It seemed strange getting on a Greyhound bus two days after Christmas to Chicago and getting collected by Carole,s massive Father Sven who clearly did...not like me. I was given a bed in their basement next to ,the furnace which was nice and warm except Caroles younger brother and sister kept on trying to catch us snogging together so it put me off. The second day her siblings were at their grand parents, house so Carole and I had the basement all to,our selves. Again she did her best to drain me. ” I whimpered. “Are you sure?” I nodded. “Now!” Pleasure and lust had taken over my body. “Okay.” Max angled the tip of his hard dick into the opening of my wet pussy. He brought his thumb to my throbbing clitoris, and, instead of rubbing, took his other thumb and placed them on either side. I had only masturbated with the rubbing technique, and I was curious. He began to switch my clitoris to each thumb, then using his fingers for a quicker motion. I cried out in pleasure, and he began to push. I continued thrusting into her for several minutes when she abruptly said, “I need to piss!” in a drunken stupor and with that, came a torrent of piss from her open pussy as I was on my out-stroke.I felt a warm sensation as I pushed in. Her pee splashed off of my stiff cock, flooding our waterbed sheet. I was overcome by a fever of sensual lust as I continued thrusting, while both watching and feeling the torrent of piss. We were both being bathed, our pubic hair and skin soaked. I was. Her hands, which had never left my fly during the tumble, had my cock out and before I could stop her she had twisted around and lowered her mouth onto me. Right up to the point where her lips closed around me I was saying."Don't", "We can't", "Stop", and "This isn't right" but once those lips touched me I became a very willing participant. In less than two minutes she had me ready to blow and I started to hunch up at her. She pulled her mouth from me and said, "Not yet. I want your first load.