The exertions of the night/mornings had taken their toll on me (although it think that quiet little “mouse” Ellen was up for more!) and so wee showered again, Ellen cooked me brunch and we parted company. The plan was to get together the following week and I was going to take us out somewhere in the countryside for lunch and then play things by ear for the evening.
Christ how that week dragged. This was when mobile phones were still quite new, and although we both had one their functionality was Dickensian compared to where we are today. We Calle Dan’s there were some texts but no salacious pics or “sexting”, but there were many oblique references to our shenanigans - well enough to have me in a semi permanent state if arousal at the most inappropriate times.
Anyway, Saturday arrived and I picked Ellen up. She came to the door dressed as the knew her. Sensible shoes, baggy non- descript trousers, sweater and anorak. She was even wearing a very plain pair of glasses. None of this stopped her kissing like a lorn star - tongue down my throat as she squeezed my cock, all on her door step.
Anyway, we spent the morning looking a stately home, got lunch at a lovely country pub, and behaved very much like mr and mrs average out for quiet day. There no flirting, just coy holding of hands and interesting but non-sexual conversation. It was a lovely day.
Mid-afternoon we set off back to Ellen’s and as we were winding our way down the country lanes, Ellen said, “I’m really sorry but I need to wee. Could find somewhere quiet and pull over?” I’ve taken similarly short myself before and so with a little bit of going off route I found a little dirt track, which 30 yards in was hidden from the road. “Oh thanks. Did you think you could keep look out for me?” Of I replied it wasn’t a problem and we both got out. Ellen scuttled off behind a bush and I heard some rustling then she called “My trouser zip is stuck could you help”. Off I trotted and as I rounded the bush my eyes nearly popped of my head. Ellen was standing completely naked, hands on hips and with that devilish look in her eyes.
“Strip - now, and being fucking quick about it cos I’m desperate for a piss”. My mumbled protestations were cut short. “Shut the fuck up, strip and lie here” as she pointed underneath herself. I knew this mode and I guessed what was coming my way, and despite my nerves and fear for being caught I did as I was told as quickly as I could. In thirty seconds I was lying on my back looking up at Ellen’s thick dark bush. She lowered herself slowly so that her pubes just brushed my lips, and reached down and pulled her lips wide. The view was almost gynaecological but so horny I felt my cock stiffen to full strength. The smell of her pussy with all that hair was deep and musky and jus made me harder. Then I heard her sigh and her stream of piss hit me with force in the face. I’d received w/s a couple of times before but never from this range. The force sent the piss into my mouth and I couldn’t spit it all out and had it swallow. It was both acrid and sweet at the same time and went into my eyes and stung, and flowed over my head and down onto my chest. It was humiliating and exciting at the same time. Ellen was just telling me that I was her little slut and ot be grateful - Jesus I really was!
After what seemed like an age the force eased and eventually stopped with few little follow on squirts. But before I could really get my breath Ellen said, “Now clean me up you little cunt” and lowered her pussy onto my face. I licked and sucked like a possessed man. Her pubes were soaking but in my euphoric state tasted sublime. Ellen ground her hips into my face and within seconds orgasmed, added her juices to my sodden face.
Eventually she fell forward off my face and we both relaxed and got our breath back. “Hmmm who’s a dirty boy then?” she laughed. “Me” I giggled. “That was great now piss on me” she said. “I’d love to but I can’t piss with a hard on” I replied. “Not a problem” Ellen said and moved down my body and sat on my cock reverse cowgirl, and went at me like a booking bronco. Needless to say, after what had just happened and Ellen’s gorgeous pussy enveloping me, five minutes later I emptied my balls deep in her. She slid off me and the cooler air soon had me softening. “Great, now I want your piss in my face and down over my tits”, she said and knelt on the ground. I stood up in front of her, my foreskin still retracted after fucking. I took my cock in my right hand and held her head with my left, and tried to relax. It took a few moments but then I felt it rise and pinched the knob end to maximise the width of the slit. Even if I say so my self, it was an impressive showing. My piss arced out and I aimed it as she requested at the face. Ellen opened her mouth and took so much in I was staggered. She swallowed a lot, and more ran out the sides of her mouth. As it did she rubbed it into her tits, pinching nipples and moaning so loud I was worriedwe would be heard. But I wasn’t stopping nor was Ellen, until my bladder was empty. And even when I thought was she leant forward and sucked my cock clean.
We collapsed together and stayed like that for five minutes, then I said we had better go. We pulled our clothes on - we were both wet with each piss and cum, but Ellen said, “Dont worry, we can shower back at mine,” and gave me that wink of pure filth |
