Just Being Neighbourly
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All I wanted was to smell Caroline’s used panties. It wasn’t even as if I was breaking and entering, since we had one of her spare keys just as she had one of ours, in case of emergency.
Admittedly this was no emergency, but an opportunity had presented itself, and I couldn’t resist the temptation. My wife was staying overnight at her sister’s. I’d seen our next door neighbour leave the house earlier and guessed she’d be spending the evening at her boyfriend’s. It was Saturday evening, after all.
So I took Caroline’s key off the hook and slipped it into my pocket along with the key to my own house, locking the back door behind me as I set off for next door. It being dark, I could quite easily sneak across without being seen by other neighbours by keeping to the shadows. I clambered over the fence that separated the two properties and made my way to Caroline’s back door, unlocking with a stealth the situation didn’t require.
The door led straight into the utility room, so I didn’t even have to enter the house proper. There was the washing machine, there was the tumble dryer, and there was the laundry basket. Imagine my delight when I lifted the lid to discover that it was full.
I had no trouble finding a pair of Caroline’s used panties. I stood there, holding the white garment in my hand while I took a deep breath. There’s really no way I can explain this kink of mine. Let’s just say that I love the smell of cunt. I frequently have a rummage in the laundry basket at home, putting my wife’s dirty knickers up against my face and inhaling deeply. Now I did the same with our next door neighbour’s, sticking my nose into the crotch of her panties and taking a deep breath.
I expected the same kind of sensation I was used to at home, but the strength of the odour emanating from Caroline’s used underwear surprised me. I took another deep breath. To my intense delight, I was quite sure of what I was smelling. Caroline’s panties seemed to be infused with arousal. I’d smelled enough pairs of knickers to infer that our next door neighbour had been uncommonly horny when she wore these. The scent was practically orgasmic in its intensity. I stood there, pressing the garment against my nose and mouth, imagining Caroline playing with herself, cumming in her underwear, juices leaking out, impregnating the fabric.
This was definitely an unexpected bonus! As I stood there, inhaling deeply, my cock turned to granite.
Why, you might be wondering, was I not content to just fish my wife’s used undies out of the laundry basket at home? Why this sneaky visit to next door?
Curiosity, is the simple answer. Curiosity had gotten the better of me. Caroline was a very friendly woman, but she exuded a certain something more than mere geniality. If it wasn’t exactly raw sexuality, there was definitely something about her that attracted me in ways a married man is not supposed to feel.
Caroline was also a big woman. In this she differed very much from my wife. Not that I was dissatisfied in any way with our conjugal life, but if my wife had very little to grab hold of, then Caroline had plenty. Her deep cleavage never failed to excite my imagination whenever I saw it.
I had no intention of actually cheating on Ann, but I have to admit that once or twice, when I was feeling frisky and my wife wasn’t in the same place, I had laid in bed and worked my cock imagining it planted firmly between the next door neighbour’s more than ample breasts. I mean just fantasizing isn’t cheating, is it?
OK, I admit, standing in the next door neighbour’s utility room, luxuriating in the smell of her used panties may be some people’s definition of cheating, but I wasn’t actually doing anything with another woman, was I? It’s just that an opportunity had presented itself, and I’d taken it. Given my curiosity about Caroline, it was pretty hard to resist.
As I stood there, inhaling the remnants of superabundant arousal, my eyes fell on another pair of knickers. They’d been dropped on the floor and were half obscured by the laundry basket. I tossed the pair I was holding back among the dirty laundry and bent to pick up this other pair.
I felt damp against my fingers, and when I held the knickers up to my nose, a very different smell from before. This was more like an embarrassing accident. I inhaled deeply.
Then a sound reached my ears. Well, a cry really. My first thought was that someone was in pain, though who or why I couldn’t imagine since the house was empty. It was, wasn’t it?
Instinctively I felt I ought to investigate. I walked to the door leading into the house proper and opened it gingerly. Sounds filtered through to me, seeming to come from the TV. My heart started beating faster. Caroline must have come home without my noticing, unless I was about to encounter a burglar relaxing in her living area with a can of Special Brew in his hand.
The obvious thing to do was to close the door as gingerly as I’d opened it and make my way home as quickly as possible. Maybe I would have done just that if I hadn’t heard another cry. This one was much clearer, and it was also clear that it wasn’t a cry of pain so much as one of pleasure. My first thought was that Caroline had come back with her boyfriend, but somehow I intuitively felt that wasn’t it.
For the second time that evening, my curiosity got the better of my better judgement. I stole onward, through the kitchen. The further in I sneaked, the louder the noises became. I identified the TV, where several voices were colliding with moans and groans. But there were other moans and groans too, loud and insistent, and clearly belonging to Caroline.
I continued into the dining area, keeping to the wall and cursing under my breath when my feet weren’t as quiet as I meant for them to be. The house was open plan, and soon I was close to a corner beyond which I’d easily be able to see into the living area.
When I did, I could scarcely believe my eyes. Caroline was slumped in an armchair dressed in a white négligée. The garment just about prevented me from seeing the huge mounds I’d fantasized about, but given what else I saw, I wasn’t too bothered. The armchair was facing the TV, where some kind of orgy was in progress. I was less interested in the orgy than in the way Caroline had her legs parted and her feet resting on the coffee table, the négligée pulled up round her waist. Both hands were gripping a very large dildo, which she was busy ramming into herself. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” she moaned. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” Then she titled her head back and cried out, “Oh yes!”
I stood there mesmerised, half hidden, half not. I saw Caroline diagonally from behind, an angle which wasn’t the best. Nevertheless, I saw her rip the dildo from herself and begin slapping it between her thighs. “Oh yes!” she cried again. Then she gave the kind of scream that had attracted my attention in the first place.
I don’t know what I was thinking. Well, really I wasn’t thinking at all. The sight of the woman sitting there was such a huge turn on. Suddenly I was standing there with my cock out in the open, watching as Caroline brought both hands up to maul her huge breasts through the négligée; breasts I’d still only seen in my imagination.
One of Caroline’s hands moved back down. As she squeezed her breasts with one hand, she slapped her own pussy with the other. She was letting out the most delicious moans, staring at the screen. I stood there, with one hand round my cock, masturbating to the sight of the next door neighbour as she let out a new scream. “Oh yes! Fucking give it to me!”
Her body twisted, and so did her head. There was no way of escaping. Caroline sat bolt upright, staring at me. “Daniel!” she exclaimed. “What are you doing here?”
“I heard a noise,” I said. It was a pretty stupid explanation, but then given that I was standing there with my cock in one hand and a pair of Caroline’s used panties in the other, any explanation was destined to be as stupid as they come.
The woman’s eyes narrowed. “I know I’m a bit of a screamer, but I doubt very much my screams can be heard all the way over to your house.”
“I thought you were out.”
“And so you came across to get a whiff of my panties.” She nodded at the garment I was holding. “How many times have you done that?”
“This is the first,” I said truthfully.
Caroline didn’t look as if she believed me. There was an awkward silence, during which I felt the need to tuck my now shrunken penis back in my trousers.
“Don’t worry,” Caroline said at long last. “I won’t tell Ann about this.”
That was a relief. “Thank you,” I said quietly.
There was a strange little smile playing on Caroline’s lips. “If you’d like to do me a little favour in return…”
“Of course. Just name it.”
There was a change in Caroline’s expression, the smile more debauched, more craving. “There’s bottled water in the fridge. Bring some in here and drink as much of it as you can.”
The request took my breath away, though somehow I wasn’t surprised. The pieces fell into place. The damp panties I was holding in my hand, the nature of the film that was still running and which I hadn’t paid any attention to, though I must have taken it in subliminally. “Are you serious?” I said.
“You have your fetish,” Caroline said, nodding at the panties I was still holding in my hand. “I have mine. Are you going to help me or not?”
Though I’d never done anything like it in my life, there was, for some reason, no question of doing anything but acquiescing. I nodded, turning to revisit the kitchen, easily finding what I was looking for and returning with two large bottles. Back in the living area, I discovered that Caroline had resumed her enjoyment of what was playing on the TV, rubbing herself unashamedly watching two men urinating over a writhing female body.
I sat down in the other armchair, unscrewed the top on one of the bottles and began chugging. It was completely insane, as if the smell of Caroline’s undies had somehow put a spell on me. I wasn’t thinking at all, just going along with the situation as if I had no choice in any matter whatsoever.
Her hand still moving between her thighs, Caroline turned to me. “Those knickers you were holding. I pissed myself earlier. My bladder was so full on the way home. I didn’t have time to get indoors, I just squatted by the garage wall.”
“I see,” I said, not really knowing what else to say.
“It made me horny. Got me in the mood.”
“I thought you were seeing someone,” I said neutrally, but really fishing.
“Ken?” Caroline said. “Ken doesn’t understand about this.” She gave a little laugh as she gestured at the screen. “Maybe I need to dump him and find someone who does.”
The casual way she said it suggested that Ken wasn’t exactly someone she was planning on spending her life with. I chugged some more water, watching Caroline as she watched the debauched action on the TV. “Oh this is so hot!” she breathed suddenly. Her hand worked faster between her thighs. I didn’t care what she was watching – though female voices were certainly excited – only how it made her react.
She parted her pussy lips, two fingers suddenly darting into her tunnel and working hard. “Oh I so want that!” She was staring intently at the screen, the splatter of urine from the TV combining with loud squelching from her pussy. I chugged yet more water. It was beginning to feel uncomfortable. The human body isn’t meant to consume liquid at that rate, and I’d already drunk too much coffee at home. Besides, every man knows that the male member’s dual functions can provide for some pretty precarious situations. I was hugely aroused by the sight of Caroline, but only too well aware that the state she required of me was somewhat inimical to growth. I chugged yet more water.
Then Caroline was smiling. “Since you like sniffing my panties,” she said. “Maybe you’d like to smell my cunt for real?”
She was certainly a no nonsense woman. I swallowed. In spite of all the water I’d drunk, my mouth suddenly felt dry. I drank some more before rising and moving across to her. I got down in front of her, slowly moving my face closer to where fingers were rubbing.
Suddenly she’d grabbed my head. My face was being forced into big, puffy pussy lips. I’d never experienced anything like it. The smell of Caroline’s debauched desire invaded my nostrils as moisture attached itself to my nose and lips. If her panties seemed to have cast a spell on me, they were as nothing compared to this. I breathed in deeply. It was like inhaling raw sex in its purest, most uninhibited form.
There was only one thing to do. With Caroline holding my head in place, I put my tongue out, sliding it until I found her entrance. I was finding it hard to breathe, but stuck my tongue inside, encountering rich, thick cream. I swirled my tongue, completely overpowered by the taste and smell of voluptuous carnality. “Aaaaaah!” Caroline gasped. “Tell me when you’re ready to give me what I really want.”
With my face squashed into her cunt, I was unable to say anything. The liquid I’d consumed so far this evening, both at home and here, was really making itself felt, but intuitively I understood that I had to be really bursting to satisfy Caroline.
I glanced up. Caroline’s rapacious eyes were still glued to the screen, where noisy splashes combined with lewd moans. I managed to glance up, seeing her bosom heave, topped off with the outline of massive areolae. I dug my tongue further into her, the taste and smell the kind of thing that might make a man lose his mind. I was beginning to feel as if I might spend my entire life worshipping at her cunt, whether I was married or not.
“My clit!” Caroline gasped. “Lick my clit!”
She was still holding my head so hard I could hardly move enough to do even that. Somehow I managed to extricate my tongue from her hole and inch it upward. It was as if she was oozing sex. Everything was slick and oily. I wanted to ask if she was perpetually horny, but by now my tongue had reached her pleasure button, which was as swollen as her nipples.
I flicked my tongue, hearing Caroline gasp out loud. “I can’t wait!” she complained. “How close are you to needing to go?”
I tried to answer, but there was no way my grunts would make sense to anyone. Caroline didn’t seem to mind; perhaps it had been a rhetorical question. She moaned some more as I lashed at the swell of clitoris. Then suddenly she shoved me away so that I almost fell backwards. I watched in amazement as she brought her hand down, slapping herself hard between her legs. Then she rubbed. Then she slapped, all the while moaning and gasping.
Then she was screaming, the same kind as I’d heard before. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Her heavy bulk shifted in the armchair, heaving, jerking, juddering. Then she was staring at me with a big, raunchy smile on her face. “Don’t worry. There’s plenty more where that came from. Now, how far along are you?”
“Getting there,” I said. To emphasize my willingness, I drained the bottle I’d been drinking from, unscrewing the top on the other and taking a swig for good measure.
Caroline was looking at me with an amused look in her eye. “You know,” she said. “Regardless of how far along you are, I could certainly do with a piss.”
“Lead the way,” I said.
I took the bottle of water with me, not sure how much more I was going to drink – or for that matter could drink. Caroline left the film running as we left the living area. Walking up the stairs behind her, I kept my eyes on her voluminous behind, now concealed by the négligée. There was certainly a lot of it to grab hold of, should it come to that.
At the top of the stairs, I couldn’t resist giving her a slap on the behind. Caroline turned with a wicked smile on her face. “Naughty boy,” she teased. “Maybe another time I’ll let you spank me and call me names.”
Really? That would be another way in which Caroline was very different from Ann. “Maybe I’ll hold you to that,” I said, feeling a little ashamed of how easy it seemed to be to cast marital fidelity to the wind. It must be the strong taste of Caroline still on my tongue casting that spell on me.
In the bathroom the woman wasted no time at all in getting on the toilet. Négligée pulled up, once again revealing her full bush, she stared at me with depraved, ravenous eyes. “Come closer! Get your hand down here!”
All of this was very new and very alien to me, and yet I was prepared to go along with just about anything. I stepped forwards, leaning in to place my hand just below Caroline’s pussy. “Aaaaaaah!” she breathed, the flow of urine starting almost immediately, warm liquid striking my hand and dripping into the toilet bowel.
“Aaaaaaah!” Caroline breathed again. I felt that she must have drunk a fair bit herself, because the liquid flowed for quite a while. This kind of thing had never been an option for me, so I’d never considered it seriously, but standing there I realised that the sheer perversity of it was to my liking.
More than that, seeing Caroline peeing brought me to absolute bursting. “I’ve gotta go!” I said, voice strained.
“Stroke my face first!” Caroline urged breathlessly.
The woman was a fucking deviant! Good on her! Doing everything I could to hold back the tide, I raised my hand and rubbed it against a cheek as the final drops trickled into the toilet. Caroline twisted her head, her tongue coming out to lap at my fingers. “Aaaaah!” she gasped. “You have no idea how fucking turned on I am right now. Give it to me, Daniel! Give it to me!”
I brought my cock out as Caroline used both hands to cradle her massive breasts and then thrust them together, pushing up at the same time. The relief was immense when the urine began to flow, but the best part of all was how the liquid quickly rendered Caroline’s négligée transparent. Whereas before I’d only seen the outline of her areolae and nipples, now they suddenly revealed themselves to me, the soaked fabric clinging to them only making Caroline’s boobs even more irresistible.
Aiming straight at her big, swollen nipples was irresistible too, first one, than the other, then back again. All the while Caroline gasped and moaned, expressing huge joy in what to most people would be a shameful, degrading act.
With the immediate need to pee satiated, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I needed to go again. Even with that knowledge, I grabbed the bottle of water and drank as much as I could. “Ooooh!” Caroline cooed. “Looks like someone’s got a taste for it!”
She was running her hands all over the drenched, clingy fabric. I reached out to grab hold of a boob, having imagined feeling them for so long. Caroline grinned, letting me grope her sodden tits as a hand went to my cock. I stepped forward, stiffening quickly with her fingers round me. “Mmmmmm!” Caroline purred. Her other hand went down between her thighs as she leaned forward and took my erection between her lips.
It hardly felt real any longer, more like a dream. I squeezed Caroline’s boobs hard, hearing a trickle as she used her soft, wet mouth on me. She was pissing again.
The whole thing turned me on so that I could barely control myself. I began thrusting in Caroline’s mouth. “Mmmm! Mmmmm!” she hummed. Then the hand she’d just pissed on was touching my cheek, as I had hers. Before I knew it I was sucking on her fingers, high on the depravity of the situation. There was a squelching as I repeatedly reached the back of Caroline’s oral cavity, but she didn’t complain.
I experienced the exquisite torture of being both hugely aroused and needing to pee again. I pulled out of her mouth, aiming at her, trying to make my swollen cock emit urine, which isn’t easy.
“Wait!” Caroline gasped. She moved swiftly, rising from the toilet and moving to the bath, climbing in. She positioned herself, spreading her legs, pulling the négligée up to expose her cunt. The wet material was still clinging to her superb breasts, swollen nipples wrapped in piss-soaked fabric.
Caroline held her hand up at me, greedy eyes accentuating the message. “Give it to me! Here!” The hand moved down between her legs. She gave her clit a quick rub, then stuffed two fingers inside herself. “Aaaaaaah! Give it to me, Daniel! Give it to me!”
The time it had taken for her to get into position had afforded me the time I needed to get my equipment in order. As soon as the jet of urine struck her hand, Caroline pulled her fingers out, using both hands to hold herself open. Just as earlier I hadn’t been able to resist aiming straight at her swollen nipples, now I could resist aiming straight at her swollen clit.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Caroline screamed. For a second I wondered if she was going to cum, just from that, but she didn’t. As my pee continued to rain down on her, she slapped her cunt hard. Then two fingers went back inside as she frigged herself wildly. “Give it to me all over!” she screamed. “Make me your little piss slut, Daniel!”
I could hardly believe she was saying such a thing. I aimed further up, once again soaking the négligée where it clung to her stomach and her massively alluring breasts. Caroline squeezed and mauled her huge mammaries even after I temporarily ran out. She was plugging herself with three fingers now, wailing and screaming. “Oh! Yes! Oh! That’s so good, Daniel! More! More!”
I reached for the bottle, downing more water and feeling it push on the liquid that was already inside me. I can’t claim that I aimed at all this time. Caroline was screaming and screaming, slapping her cunt and stuffing her fingers inside herself. Pee was once again flowing freely. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Piss all over me!” Caroline yelled as the liquid struck her. I let the jet move up and down her body, re-soaking her.
And now Caroline was cumming. Her big body jerking in the bath as she slapped and fingered herself. With so much liquid sloshing about, I couldn’t be sure, but I fancied I saw a squirt as she gave a climactic wail, like she’d reached the end of an aria.
I saw depraved satisfaction in her eyes as I drained my last. If I expected her to rest a while, I was mistaken. Caroline sat up, twisting her body and resting her arms on the side of the bath. As before, she reached out to grab my cock, which began to stiffen. She stared up at me. “Time you were given a reward, Daniel.”
She guided my cock to her mouth as I stood there stunned. Her lips went down on me. I reached out, grabbing at her piss-soaked, négligée-wrapped tits, squeezing and mauling. “Mmmmm!” Caroline purred, shoving her mouth down over me. There was no sophistication about it, just a ribald, wanton, greedy feasting.
“You really want that cum, don’t you, Caroline?” I gasped, squeezing her breasts as hard as I could.
She pulled her mouth off me and slapped my cock against her face. “Yes, Daniel! I do! I’m not just a little piss slut, I’m a little cumslut too!”
My fingers grabbed at her nipples through the fabric, pulling and twisting as she went back down on me, sucking hard while she worked me with her hand. It was never going to last long. It was all far too filthy for that. “Fuck, Caroline! I’m gonna blow!”
Caroline pulled her head off me, only to wipe my cock all over her cheeks and lips. Sperm bubbled out of me onto her facial skin, loads of the stuff. When she leaned back against the side of the bath, the sight of this piss-drenched, cum-faced woman seemed extraordinary to me.
She smiled, licking her lips and dragging a helping of my sperm into her mouth. “Thank you, Daniel,” she said. “That was just what I needed.”
“My pleasure,” I said. I paused. “It wasn’t exactly how I expected to spend the evening.”
Caroline winked at me. “Sometimes being a pervert has its advantages, doesn’t it?”
“It certainly does.”
There was a little pause. I should clean myself off, but I could also feel my bladder once again announce the need to go.
“Neither Ann nor Ken should know about this,” Caroline was saying.
“Definitely not,” I agreed.
Then Caroline winked. “But if you ever feel an overwhelming need to relieve your bladder…”
“I’ll know where to come.” I paused. “Actually…”
Caroline gave a wicked grin. “Clean me off,” she breathed, tilting her head back and closing her eyes. “Before you go. Clean my face.”
I couldn’t believe it. How filthy could the woman get? But I took aim as she kept her mouth and eyes closed, letting the jet of urine wash away the sperm from her face as she clutched at her big breasts, pinching her nipples.
Back home I discovered that I still had her panties in my pocket. I must have put them there when I went to the kitchen for water. I couldn’t keep them in the house, in case Ann found them, but there would be time to return them tomorrow. Maybe I should have a good, long drink before I did.
Admittedly this was no emergency, but an opportunity had presented itself, and I couldn’t resist the temptation. My wife was staying overnight at her sister’s. I’d seen our next door neighbour leave the house earlier and guessed she’d be spending the evening at her boyfriend’s. It was Saturday evening, after all.
So I took Caroline’s key off the hook and slipped it into my pocket along with the key to my own house, locking the back door behind me as I set off for next door. It being dark, I could quite easily sneak across without being seen by other neighbours by keeping to the shadows. I clambered over the fence that separated the two properties and made my way to Caroline’s back door, unlocking with a stealth the situation didn’t require.
The door led straight into the utility room, so I didn’t even have to enter the house proper. There was the washing machine, there was the tumble dryer, and there was the laundry basket. Imagine my delight when I lifted the lid to discover that it was full.
I had no trouble finding a pair of Caroline’s used panties. I stood there, holding the white garment in my hand while I took a deep breath. There’s really no way I can explain this kink of mine. Let’s just say that I love the smell of cunt. I frequently have a rummage in the laundry basket at home, putting my wife’s dirty knickers up against my face and inhaling deeply. Now I did the same with our next door neighbour’s, sticking my nose into the crotch of her panties and taking a deep breath.
I expected the same kind of sensation I was used to at home, but the strength of the odour emanating from Caroline’s used underwear surprised me. I took another deep breath. To my intense delight, I was quite sure of what I was smelling. Caroline’s panties seemed to be infused with arousal. I’d smelled enough pairs of knickers to infer that our next door neighbour had been uncommonly horny when she wore these. The scent was practically orgasmic in its intensity. I stood there, pressing the garment against my nose and mouth, imagining Caroline playing with herself, cumming in her underwear, juices leaking out, impregnating the fabric.
This was definitely an unexpected bonus! As I stood there, inhaling deeply, my cock turned to granite.
Why, you might be wondering, was I not content to just fish my wife’s used undies out of the laundry basket at home? Why this sneaky visit to next door?
Curiosity, is the simple answer. Curiosity had gotten the better of me. Caroline was a very friendly woman, but she exuded a certain something more than mere geniality. If it wasn’t exactly raw sexuality, there was definitely something about her that attracted me in ways a married man is not supposed to feel.
Caroline was also a big woman. In this she differed very much from my wife. Not that I was dissatisfied in any way with our conjugal life, but if my wife had very little to grab hold of, then Caroline had plenty. Her deep cleavage never failed to excite my imagination whenever I saw it.
I had no intention of actually cheating on Ann, but I have to admit that once or twice, when I was feeling frisky and my wife wasn’t in the same place, I had laid in bed and worked my cock imagining it planted firmly between the next door neighbour’s more than ample breasts. I mean just fantasizing isn’t cheating, is it?
OK, I admit, standing in the next door neighbour’s utility room, luxuriating in the smell of her used panties may be some people’s definition of cheating, but I wasn’t actually doing anything with another woman, was I? It’s just that an opportunity had presented itself, and I’d taken it. Given my curiosity about Caroline, it was pretty hard to resist.
As I stood there, inhaling the remnants of superabundant arousal, my eyes fell on another pair of knickers. They’d been dropped on the floor and were half obscured by the laundry basket. I tossed the pair I was holding back among the dirty laundry and bent to pick up this other pair.
I felt damp against my fingers, and when I held the knickers up to my nose, a very different smell from before. This was more like an embarrassing accident. I inhaled deeply.
Then a sound reached my ears. Well, a cry really. My first thought was that someone was in pain, though who or why I couldn’t imagine since the house was empty. It was, wasn’t it?
Instinctively I felt I ought to investigate. I walked to the door leading into the house proper and opened it gingerly. Sounds filtered through to me, seeming to come from the TV. My heart started beating faster. Caroline must have come home without my noticing, unless I was about to encounter a burglar relaxing in her living area with a can of Special Brew in his hand.
The obvious thing to do was to close the door as gingerly as I’d opened it and make my way home as quickly as possible. Maybe I would have done just that if I hadn’t heard another cry. This one was much clearer, and it was also clear that it wasn’t a cry of pain so much as one of pleasure. My first thought was that Caroline had come back with her boyfriend, but somehow I intuitively felt that wasn’t it.
For the second time that evening, my curiosity got the better of my better judgement. I stole onward, through the kitchen. The further in I sneaked, the louder the noises became. I identified the TV, where several voices were colliding with moans and groans. But there were other moans and groans too, loud and insistent, and clearly belonging to Caroline.
I continued into the dining area, keeping to the wall and cursing under my breath when my feet weren’t as quiet as I meant for them to be. The house was open plan, and soon I was close to a corner beyond which I’d easily be able to see into the living area.
When I did, I could scarcely believe my eyes. Caroline was slumped in an armchair dressed in a white négligée. The garment just about prevented me from seeing the huge mounds I’d fantasized about, but given what else I saw, I wasn’t too bothered. The armchair was facing the TV, where some kind of orgy was in progress. I was less interested in the orgy than in the way Caroline had her legs parted and her feet resting on the coffee table, the négligée pulled up round her waist. Both hands were gripping a very large dildo, which she was busy ramming into herself. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” she moaned. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” Then she titled her head back and cried out, “Oh yes!”
I stood there mesmerised, half hidden, half not. I saw Caroline diagonally from behind, an angle which wasn’t the best. Nevertheless, I saw her rip the dildo from herself and begin slapping it between her thighs. “Oh yes!” she cried again. Then she gave the kind of scream that had attracted my attention in the first place.
I don’t know what I was thinking. Well, really I wasn’t thinking at all. The sight of the woman sitting there was such a huge turn on. Suddenly I was standing there with my cock out in the open, watching as Caroline brought both hands up to maul her huge breasts through the négligée; breasts I’d still only seen in my imagination.
One of Caroline’s hands moved back down. As she squeezed her breasts with one hand, she slapped her own pussy with the other. She was letting out the most delicious moans, staring at the screen. I stood there, with one hand round my cock, masturbating to the sight of the next door neighbour as she let out a new scream. “Oh yes! Fucking give it to me!”
Her body twisted, and so did her head. There was no way of escaping. Caroline sat bolt upright, staring at me. “Daniel!” she exclaimed. “What are you doing here?”
“I heard a noise,” I said. It was a pretty stupid explanation, but then given that I was standing there with my cock in one hand and a pair of Caroline’s used panties in the other, any explanation was destined to be as stupid as they come.
The woman’s eyes narrowed. “I know I’m a bit of a screamer, but I doubt very much my screams can be heard all the way over to your house.”
“I thought you were out.”
“And so you came across to get a whiff of my panties.” She nodded at the garment I was holding. “How many times have you done that?”
“This is the first,” I said truthfully.
Caroline didn’t look as if she believed me. There was an awkward silence, during which I felt the need to tuck my now shrunken penis back in my trousers.
“Don’t worry,” Caroline said at long last. “I won’t tell Ann about this.”
That was a relief. “Thank you,” I said quietly.
There was a strange little smile playing on Caroline’s lips. “If you’d like to do me a little favour in return…”
“Of course. Just name it.”
There was a change in Caroline’s expression, the smile more debauched, more craving. “There’s bottled water in the fridge. Bring some in here and drink as much of it as you can.”
The request took my breath away, though somehow I wasn’t surprised. The pieces fell into place. The damp panties I was holding in my hand, the nature of the film that was still running and which I hadn’t paid any attention to, though I must have taken it in subliminally. “Are you serious?” I said.
“You have your fetish,” Caroline said, nodding at the panties I was still holding in my hand. “I have mine. Are you going to help me or not?”
Though I’d never done anything like it in my life, there was, for some reason, no question of doing anything but acquiescing. I nodded, turning to revisit the kitchen, easily finding what I was looking for and returning with two large bottles. Back in the living area, I discovered that Caroline had resumed her enjoyment of what was playing on the TV, rubbing herself unashamedly watching two men urinating over a writhing female body.
I sat down in the other armchair, unscrewed the top on one of the bottles and began chugging. It was completely insane, as if the smell of Caroline’s undies had somehow put a spell on me. I wasn’t thinking at all, just going along with the situation as if I had no choice in any matter whatsoever.
Her hand still moving between her thighs, Caroline turned to me. “Those knickers you were holding. I pissed myself earlier. My bladder was so full on the way home. I didn’t have time to get indoors, I just squatted by the garage wall.”
“I see,” I said, not really knowing what else to say.
“It made me horny. Got me in the mood.”
“I thought you were seeing someone,” I said neutrally, but really fishing.
“Ken?” Caroline said. “Ken doesn’t understand about this.” She gave a little laugh as she gestured at the screen. “Maybe I need to dump him and find someone who does.”
The casual way she said it suggested that Ken wasn’t exactly someone she was planning on spending her life with. I chugged some more water, watching Caroline as she watched the debauched action on the TV. “Oh this is so hot!” she breathed suddenly. Her hand worked faster between her thighs. I didn’t care what she was watching – though female voices were certainly excited – only how it made her react.
She parted her pussy lips, two fingers suddenly darting into her tunnel and working hard. “Oh I so want that!” She was staring intently at the screen, the splatter of urine from the TV combining with loud squelching from her pussy. I chugged yet more water. It was beginning to feel uncomfortable. The human body isn’t meant to consume liquid at that rate, and I’d already drunk too much coffee at home. Besides, every man knows that the male member’s dual functions can provide for some pretty precarious situations. I was hugely aroused by the sight of Caroline, but only too well aware that the state she required of me was somewhat inimical to growth. I chugged yet more water.
Then Caroline was smiling. “Since you like sniffing my panties,” she said. “Maybe you’d like to smell my cunt for real?”
She was certainly a no nonsense woman. I swallowed. In spite of all the water I’d drunk, my mouth suddenly felt dry. I drank some more before rising and moving across to her. I got down in front of her, slowly moving my face closer to where fingers were rubbing.
Suddenly she’d grabbed my head. My face was being forced into big, puffy pussy lips. I’d never experienced anything like it. The smell of Caroline’s debauched desire invaded my nostrils as moisture attached itself to my nose and lips. If her panties seemed to have cast a spell on me, they were as nothing compared to this. I breathed in deeply. It was like inhaling raw sex in its purest, most uninhibited form.
There was only one thing to do. With Caroline holding my head in place, I put my tongue out, sliding it until I found her entrance. I was finding it hard to breathe, but stuck my tongue inside, encountering rich, thick cream. I swirled my tongue, completely overpowered by the taste and smell of voluptuous carnality. “Aaaaaah!” Caroline gasped. “Tell me when you’re ready to give me what I really want.”
With my face squashed into her cunt, I was unable to say anything. The liquid I’d consumed so far this evening, both at home and here, was really making itself felt, but intuitively I understood that I had to be really bursting to satisfy Caroline.
I glanced up. Caroline’s rapacious eyes were still glued to the screen, where noisy splashes combined with lewd moans. I managed to glance up, seeing her bosom heave, topped off with the outline of massive areolae. I dug my tongue further into her, the taste and smell the kind of thing that might make a man lose his mind. I was beginning to feel as if I might spend my entire life worshipping at her cunt, whether I was married or not.
“My clit!” Caroline gasped. “Lick my clit!”
She was still holding my head so hard I could hardly move enough to do even that. Somehow I managed to extricate my tongue from her hole and inch it upward. It was as if she was oozing sex. Everything was slick and oily. I wanted to ask if she was perpetually horny, but by now my tongue had reached her pleasure button, which was as swollen as her nipples.
I flicked my tongue, hearing Caroline gasp out loud. “I can’t wait!” she complained. “How close are you to needing to go?”
I tried to answer, but there was no way my grunts would make sense to anyone. Caroline didn’t seem to mind; perhaps it had been a rhetorical question. She moaned some more as I lashed at the swell of clitoris. Then suddenly she shoved me away so that I almost fell backwards. I watched in amazement as she brought her hand down, slapping herself hard between her legs. Then she rubbed. Then she slapped, all the while moaning and gasping.
Then she was screaming, the same kind as I’d heard before. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Her heavy bulk shifted in the armchair, heaving, jerking, juddering. Then she was staring at me with a big, raunchy smile on her face. “Don’t worry. There’s plenty more where that came from. Now, how far along are you?”
“Getting there,” I said. To emphasize my willingness, I drained the bottle I’d been drinking from, unscrewing the top on the other and taking a swig for good measure.
Caroline was looking at me with an amused look in her eye. “You know,” she said. “Regardless of how far along you are, I could certainly do with a piss.”
“Lead the way,” I said.
I took the bottle of water with me, not sure how much more I was going to drink – or for that matter could drink. Caroline left the film running as we left the living area. Walking up the stairs behind her, I kept my eyes on her voluminous behind, now concealed by the négligée. There was certainly a lot of it to grab hold of, should it come to that.
At the top of the stairs, I couldn’t resist giving her a slap on the behind. Caroline turned with a wicked smile on her face. “Naughty boy,” she teased. “Maybe another time I’ll let you spank me and call me names.”
Really? That would be another way in which Caroline was very different from Ann. “Maybe I’ll hold you to that,” I said, feeling a little ashamed of how easy it seemed to be to cast marital fidelity to the wind. It must be the strong taste of Caroline still on my tongue casting that spell on me.
In the bathroom the woman wasted no time at all in getting on the toilet. Négligée pulled up, once again revealing her full bush, she stared at me with depraved, ravenous eyes. “Come closer! Get your hand down here!”
All of this was very new and very alien to me, and yet I was prepared to go along with just about anything. I stepped forwards, leaning in to place my hand just below Caroline’s pussy. “Aaaaaaah!” she breathed, the flow of urine starting almost immediately, warm liquid striking my hand and dripping into the toilet bowel.
“Aaaaaaah!” Caroline breathed again. I felt that she must have drunk a fair bit herself, because the liquid flowed for quite a while. This kind of thing had never been an option for me, so I’d never considered it seriously, but standing there I realised that the sheer perversity of it was to my liking.
More than that, seeing Caroline peeing brought me to absolute bursting. “I’ve gotta go!” I said, voice strained.
“Stroke my face first!” Caroline urged breathlessly.
The woman was a fucking deviant! Good on her! Doing everything I could to hold back the tide, I raised my hand and rubbed it against a cheek as the final drops trickled into the toilet. Caroline twisted her head, her tongue coming out to lap at my fingers. “Aaaaah!” she gasped. “You have no idea how fucking turned on I am right now. Give it to me, Daniel! Give it to me!”
I brought my cock out as Caroline used both hands to cradle her massive breasts and then thrust them together, pushing up at the same time. The relief was immense when the urine began to flow, but the best part of all was how the liquid quickly rendered Caroline’s négligée transparent. Whereas before I’d only seen the outline of her areolae and nipples, now they suddenly revealed themselves to me, the soaked fabric clinging to them only making Caroline’s boobs even more irresistible.
Aiming straight at her big, swollen nipples was irresistible too, first one, than the other, then back again. All the while Caroline gasped and moaned, expressing huge joy in what to most people would be a shameful, degrading act.
With the immediate need to pee satiated, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I needed to go again. Even with that knowledge, I grabbed the bottle of water and drank as much as I could. “Ooooh!” Caroline cooed. “Looks like someone’s got a taste for it!”
She was running her hands all over the drenched, clingy fabric. I reached out to grab hold of a boob, having imagined feeling them for so long. Caroline grinned, letting me grope her sodden tits as a hand went to my cock. I stepped forward, stiffening quickly with her fingers round me. “Mmmmmm!” Caroline purred. Her other hand went down between her thighs as she leaned forward and took my erection between her lips.
It hardly felt real any longer, more like a dream. I squeezed Caroline’s boobs hard, hearing a trickle as she used her soft, wet mouth on me. She was pissing again.
The whole thing turned me on so that I could barely control myself. I began thrusting in Caroline’s mouth. “Mmmm! Mmmmm!” she hummed. Then the hand she’d just pissed on was touching my cheek, as I had hers. Before I knew it I was sucking on her fingers, high on the depravity of the situation. There was a squelching as I repeatedly reached the back of Caroline’s oral cavity, but she didn’t complain.
I experienced the exquisite torture of being both hugely aroused and needing to pee again. I pulled out of her mouth, aiming at her, trying to make my swollen cock emit urine, which isn’t easy.
“Wait!” Caroline gasped. She moved swiftly, rising from the toilet and moving to the bath, climbing in. She positioned herself, spreading her legs, pulling the négligée up to expose her cunt. The wet material was still clinging to her superb breasts, swollen nipples wrapped in piss-soaked fabric.
Caroline held her hand up at me, greedy eyes accentuating the message. “Give it to me! Here!” The hand moved down between her legs. She gave her clit a quick rub, then stuffed two fingers inside herself. “Aaaaaaah! Give it to me, Daniel! Give it to me!”
The time it had taken for her to get into position had afforded me the time I needed to get my equipment in order. As soon as the jet of urine struck her hand, Caroline pulled her fingers out, using both hands to hold herself open. Just as earlier I hadn’t been able to resist aiming straight at her swollen nipples, now I could resist aiming straight at her swollen clit.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Caroline screamed. For a second I wondered if she was going to cum, just from that, but she didn’t. As my pee continued to rain down on her, she slapped her cunt hard. Then two fingers went back inside as she frigged herself wildly. “Give it to me all over!” she screamed. “Make me your little piss slut, Daniel!”
I could hardly believe she was saying such a thing. I aimed further up, once again soaking the négligée where it clung to her stomach and her massively alluring breasts. Caroline squeezed and mauled her huge mammaries even after I temporarily ran out. She was plugging herself with three fingers now, wailing and screaming. “Oh! Yes! Oh! That’s so good, Daniel! More! More!”
I reached for the bottle, downing more water and feeling it push on the liquid that was already inside me. I can’t claim that I aimed at all this time. Caroline was screaming and screaming, slapping her cunt and stuffing her fingers inside herself. Pee was once again flowing freely. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Piss all over me!” Caroline yelled as the liquid struck her. I let the jet move up and down her body, re-soaking her.
And now Caroline was cumming. Her big body jerking in the bath as she slapped and fingered herself. With so much liquid sloshing about, I couldn’t be sure, but I fancied I saw a squirt as she gave a climactic wail, like she’d reached the end of an aria.
I saw depraved satisfaction in her eyes as I drained my last. If I expected her to rest a while, I was mistaken. Caroline sat up, twisting her body and resting her arms on the side of the bath. As before, she reached out to grab my cock, which began to stiffen. She stared up at me. “Time you were given a reward, Daniel.”
She guided my cock to her mouth as I stood there stunned. Her lips went down on me. I reached out, grabbing at her piss-soaked, négligée-wrapped tits, squeezing and mauling. “Mmmmm!” Caroline purred, shoving her mouth down over me. There was no sophistication about it, just a ribald, wanton, greedy feasting.
“You really want that cum, don’t you, Caroline?” I gasped, squeezing her breasts as hard as I could.
She pulled her mouth off me and slapped my cock against her face. “Yes, Daniel! I do! I’m not just a little piss slut, I’m a little cumslut too!”
My fingers grabbed at her nipples through the fabric, pulling and twisting as she went back down on me, sucking hard while she worked me with her hand. It was never going to last long. It was all far too filthy for that. “Fuck, Caroline! I’m gonna blow!”
Caroline pulled her head off me, only to wipe my cock all over her cheeks and lips. Sperm bubbled out of me onto her facial skin, loads of the stuff. When she leaned back against the side of the bath, the sight of this piss-drenched, cum-faced woman seemed extraordinary to me.
She smiled, licking her lips and dragging a helping of my sperm into her mouth. “Thank you, Daniel,” she said. “That was just what I needed.”
“My pleasure,” I said. I paused. “It wasn’t exactly how I expected to spend the evening.”
Caroline winked at me. “Sometimes being a pervert has its advantages, doesn’t it?”
“It certainly does.”
There was a little pause. I should clean myself off, but I could also feel my bladder once again announce the need to go.
“Neither Ann nor Ken should know about this,” Caroline was saying.
“Definitely not,” I agreed.
Then Caroline winked. “But if you ever feel an overwhelming need to relieve your bladder…”
“I’ll know where to come.” I paused. “Actually…”
Caroline gave a wicked grin. “Clean me off,” she breathed, tilting her head back and closing her eyes. “Before you go. Clean my face.”
I couldn’t believe it. How filthy could the woman get? But I took aim as she kept her mouth and eyes closed, letting the jet of urine wash away the sperm from her face as she clutched at her big breasts, pinching her nipples.
Back home I discovered that I still had her panties in my pocket. I must have put them there when I went to the kitchen for water. I couldn’t keep them in the house, in case Ann found them, but there would be time to return them tomorrow. Maybe I should have a good, long drink before I did.
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