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Perhaps now that I have this venue, I shall write some more.  In the
meantime, I will post some stories I wrote a few years ago.  This is
the second such post.

Gloria
©Greymead

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 long and half 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.

    

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