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 Title : The Unbearable Lightness of Peeing

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   Synopsis : A girl fullfills a life-long interest in watersports.

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activity among persons under 16 in real life.

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   --==+==-

   Dawnielle Standridge was happy with her life.  She lived with her
brother, in a nice apartment in a hi-rise.  She was having sex with her
brother, too, that was one of her major happinesses.  They seemed made for
each other, they got along great, and after over four years of a deep
sexual relationship, they still turned each other on immensely.  She was
twenty years old, now, a tall, statuesque classical beauty, with long white
hair, thin and muscular.  She was a fox in every sense of the word.

   Dawnielle had started her sex life quite early, with some girls at camp.
She'd soon learned the pleasures of sucking cocks, and she had lost count
by now how many she'd sucked.  Her brother Grayson wasn't jealous of that,
he knew she played around, but he was the only guy she'd ever let fuck her.
She loved cocks, but she just didn't like guys that much.

   Dawnielle seemed to have a fascination with urine and urinating from her
earliest memory.  For instance, when she was three or four she went into
the bathroom with one of her older cousins, and watched him pee.  She was
almost jealous that he could stand and pee, and everything was out in the
open.  She stuck her hand in the stream and smelled it, and they both
giggled.  Later, he showed her something else, he sat like a girl and
wrapped his penis in toilet paper, and peed in it.  It quickly turned into
a soggy yellow mess, but for reasons she didn't understand it excited her.
She thought of these things later on in life, and had no idea why she
enjoyed thinking of them.

   When Dawnielle was around the ages of ten to twelve, she often
experimented with pee.  She would lay in the bath tub, her stomach
tightened up, pulling her groin up out of the water.  She would pee, then,
sending a spray straight up in the air, sometimes splashing down in her
face, even.  She had tasted her own pee many times, by now.  The bitter,
yellow taste excited her, though she just let it flow back out of her
mouth. She was afraid she'd get sick if she swallowed it.

   Kids are weird, sometimes.  Kids do weird things.  Dawnielle was
certainly no exception.  She would often wear a skirt to school, and no
panties.  She liked the freedom of no panties.  She didn't ever show off
her little pussy, she just liked to be pantyless.  Sometimes on the
playground she would squat down and pee, and walk away, leaving a wet spot
on the ground.  She did it once in the gym when she was alone there for a
few minutes, and was gratified at the excitement it caused when it was
discovered.  She realized quickly the power of pee.

   Dawnielle was fourteen when she first started fucking around with girls,
and there followed a few years when she forgot her pee obsession and just
pursued getting fucked by the right girl.  And finding the right cock to
suck.  She went through half a dozen girls and cocks, including the parents
of Lynette, one of her closest friends.  Once, at their houseboat at the
lake, she'd let Lynette's little brother Randy pee in her face, and that
had excited her to no end.  She still thought of that occasionally.

   Lynette knew all of Dawnielle's secrets, except for maybe the pee stuff,
and shared many of her goals, like finding Mr.  and Miss Right.  Other than
that, they seemed complete opposites.  Dawnielle was tall, and Lynette was
short.  Dawnielle was a platinum blonde, and had pale delicate skin, and
Lynette was a brunette with dark smooth skin.  Stuff like that.  Inside
their minds, they were much alike.  They always shared details of their
latest sexual conquests, and of their search in general.  Nothing seemed
off limits, they could talk about anything.

   Really, nothing was off limits.  They fucked each other with abandon,
even now that Dawnielle was twenty years old.  Lynette went to the same
college as Dawnielle, and they saw each other every day.  Lynette often
spent the night with Dawnielle and her brother, and their threesomes were
energetic and intense.  Grayson and Lynette meshed well, and he loved it
when she came over, he loved fucking his sister, but another girl always
spiced things up.  He was young enough that he could keep up with the two
of them with no problem.

   Once the three of them were laying in Dawnielle and Grayson's bed, and
the subject of the houseboat came up.  Lynette's parents owned a huge
houseboat, and the first time Dawnielle had gone out on it with them had
been a real eye-opener to Dawnielle.  She'd sucked Lynette's dad off, and
had her pussy eaten by him, and even made out with Lynette's mom.  And her
little brother, no less, she'd let Lynette's little brother butt-fuck her,
and before that had been when he'd peed on the girls, in the water.

   "That was so fuckin' sexy," breathed Dawnielle.  "I've thought a hundred
times of callin' Randy up and seeing if he'd pee on me again."

   The other two laughed.  "I'll pee on you any time," said Grayson,
waggling his cock at her.  "Why haven't you ever asked me to?"

   "Grayson," said Dawnielle, "you are so nasty-nice, I can't imagine you
getting into pee shit."

   "Shit, girl," said Lynette, "I'll pee on you any time.  It is sexy, I
admit.  Nasty, but sexy.  That's probably why it's so sexy, because it's
nasty."

   "It isn't that nasty..." said Dawnielle.  "Pee is sterile, when it comes
out.  It's not like shit, which is super germy."

   "Pee shit I'll do," said Grayson.  "Shit shit I won't."

   "God, Grayson," laughed Dawnielle.  "I can't imagine you licking one of
my turds."

   "Ugh," said Grayson.  It was true, Grayson was pretty anal about shit
like that.  Even insects freaked him out.  Dawnielle had to kill the
crickets and flies in their household.

   "Fuck turd shit," said Lynette.  "But, let's all pee on each other
someday."

   The next morning the three of them rose, tired out after a night of
fucking.  Grayson yawned, and went to the bathroom for his usual morning
shower.

   "Grayson, wait!" said Dawnielle.  "Let me and Lynette in, too.  Let's do
that shit we talked about last night."

   "As long as it's not shit, sure."

   "Well..." Dawnielle was embarrassed.  "I do have to shit...  I'm a
morning pooper..."

   "Oh, shit," said Grayson, rolling his eyes.  He was used to Dawnielle's
shit, at least.  Grayson ran the shower until it was hot, and he and
Lynette got in.  Dawnielle pooped, giggling self-consciously, wiped her ass
and then got into the shower.  It had been hard to poop without peeing, but
she had managed, saving up her pee for what they were about to do.  Grayson
and Lynette had their tongues in each others mouths when she got in, as
usual.

   "Shit!" said Lynette, pulling away from him.  "Dawnielle, you bitch, you
made me need to shit!"

   "Lynette," said Dawnielle, "you can poop, but don't pee."

   "I know, I know," grumbled Lynette.

   Lynette got out and sat on the throne, while Dawnielle and Grayson
wrapped their arms around each other.  They hugged and held each other, and
whispered love stuff in each others ears until Lynette got back into the
shower.

   "How do we do this shit, now?" said Lynette.

   "Hurry, I'm about to bust," said Grayson, turning off the shower head.

   "Lynette, I'll pee on you.  You pee on Grayson, and Grayson pees on me.
Grayson, you can go first, since you're about to pop." said Dawnielle.  The
other two nodded, agreeing.  "Next time we do this, we'll change around."

   "If there is a next time," said Lynette.

   "Oh, shit, there'll be a next time," said Dawnielle.  "I can tell you
that already."

   Lynette moved to the front of the shower, out of the way.  Dawnielle lay
on the floor, and Grayson straddled her.  Grayson's dick was getting hard,
just thinking about what he was fixing to do.  Dawnielle spread her legs as
best she could, and motioned to him.

   "Pee on my cunt, and then my face," she said, getting ready for his
stream.

   "Shit," said Grayson, already having a hard time getting it to start. 
Finally a stream of pee shot out his dick, and splashing heavily on
Dawnielle's pussy.  It felt great to her, hot and sexy, and when it hit her
clit she loved it even more.  The bathroom filled up with the smell of
urine.  Suddenly he splashed it up her body, on her tits, and then in her
face.  She stuck out her tongue and lapped it up, loving the almost sweet
yet bitter taste of his piss.  She felt it dripping down her forehead, and
splashing on her eyelids, even.  It was the sexiest thing he'd ever done to
her, ever.

   Finally, sadly, the stream ended.  A few little squirts, and that was
it.

   "Waah," said Dawnielle, and elbowed herself up.  Urine streamed down her
body, and she could still taste the strong taste in her mouth.  She shook
her head to clear her eyes, and opened them.  She motioned for Grayson to
lay down in the floor of the tub.

   He did, and Dawnielle and Lynette changed places, and Lynette straddled
Grayson.  She squatted, and aimed her pussy right at his face.

   "You really want it in your face?" she asked, and Grayson nodded. 
"Yeah, baby," he said, and almost immediately a spray of yellow fluid shot
from her urethra, right into his face.  He closed his eyes and stuck his
tongue out, tasting her piss, and reached up underneath her to finger her
asshole.  Lynette and Dawnielle giggled, and Lynette finally stood,
directing her pee down onto Grayson's now hard cock.

   "Oh, that feels good," he said, stroking himself, and the girls giggled
some more.  Lynette's stream trickled away to nothing, and Grayson raised
himself up.  He fondled Lynette's pissy pussy for a few moments.  It was
now Lynette's turn to lay down on the floor.  Grayson stood at the head of
the shower, and watched Dawnielle straddle Lynette.

   "Face or pussy first?" Dawnielle asked the other girl, and Lynette said
"Pussy." Dawnielle stepped back a step and squatted down, and blasted a
stream of hot piss right onto Lynette's half-spread pussy.  Lynette sighed
in pleasure, and finally Dawnielle choked the spray off, and moved up to
Lynette's face.  She was just inches from the other girl when she began
pissing again, and soaked Lynette from the top of her head to her chin. 
When her stream finally tapered down Lynette buried her face in Dawnielle's
cunt, and began to lick.  Dawnielle already had Grayson's cock in her mouth
by then, and the next few minutes passed comfortably as the three of them
pleasured each other.  Dawnielle finally began to cum, and bounced up and
down, ramming Grayson's cock deep in her throat.  He came, at last, and
filled her mouth, and she let some of it spill out, dripping down on
Lynette's still pissy face.  Dawnielle finally dropped his cock, and lay
down on Lynette, and licked the piss and cum from her friend's face.  The
girls shrieked as Grayson leaned forward and turned on the water, the hot
water had gotten pretty cold by now.  Finally the water warmed up, and they
took a nice long hot shower, scrubbing each other clean.

   They were back in the bedroom getting dressed, when Dawnielle said to
Lynette, "Oh, you poor baby, you never got to cum!"

   She tossed Lynette down on the bed and spread the other girl's legs
wide. Dawnielle was good pussy eater, and Lynette knew her tongue well. 
She sighed and relaxed, and got ready to cum.  She knew it would be a good
one.

   It was.  Lynette squealed and bounced on the bed, and came like crazy.
Dawnielle just kept on going, wanting to give her two.  Or however many
she'd take.  Dawnielle loved the taste of pussy.  Pussy, and ass.  And
piss. And semen.  She had quite a list, actually.

   Later, the three of them lounged around on the couch, eating cereal from
the box.

   "I suck the paperboy off every few days to pay for the paper," Dawnielle
told Lynette.  "I'm thinking about inviting him in and seeing if he'll pee
on me."

   She turned to Grayson, "would that bother you?"

   "Hell no," he said, "but he's pretty young.  He may not be into shit
like that yet."

   "We'll see," said Dawnielle.  She was thinking of other targets, for her
latest perversion.  Lynette's little brother came to mind again.  And he
wasn't so little, any more.  She knew that Lynette fucked him all the time.
Hell, Lynette fucked her dad all the time.  And her mom.  Hmmm, she
thought. Her mom.  She figured that Mrs.  Hester was hip enough to get into
some pee sex.  And the woman was still hot, for an old broad.  This might
be interesting.

   "Well, anyway, this evening we'll make some tea, and we can all drink a
gallon or two of it.  Lynette, can you stay tonight?  Do you want to?"

   "Hell yeah," said Lynette.  "If we're gonna do that shit again.  Oh,
hell yeah."

   "Think you could invite Randy?  Think he'd wanna?" Dawnielle said.

   "Oh, wait, there," said Grayson.  "I'm not letting some kid splash his
pee on me!"

   "You fuckin' homophobe," said Dawnielle, laughing.  "He'll pee on me,
and Lynette will pee on you.  We'll even do it separately, so you don't
have to be threatened by seeing his weenie."

   "I just don't want any guy pee on me," grumbled Grayson.

   "Okay, we understand.  What if I got another girl or two?"

   "Oh, that would be cool," Lynette and Grayson said, at the same time. 
That would be cool.

   Dawnielle's mind was churning even more.  She thought of her two other
friends, Jessica and Gloria, whom she'd successfully seduced a few summers
ago.  They might get into this shit.  She knew one of them, Gloria, had a
hard-on for Grayson, and she'd planned for some time now on getting them
together, it'd just never happened yet.  This might be a good time for
that...  Hmmm, hmmm.  Things were looking up.  This might be fun.



   --==+==-

   Dawnielle had a girlfriend from way back.  And she wasn't exactly a girl
either, she was a good fifteen years older than Dawnielle.  Her name was
Miss Lyndoria, and she'd been the main counselor at the camp where
Dawnielle discovered sex, and discovered that she liked girls.  Miss
Lyndoria and Dawnielle went back a long ways, and still got together
sometimes.  She lived about an hour away, but luckily it was in a city
where Dawnielle's job took her, about once a month.  She always made time
to see Miss Lyndoria, and usually came a day early so she could spend the
night with her.  Miss Lyndoria was elegant and very sexy, and Dawnielle
just loved her to death.

   One day Dawnielle was at Miss Lyndoria's apartment, and they were
relaxing after a strenuous make-out session.  Dawnielle got off on the
subject of pee, one of her favorite subjects.  Oddly, it had never came up,
with Miss Lyndoria.

   Dawnielle told her about her first time, with Lynette and Grayson.  Miss
Lyndoria laughed and admitted that it did sound sexy.

   "You've never tried anything like that?" Dawnielle asked, almost
surprised.  Miss Lyndoria was so sexy and so hip, Dawnielle figured she'd
tried almost everything there was out there by now.

   "I must admit I haven't," said Miss Lyndoria.  She had a funny look on
her face.

   "Girl," said Dawnielle, "We gotta try that shit, sometimes.  I'd love
for you to pee on me."

   "Yeah..." said Miss Lyndoria, her eyes distant.  That was all Dawnielle
thought of it, until later that night, right before bed.  Miss Lyndoria
disappeared into the bathroom, and almost as quickly returned.

   "Dawnielle," she said, almost embarrassed.  "I really gotta pee..."

   Dawnielle laughed.  This was just what she was looking forward to.

   "Girl.  Get your clothes off, and get into the tub." Dawnielle was
already stripping her clothes off.  The two of them went into the bathroom,
and Dawnielle dropped her panties and bra on the floor.  She got into the
tub and laid down, shivering at the cold ceramic on her back.  Miss
Lyndoria seemed unsure what to do next.

   "Straddle me," Dawnielle said.  "Straddle me, and squat."

   She confronted Miss Lyndoria's genitals from close range.  She was very
familiar with the woman's cunt, from experiences with it of the last five
or six years.  She reached up and spread it, and nodded her head.

   "Go, girl.  Right in my face."

   Miss Lyndoria released a stream of urine, sweet yellow urine, and it
splashed right in Dawnielle's face.  She opened her mouth, and let it flow
in and out, tasting the bitter-sweet flavor of it.  She was intensely
turned on, she could feel her cunt just slobbering juices, at this.

   Too soon, all too soon, the stream ended.  A few little squirts, and
that was it.  Dawnielle pulled Miss L down onto her face, and proceeded to
lick and suck her urine-soaked pussy.  Miss L had nice fat cunt lips, and a
huge clit.  Dawnielle loved eating out her pussy.  And it was all pissy
now, all the better.

   Minutes later, Dawnielle stood, and Miss Lyndoria lay on the floor.

   "Are you sure, now?" Dawnielle asked.  She didn't want Miss L to be
grossed out or anything.  She didn't want her to do anything she didn't
want to do.  But the woman seemed to want this.

   "Yes, I'm sure.  Please piss on me," she finally said, and Dawnielle
shrugged.  Dawnielle was feeling the pressure, now, she'd drank a large
sweet tea that evening, and she was about to bust.  She squatted over Miss
Lyndoria, and spread her pussy lips.

   "Ready?" she asked, and Miss L nodded.  Dawnielle relaxed her bladder,
and a nice healthy stream of pee shot out, striking Miss Lyndoria on the
chin.  She angled it upwards, and Miss L instinctively opened her mouth,
letting the piss enter and run back out, as Dawnielle had done.  Dawnielle
peed and peed, and Miss L finally leaned her head down further and splashed
her face in the stream.  Dawnielle hoped she was enjoying it.

   They finally ran some hot water, and showered, giggling and stroking
each other.  They stood and hugged each other, and kissed.

   "Okay, that was some sexy shit," Miss L finally admitted, and Dawnielle
giggled.  It was, it was to her at least, and she hoped the other woman
wasn't just saying that.



   --==+==-

   Weirdly, the next time Dawnielle got to play, it just kind of fell right
into her lap.  That afternoon, the next day from when she got back from
Miss Lyndoria, the doorbell rang.  She looked down and made sure she was
decent, and went to the door.  She halfway knew who it was, and sure
enough, it was the paperboy, a young man name Johnny.  She smiled, and
invited him in.  She had made an arrangement with him, after doing it the
first time on a whim, and she gave him a blow job every few days in trade
for the paper.  She knew he worshipped her, and that amused her slightly,
although she thought, and rightfully so, why the hell not.  She knew she
was a goddess, and a foxy lady.

   Johnny came in, and she shut the door behind him.  She ushered him to
the couch, and prepared to pay for the paper in her usual way.  She didn't
even think about what she'd said the other day, when she was talking to
Lynette and Grayson.

   "Miss Standridge," Johnny said before he sat down, seeming to be nervous
about something.  "I'm very sorry to have to ask you this, but could I
borrow your bathroom first?"

   Oh shit, she thought.  Talk about luck.  This boy is asking for it.

   "Johnny," she said, smiling wickedly.  "I've got a way better idea. 
Come here."

   She led him down the hall to the master bathroom.  She was already
stripping her robe off, revealing her sexy black underwear to him.  He knew
something momentous was about to happen.  He loved getting blowjobs from
Dawnielle, it was the high point of his whole life.  He was actually still
a virgin, and Dawnielle was pretty much his whole sexual experience, rolled
into one.  She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, and so sexy
that it was all he could do sometimes to hold back when she was blowing
him. She'd scared the shit out of him, the first time she'd invited him in,
and dropped to her knees before him.  He was only fourteen, and though he
had great hopes for himself, like I said, his sexual experiences were quite
limited.

   Shit, he thought to himself, what on earth is she planning?  He hoped
more than anything to finally get to see her naked, or see her fabulous
tits, at least.  He knew they would be fabulous, how could they not be? 
She was fabulous.

   She dropped her robe, and stripped her bra and stepped out of her
panties.  He almost came in his jeans as she stood before him, naked as the
day she was born.  She knew the effect she was having on him, and it
pleased her.  His education was coming along nicely.

   "Johnny..." she said.  "I know you've never done anything like this
before...  but this is something that really turns me on, and I hope you
understand..."

   "Yes, Ma'am", he managed.  She was unbuttoning his jeans and shirt as
she talked.  He stared, unabashed, at her beautiful body on complete
display before him.  Her tits were every bit as fabulous as he'd dreamed,
full and round, with two huge pink fat nipples.  He imagined getting his
hands on them, and wondered if that was a possibility.  Her stomach was
flat, and he could literally see plates of muscle.  Her pussy.  He drew a
gasping breath.  Her pussy was clean shaven, and fantastic.  A nice mound,
a split, and two plump pussy lips disappeared beneath her crotch.  Now,
that, he wanted to see, spread wide apart.  He wondered again what the
point of all this was.  Was she going to fuck him?

   "I want us to get naked, and get in the tub.  Then I want you to pee on
me, and if you want, I'll pee on you.  Deal?"

   "Oh, deal, Miss Standridge, deal," he was almost feverish in his
eagerness.  This was too cool.  He'd read about shit like this.  And to get
to be naked with her?  Way cool.  He would have said "yes" if she'd offered
to shit on his head.

   "Good.  Thank you.  And, please, call me Dawn or Dawnielle.  Enough of
the Miss crap."

   He finally dropped his underwear, his hands trembling.  Now he was
naked. His cock was harder than he thought possible.  He almost expected it
to explode.  How the fuck was he ever going to pee, with this level of
hard-on?  He had to pee pretty bad, or he never would have said anything,
it had actually embarrassed him quite a bit to bring it up in the first
place.

   Dawnielle climbed in the tub, and motioned for him to enter.  He did,
and stood nervously, unsure of what to do.  She slid the door shut, and
regarded him with a mischevious smile.

   "Johnny, dear, how are we ever going to get that to go down a bit so you
can pee?  Can you pee, with an erection?"

   It turned him on to hear her say erection.  Of course, if she'd said
"boner" or "hard-on" or any word it would have turned him on, too.

   "Dawn...  Dawnielle, I don't think it will go down...  I'm pretty... 
turned on right now..."

   "Close your eyes, and just stand there for a minute.  Think about
something safe, like school.  Tell me about your teachers, and not ones you
have a...  liking for..."

   He closed his eyes and began a rambling conversation about his teachers.
Most of them he didn't like, he didn't have any he liked like he liked this
girl.  This naked girl in the shower with him.  The pressure in his bladder
seemed to grow even stronger, and he began to feel like he could pee, at
last.  He finally opened his eyes, and was shocked to see her on her knees
beneath him.  His cock was still pretty hard, and literally pointing right
at her face.

   "Whenever you can, Johnny, whenever you can," she said, wanting bad to
grab hold of him, but not wanting to stimulate him further.

   "Miss...  Dawnielle...  you want me to pee in your face?" he was a
little shocked.  He hadn't really realized the extent of this.

   "Yes, Johnny, you just pee, and I'll take care of where it goes,"
smiling up at him.  He could see her hard nipples from above, and he felt
his cock getting harder again.  He slammed his eyes shut, and tried to
think of benign things.

   At last he felt some urine trickle from the end of his cock, and finally
it turned into a small stream.  Because of the hardness of his cock it
didn't spray out in the usual stream, but more like a garden sprinkler.  He
opened his eyes and looked down to see her turning her head from side to
side in the spray of urine, her mouth open and her tongue out.  He watched
as she rubbed her breasts and chest and stomach, rubbing his urine into her
body.  Even under her arms, weirdly.  What a strange lady, he thought,
turned on all the more.  Damn, he thought, I never knew it was this hard to
pee with a hard-on.  It's almost impossible.

   Finally, at last his stream tapered off into nothing.  She gasped, and
looked up at him and smiled.  Even her hair was wet, he noticed.  The smell
of piss was almost overwhelming in the enclosed space of the shower.

   "Johnny.  Want me to pee on you?  You don't have too...  I understand
this might be a bit much for you..."

   "Oh, no, please," he said, and on a thought, reached down and helped her
rise.

   "Thank you," she said.  "Well, down boy.  I'm about to bust, too."

   He knelt before her on the floor.  She spread her legs, and leaned back.
He looked up, into heaven.  Her pussy was the most beautiful thing he'd
ever seen, in all his years.  He could even see her cute little clit,
peeking out from her cleft.  She reached down and spread her pussy lips
wide, and he gazed at her wonderful cunt, spread before him in all it's
glory.  He knew he could cum in just seconds, if he touched his dick.

   "Ready?" she asked, and he nodded, unable to speak.  She relaxed, and
her piss sprayed from her urethra, hitting him mid-chest.  He immediately,
without much thought, put his face down into it, tasting and smelling it.
He didn't drink it, he just let it flow into his mouth.  It tasted bitter
and acidic, but it turned him on so much to know what he was doing.  I am
drinking a beautiful woman's piss, he told himself, to make sure he got the
message.

   Her hot piss flowed down his neck and chest, and dripped off his crotch.
He knew this was one of the high points of his life.  He wondered when and
if his sex life would ever equal this again.  He wondered what the chances
of a repeat performance of this was.  She seemed to really like doing this.
He needed to remember to go by McKie D's and drink at least one large tea
before stopping by next week.  This might get to be a regular occurance, if
he could please her enough.

   He was actually sad when her stream trickled down to nothing.  He stood,
and glowing smile on his face.

   "Thank you, that was too cool," he said, not wanting to gush, but
wanting her to know he appreciated it.  She smiled back at him.

   "Johnny.  Let's try something else.  I'm sure you wish you could fuck
me, but I'll be honest with you, the only person I fuck is Grayson, my
brother."

   That was a little surprising, although, he thought, if I had a sister
like her, I'd fuck her if she'd let me.  He's a lucky bastard, he thought.

   "But, I will take it up the butt if you are gentle.  And I already
pooped this morning, so it shouldn't be...  too messy.  This way, you'll
get to cum, and I know you won't take too long at it, not after what we've
done."

   "Oh, yes, Miss...  Dawnielle, I'd love that," he squeaked.  Would he
ever.  He would die just to see her asshole, much less fuck it.  And it was
true, he knew he'd cum in just moments.

   She opened the door, and got a tube of hand cream off the sink.  She
stayed turned around, and backed up against him.  She knew what boys liked.

   "Johnny.  You may play with my tits a while if you wish.  I know what
boys like."

   Oh, shit, did he ever wish.  He reached around her and took her fabulous
tits in his trembling hands.  For the next five minutes they just stood
her, and she slowly rubbed his cock with the crack of her ass while he
fondled and rubbed her breasts.  Her tits were firm and filled his hands
completely, and her nipples were fat and hard.  He pinched them, and rolled
them with his fingers.  He knew he would remember this forever.

   She finally turned around, and slathered some hand creme on his
rock-hard cock.  She took a blob on her finger, pressed it into her
asshole, and then turned back around.  She leaned down, supporting herself
with her hands, and told him she was ready.  He got down on his knees, and
the height was just perfect.  He couldn't see her asshole as well as he'd
wished because of the hand creme on it, but so what.  His dick was going
there.

   He placed the head of his cock right at the entrance of her body, and
pushed slowly.  She was relaxed, she was good at this.  His cock slowly
disappeared in her body, and it was all he could do to keep from cumming
right then.  He finally felt her ass cheeks on his thighs, and he knew he
was all the way in.

   Nothing, nothing ever in his life could compare to this, he thought,
looking down and seeing her svelte, foxy body below him as he pushed into
her anus.  He knew jerking off would never be the same, would never be
enough, after this.  He almost wondered if he was doomed to search for this
feeling for the rest of his life.  This might be the high point of my life,
he had the wisdom to realize.

   He felt motion on the underneath side of his dick.  She was frigging her
clit like mad, hoping to cum before he shot his wad.  They both knew that
he was going to cum pretty quick.

   And cum he did, after twenty or thirty strokes.  He unloaded into her
body, cumming harder than he ever had in his life, harder than even the
first time she blew him.  He came so hard it hurt, almost.  She writhed and
moaned beneath him, cumming also, he was convinced.  He felt like the
greatest man in the world.  Jeezus, he thought, is this what it's like?  He
couldn't imagine crawiling into bed with something like her each night. 
This shit was once-in-a-lifetime shit, not everyday shit, for him.

   She finally sat forward, pulling him out of her body, and turned.  She
turned on the shower, getting the water warm, finally, and turned the
shower head on.  She bathed his cock for him, washing her shit streaks off
it, and washed her ass also.  Even that was sexy to him, and he felt a
twitch from his cock, and he knew it would be hard again soon, with or
without her.

   They finally exited the shower and dried each other off.  Shit, he
thought, everything I do with her turns me on.  Drying her naked body off
turned him on, why wouldn't it, though.  They dressed, and wandered back
into the living room.

   "Johnny.  Thank you," she said, smiling, and giving him a kiss.

   "No, Dawnielle, thank you," he said smiling.  This paper route shit was
a good fucking idea.  His dad had been right when he'd said it'd be good
for him.  And it didn't cost him a thing, he always had a few leftover
papers from his pickup each morning.  Shit.  It didn't get any better.



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