[Author note] I'd like to give a shout-out to literotica user Sildani, who commented on an earlier chapter that it would be nice to read about Josh tit-fucking Isabella. I decided that I couldn't agree more.
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Within our ménage à trois, our little secret society, our sovereign nation-of-three, Ellie was undoubtedly the alpha. She often served as screenwriter, choreographer, and director for our little plays. I myself always felt like something of a bystander, but that suited me just fine. I was not, nor am I now, terribly verbose. I'm happy to spend my time reading and listening to music in headphones. I've never possessed the machismo I see in other man. It isn't that I lacked libido--actually, I had begun to suspect that mine might be hyperactive. Which, of course, made my cohabitating situation ideal.
It was Isabella who ended up surprising me the most. She had endeared herself to me and Ellie when she first came to work at the bookstore just a few months after we had. She was sweet and reserved; a stunning, voluptuous Latina from New York City, an English Lit major at a small Liberal Arts school which butted right up against Ellie's Private Women's College. She read serious books for school, but she liked reading trashy, mass market romance novels too. Her sense of humor was subtle, given to clever, biting satire or the rare-but-hilarious impression of her Puerto Rican Grandmother. She dressed smartly, never wore make-up, and had a smile that could light up an entire room.
After the three of us had begun having sex, Isabella's penchant for experimentation revealed itself slowly, at least at first. One afternoon I came home from my shift at the bookstore, late because of the usual delays on the T, and desperate for a bathroom. I walked into the apartment to find Isabella sitting on the toilet with a rather large sex toy vibrating on her crotch. I would later learn that this was a Hitachi wand. Isabella was wearing an oversized T-shirt and panties and nothing else--her preferred hangout attire. Ellie was out running errands. Isabella had her eyes closed and was in deep concentration. She had definitely heard me come in. "Just...a second..." she said.
"Come on, I really have to go," I said.
"Use the sink, if you have to," she said without looking at me. "Or, if you can wait...I can think of something I'd rather have you do..."
I resolved to hold it for as long as I could. Our experimentation with Golden Showers and pee play was progressing, and I had the feeling that whatever I was currently witnessing was part of it. I was right. Isabella breathed more intensely. There were little catches in her breath as if she couldn't quite exhale all the air that she'd taken in. More rapid gasps--I could tell she was going to cum. She quickly removed the wand from her panties and, just as she did, I heard a noisy splatter hit the toilet water as she peed voluminously through her panties. She rubbed her clit through her underwear and moaned with pleasure, fully wetting herself as a wave of orgasm overtook her body. "Oh, yes! Fuck, that feels good," she said. Then, to me, panting a little as she said it: "Do it. Now. Pee on me, right on my clit. Please."
Without hesitation I took my dick out. It was growing hard, but not so much that it overrode my need to urinate. I pointed it down at Isabella as she sat, piss still running steadily from her soaking wet, dark blue panties. I released, letting my stream hit her panties right over her clit. My stream was powerful thanks to my desperation, and Isabella looked ecstatic as my piss ran down her crotch and splashed into the toilet to mix with hers. I felt immense relief, involuntarily giving that little shiver that sometimes happens during an especially pleasurable urination. My stream slowed, and I finished with one final spurt. Isabella put down the Hitachi wand at the side of the toilet, looking quite satisfied with herself.
"That was even better than I thought it would be," she said with a sing-song voice. I was still standing in front of her, cock-in-hand, looking down at her erect nipples showing through her T-shirt, and at her soaking wet panties. She raised her eyes to meet mine. Not moving from the toilet, she reached out and gingerly played with my cock and balls, relishing feeling me grow hard in her hands. She smiled. "Come on" she said, standing up. She led me out of the bathroom, stripping off her wet panties on the way and tossing them in the hamper we kept in the corner.
I followed Isabella into her bedroom, which was cluttered but neat. Every available surface had at least one book on it. Unframed art adorned the walls--a mix of black-and-white photos and local artist prints she had collected. She detested overhead lights, preferring the warm light of floor and table lamps or, better yet, candles. Both of which she kept in copious amounts around her small bedroom. She walked over to her bed and, aware that she was still soaked with urine from both of us, hastily threw a towel over the sheets before she sat down on it. She pulled her shirt up over her head, revealing her incredible breasts. They were very large, but they seemed to be unnaturally buoyant, somewhat in defiance of gravity. Her perfectly round areolae were like Oreo cookies placed atop two big coffee ice cream scoops. Delicious.
Not wanting her to be alone in her nakedness, I unbuttoned my shirt as I walked over to her, placing it on her desk chair (the only place without a small stack of books). As for the rest, I knew she preferred to do the unwrapping herself. She, still seated on the bed, undid my shorts and swiftly pulled my underwear down with them. She took me into her mouth and I felt myself getting harder. She put both of hands on my ass, pushing me deeper into her mouth. She noisily sucked me, lubricating me, though I didn't yet know what she had in mind.
She drew back, letting my hard-on fall out of her mouth, and she laid down. She grabbed her breasts and pushed them together impressively. Looking from her cleavage to me, she said "Here. I want you to fuck me here." I had fantasized about this moment--particularly since Isabella had begun to hang around the apartment braless. Her tits were practically begging to be fucked.
I got up on the bed and straddled her, my knees on either side of her torso. She let her breasts fall open slightly, giving me the opening to slide my hard cock in between them. I was still slick from her saliva, but she gathered herself and spit on me once more, for good measure. Then she pushed her breasts together again, completely enfolding my erection in her soft, beautiful flesh. I looked down--white shaft disappearing into brown skin. Her nipples were standing fully at attention. I felt captivated by her body, and overcome with lust. I had never fucked a woman's tits before, but I had seen enough porn to have a vague idea what to do. I began to thrust back and forth--the feeling was unfamiliar and exhilarating. Such a different texture- so smooth and soft. Isabella moved her breasts back and forth on me to accentuate my pleasure.
