EATING OUT

The child felt like a fool as she awoke staring at her reflection in the warm pool that foamed at her feet. She had ventured this way before in her dreams, squatting awkwardly and peeing amidst the high-heeled shoes in her mother's closet, only to be awakened by some strange cultural taboo.

Beth was young, wet and from the suburbs, with keenly developed skills at masturbation. Yet she was unable to reach an orgasm in coitus. After hours of getting eaten out, smoking cigarettes and getting fucked up the ass, she still had to retreat to the bathroom, where behind closed doors she would stroke her clit into a frenzy and cum. Or pee.

Ahhh. because for Beth, to pee was to cum. Not that she had ever done the two simultaneously before, or even thought about doing it. But she thoroughly understood that before she could eliminate her bladder it was necessary for her to first relax her pelvic region by sexual means.

And, my oh my, how the pee flowed after her orgasms! In fact, it surprised Beth that the pungent yellow liquid gushing from her thighs always prompted an audible sigh of relief from her lips. It was a low-moan, from what Burkhart could just make out from the other side of the bathroom door where he kneeled stroking his own swollen genitalia in resonance. (Come to think of it, he would have to pee too when he was through typing!)

Although Beth had never put two and two together before, she had once started to wipe herself after peeing and was amazed when her hand slipped through the melting toilet paper and accidentally touched her slick cunt. How smooth and velvety it felt to her touch! For a fleeting second she rubbed herself with the fresh warm pee that still dripped from inside her, realizing instantly how easy it would be to bring herself off with those forbidden juices -- but quickly became scared and jumped up, pulled her panties over the sensation, and rushed downstairs to dine with her conservative parents.

Undaunted by any of this reluctant and privatized behavior, Burkhart decided that it was time to feed her a diet more rich in amino acids and depravity. He reasoned that if the only way she could have an orgasm was by sitting on a toilet seat and playing with herself, then he too would sit on the same toilet seat and play with her.

And so the next time she climbed off of his wrinkled dick after hours of inconsequential fucking, he followed her into the bathroom. He slipped through the door before she could close and lock it. Then, sitting there completely humiliated and objecting to the point of tears, she finally broke down and let Burkhart's lips wrap around her uptight cunt. Oh, it was awkward at first, but soon she began to move in rhythm with the tongue and lips that darted in and out of her, listening intently to the mouth which had also been softly speaking words of comfort to her in between the increasingly gritty licks and slurps and farts.

It took nearly an hour sitting there on that porcelain throne before she was finally able to let it happen, her first orgasm with a man: sitting right there on that toilet seat, stroking her clit with her eyes closed, she finally let it rip - the entire lower half of her body convulsing and wreathing like a snake shedding its skin, finally flopping to a standstill and spurting its hot contents all over the environment.

Ahhh, it was wonderful, that first orgasm. But it was only the tip of the iceberg, as she was about to find out. Embarrassed, she immediately became anxious and tried to usher him out of the bathroom so she could relieve herself. This was her pattern: her vulva was finally relaxed enough and now she had to pee. But she was truly embarrassed, especially when Burkhart refused to leave. Instead, he resumed his licking at her open vagina. Caught off guard and absolutely horrified, she was no longer able to hold the gathering flood of fluid inside of her, and began to piss in his open mouth, the warm liquid overflowing and spilling out and down onto the long twisted beard and the belly beneath it.

Beth was laughing and screaming at the same time. She certainly had not planned on anything so intimate and unusual as this. Still trembling and unsure of herself, she opened her mouth to meet his, as he rose up to kiss her. What a shock when she tasted some of the hot piss that Burkhart had held in his mouth and now let loose in hers. In shock and disgust she spit the forbidden nectar out on the floor and ran from the bathroom to throw herself on the bed and cry.

But one thing had become very clear to her in the interim: as oddly as it had occurred, she was now completely satisfied. She had finally gotten off with a man! Not just routinely fucked him, as she had with so many others before, but this time, she came all over him! What a sensation it was, to have fully released herself as she had. In the past her orgasms were tied to her inability to pee. In fact, she couldn't pee until she played with herself. Pissing was the ultimate orgasm and climax for her. But she had no idea until Burkhart had sat himself down on the cold bathroom floor and waited her out. It was like an alien encounter of the right kind.

And how absolutely exciting and forbidden it was! And with very little coaxing, she too soon sat herself down in front of him to drink from the warm yellow intelligence.

"Let's go out and eat," Burkhart suggested, and he sat her down at the table for a delicious Big Boy. Their waitress was very attentive, as she wiped the sweat from their bodies, finally licking Beth's mouth dry after Burkhart squirted first the cum and then the piss all over her face and into her laughing mouth and nostrils. In fact, the waitress was more efficient than the most absorbent napkin, lapping up with her own lips and tongue the pale liquid from Beth's mouth into her own. Soon the two discovered that they were both wet between the legs again. and without any napkins left, it was just finger licking good!

Later at home, Burkhart had an after dinner drink as he sucked the steaming piss from between Beth's thighs. By then she was ecstatic and able to masturbate in front of him without embarrassment. She also learned very quickly the art of sliding her pissing vagina up and down his body, coating Burkhart with a translucent haze that stayed slippery throughout her increasingly elongated orgasms.

This was a trick Burkhart had first observed while hiding as a young child in the closet of his aunt's bedroom, watching her and her husband squatting over each other's faces. He knew then that when he grew up he wanted to be a Magician, practicing the same magic acts he had witnessed from his cloistered position - acts of union that reminded him of old illustrations he'd seen in a National Geographic depicting tribal worship.

When he finally got around to trying it for the first time he had only his own urine and her silver slipper to drink from. A vicarious act at best, and clearly the magic was lacking! But suddenly the baby sitter appeared and taught him that the trick was only magic when there was an Accomplice in on the secret. Sure enough, soon she was sitting in his young face showering him with understanding, her succulent teen-age cunt pouring forth the same bright yellow juices of ecstasy he had witnessed in his earliest and wettest dreams.

Since childhood he had practiced the art of the Apprentice, and finally, years later, as if in realization of a dream, Beth arrived to verify his Adeptship. by the very unmagical act of taking him out to dinner. Yum!