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Subject: Thirsty at the UofA [MF etc, ws, cd, adventure, love, oral, anal, crossdress]
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Thirsty at the UofA
by dresslover2
Today I'm going to have a fun time at the UofA, and hopefully a few
other people will too.
I had the idea early this morning. It was a crazy one but it sounded
fun. I mulled it over for an hour or two, figuring out all the
details, then headed out.
My first stop was a thrift store where I bought a beautiful pink knit
dress that comes to mid-calf on me, and some white shoes. Then I
stopped by K-Mart where I bought some white tights, pink panties, a
necklace, and a purse.
When I got home I put on my new things, did my hair and makeup, and
admired myself in the mirror. I could see the bulge of my penis in
the front of my dress, but oh well.
Next I got on the computer and made a two iron-ons that said:
Full bladder?
I'M THIRSTY!
Say "hi" and I'll tell you more.
The first two lines were in black 48-point type so they could be read
from afar. I had to take the dress off to iron the sign onto the
front and back, then I put it back on.
Putting my keys and wallet into my purse and leaving a note for my
wife, I locked the house and drove away. When I pulled into the
parking garage North of campus I was really, really excited. This
would be fun!
I love going out in public dressed beautifully. Almost all the guys
and many of the girls turn to look at you, at least out of the corner
of their eye. Today was no exception. I got many looks as I walked
toward the student union. Some seemed ashamed for looking, and others
seemed to enjoy my figure. But for those close enough to read my
signs, it was different. I saw looks of puzzlement, I saw looks of
surprise, I saw looks of shock, and I saw looks of curiosity. Some of
these turned to looks of shame as people obviously were uncomfortable
with their thoughts when they realized what the sign meant.
Now I'm walking across campus, enjoying the attention.
A handsome guy comes up to me and says "Hi! That's an interesting
message ..." pointing to my chest.
"Yes," I tell him, "I'm thirsty because I'm not allowed to drink
anything today until I've drunk all the urine from two people's full
bladders. Can you help me?"
"I'd love to, man, but I just went. Do you like that kind of thing,
or is this just an initiation or something?"
"I'm turned on by the idea and wanted to try it," I admit.
"Give me a call sometime," he says, taking outout a notebook. He
writes a name and phone number on it, and hands it to me. I put it in
my purse, shake his hand, and tell him I'd call him. I don't know
what he has in mind, but I think it could be fun. I wonder if I'll be
brave enough to actually call him.
I look around and see five or six people watching us, mostly women.
As the handsome guy turns away, they all suddenly seem to want to be
about their business. In a moment I am left alone.
I continue to walk toward the student union. In a moment I hear a
woman's voice behind me. "Hi! I have a full bladder." With the
emphasis on "I".
I turn around to see a beautiful woman, perhaps 18 years old, with
long blonde hair and a lovely smile. She is wearing a matching white
flowered top and skirt, and looks gorgeous.
"Maybe you can help me," I tell her, though I really doubt that she is
serious. "I'm not allowed to drink anything today until I've drunk
all the pee from two people's full bladders. Can you help me?"
"I'd love to," she says in a melodious voice. "I've never peed in a
guy's mouth but it sounds like a blast. I was just on my way to the
restroom, so I think I'd qualify." Thinking for a moment, she says
"why don't you come over to the sorority house?"
"Ok," I say, excited. "This will be my first time too." And I never
expected a girl would be willing to do it. I had figured I'd be
spending all my time in the men's room.
"I'm Katrina, by the way."
"Nice to meet you. I'm Joseph."
As I walk with her toward a nearby building she asks "What's it for,
anyway? I mean why can't you drink anything until two people pee in
your mouth?"
I'm not sure whether to tell the whole truth or not.
"It's an initiation thing," I say. "I have certain things I have to
do." I figured that I was initiating myself, so in a way this was
true.
"I understand. I'm glad to help you today. If any of the other
'things' you need to do are as interesting, I'd like to help you out
with them as well."
"Sounds great!" I tell her as we walk up the steps of the sorority
house.
Katrina and I step into a room with about ten cute young women in it.
Katrina calls out eagerly "Guess what, girls! I've got to pee, and
Joseph here is going to drink all my pee. Isn't that exciting!"
I hear giggles all around, and see several nods of approval. One girl
remarks that it "sounds like fun" and another tells Katrina to "be
sure to enjoy yourself."
"Let's go in here," Katrina tells me as she takes my hand and leads me
through a door on our right. Three of the girls from the main room
follow us and sit down on the sofa. I guess they want to watch.
Katrina points to the floor and commands me: "Lie down right there."
As soon as I lie down, Katrina moves her luscious body above me. As
she comes toward me I see the delicious swish of her skirt, and in a
moment I am looking up her skirt at her panties. They are violet. In
a moment Katrina has lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties to
my forehead. As her skirt falls back into place I gaze up at her
delicious labia and vagina. I can see everything! Her slit comes
closer and closer to me until she is almost touching my face. Her
dress lifts for a moment as she checks her position, then it falls
back down.
Here I am lying on my back with my mouth open, with a beautiful cunt
just one inch from my face, waiting for Katrina's pee. What
anticipation! My wife has never peed in my mouth, so this will be my
first time.
In a few moments I feel the first drops of urine hit my tongue, then
her delightful shower of warm piss speeds up until it is streaming
into my mouth at a good rate. Just as I take my first swallow,
Katrina lowers her body another inch so that my lips press up against
her pussy lips and her clitoris actually enters my mouth. My lips
tingle at her touch, and the taste of her pee is making me as horny as
can be.
My mouth is filling with pee as fast as I can swallow it. I swallow
again and again, savoring every gulp and wishing this could continue
forever. Her bladder must really have been bursting she has so much
of the golden liquid, but finally it begins to taper off.
Katrina's pee is just a trickle now. Now it has stopped, but she is
still pressing herself against my lips. Another squirt of pee to
swallow, and now another. She stops again. Is she done?
It occurs to me that since I'm lying on my back, my erect penis must
be making a huge bump in my dress. I wonder what it looks like to the
girls on the sofa.
"Lick me, Joseph. Suck me good!" Katrina commands, as she continues
to squat above my face. I look up at the inside of her pretty dress
and do as she commands. My tongue begins to swirl around her clit,
and soon Katrina is moaning with delight, just like my wife does when
I go down on her.
Suddenly I feel something gently touching my erect penis. I can't see
what it is, but it can't be Katrina because she is facing the other
way. Maybe it is one of the other girls. There is nothing I can do
right now to be able to see what is going on.
The intimate touch continues for a moment, then I feel hands pulling
my panties down. A moment later I feel a gentle breeze on my naked
legs. The hem of my dress must have been pulled back because my penis
is now exposed.
I hear the click of a camera, and realize that I heard the same sound
a minute before when I started sucking on Katrina's clit. I start to
wonder who is taking pictures when I feel another sensation.
Something warm is surrounding my penis!
What is the warm thing? Is it a hand? A mouth? A vagina? There is
no way to tell. Whatever it is, I feel it sliding slowly up and down
my shaft, then quicker. Oh that feels good! I picture one of the
girls who followed us giving me head, then I imagine it's a different
girl and she's lowering herself onto my erection. I have no way of
knowing. But somebody is there.
I focus on giving Katrina more pleasure. Soon she is almost screaming
in delight. Meanwhile I'm about to orgasm into the warm thing
surrounding my penis. Oh that feels good! "Just a few seconds more,"
I think. "Just a few seconds more!"
My penis is released moments before I go over the brink and into the
wave of pleasure. So close! "Touch it again," I think as I plunge my
tongue deep into Katrina's vagina. But the touch is gone. Someone
pulls my panties back up. Then nothing.
Katrina continues to enjoy my ministrations for another minute before
she lifts her body from mine. I see her glorious bottom raising up
into the sky. As she steps aside, the hem of her skirt slides across
my face and I can see out. There she is above me, looking down and
smiling with a look of extreme pleasure. "Thank you Joseph! That was
wonderful! Thank you!"
"Thank you Katrina. That was delicious." It was, too.
I quickly look around to see who was touching me, but the three girls
are sitting on the couch right where they were before, smiling and
watching us. Was it one of them who touched me, or was it someone
else? I'll never know.
Katrina thanks me again and gives me a quick hug and a kiss on the
cheek, then takes me by the arm as we walk to the front door. She
gives me a hug, then steps back.
"That was wonderful, Joseph. Can I help with another initiation
tasks?"
"Not today. Maybe later this week."
"Any time. Just ring the doorbell here and ask for me." Then with
those beautiful eyes she looks at me and says "I love you." I can see
she is sincere, and am amazed that she could feel that way after such
a short time. But it is a wonderful feeling.
Another full body hug, and a kiss, this time on the lips, and I want
to stay forever. But I have a task to perform, so I reluctantly head
down the steps as she waves goodbye and goes back through the door. I
remember the feeling of her soft breasts against my chest.
I'm walking on clound nine. I think about going home right now and
making love to my wife. No, I decided to have two people pee in my
mouth, and I like to see things through to the end. I begin walking
back toward the student union.
I'm feeling sick to my stomach from so much pee. In the Northwest
bathroom on the second floor I kneel in front of a toilet and take
care of my problem. I flush the toilet, then use the clean water from
the bowl to wash my mouth and throat out.
As I exit the stall I immediately notice a tall fellow waiting by the
sinks and looking my way. When I look his way, he diverts his eyes
for a moment, then looks back at me. Obviously he's been waiting
there for me.
"Hello," I say.
"Hi", he responds, then falls silent.
"Did you notice the sign on my dress?"
"Yeah, I did. Hi."
"Hi. I'm not allowed to drink anything today until I've drunk all the
urine from one more person's full bladder. Do you have a full
bladder?"
"Yes," he replies awkwardly.
"And will you please empty it into my mouth?"
He drops his eyes to the floor. There is a pause, then he whispers
"yes" so quietly I can hardly hear him.
"Great!" I exclaim, stepping over to him and holding out my hand.
"I'm Joseph Carden. What's your name?"
"I'm Matt Simons."
"Have you ever peed in someone's mouth before?"
"No."
"Have you ever wanted to."
"Yes. Actually I think about it a lot. Once I asked one of my
girlfriends to let me do it to her, but she said no."
"Well here's your chance," I say, "but let's go to another restroom
that smells better."
Grasping Matt's hand firmly, I stride out of the bathroom without
waiting for a response. He hesitates for a moment, but then allows me
to lead him across the student union to another restroom. How
embarrassing this must be for him to parade in front of hundreds of
people like this. He is obviously being led somewhere by a guy
wearing a dress that says "Full bladder? I'm thirsty!" I look back
and see his face is very red, but he says nothing.
As we walk into the new restroom, I lead Matt over to an open bench,
where I sit down and position him in front of me. None of the other
three people in the restroom have noticed us yet, but they will as
soon as they turn around.
In a moment I've pulled down Matt's zipper and am reaching in to
extract his erect penis from his underwear. This takes a few moments,
especially since I've never done it for someone else so I'm all turned
around. Meanwhile Matt glances nervously at the other people in the
restroom.
Out pops Matt's hardness right in front of me. I've never seen a
penis this close up before, but now is not the time to admire. I open
my mouth, put my arms around his legs, and pull him toward me so that
his penis slides into my mouth.
Matt's penis touches the back of my mouth first. I know I shouldn't
stimulate him any more than necessary, but I just have to find out
what it feels like to close my lips and raise my tongue so I can
really feel him in there. I do so. Matt's hard shaft is now
completely filling my mouth. I move my tongue around to feel his
smooth shaft and his glans. The pleasure of having this guilty
fantasy of mine fulfilled at last is almost more than I can bear. If
I touch myself now, I'll cum for sure.
I never realized how big a penis feels inside your mouth. No wonder
my wife comes up for breath sometimes when she swallows my meat. I
move my closed lips around and feel the tip of Matt's penis sliding
around the back of my mouth. At just the right place, I can slide him
even farther in -- into my throat -- but then I start to gag, so I
pull back. I also discover that I can push his penis from side to
side with my tongue.
I've been so totally focused on Matt's penis that I've forgotten all
about Matt and all the other guys in the room. As I become aware of
my surroundings again, I look up to see pleasure on Matt's face,
combined with some apprehension. Perhaps I can allay that.
Removing the penis from my mouth I look at the other guys in the room
and announce: "I'm thirsty and Matt here is going to let me have a
drink. You're welcome to stay and watch." Then I give a big smile
and tell them "In fact, please do. It will make it more enjoyable for
me."
Nobody leaves, and I notice that several of the guys watching us look
relieved. I guess they were worried about invading our privacy or
something. I understand the concept, but the way I figure it, when we
didn't go into one of the stalls it was practically an invitation to
be watched.
"Ok Matt, go ahead and pee in my mouth," I instruct. Then I again put
his erect penis in my mouth, this time closing my lips but not using
my tongue or moving around much. Obviously Matt doesn't know it's
impossible to pee while erect. I could have told him, but I think it
will be more interesting for him to find it out by himself. And so we
wait.
I watch Matt's eyes and see the concern beginning to grow there. I
can tell he is trying to pee because some of the muscles he is flexing
are causing his penis to bob up and down in my mouth. I know how much
he wants to do it. Now disappointment appears. He is concluding that
he is going to fail to perform. He looks like he's almost going to
cry. Finally he speaks.
"I'm sorry. I just can't do it. I don't know why not. I want to
pee, but I can't."
I smile and nod, then remove his penis from my mouth again. Now I can
explain.
"I do know why. You can't pee when you have an erection. Nobody
can. So we have to get rid of it. To do that, you need to orgasm.
Would you like to masturbate yourself, or would you like me to suck
you off?"
I see a mixture of relief and indecision. Matt considers his options.
"I'm not gay." he tenatively says, as if thinking out loud.
"I'm not gay either. I love women and everything about them. This is
the first time I've ever had a penis in my mouth. But you need to
ejaculate, and my mouth is handy. Why not use it?"
That seems to convince him but he is still shy. He glances at our
audience, pauses a moment, then says "Ok, let's do it. Hang on a
second."
As he says "let's do it," he starts moving. He undoes his button
grops his pants. Then he pulls his underwear down to his ankles.
Then he immediately moves his body foward and bumps my closed lips
with his penis, pushing my head back against the wall.
Open sesame. My mouth responds to the touch on my lips by opening and
his penis slides right in. Up until now I was controlling his motion,
pulling him toward me or pushing him away as I desired. Now he is
calling the shots. I quickly put my hands against his thighs so he
won't hit the back of my mouth too hard. I'm afraid that would hurt.
Now that Matt is fully inside me again, he pauses a moment. I remove
my hands from his thighs, grab his buttocks, and squeeze them. At
first I'm careful to only grab his butt, but moments later I am
massaging deeper and deeper until the tips of my fingers are sliding
up and down his crack. My wife likes it when I massage her butt this
way, and so, apparently, does Matt. He starts to moan with pleasure.
Now I start with my tongue in earnest. No doubt I'm not the
cocksucker my wife is, but she's had lots of practice and I haven't
had any. I try to remember some of the things she does for me so I
can give Matt the most pleasure possible.
Matt is fucking my mouth in earnest now, sliding in and out steadily,
and ever more rapidly. I had to put my hands back on his thighs for a
moment to show him how far he can go in safely, but now he is doing
fine. I feel the smooth skin of his penis sliding back and forth over
my lips and tongue. My lips are tingling from the stimulation. This
is better than kissing my wife's cunt, and almost as good as kissing
her lips. Maybe as good. It is certainly more intimate.
I think on my wife's warm and tender lips and tongue and compare the
sensation with Matt's member inside my mouth. I've always enjoyed
having my wife stick her tongue far into my mouth when we kiss, but it
is nothing compared to this! Yes, this is every bit as good as
kissing my wife. No wonder some guys decide they are gay.
While I'm still basking in the new sensations sweeping over me, Matt
suddenly goes rigid and stops moving, and I feel a something at the
back of my throat. An instant later I taste the taste of warm semen
and feel a need to swallow.
Gulp! Down goes Matt's semen. I know he is very tender now, so I
just suck a little and lick around his penis to get all the semen
off. I want to keep doing this. But even more, I want to savor the
nectar from his bladder. So I stop.
Matt doesn't want to move, but I push him far enough away to get his
penis out of my mouth. Then I explain the crucial trick:
"Ok Matt, now you need to think of something else. Think about your
courses or homework, or your job, or whatever, but don't think about
the right now. Be as if you've just come into the restroom and are
standing in front of a urinal, waiting. You're not thinking about
peeing - you're thinking about something else. The better you can
distract your mind, the sooner you can relieve your full bladder."
Matt nods, then looks at the wall. A dreamy look comes over his face
and I can see that he has succeeded in getting his mind off the
present.
I've moved forward so Matt's penis is inside my open mouth but I'm not
touching him at all. I can't see his penis, so I just have to wait.
Presently I feel a light touch, then the weight of his penis begins to
rest on my tongue and lower lip. He is getting flabby. I resist the
urge to explore his limp penis with my tongue and lips. I wonder how
I can have that experience. Maybe I could arrange for some guy to
sleep naked in my bed. When he gets completely limp I could quickly
slurp his penis into my mouth and explore it before it gets hard.
Oops! I was lost in thought and missed experiencing the moments of
anticipation before the pee began. Just now I realized that my mouth
was full of pee and I was swallowing. As I gulp down Matt's pee I
note several differences in sensation. Katrina's urethral orifice was
much further from the back of my throat than the tip of Matt's penis
is. With Katrina I could feel the stream of pee, but with Matt I can
feel it much better. In addition, my mouth was emptier when Katrina
was peeing in it.
I bend my tongue back and put the tip of it in Matt's stream. It
tickles. That's interesting. I can't hold my tongue there for long,
so I let it drop down. Matt's urine continues to drain into my mouth.
I'm not gulping as much now, but the stream is hitting the back of my
mouth harder. That means Matt is getting more erect. His erection is
causing less flow but more velocity. I hope he can get his bladder
emptied before he gets too erect.
Good. He's distracted himself again, so he isn't getting any bigger.
Almost done. One last squirt, and Matt's bladder is empty.
"I did it!" he says in wonder. "I actually did it!" I nod in
response, not taking him out of my mouth. Instead I squeeze his butt
and start vigorously sucking him off. I get a little of the sensation
of sucking a flabby penis, but alas, it only lasts a second or two.
An idea comes to my mind. Should I ask Matt, or just do it? I decide
to just do it. I slide my fingers on Matt's butt closer and closer to
his anus, then feel with the tip of my fingers until I'm sure I've
found the right place. I leave my finger there while I pleasuring his
penis. Soon he forgets the finger pressing on his asshole and relaxes
a little. I slide my finger in.
I've done this to myself hundreds of times and love the sensation.
Does it feel just as good to Matt? He isn't pulling my finger out
like my wife usually does, so maybe it feels good to him. Or maybe
he's just too busy enjoying my mouth. It's hard to keep my finger in
his anus, he's moving around so much now. Whenever my finger goes
deep I try to wiggle it a little, but the finger is getting tired.
Should I switch to another finger?
Never mind. Matt is now orgasming again. This time there is much
less semen, but it is still good to swallow. We both hold still.
After a while he removes his penis from my mouth, but my finger is
still in his asshole.
"Thank you Joseph," he says. "I've had a wonderful time. I haven't
asked my new girlfriend if I can pee in her mouth, but I will. If she
won't, is there some way I could contact you so maybe we could do this
again?
"Sure. I'd be happy to repeat this with you any time." I reach into
my purse with my free hand and pull out a slip of paper. "Here's my
phone number."
"Thanks" says Matt, then one of the other guys says "can I have your
phone number too?" and another pipes in "me too." What the heck. I
hand out five more slips of paper. Looks like I may be busy if all
those guys call me. I'm sure I'll help them all, but I think back to
Katrina. Playing with Matt was fun, but it just wasn't the same as
doing it with a girl. I wonder how much I can convince her to do?
And should I drop the facade of it being an initiation?
My right forefinger has been in Matt's asshole for a long time. I
pull it out and lick it clean like I usually do with mine. Matt's
shit tastes about the same as my own. Matt pulls up his underwear and
pulls on his pants.
Everyone is leaving now, except Matt who stays behind for a moment.
He squeezes my arm, looks into my eyes and says "Thank you Joseph.
You don't know how helpful this was for me. Thank you."
I tell him he's welcome and remind him to call me, then Matt and I
part ways.
Hurrah! It's time to get home and get my penis into my beautiful
wife. All this sex play has been very enjoyable, but I'm eager to
finally have a release myself. I hurry toward the car.
"Hold it right there!" calls a commanding voice from behind. "You in
the dress. Stop!"
I turn around to see two campus policemen hurrying toward me. The
short one steps up to me and orders "Tell us what you've been doing on
campus today."
"Just wandering around talking to people and doing things with them,"
I answer.
"What kind of things?"
"That's my own affair. I wasn't breaking any laws."
"Look here, mister. We talked to the sorority girls and some of the
guys in that restroom, so we know more than you think. We can get you
on a charge of indecent exposure in the sorority house. Would you
care to explain that?"
"I was invited into the sorority house, and someone else exposed my
genitals."
"Who exposed your genitals?"
"I don't know who exposed my genitals."
"Why not?"
"My head was under a girl's dress."
"What were you doing with your head under a girl's dress?"
I couldn't see any point in holding back the truth. "I was drinking
her pee, then I was doing cunilingus on her."
"Just like you were drinking the pee of the guy in the restroom and
performing fellatio on him? There's no law against drinking pee or
oral sex, but when you do it in a public place, that's illegal."
"I see."
"We have two witnesses who saw what happened in the restroom."
"I see."
"Can I see some ID please?"
This sounds serious. I reach into my purse and pull out my driver's
license.
"Joseph Carden, you are under arrest for indecent explosure and public
performance of sexual acts."
As the short policeman reads me my rights, I get a sinking feeling in
my heart. This was supposed to be an innocent escapade with
consenting adults. Now I'm looking at what? Jail time? I've never
been accused of a crime before. This doesn't feel very good.
Especially since I actually committed the crimes.
The officers didn't handcuff me or anything, but they walked on either
side of me to their headquarters. As we walked into their office, I
could see it was deserted. It also didn't look much like a police
headquarters.
The tall officer spoke up. "Mr. Carden, you could go to jail for your
crimes today, but that is only if we press charges. That doesn't have
to happen if you'll cooperate with us. Will you?" He looked at me
hard, as if his question was full of meaning, but it went over my
head.
I figured that if there was a way to avoid jail time I'd like to take
it. "Yes," I said, "I'll cooperate."
"What if we asked you to do something for us?"
"I guess so. What?"
"The same thing you did for the guy in the restroom."
Huh? He wants to pee in my mouth? Well of all the crazy things. I
guess three bladders full of urine is even better than two, and why
not? Yes, why not, if it will keep me from getting into trouble with
the law.
I thought it over for a moment and agreed. "Ok. When and where?"
"Right here and now. Actually I don't think I'll pee in your mouth --
I just want you to suck me off." I longed for my waiting wife,
desiring to plunge my penis into her as soon as possible. Delays,
delays!
"One more thing," the tall officer said, "I want to suck you off at
the same time."
No. I don't think so. I vowed to be faithful to my wife, and I have
kept that vow. I almost broke it in the sorority house by ejaculating
into the warm wet hand/mouth/vagina I couldn't see. I would have
broken it too, if the person hadn't stopped when they did. Pleasuring
other people is perfectly acceptable for both of us, but our own
pleasure must be reserved. So far I have saved my own semen for my
wife alone, and she has only had her vagina around one penis.
Now this officer wants to suck me off. Should I let him?
There is dead silence as they wait for my response. What will my wife
say when I tell her I've fucked a guy's mouth to avoid jail time?
Will she be sad because I was unfaithful, or will be glad because I
stayed out of jail and can spend more time with her? I wish I knew.
I finally decide she'd approve.
"Ok. You can do that too."
"Good. I see you're a crossdresser" says the tall officer. I keep a
dress around for when I play with guys like you. Want me to put it
on?"
This seems like incredible good fortune. I nod yes, but can't say
anything. The tall officer goes through one door and the short one
leads me through another door into a small room with a mattress on the
floor. I notice some hooks mounted to the floor beside the mattress,
and a few things in the corner of the room.
We stand there for a minute as I contemplate what I'm about to do.
What will it feel like to orgasm without my wife in my arms? I've
masturbated plenty of times, but always with her right there watching
or even helping me. Now she won't be here. Should I call and invite
her? There probably isn't time. These guys seem to want my body
right now.
The door opens and the tall officer steps in. His dress is long and
frilly, and has a lot of lace around the edges. Very fancy, and very
feminine. It's a real contrast to the simple knit dress and pearls
I'm wearing. I also notice he isn't wearing shoes, tights, or any
jewelry. He probably isn't wearing any panties either. No, of course
he is, otherwise the bulge in the front of his dress would be much
bigger.
The tall officer lies down on the mattress, then beckons to me.
"You're going to lie on top of me with your mouth on my penis and your
penis in my mouth. Then we suck each other dry."
I get down on my hands and knees, then awkwardly position myself over
his body. My dress and panties are between me and his mouth, and vice
versa. I figure there is no point in lowering myself down until our
panties and skirts are out of the way, but he pulls me down against
him so that the bulge in his dress is pressing against my face. He
holds me there for a few seconds, then pushes me up again.
The short officer lifts up one of my knees at a time to slide my dress
forward, then he pulls my panties down. Meanwhile I pull up the tall
officer's skirt and tug on his panties. He wiggles his hips until I
can get his panties off.
His naked penis is now before my face. I didn't examine Matt's penis
up close, so I take the time now to examine the one before my face.
The pattern of blood vessels visible in the skin is very interesting.
I never noticed those before on my penis.
While I'm examining the guy's penis, he pulls me down again and I feel
my penis enter his mouth. I have done this with my wife before, so
the sensation is familar and welcome. The tall officer begins to work
on my penis while I lower my mouth onto his erect shaft. He is
obviously very skilled at fellatio. He is just as skilled as my wife,
but is technique is more varied. Or maybe it is just more unexpected
since I'm used to my wife.
I know my fellatio is no match for his but hope I can do well enough.
I focus on pleasuring him with my mouth while the pleasure he's giving
me courses through my body.
Doing it with a guy doesn't turn me on very much, but as soon as I
think of Katrina and her precious parts lowering down to my face, I
suddenly feel joy and attraction. I imagine the guy under me is
actually Katrina but with a penis, remembering her soft breasts and
luscious shape. Then I imagine it is my wife, who is even more sexy
than Katrina.
My penis is pumping in and out of his mouth quickly now, and I'm ready
to cum. I completely forget to suck as my orgasm builds, then bursts
out. Ecstasy fills my body and I go rigid. This guy knows just when
to stop and when to start again to keep the ecstasy going! Wow! Even
my wife can't do this. Maybe it comes from his being a guy and
understanding the feelings.
Pleasure washes over my body and I go limp. My head rolls to the side
with his penis still in it, causing a bulge in my cheek. I know I
still have a job to do but I can't help resting for a moment.
The orgasm has mostly passed and I'm ready to go again. Up and down I
go on his penis. Up and down. Meanwhile I am ignoring mine and it is
getting a little soft.
Then I feel a new feeling. His hands feel like they are all over my
buttocks and legs now. I don't know how he can touch me in so many
places at once. The hands on my buttocks are rubbing my anus and
suddenly it is very slippery there. What caused that, I wonder?
I feel one of his hands go down my left leg, the other go down my
right leg, while one is rubbing my back, and the other massaging my
slippery anus. Four hands? Suddenly alert, I realize that both
officers are touching my body. The other officer must be reaching up
under my skirt to rub my asshole and my back. "That's nice of him," I
think. I can't talk because I'm still sucking on the guy below me.
My skirt is being lifted off of my calves and slid over my butt. My
butt and legs are cooler now that they are exposed, and I guess my
asshole is visible to the guy standing up.
My legs are pushed a little further apart by something, then I feel a
finger pressing against my anus. It slides in and touches my
prostate. Oh, that feels good! Then the finger pulls out. Something
is pressing again. When it slides in, it is bigger. I realize it is
two fingers. Now they are pulled out. It's amazing how easily the
guy's fingers go in and out of me with my asshole so slippery.
I pause my sucking to turn my head and look behind me. I just want to
see who is putting their fingers in my hole. But what I see shocks
me:
The short officer has removed his pants and is kneeling directly
behind me with his penis inches from my asshole! Hold everything! I
didn't agree to be ass-fucked, and there's no way I'm going to let
them do it, even if it does mean a jail sentence!
I feel a push and my head is thrust down onto the penis before me so
that I can't see behind me. I try to say "no," but the penis in my
mouth keeps me from speaking clearly. "No," I say again, but to no
avail.
I can't lift my head, so I decide to roll off sideways and put my legs
together. But I can't move my arms and legs. What are those white
things attached to my arms and legs? They are ropes. The short guy
must have been tying me up while I was lost in pleasure. I can't get
up.
I struggle to get away or at least get the penis out of my mouth. I'm
trying to make it clear that it will be rape if the guy butt-fucks me,
but my message is ignored.
I feel an ever-increasing pressure on my anus. Suddenly the pressure
reduces and I feel a sliding feeling. He's going in.
The sensation was halfway between taking a dump and putting a
screwdriver handle into your asshole. Shit is quite soft. A
screwdrver handle it is very hard. This guy's penis is somewhere in
between. It also has more flexibility than the screwdriver handle.
More padding around the hard part, I guess. It's actually pretty
comfortable.
When his penis is deep within me I feel like I need a bowel movement.
As he pumps in and out of me the feeling changes in intensity but it
is always there.
The sliding becomes easier with time. I think my anus is relaxing.
Ok, I'm being raped in the butt. I should be angry with them for
doing it, but in my heart of hearts I'm actually grateful. Here are
three new sensations: Being tied, being raped, and being butt-
fucked. I've been curious about each, and now I know what they feel
like. As I think of this, all of my anger dissipates and I just feel
glad.
I'm also feeling a lot of fear. Will they release me when this is
over or will they leave me tied up for their friends to enjoy? I'm
powerless to stop them. I'm also afraid I'll get a sexually-
transmitted disease. The guy in my butt isn't using a condom.
My philosophy is that when anything comes along, good or bad, you may
as well enjoy it. And I have to admit that a whole penis in the butt
is definitely better than a finger or two. In fact, it's a very nice
feeling indeed.
I start to wonder what it feels like to him. I've asked my wife a
hundred times to let me fill her ass with my penis, but every time I
ask she says "no." Would these guys let me try anal sex in their
butts? Or maybe one of the guys who got my phone number today. Or
maybe (just maybe!) Katrina would let me into her anus. Wow! What a
thought. But wait, it must be in my wife otherwise I'll be being
unfaithful. Oh what to do? What to do? Could I arrange it to be
forced upon me like it was today? Maybe. But that would be
dishonest. No, my only chance is to get permission from my wife.
As I forget myself and begin to just enjoy the sensations, I relax. I
remember the penis in my mouth and start to stimulate it again. The
guy is still hard, and I guess having his partner in my butt is a big
turn-on for him. In just a few seconds he shudders and spurts his
sperm into my mouth. Gulp.
The guy behind me keeps pumping my butt for a long time. I enjoy the
feeling of him sliding in and out, in and out, stimulating my anus and
prostate and even my buttocks as he bumps against them. I guess this
is as close as I'll ever come to feeling what my wife feels when I
fill her love hole with my manhood.
Suddenly the guy behind me climaxes. The thought of his sperm filling
my ass is the last straw to push me over the edge, and I climax too.
The guy below me swallows, licks me clean, and swallows again. Now
I've done it twice in a guy's mouth.
The guy behind me is pulling out. When he finally pops out my anus
feels so empty that I almost want him back inside. But he has other
plans. The guy under me wiggles out, leaving me face-down on the
mattress. I find myself face to face with a shit-covered penis.
There's obviously no use in resisting, so I open my mouth and take it
in. In a minute the short guy's penis is cleaned off and the tall
guy's penis is exercising in my butt.
The short guy starts massaging my body all over as the tall guy is
massaging the inside of my rectum. It feels so good I don't want them
to ever stop. I even get a foot massage! When the tall guy finally
cums I expect he'll want me to clean him off with my mouth, but he
doesn't.
For the first time in half an hour someone speaks.
"Well, that was very nice," says the short officer. "Yes it was"
agrees the other, and turning to me says "Thank you. That was fun."
He is untying my ropes.
A moment later I am free. I still haven't said anything. What is
there to say? Thanks for raping me? Shame on you? When shall we
three meet again? Nothing seems right.
The short guy breaks the silence: "You're free to go Mr. Carden. We
have evidence from all three of your escapades today, so there is no
point in your turning us in. Besides you agreed to everything we
did." He fixes me with a steady eye, daring me to disagree with him.
I don't argue. It would be pointless.
As I walk back to the car I think of returning to my wife. I've
already climaxed twice, so what will I have left for her? The thought
makes me sad. But at least I can give her pleasure pleasure with my
tongue and hands. I'm looking forward to talking over the day's
adventures with her.
I wonder if I will hear from those two officers again. They have my
name and address, and there's nothing stopping them from demanding
more favors from me. Will they tie me up again? What will they do
then? A gang bang? Whips? Torture? Or maybe something else nice?
A pretty woman waves at me and says "Hi." I absentmindedly say "Hi"
back and continue on, but she obviously wants to talk.
"I said 'hi' just like your dress says. So tell me more."
"Ok, walk with me to my car and I'll explain."
As walked I tell her briefly about my plans to drink two people's pee
today and how they worked out. She is a good listener and I was in
the mood to talk, so I went into great detail about about my fun in
the sorority house and in the restroom. I even told her about my
experience with the officers, though I downplayed the facts that they
had blackmailed and raped me. By the time I got to the end of the
story we had been chatting beside my car for five minutes.
"It sounds like you had a lot of fun today," she said. "I really need
to pee and was hoping I could do it in your mouth, but it sounds like
you've had enough for one day."
"Yes, I guess so."
"I'm also interested in trying anal sex. My boyfriend won't do it to
me and I'm curious how it feels. Maybe you and I should try it out.
I'd also like to have you pee in my mouth."
"Both of those sound like good ideas. I'm Joseph Carden."
"Karen Goldstrile. Can I have one of those slips of paper so I can
call you?" I gave her one.
"what are you doing Thursday morning?" she asked me.
"Nothing in particular."
"Ok, then let's get together then and play then, say at 9:00? Here,
let me write down my address."
Putting Karen's address and phone number in my purse, I said goodbye
and got in my car. I watched Karen walk away toward the restroom to
pee. I wondered whether I should have offered to drink her pee right
then. No matter, we can plan something when I see her on Thursday.
"Honey, I'm home" I call out as I walk in our front door.
My loving wife comes up to me, puts her arms around me, and gives me a
kiss. I was wrong before. My wife's kisses are far better than a
penis in the mouth. In fact, they are better than anything except her
love box around my shaft. I feel so blessed to have her! I'm going
to invite her along on my date with Karen.
The End.