Melissa - 2
by
Jetstream
Living with Melissa
After Melissa had moved
in, we had to see how we were going to get along. I’d made it quite clear that
there would be a trial period, even though she’d let me ejaculate over her
clitoris.
She’d moved in quite late
in the day, and had gone to bed tired after her unpacking, and I didn’t really
have time to think about anything until the first morning.
Like most mornings, I
awoke with a raging erection, and it was usually a measure of how busy I was
whether I quelled it with a piss or a wank. This was a Saturday, and there was
plenty of time to fire up the computer, the monitor by my bed, and spend an
hour or two perusing my vast collection of delicious porn before splattering my
chest and belly with hot, creamy spunk. I had a magnificently varied collection
– MILF like tarts taking rich ejaculations across their face from a multitude
of huge penises, real young teenagers in tiny panties shyly exposing their
surprisingly meaty but untouched vulvas and bringing themselves to orgasms so
real you could see their vaginas twitching and the milky fluids bubbling, hairy
young Hungarian girls pissing through enormous purple flaps, and devastatingly
pretty transsexuals masturbating until their sperm squirted over their own stiff-nippled
breasts.
And yet, something
stayed my hand. It wasn’t just the fear of what might happen if Melissa walked
in on me tossing off over a teenager of questionable legality pissing in a
potty. I still had the image of my new flatmates delicious cunt, and the way
she welcomed my spunk as it squirted over her cunt lips. But I didn’t want to
do it again as such. That way lay a relationship, and that wasn’t what I wanted
at all.
I could hear the shower
going, and that was what made me leave my bed. Bollock-naked, and with my glans
oozing wet trails against my navel, I crossed the flat to the doorless doorway
of our communal bathroom.
‘Morning’ I said, as I
made straight for the toilet.
‘Morning,’ she called.
There was a shower curtain, to stop the water flying everywhere rather than to
allow modesty, but it had the same effect.
I pressed my cock down
below the horizontal, almost painfully, and tried to piss. No joy.
I heard her flip back
the curtain. ‘Morning wood, huh?’ I heard her say. I turned to look, knowing it
would make things worse. I hadn’t seen her breasts before, but they were
beautiful. Small, tip-tilted little puffy-nippled things entirely in keeping
with her slender frame, covered in foam and froth. Her legs hid her pussy,
which was just as well.
‘Do you always have one
of those?’ she said, gesturing at my solid cock.
‘Most mornings,’ I said.
‘Well, why don’t you
just jerk it off?’ she said, switching off the water, and climbing out so that
she brushed wetly against my naked knob.
‘It wouldn’t take me
long,’ I said, and gave it a few quick strokes.
‘Go ahead,’ she said.
‘I’ve never seen a guy jerk off before,’ she said.
Aroused by the
suggestion, I did exactly as she suggested, and started masturbating for her,
as she stepped out of the shower, and started towelling herself down.
‘Wow, that’s cool,’ she
said. ‘I didn’t realise how fast you went. Whenever I’ve jerked a guy off, he’s
always saying “slow down, slow down, do it slowly”. Can I take a closer look?’
She sank into a squat on
the bathroom floor, and put her pretty face close to my cock as I jerked it
back and forth.
‘Wow, you’ve given me
morning wood, too,’ she said, and as I looked down between her open thighs, she
was propping her big erect clit up on her fingers, the heavy draped lips
hanging down below.
‘God, you don’t look
like you’re going to last long,’ she said. ‘That bad boy’s gonna blow!’
I considered, for a
split second, pointing my cock at her face and unleashing a huge stream of come
all over it, just like the guys did in my movies. But then I considered what
bad manners that would be, and the fact that she’d just taken a shower. I was
well brought up and I couldn’t do that to a lady. Not without being asked to.
What came next surprised me though.
‘Well, listen, I’d love
to stick around and see you come, but I have a lunch date today, and I’m in a
hurry. I badly need a piss, and I didn’t think it polite to do it in your
shower, so could you just move out of the way, so I can go?’
She must have known what
she was doing. She didn’t even flinch when I sank down on the floor between her
knees as she settled on the toilet. Her big, meaty cunt lips were hanging open
all pink and freshly washed, with only the faintest hint of girlscent on them.
My eyes must have had a faraway misted over look as I rested my face against
her warm thigh and ogled her cunt parts directly, slowing my jerking to hang on
to the excruciating pleasure of the moment.
‘God, you are a
pervert, aren’t you?’ she said, with delight, as I stuck out my tongue
invitingly, and the piss started to bubble up from between her thick slabs of
meat.
‘You’re doing it, aren’t
you? I can see it coming!’ she said, even as she started to piss. Despite my
best efforts to hold back, the semen was frothing at the slit of my cock head,
but my tongue was sticking out desperately. The come dribbled down my shaft
just as the piss was trickling down the inner skins of her vagina. Then she
took the hint, and slipped her hips forward on the toilet seat, and my mouth
was suddenly filled with cunt and piss, a hard jet of hot, golden, morning
urine, pouring into my throat. The ecstasy made my spunk pump high into the
air, causing a squeal of delight from Melissa, and making a sudden extra spurt
in my mouth.
‘Ooh, drink my piss, you
fucking, spunking pervert!’ she groaned, and I felt her pull the back of my
head into her groin, found my tongue right up inside her hot, clenching vagina,
as I realised that she was coming too, even as my sperm was splattering my
stomach, and mingling with Melissa’s piss.