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Doorknobs and Paint-Rollers

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Doorknobs and Paint-Rollers by Vladimir the Viking (VLADIMIRVIKING@HOTMAIL.COM)Based on an old fantasy that my ex-fiancée and I had. Both names have been changed. It was a hot day in the summer; Helen was upstairs in the new little house she and Adam had bought. It was quite a good-sized house for the two of them when you consider how much they bought it for. But, that price had come with some things they'd have to do for themselves, like carpet some of the rooms, and repaint the walls and things, and refinish the wood surfaces, and fix some window frames, &c. Adam was off in the next town, where there was a good DIY place, buying some more supplies they'd need to fix up their new house. He wouldn't be back for a while. Helen had on a nice loose T-shirt under her cool loose patches dungarees (for you Americans, British 'dungarees' = American 'bib overalls'). But, the air had become so hot in the room she was painting, that she undid the straps to her dungarees, and took off her T-shirt. That felt a bit better, not having her shirt stuck to her back. She put one of the straps back over her shoulder, and returned, squatting, to painting the skirting (baseboard). When the brush needed more paint, she turned on her heels, and put out an arm on the floor to steady herself, while she leaned over to the bucket of the appropriate colour paint. But, when she dipped the brush, she accidentally dipped her exposed breast into another bucket. "Shit." She laid the brush down, and stepped barefoot to another spot in the room. She lifted the crumpled drip-cloth from the floor, and cupped her breast in one hand. With the other, she used the cloth to clean her nipple off. Pulling away the paint (which had already slightly begun to form a thin rubbery layer) felt rather nasty; the friction of the rough cloth was rather arousing; and, she noticed the friction of the shoulder strap of her dungarees against her other nipple. Having removed the paint from her nipple (which had begun now to rise up a bit), she couldn't resist licking her two index fingers, and running them around in circles, and across, her two nipples, until they stood quite erect. She noticed a lone nail on the floor; and, when she bent to pick it up, the seam in the crotch of her dungarees pulled at the crease where her pussy lips met. Her little clitty, which had already started to tingle with her nipple teasing, got slowly hard. What the Hell; she didn't need to finish what she'd been painting just this instant. She sat down on the wooden floor, and leant back slouchingly against the wall. Her mind began to drift to the evening (still hours and hours away): she and Adam would go for a dip in the local swimming pool. It would be nice to be in the cool water; it was a bit too hot right now (as was Helen's clit). When she'd sat down, her other shoulder strap had slipped off; and, now, both of Helen's soft, white breasts were showing. She absentmindedly stroked them as she imagined the shower stall she and Adam would go in after their swim. She imagined his cock, already a bit stiff just from looking at her in her tight, skimpy two-piece bathing costume, growing against her thigh as he grabbed her naked body at the waist and kissed her neck. Then, she would turn around. They would kiss on the mouth. His hands would reach for her buttocks, and squeeze. Then, while his mouth's kisses trailed to her ears, down her neck, to her nipples, and lower, her fingers would run thru his wet hair, while the warm water poured down smoothly over them. He would kiss the hairless mound above her pussy... She hadn't even thought of it, but, somehow, now, the buttons at the sides of her dungarees had come undone. Her two hands stroked together, from the back, to the front, of her cunt. Then, for she knew just how to play herself, with the first two fingers of her left hand, she pulled her pussy lips apart, exposing her red clit. She didn't need to wet her fingers in her sexpot: her clit was already wet enough with clean sweat and from how horny she was getting. She just started rubbing in little circles, with the tip of her right index finger, just above her clit. Again and again, she rubbed, her pleasure mounting, but didn't allow herself to go straight at her clitty. The whole time, she'd had her head back and her eyes shut, her mouth slightly open, showing her small white teeth, and the tip of her tongue against her palate. A strong, hot breeze came thru the open window, blowing the door shut. The noise hardly startled her; but, the moving air did make her realise that the spot above her clit where she was rubbing (it felt so good; and, she so wanted to rub her clit directly right now---she was sure it must be truly throbbing) had got a bit dry. She looked down at her shiny red clit. It did pulse, almost imperceptibly. She put her finger into her pussy to get some cum to spread over herself. While she did, her eyes drifted for a second, and she noticed the nearby paint roller. Its black rubber handle bore a strange resemblance to...Adam's meaty cock. Oh...she really wanted that full feeling in her pussy right now. She was sure of that when she slid her finger in again while imagining his tongue licking her in the shower at the pool. So, she reached over, and grabbed the thing. Who cares it wasn't wet: her pussy was already positively dripping, and would take it right in smoothly. And, so, pulling her dungarees down a bit more, Helen spread her legs wider, and placed the rounded end of the handle right at the slightly gaping mouth to her pink pussy. In she pushed it. It spread her cavernous cunt open. She pushed it as far as it would go, watching it enter her; it was arousing, like watching as she would guide Adam's cock into herself. And, now, the wool of the roller itself tickled all along her crack, from her asshole to her clit. That was it. No time for shoving it in and out of herself. She had to have at her clit right now. She sucked her finger (mmm...her cum was delicious---no wonder Adam loved licking her out), and got it good and wet. Grinding her cunt against the prickly wool of the paint roller, she rubbed her finger 'round and 'round her clit, as fast as she could. She didn't need to hold her pussy---god, this felt so fucking great---lips open, so with her other hand she played with her breasts and rosy nipples. In less than a minute, it was too much to bear, and she came. She moaned, and felt her juices flowing out past the thick rod inside her. It was so intense that she couldn't even stand to touch her clit to try to make the orgasm last longer. But, she did open her eyes, and watch her pussy cumming. Her clit had grown suddenly bigger; and, it throbbed and throbbed, while the paint roller became damp with the fluids running out of her. After some minutes of allowing her pulse to return to normal, Helen removed the paint roller, and stood up, putting a strap back over her shoulder, and doing up the buttons on her dungarees again. She was about to get back to the painting, when suddenly she was filled with a desperate desire to pee. Going over to the door, she remembered a slight problem: the doorknob on this side of the door was loose and needed replacement, so they'd taken it off. Ooh, she really needed the toilet. Maybe the doorknob was still in this room, and she could try fitting it back on, in the hope it would work. But, it was pretty easy to see (the room was scarce of objects---only the chair and painting things) that it wasn't there. Why did she need so badly to pee, anyway? Yeah; sometimes when she'd just cum it'd make her wanna pee a bit: but, this was really urgent. Oh...it was prob'ly all the water she'd drunk, it being a hot day. Hey: she could empty the water bottle out the window, and then piss in it. Ah, shit: no, it was out in the hallway. If she couldn't empty the bottle out the window, she could empty her bladder---no, somebody might see. She really was nearly gonna piss herself. She sure hoped Adam would be back soon. In the meantime, she'd have to try not to let go. She lay on her back. Then, she put her feet up against one wall, squeezing her thighs together. Meanwhile, Adam was coming home in the car. The drive was about forty-five minutes. Lastnight, Helen had played with his nipples plenty (he loved it when she tickled them, and pinched them, and licked them, and sucked them, and nipped them with her teeth---just that made his cock even harder); and, so, now, while he drove along, the wind coming in the window, blowing thru his thin, loose T-shirt, made his nipples tingle. That reminded him of other events from lastnight... Helen had sat on his face. He'd been forced to lick her 'til she was satisfied. Well, that's what Helen wanted when she first spread her legs over Adam's face and lowered her pussy to his eagerly waiting lips. But, he was gonna make it better. He stuck his tongue in her, licking around in circles, then licked at her clit, faster and faster. When he knew Helen was gonna cum, he stopped, and stayed perfectly still, his tongue pressed hard against her swollen clit. She knew what he was doing too---he was intending to prolong this session of cunt-licking. The idea had some appeal tonight; and, she wouldn't mind a long bout of tongue-fucking: so, she leaned forward, resting on her elbows, and went ahead and rested her head on her crossed hands. When he was sure there was no immediate risk of her cumming, he started again, slowly licking above her clit, dragging his tongue back and forth, up and down along the crease, once in a while slipping it right up her pussy to get some more delicious juice. Then, he went at her clit, faster and faster, bringing her nearer and nearer, 'til she could actually feel the first clamping of her cunt muscles. But, he stopped again. This delicious pussy-eating session went on and on; Helen nearly came five times. They'd been at it over an hour; and, her pussy was so swollen and red, desperate---just dying---to cum. The sixth time, Adam couldn't take it anymore either (he'd been timing himself with Helen as he fucked his own cock with his hand), and he just kept going. Helen screamed as her juices just poured right of her pussy and all over Adam's face while he eagerly lapped them up. This was too much; and, just when she was turning around (she didn't know why, but, in spite of feeling she'd faint from the intensity of it all, she just felt like turning around), Adam's red cock shot forth streams of cum, the first one hitting her face on the cheek. Although she was all quivery and weak from the orgasm he had just given her, his cum running down her face made her ever so horny, and she raced to catch the rest of it, spurting, in her mouth, sucking all she could get. (Back to Adam in the car...) Adam's memory took him thru lastnight, just enough of his mind staying on the road to avoid an accident. He was having a hard time resisting slipping his hand inside his dungarees (identical to Helen's) and fucking himself while he drove; but, he knew he oughtn't to do it, 'cause it would make his need to pee even worse. He'd been drinking plenty of water today, too; and, when he'd left the hardware store, he'd thought he could wait 'til he got home. He hoped, now, that he'd last 'til then. Helen didn't know how long it had been (it seemed like ages) when she heard the car pull into the drive. She got up, and went to the window. She saw Adam rushing out of the car, not even bothering to shut the door (he was dying for the toilet) as he headed to the house. Helen called down to him. He looked up. "What is it? I gotta pee right now!" "So do I! But, I can't open this door. The knob's---" She heard the front door open, and his footsteps on the stairs. She stood waiting by the door while he fiddled with the handle that did work (with some difficulty) on the other side. As soon as the latch came open, she bounded across the hall, threw back the lid to the toilet. She struggled to get her dungarees down while she backed over the toilet. But, it was too late: she couldn't hold it any more; and, her pee ripped forth, spraying right thru the thin cloth of her dungarees. Adam stood watching in amazement; the wet spot in her crotch grew as more piss came thru into the toilet. Helen just stood there, peeing and peeing. He stepped towards her, and cupped his hand around her pussy thru the soaked material of her dungarees. He couldn't resist, what with the warm piss running thru his fingers, and dropped to his knees, putting his mouth as well as he could over the place whence Helen's golden stream issued. His hands slid up her bare torso; and, he held onto her breasts while she finished her piss. He let out an 'Mmm...' She was a bit surprised at what he had just done. When he saw she was thru peeing: "Excuse me; but, I have to pee, now, too." Adam hadn't had his need quite as long as Helen; and, so, he could hold it while he dropped his dungarees to his ankles. She stepped away from the toilet to give him some room, and sat on the floor next to him, while he moved forward to stand at the toilet. He just drank her pee. He'd peed on her plenty of times; but, she'd never tasted his piss before. She sort of wondered what it was like... His swollen, but not too hard (he tried to keep it soft as he gazed on the erotic sight of his Helen's pissing, for he knew that, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to pee at all), cock was in his hand; and, the first spurt of slight yellow shot into the toilet. Without thinking, she put her mouth over the end of his cock. He couldn't exactly stop; and, it was pretty obvious he shouldn't try to, for she had just put her mouth there, of her own free will. She didn't suck or anything; just closed her lips around the head, and let him piss down her throat. It felt good, that hot watery pee blasting over her tongue. And the taste...actually, she rather liked it. It was salty and... Mmm, however you'd describe it, she liked it. Even tho' it all came so fast, she managed to swallow most of it, with only a little running out the sides of her mouth, down her chin, and onto her breasts. After twenty or thirty seconds, Adam's bladder was empty, too. Helen could sympathize with his relief while he pulled back---she'd been in an even worse state. He took her hands, and pulled her up. They kissed, sharing the tastes of their pee. He reached between her legs. "I've already cum." "Oh..." with a tiny bit of disappointment (tho' still excited at the idea that Helen must've just fucked herself); but, that disappeared at her next utterance: "But, I have to have your cock cumming on me", Helen whispered while she reached between his bare belly and her soaked clothes, taking hold of it, and feeling it grow in her hand. His cock was all hot and wet; and, she loved the feeling of it. Adam leaned back against the wall; and, Helen began to suck him off. Within seconds, his rockhard penis stood straight up. She ran her tongue around his cockhead, and flicked it at the little slit where all that nice pee had just come from. Ah...he loved it when she did that. But, he was a bit uncomfortable in this position: the cold metal of the radiator was making a nice mark in his backside. So, he moved down onto the bathroom rug, and lay back. Helen straddled his legs, grabbing his cock, and putting it between her lips again. She didn't back away that much when he pushed farther in this time (she'd been practicing taking it deeper in such a way that she wouldn't feel like gagging); and, she sucked away, stroking beneath his smooth hairless balls, and running her fingers over what she couldn't yet fit in her mouth. He reached forward, and brushed her damp fringe back, looking down his naked body at her gorgeous face. Her eyes were closed, the lashes resting on the pale skin of her smooth cheeks. Her pink lips were sealed around the shaft of his cock, sucking with a small squelching sound. Oh, his Helen was beautiful. And, she loved the feel of her Adam's cock in her mouth. The tip tickled her uvula; but, it didn't make her want to gag. When she felt he would cum soon, she stopped. And, although lastnight had been great, he didn't really like the idea at this moment of her not letting him cum for hours. She laid down on her back next to him. "Come 'ere", she said; and, he rolled onto his side, facing her. She put her hand at his waist, and pulled. He realized what she wanted, and straddled her at her waist. She took his cock in her hands, and rubbed the underside of the head with one thumb, 'til he was quivering again in excitement. Then, she jerked her fingers up and down the shaft as fast as she could; and, when she saw his cock twitching with the oncoming orgasm, she aimed it downwards, still jerking him off. His sperm shot all over her heaving breasts; and, as the pressure went down, some dripped down right onto the bit of her pussy that wasn't covered with her pee-saturated dungarees. She loved watching his cock shoot cum. She squeezed the last bits out; and, then, together, they rubbed it all into Helen's sexiest-in-the-universe body. Done with that, they sucked each other's fingers dry; and, then, he collapsed half on top of her. They fell asleep in each other's arms, the sticky spunk cool as it evaporated off her really hot body.