Coitus interuptus has long been my favourite method of birth control - even when I’m on the pill. Having a guy pull out suddenly and then come over my belly is enough to bring me to orgasm. Especially if he groans a lot and falls forward onto me, squishing the cream between us. And doing it doggie style is definitely my favourite. Neil, my current boyfriend, can get me incredibly hot kneeling behind my upturned buttocks, sliding his cock in and out of my soaking twat, his thighs thudding into my backside, giving me an occasional swat with his open palm, talking dirty.
Yes, especially talking dirty. I always encourage him to tell me what he’s thinking and then when he’s ready to cum, pulls his cock out, tells me that it’s bubbling up from his balls, and I feel the hot splatter over my lower back, I cum like a train, jerking with the intensity. Later I like him to smear his seed over my backside with his soft cock and hand - it always sends little shudders through me and makes my parts glow. And, of course, then I need to clean all the sticky cum off his softened dick with my lips and tongue ....
So it’s not a huge step from getting hot semen splattering on your body to getting hot urine splashed over you. We were in the shower early one working day and I noticed Neil pissing in the drain. On an impulse, I reached between his legs and redirected the yellow stream against my feet then up my legs. The last couple of dribbles were directly against my curly dark thatch. Neil noticed that my nipples had gone hard and he asked if it was the pee that was turning me on.
That night, after we’d had a few beers, Neil said he really needed to piss. I told him to hang on and we’d get in the shower, enjoying the lusty look that came into his eyes when he realised what I intended. We stripped off and I sat in the stall, leaning against the tiled wall. Neil positioned himself across from me and shut the curtain. He told me to frig myself and as my fingers started circling my clit he asked if I wanted him to piss in my hair, against my lips, over my tits, my belly, my thighs, my cunt. My fingers were moving in a blur and I knew I was panting. Suddenly a hard hot acrid yellow stream jetted against my chest splashing my breasts and trickling down my stomach. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue and received a mouthful of the warm nectar before the stream moved up over my eyes into my hair and back down to my still open mouth.
I couldn’t believe how sexy it felt - doing something so nasty and grubby. After a good mouth wash, Neil redirected his piss at my now damp pubes. I pulled back on my labia and as the flaps opened the steaming gush of urine beat directly against my clit. It really sent me over the edge and I writhed in orgasm as his stream petered out, the last few drops landing on my chest as he stood over me.
I was still riding out the last waves of the orgasm when he fed his half hard cock into my mouth. I stuck my tongue into the slit and lapped at the few remaining drops of piss. He was soon hard and entwined his hand in my damp hair so that he could face fuck me. I didn’t resist, just sat slumped there with my head upturned sucking and slurping as he fed me his cock, told me how slutty I looked soaked and stinking of piss, and how he was going to cum all over my face.
My fingers were now buried in my pussy and I was pumping myself at the same pace as his cock was sliding into my throat. Neil reached down and started twisting my nipple, telling me it wasn’t easy to get a firm grip on a tit slippery with piss. I felt myself rapidly building again and then came in a sudden lurch so that Neil’s dick slipped deep into my gullet. “Fuck!” he shouted and I felt a jet of semen hit the back of my throat. Neil quickly withdrew and the next spurt of cum hit my nose and cheek. As he squeezed and wanked the rest of his offering onto my face and neck, my own orgasm rolled on and on. It was really intense. For both of us I guess.
For months after that our sex life revolved around pissing. I was having all my orgasms in the bathroom and it got to the point where I only needed to go into a public toilet and smell that stale urine aroma to get horny. One memorable occasion was a sultry Saturday night. We planned to have a long erotic night and we started drinking beer early. I wanted Neil to have enough piss to drench me more than once. We were already naked by late afternoon, fooling around a bit in the living room as we went through a six pack. We were both getting a little tanked and Neil’s dick was half hard from the little tugs I’d given it in passing. My breasts and buttocks were lightly splotched with pink from his responding slaps and my nipples were tingling from the pain/pleasure.
Neil got up and walked past me to get another beer from the fridge and I landed a quick back hand flick against his bobbing dick. He responded with a hard slap on the side of my breast - hard enough to leave a red mark and make me shudder with the intense tingle that seemed to dart straight to my pussy. “If you do that again,” I gasped, “I’ll wet myself.”
Neil returned with a beer, managing to press the ice cold can against my breast as he passed it to me. I gasped and felt my urethra involuntarily relax and I had to clench my thighs together to prevent any pee escaping. Neil laughed. “Finish that beer and we’ll go to the bathroom.” I drank as fast as I could, spilling some beer down my naked front. Neil’s eyes narrowed and I spilled some more and rubbed it over my belly and breasts making them glisten, watching his cock lift a little.