More Pissing

The next morning I found Mrs. Bech in the kitchen, as usual, making breakfast. She was just finishing up and putting the plates on the table when I came in. I walked over to the cabinet and pulled down a big glass.

"Mrs. Bech," I started. "Before we eat, would you mind licking my ass? I'd really like to cum this morning and that was so great yesterday."

"Of course James," she said. I stood next to her place at the table and turned around, so I was facing her plate. She knelt behind me and, reaching around, pulled down my pants and underwear. Again without hesitation she plunged her face into my ass, pulling my cheeks apart with her hands for better access.

I started masturbating with my right and, and with my left I reached back and pushed her head into my ass. "Your tongue sure feels great in my ass," I said. She moaned a bit, I think trying to help me cum, and moved her tongue in deeper.

I slid my ass back a bit onto her face, relaxing a little, and in response she pushed her tongue even more deeply, trying to tongue-fuck my ass the way she had done the day before. She had one hand on each ass cheek and was pulling them wide apart to get better access.

After a few minutes of this, I had a strong orgasm. With her tongue still in my ass, I aimed my cock at her plate and came, shooting my cum all over her breakfast.

I stepped away from her and she got up, straightening her hair and wiping her mouth, a wry look on her face. "You men and your cum," she said with a sardonic roll of her eyes. While she sat down, I picked up the glass I had gotten out earlier, held it under my cock, and began pissing.

It was my first piss of the day and it came out strong. The glass quickly filled with with acrid, yellow piss, and some piss foam formed on top. I shook the last few drops from my cock into the glass, then set it down next to her plate. After that I pulled up my pants and sat down to eat.

"What's on your agenda for today, James?" she asked. Then I watched in awe as she picked up her slice of toast, and took a bite that included a huge glob of cum. She looked my face as she chewed.

"I'm not really sure, Mrs. Bech. Honestly all that's on my mind right now is sex, and otherwise I have no idea what to do here."

"I have to pop in to work today, even though it's Sunday," she said. "I have a few things I have to have ready for Monday morning. I could introduce you to a nice girl up the street if you want, or you could come with me -- we wouldn't be at the office all that long, and then I could show you downtown." With this she picked up the glass of piss and took a good-sized gulp. It didn't faze her at all and I could see her throat work as she swallowed.

"Seeing downtown sounds nice," I replied. We continued chatting through the meal. At the end I noticed that Heather was careful to scoop up the last bits of cum from her plate with the last bit of toast. She popped it into her mouth and chewed, then took the last sip of piss from the glass.

"Mrs. Bech?" I started. "Umm... would you mind also drinking the foam?" She looked down into the glass and saw that there was some piss froth still clinging to the sides. With a smile she slid her index finger through the foam and sucked it off into her mouth.

"No problem, James," she replied. She was still smiling. "I'll remember next time that that's how you like it."