Beverly Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Beverly Ch. 02

... and ran from my nose.

And my bladder let go.

I felt her reaction, the same as mine. She swallowed and then felt her cough, the sudden contraction forcing yet more piss through my nose.

As her stream slowed I could keep up and started swallowing, drinking her like fine wine. Well, maybe good beer is a better analogy.

I felt her mouth on my cock, sucking as she swallowed noisily.

I felt that sudden little tension, just a hint of change where my tongue was touching, as she relaxed and the tiny sphincter muscles settled into their normal state, holding her urine in.

So I licked, her piss had softened the worst of the crusty shit, and I licked that mat of her pubic hair, enjoying the salty, bitter taste of piss mixed with the pleasant aroma of shit as the crust softened and the scent was released.

My bladder was empty and those muscles reset when she released me, pulled her pussy away, and squirmed around until we could share a pillow, face to face.

"Oh, fuck," she said in her breathy, post-orgasm voice.

"Yeah," I said, "oh fuck."

Christ, she was a mess. Her face was covered in shit and about the front half of her hair was laden with it in thick masses that hung lank. Her eyes were white lanterns in the brown of her skin. Her teeth, when she smiled, glowed like we were under a black light against the shit brown of the surrounding skin.

I kissed her.

And she kissed me back with a desperation that surprised me. It was one of those kisses that ...

... only happen a few times in your life. I could feel the need coming off of her in waves as her fingers dug into my hair, as shit-globbed as hers, and her mouth moving against mine so hard it was almost painful, her tongue a living thing, probing and exploring.

And I kissed her back just as hard. My hand found the smooth skin of her back and traced down until I found the line where crusty shit began and then I traced that line with my fingertips. She shivered as I did that, but she didn't break the kiss.

She held the kiss for one of those timeless times. I could feel the desperation, maybe the despair or the hopelessness, I'm not sure, honestly, what she was feeling right then, slowly leaving her until it was a soft kiss at the end.

She broke the kiss and pulled away far enough to meet my eyes.

"Oh, fuck," she said once more, her fingertips brushing my forehead at the line where my hair was matted.

"David, I," but I stopped her with a kiss. Not a long, desperate kiss, just a gentle, loving kiss to stop her from speaking.

"Are you ashamed?" I asked.

"David, I," she started and I silenced her with another kiss.

"Are you ashamed?" I asked again, "Yes or no?"

She paused and I was struck by the fact that those parallel "I'm thinking" lines on her forehead showed up even through the layer of shit there.

I waited her out.

"No," she said at last, "but David, I," and I kissed her.

"Would you be ashamed if Roger walked in right now?" I asked.

Her eyes ...