Carol could remember as a little girl asking her mummy why her teddy bear did not have a willy 'like Daddy.' She must have been a bit of a trial with her odd questions. And later as a big girl, late teens, one of her favourite fantasies had been about that self same bear; imagining the teddy bear growing in her bed, all big and furry. Something really nice to cuddle. She did not imagine it as really animate but she did imagine it with a real penis; one she could stroke to a very firm erection; one she could mount if she wished and even suck. Such a fun little fantasy in her bed. Her own teddy bear, and importantly her own cock to play with until sleep came.
Again her mother must have worried a little over the name she gave that bear, "Willy-bear." She still had the teddy bear in her wardrobe. How many times had he been pressed between her legs as an older teen as the fantasies and stories had come in her head? She had later privately referred to him as "Willy-cum-Bear." How many times had she imagined it big and grown with her astride it, riding her big bear's penis in cow girl fashion? The bear just lying there all passive, and ever hairy, but with a very real penis just where it counted.
Mike had lain there all passive the next morning. "I need a slash," he'd said on waking but Carol had simply said 'No.'
She, herself, had already been and done that, had already showered and had come back to a waking Mike and seen the strength of his erection. Not up to her new 'gold standard' of Mr Girrson's but big enough and certainly very strong. It was that 'morning wood' hardness she so loved. Naked, she had simply pushed Mike back down on the bed and got on top of him. Holding his hands down she had teased him rubbing her wet self up and down his length before pushing it in. A lovely, so firm, sliding up inside herself. It was super, but she could not help thinking how much bigger her next door neighbour's cock was! Of course she came. Carol rarely did not come! She found it strange the trouble some of her friends seemed to have in reaching a climax. It came to her as naturally as peeing!
"Can I now go and take a leak?"
"But you haven't come."
"No, but it's hurting."
Carol relented but she did not let him go off and take his morning relief on his own. Erection in hand she lead him to the bathroom but not to the lavatory rather the shower. It was good to have the opportunity to fondle it, especially that hard!
"Right Mike, what are you going to do first? She had got into the shower with him, she had not turned the water on but was gently exercising his penis. Her fingers sliding up and down its firm shaft. What will come out first?"
"Carol, can't I just..."
"You can if you like... but can you? Wee over me if you can or..."
She suspected it was not easy for a man to wee when his erection was being sexually fondled and his balls gently stroked. She knew Mike could wee when erect but when being very much wanked? She looked up at him with a big grin on her face. Mike's eyes were closed and he had such a look of concentration on his face. It was obvious he was trying to wee - and failing. She giggled and dropped to her knees absorbing his knob into her mouth as she did so, her tongue working.
"Carol! You stupid girl. I, oh no!"
Carol giggled inside. She had done it! Mike had wanted to pee but she had forced the valve the other way and made his semen not his urine come out. It had been a bit of a risk but unsurprisingly she had had Mike's urine in her mouth before. A girl liking cock games was hardly not going to have tried that. But it was not wee which came flooding into her mouth -- Carol had done it. She had made her husband's cock do what she wanted not what he had wanted!
Warm, sticky pulses in her mouth, splashing to the back of her throat. Mike came a lot stronger than Mr G did!
"Carol -- that would have been better after a wee."
He was looking down at her and she up at him, his cock in her mouth. She let go and stood.
"Really, dear oh dear, well you can wee now."
And he had -- after a few moments. His still erect cock in her hands, his cock still dribbling semen suddenly produced a torrent of wee, up it fountained onto her breasts, an early morning rather yellow and rather pungent shower. Nice catching her nipples but what Carol really liked was feeling the hot stream pulsing on her clit. It was easy enough to force down and between her legs -- the penis was not at all as firm as before. Once, she had actually come like that with Mike's torrent hot on her clit but not this time. It was nice though, hot, powerful and really rather clitoris friendly!
Carol shook the last few drops away and turned on the shower. Just as she had washed Mr Girrson the night before she washed her husband. Only his penis was no longer erect. Mr Girrson's had been.
Carol saw Mike off to work and then her attention turned towards her neighbour. How was he that morning?
Of course she did not have a key, all she could do was ring the door bell. There was quite a wait but she heard footsteps descending.
Mr Girrson was in his pyjamas still, a dressing gown pulled around him.
"Oh, Carol, I'm not up yet. Not at all like me, normally I rise with the lark."
"Not so good then?"
"Still rather stiff, not so bad but not right. I expect it will ease as the day wears on. I was going out but don't think..."
"Would 'Deep Heat' or some liniment do the trick do you think?"
"Might but I haven't any."
"Mike has."
And despite his protestations Carol found herself looking down on a completely naked Mr Girrson lying on his front with her in her blue jeans and white blouse squeezing the tube of 'Deep Heat' and applying the cream to his back. She was no masseuse but she had a bit of an idea about how to firmly rub bunched muscles and ease stiff backs. She worked hard making her fingers ache.
"Well, there we are, it all smells a bit like a Rugby changing room, but is that better."
"How do you know what a Rugby changing room smells like, Carol? Sorry, it seemed an unlikely experience."
"Alas yes! Sorry Mr Girrson I cannot provide some interesting and titillating story, not even that I sat in the corner as a little girl and watched all the big players changing. Big, powerful men with big penises, so different from women; still less can I recall wandering into the wrong changing rooms after a hockey game at college and perhaps joining the boys in the showers! Nice as I'm sure it would be for you to hear!"
"I'd have heard less interesting stories!"
"Well, shall we get you dressed?"
"I think I'll lie here for a bit."
