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I awoke with a start. I was alone in bed. I'm not usually disoriented when I wake up, but after a night of frequent sex and bathroom pee games, I wasn't my fully rested self.
But where was Annette? And I had to piss—badly. The usual piss hard-on was evident.
As I walked out of my bedroom to the bathroom, I heard noises in my kitchen. Curious, I decided to investigate.
Sitting at the table was Annette, nude, with a bunch of peonies from my flower bed strewn all over the table.
She looked up at me. "Hi. I see you've recovered from last night."
"Huh?"
She directed her eyes downward while she was arranging the flowers. "Is that for me?"
"Oh. Well, I've gotta piss. Yes, it's for you if it stays hard."
"Come here," she commanded, standing up.
She took a strong grip on my penis while she kissed me; then she literally pulled me by the penis to the outside door leading to the pool area.
She took a cushion and placed it at my feet and then kneeled on it so that her face was level with my erect cock. She stroked the foreskin back and forth.
"Pee or cum—I don't care which, but no matter; he's mine until you do either one or both."
I wasn't about to argue: I have a nude blonde goddess (should I dare call her Aphrodite?) at my feet willing to bring my wildest fantasies to reality.
The pee won. Poor Annette—she was trying to swallow, but the piss was running out of her mouth; in desperation she gripped my penis and pulled it from her mouth and sprayed my pee all over her face and chest.
Once the flow abated, I could feel myself becoming detumescent—rapidly.
"Damn, he got soft fast. I'm going to have to bring him back to life," she said.
"Don't you have to pee?"
"Yeah . . ."
"Stand up then. You're not going to take this lying down."
I laughed at my own weak joke, but apparently it was lost on her. She stood up and spread her legs, as this is what we had done during our pee games in the shower last night.
I kneeled down on the same cushion she used and craned my head into her pussy, using my fingers to spread her lips. No sooner than my warm breath made contact with her cunt, her pee came in torrents. It went onto my face, up my nose, and down my body. Some of it even managed to get into my mouth.
When the last trickle dripped from her pubic hair, which I licked off, she pulled up a cushion and sat next to me. I am sure that to an outsider both of us smelled strongly of urine.
"You had to have been saving all of that for me," I said.
"Remember last night, during our last pee games in the shower, when I suggested we go to sleep?"
"Yeah."
"And you wanted to have one last fuck before we slept?"
"Yeah."
"Well, as soon as you entered me, you fell asleep. Not that I minded; I loved having you close to me. But I awoke later, and I had to pee. You had slipped out of me—in fact, you were soft—but with you on top of me, I couldn't get out of bed to pee. When you finally rolled off me, it was morning. So I got up and decided to save my pee for you. Tending to the flowers kept me busy until you got up."
She reached over and kissed me.
"I love you," she said.
"As do I."
"And we need to do some shopping together."
"Oh, why?"
"We need to buy several sets of rubber sheets or waterproof mattress covers. That way we can do our pee play in bed and mix the sex with it. And if you fall asleep on me while we're making love again, at least I can pee when I want to. We'll save water, too."
"We'll still have to wash the sheets."
"Oh, yeah . . . Hadn't thought of that."
"Anything else?"
"Yeah, new sheets. Yours are threadbare and drab. You need color. Also, my big toe got caught in one of the holes."
