Getting Wet and Wild Pt 1 [MF] [Watersports]

“Come on! Tell me.” Maryann said, turning her golden-brown eyes up in that perfect, pleading puppy dog way. This tactic almost always worked for her. The defense-dropping expression only further enhanced her already cute features, and people often caved they moment they laid eyes on it, giving her whatever she wanted. So, using it against her boyfriend Dylan seemed like a guaranteed success. However, in this particular case, her attempt at innocence probably would have been more effective had her hand not been languidly pumping up and down his dick. “Whatever you want. I promise.”

She laid on her side next to him, naked save for a pair of bright lace panties, and the nipples of her large breasts poked into his biceps. His gaze drifted down to her sizeable mounds before returning to her curious face. His blue eyes swam with lust… and a hidden desire that Maryann desperately wanted to drag out of him. He groaned under the steady stroking of her arm, his hands clenched into fists and his bottom lip captured between his teeth. “It’s… fine. Really.”

With a burst of energy, she jerked her hand faster, making him gasp and squirm from the unexpected but not unwanted sensation. His hips bounced to meet her strokes and she grinned at the constant stream of “oh fucks” and “ahs” that came out of her boyfriend’s mouth. Closer and closer she brought him to the edge, and then… she stopped. As much as she knew how to get him going, she also understood the value of knowing when to hit the brakes and leave him panting and wanting. She giggled at his frustrated groan, his fingers digging into his shaggy blond hair.

“I’m giving you the chance to live out any fantasy you want, and you’re telling me ‘it’s fine’?” She rolled her eyes and went back to slow pumps of Dylan’s rock-hard and throbbing shaft. “Yeah, right. That means it must be something… especially naughty.”

What started as a present to her boyfriend on his birthday — at least a personal present beyond the physical video game she got him — had become a mission to uncover whatever secret fantasy he apparently held. She had assumed he’d asked for a threesome or even anal, neither of which would have thrilled her, but she would have gone along with it, even if just to give it a whirl. However, when he hesitated and then tried to tell her he didn’t have any fantasies, she knew something was amiss, and she wanted to find out what.

“Something really kinky,” she whispered, her breath heavy with lust. She shifted her body, pushing her legs out and bending down to lower her face toward his cock. “Which makes it…” Voice dripping with seduction, she parted her lips. “Even…” She moved even closer, pausing right before her mouth enveloped his head. “Hotter.” His cock leaked precum from her warm breath on its tip. “But if you’d rather not, then I guess I can just play on my phone.”

Maryann popped back up and dropped her head onto her pillow, releasing her grip on him and reaching for her phone. A smirk on her lips, she pretended to concentrate on the screen while Dylan used a pillow to cover his face and let out a muffled scream. She had tried the puppy dog approach. Time to act the vicious feline, playing with its food.

“Okay! Okay, fine! But… you promise you won’t get freaked out and that you’d actually do it?”

Maryann snorted. “No. I retain all right to back out if you’re going to make me, like, pretend to be your daughter or something.”

“What? No.”

“Okay, good!” She tossed her phone onto the nightstand and turned back toward him with an excited smile. “Then tell me. Are you into feet?” she guessed, her eyes wide with imagined wonder. “Want me to jerk you off with my soles?”

“No, I—”

“Maybe you want to tie me up? Spank my ass?” The possibilities flooded her mind, the gates of perversion open now that Dylan agreed to tell her his secret kink. She was so eager to know that she couldn’t help trying to guess it, grasping at every fetish that flew into her head. Except, apparently the right one. “I’m a schoolgirl and you’re my naughty professor? Go down on you while—”

“I want to pee on you!”

Maryann stopped mid-sentence with her lips still parted. She stared at her boyfriend, a little caught off guard, and he met her gaze with a matched expression, as though he took himself by surprise blurting it out. She never expected this one — but unexpected wasn’t disgusted or uninterested. While she didn’t think it’d really do much for her personally, though a tingle did rush through her at the thought, she never imagined her boyfriend was into something like that. Something so… degrading.

Dylan broke eye contact first, turning his face away and opening his mouth. She sensed his embarrassment, his bubbling regret, and cut him off before he could say anything. “I guess I was right. It is especially naughty.”

“You don’t have to,” Dylan said. His voice still held a bit of uncertainty, but his re-stiffening cock did not. “Right of refusal and all.”

“No, let’s do it!” She sat up on her knees, the mattress creaking under her shifting weight. She grinned down at her boyfriend, and he bolted up once he realized she meant it, his hand finding her bare breast and his lips meeting hers. She moaned into his mouth and his free hand slid into her auburn locks. She giggled when his caress on her chest turned into a pinch of her nipples. They broke apart and she gave his shaft one last stroke. “Come on.”

Maryann followed Dylan into the bathroom, elated over the kinky act she was about to subject herself to. It felt odd to have a bounce in her step over something so perverted, but the depravity made her insides dance. Dylan stopped near the front of their standing shower and waited by the side of the glass door, a nervous smile on his lips. She was about walk in when she remembered her panties. “One sec.”

Pushing them down her wide hips and over her thighs, she lifted her legs one by one and dangled the flimsy material from a finger before letting it to drop to the tile floor. She allowed her boyfriend to admire her naked body for a moment, his crystal eyes traveling past her breasts to her trimmed patch of curls and bare wet lips. She wondered if he was planning where to aim his stream and the notion made her shiver in arousal.

Sauntering past Dylan and trailing her fingers across his abs and over the base of his cock, she entered the shower and lowered herself down to her knees.

She never imagined she would find herself in a position like this when she came up with the idea for his birthday but the pounding of her heart from sheer anticipation made it obvious that she was thrilled she did. Thrilled to have her boyfriend urinate on her. She almost snickered in delight but caught herself. She didn’t want to make him gun shy. Chest heaving, she watched her boyfriend step into the shower and advance toward her, his half-hard cock bobbing and swaying and coming to a stop two feet away.

He took his shaft in hand and pointed it at her, and Maryann turned her face up to him and waited with an openmouthed smile.

“Sorry, I just… need a second,” he said after a half-minute of inactivity. His cock had stiffened even more from just staring at her kneeling, naked body, and he closed his eyes and furrowed his brow in concentration. Whatever he was doing must have done the trick because his cock began deflating before her eyes, and just as she was about to say something to encourage him, he groaned, and a trickle emerged from his tip. Seconds later, the trickle turned into a full stream.

Maryann gasped, a blast of yellow-tinged piss spraying onto her tits. At the exclamation, Dylan opened his eyes, and they gaped at each other in wide-eyed, lust-hazed astonishment, the disbelief of fantasy becoming reality sinking in. Then, a low moan rumbled from his throat and he dropped his gaze toward her piss-wet breasts, directing his stream all across the large expanses of flesh. She followed his eyes and let out a soft whimper of her own at the sight of her boyfriend’s pee washing over her body.

It was such a debaucherous image, and despite what she thought earlier of it not doing anything for her, the hot liquid flowing down her breasts and across her nipples — the hot, bodily waste of a liquid — made her stomach flutter and her pussy spasm. The heat of it surprised her but the pee quickly cooled as it ran down her tits, dripping off onto her thighs and the shower floor below. She stayed stationary as Dylan aimed his stream all over, rinsing her heavy globes, and then he paused right in between them, allowing his urine to pour down her cleavage.

She wondered what he’d do next. Whether he’d move his flow down… or up toward her face. His hot piss bathing her pretty features: her cheeks, her nose, her lips. She wondered if she’d open her mouth. Again, her pussy quivered, her mind filling with the tableau of her boyfriend pissing into her mouth, degrading her fully and thoroughly by using her face like a dirty men’s room urinal. Did she actually want that? Or was she just caught up in the moment? Before she could think too long on it, Dylan shifted downward, splashing hot urine over her stomach and into her bellybutton and then stopping right above her cunt.

Her face twisted into a mask of wanton desire from the odd sensation and knowledge that it was her boyfriend’s piss soaking her pubes and that the wetness between her legs wasn’t just from her own arousal. Moaning and whimpering, she spread her legs further apart, letting him utterly hose her pussy down.

His stream soon started to dwindle, and Dylan stepped closer to make sure every drop landed on her. The movement caused his piss to hit her clit, and she almost exploded on the spot. With a satisfied sigh, he finally finished, and the second his cock stopped pissing, Maryann leaned forward, opened her mouth, and took him inside.

She bobbed her head back and forth feverishly, sucking him back to hardness in record time. She didn’t bother trying to take all of him down her throat and instead concentrated on taking in as much as she could into her mouth. She was blowing her boyfriend in their shower stall, seconds after he had peed on her. Her hand found her wet lower lips and her fingers flew across them just as rapidly as her mouth on his dick. Quick, sharp breaths came from her nose as she brought both herself and Dylan closer and closer to orgasm. His hand found her head and guided her bobbing. Droplets of piss flew off her bouncing tits. And her taste buds, whether true or not, thought they tasted some lingering remains of bitter waste.

The vibrations of her throat as she came sent Dylan rushing over the edge, her hums and moans making his dick throb. Ropes of his jizz flooded her mouth and she swallowed again and again, gulping down every drop and riding out her own orgasm, fingers dripping with cum and piss.

“Holy shit,” Dylan panted when she released his cock after a half-minute of extra nuzzling. She backed away and he stared down at her wet, naked body. Drool coated her chin from her frantic blowjob. Her heaving tits glistened with his piss. And she smiled up at him, golden eyes swimming with happiness.

“Happy birthday.”

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