Hanson moaned as he felt the deep-throating mouth of Camilla's vagina tightly embrace his rock-hard erection. The slurping sound of the lips of her vulva as they sucked and slid up and down his phallus was driving him wild. She lay on top of him on the bed, her face up so close to his that only one side of it was visible to him: one brown eye, dilated, and her salivating, lip-stick red mouth.
Hanson soon became aware of some odd things about this sexual encounter: first, her hair was done up, yet her hair had been down when she came naked into his house; second, there was a lot of sunlight coming in the room, when it should have been nighttime; third, if there was a lot of light, why was there dilation of her pupil? If sexual arousal caused the dilation, why was she only softly moaning? Camilla screamed during vaginal sex: Hanson knew this. Finally, her eyes were
blue
, not brown...
He opened his eyes, and all was explained. His phallus was actually in her mouth; the 'brown eye' was really her pretty anus, opened and inches from his face; and it was morning. He concluded that there was no better alarm clock in the world than Camilla, in the 69 position with him, in the morning. Have dreams ever been any more pleasant than that?
"Now that's what I call a good morning,...or good mooning," he grunted. She giggled as she continued to suck. Adoring the sight of her beautiful anus up so close, he could count the wrinkles and memorize each mark on it. He stuck his tongue inside it as deep as it would go: she'd showered before getting on top of him that morning, so her rectum was immaculate. He enjoyed feeling each tiny fold in that brown tunnel against his tongue as he rolled it in and out and licked her puckered anus lips. She was receiving the greatest pleasure from anilingus yet, and they both came at about the same time; she swallowed every drop of his ejaculation, and he received every drop of hers on his neck and chest.
"You have such a perfect body, Camilla," he sighed.
"You have such a beautiful penis," she said, looking up and down at his naked body. "I have to pee." She got off the bed and started towards the door to get to the bathroom. "I always have to pee right after coming."
"Wait," he said as he got off the bed.
"But sir, I have to go pee-pee." The sight of this naked beauty fidgeting and clutching her crotch was exciting Hanson, even so soon after his orgasm. "Don't make me hold it in too long. I'll pee on the floor."
"Pee on me," he begged, liking the idea of making her hold it in.
"You want a golden shower?" she asked as she flinched and squirmed.
"Yes. In the bathtub. Please, my goddess."
"But, sir...I'll do it if you want, but it's so disrespectful to my teacher." She continued dancing and wincing in discomfort.
"Sanctify me, goddess."
"OK, if you put it that way." They went into the bathroom, he lay down on his back in the tub, and she squatted over his torso. She moaned in relief as the urine finally began to flow; he moaned in pleasure as the liquid gold splashed on his chest. She moved forward and backward so he would feel her piss sprinkling on his neck, stomach, genitals, and legs. He was fortunate in that she had a lot to evacuate from her bursting bladder. His pagan goddess gave him quite a baptism, for he felt the aspersion of yellow drops on his face and hair as well. He was thrilled at how the sight of that diluted honey pouring from her urethra added to the loveliness of her vulva, which she held wide open to the delight of his hungry eyes. Finally, he felt the last few drops she could muster on his face, and she said, "Okay, no more."
He got up, thanked her, and turned on the shower. His penis was erect again. She lathered up the soap and started spreading the lather on his back as he washed her urine off his front. She soaped up his whole body as he soaped up her genitals and anus. After rinsing the soap away, they started kissing and masturbating each other. She nibbled on his nipples and moved one hand up and down his phallus while the other played with his balls. He kissed her forehead, and his hands roved all over her curvaceous body, fondling her breasts and buttocks, and dipping his fingers in her vagina and rectum. She jerked his phallus faster as he tickled her clitoris. At last, she came on his hand, and he came on her belly.
After washing the come off themselves, they got out of the shower stall and dried each other off. Needing to urinate again, she sat on the toilet, leaving her legs wide open so he could watch the golden water pour out into the toilet bowl. Loving the way her curved, round behind caressed the seat, he smiled as he looked down at her and said, "Even when you perform the most animal bodily functions, you're still divinely beautiful. I'm going to go out and get some food for us. What do you want?"
