D and I were an item for about 4 years.
She had been married since her late teens and hadn't been outside the nest aside from some flirting and fumbling once or twice, so her experience was limited to the fairly conventional tastes of her spouse. I met him a few times and he seemed OK, a very straight type. He left her for someone else, so when I took up with her she was uncertain, inexperienced and a bit of a mess but determined to get on with life. (Oh, and her ex had a really large member which had limited the ways they could go at it without hurting her, given her fairly petite form, but more of that another time.)
I had always wanted to have a woman pee on me and in my mouth, (disgusting, no?), and over time, I dropped hints for D and gradually set the scene. One evening, to celebrate a really big commissioned sale, I arrived at her place with a nice bottle of campaign, and we sat in the lounge room and toasted good fortune. It went to our heads pretty quickly on empty stomachs, and D said she needed to pee. I made a game of delaying her and said I wouldn't let her go until I'd eaten her for a bit as I'd been thinking about it all day. She giggled and laughing said, "you'd better be careful mister, you might get a nasty surprise", and we continued on that track until I got her panties off and started to eat her out.
She was very aroused by this time, and I was enjoying it a great deal, along with the threat of getting a face full of hot pee. I told her I wanted her on top of me, and lay on the carpet while she straddled me. We were still both fully dressed and she lifted her skirt and put herself against my mouth so I could continue to work on her very slippery parts. She said she really had to go, and, saying nothing, I wrapped my arms around her thighs, compelling her to stay in place as I urgently worked her with my mouth, holding it open around her.
I can't really describe the thrill when I felt the first few warm, salty drops trickle over my tongue. I sometimes hear people say that a long-cherished fantasy, once acted out, was usually a disappointment. This is not my experience, quite to the contrary, actually. This milestone elated me, I desperately wanted more and I kept at her while she dripped little liquid treats into my waiting, eager mouth with a surprising degree of control and precision. After a while, she said, "wait here you dirty, filthy bastard", and this time I let her up. She came back with three or four thick bath towels, (I know, you couldn't stop worrying about the carpet, right? :), put them under my head and shoulders, and squatted back down, this time facing the other way, her backside toward the top of my head, and commenced to ride herself back and forth, stopping every now and then so that I could use my tongue and take some more of her salty liquor. I was ecstatic, I had dreamed feverishly about this very moment, never really, seriously imagining it could ever, in real life, happen for me and here I was, as happy as I think I've ever been.
I didn't swallow much in the end, with the towels there I was able to hold it in my mouth, then expel it over my cheeks and let it run down around my neck, soaking into my hair and the towels beneath me. D came like that, right over me, with a last gurgling squirt that so caught me by surprise that I almost swallowed the lot, and some certainly made it's way down my throat. She had trouble getting up on her rubbery, post-cum thighs, so I pushed my hands up under her arms and helped lift her from where I lay and we went wrapped in each others' arms to the bathroom and showered together where she teased me the whole while. (We had the deal that I would only cum once she was completely satiated, so I knew she was just amusing herself at this point.) When she got out, I watched her as she finished emptying her bladder in the toilet, (yes, she still had some left), looking straight into my face with a filthy look of mock insolence, and then we staggered to the kitchen for the dinner she had prepared for the occasion.
The rest of the evening was relatively gentle and conventional and affectionate. I let her set the pace and she drew it out forever and when I finally climaxed, it was long and deep and complete and wonderful. It must be a testament to my level of depravity that I have never, (neither at the time nor since), felt the slightest remorse or revulsion over this event, I still recall it with great warmth, pleasure and fondness whenever it comes to mind.
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