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Mom was going to join Dad on a long business trip to Australia and the South Pacific. When the summer holidays started I went out to the Rockies to do some serious rock climbing. I had an awesome time and succeeded in climbing "The Casual Route" on the Diamond (anything but casual, rock climbers have a great sense of humor!). I returned home one Saturday morning nicely tanned and extremely fit. As soon as I walked through the front door my Mother hugged me and welcomed me home with a great sigh of relief. She always thought I was going to die on my climbing trips, yet it was safer than driving on the public highway – there are some real lunatics behind the wheel out there! My younger brother and sister were outside getting tennis lessons from the au pair. Mom said, "Let me take you out to meet Helen she’s been here for two weeks. Now don’t be fooled by her looks she is really very sweet." As soon as I saw her I gave Mom a playful slap on the bottom. I might have known, Helen was absolutely gorgeous – long blond hair, piercing blue eyes and a perfect figure. I learnt later that her Mother was Norwegian, her heritage clearly showed through. About five feet four, she was a perfect match to my five six (you don’t have to be tall to do hard climbs, just strong, fit and a little crazy!). Girls in tennis dresses with their little white knickers have always driven me nuts – probably the reason I love the game so much! I always take my time serving when playing mixed doubles, so I can enjoy the view. Lobs are good too, as she runs back to make the return. What can be better than being up at the net with a great view as she bends forward whilst her partner serves. I have had many a "playful" erection on the court. Believe me the girls love it too, I have often continued the game afterwards with a different set of balls! Aah what a wonderful game, I played a lot of tennis that summer! Mom and Dad left the following week "Now don’t do anything you shouldn’t" was Moms parting shot with a huge grin! She knew me well. Helen and I hit it off right from the start. We had a lot in common and yet our interests were diverse enough to enjoy discussing a wide variety of topics. I was majoring in Engineering at Sussex University with a minor in psychology. She was an English major with a minor in music at Oxford. My interest in classical music took an immediate upturn, I loved hearing (and watching!) her play the cello. Some times she would play for a few minutes after tennis, I’m sure she was teasing me! If you are wondering how, go to a concert and see how the cello is held. I had been home for a week or so when my brother and sister went to stay with friends at the beach for 2 weeks. The first night on our own Helen and I went to a concert in the City, to hear Arthur Rubenstein play Beethoven’s fifth piano concerto. My love for classical music never waned after that performance. During the interval Helen put her head on my shoulder and sighed with pleasure. We held hands for the rest of the concert, and when it finished I turned to her and kissed her gently on the lips. "Thank you, thank you." I said, "If you hadn’t come into my life I never would have heard that performance." She smiled and returned my kiss, hugging me to her breasts. There was a nice little wine bar just round the corner from the concert hall, so we decided to have a drink to avoid getting caught up in all the traffic. After a couple of glasses of wine and a large glass of water, she said "Take me home please, I want to relax in peace and quiet, the music is still singing in my head." We made our way out of the city, but were held up for thirty minutes by an accident. We still had 20 miles to go, much of it on winding country lanes. About five miles from home I noticed her squeezing her thighs together. Passing through the next village the street lights revealed that she was now tapping her knee up and down. "Are you Okay?" I said, hoping for the best! "I shouldn’t have had that second glass of water. If you don’t get me home soon I’m going to wet myself," she laughed. A good sign! I stepped on it and as we entered our driveway I saw that she had her hand up her dress obviously holding herself. Not so easy with the full length evening dress she was wearing. "Quick," she said. "Please go and open the door, I’m not sure I’m going to make it." I leaped out of the car and ran to open the door (one at least has to appear to be trying, and I wasn’t sure yet if she enjoyed my other sport). She rushed past me, no longer able to hold herself, and dashed into the loo. I heard a couple of muffled cries followed by a rustle as she pulled her knickers down. As I heard the sound of the toilet lid being flung open, she audibly sighed; a sign of pleasure perhaps? I was treated to another of my favourite sounds. The hiss and splashing went on for an amazingly long time – this girl had capacity! Yes, he was hard as steel. I went into the kitchen to make coffee. When she appeared I grinned and said "Did you make it then?" (a sort of open ended question, unlikely to offend if my analysis of events was incorrect!). She replied with a smile, "Pretty much, I’m going to go upstairs and change out of this dress." As she turned around I was almost certain I could see a little wet spot. She came back down wearing a pretty little sun dress, and joined me in the living room. I had turned the lights down low, and put on one of her CDs hoping I had made the right choice. I offered her a nightcap of Glenlivet whiskey which my Dad kept for special occasions. Finishing our drinks we leaned back on the sofa, and she cuddled into me saying "Thank you so much, this has been a beautiful evening. How did you know these piano sonatas, are my favourites?" "Lucky guess." I said putting my arm around her, and stroking her silky hair. We turned towards each other and had our first real kiss. It lasted a long time. I gently stroked the back of her neck slowly bringing my fingers round to cup her breast through her dress. Her kisses intensified and she started to rub my back. Taking my time I slipped my fingers down the front of her dress and unclipped her bra. My first feel of her perfect breasts went directly to my penis. Her nipples were fully erect and she started moaning. I felt her hand stroking my thigh and we gradually reclined on the couch. There was no resistance as my hand made its way slowly up the inside of her thigh. She pulled her mouth away and whispered, "It’s OK, they’re dry, I changed them." I felt her smiling as her lips came back to mine for a gentle kiss. Her knickers aren’t going to stay that way for long, I thought, as I slid my fingers over the thin cotton. It was a long and extremely pleasurable finish to our evening. As we went upstairs to bed, I whispered, "So you did wet yourself then; was it nice?" She smiled and replied, "Well you know I didn’t do it all in my knickers, I could tell you were listening at the door- and yes, it was nice." We went to our separate rooms, though I was a little disappointed she didn’t invite me to sleep with her. The disappointment was not to last for long. The first I knew was when I woke up feeling warm and wet around my balls and bottom. For a split second I thought I had wet myself, but then I heard a hissing sound and realized Helen was squatting over my balls wetting in her knickers and rubbing herself! She came as she finished weeing; I thought what the heck I’m wet anyway, now it’s my turn. I pulled the crotch of her knickers to one side and fingered her sopping cunt. I then eased my cock into her knickers, pushed a finger into her bottom and pissed for all I was worth. The feeling was intense and she furiously rubbed her clit seemingly in a continual orgasm gasping, "Don’t stop, don’t stop." My bladder was soon empty and I was rock hard. I thrust my cock up her cunt, or rather she impaled herself on me, and commenced a glorious fuck continuing to push my finger in and out of her anus. She had come down from her monumental orgasm and began to work my cock with her cunt muscles. As she did so I sensed her straining and suddenly she was wetting herself again. This was positively too much for me and I exploded inside her, as the hot sopping wet crotch of her knickers rubbed over my balls. She came again at the same time and collapsed on top of me frantically kissing and tonguing me. We cuddled for a while lying in the warmth of our wet underwear and sheets. Before long it started to get cold and Helen went and got fresh underwear, laughing as she said, "We will need these for the morning!" We "spooned" together on the dry side of the bed with one of my hands fondling her delightful breast and the other down the front of her knickers. Her free hand was in my underpants cupping my balls. When I awoke in the late morning she was lying with her head in the crook of my arm, her soft golden hair nestling against my ear. I slowly stroked her breasts, lightly brushing my palm over her nipples. She began to stir so I started to stroke the front of her knickers over her slit. I could feel and see her getting wet so I slipped my finger under the elastic into her cunt. As I finger fucked her she spread her legs apart and pushed down on the top of my head. I moved down the bed, pulled her gusset to one side and started to lick up and down her very wet slit pushing another finger in to stimulate her G spot. As I picked up the pace she pulled my face into her crotch and came. Her thick juices poured over my fingers and tongue – what a wonderful taste! "Mmmmm," she said, "now I’m bursting for a pee," and rolled over on top of me. My penis was rock hard as she gently slid up and down over it. I almost came in anticipation of what she was about to do. She started to gently kiss me and I began to feel the first few drops of wee as she slowly started to wet herself. I pushed my thighs together causing her hot offering to pool around my balls, gently trickling down my crack caressing my anus. She continued with this careful release until her knickers were saturated and I was bathed in a hot pool of her pee. She sat up, kneeled between my legs, which I stretched apart, pulled the font of my underpants down and slid her fingers under my balls to my wet anus. Her mouth encompassed my cock as she gently slid her finger up my rectum. As my anus loosened up she added a second finger and began to stroke my prostate. The sensation was incredible. "Bear down on my fingers," she said. I did this which further loosened my anus and allowed her fingers more freedom to pleasure me. "That’s wonderful, but it will make me poop in my underpants if I keep doing it," I said (hopefully!). She chuckled and said, "That is what I hoped would happen, push harder and let it go." I did so and a large load began to slide around her fingers out of my anus into her hand. She swirled her fingers around in the hot mess continuing to rub my prostate. With the palm of her hand she squeezed my poop over my balls as her head bobbed up and down on my cock. I was close to a monumental orgasm as my underpants filled up. She now had her other hand around my cock pumping and squeezing me as she continued to suck me. Her bottom was sticking up and she suddenly lifted her mouth off my cock and said, "Cum now; I’m about to shit in my knickers too." I pushed even harder and felt a very hot load flood around her fingers and my balls as I heard the crackle of her filling her knickers. I instantly came with several spurts splashing in her face. She sat back squishing her poop around her bottom, then leaned forward so I could thrust my hand down the front of her knickers. She was still messing in them, as I also pushed out the last of mine. My cock had slightly softened and I was now desperate to pee. I aimed at the front of her knickers and let go, flooding into them. Making her feel as though she was wetting herself again took her over the edge to a huge climax. Her sticky juices gushed out adding to the mess in her knickers. She fell forward onto my chest and started to hump her messy, soggy knickers over my newly stiff cock and balls. I didn’t actually come, but felt as though I did. She reached between my legs and massaged my messy underpants over my bottom, as I returned the favor pushing on her very full knickers. Quite a cleanup, but oh what delightful, uninhibited fun. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 41