How the [M]ILF next door played with my soft cock, my foreskin and made me pee in the wine glass in front of her.

TL:DR; at the end.

**This is part four.**

Part 1:

[https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kezp8i/my_virgin_catholic_24_yo_self_m_gets_first_sexual/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kezp8i/my_virgin_catholic_24_yo_self_m_gets_first_sexual/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

Part 2:

[https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/keztbo/how_my_second_sexual_experience_ended_up_being_me/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/keztbo/how_my_second_sexual_experience_ended_up_being_me/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

Part 3:

[https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kf2157/milf_next_door_the_golden_shower_or_how_i_became/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kf2157/milf_next_door_the_golden_shower_or_how_i_became/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

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Another morning jog in the dark, not a single soul anywhere. Lights flicker by the river as I pass under them, trying to my running time. I came back home and even though there was dense fog present, day was slowly starting.

I ran past my 43 year old neighbours house, but she was nowhere to be seen. A light was on in the first floor, but I couldn’t see her. I went home, took a nice hot shower and got dressed. I was contemplating if I should go over or not, but I then decided to do it after I drink some coffee.

In about an hour I found myself ringing her doorbell. She opened, dressed in a nicely fashion which surely wasn’t meant for laying around at home.
“Oh hey, I was wondering if you were coming today,” she greated me with a beautiful smile. “But I’m just going to the shops now, I have to buy some stuff. I will be back after lunch, will you come then?”
I said that I would and went back home and just did normal stuff until lunch and then watched some TV.

At around 3 pm she opened her door for the second time that day, this time she was wearing a dark dress with an open cut in the front. I could see the shape of her slowly sagging, but still amazing breasts. Looked like she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her legs were covered in dark fishnet stockings and she was bare foot. She was waiting for me to come, no doubt.

We got inside and for the first time ever, we walked up the stairs and not down the stairs. We enter her living room, it was somehow very clean in terms of interior design. A smaller table by the U-shaped couch, a single Marilyn Monroe painting on the wall and a large TV.

I sat on the couch and she poured me a massive glass of white wine. She did the same for her and we chatted a bit, slowly sipping the wine. Occasionaly, she would cross her legs in a way that I could see her dense bush underneath her dress. She didn’t wear knickers.

After about half an hour, the wine was starting to do it’s job and I could feel a bit tipsy. She was louder then too, laughing with me to almost anything we talked about.
“Undress for me,” she said after some time and I obeyed.

I removed my jeans, my sweatshirt, my T-shirt and finally my boxer shorts. I was only left with socks and my small limp uncut penis and a big bag of shame. Even though I was a bit drunk already, I was still not comfortable about my penis when it was soft. Once I get hard it’s a very nice size, firm and thick penis. Veins form a pleasant texture and some of the head is exposed from my foreskin. But when soft, my penis is completely covered with foreskin. It’s small and halfway down where my balls hang.

With a red brushed cheeks, I sat down on the couch and sipped some more of that wine.
“What a beautiful foreskin,” she said after some time. I never though women would enjoy foreskin.
“T-thanks,” I replied.
“And what a small soft cock. It’s not even the size of my smallest vibrator right now,” she said with a smile and laughed out loud. I laughed with her, uncomfortably.

“Let me get something,” she said and stood up. She walked to another room and came back with some measuring tape.
“Let’s measure you up,” she said and laughed some more.
I stood up and she sat in front of me. She lifted my soft penis in her soft hand, I was barely covering her the lenght of her fingers and she moved the measuring tape closer.
“This is so pathetic, I have never even seen such a small cock before,” she said and laughed some more.

There was no way I could get hard then. I was drunk and humiliated. It felt like my penis was getting smaller, not bigger.
She went to that same room again and brough back a small red bullet vibrator. She put it beside my penis and the vibrator truly was bigger.
“Look, it’s much bigger,” she said.

I didn’t know what to say, I knew she was enjoying this but I didn’t know how to respond.
“I … I-I … it’s …” I tried to say, but nothing came out.
“No, no. Shush, don’t talk. You don’t have to say anything. I don’t need words from someone like you,” she said and smiled at me. She was still comparing her red vibrator to my small limp dick.

She then sat on the couched, leaned back and put the legs up. Her dress fell down to her belly, exposing her massive bush and she gave the vibrator a few wet licks. She then started to massage her clitoris with it and soon she started to put it inside her.
“I can’t feel much and this one is even vibrating!” she said and laughed out loud. “Imagine how your small cock would be, I can’t feel a thing!”

I was dying of embarassment, she was just laughing there at me and I was sipping wine from time to time as my small penis was out in the open so that she could mock it all the time.
She stopped using the vibrator and told me to come over. I came to her and she turned me around and put me into a doggy position. She then spit on my asshole and put the small vibrator inside. She was right, I couldn’t feel anything compared to her strap-on. It truly was pathetic, I was pathetic. I liked it.

She took it out and said, “See? Nothing? Zero.”
“N-nothing,” I said.
She placed the vibrator on the table and took off her dress. We were now sitting next to each other, our body sides touched. She was only wearing the stockings then and the suspenders. She poured more wine for us and we continued our conversation.
“Hey, don’t worry. I like how small you are. I love to mock you,” she said.
“I … I like it too,” I replied.
She smiled and we drank more wine. I got more drunk with every sip, and felt that there was no way of getting my cock up.

She looked at my cock again. She went down with her hand and grabbed the tip of it with her thumb and index finger.
“And look, your foreskin,” she said. “Mmm, I love cocks with foreskin.”
She pulled it back gently and exposed my small head. Then put it back over. It felt amazing, but he wasn’t getting up in a million years.
“Let me see what this foreskin is like,” she said and got on the knees in front of me.
She put as much foreskin over my head as there was and she placed the tongue on the tip. She then slowly licked the foreskin, from time to time she put the tongue inside the foreskin and made her way around the head.
It felt amazing, but I couldn’t get hard.

She stopped and sat next to me once again. We drank more wine and soon, my bladder started to alert me. I had to take a piss urgently. I knew what was coming, but I didn’t know how or when.
“I need to go to the bathroom,” I said and stood up.
“Oh, you need to pee? No need for the bathroom,” she said and emptied her glass with three large gulps. “Come, pee in here.”
She grabbed my soft penis, put it inside the glass, including the balls and held it like that.
I started to produce a slow stream of warm slightly yellow liquid. I filled the glass about 3/4 and then stopped.
“I still have some … it won’t hold,” I said.
“Come,” she said and opened her mouth. She put my small soft penis in her mouth, the shape of her mouth looked almost as if she was sucking a straw. I released the stream again and she slowly swallowed all of the piss that was left in me.

I sat back down and observed the filled glass of piss on the table. She grabbed it and said, “Drink.”
I obeyed and drank the whole glass in one, as she leaned it with every sip I took. The taste was unpleasant, but I loved doing it.

“We are going to the spa now, I have something new prepared …” she said.
I got up and started to decend down the stairs with her. She opened the door to the spa and I saw it in the middle of the room … what was she going to do with me and that thing?

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Continuation coming up soon.

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TL:DR; I went back once again, we got naked on the couch and drank some wine. She made fun of my small soft penis. She measured it and compared it with her smallest vibrator … she then played with my foreskin some time. I had to pee in a wine glass and drink the entire thing. She also drank some of my piss that was left. We then go down to her spa once again.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kficnf/how_the_milf_next_door_played_with_my_soft_cock