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B's fantasy - masturbation and peeing

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: bhan Posted on: 19 Oct 2004 1 comments
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It's been a long log time since I was able to walk in my favorite park, through the forest trails, while retaining urine and masturbating until I finally can't stand it any longer and I come, very hard, flooding the forest floor with my pee -- freely peeing and cumming for what seems like many minutes at a time.Since I can't do that for the present, I have a fantasy about it which I often use while I masturbate. Ideally, I use this fantasy when I'm home alone for several hours, so I can store up an increasingly uncomfortable amount of pee, masturbate gradually over a period of an hour or more, and then let it all go at once. It's an incredibly raunchy, nasty, delicious way to cum. I've done it in the kitchen and in the bathroom, either standing or lying down. Recently, following the advice of another member of this forum, I've done it while kneeling in the living room or in the bedroom, flooding many thicknesses of spread-out newspapers. The sound of the pee splattering on newspapers, feeling it splash up onto my thighs, my tummy, is part of the fun, the excitement. I really like doing it while kneeling in the living room, because I fantasize that someone could see me through the large picture window. But it's also a good fantasy to use even while I'm lying down in bed (though not peeing!!).In my fantasy I'm walking through my "private" woods, already a little uncomfortable with retained pee, and using my good left hand to move the skin over the hood of my clit, through my clothes. Sometimes I've already unbuttoned my blouse so my breasts -- my tits -- are naked, and I can gently love a tit while I masturbate, move my blouse aside so a tit is naked and I can stimulate a nipple skin-on-skin. I lick my hand and lubricate a tit, circle my palm over it, circle the nipple. Nipple stimulation is an important part of masturbation for me.I reach the edge of the woods where I can just see through the trees, onto a large mowed field, the open part of the park. There's a bench several yards away from me. A woman and several men are walking slowly toward that bench. The woman is probably in her 30s, slender, with light skin and dark hair. She wears a rose-pink head scarf, a very light cream-colored blouse, and a dark skirt, ordinary black walking shoes, no stockings. As she walks her hand occasionally goes to the place between her legs, stimulating insistently for several seconds at a time. She is obviously a very experienced masturbator, and is obviously enjoying this walking tease, anticipating the exhibitionistic act she is about to perform. I notice that my own mouth is beginning to water, also in anticipation.When they reach the bench, the woman turns and sits down, leaning back somewhat, spreading her thighs. She looks up at the men, begins to slowly stimulate herself through her underwear. I am doing the same, slowly circling my fingers around my clit, my thighs slightly spread -- but hers are wide spread. I drink greedily from the bottle of water I've brought along, savoring the increasing frustration of an overly full urinary bladderThe men have freed their cocks now. They are all young, muscular men of course, and their lovely cocks are fully erect. They fondle and stroke themselves, fingers sliding very gently along the shafts -- I think god, what exquisite sensations they must have from those large, long instruments, semen begging to be released...The woman slips off her panties, and I do the same. They can't see me watching them, but I can see every detail as she spreads her vaginal lips, exhibiting her engorged clit.She closes her eyes, uses index and middle fingers to slide alongside her clit - a dozen or so small motions and then stillness for a few seconds -- then starting again. Her clit becomes more engorged, now peeking out of its hood. I watch her, fascinated. Now I can use two fingers underneath my clit and my thumb on top of it, sliding back and forth, just the half to three quarters inch length of it, just several jerks like that and I have to stop. Her eyes close and her hand assumes a rotary motion around her clit, faster now. Her breathing is faster, her lips drawn back a little. Her face is flushed.The men move closer. Two of them, penises beautifully displayed, stand quite close, one on either side. They gently stroke those lovely cocks. She opens her eyes, looks at them intently.Now the men stop stroking -- and they both pee! Streams of golden urine land on her face, neck, chest -- her blouse is soaked, plastered to her breasts -- her tits. Her nipples are plainly visible through the thin cloth. She closes her eyes again, pee still streaming onto her, her hand moving faster now, stimulating her clit and occasionally sliding down onto her labia. With her right hand she unbuttons her soaked blouse, showing her naked breasts. I do the same -- opening my blouse wide, baring my own tits. I pour a little of my remaining water onto my tits, soaking them. The water is cold, making my nipples stand out even more than usual.The woman's hand now moves in tiny, rapid circles around her clit, only fingertips touching it, moving the whole pubis as she furiously tries to reach orgasm. The motion is like my own, starting more at the shoulder than in the hand.My left hand is moving very fast now. I am not quite out of control yet, but I'm close enough so I have to support myself by grasping a small tree with my right hand while I masturbate with my left. The pee is pressing very hard. I can almost not control it -- almost. I know I am going to pee and cum very soon.Now more of the men move in close. They pee on her naked chest. Pee runs down her tits, her chest, her abdomen. She spreads her thighs as widely as they will go, arches her pelvis forward, stops masturbating momentarily so her aching clit is seen between her fingers. She spreads her vaginal lips wide, jerking herself off now with very rapid motions of two fingers of her left hand. The men's pee splatters on her tits and chest -- And she comes! Her pelvis bucks forward, hard -- once, twice, three times, four -- I lose count. Her abdominal muscles are rigid, joining in the spasms. She continues to masturbate right through that wonderful cum -- and finally -- finally -- she pees! Her pelvis is still bucking forward as the bright arc of urine shoots up and out, landing on the ground before her. She is being peed on and she is peeing, essentially in public, as she masturbates and cums for all those men. Now the men are all jerking themselves off as I cum too. Their semen lands on her chest, mixing with the pee, sliding down her tits, staining her blouse and skirt.And of course I come too, pelvis bucking uncontrollably, jerking very hard. I'm holding on to that tree for dear life. And I can't control my pee any longer. It shoots out of me, a thick hard stream splattering noisily on last fall's leaves and the small plants of the forest floor. I catch some of the pee in my left hand, spread it over my tummy, then over each tit. I'm soaked, my tits still exposed, thighs still spread, still experiencing delicious little thrills of spasm, still breathing hard. It was hard not to cry out as I came so hard -- or did I cry out? I think I did. Did they hear me? But they don't seem to have noticed me at all, as the woman gets up from the park bench, fastens one or two buttons of her sopping blouse, walks slowly back toward the more open part of the park. Her blouse is completely stuck to her breasts, her nipples as obvious as if they were bare.And I gradually recover myself and walk back along my secret trail through the woods, still a little wobbly but very calm and contented.