Kerry had all the stories. She had been a moderator on Fab for a few years when we met her at our local swinging club in Newcastle.
We asked if we could look in and watch one night but that wasn't allowed. They are checked and vetted and they don't just let anyone have that sort of access. Can you imagine that! Seeing every dirty message or photo sent on an average night on Fab!
Anyway, where this is going, the reason for this is that Kerry told us about this time she got involved with a Fab member in real life, in the actual real world because of a dispute on the site.
And what was strange and a bit different about the whole thing was that she learned a whole new kink about herself in the process.
You see, you don't know you have a kink until someone shows you shit you hadn't seen before. That's how kinks work. They're not handed out in primary school, you have to see fucked up shit before it dawns on you, and then you realise you like it and go hey, I didn't realise I got a boner from shiny PVC or or jelly wrestling midgets or something.
It's like the first time I saw a woman pissing in the woods. I didn't go out looking for women pissing in the woods, a woman who had been in the same woods as us once, was caught short and went behind a tree when me and the wife walked past and five minutes later of course, I had my wife bent over behind a tree in the very same woods because it got my cock so bloody hard.
That's how it works. You don't know, until you know. It's that simple.
But getting back to Kerry.
This dispute had been about a photo. A couple had posted a photo of themselves playing with another couple and there was piss involved. The man from one couple had been lying on the floor being pissed all over by the lady from the other couple while his wife watched. All good so far you might think, but the photo had been reported to the moderators because the other husband, whose wife was doing the pissing looked like he was spark out, slumped in the corner and not able to give his permission for the photo to be taken. Seems like a legitimate concern. Maybe he couldn't care less but maybe he didn't know, the fact was, he wasn't awake. Probably pissed.
The dispute had resolved itself with the photo being taken down and that was that, except for one thing - Kerry recognised the guy in the photo. It was an ex-lover of hers called Dean. They had fucked for a while but his drinking had been too much for her and they had ended up going their separate ways.
But she also saw who he was with and it wasn't his wife, he wasn't married, it was his latest girlfriend and Kerry knew her too. She was a girl called Paula who Kerry knew from school. They hadn't been friends but Paula had been one of the geeky kids, one of the kids no one ever looked at twice, someone who you would never think would end up pissing on a strangers chest in a clearing in the woods.
So Kerry got in touch, through Fab of course, not letting on she had found her while she had been vetting pictures of her pissing on men in dogging spots but rather just as someone who recognised someone else from school and it was made easier by the fact she had face pictures on show on her profile.
There they were, out for coffee at a 'Spoons not far from Kerry's place, chatting away after saying all the usual stuff people say when they haven't seen people since school when Paula comes out with the thing that gets Kerry's juices flowing, so to speak. The thing that was going to be her latest kink.
Turned out Paula wasn't just into pissing on guys at meets, she was into having guys pissing on her and even, and this is the bit where Kerry's eyes opened right up, having multiple guys cumming over her. Not just two or three but thirty or forty guys in one night. All their spunk, all their jizz shot over her face and tits until they were all spent, dried up and not able to give her anymore, until she had drained all their balls and she was left with more cum on her than she could get off. Forget baby wipes - you need a shower after one of these nights, she told Kerry. A shower and a LOT of shower gel. That's after they've all used their phones to record it of course. You had to film it. Be a waste otherwise.
As Kerry was hearing all this, she had been getting more and more turned on and asked Paula how she could sort one of these nights for herself, to see if she liked it as much as she thought she would and we could tell by the way Kerry was so excited when she was telling us, she was going to make it happen.
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