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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I finally got around to penning part 2 of my story with Emmy. Part 1 here http://www.fabswingers.com/forum/stories/191988 I am going to post in smaller bite-size chunks from now on. Enjoy!... X
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So, I am walking down the street holding the hand of a beautiful woman who, just 5 minutes previously, had her hand down the back of my jeans caressing my lace panty covered arse and finger fucking my asshole. The once hot cum in the front of my panties is now cooling against the front of my crotch as I try my best to walk, still weak at the knees, down the street. I am still unable to believe the brazen way in which Emmy just had me like that in the darkened corner of a public bar, yet here we are walking back to my house so that she can “take a closer look at the mess I made in my beautiful panties.” I breathe a heavy sigh and almost a relief as we get further away from the Pub and it is just Emmy and I walking alone. We shoot each other a look and and a smile.
“Alright, Humph?,” Emmy asks
“Yes, Emmy, although I have a rather cold crotch!,” I jest, highlighting the cooling breeze on the front of my damp Jeans.
“Well, I look forward to thawing you out when we get back to yours!” Emmy says enthusiastically.
“Have we come the right way?” She asks.
“Yes, I just wanted to come back the secluded route as I wanted to minimise the chance of anyone seeing my damp crotch!” I say as we turn the corner and head across the park.
“Oh Humph! That is nothing hunny, ha! No-one can see that,” she says giggling
“Well, maybe it just feels more than it looks. I have a panty crotch full of cum here, which feels fucking horny I must say, cold, but horny!” I exclaim.
“You really feeling the cold Humphry!? Well lets just see what we can do about that,” Emmy says, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the park bench.
“Sit down,” she commands.
I sit down on the bench and look up as Emmy straddles me and sits on my lap. She puts her arms around my neck and thrusts her lips and tongue to mine in a gripping embrace. Our hot breath is like a shroud around us and I feel like we are in our own little world. This woman is taking control of me and I like it. I can feel Emmy’s crotch start to move back and forward over mine, rolling my cock back and forth in my panties. We moan into each others mouth at the pleasure. She is trying to warm me up with the friction of her pussy rubbing over my cock. She stops kissing me and puts her lips to me ear and whispers,
“Are you getting any warmer yet, my little panty lover,” She breathes.
“Not quite yet,” I cheekily say, hoping it would spur her on to rub me further with her crotch.
Emmy pulled back and looks at me with a cheeky grin across her face. She knows I am no longer cold and I was just encouraging her to go on. What I didn’t know was what that cheeky grin was really for.
“Well, if that didn’t work Humph then I am going to have to go to the extreme to sort you out because I want you hot and ready when we get back to yours.” Emmy said with a hint of wryness.
I can feel Emmys thighs tighten their grip on the side of my hips and her crotch press harder against mine. She pulls me closer into a hug with her head on my shoulder and she says to me with a husky whimper,
“I am going to piss on you Humphry, I am going to piss on your cum soaked pantied up cock,”
I had absolutely no time to say or do anything as I immediately felt a hot, wet flood engulf the entire front of my crotch. It felt glorious. I was entirely at Emmy’s mercy once again, which I am really starting to get used to. We just held each other in a strong embrace the entire time Emmy was pissing through her panties onto my already wet and messy crotch, enjoying the taboo nature of what we were doing. It felt liberating. When the flow stopped a big exhale of breath came from Emmy and another giggle.
“Warm now Humphry?,” She says amusingly
We both giggle and look down at our ourselves, my crotch now steaming with her hot piss.
“Well, now I have a wet crotch too!,” Emmy exclaims “So who cares if anyone sees us, lets get back to yours.”
Emmy leaps off me, grabs me by the hand and skips off down the park with me in tow wondering what the hell she has in store for me back at home. |
