.

    She laid on her back looking at me, and I grabbed a blanked and 
climbed on top of her again, pulling the blanket over us both.

    "You want to fuck again?" she asked.

    "Sure," I answered and kissed her.  Yet I knew I was pretty beat 
and wasted, and I didn't think the little guy was up to one more 
performance for a while.  So we wrestled tongues for a while before I 
finally lowered my head on her shoulder.

    A moment later, she shook me and said, "Hey sleepyhead, you can't 
sleep on top of me!  How am I going to sleep?"

    I yawned and rolled off her, onto my back, and pulled her on top 
of me.

    She said, "This'll work," and snuggled her head on my shoulder 
and promptly fell asleep on top of me.

    I had to admit, it got difficult to breathe after a while with 
another person sleeping on top of me, but the pleasure was worth the 
pain.  Despite the effort it was to breathe, I soon followed Meryl 
into dreamland.

    ###

    I woke the next morning as the sun rose through the van's 
windows.  I had a slight hangover, but not as bad as it usually was 
when I got _really_ drunk.  Meryl was still on top of me, sleeping 
soundly.  But, man, I had to take a wicked piss!

    My stirring must have awakened Meryl for she lifted her eyes, 
smiled at me, and said, "Good morning, lover!"

    "Good morning, lover!" I answered back and kissed her.

    Then she gave the kiss back to me.

    Then I gave the kiss back to her.

    We volleyed that kiss back and forth a few more times, then she 
yawned and sat up and said, "Man, I have to take a wicked piss!"

    I must have stiffened when I heard that.  She said, "About last 
night.  I'm really sorry I made you do that so much.  I'll go outside 
behind those trees over there."

    I stood and looked out the window.  Oh man, everything was 
covered with ice.  It looked like a crystal palace outside.  I 
hesitated then said, "Wait Meryl.  You can't go out in that.  It's 
still freezing cold out there.  The parking lot is a solid sheet of 
ice!  You'll slip and break a leg!"

    "Yeah, well, I gotta go!  Bad!" she insisted.

    "My offer still stands," I told her.

    "Really?"

    "Yeah!  Really!  After last night, what difference does it make 
now?"

    "Well, if you really don't mind?"

    _What was I saying?_  "No, I don't mind.  I don't want my girl to 
get cold or hurt herself out on that ice."

    "Well, all right.  Thank you."

    So once again, I lay on my back and she sat on my face.  Once 
again, she sat on me with her full weight.  She even set her legs on 
my chest and rested her heels in my crotch, squeezing my dick between 
her feet.  Like before, her hairy cunt lips were kissing my mouth 
lips under the pressure of her full weight, and my nose was poking 
into asshole and she squeezed it with her sphincter as she struggled 
to pee.  I guess it took her a while to relax again, because my lungs 
started to scream for air after a few seconds.  Fortunately, I then 
felt the warm trickle of liquid splash into my mouth.  The practice I 
had last night rescued me this morning, for she peed, and peed, and 
peed.  Oh man, it seemed to me that she must have peed nearly a 
gallon of piss before she finished.  

    On top of that, my cock was bursting with the urge to piss too.  
Thankfully, she finally stopped pissing and got off my face.  I 
swallowed and quickly grabbed an empty beer bottle.  I filled that 
bottle, and quickly moved to a second when I filled the first.  I 
couldn't believe I nearly filled three beer bottles before I finished 
pissing.  

    I emptied them onto the ground.

    Meryl then asked me, "I'm starving!  You have any food in that 
fridge?"

    "No," I answered.  "Since the fridge only runs when the engine is 
running, I can't keep food in here.  Wan'a dare the global 
environment and head back to the caf�?"

    "Sure," she answered.

    So we kissed one more time, got dressed, and headed out across 
the glazier, arm in arm.

    "By the way, Meryl," I asked her, "did I tell you I love you?"

    "Yes!" she answered.  "Did I tell you I love you?"

    "Yes!"

    Despite treading on slippery ice while kissing the whole way, we 
made it back to civilization on the other side of the parking lot 
without any broken bones.

    - END -

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