I had to piss so bad that I wasn't even thinking about my having an orgasm.I had to piss so bad that I wasn't even thinking about my having an orgasm. She turned around with her back to my face and squatted over my penis. She took it in her hands and ran the tip back and forth and side to side from her clit to her vagina. Finally she placed the tip into her vagina and sat down slowly. The warmth of her felt good, and I concentrated on that feeling. When she pulled up, I could see her hand massaging her clit. She continued this rhythm for awhile, as we both became more excited. She moved the wine bottle in and out of my anus, pressing it so it would massage my prostate. I couldn't tell which was a greater sensation, the pain of needing to piss or the pleasure of the bottle. She ordered, "Don't have an orgasm until I say so." I forced myself to concentrate on my bladder, to prevent further arousal. Betty's motions got more intense, and suddenly she started another orgasm, moaning and convulsing. The sensations on my penis were exquisite, but I couldn't allow myself to fully appreciate them. She finally stopped moving and just sat there, my penis still hard and buried deep within her. After a couple of minutes she moved up and off of my penis and shoved her body back on the bed until her ass was directly over my face. I closed my eyes, expecting another flood. Instead, I felt her tongue lick the head of my penis. I moaned with pleasure, against my will. The wine bottle was again in motion. Betty sat her ass down on my face, adjusting her position so her anus was over my mouth. She told me to open it up. I took my tongue and circled her anus, wetting it and the surrounding area. Then I pushed my tongue against the opening. It tasted salty and musky. The odor combined with her tongue was making me orgasmic. I tensed my stomach muscles to increase the pain in my bladder, warding off any orgasm. My tongue slid into her anus. |