From an123724@anon.penet.fi Tue Feb 06 23:03:43 1996 Newsgroups: alt.sex.fetish.watersports Subject: Annabel 1 From: an123724@anon.penet.fi Date: Wed, 7 Feb 1996 04:03:43 UTC Pissing pussy porn from Jetstream Warning: The following textfile contains descriptions of rather unconventional people and activities. Everyone involved is enjoying what they are doing, and there is no coercion whatsoever. However, it may contain detailed descriptions of fleshy labia and thick clitorises, bulging gussets, creamy vaginas, girls who ejaculate, and girls who can't help themselves from spraying their piss at the most inconvenient moments. If you enjoy these stories and find that they give you particularly intense orgasms, it may mean that you are as much of a pervert as me. Please e-mail me your thoughts - I'm always keen to meet a fellow enthusiast. If you find them implausible then I can only reply that they're allowed to be - that's what 'fantasy' means. If you find them offensive, then I apologise. But you were warned. If you want to tell me I'm going to burn in Hell for writing them, all I can say is that if that happens then God is a jolly rotter (which I think unlikely). ENJOY! Annabel Society Piss from Jetstream I first met Annabel at a coming-out party for one of her friends from Boarding School. She was sitting on the sweeping marble staircase of the house in which it was held, holding a glass of champagne, and laughing as I flirted unashamedly with her. She was tall - about 5' 10", with silky blonde hair and a perfect, high cheekboned complexion which showed dimples when she smiled. I sat on the floor before her, joking and teasing her, watching her tongue as she sipped the fizzy golden fluid from the flute. We seemed to hit it off together, because we were talking for a long time whilst the other guests passed around us, rather oblivious to us as we were below their level of sight. I was obliged to go in search of another bottle to replenish our glasses. Wearing a short pink ruched cocktail dress, she began the evening with her long elegant stockinged thighs primly together as she smiled and joked. Occasionally she would lean forward to touch me or as she laughed, and I could see her light brown apple-sized breasts trembling in the starched fabric of her dress. But as the evening progressed, the champagne flowed and she began to be less careful about the arrangement of her big slim thighs. I soon had definite confirmation that her hose were not tights as the broad bands of her stocking tops came into evidence, and as her skirt rode up with her fidgeting, glimpsed the taut clips of her suspenders. As she became drunker, she seemed to care less about what I could see, but certainly seemed aware of it. It was not my imagination that she gave me a slightly cheeky downward glance before reaching for the bottle and 'accidentally' opening her golden-haired thighs to show me the tight blue cotton of her knickers with the promising bulge of her gusset. After this though, I noticed that she started closing her thighs again, indeed seemed to be keeping her legs tightly shut. I wondered if this was some game she was playing, or if I had said something which had upset her. Then I noticed that she started pressing her groin through her dress, pushing her skirt between her thighs and holding it there, even as we spoke. "Need the loo?" I asked, when this had gone on for some minutes. We were sufficiently drunk that such a question could be asked of a lady with impunity. She shook her head and smiled her dimples. "I like it," she said mysteriously. I carried on talking, but felt that she was somehow distracted, wincing and sighing and rolling her eyes, so that I myself could no longer concentrate on what I was saying. Eventually a mischievous and very naughty grin appeared on her face. "Watch," she said. What she did then kept me wanking for weeks afterward. She crossed her right leg well over her left, so that she was leaning on the left cheek of her bottom, and the gusset of her knickers was presented to my view. From this blue pocket of cloth, (from which I could now detect fine blonde hairs escaping) she peeled a pair of thick, crinkly pink pussy lips, frothing between with her teenage juice and crowned with a long beefy clitoris. She looked at me, still grinning. My cock had immediately grown, snaking down the only available opening, the leg of my briefs, pointing down my trouser leg. I couldn't believe it. A very elegant and youthful young lady was showing me the most pornographic of cunts, and in an almost public place. But this was by no means all. With the other hand, she held the now empty champagne glass she had been drinking from six inches from her girlmeat. Peeling apart the enormous labia, she squirted a jet of hot golden piss directly into glass. It was quickly filled, so she grabbed the empty bottle, and sprayed the rest expertly into its neck. I watched transfixed as the fizzing amber arc came shooting from her oily flaps and shot straight into the noisily filling bottle. I was on the verge of ejaculating. This was the most erotic sight I had ever seen. She was very accurate with her piss, and only the final little spurts fell short and splattered onto the marble step. But there was something odd about those last few spurts fell. They weren't thin and watery like piss. They looped and coagulated. They jetted in little white strings, one end still sticking to her raw meaty clitoris. The way she sighed and her eyes rolled gave me the only hint I needed to send me over the edge. The creamy fluid she ejaculated at the end was like semen. My own sperm squirted spontaneously down my trouser leg as I realised - Annabel was spunking up. Mail me with your thoughts if you want more.... Jetstream --****ATTENTION****--****ATTENTION****--****ATTENTION****--***ATTENTION*** Your e-mail reply to this message WILL be *automatically* ANONYMIZED. Please, report inappropriate use to abuse@anon.penet.fi For information (incl. non-anon reply) write to help@anon.penet.fi If you have any problems, address them to admin@anon.penet.fi