The Letter - Sex Stories

The Letter

... began to pee. Hot piss streamed from her body running down the shaft of my hard penis, pouring over my thighs and raining down to the ground like a golden waterfall. It splashed onto the paving stones forming a lake of pee beneath our feet. Jess arched her back and screamed, her cunt lips contracting firmly around my penis as another orgasm pulsed through her body. She shook violently whilst pee continued to pour from her, just as it had done in her video. The effect it had on me was the same too. Cum spewed out of me, squirting into Jess’s cunt whilst her hot fluids streamed out of her. We came together, both of us experiencing the most powerful orgasms. “Oh shit, oh fuck…yes!” she screamed. I couldn’t utter a word. All that emerged from my mouth were grunts, loud ones. It was a moment of pure satisfaction, one of those rare time when there was no-where I would rather be, nothing else I wanted to do and no-one on the planet I’d prefer share it with. Everything was perfect and supremely gratifying. Jess’s pee trickled to a stop and her orgasm subsided. She sank down onto my still rigid cock with a ...

... look on her face was priceless. I stroked her hair lovingly. “Am I forgiven for falling asleep?” I asked. Jess nodded vigorously. “Am I forgiven for leaving that stroppy letter?” “Leave more, anytime. That thing made me come. I squirted all over my laptop. I think I may have wrecked it!” “Really?” she giggled. “And the peeing thing? You don’t mind?” “What do you think?” I pulled her close, kissing her. “Perhaps we should avoid the neighbours for a while though, could be a bit embarrassing.” “Why? They can’t see us.” “No, but they can definitely hear us,” I smirked. Poor Jess looked mortified! “I should also warn you,” I added feeling brave, “I have a small fetish of my own I’ve never told you about.” “Oh?” “I don’t indulge often and I’m not sure what you’ll make of it.” “Tell me,” she begged, “I confessed, your turn.” I thought for a moment. “Tell you what Jess, I’ll reveal all in a letter, like you did. That way you can throw it away if you don’t like what you see and I’ll never mention it again.” “Oh come on, that’s not…” “Uh-uh, no,” I insisted putting a finger to her lips. “Wait for the letter.”