“And just think about what we just finished doing. I just got done fucking your best friend. And not just once, but twice. And you just got done letting your best friend’s husband fuck you. And we did every bit of that right in front of each other. How many couples ever get to experience something as special and unique as that?”
“You’re absolutely right,” Sally finally confessed. “I’ve just been pulling your chain. That’s all. The truth is I like you much better as a middle-age, cuckold husband, than I ever did as a bad boy. And by the way, I lied to you when I told you I didn’t want you to wake me up tonight, while you’re raping me.”
“Just for that, I’m not gonna cum inside you,” I threatened her.
“I’ll believe that when I see it,” Sally said, as she flipped the front of her cheer leader skirt up to show me that she didn’t have any panties on, spread her legs apart, reached down into her crotch, and began teasing me, by openly massaging and fingering her pussy mound.
“Damn it, Sally! What are you tryin’ to do? Give me a hard-on? I really do need to start this van up sometime.”
“I’ve got a better idea. Why don’t you and I go behind the bushes over there, and have a doggie-style quickie, with our clothes on?” Sally suggested, as she was gesturing towards the large bush at the front left corner of Pete and Linda’s house.
“You are one horny little bitch! Aren’t you?” I said in a forced whisper, as Sally and I were getting out of the minivan.
“That’s what I keep tellin’ you,” Sally whispered back, as she took me by the hand, and led me back behind the large bush, while she kept nervously looking up and down the neighborhood street, to make sure that no one was watching us.
Then Sally squatted down in front of me, pulled down the zipper at the front of my pants, pulled my dick out of my underwear, and gave me a very-quick-but-effective blowjob that made my penis rapidly become erect.
While she was doing that, I heard a soft, splashing noise. And I immediately suspected that Sally was peeing on the lawn, between her two spread-apart feet, while she was sucking my dick.
“Are you peeing right now?” I asked in a whisper, just to confirm my suspicions. And Sally just nodded her head, as she kept on sucking away on the head of my dick, and pumping up and down on my shaft with her hand.
She also kept on pissing, until she had finally managed to empty her bladder.
“Be careful. Don’t step in the puddle!” Sally warned me, as she stood up, took a couple steps away from her own urine puddle, and turned around to face the wall of the house. Then she spread her legs apart, and bent over at the waist, with both of her arms straightened-out, and the palms of her hands pressed up against the brick siding of the house for support.
I took a wide step back from where I thought Sally’s urine puddle was–it was so dark outside, that I could barely make it out–and I moved in to stand behind her. Then I pressed the tip of my dick up against the middle of her baby-bare vulva, and her wet slit naturally gave way, to allow my dick to slide up inside her creampied baby-making hole. And I began humping away at Sally’s already-pregnant pussy like a madman, as I was intentionally trying to make myself cum inside her pussy as quickly as I possibly could. After all, Sally herself had asked for a “quickie”. And so that was exactly what I was attempting to give her.
I was on the verge of orgasming, when I heard a strange female voice call out from the sidewalk, in front of the house, “Hey! What’re you two kids doin’ other there?”
My vaginal thrusting came to an abrupt halt, and I looked over towards the street to see who was talking to us. It was an older lady, who was out walking her small dog, late at night.
“Nothing, Ma’am. My boyfriend and I are just havin’ a little harmless fun. That’s all,” Sally called back, intentionally using a variation of her “little girl” voice.
At the same time that Sally was talking to the stranger on the sidewalk, I could feel her repeatedly clamping down the muscles surrounding her vaginal entrance, to try to squeeze the sperm out of my now-stationary penis. She had also tilted her pelvis farther back, and was gently rocking her hips from side-to-side, as she was bearing down on her lower abdominal muscles in such a way, so as to repeatedly rub the firm, protruding neck of her uterus across the blood-engorged head of my dick.
And Sally’s efforts worked. My dick began pulsating deep inside her, giving her cervix a liberal coating of my sperm, as I heard the older lady say, “Well don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
“Don’t worry. We won’t. You have a wonderful evening, Ma’am,” Sally called back, still using that higher-pitched “young girl” voice of hers, as the dog-walking lady continued on her merry way down the sidewalk.
“Same to you,” the dog-walking lady called back, over her shoulder.
While we were still coupled-up doggie-style, with my sperm-release finally coming to an end, Sally and I both started giggling away uncontrollably, like two small kids, who had just gotten caught with their hands in the cookie jar.
Then, all of the sudden, Sally began to spontaneously orgasm her ass off, flooding my still-inserted penis with her warm orgasmic juices, in the process.
And while she was doing that, she cried out in a very long, high-pitched, nasally-sounding squeal. It was an orgasmic vocalization that I had never heard come out of Sally’s mouth before, and one that I thought was going to eventually wake up the whole neighborhood.
Afterwards, Sally looked around at me, and said in a forced whisper, “Now tell me that wasn’t fucking awesome! Did I sound like a cat that was gettin’ fucked out in the bushes?”
“Oh hell yes! You scared me to death. I thought something was wrong with you. But now that you mention it, you did sound exactly like a female cat does when she’s letting a male cat make babies with her,” I whispered back, as I was finally pulling my dick out of her fuck-hole, and then pulling my pants back up.
“And I’ll tell you something right now, Sweetie,” said Sally, standing up to face me, and then straightening out the large pleats on her short skirt with her hands. “I don’t care how good-looking Pete is, he doesn’t hold a candle to you, when it comes to sex.”
And as I was walking back to the minivan with Sally’s hand in mine, I thought to myself, Yeah. And I don’t hold a candle to Henry. Or to your Uncle Jerry. But at least, I know where I stand with you. I just have to be careful not to step in the puddle. That’s all.
And that’s when a big smile broke out on my face. And, at that very moment, as far as I was concerned, life was as good as it gets.
“I’ve gotta pee like a racehorse,” I told Sally, as I was pulling the van away from the curb and getting ready to drive off down the street.
“It’s a little late for that now, isn’t it?” Sally remarked. “You should’ve gone ahead and done it, back behind the bushes, just like I did.”
“I couldn’t. You had your mouth wrapped around my dick. Remember?”
“So? That shouldn’t have stopped you.”
“But I’ve never pissed in your mouth before.”
“No, you haven’t. Have you,” Sally agreed, and then asked me point blank, “But would you like to sometime? ‘Cuz, just in case you’re wondering, the taste of urine doesn’t really bother me at all. In fact, it kind of turns me on. At least, Linda’s urine does.”
“God, you are one kinky little bitch! Aren’t you?”
“No more kinky than you are, Sweetheart. And that’s ‘cuz it’s impossible to eat out a girl’s pussy, without tasting her urine. And just think about how many times you’ve eaten my little pussy out over the last decade. It’s mind-boggling, isn’t it? So yes. You have my explicit permission to go ahead and pee in my mouth next time. All I ask is that you warn me first, before you start peeing. Deal?”
“Deal,” I automatically replied, thought about it for a moment, and then asked Sally, “Would you like to pee in my mouth sometime?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” Sally chirped right back enthusiastically.
And then Sally quickly switched over to using her “little girl” voice, as she went on to confess to me, “I used to tinkle in my daddy’s mouth. He really liked that a lot. And so did my Uncle Jerry. I’ve been such a naughty little girl. Maybe you ought to spank me, when we get home.”
“Maybe I should…”
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