[Glen2712]

Stream of Passion

Warm, golden liquid splashed over my ta-tas, gushed in streams down my stomach and pooled in my belly button. My tit buds tingled. It felt so damn good. I couldn’t wait for Warren’s piss to hit my clitty trigger.

I was lying in the bathtub, frantically trying to rub the pee into my skin. Two orgasms down, I was past feeling good. I was well on my way to fuckin’ delirious. My lover was standing over me, his feet in the water, smiling as he aimed his flow lower. Watching the piss sluice through my blond bush, Warren told me to spread my legs wider. Now his whiz slapped against my labes. I was almost there. Fuck, I was close. I shut my eyes and concentrated on the warm, wet, delicious sensations. When I fingered my folds apart, a hot blast gushed right into my pussy, and I was coming, writhing in that bathtub, climaxing in urine.

Believe it or not, before meeting Warren, I was the most straitlaced girl imaginable—an assistant librarian no less and a Methodist. My sexual experience had been limited to necking with my accountant boyfriend, Herb, a fellow churchgoer. It wasn’t that I didn’t secretly desire to go further. I was almost 19, with rather large breasts, but good ol’ Herb never even tried to grope me. I was scared to initiate sex—ashamed I’d find out I was a dirty little slut. Obviously, things have changed since then. I’ve changed.

A day earlier, Warren strolled up to my desk at the library. I gasped when I looked up, the man was that handsome. Rugged features, a full dark head of hair, beard, mustache, sparkling sky-blue eyes. A glance at the titles he was checking out made me blush: Nabokov’s Lolita and the Kama Sutra. His hand brushed mine as he handed me his library card, and electricity sparked up my arm.

That night I masturbated with anything I could find—highlighters, a banana, a massive zucchini. I even tried to jam a fat bottle of shampoo up my snatch, but I couldn’t quite come, and I couldn’t stop thinking about Warren.

The next morning at work I immediately began searching for his address and phone number in the library database. Before I could locate the information, I spotted him searching through the stacks. It took every ounce of courage I could muster, but I was determined to meet this gorgeous man. So I nonchalantly strolled over and asked if I could help him find what he was looking for. “I believe I just did,” he said, staring straight at me. Sounds corny, but it wasn’t, and when my dream guy asked me to meet him after work, I couldn’t wait to say yes.

My heart was beating like a fuckin’ drum when I walked up to his house that evening. Yes, I was finally going to lose my virginity. I was so anxious to pop my cherry that not two minutes later I was confessing to Warren how I had masturbated the night away thinking about him. I’m not sure what I’d expected, but I sure as hell didn’t expect someone I barely knew to pull me down over his lap and whack my ass, calling me a bad little girl, a dirty little slut. Whack! Whack! Fuck!

The hunk yanked my skirt up, tore off my best pair of panties and, with the palm of his hand warm on my bare butt, he asked if I wanted him to stop. All of my repressed sexuality flooded to the surface, and I started sobbing, begging Warren to please spank me, please fuck me, to teach me all about sex.

Lesson #1 involved spanking my fanny till it glowed red. I was so horny, I couldn’t stand it. Finally, Warren stopped and slipped two fingers just barely inside my pussy flaps. I jammed my quim down on them hard and kept jamming until, finally, nirvana, release. I couldn’t believe how good it felt! Pure bliss.

Lesson #2 included an extended tutorial in the fine art of cocksucking. The blowjob started off awkwardly, but I soon learned how to open my throat and engulf Warren’s beautiful prick to the base without gagging. My new lover also taught me how to suckle his heavy balls and frig myself off at the same time. Of course, I felt so proud when he shot his sweet jizz all over my face. I came a second later.

Lesson #3, my first golden shower, was vividly described earlier in this letter. Afterward Warren tenderly bathed me, dressed me and sent me on my way like a wayward schoolgirl, instructing me to return to his place the following evening. So technically I’m still a virgin. God, I hope getting fucked is covered in Warren’s Lesson #4. Poor Herb!