Author: Elizabeth Heath
Category: Other
Go to read content：https://onlinereadfreenovel.com/elizabeth-heath/page,23,550163-quickie_collection_of_hottest_explicit_taboo.html
When she got to the bottom, she seemed to bear down a bit, and put some pressure into her stream as it hit my hard cock and heavy balls. I reached down and held my dick at it's base to point it straight up, and gave it a few quick strokes before she lost her water. My fist slapped against my wet balls as I stroked off a little. Hard is not even the right word to describe my tool at that moment. Solid. Steel. Purple with lust. Those words are closer. I was probably as harder than I had been since I was a teenager, probably even harder than that.
She looked down and saw my dick at full mast; she knew what I had in mind. Bending at the knees, she slowly lowered her still dripping pussy down to my tool. She reached down and grabbed hold of the base to keep it pointed at it's target. She rubbed the swollen head across her waiting slit, found the right angle, and lowered herself down, impaling her cunt on my stick with a heavy grunt as she bottomed out on my balls. Up and down she bounced on me, her big beautiful ass grinding into my balls with each down stroke, her huge tits wiggling and jiggling as she rode me. All too soon, she climbed off, "sorry honey, this tile floor is killing my knees." Unwilling to end this shower fuck fest, I quickly grabbed a couple of our towels, folded them and laid them down on the wet floor. She saw where I was going and kneeled on the cushion and bent over the ledge, "much better" she commented over her shoulder. I saddled up behind her, running my hands over her perfectly round ass cheeks. As much as I love her riding me cowgirl style, entering her from behind is probably my favorite way to fuck my wife. And if you've seen her ass, you understand.
Running one hand across the small of her back, I hold my rigid cock with the other and run it up and down across her pussy, smearing her wetness across her pink entrance and getting the head of my cock nice and slick. "So tell me baby," she asks over her shoulder, "you liked getting peed on?"
"Oh, fuck yeah I did. Something about your hot liquid covering me was so fucking sexy."
"Soooo, you want to show me a little what it's like? That is, if you have any to give."
"Wait.....what? You want me to pee on YOU?" I ask, completely taken by surprise by her request.
"Well, yea. Maybe a little. You really seemed to enjoy it, and I'm curious what it feels like. Just not in face. Not yet."
With one hand still rubbing all over her beautiful butt I aimed my cock like a pistol at her crack. And....nothing. I was too hard and I was pulling down too much. I could feel the need, and with a little adjusting I was actually able to relieve myself a bit. By just letting my hard-on stand free, I released an arcing stream the shot out my cock and fell smack between her butt cheeks.
"Whoa!" She jumped a little as the first stream hit her bung and ran down between her cheeks before flowing across her own urine rich pussy lips. "Oh wow....that's why you like it....it's pretty fucking exciting." She reached back now between her legs and began rubbing her pussy. "Hit it here," she breathed, "wet my pussy...." I gripped the base to shut the flow and repositioned myself a bit, aimed my tool directly at her clit and let it fly. "OHHH Shiiiit!" She cried as my stream made contact with her clit and pussy lips, hitting her folds like a water pic. "Ohhh yessss...." She moaned softly as my stream petered out, "fuck me baby, please, fuck me..." Only happy to oblige, and with my dick aimed at her honey hole, I dove in. Holding her soft hips, I drove mine into her again and again. Her grunts were music to my ears as I slid my glistening cock in and out of her from behind. I stared down and just enjoyed the view. Her ample ass up in the air, cheeks parted, little brown eye winking as I thrust into her pink lips underneath. Her butt rippling with my thrusts. Perfect. Her ass was made to be fucked doggie style. She pushed back and held me deep inside her, "don't move..." She whispered. A moment later I felt the walls of her pussy push out a bit and I realized she was bearing down as warm liquid ran over my balls. My wife was pissing on me AS I fucked her! Damn I love this woman!
Staring at her little butthole as I fuck that pussy is just too much, I drip some spit down on it and rub my thumb around her tight ring. Circling it nice and slow as I push deep into her snatch. She pushes back when I start rubbing her backdoor, "I know you want to fuck me there, don't you?"
"Hell yeah, I do..."
"Then tell me," she whispered as she pushed all the way back on to me, "tell me what you want lover...." She was rocking those hips side to side, as she spoke, teasing me a bit, but letting me know I had to ask permission.
"Please..." I grunted.
"Please WHAT?"
"Please. Let. Me. Fuck. You. Up. The. Ass." Each word was accompanied with a long, deep thrust. Gentle, but firm.
"Oh baby...that's how you ask...mmmm....so fucking good...." She replied. With each thrust, she grunted her approval:
"Let."
"Ooohh yeah....
"Me."
"Uhhhh...."
"Fuck."
"Ooohhhh...."
"Your."
"Yeah..."
"Perfect."
"Uh huh......"
"Ass."
"Ummmm...."
"PLEASE!" I ended the plea with one hard fuck. I had almost completely withdrawn, and slammed my entire length deep into the snatch. It sounded like I knocked the wind out of her.
"Uuffff! Okay, okay...you can fuck it baby...just, be a little gentle huh? And, uh, here. Use this, okay? I don't think I can another dry fuck like last time." She grabbed the first bottle she could reach from her position and it was her bottle of baby oil. Good thing I'm going to fuck that butt bareback I guess. Before I cover that ass in oil, I gotta give it a quick taste. Holding open her cheeks, I drop my face down between them and wrap my lips around her perfect pucker. My lips pushed against her tight ring, my tongue extended and traced that perfect circle, licking it a few times before dripping inside. She shuddered as my tongue entered her. I absolutely love rimming that asshole. Something so devilishly perverse about sticking my tongue up her shit hole. It's just so wrong, it's right. But I need to get to the fucking of that butt.
I flipped open the top, and began to pour. I dripped it over her ample cheeks and down her crack. Rubbing it all over until her twin globes are shining like they've been waxed. Water, (or pee?) and sweat are beading up across her butt. I coated my steely dick until it shined, and then proceeded to grease up that wonderful little hole I was going to fuck.
She exhaled slowly as I slipped a finger up her, working it easily in and out, and pouring little oil on it as it passed inside. I removed my finger, and put the nozzle up against her sphincter and gave the bottle a squeeze pumping a generous amount of oil directly up her rectum.
I saddled up behind and got into position, one hand on the small of her back, the other holding my solid cock by it's base, pointing it at it's target, her tight little asshole.
"You ready?"
A long exhale....and then, "As ready as I can be..."
I placed the head of my cock right up against her puckered hole, "It's all yours..."
And with that, she begins to rock back on to my cock, taking it at her pace. The bulbous head of my tool pops inside her tight ring fairly easily, and I so desperately wanted to hold on to her shoulders and just drive my meat into her, savagely ass fucking her as I just take what I want. But I let her be in control and decide how much to take at once. Her tight asshole gripping my shaft as I ever so slowly was permitted up her dark passage. She is rocking back and forth, grunting with each inch she takes. Soon enough she bottomed out and I was fully embedded in her tight back end. She pulled forward, withdrawing almost to the tip and then sliding all the way back to the base. I felt her knuckles brush my balls as she reached under and began fingering herself, "all right baby, it's all yours...."
Music to my ears, I shifted my grip to her hips and began to enjoy that butt of hers. Slowly at first, but steadily I began plugging away at her butt. Working a few inches at first, then more and more and before long I was taking long thrusts packing the full length of my cock in and out of her well oiled asshole.
And packing tha
t ass is just how it felt. Her tight velvety tube gripped my cock shaft like tourniquet as I slid back and forth through her well toned muscle ring.
Once or twice I pulled out just enough for little air to be pushed inside her. We were covered in so much oil that I knew it would make some beautifully sloppy sounds as it bubbled and popped out around my well oiled stick.
Her hand brushing across my balls as I worked in and out of her, her grunts as I pushed my thick cock up her ass, and the occasional wet, sloppy sounds her butt hole made as the air was pushed in and then escaped around my shaft was making my head spin. I could feel my orgasm approaching and I picked up speed. Ramming her sweaty ass over and over again. We were both making sounds more animal than human as our flesh slapped together.
"Uhhh...I'm gonna cum. I want to fill that tight shit pipe with cream baby."
"Ooohhh yesss....let me feel that hot load inside...do it honey...cum in my butt..."
And with that I released. One hard push and I was as far inside her ass as possible and my balls were emptying their wad. It felt like a jolt of electricity every time my dick twitched and I send another load up her rectum. She pushed back and squeezed hard as she rocked side to side, "yesss baby, I can feel that hot cum seep inside...keep filling me up..." She groaned as I ejaculated my last squirt up her butt.
I leaned into her and trying to catch my breath. It wasn't long before I began to soften a bit. And an urge I thought was gone returned. I was getting soft enough to pee. A devilish thought occurred. "You like all that hot cum inside you?"
"Ooohhh yes," she said, "feeling that warmth of your load explode and fill me up like it does. It's nice and warm, kind of relaxing. Wait, what do you have in mind?"
I don't answer. I just release my bladder while I'm still buried in my wife's shitter. My warm pee filled up her rectum like a hot piss enema.
She jumped a bit at first, and then settled into it, "mmmmm.....fucking kinky...damn that feels soooo good." She moaned as I empty my bladder in her. I was still hard enough to fuck a bit and begin to work my cock in and out of her liquid filled bowels. A few strokes and I became too limp to continue. Slipping out with a wet "pop!" She flinches a bit and sits up. "Whew! That was fucking wild...but now...." She eyed the toilet. I could see the look on her face and she did seem to be straining a bit.
I helped her up and turned on the shower for a quick rinse, scrubbing off the oil and rinsing the assorted bodily fluids off, I leave her to her porcelain throne, as she was when as this started, to expel the contents of that beautiful, that perfect, that highly fuckable ass. I closed the door just as I heard her sigh of relief as she relaxed that recently fucked asshole and allowed the contents to be emptied into the bowl below her.
The End.
House Guest
PREPARING FOR A GUEST
Poor Jeremy, Kristen thought as she pulled the freshly laundered sheets from the dryer. She walked down the hall with them bundled in her arms toward the guest room. With the kids away at camp she was taking advantage of the uninterrupted days to get caught up on housework and projects. That was, until, her husband's best friend had called and said he'd like to come down to visit for a couple days.
Her husband Brandon, and Jeremy had been friends since childhood. Until recently, Jeremy had been married to Lori and the two couples had been close. They vacationed together and their children were friends, closer really, more like cousins. Jeremy had said that Lori had the kids this week and the he just needed to get away for a while. So instead of cleaning out the hall closet Kristen began making up the guest room for their friend. She went down the list: clean sheets-check, vacuumed-check, clean towels in the closet-check, beer in the fridge and coffee in the cabinet-check.
Just after six Brandon arrived home from work and he and Kristen began preparing dinner together. Kristen, having very little desire to or experience with cooking usually didn't stray farther than chopping vegetables and setting the table. Brandon on the other hand both enjoyed cooking and worked his way around the kitchen easily. He prepared the steaks for the grill, started the couscous salad, and began preparing the blackberry cobbler for dessert all at once it seemed. They moved together comfortably in the kitchen together. Which, after nearly 20 years together was as it should be, Kristen thought.
"How much time do we have until Jeremy gets here? I don't want to put the steaks on too early," Brandon asked. At a breaking point, he stopped, leaned back against the counter and took a pull from his beer bottle. He liked to watch Kristen in the kitchen. Well, he liked to watch Kristen anywhere. The summery skirt she wore today reminded him of sunflowers. All these years together and he thought she was more beautiful now than when they first met. He felt a pang of sadness as he thought of his friend. Jeremy and Lori had been married nearly as long as he and Kristen had been. He didn't understand how they had let their relationship fall apart like they did. Over the past few years it was getting less and less fun to hang out with them as they fought more and more often. Well, the hard part was over for Jeremy and Lori. Now they both were getting their lives back in order, just this time without each other. Brandon was glad his friend was coming. It had been a long while since they had hung out.
"Any minute now, I think. But I would wait on the steaks. Jeremy said he was leaving work early, around two o'clock," Kristen answered. "If he left at two, which is doubtful, he should be arriving about six-thirty." She swiped the last of the cut zucchini into the bowl then turned to face her husband.
"If we have a few minutes, I can think of a few ways to spend them," he said with a grin spreading across his face. Kristen crossed to him and he folded her into his arms and kissed her sweetly. He took her left hand, their wedding rings made that soft clink sound she loved, and he twirled her around so that her back was to him and his arms wrapped around her waist. His erection pressed firmly into her low back.
She smiled and lifted her chin to his neck and laughed, "I think walking in and finding us fucking over his uncooked dinner is not the welcome Jeremy would be expecting."
Brandon leaned down to kiss her again and, as if on cue, truck tires could be heard pulling onto the gravel driveway. "Jeremy's here!" they said together.
When Jeremy swooped in through the door, larger than life as usual, Kristen thought she detected a shadow behind the smile. He stepped into the kitchen extending a hand to Brandon who pulled Jeremy into a hug and, like men do, pounded each other on the back. Then Jeremy turned to Kristen, scooped her into a hug, dipped her just like in an old movie and planted a kiss on her cheek. When he'd stood her on her feet again she'd forgotten about the sad shadow she thought she'd seen.
BETWEEN FRIENDS
They ate on the patio, enjoying the warm summer evening. They talked mostly of work, movies, friends and a little politics. Brandon thought Jeremy sounded sad still when they spoke of Lori or about the arrangement with their kids. He misses them. All of them, he thought sadly. But all in all, the discussions were relaxing and comfortable and gave them the excuse to sit and drink wine until the sun sank low in the purpling sky.
"The stars are amazing here," Jeremy offered as they lay on the blanket Kristen had brought out and spread in the middle of the grass. Kristen laid with her head on Brandon's lap and her feet on Jeremy's legs so that they made a lopsided H on the ground.
Brandon pointed up to the sky above them, "There's a satellite. Heading north, kinda dim, going by that bright star there. It is a wonder that spotting satellites never loses its appeal. They just look like little stars gliding through the sky but I never get bored looking for them."
"I see it," Jeremy said.
"I'd look but I can't keep my eyes open. I was on my feet so much today just getting stuff done around the house. It feels good to close my eyes for a bit," Kristen replied, her voice muddled a little with drink and sleep.
Jeremy sat up and began to rub her feet. He and Brandon continued to talk softly of the stars and satellites and Kristen tried to listen but her head became
more foggy for her feet felt so great with Jeremy rubbing them. Tension melted away and the warmth of well being crept through her. It felt divine. Jeremy's hands moved from her feet to her ankles and calf, rubbing in gentle small circles, working out sore stiff muscles and heating her skin. Oh, boy, I should probably move, she thought. Kirsten stole a glance at Brandon wondering if he was noticing that Jeremy's hands were roaming a little farther than maybe they should. Her eyes locked on Brandon's and she knew he had noticed. Just as he noticed that Jeremy's hands continued to move a little farther up her leg and that she seemed to be responding to his touch. Her breath hitched expecting his displeasure but the familiarity of nearly 20 years allowed for so much to be communicated within a look.
At once she was remembering a time a long while back that she and Brandon were making up fantasies and they had talked about one that involved Jeremy. It felt like a harmless fantasy then because it seemed such an impossibility. But now...
Brandon looked away from her and at Jeremy. She didn't know what was said in that significant look, but like she and Brandon, Jeremy and Brandon had been friends most of their lives, and volumes could be spoken in a glance.
Then, on that unspoken word, Jeremy's hand glided up Kristen's inner thigh sending flames of heat up her legs. Trepidation and desire bloomed simultaneously low in her belly - a ball of heat that began to spread. Jeremy leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her back and shoulders. He lifted her and rolled back so that she sat astride him on the blanket. He held her there with his hands on her hips, her skirt draped across his stomach, and he watched her face, his eyes asking and wanting.
She had not expected this. Confusion, fear, and anticipation warred in her head trying to make sense of the situation. Then, through the darkness she felt, more that saw, her husband move to sit behind her and enfold her shoulders with his right arm, holding her comfortingly to his chest. And the war in her head was over. Desire and anticipation won out, all but gagging the little voice of warning that still protested in her head.