Chapter 17

“Please, come in. Rubin, I’m so glad you agreed to come see me.”

“Arlene showed me your pictures, then I had to see you in person. How long have you been her partner?”

“Next month, it will be four years. We met at college. Can I get you anything?”

“Just ice water, please.”

“Certainly. Actually, I’m hoping I can dehydrate you. Arlene’s going to take you to our bedroom; I’ll be there in a minute.”

In the bedroom, Arlene said, “Let me help you undress. She’s raring to go, I promise. I’m going to be in that chair watching, is that OK?”

“I see the towel; I figured you’d be sitting on it. Oh, here, let me.”

I loosened my belt, unbuttoned my pants, and lowered the zipper. Then I pulled my underwear straight out over my erection, and pushed everything down to my ankles.

Arlene gasped, “Wow. Gorgeous.”

“You’re still a terrible lesbian. Put your tongue back in your mouth, Arlene.”

“It’s not ... Oh, fuck you, Rubin.”

From the other direction, I heard, “That’s exactly MY plan. Here’s your water.”

Naked Annie handed me a glass, and I took several swallows while drinking her in with my eyes.

“Thank you. Your partner seems to be flummoxed. I just need to get my feet and legs freed up.”

“Good word, flummoxed. I think you’re the biggest we’ve ever seen. Sit on the edge of the bed and we’ll get you ready.”

They each took a leg and pulled off a shoe, sock, and pant leg.

“I’d like to be on top, is that OK?”

“I’m at your service.”

I repositioned to the middle of the bed while Arlene skinned down her pants and sat in the chair (on the towel). Both of them had small bushes, I noticed.

“I can’t wait any longer!”

Annie grabbed my shaft, aimed it carefully, and sank down firmly. She groaned and held herself still, panting.

“So. Fucking. Big. Oh, let me adjust.”

“Take your time, Annie; I’m not going anywhere.”

She tried a few tentative humps. She was shocked. It felt like her whole vagina was being tugged back and forth, in and out, instead of the regular sliding feeling. Tightly wrapped around my thickness, her inner labia weren’t slipping either.

She continued with that small rocking motion, feeling that internal tugging. And then, suddenly—

“I’m coming! I’m coming!”

Annie cried out, slumped forward, and gushed all over me. Some was her natural creamy lube, but most was urine.

“Oh, shit! I peed on you! I’m sorry!”

“It’s fine. Just keep fucking me!”

Because of the new slipperiness, my cock started pistoning in and out. To encourage her, I grabbed her ass, pushed, and pulled. Then she came again, and I held her tightly as her muscles stiffened and she cried out, but not using words.

When I felt her relax, I asked a question.

“Me on top?”

“Yes!”

After gently moving her body to a drier part of the mattress, I climbed over her, between her splayed legs.