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PAISLEY PILLOWS Part D
PAISLEY PILLOWS
by Jeremy Edwards
(c) 1995
I didn't need to be asked twice. Within moments we were back
on the paisley sheets and I was experiencing a blowjob which was,
if possible, even better than the one before. Every lap of her
tongue around the head of my cock sent a thrill of acute pleasure
through my whole frame, and when she began sucking the length of
my rod in earnest I was so carried away by physical delight that
I just kicked my long bony legs up and down in ecstasy. Alicia
swiveled around so that her own creamy white thighs framed my
face, and I was consequently delighted to find her appetizing
bottom within kissing distance and her already-dripping slit all
positioned for the inevitable soixante-neuf. Before delving
inside I lapped up some of her already profuse spendings, then
for good measure I gently pressed my tongue against her clitty
several times. She moaned as if I were pressing the very
pleasure button of her soul, so I did it about five times more.
I then introduced my tongue into her cunt, and soon found my own
agitated ecstasy being matched by the frenzied gyrations of
Alicia's bottom and the wriggling of her thighs. I licked her
pussy devotedly till I was almost ready to come, listening at
each stroke of my tongue for the answering music of her full-
mouthed cries of delight. Nor did I listen in vain, for the
sounds of Alicia's ecstasy were as constant as the thrills
shooting down my happy prick. Now I held her thighs steady so
that her pleasure would be more intense, experience having taught
me that when the body becomes motionless, intense sensations of
pleasure become even more focused. Just as I'd hoped, Alicia's
ecstatic moans turned into muffled little yells of excitement,
alternating with throaty peals of wanton, erotically-gratified
laughter. Her incredible ecstasy made me explode with
passion, and I came hotly into her mouth just as she catapulted
into the heights of orgasm and dribbled her spendings onto my
lucky chin.
We lay panting on the bed, I on my back with my hands behind
my head, Alicia on her tummy looking into my eyes. We once more
expressed how fantastic the love-making had been for us both, and
we spent a few minutes gently petting in afterglow.
"Well, now I'm really ready for a nice pee," Alicia announced.
Instantly I felt some strength return to my recently-exhausted
member. "Darling, may I watch?" I asked softly.
"Oh, Daniel, you're a dream come true. I love being watched
when I'm enjoying a delicious pee. It feels so sexy."
Now at this point I was holding onto a forthcoming piss of my
own, and, what with the titillation of my own pre-pissing tension
and my exciting awareness of Alicia's erotic relationship with
her urinary activities, I was able to enjoy to the fullest that
special peak of phallic excitement which one can experience when
one's cock is ready to pee or to fuck or both, and when the
prospects of both pleasures are relished in no particular order.
"Okay, let's go. So to speak," I suggested.
We tiptoed barefooted -- well, bare-everythinged -- to the
bathroom, and Alicia plunked herself gracefully down on the
commode. She looked like some uninhibited painterly vision of an
elegant goddess poised to enjoy one of the most delicious of
sensual delights. "Come here," she whispered. I readily
approached and squatted comfortably on the mat at her feet. "Do
you want to feel it happen?" she invited. I nodded eagerly, and
she took my hand and placed it under herself right in the middle
of her hot, moist crotch. I could feel the delicate undersides
of her soft buttocks with the tips of my fingers. I tickled her
a little there and she squirmed delightedly. Then she took
my fully-erect staff in her hand
and began to frig me. I was beside myself with arousal. I
reached up excitedly with my free hand and squeezed one of the
perfect breasts which jutted beckoningly out at me.
"This final moment of holding my pee is practically orgasmic,"
confided Alicia. "I love the way the sexy excitement builds as I
hold it in, until I'm absolutely ready to let it go, and then
when I finally do all that lovely tingliness and anticipation
explodes into an incredibly erotic release. I always come while
I'm peeing, if I've taken the time to build up to it right." I
listened to all this with passion in my eyes. I now had the
indescribable joy of watching Alicia experience her ultimate
moment of pre-peeing thrill. She closed her eyes, and her bottom
wriggled quasi-orgasmically for several unforgettable seconds.
"Oh, baby, here it comes," Alicia suddenly gushed, and sure
enough a thick stream of warm liquid flooded onto, over and
around my excited hand and trickled noisily into the waiting pool
below. I heard Alicia's voice sing out in a shrieking little
trill of uncontainable pleasure, and I was overjoyed to observe
that she was indeed coming as she peed. I pressed my hand closer
against her pussy, while her intimate water mixed with her
freely-flowing orgasmic juices to bathe my palm and fingers.
Alicia wiggled with the total ecstasy of release as she continued
to drain herself completely. "Oh, it's so tickly and wonderful
feeling the pee come pouring out of me!" she exclaimed.
Meanwhile her hand was still moving vigorously up and down my
cock.
I waited reverently till she had finished her glorious peeing
before I spoke. "I'm so aroused, Alicia -- that was so
delicious."
"Umm. For me too."
"Now I'm ready to pee as well, but maybe I want to come first.
I've got more sensual pleasures waiting than I can experience all
at once -- my cup runneth over!"
"Yes, it's about to," Alicia quipped matter-of-factly. Then
she frigged me more intensely as I, now standing, trembled
with pre-orgasmic and pre-urinary excitement. Soon a jet of
spunk shot straight into the air and Alicia gasped happily. I
rocked ecstatically with the orgasm, Alicia still holding
intently onto my busy prick. She cooed lustily while I felt the
last little moments of my climax recede from my toes. Already I
was orienting my dancing crotch toward the subsequent pleasure of
feeling the tide of my other liquid rush up into my excited
member, toward a fast-approaching exit.
"Okay, dear one, ready for the next release?" Alicia exhorted
enthusiastically. Still seated on the toilet, she spread her
legs further apart. "Let's see if he'll fit," she suggested, but
my still semi-stiff rod was at an entirely wrong angle to aim
between her thighs into the bowl, even when I leaned forward and
pressed my knees tenderly against Alicia's own.
"Never mind," she said with a twinkle. "I've got a better
idea, anyway. Just do it right down into my lap when you're
ready. It will be paradise."
I gave a hoarse, gratified groan as I felt my cock switch
gears and my bladder release. A potent stream of pee shot
forward onto Alicia's bush and upper thighs, and she began to
gasp and wriggle in obvious delight. My body shook with supreme
physiological enjoyment until at last, after a full thirty
seconds, I too was drained. As I finished Alicia sat there
giggling sensuously and trembling with excitement. I grabbed a
towel and gingerly dabbed her glistening lap. Then I lifted her
to a standing position and, going down on my knees, I kissed her
crotch dry from below, tasting on my lips the delicious cocktail
of her fragrant pussy spendings and her still-fresh pee. This
moment, like countless others I experienced with Alicia that
night (and ever since), was one of superlative pleasure for me.
Alicia and I now required a shower, and so we adjourned into
the steamy womb of her compact free-standing unit. (A capacious
old-fashioned bathtub stood separately nearby, and you shall
hear more about that later, I promise!) No sooner
were we wet than Alicia began to lather me sensuously all over,
paying special attention to my cock. Now I have never boasted
much stamina on the track field or in the swimming pool, but
fortunately my libido hardly ever, shall we say, lets me down.
And so, as I reciprocated Alicia's erotic lathering -- I
particularly enjoyed rubbing soap gently all over her perky,
slippery breasts and her always-voluptuous bottom -- we noticed
with enthusiasm that I was once more ready for action.
"Anyone interested in a steamy standing fuck?" Alicia called
out whimsically in a train-conductor's voice.
"Well, since I'm here . . . " I joked. The next sound out of
my mouth was a drawn-out "Ahh . . . ," as my lover smoothly
inserted my cock up her crack and began to squeeze me expertly by
manipulating her cunny walls. I pawed boyishly at her bouncing
titties, squeezing them alternately and in tandem to elicit moans
of appreciation. I kissed Alicia's throat, the valley between
her breasts, and then all over her appealing vertical expanse of
hot wet midriff. Her head tilted back with pleasure and she shut
her eyes, not only to keep out the water but also to better focus
on the mutual ecstasy we were creating for each other. Her
delicate, active little hands squeezed my tight, muscular bottom.
I began to bend my knees up and down to allow my cock to further
stimulate the inside of her cunt, while she squeezed and
unsqueezed her thighs around me and rubbed her knees sensuously
against me. We maintained this rhythm a deliciously long time,
ultimately rocking like some small boat drifting slowly into the
harbor of paradise. At last, an eternity of bliss later, we
clutched each other urgently and shuddered together in yet
another perfectly-timed joint orgasm.
Alicia and I were now truly exhausted. We dried off,
performed our night-time ablutions, and fell contentedly into
bed. We exchanged gushy words of fondness and praise and
expressed our deepest intentions of resuming our wonderful
activities in the morning. "It's so nice to have a hobby you can
share with someone you like," I remarked. Alicia gave the head
of my dormant cock one more tender good-night kiss by way of
agreement.
"By the way, I'm eager for you to meet my roommate when she
gets back tomorrow evening," were the last words out of Alicia's
lips as she drifted angelically off to sleep.
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