1. South by Key West (The Peequel to the Golden Series)


    Date: 8/10/2016, Categories: Fetish, Author: MrNiceguy888, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    the hope I could arc a stream of piss into the bowl. I managed to launch a few spurts that arced toward the toilet. Each time though, before I could adjust my aim into the bowl the flow ended. I bet there are eighty year old men that could maintain a steadier stream. It was about then that Chelsea chimed in, “Just so you know, you better clean that up after.” “Sssshh!” I said to silence Chelsea’s laughter. It just wasn’t working. I don’t know if it could have helped any, but if I weren’t afraid of getting hit by lightning I would have gone outside and pissed off the back of the roof. There was only one tried and true solution for getting rid of a hard on that came to mind: I would have to fuck Chelsea first. Instead of waiting to piss I pulled Chelsea over and leaned her up against the wall. Crouching down behind Chelsea’s long legs and I began the tasty preparation. I could have licked her sweet pussy longer, but my discomfort only afforded me an abbreviated effort. Standing I passed my cock under Chelsea’s ass cheeks and easily slide into her welcoming wetness. I found myself fucking Chelsea rather gently though. I quickly realized that every time I drove my cock into Chelsea, that her butt would press into my stomach and squeeze my bladder. It was really unbearable, but it seemed to be creating a pressure that could overcome my hard-on’s capacity to staunch my piss. “Are you alright?” Chelsea asked. “I’m okay, just give me a second,” I said. An idea began forming in my ...
    head. I pulled out from Chelsea and said, “Come on, let’s get in the tub.” I adjusted the shower and we stepped into the bath tub. Sliding up behind Chelsea, I pushed my cock back into her silky pussy. As we fucked my thrusts kept compressing my bladder, and, when I felt I couldn’t take it any more, I pulled out and tried to piss on Chelsea’s ass. Other than a few spastics spurt of piss though, there was no relief. It was torture, but considering the circumstance, a pretty pleasant torture. I kept fucking Chelsea while continuing my futile attempts to piss. Without Chelsea’s ass pressing into my stomach though, I was just too hard to pee. That’s when another light went off in my head. I slide back inside Chelsea’s pussy and once I was nice and wet with pussy juice I slid out. I took my dick in my hand and aimed it carefully at Chelsea’s tight little asshole. Finding the target I slowly began pushing my cock in. Once I got through her threshold’s initial resistance Chelsea began pushing back against my cock. I fucked Chelsea until I was nice and deep inside her ass and then began just holding her tight against me. My hands felt over her body, feeling handfuls of Chelsea’s breasts, roving all over her naked midriff and especially stroking and probing and her wet pussy. Chelsea began rhythmically thrusting her ass back against me and I needed to tell her to stop. “Why?” she asked. “Just let me relax inside you for a moment,” I said. I held Chelsea tight against me with her round ...
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