                            Piss-hard
                         An Erotic Story

     I woke up this morning, with a piss-hard-on.  This is NOT 
unusual for me, as I find it harder to hold my bladder all night 
long as I get older, and still ignore the call of nature in the 
morning.
     I turned over, and cuddled up to my wife, Marsha.  At 32 
years old, she is no longer the teenager's wet-dream she was when 
I first married her, but she still has a body to put most models 
to shame.  Even more exciting, the smooth sexy feel of her skin, 
and the heady aroma of her silky long brown hair were always 
enough to give me ideas, even when I don't already have a hard-
on.
     "Are you at that 'thing' again?" giggled Marsha, squirming 
back at me, trying to trap my swollen prick between her legs, 
where it would do both of us more good.  Marsha may not be the 
incredibly oversexed barely-pubescent little girl who had trapped 
a 16-year-old into marriage, with her insatiable appetite for sex 
that had swamped even me; but she still liked to fuck almost as 
much as I do.  Even two children, and almost nineteen years of 
constant sex in marriage had only dampened her sex-drive down to 
minor nymphomania.  Of course, the thing that STILL amazed me 
constantly, was that this incredible creature's sex-drive all 
centered on ME.  I still can't believe I'm so lucky, and I 
constantly strive to let her know it.
     Two minutes later, we were fucking like bunnies.  After two 
times the previous night, you might think we would slow down, but 
why should we?  Even approaching menopause hasn't slowed my wife 
down, and I don't expect to slow down myself, until I'm at least 
ninety years old.  Probably not even then.
     There's one trouble with a piss-hard on though.  It actually 
interferes with the real thing.  I couldn't get off.  Marsha was 
just finishing her third orgasm, when I finally had to pull out 
in disgust.  The pressure from my bladder was tickling my 
prostate, and interfering with my concentration.  Yes, 
concentration.  After getting off twice the night before, and not 
being particularly sexually-neglected anyway, it took some effort 
on my part to work up to an orgasm.  Usually, I could do this by 
imagining I was fucking some cute young teenager, or even pre-
teen, like my wife had been when we first met.  Marsha doesn't 
mind, sometimes even working such fantasies along with me.  Only 
as I said, this time it didn't work.
     My prick softened and slipped out of my wife with a soft 
"slurp."  Damn, I was annoyed!
     Telling my wife to, "Hold that pose," I dashed into the 
bathroom; trying to get there before the bladder-pressure made me 
wet the floor.  I heard Marsha giggle, as she "held that pose."
     Damn, again!  For what must have been the fortieth time, I 
resolved to finish the rough-in place for a second bathroom in 
the basement.  The bathroom was already occupied by my 16-year-
old daughter taking a shit, and I barged right in on her, as the 
bathroom door had come loose several years ago, and I had never 
bothered to replace it.



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     Since nobody in our house wears any clothes at night, it was 
no surprise to see that Marie was as naked as I was.  Nicely 
formed breasts, and a furry "vee" showed that my daughter was 
more developed than her mother had been, when she started having 
sex, even though I knew Marie was still a virgin; as a couple of 
times she had teased both me and her big brother by actually 
showing her open crack, so we could see right up to her hymen.  
Marie may not be fucking, like her mother had been doing much 
younger than she was, but that doesn't mean she isn't interested 
in sex.  She just wants to save her virginity for marriage and 
babies with the man she loves.  (Yeah, I know it's an old-
fashioned idea, and she doesn't get it from her parents, but we 
don't discourage her either.)
     All this to one side; my bladder pressure was so extreme, I 
was about to pull over and pee in the sink, or possibly the tub, 
right in front of my not-so-innocent young daughter, when she 
stopped me.  "Oh Daddy!" she sighed in disgust at me for not 
thinking of what was obvious (to her).  "Come here."
     My eyebrows went up, but I did go over to the "throne" where 
Marie was just dropping a fat turd in the bowl.  I knew she was 
unable to get up, and for a second I wondered if she wanted me to 
pee between her legs, while she sat there.  Especially, once she 
told me to, "Now you just 'Use the toilet,' like you were going 
to, just as if I wasn't here."
     I was about to actually try; hoping I could aim my prick 
closely enough to not get her ALL wet, while I peed between her 
legs, when my little girl leaned over, and swallowed my prick!  I 
couldn't believe it.  The thought of pissing between her legs, 
was naughty enough, but this?
     Marie looked up from where my prick was warmly ensconced in 
her sexy little mouth, and mumbled, "Mmmmm, Mmmmd!"  I took this 
to mean something like, "Come ON!  I haven't got all day!" so I 
did it.  Yes, I peed in my little girl's mouth.
     Surprisingly, Marie didn't either pull off, or force herself 
forward so I could pee down her throat.  She seemed to actually 
ENJOY the taste of my urine on her taste-buds, and she ran her 
lively little tongue around my prick, as if she was savoring the 
flavor.  Obviously, this was NOT the first time she had ever done 
something like this, but I was not inclined to ask at the time 
when she had done it before, or how many times.  I just stood 
there in somewhat a state of a shock, and let it flow.  As I was 
doing so, I heard my daughter let go a stream of her own piss.  
For a moment, it seemed as though I was pissing right through my 
daughter's body.  Actually, I think that was the impression my 
little girl was trying to give me.  Or perhaps, she liked the 
idea of her father pissing though her, and it was HER turn-on.  
At least I didn't have a hard-on any more.
     Only Marie didn't stop at just drinking my piss.  Once I 
stopped peeing, and the last drops oozed out on her tongue, she 
wrapped her sexy lips around my penis, and started sucking on me 
like an experienced whore.  Back and forth; up and down; with her 
lively little tongue slithering around the tube on the bottom, 
until I was fully erect, with a true hard-on, and not some piss-
hard imitation.



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     "There!" said Marie with some satisfaction, as she placed 
one last kiss on the now proud paternal erection in front of her.  
"Now you go back in there, and give Mom what she's waiting for; 
now that I've fixed you up for her."  She turned back to wiping 
herself up, and starting to run the bathwater; ignoring my 
shocked look.  An amused glint ran through her eyes, but 
otherwise she ignored me.
     I sighed; grinned at my incredible young daughter, and 
followed her advice; heading back for the bedroom, where Marsha 
was probably still waiting impatiently.  On the way, I almost ran 
into my 18-year-old son Mike, (Yes, and my name is Marty 
Morgan. . . People call us the "M&M's."  And yes, it's 
deliberate.) heading for the bathroom, with a piss-hard-on of his 
own, sticking out from HIS groin like a pipe sticking out of a 
wall.
     Mike grinned at me, when he saw his father coming OUT of the 
bathroom, with as big an erection as he was going IN with.  "I 
see Marie got to you too, didn't she Dad?" he remarked, before 
waving me into the bedroom with Marsha.  "I bet Mom needs that 
pretty bad by now," was his only other comment before vanishing 
into the bathroom where his naked little sister was making 
splashing noises in the tub.
     Marsha was grinning when she saw the proud erection I had 
brought her.  This time I deliberately did NOT close the door, so 
we could both listen in to the sexy squeals and yelps coming from 
across the hall, while I slid in and out of my wife's hot little 
hole; and she squeezed me with a snatch that was still amazingly 
tight, for a woman of her age.  We both were incredibly hot; just 
imagining what our two oversexed offspring were probably doing in 
that tub together.
     It's amazing what two horny teenagers can do in the way of 
sex-play, without actually fucking cock-in-cunt; or the boy 
getting the girl pregnant.  I imagined that our two kids were 
probably going to explore every one of those possibilities.  I 
blew a thick sticky wad of sperm in my sexy wife's belly, just 
thinking about it; while she climaxed around me in a matching 
orgasm.
     "Whoo," Marsha finally panted in my ear, "if our little girl 
is going to get you all THAT excited, then I see I'm going to 
have to have Marie warm you up a little more often, from now on!"
     Well, as you can guess, I didn't exactly disagree.
















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