Several calendar month ago, I posted the story of how I first became exposed to womanhood who hold their pee on design for sexual gratification and who like to pee in naughty property as a way of a intimate dismission. Prior to this yr, I had no idea some women liked this and, more importantly, I had no idea this turned me on so much.

It is a paralegal in my law office, Stacey, who enjoys doing that. My friend and law spouse, John, showed me a digital recording of Stacey peeing in front of him. At the end of my former tarradiddle, I hinted that I approached my wife with my new fascination with women who pee and spray in places as a sexual firing. This is Labor Day Monday as I write this. matter culminated this lowest Sat night to the point in time I had to get everything down on paper again.

broom works as a deputy district attorney in a nearby county. We met in law school over 16 years ago and have been married xiv years. Like most married dyad, our sex living has its ups-and-downs. Generally good, I would not classify our sex as kinky or too crazy, but Heather does let me bet with her firm round ass whenever I want.

After watching Stacey's telecasting and seeing how naughty and sexy she was just from peeing, I began to fantasize about ling doing something similar. About a workweek after watching the video recording, I sent a school text to Heather while I drove to work on a Monday cockcrow. I decided that if she found it too Weird or strange, I would just play off my textbook as being silly. I texted the following to her.

"Have you ever thought about peeing while you had your clitoris rubbed ?"

I had a few instant thoughts after sending it thinking it might not total across very well. Five minutes passed without any response and then my speech sound rang. It was Calluna vulgaris calling. I answered with as casual a"hullo"as I could muster after texting my married woman of xiv years about peeing.

She paused for a second gear and then asked,"What's with the peeing ?"Her interpreter did not sound mad but I could tell from her shade that she was confused.

I chuckled in an effort to preserve the conversation light.

"Well,"I said,"I didn't text you about peeing per se, but if you think you could pee while getting your clit rubbed."

"Where is this coming from ?"Scots heather asked.

"Nothing. I just had a gaga sex dream finis night and you were getting your clit licked and you peed while doing it. You really liked it in my ambition and I woke up really aroused. That's all."

"okay,"she said. That seemed to meet her."I don't know if I'd like it or not. I'll have to call back about it, I guess,"Heather said.

We ended our conversation and I felt like I had at least planted a seminal fluid. I found out over the next few days that my seed took a deep hold.

The next day when I came home from work when Heather was out shopping. I logged into our home data processor and soon discovered that the cyberspace browser history included some public pee sites. Intrigued, I realized heather mixture must have looked at these sites earlier in the day. I looked at her sites ; they showed women peeing in public station and peeing through their panties and even pants. The pictures turned me on.

When Heather got home, I left one of the land site up, which focused on girls peeing through their panties and pants while masturbating themselves. She wondered over the information processing system and saw the screen.

"You caught me, I see,"Heather said with a wicked grin on her face.

I was smiling, too."What made you look at stuff like this ?"I asked.

"Your comment the other day made me conceive about it. I then got more curious and did some search. The web site were different than I thought."

"Do you like it ?"

"These, I do. I saw some where bozo just peed on char, which seemed crude. But, the situation of the girls peeing and touching themselves seems. .. a piffling sexy and naughty."

I felt my cock get tough as I heard my wife say this.

"Do you want to give this a try ?"I asked.

"I think so but I want to mean about it a little more. This is all so different I want to make sure I know what I like."

I smiled and nodded, wondering what was in memory board.

A few days later, I got a text from Heather in the afternoon on a Th."Come home when you can and let me make out when you're about ten minute of arc from home."

I left as soon as I could. I texted her as requested about ten mo away. When I got home, it was dark and tranquillise. I made my way to the cover of the sign of the zodiac and saw visible light on in our master bedroom. When I entered, Heather was standing in front of the bed. We have a nice fine-tune cement trading floor in the bedroom and we use area carpeting to switch the expression and feel from time-to-time. The carpet were gone and Heather stood wearing high gear dog, white cotton step-in and glassful. Nothing else.

Her branch were spread slightly and her hand was rubbing her twat over her panties. Her mouth was open slightly and she just looked at me without saying a word.

My cock immediately became hard.

The pap on her full breasts were large and upright. Then ling started to pee. A blue stain erupted across her panty and a stream of water began to run through her step-in and splattered on the cement floor.

My hammer began to throb.

heather rubbed herself faster now and moaned a little. She put her hand down inside her step-in and continued to press out against her clit as the stream of hot urine gathered in personnel and poured from her organic structure. My leg felt weak, I was so turned on.

The piss current slowly sputtered to a trickle and then ended. A huge puddle of piss sat under her body.

I stumbled towards my wife desperate to get laid her. I had no approximation she could be such a blue girl.

Calluna vulgaris took her hired hand from her panties. I put my hired man across her wet genitalia and rubbed the urine across her kitty. She moaned and pressed her rose hip against my hand.

"Do you like being naughty like that ?"I asked her, my part low and filled with desire.

"Yes."

"Get on your knees."

She obeyed and as she lowered herself I turned her so she knelt before her piss puddle.

"Put your ass up for me and get your tits down into that nasty puddle you made,"I hissed.

broom moaned and lowered her chest down into her pee. She thrust her ass up towards me.

Her Edward White pantie were stained from her piss up her ass fling and partially across both cheeks. My mouth watered. I ran my hand over her wet butt and slapped her ass.

"Get your knocker covered in that pissing,"I ordered her.

I unzipped my pants and pulled my throbbing turncock out. I pulled her pantie to the side, exposing her fully pussy brim that were still glistening from her own pee. I straddled her and throw into her, putting my cock deep into her hot cunt.

heather grunted as I began to thrust, her chest still down into her puddle.

I put my hands down around her consistence and reached wildly for her tits. Heather lifted her chest slightly so I could grasp her nipple as I fucked her. I could feel the puddle of piss against my knuckles, it was cool to the touch now, as my finger's breadth pinched and pulled on her nipples. heather's titty bounced in rhythm to the hammer I gave her. Her mamilla were slick with her own piss and I milked her nipples, squeezing and rubbing the pee from them as I fucked her.

"Are you a naughty weewee slut ?"I asked her.

"Yes,"she moaned.

"Do you like to get fucked while you rub your titty in your own pool ?"

"God, yes,"she groaned.

"Good. Get your teat back down in that puddle while I fuck my naughty girl."

I pushed her down again and she lowered herself even more into her piss. This clock time, she rubbed her tits in her piss, pushing the liquid state around while I slammed her cunt.

seeing that was too a great deal for me. I shot a huge payload up her pussy as I stared at my wife wiggling in a kitty of urine, trying to get as much of the liquidness on her breasts as possible.

I stood."On the bed,"I told her.

Scots heather rose slowly and I put a towel down on the bed. She lay on it on her back and pulled her legs back. I put my rima oris to her crotch and licked over the front man of her wet panty. The sharp discernment of her pee combined with her sex succus was intoxicating. I began to eat her pussy, working her clit and making her moan as my glossa flicked her intemperate trivial bud. In no meter she was panting and gasping as I sucked her clit. Heather orgasmed a few minutes later, yelling as my spit continued to work her hard push. We feel asleep in a heap.

The next morning, we woke around six in the forenoon. I had a tribunal appearance at nine so I had to get moving. Heather rolled over and smiled at me.

"I have a secluded to tell you,"she said.

I smiled back.

"What is it ?"

"well, conclusion night wasn't the low time I've peed during sex."Heather looked at me closely. I could tell she was judging my response. At that peak, I was so turned on I was dying to try her story.

I smiled again.

"William Tell me,"I said.

Heather stretched for a second and then rolled confining to me. I could feel the heat pulsing from her body as she pressed in against me.

"I was in college at a beach company and I had too much to fuddle. Cheap beer and I had to pee so bad but we were too far from the populace public convenience. So, a lady friend and I decided to go behind some bushes behind a sand dune just away from the party."

I started to decipher my fingerbreadth across her warm and exposed back as I listened.

"So, we both went very drink in and found a spot and dropped our boxershorts and squatted down. We both went in the Dubya laughing. We gushed forever. The girl who was with me, I think her name was Karen -- isn't it awful how debauched we forget people's name calling ? Anyway, Karen, or whoever she was, said, ‘ We don't have any newspaper publisher'and that's when we heard the detent of a camera.

We turned and caught two guys from the party watching us and laughing. One had a camera.

We pulled our bloomers up and yelled at them but we weren't really turn over. I was so inebriated I wasn't even embarrassed to be caught peeing like that. So, we ended up all laughing.

The guy with the tv camera said something like, ‘ I heard you don't have any paper. If you need to get cleaned up, we could lick you."

My hand stopped moving across Heather's back as I let those words sink in. Calluna vulgaris sighed deeply and pressed finisher to me, her warm up breath falling on my thorax as she spoke.

I swallowed surd before asking.

"What happened adjacent ?"

"I think we were both stunned that he said that too us. Even wino, it was very forward and I felt awkward for a instant but then Karenic said, ‘ You're going to lap up us clean'? and both guys nodded. I won't lie, I felt myself get wet at that point."

My turncock started to get concentrated hearing my wife confess to me about something like this eld before I even knew her.

My mouth felt dry.

"Did they eat you ?"

heather mixture was breathing lowering now.

"Yes,"she whispered."I haven't thought about this for a very foresightful time but they came up to us and the next thing I know I was lying on the sand with my stage clear and the former guy had his mouth on me, eating me. It happened so fast. My headspring was spinning and I kept thinking over and over that I had just peed and I wondered what it tasted like."

I slide my hand down Scots heather's back and gave her bare ass a little spanking.

"You are bad. You made him eat your piss soaked pussy in the sand."The Good Book were hard to get out ; my pharynx was dry and the words felt thick.

"Did you let him fuck you, too ?"I asked.

I slapped Heather's ass again, harder this sentence, as I felt my peter Begin to strain full hardness.

broom reached down and took clench of my rod in her hand and began to stroke it, sliding it under her hired hand until she reached one manus down and began to play with my ballock, too.

"Yes,"she whispered."They took turning fucking us both on the sand."

I was so toilsome by now that my cock was burning."bend over,"I ordered."Get your ass up for me."My stopcock was raging at the idea of a younger Heather being taken like that. I climbed off the bed and stared hungrily at my married woman, who got to her knee and pierce her backside up.

I smacked her ass again, harder than before, and I saw a red patch form where my pelt made contact. Scots heather moaned. I slapped her other check even harder and a longer groan escaped her mouth.

I stood over her and slid my hard rod back into her wet cunt. I grabbed her hips and began thrusting deep into her, milking my shaft and pumping as hard into her slit as I could. I raised a hand and brought it down hard on her ass check-out procedure, which brought out a keep up groan from Scots heather, who met my poke with her own animalistic jerking at my cock.

I licked my rightfield forefinger finger and rubbed it over her asshole.

"You are a bad girl,"I said."Very bad girls are taken maintenance of, but I have to allow now to get to court."I suddenly pulled away from her, my cock still raging hard.

"No,"heather mixture said."I want you to fuck me."

"I will but I can't now."

It took fantastic will power to leave her that morning, but I had to make the royal court appointment and I was already running late.

After that, we started to incorporate pissing frolic into our sex lives. I encouraged Heather to bring with herself when at work and let her bladder fill longsighted than she normally would. Heather readily agreed and reported that she liked it. She confessed that she was starting to tinge her clitoris a little whenever she peed at work, something she found very spicy and arousing. Of track, these confessions only force back me crazier with lust.

I also let it slip with John ground ball, my mentor and a close-fitting friend, that we had"expanded our sex lives"after he gave me the digital recording about his"punishment"of Stacey. John smiled and immediately set a dinner date for the four of us on the Saturday Night for the Labor Day weekend. I raised an eyebrow and gave him a look that said"no suspicious business"because I did not want him to do something that would upset Heather. whoremonger just smiled and promised that nothing would happen.

I was a bit surprised when I told Heather about the dinner party plans and she seemed rouse. I know Heather likes john, but she finds some of his substance abuse annoying, like bringing a different fair sex out to conform to us each time.

"Who is it this time ?"she asked me, frowning.

I told her he was going to bring Stacey, a paralegal at the office.

"He's fucking the help now, is he ?"Heather asked.

"I guess they are spending some time together. They don't advertise at work so I don't really know,"I said, which was the truth. However, I did not state heather about John making Stacey pee for him, or for her obvious fetish for peeing in naughty places, or how all of that made me inaugurate this to my married woman. I just decided to abide quiet and let affair build as the would. Besides, ling was obviously learning to like this new naughty incline of sex and I wanted her to find her own path without rushing things.

As we got ready for dinner that night, I could order Scots heather was in a sexy and fun mood. She wore a little skirt than usual, showing off a expert portion of her sexy thigh. She also had a few specs of wine before dinner party while she dressed and put on her constitution. The just section was when she showed me her Patrick Victor Martindale White spike step-in that she was planning on wearing.

At this point, her face was a piddling flushed from the wine and she smiled wickedly as she slide them up her legs and over her pussy.

"I wore these last workweek at body of work and I played with myself in the bathroom during lunch before I peed. I thought of you,"she said.

I came over and ran my bridge player over her shoulders, across the balmy blouse that she wore, and then slapped her ass playfully.

"You're becoming a juicy pee infant, aren't you ?"I asked.

She smiled and made a little moan before we kissed.

Tonight was going to be fun.

dinner was also fun. Stacey looked stunning in a short doll and blouse. I couldn't tell if Stacey and trick were just having sex or if they had something deeper between them. They seemed very easy with each other but not like they were in love. Still, you could severalize by the episodic stroke of a helping hand or a facial expression that they had hot chemistry.

We had some drinks before dinner and more during. John and I actually didn't drink as much since we were going to aim but the girls got to work and made up the dispute. heather mixture and Stacey, especially after the drinkable loosened them up, seemed to get along and they chatted and laughed like old friends.

It was getting late as the dinner wound down. I knew Heather would be in for some sex at nursing home so I was interest in moving. John was looking at his watch, too, when Stacey stood and said she needed to visit the ladies room. Stacey asked Heather if she needed to go, too, and ling stood and they headed off together.

In the lag, John and I got the bill and paid up. The miss were gone a while, something like fifteen minutes, before I saw them heading back. As they came back, I saw Stacey layover and talk of the town to the maitre d'for a moment, pointing at the lavatory with a stern spirit on her face. Heather was first back at our table and she sat next to me. Her face was very scour, more so than just from the wine, and she was breathing a little heavily. I leaned in to ask her if she was fine but she cut me off with a smile.

Stacey came over and we all rose and said our bye and left.

Once in the car, Calluna vulgaris was calm down for a few minute. I finally asked her if she was okay.

"Yes,"she said, but she took a deep breath and was still acting funny.

"Are you really drunk or getting sick ?"I asked.

"No, I'm really aroused,"she said.

I didn't see that one coming. I glanced at her and looked closely. I could see the Lapplander prime on her brass, more than just the wine-colored, it was her flush of sex across her cheeks, and I saw that her pap were erect and pressing against her blouse. This was going to be a fun night.

"What got you going ?"I asked.

"Oh my God,"heather said."The bathroom."

"What ? Just now ?"

"Yes."Heather's interpreter was low and she was breathing harder.

"What happened ?"

"Stacey and I peed on the floor."

I wasn't sure if I heard her correctly or not.

"You both peed on the story in the bathroom ? Just now ? Together ?"

heather mixture just nodded, staring direct ahead and breathing deeply.

My stopcock gave a jump and I had to spellbind the steering wheel tight.

I wasn't sure if I believed her or not. But, my voice felt tight as I asked,"What happened ?"

"We went in there and I had to pee really bad. I had been thinking about going into the bathroom earlier, by myself, and touching myself through my scanty while I peed. That gets me turned on and I know how very much you like to hear about that."

I swallowed hard.

"Stacey surprised me because when we got into the bathroom, before the threshold even shut, she just asked me if I had ever peed through my pantie before. I wasn't sure what she meant, like maybe and accident, and so I laughed and said ‘ accidents do happen'or something like that."

I looked over at heather, whose back talk was open a little as she stared ahead, cryptic in her memory.

"Stacy then gave me a smile and said she wanted to establish me something. She took my paw and pulled me into a stall before I could even say anything. She shut the room access behind me, locked it, and then sat on the lavatory. Not on the bowl, she put down the lid, but she stood on the bowl and actually sat on the cover of the gutter up high and spread her legs."

"She did not,"I said, still not sure if heather mixture was making this up or not just to get me hot. Even if this wasn't the Sojourner Truth, her story was working ; I was very hard and desperate to hear more.

"It happened so fast I didn't have time to think. She spread her legs so I could see her scanty and she reached down and started to rub her twat. She pushed her human foot against the sides of the bowl and pushed her coxa forward, rubbing herself. And then she started peeing."

Heather's voice was very low as she finished that survive prison term. Her external respiration now shoal and fast.

"What did you do ?"

"I just watched."

"What happened ?"

"She peed everywhere. A huge pool ran onto the bowl between her feet and then spilled onto the floor."

"What were you doing ?"

"I just stared at her."

It was obvious Saint John the Apostle had told Stacey that we were doing this after I watched the digital transcription. Why else would a woman who barely knew my wife do something like this in front of her ?

My prick was throbbing thinking about Stacey spraying her panties in the restroom of the eating house we were just visiting. And, to cogitate my wife watched it only a few feet away. My caput was almost spinning.

"Did you like it ?"I asked, having fuss getting the words out.

"It happened so riotous I was just so traumatise,"Scots heather said.

"What happened next ? You guys were in there a while."

"Stacey finished and hopped down and told me to give it a try."

"You didn't."

"I did."

"You pissed on the trading floor in that restroom ? Just now ?"

"Yes."Heather said quietly.

Savior."Tell me,"I hissed.

"I didn't sit on the toilet like Stacey, I just walked over the bowl and straddled it and then peed."

"Slow down. Tell me More item. Did you piss through your step-in ?"

Calluna vulgaris swallowed hard."Yes."

"Did you touch yourself while you did it ?"

"Yes. I rubbed my clit and then peed."

"Through those White panties ?"

"Yes."

"Oh my God, you're turning me on so much,"I said.

We were only about five minutes from nursing home at this dot and my promontory was spinning. I was do-or-die to get my wife into the sign of the zodiac and fuck her severe. I had no musical theme she could be this naughty in front end of someone else, a unknown, really.

"Tell me more,"I begged.

"I finished peeing and turned around and saw Stacey watching me. She was rubbing her twat through her panties. That shocked me some. I just looked at her and then she smiled and said ‘ that was hot'or something like that. I then felt a little embarrassed thinking about the stack we made and that I just did that in front end of her. I guess I was more drunk than I realized."

"Did you like pissing in front of her like that ?"I asked.

"Yes,"Heather whispered.

"Did you get turned on ?"

"Yes."

"Are you wet now ?"I asked.

"Yes."

"Touch your clitoris and rub yourself,"I ordered.

broom's hand went between her legs and she started to rub.

"Are your panties still wet ?"I asked.

"I don't know,"heather mixture answered.

"Why don't you know ?"I asked.

"Because I'm wearing Stacey's panties,"Heather whispered, as she increased her rubbing.

I swallowed grueling and let the words sink into my spinning brain.

"You're wearing her step-in ?"I asked.

"Uh, huh."

"Where are yours ?"

"She's wearing them."

"You exchanged your pantie before you left ?"I asked.

Heather just nodded.

"How the hell did that go on ?"My part was pleading, desperate to hear more.

"When I turned and saw her touching herself I felt myself get wet. I mean really wet. It felt so naughty to be there with her and I suddenly realized she was turned on. Knowing she was aroused by what we just did just turned me on something fierce. We stood there for a few hour just looking at each other rubbing our own clitoris. I told her I thought her scanty looked very sexy and she told me mine were hot. Then she said we needed to get back but she wanted a souvenir of the evening. I wasn't sure what she meant at firstly and then I realized she wanted my panties. That seemed like the perfect way to end it so I pulled mine off and she pulled hers off. She told me to dry off so we would really feel the step-in once on so we took some toilet newspaper and wiped ourselves and then exchanged panties."

"Jesus, I want to get laid you so bad,"I said."You put on her panties then ?"

"Yes."

"Wow. How did it feel ?"

"Naughty. They were still damp a little from her pee and as I walked I could feel her dampness friction against me. It turned me on as I walked back to our mesa to you."

"What do they look like ?"

"You'll see them in a moment,"Scots heather said."But they're a little cute lash, something I would never wear."

It was a struggle to get out of the car, my cock was so hard. Getting into the house was a blur. I was slapping ling's ass and pulling off her clothes as we headed through the kitchen towards the master bedroom.

"Wait,"broom said, as we were standing in the kitchen. By this stage, she was only wearing a bra, the thong and her dog."I have to pee,"she said.

ling turned to face me and spread her legs a petty. Her manus went down to Stacey's thong and she started to rub her clit through the fabric.

"You're going to wee right here in the kitchen ?"I hissed, rubbing my firmly cock.

heather mixture said naught and then a flow of pee erupted from her snatch, rushed through the thong and gushed down between her legs. Heather moaned and began rubbing faster as her piddle splashed on the kitchen tile and began to forge a puddle. Heather looked at me with pure lust on her face. She finished peeing and immediately sat down in her puddle, right in the centre of her kitchen floor.

"Fuck me,"she begged, laying back on the tile with her ass in the middle of her puddle. broom pulled her legs back and I could see Stacey's thong dark with the piss blot from both Stacey and the freshly water from my wife.

My knees felt weak as I kneeled down between my wife's pegleg and ran my tongue over the soaked fabric of the thong. ling moaned as I pushed my sass across her wet pussy and rubbed her clit, tasting the sharp flavor of my wife's impertinent pee and the oddment of Stacey's premature stain. The combination was intoxicating from the pee of the two women along with broom's refreshing pussy juice.

I pulled Stacey's thong off my wife, who still kept her ass in her own puddle, and I roughly pushed my cock into her pussy, still slick on the exterior with fresh water. Heather grunted as I thrust in and I began to push my turncock into her cunt, hearing her puddle of piss slosh some as I rhythmically fucked her, slapping her ass against the floor and her pool.

I reached up and yanked her bra off of then took her bouncing tits in my mouth, sucking one and then the other as I continued to force into my naughty wife. Heather just kept her optic shut and kept up a constant stream of moans and grunts as I pounded her.

After a few proceedings I pulled out and ordered her onto her stifle. Like before, and this time without saying anything, she put her tits into her puddle and put her ass up for me.

I slapped her cigarette, slickness with the piss she just left.

"I haven't played with your ass in a while,"I said."Are you going to be a undecomposed girl and let me load your butt ?"

In response, Scots heather just moaned and wiggled her ass.

"Do your mamilla feel unspoiled in your puddle of piss ?"I asked her.

"Yes,"Calluna vulgaris said as she wiggled her chest in the now moth-eaten pee.

I slapped her ass again and then spread her cheeks with my hands. I put my face to the crack of her ass and licked her brownness trap with a quick picture, tasting the remnants of her pee in her crack. ling moaned as my tongue then pushed into her asshole a petty, getting her ready for my fingers and cock.

I rose quickly and left the kitchen for a few moments and returned with lubricator. I greased up my fingerbreadth and skid my indicator finger across her asshole, just pressing against her anus a little.

"Rub your clit while I get your ass ready,"I ordered.

broom obeyed and reached between her legs.

I slide my indicator finger into her rigorous motherfucker up to the mo knuckle. Heather relaxed almost instantly and I felt her sphincter soften around my finger's breadth. I began to finger fuck her mother fucker as Scots heather rubbed herself. I could sense the puddle of piss she still lay in along with her sex succus. It was still all very intoxicating and made me want to fuck her like an animal.

I slide another finger into her asshole and then another, taking my clip and feeling her relax and adjust to each new digit. I slapped her ass again and then put a fourth finger's breadth into her ass. I started to thumb have intercourse her ass with the four fingers, keeping them all pushed together tightly. She was taking me up to the endorse knuckle, grunting and pushing her ass back at me.

"You're going to get DP'd,"I hissed.

Keeping my finger in her ass, I brought my cock to her snatch and pushed my rock arduous dick into her pussy. Heather gasped as I adjusted the angle of my deal so that I could keep the finger up her ass while my dick slide into her snatch up to my testicle. As my tool entered, I could feel my digit stroking my own hard rod with just a thin membrane separating her two guileful passages.

I began to rhythmically make out her kettle of fish. First my cock in deep and knockout and as my dick came out I'd button my finger up her wide asshole. Her wet holes soon began to make slurping sounds as I milked her body for both of our pleasure.

After a bit or two I pulled my digit out of her ass suddenly so that I made her shit gape indecently. At that moment, I could not conceive I had my wife on her knee joint on our kitchen story in her own puddle of pee while she wiggled her gaping asshole at me.

I slapped her ass severely, making a red Gospel According to Mark on her miserly skin.

"Again,"heather mixture hissed.

I did it again on the former cheek, making her ass jiggle under the sharp sting.

I put more lube on my handwriting and pulled my stopcock out of her puss.

"I want to see how much you can subscribe up your ass tonight,"I said."If it hurts, say ‘ red'and I'll stop."

"Okay,"Scots heather said. Her voice was quiet.

I pushed my four fingers back into her nasty back entrance and worked them up to the moment knuckle again. Heather stopped rubbing her button and just remained motionless on her human knee, taking my hand into her ass. Keeping my finger's breadth together as tightly as possible, I pulled them out a little to make room for my ovolo, and then I gently began to push all of my fingers back inside my nasty wife's butt.

Scots heather grunted as all of the finger's breadth went in to the second knuckle. I paused for a second, my head spinning with animal lust. I pushed my script deeper into her ass and she whispered ‘ red'so I pulled back some.

I took my turncock and slide it back into her kitty. Turning my hand so that my wrist faced upwards towards me allowed me to continue fucking her slit with my turncock while my fingers sodomized her now loose and gap asshole.

I pulled my hand out of her ass and marveled at how spacious her arsehole was, how cruddy it looked and hot my married woman made me feel.

I pulled my rooster out of her snatch and aim it into her ass. broom was so loose and wet in her can that she took my cock without any job. Heather began to gasp and groan as I started driving my rod deep up her SOB, banging her goat as I heard her tits slap against the piss still puddled under her chest.

I reached around and grabbed at her bouncing breast, feeling her concentrated nipples slick with piddle as they jiggled through the puddle in time with my hip thrusts.

The orgasm happened so intensely that I just had time to draw in out of her ass to dash three or four huge piles across heather's back and shoulders.

I helped Calluna vulgaris to her foot and took her to the sleeping accommodation. I got a towel and spread it over the bed. I put Scots heather on the towel and put my face between her legs. She eagerly pulled her legs back for me, exposing her slick twat. Her diminutive patch of pubic haircloth was still wet from her pissing and twat succus. I ran my tongue over her slit and then started working on her overgorge clit. I flicked the tip of my natural language over her bud, milking her, and then I sucked on her clit, pulling the blood into it even more and making it rise up.

Scots heather just moaned and put her work force on the back of my foreland. I stayed on her clit for a few minutes, flicking and driving her nub with my tongue until she was panting. I could feel her orgasm build as the tension in her thigh muscles grew around my head until she exploded in my back talk, gasping and begging as the sexual climax racked her body.

We feel asleep quickly that Saturday night. The side by side morning I washed the kitchen floor clean.

As I write these Holy Scripture on the following Mon, I am still in cushion what has happened. My married woman has become a very naughty female child who likes to pee in populace and wet her step-in.

I'm just wondering if she'll return the thong back to Stacey and get her own panties back. I know I'm going to advise that we meet for dinner again soon with Saint John the Apostle and Stacey and tell Heather to wear thin Stacey's thong and say bathroom to pass on a similar message to Stacey. I know Saint John will go for it. If that happens, and if the girls do anything sexy or naughty, I'll get that down on paper when I can .