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Writer's pictureDee Dickens

Golden Summer Shower

I hadn't noticed his increased fluid intake. But then it was a hot day, why wouldn't he keep himself hydrated?


When I say it was a hot day, it was the kind of day where the pavements scorched feet and the sun flesh. It was the kind of day meant for lying still, for basking like lizards. For sweat soaked hair, for nakedness and lewd thoughts.


And for staying hydrated.


So I hadn't noticed his increased fluid intake.


I had noticed my own of course. Multiple visits to the toilet to pee saw to that. And when I wiped, I probably spent more time wiping, gently, slower, than I usually do. My wetness down there was not all caused by pee.


Clothes are not something we wear at home at the best of times and certainly weren't today. As he walked around, I could not help but lust after him. His shoulders, broad. That bead of sweat that rolled down the centre of his back that made my tongue flicker. The way he stood, resting most of his weight on his right leg, positioning his perfect ass in the most satisfying way. The sexy half smile. That cock. Already semi tumescent from the heat, the burgeoning promise of engorgement, of hardness. I wanted it, I wanted him.


He caught my look. Raised an eyebrow. Took a swig of water from his bottle.


"Are you not too warm?"


I shook my head.


An amused half smile made me moan. The muscles of his beautiful body set themselves to firm.


"Kneel."


It always takes time for me to get on my knees. But today I was impatient and sunk to them with a haste my body would make me pay for later. I didn't care. I was ready to be used by this man, and if I needed to rest and float away on an edible later, so be it.


He slid his half hard cock into my mouth and the taste of precum and sweat was delicicious. I felt him swell, grow, harden on my tongue and sucked greedily. The smell of freshly sweating balls filled my nose, making me weak for this man and his body. He gently rocked his hips back and forth, fucking my throat while his balls slapped against my chin. My arms were behind my back and one of his hands was in my wet hair, holding my head still.


I was defenceless. An object. Used. Degraded. My cunt was dripping wet and throbbing as my tongue worked itself round his cock, increasing the moaning sounds from us both.


But I hadn't noticed his increased fluid intake.


I started to feel a little hoarse, as I always did when getting a rough, extended throat fucking, and something in my watering eyes must have told him, because he withdrew his cock from my mouth and told me to just lick the end clean. Of course I obeyed. On his gleaming head was the taste of sweat, and of precum, but also something else. A slightly sweet taste that slid on my tongue. I looked up at him with hopeful eyes.


"Open up thirsty girl."


And I did. With an eagerness that gave me no chance of ever being seen as demure again. I wanted my treat. I had been such a Good Girl, I deserved it. And I got what I deserved.


He let go. And a rush of golden liquid filled my mouth, flowing into my throat and spilling out of me, running down my face and splashing onto my tits. I wanted to drink it but I couldn't gulp with this giant cock in my mouth so I had no choice but to get covered in it. His hand was still in my hair so I couldn't move away.


And he pissed and pissed and pissed. I may not have noticed his increased fluid intake but fuck, there was so much of it. It ran over my chest, my tits, my belly. It dripped between my legs and pooled between my knees.


What people who have no real experience of it fail to realise is that pee is not just wet. It is silky, slippery, and feels so good when you rub it into yourself. Which is what I did. I ran my hands all over my body while he carried on peeing, his sweet smelling and tasting piss still flowing like a fountain from my mouth. I slid it all over myself, rubbing it into my tits, flicking my own nipples with piss covered fingers. I used it as a masturbatory lubricant, rubbing it into my throbbing cunt and when I touched my own clit, I realised that I too needed to pee.


So I let my legs move so they were straight out. This led me to move backwards a bit, but that didn't stop him from moving with me. He was close to the end of his flow now, but not ready for it to end and the beautiful golden liquid ran from the corners of my mouth into my hair.


Then I too let go. And I peed myself while lifting my knees so that it would go all up my back and, more importantly, over my arse. I held it open while I did so, which was no mean feat, so it would be all over my now quivering and expectant asshole.


He did not need telling twice.


With his cock slippery with both our piss now, he pushed his throbbing dick into my asshole. I bucked as it went in. Not because it hurt, it didn't, pee being a natural lubricant and all, but to make sure that when he lay right on top of me that his lower abdomen was also rubbing against my cunt.


Writhing together on the living room floor like that, covered in golden wetness, it didn't take me long to cum and when I did, so did he. Hot, salty, pumping right in my ass. I clenched with my scphincter until we were both crying out and jerking with the power of our orgasms.


Before he withdrew and got up from me, he kissed my once piss filled mouth. His tongue wanted to taste himself in me and the deeper he kissed me, the more turned on I became. I felt him going hard once more, and managed to breathe one word.


"Shower."



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