----1----

Bonnie and I had begun to feel the years creeping on.  Our
college days were gone, we were entering our thirties, and going
back one more time for the old alumni weekend festivities just
seemed like way too much humiliation anymore.  Everyone we saw on
that campus was younger and hotter than we were.  Even though we
both remained in great shape and had retained our looks through
the years, it was hard not to feel envious and ugly, nonetheless.
 Why couldn't we be eighteen again, right?  Why did we have to
start getting the crow's feet around the eyes and the little sag
in the ass that kept us at the gym an extra hour every day for a
month?

So we skipped the alumni stuff and decided instead to head to
some theme parks.  In the Orlando area of Florida, there was a
choice of several theme parks to attend, and we figured we could
have a lot of fun hopping from place to place, feeling like silly
kids again, and be around a lot more people who were in worse
shape than us!

We were there in mid-October, but of course it was in the high
80's the whole time, so it gave Bonnie an opportunity to throw on
the light spaghetti-strap tops she favored.  No bra, of course,
so her nice firm C-cups were going to get her a lot of notice;
that would go a long way to improving her mood.  And juice her
up.  She liked her Old Navy gym shorts a lot, too; she wore them
like the teenagers, with the waistband folded down, so they got
shorter that way.  Almost like hot pants, but the "OLD" and the
"NAVY" printed on each cheek of her ass left no doubt, in case
the pants still weren't quite short enough to make everyone
behind her stare.  Then, with her toenails painted a nice deep
blue, she slipped on her flip flops and practically raced me to
the hotel's courtesy bus.  This girl was ready to show off and
have some fun.

It's not that Bonnie is exhibitionist, though.  On the contrary,
she enjoys watching others to the point of distraction.  It's why
she likes places like theme parks so much.  Tons of people from
all walks of life, from all parts of the world, all crammed into
one weird place that is nothing like anybody's real life back
home.  Everybody's a fish out of water, and the water' gone odd,
like some color of Kool-aid instead of clear.  It makes for a fun
combination, to Bonnie's way of thinking.  I knew we'd end up
spending half the time on the trip just sitting around discretely
staring at the vacation-sluts and the church group floozies and
awkward dads trying to actually involve themselves in
conversations with their children.  There would be a lot of
groping between lovers while waiting in the insanely long lines.
There would be a lot of groping between idiot friends in those
times, too.  Both types are equally enticing in their own ways;
one, because it's public sexual contact, and the other because it
usually ends up becoming some variety of accidental violence that
pisses off a bunch of innocent bystanders.  It fascinated her and
reasonably entertained me   and since she was going to sex
herself up so much with her little teenager-casual look, I'd
probably just spend most of the time watching her, anyway.


----2----


"Oh, right there...." Bonnie whispered, as I stood behind her in
the line for a ride.  My hands were on her hips, and I leaned in
to kiss her bare neck.  Her hair was up in a cute pony tail, and
little wisps of brunette silk tickled my nose as I slowly slurped
my way around her sweaty skin.  "Me-likey..." she purred,
reaching back playfully and squeezing my cock as I pressed it
against her ass.  My own strategy had been to wear a nice long,
loose Hawaiian shirt over my cargo shorts.  If I hadn't learned
by then how Bonnie could affect me, I didn't deserve to be her
man!  But that little pump-pump-pump of her long fingers about
shook me right out of my Birkenstocks.  An older couple stood
just across the chain - in the same line but one series of
Byzantine turns behind us   and they were watching our every
move.  It didn't occur to me until after the first "pump" of
Bonnie's hand.  Something made me stop my nuzzling on her neck
and look up.  And I looked right into the older woman's eyes.  I
thought I'd come right there and then.

They were both smiling little smiles of delight.  It was quite a
contrast to the irritable bitch-glares being shot at us by the
woman right behind them.  She stood holding onto two small
children at once, both of whom were trying to alternately pull
her and push her and climb upon her all while talking talking
talking.  But Bonnie and I were obviously going to spoil her
kids' upbringing by modeling adult intimacy, so we got the
hateful eyes.  That was almost as much of a turn-on, really, just
knowing that it was getting under her skin like that.  

In theme park lines, you go around and around for a torturous
length of time, and you pass the same people   who are all in the
same line with you   over and over again.  So we saw the older
couple at least a half-dozen more times before we got into our
own little honey pot and bobbed off into all the fun fakery.  I
tried to keep up my affections on Bonnie as much as I could
whenever they got close, because it was cool to see how they were
starting to get closer, too.  The man's hands were always either
on his wife's hips or on her ribcage as he stood behind her, and
he kept his crotch up close against her, just as I was doing.  He
was perhaps in his mid-50's.  His wife was a bit younger   maybe
45 or so   and her legs and arms were nice and firm.  Her tits
had been lifted and "enhanced", but that only increased her
sexiness because her doctor had obviously known what he was
doing.  

She wore an outfit much like a tennis skirt   a top and a
single-pleated skirt as one unit, made of some sort of blended
fabric that looked like it kept her really cool.  It was a soft
pink and blue, with foreign writing across her luscious chest,
what I assumed was German.  She wore a matching ball cap with a
long bill in the front, and her page-boy cut was tucked neatly
behind her ears.  A very, very sexy lady.  She only smiled and
kept shuffling forward in her little tennis shoes, much as Bonnie
was doing with me, but it was clear that our two little couples
were having a good time together.

We got on the ride first, and Bonnie of course couldn't stand it
any longer.  She unzipped me and pulled out my cock almost before
we were ensconced in the semidarkness of the ride's interior
world.  The other travelers ahead and behind were seemingly too
entranced by Winnie and his pals, so it seemed as safe a place as
any for me to get a hand job.  I sat back and watched the scenery
  as did Bonnie   while her hand relentlessly worked me over.

"Baby, I'm gonna suck this so good when we get outta here,"
Bonnie declared.  "There's a family restroom back on the other
side of this building, and we're gonna go in there...."  She then
made some lip-smacking noises and "mmm-mmm-mmm" sound effects and
really jiving herself up to be funny.  I couldn't help but laugh.
 And I was seriously ready to come.  By the time we hit the part
where the honey pot jolts up and down like it's floating in the
floody waters, Bonnie just let her hand whap back and forth on my
meat as the motion of the ride took us.  It was a moment like few
others.  My cock was so close it actually felt like I would weep
if it didn't happen soon.

Then the ride stopped.

In an instant, flashlights were on us, voices sternly bombarded
us, and Bonnie was all the way over on the other side of the
seat, leaving me to stuff my dick back into my shorts like the
busted pervert that I was.

"Sir, ma'am," said a grumbly Hispanic flashlight, "You cannot do
that here in the Magic Kingdom.  I am sorry, but I'm going to
have to ask you to exit the ride."

The light moved out of my face and onto Bonnie's breasts, and I
could see that it was in fact a young Latino guy who was
addressing us.  He looked ridiculously inappropriate trying to
pull of this authoritarian crap in his lederhosen and Puerto
Rican accent.  But the other two guys with him were equally
stern-faced enough to make me wipe the smile off mine.  I'd
thought they might just be trying to scare us, but apparently
they were serious.

"Hey   listen   you guys   " I tried to stammer, but one of the
other men cut me off.

"We got infrared, OK?"  His light swept up toward a ceiling
corner that was shockingly low overhead.  "We been watchin' you
real close since owl's house, ya' know."

"Well, what-the-FUCK!" Bonnie yelled.  She threw up her hands and
bolted to her feet.  The honey pot rocked like a real boat, and I
was actually alarmed and impressed at the same time.  The
lederhosen patrol was not, however.  They half-blinded her with
their lights and tried to steady the ride with their free hands.

"Ma'am," said the Latino, more gently this time, "you must please
get out of the ride now."

Bonnie, as I said, really wasn't a true exhibitionist at heart,
and so this all really embarrassed her more than anything.  She
was ashamed and so she was angry to cover it.  Typical stuff,
really, and I could see it getting ugly really fast.  People in
other honey pots were plenty close enough to see and hear most of
what was going on.  Some small children nearby were already
crying.  One kid somewhere close actually sounded so miserable
that he could've really been dying, he was that good at it.  So I
sort of squeezed Bonnie's thigh as she stood beside me, and she
slowly sat down.  My hand then went into my pocket.

"What can I do to fix this problem, fellas?" I politely asked. 
"Is there any way we can continue with a nice, G-rated ride, I
mean?"  I casually reached up and rested my hand on the top edge
of the honey pot, tapping my roll of bills just enough to make a
little noise.

"Aw   hell no!" said the third worker, and he took a step back
and killed his light.  "You see all that shit?" he only barely
whispered.  "You see it?  Goddamn!"

"Ssshhh!" the Latino hissed.  He also turned out his light, but
he was obviously waiting on the second guy to make the call.

"Listen, folks," said the gruff man, whose face we still hadn't
seen.  His light remained steadily on Bonnie's beautiful tits as
they pushed against her clammy shirt.  The man spoke slowly and
quietly, so only the five of us could hear.  "I got infrared on
*me* now, and I ain't losin' my job on account 'a you."  He
stepped back, unlatched the door, and motioned for us to come
out.  "Please exit this ride now, sir."

As we left through the maze of rails and partitions and hissing
air gears, we found ourselves passing right by the spot where
everyone was waiting to get their own turns on the pots.  There
were moans and angry shouts from the crowd as they saw us
delinquents emerge, but it was easy to block that out.  As it
happened, the horny older couple was first in the line.  And it
appeared as if the woman was now in some distress.  She faced
away from the people in line, looking absently at the honey pot a
few feet away from her as she pressed her thighs firmly together,
holding her hands folded against the front of her crotch.  The
man, though, rather than appearing worried about his lover's
obvious discomfort, was instead looking just as fuck-happy as he
had before.  He stood there rubbing her shoulders and muttering
sweet nothings in her ear as he watched us pass by out of the
corner of his eyes.

And when I caught his glance, he winked at me and grinned.  I
couldn't help but chuckle and wave back.  Of course, that got a
couple rounds of "asshole" fired our way, too!

----3----


It took about half an hour in the claustrophobic office.  Next to
the gift shop, just beyond the security control room, we huddled
around a messy desk and quickly came to terms.  We got our names
in the official report, but with just an official warning
"Instead of the abolishment you deserve" said the gruff man.  It
actually was handed to us in the form of a neatly printed page
that came out within seconds after the report was sent to the
mainframe.  Folding the paper into my pocket, I couldn't help but
thank them.  Admirably, they refused to take a single bill.

And we were off, with Bonnie even biting her tongue about
vocabulary and rednecks and everything.  Seemed a decent price to
pay to keep us in the parks for the rest of our vacation.  A
little restraint from my girl   and her nipples nice and hard in
that cold little office.

Out in the main causeway we came up right behind the older
couple.  His arm was around her as they walked, slowly weaving
their way through the throngs of sweaty families and happy
couples and pimply teenaged gaggles of church girls or
cheerleaders or whatever clique it was that made them all squeal
like soaked cats at the slightest happy moment.  She was
staggering a bit now, and he was obviously helping her.  Her
steps were very short and mincing.  It looked like she hadn't
gone to the bathroom yet.

"God, don't you like tennis outfits, babe?" Bonnie gushed,
grabbing onto my bicep as we trailed them, both of us admiring
her long legs and high, firm ass.  There is something very clean
and good about that kind of clothing, to be sure.  The ankle
socks and plain court shoes helped, too, and her hat was perfect.
 She was one fine, piss-heavy woman!  Bonnie leaned hard into me
and nuzzled my shoulder with her nose.  It was ice cold.

"That was some chilly office!" she winked, and we both looked
down at her still-rigid nipples stabbing so hard against the thin
fabric of her sweaty top.  Our noise got the older man's
attention, and he glance back and nodded at us as we happily
meandered in their wake.

Bonnie just called a simple, "Hey!" and went back to admiring her
own slutty chest.  The man, however, maintained eye contact with
me.  Soon our steps had overtaken them, and the man maneuvered
his wife over to the wall beside the Teacups, where she leaned in
agony with his arm still around her.  Nevertheless, she managed
an enthusiastic smile when she noticed that we'd stopped with
them.

The man spoke in decent English, but with a strong European
accent, "You want that we ride together?  That one over there?" 
He pointed off in the direction of the race cars, beyond it
somewhere.

Bonnie was concerned for the woman, though, and she let go of me
and approached her.  "Are you alright?  Can I ... can I help you
find a ... you know...."  But the woman waved her away with a
small laugh.

"I am fine.  Yes.  No problem.  Yes."  Her accent was a little
heavier, but she made it clear that she was still winning the
fight with her bladder.  She pushed away from the wall and leaned
harder against her man, hugging him with both arms.  "We are very
good.  Yes.  Thank you."

The man pointed with his chin this time as he wrapped both arms
around his lady and squeezed.  "The one called People Mover, of
course," he said with a grin.  "It is our best.  Favorite."  Up
close again, it was easy to see that he was fit and handsome. 
His hair was a refined salt-and-pepper gray, still full and soft,
and his body retained the spring and taut lines of a man perhaps
in his thirties, rather than his fifties.  I wondered if I'd be
so lucky in twenty years.

But then Bonnie choked down a laugh at what he'd said, and I had
to admire her yet again.  Restraint twice in one day!  But she
still had to say something.  "Really?  The People Mover?"  She
began.  "That's an interesting favorite!  Usually I just get on
there to take a little snooze when it gets too hot to stand in
line."

The woman laughed gently again.  "Yes.  I sleep in it too,
sometimes.  It is nice for a ride.  Yes."  She shivered almost
violently, and the man gasped and watched her with some concern,
but then it passed and she laughed again.  She muttered something
to him in their own language, and he laughed and kissed her
forehead.  Then she turned to us and said, "You will see.  Come
with us, yes?"  She held out her hand to Bonnie, who took it
almost instantly.

As we started back off together, Bonnie and the woman remained
holding hands between the man and myself.  We talked idly of the
park and what rides we'd been on, but he avoided asking us about
Winnie the Pooh.  Bonnie and the woman just continued between us,
saying nothing.  I wondered aloud how often they'd visited the
place, and the man softly snorted in good humor.

"Every fall we come," he said.  "Since our wedding, years and
years ago."  He waved swept his hand vaguely, as if to indicate
not just the entire theme park but all of the years of their
marriage as well.

"Twenty three years," the woman said simply.  "We have great
loving here.  It is true."

Bonnie nodded, "Yeah, we really love it here, too.  But we've
never come that much, and we live pretty close."

The woman clucked her tongue and painfully shifted her gait to
bring her right up against Bonnie's side as they walked.  She
leaned in and bit my wife playfully on her ear.  Shocked, Bonnie
yelped and shuddered in surprise.  It was one of her favorite
things, getting sneak nibbles like that.  I wondered instantly
what her pussy was doing just then.

"You do not understand," the woman said.  Her eyes shone merrily
through their haze of distress.  "We have loving."  She pointed
at the brick thoroughfare beneath our feet.  "Here."

Bonnie caught her breath, as did I.  The older couple happily
chuckled and led us on, while Bonnie clutched at my hand for all
she was worth, sneaking wild looks at me every now and then.  It
was like a dream come true for her.  She was actually being
invited to go along with people who got risky outdoors.  The
woman was now leaning more into Bonnie than she was her own
husband, and so my wife slipped her own arm protectively around
the distressed lady's shoulders.  Even from several feet away,
with all the crowd noises and blaring bursts from the nearby
rides, I could still hear the woman moan and suck in her breath
with almost every step.

----4----


"She is Elise.  I am Rolf."  The man held his arms out wide to
indicate that the two women should precede us into the small open
car of the People Mover.  It was a small train of open cars, six
to a group, that took a leisurely path all the way around the
environs of the Tomorrowland section of the park.  Twenty feet
above the ground, the People Mover went from outdoors to indoors
periodically, and riders got to peer around inside the various
rides to see what they looked like from a different perspective.
Meanwhile, a piped-in narrator explained all about the exciting
things happening in "the bright future of Tomorrow".

But this time, instead of giggling at the inane monologue and
attempting to catch a little catnap, Bonnie and I were both wide
awake and wondering what was going to happen in that little car.
The other five cars were occupied, but no one was near enough in
front or behind to really be considered too close.  And they were
all either talking amongst themselves, trying to rest, or
listening earnestly about Tomorrow.  It was as if being
surrounded made us more alone.

Bonnie and the woman, Elise, sat next to each other.  Rolf and I
sat together, facing them across a floor area perhaps eighteen
inches wide.  The wind gusted around us as the People Mover swept
elegantly around a couple turns.  We were about to enter our
first building.  I knew it got very, very dark in those places,
especially when you passed from bright day to the inside, as we
were doing now.  But surely the infrared cameras were being used
here, too?  If they could nail us for something in Winnie the
Pooh, then we were certainly at risk on that thing just then!

As if reading my mind, Rolf said, "We will all sit very still now
and relax.  Have no worries."  And, just as we plunged into the
first long, dark tunnel, he simply said, "Elise."

"Unghhh!"  Came the muffled reply, as if Elise's face was
covered.  I was completely blind in the black world we'd suddenly
entered.  But my ears took over.  There was a hissing.  A
splatter.  A drippy kind of spittle-spattle sound.  Then I felt
it.  My feet and my ankles   my legs!  I was getting wet.  Elise
was pissing!  

Instantly too hard to endure, my cock raged to get out.  The flow
of the older woman's urine was heavy and wide.  It was hitting
both my legs and feet at once.  In a weird sort of rhythm it
pulsated a bit up and down, then side to side, and the sound of
it changed tone.  It was as if Elise was doing something to
direct the flow.

But it wasn't Elise.  It was Bonnie.

"Yes," Elise groaned.  "Feel it.  Yes.  Play in it.  Yes, sweet
girl."

At that, I could hear Bonnie groan, and the spray of piss got
suddenly even more messy as it splattered up over my knees and
onto my thighs and shorts.  Beside me, Rolf murmured, "Careful. 
Easy...."

With a growl, I think Elise's, the flow suddenly stopped.  It
might have lasted all of eight seconds, maybe less.  I sniffed
for the smell of her piss, but we were moving fast enough for the
breeze to sweep it away.  My feet were soggy in my Birkenstocks,
and I could only imagine what they'd smell like later, but it
didn't bother me.  My cock, though, that was bothering me!

The light grew rapidly upon us, and in a dazzling burst of color
and sound were suddenly swept out across a long bridge, just
behind a stage where some dancing cheerleaders were performing. 
I could see a couple hundred tourists all standing around in
every expression of exhaustion, staring in various positions of
discomfort or impatience, or both.  Many were eating ice cream. 
They had no idea what was going on in the little blue electric
tram that was whizzing by overhead.

I looked at Elise; she was breathing in short, ragged gasps,
clearly trying to retain control over the bladder she'd just
pinched off.  She still had more to come.  Her little skirt was
bunched up in her trembling fingers above her waist, and her
bloomers and panties were in Rolf's lap, held balled-up casually
in his hands.  Bonnie was leaned in hard next to Elise, and one
of the older lady's legs was actually draped over one of my
wife's thighs, helping her to spread.  Bonnie had one arm around
Elise's shoulders, and their heads were leaned together. 
Meanwhile, my wife's free hand was soaking wet with piss and
sliding fingers all up and down Elise's slick, shaved cunt.

"Wow," was all Bonnie could mutter, as she caught my eye.  All
four of us laughed at that.  Bonnie kept working her fingers
against Elise's mound, though, and Elise was pumping her hips
ever so slightly in response.  Her ass was an inch deep in a
puddle of urine, and some of it had even run over out of the
slight indentation and onto Bonnie's side   her little shorts
were obviously wet underneath.  But she didn't seem to care. 
Most of the piss, however, had been sprayed elsewhere, and the
floor beneath our feet was in fact quite sloshy.  Someone prior
to us had eaten some gum in that car, and now there was a Bubble
Yum wrapper awash in urine, sticking to my heel.

Rolf nodded discretely at a camera as we serenely glided past. 
He then winked at me smiled.  "We don't move much, they do not
notice us.  Even if we spread   sprawl, yes? - sprawl a little."
Elise hoarsely chuckled at that and pitched her other foot out
until it nestled on my seat, sandwiched between my hip and the
inside wall of the car.  She threw her head back then and
groaned.

"Is it soon?"  

Rolf crooned back to her, "Yes, my love, yes.  It is coming...
almost... now."

And we were back inside the darkness of another building.

"Unngghhh   mmmpphhh!" came the broken grunts, and within the
slightest moment I was once again inundated with piss.  Warm,
slippery liquid ran freely down my legs, dripped from the backs
of my calves.  Bonnie and I had indulged privately in some fun
wet sex from time to time.  Usually it was her on top of me,
pissing all over my dick before she jammed it up inside.  But a
few times she'd let loose while I was eating her out; once she'd
even crawled up and squatted over my face, drunkenly slurring out
"Down the hatch" before nearly drowning me with her wonderful hot
water.  

It wasn't something we'd talked much about, but we each knew we
liked it.  The timing had to be right, and usually we had to be a
little drunk, of course.  But nothing from before could have
possibly prepared us for this!  Nevertheless, I decided I didn't
want to waste what small opportunity I had.

I held one hand down near my knees to sort of catch some of the
splattering juice.  And there in the dark I brought the hand up
to my nose and sniffed.  Ah, yes, there it was!  The golden odor.
 I stuck my fingers, one by one, into my mouth.  Licking each
clean, I quickly returned them to the aberrant stream below,
eager for another taste.  Elise's piss was strong and bitter.  It
was clear she'd been holding it probably since the morning. 
Perhaps even some of this was from overnight.  Very nice.  

"That is essence, yes," Rolf's voice came in close beside me. 
His weight on my shoulder increased as he leaned in and put his
mouth against my ear.  My cock nearly went off as I first felt
his lips against my skin.  They were soft and warm and sort of
cradling the outer rim of my ear as he spoke.  "You like the
piss.  I can tell that.  You drink it."  His tongue slowly, wetly
licked up from my earlobe, then down into the center of my ear.

"You do like the kinky things.  I am sure," Rolf muttered.  I
felt his hand on my shorts, his fingers unsnapping and unzipping.
 My cock enthusiastically popped right out of the fly of my
boxers, and his long, warm fingers wrapped around it with
luxurious, expert delicacy.  He did not stroke.  He lightly
squeezed.  And, after a few more moments of tonguing my ear, he
spoke again.

"It is a nice cock you have.  I am to enjoy it, OK?"  I nodded,
and I barely even able to do that, I was so close to exploding. 
Much more movement of mine or his was going to send me all the
way around the bases, for sure.

There was no more piss from the women's side anymore.  Perhaps
thirty seconds had passed in that current darkness; it was a long
journey around the periphery of the inside of the space-themed
rollercoaster ride.  The darkness was complete within our little
car.  Our only light came from far overhead, where fake starlight
shined in the form of pinpoints of tiny directed spotlights.  I'd
always admired the realism of that, but not today.  Every now and
then the rumble and rush of the rollercoaster cars could be heard
up overhead, and sometimes you could even see the greenish blur
of light as the glow-in-the-dark things whipped on through the
wild twistings of their path.

A moan, then another, and I guessed that Bonnie and Elise were
probably enjoying themselves too much to notice my fun little
handjob from Rolf.  He was still gently squeezing, now nibbling,
on my earlobe.  His other arm went around my shoulders, his long
fingers reaching down inside the top of my shirt, quickly finding
and stroking my nipple.  One of the best ways for Bonnie to make
me come when she wants is to fuck me until she's ready, then
she'll reach up, squeeze one or both of my nipples, and most of
the time that makes me blow huge gobs of sperm all over the
place.  Rolf, of course, began to pinch and rub, pinch and rub. 
He squeezed my cock in the same rhythm as his tender assault on
my nipple, and I knew I didn't have a chance.

"You will cum now for me," Rolf whispered.  His hand suddenly
stroked, once, twice, and I came.  Growling, clenching my fists,
I hunched my hips up against his fist and fucked his hand as I
shot jet after jet of my seed up into the windy darkness.  I
threw my head back and shouted, "Oh, FUCK!" my eyes shut tight. 
Rolf's hand began pumping me again as my orgasm subsided, and the
sweet agony of his work brought me to tremors and this
uncontrollable nervous giggle.  I finally had to grab his wrist
and hold him still, just so I could attempt to breathe.

Turning to him to say thanks, I instead met his lips on mine. 
Automatically, my mouth opened and my tongue slid against his in
a deep, delicious kiss.  Rolf's skills as a lover were
mind-blowing, that much was obvious.  His kissing was the best
I'd ever experienced, man or woman, in my entire life.  He gave
me the kind of intimacy that finally made it crystal clear to me
why they sometimes call it a "soul" kiss.  I could've stayed
there with my mouth glued against his for a couple days!

But then there was light, and his hand was flinging my shirt tail
over my cock, and we were leaning away from each other, looking
all around in an absurdly super-casual fashion.  The tram was out
in the open again, leisurely traversing the elevated track toward
another indoor section.  Bonnie and Elise were slowly, deeply
kissing, Bonnie's two hands gently cradling Elise's face, while
Elise had her hands up under my wife's top, kneading her breasts
with exquisite skill.  Both their legs were splattered wet with
piss.  I looked down and chuckled to see my own legs and feet
completely soaked, the urine collected deeply enough in the floor
of the tram to slosh back and forth as the car turned, getting my
feet wet all over again in the process.

Rolf's cock was straining against his own shorts, and I caught
his eye and grinned.  "Thanks," was all I could say.  But Rolf
laughed heartily.

"It was good!  And I enjoy it," he said.  Nodding his head toward
the women, he continued, "But see how they enjoy it, too, risking
our getting caught, they love it so much."  Perhaps not even
hearing him, the women continued their passionate kiss unabated.
"So exciting when you are in a place to have chances of catching
you."

"Hell," I said, "It's exciting to get my first handjob and kiss
from another guy in like, fifteen years."  I leaned into his
shoulder then and pointedly looked down at his crotch.  "I'll be
happy to return the favor, you know."

"Yes," Rolf nodded.  "It is nice for a good stroking from a man.
I enjoy it, of course."  He reached down and pressed on the front
of his shorts, outlining his long cock underneath.  Running his
thumb up and down over his length, he said, "But it is better for
a sucking, yes?  To have a man's mouth on it, drinking my
fluid."

We were nearly to the next darkness, and in my enthusiasm I was
already making to get down on my knees and go totally Hoover on
his cock.  But he stopped me with a firm grip on my thigh, and
held me still beside him.  "Yes, that will be good, but now is
not for that."  He unzipped his fly and let his cock spring
forth, as thick and beautiful a penis as any I'd ever seen with
my own eyes.  It was not completely hard, but close enough.  Not
normally one to seek my arousal in other men anymore   not since
my teenage experimental days, anyway   I nonetheless found myself
given in completely to the lust that had taken hold.  No doubt, I
wanted to see a lot more of that cock.

Just as the darkness swallowed our tram again, with a small hiss,
Rolf's cock began to spray piss toward his wife and mine.  In the
blindness of the moment, all I could do was listen and imagine. 
It sounded as if he had good aim and distance, because the groans
increased from the women.  One of them, probably Bonnie, began to
grunt, "Unnnggghh -  unnnggghh   unnnggghhh!"  And it was
suddenly nothing but heavy breathing and the whispery-wet sound
of urine rushing out of Rolf's gorgeous dick.

"Oh, oh, God   FUCK!"  Bonnie's voice cried.  "This is so fucking
wild!"  She laughed, and so did Elise.  Soon Rolf and I were
joining in.  And Rolf was still pissing.  We could see the light
approaching fast, and in its growing illumination I couldn't help
but gasp.  Bonnie was soaking wet.  From her chin down to her
knees, Rolf's piss had covered her like a well-aimed fire hose. 
Elise was not nearly as wet, but a good deal had splattered
enough to make her top pretty sloppy-looking, too.  

Bonnie's nipples looked painfully erect, poking so hard and long
against the inside of her soaked top.  She had the crotch of her
gym shorts and her panties pulled aside with one hand, while the
other worked furiously on her clit.  Elise leaned over, bent her
head, and began to suck on one of Bonnie's nipples through her
shirt.  I could hear the sieving of the piss through the cotton
material as Elise worked her mouth back and forth between both
nipples.  Bonnie was going to come soon.  Rolf was shaking the
piss off his penis and stuffing it back in his shorts, smiling
broadly at the two women.

"A beautiful sight, you agree.  Such beauty is the love of
perversion."  His hand found my knee and rubbed it gently.  My
cock, already re-awakening, came fully back to life with his
touch upon my knee.  I was ready for anything.  Cameras and idiot
park workers be damned!

Suddenly we were at the terminal where we'd originally embarked.
It was a large disk, a slow-moving platform that spun slowly
around a central axis, allowing riders to get on and off safely
while the cars still moved along at a decent pace.  On a fixed
dias jutting out above the center of the platform disk was the
main operating console and security nest for the ride.  Two guys
in ridiculous orange and yellow jumpsuits sat up there, pushing
things and watching little screens and lights.  One of them was
particularly interested in us as we passed by, not twenty feet
from where he was perched.  Rolf had simply said, "We stay in
here for some time, so relax now," and that kept us right there
in our seats.  It looked like the plan was to stay in the People
Mover until we'd dried off, I guess.  But with his hand still
massaging my knee, I guess maybe he had something else in mind,
too.  In any case, the guy in the jumpsuit seemed just as curious
as me.  His eyes stayed on us until we were completely around the
platform and out of sight, once again on our way into the breezy
darkness.

"Ah, we are under suspicion, I see," Rolf chuckled, yet in the
black tunnel his fingers nonetheless began to trace the outline
of my cock inside my shorts.  "We must be normal for a while now.
 Pity."  His hand disappeared, but that was OK.  Who needed to be
busted twice in one day, right?

But Bonnie and Elise were having a more difficult time settling
down.  We could hear more moans and shuffling movements from
their side of the car as we rolled along.  Rolf cleared his
throat a few times, but to no avail.  Finally, I felt him shift
his weight and apparently reach out.  "My love, you must not," he
said.  Elise gave a funny, melodramatic groan, then the movements
from the women stopped.  "Yes, yes, yes   all right, my boss!"
she cried, then laughed.  Bonnie joined in soon after, then the
two of us men.  

As our merry car emerged into the light, Rolf's arm was around my
shoulders, and Elise's arm was around Bonnie's.  The two women
looked like they'd been left out in some bad weather, but their
smiles told the real tale.  I was sure Rolf and I gave much the
same appearance.  Already the piss had mostly dried on my exposed
skin, just as it had on Bonnie's.  Now it was just a matter of
getting the clothes dried.

Conversation got going, we small-talked and learned about each
other for a while, and our little car went around its circuit at
least seven or eight more times.  The clown in the security nest
eventually seemed to lose interest in us   or at least in staring
us down   and we all settled into a nice coziness with one
another.  Rolf and Elise were pretty good people, and it was
plain they felt the same about us.  He worked as an engineer back
home, while Elise was a teacher.  They had two children about the
same age as Bonnie and myself; the daughter lived in Australia
now, while the son was in Boston in graduate school.  Elise was
something of an heiress, also, having been the only daughter of a
rich businessman; two years prior he'd passed away, and now they
had more money than they ever needed.  The only reason they still
worked was because they liked their jobs and the people they knew
there.  They'd decided it was a good buffer in their daily lives,
too, to keep them apart and focused elsewhere so that when they
saw each other in the evenings they were more passionate about
being together.  "It is not for us to become tired of one
another," Rolf explained.  "We want this to be the normal life
always: work, play, work, play.  We need balance, you see.  Just
as everyone must."

He cast a look at his wife then that told the whole tale of their
rich, successful marriage.  There was a deep, abiding love there
in his smile that I dearly hoped I came close to showing my own
wife.  He then said, "It is a wonder, it is, what more and more
you learn as the age of life goes on...."

His arm tightened around my shoulders, and we rode on.

----5----


Eventually we staggered out of the People Mover and onto the
platform, making our way to the escalator back down to the
surface level of the park.  The women went ahead of us, and Rolf
and I both chuckled softly to see the backs of their clothes
still damp.  I could tell mine were, too, from the cold
clamminess of the fabric sticking to my skin on my ass and lower
back.  How in the hell did I manage to get *that* wet?  And how
were we going to keep this stink of ours from making every head
within fifty feet turn our way?

It was true.  We reeked.  Now that the gentle wind of the moving
car was gone, there was nothing to whisk away the unmistakable
stench of urine.  Of course, this being a theme park, there were
people everywhere, all around us now, and we had to walk right
through them.  Muttering, whispering, laughing... I could hear it
trail in our wake like chum behind a shark boat.  Surely all that
would draw the attention of some security guard, sooner or later.
 What the hell were we going to do?

Rolf directed us back toward the tea cups ride, past the race
cars and the gift shops.  As we neared a quaint little set of
buildings   alpine architecture built to house an ice cream shop
and a souvenir stand   between two rides, Rolf pointed to the end
of a short alley and a wide alcove.  "There is our last stop for
today," he said.  Then he steered us to a place across the
thoroughfare from the buildings, beside an enormous carousel. 
With a little happy effort, the four of us soon sat crammed into
an uncomfortable bench.  "We will go in separately, slowly, of
course.  But there are not cameras inside them, you see."

It was a family restroom.  That would be perfect!

One of the greatest inventions of our generation, the public
family restroom allows people in the same group, no matter what
their gender, to all go in together to use the toilet facilities.
 Even better, the door locks from within, and there is usually
more than sufficient room inside to do what you need to do. 
Bonnie and I have used these kinds of restrooms in the mall near
our home, at the local stadium, and even at the beach, where
we've actually managed to "enjoy" them the most.  It was clear
that Rolf and Elise had exactly that same kind of enjoyment on
their minds, too; they knew how to fully appreciate the
miraculous gift of the family restroom, too!

"The moment is key   it is not to be noticed," Rolf told us,
"that you go in and do not come out."  He pointed at various park
workers going about their jobs around us.  Some were stationed at
the rides, some at the shops, two were sweeping the streets, and
one was just standing guard near a cobblestone-encrusted water
fountain, staring off in another direction.  "It is night falling
soon, and these people will be rotating like always.  I will go
get a frozen chocolate for Elise now, but you go on with each
other into the door there marked 'family'."

Rolf was right.  Evening was rapidly on its way.  Bonnie and I
both glanced at each other, shaking our heads in wonder.  How
long were we on that People Mover, anyway?  Then, sure enough,
one by one the park workers began to wander off, replaced by
other workers who seemed to appear out of nowhere.  The workers
closest to us were still hanging about, though, so it was clearly
our best chance to get up and go, since those people would soon
be leaving and their replacements wouldn't have a clue that we
were already in the restroom.  As we got up and walked casually
forward, Bonnie reached out and squeezed my hand with painful
zeal.

"Oh God, baby!" she whispered.  "Can you fucking *believe*
this?"

I squeezed back.  We were past all the nearest workers, almost to
the door.  My cock was hard again, tenting my shorts somewhat. 
"I feel drunk," was all I could manage to say, but that did come
close to the feeling, I suppose.  Bonnie giggled a little, then
we were at the door and going inside.

It was a ten-by-ten square-foot room, all white tiles on the
floor, walls, and ceiling.  One large stainless steel sink,
handicap-accessible, stood beside a wide, comfortable-looking
toilet.  Also designed for handicap use, it had a handrail bolted
to the wall beside it, and it was a little longer and lower than
usual.  On the wall opposite was a flip-down changing table for
babies, as well as a trash can.  And that was it.  But, this
being the theme park that it was, everything was very clean.  It
seemed like somebody must've come in there right before just to
spiff it up and get it ready for us.  God bless the
tourist-friendly ethic!

As soon as we got inside I pushed Bonnie back against the door
and peeled her spaghetti straps down off her shoulders.  She
lifted her arms out of them and let me pull the top beneath her
breasts.  Her tits were so rank with the stink of piss!  But my
mouth found her nipples, one after the other after the other,
sucking and nibbling and flicking with my tongue.  I wanted that
nasty flavor in my mouth.  Rolf's piss.  Bonnie moaned and
cradled my head between her hands while I slobbered away.  My own
hands by then were down the back of Bonnie's little shorts,
rubbing her ass as she swayed it back and forth.

"Oh!  Mmmm... yeah, that's nice...." Bonnie crooned.  "You lick
that piss off me and make me clean, baby."

There was a soft thump against the door, and immediately it began
to push against us.  "It's us," whispered Elise, and Bonnie and
quickly sprang behind the door to let them into the apparently
empty restroom.  With a grin of triumph, Rolf clicked the lock on
the door and held up his ice cream cone in a toast.  Elise
touched her own cone to his, then they each took one last lick
and tossed them into the sink.

"Well, now we do it," Elise said, and she knelt in front of Rolf
and unbuttoned his shorts, pulling them off, along with his
briefs.  Rolf pulled his shirt off over his head, then stood
before us in nothing but his tennis shoes and socks, his hands
proudly on his hips.  This time I of course got a much better
look at Rolf's cock, and it looked even better than before  
hard, thick, and uncircumcised.  Maybe seven inches long, it had
the girth of a tank, or a battering ram.  Something built for
sustained heavy action.  I doubted some women could even get
their mouths around the tip.  Bonnie moaned and joined Elise on
her knees in front of him.  Elise reached up and massaged it,
pulling back the long foreskin to reveal the slick purplish tip
of Rolf's dong.

"You suck now, yes baby," Elise said, popping Rolf's cock right
into Bonnie's mouth as she instinctively leaned in and opened up.
 My wife's eyes rolled back into her head as she got her first
taste, then she proceeded to stroke and suck, lick and squeeze,
worshipping every last bit of that heavy, gorgeous hunk of meat.

Elise's hands were on me then, pushing my hips until I was
backing up, right against the toilet.  I clumsily sat down on the
seat, an instant after the older woman managed to pull my shorts
down around my ankles.  My cock was about as long as Rolf's but
circumcised and not nearly as thick.  Yet Elise didn't seem to
care.  She swallowed my dick in a progression of sloppy gulps,
until she had my member buried all the way.  I could feel the
vise of her throat around the head of my cock as she ground her
face into my clipped pubes.  Her tongue was mashed onto my balls,
wiggling against them, hurting a little in that good way.  I
gripped the toilet seat with both hands and just watched the back
of the woman's head as she worked.  Fucking me with her mouth.

Off and on she went, taking me all the way down now in one huge
gulp each time.  And each time back up she brought with her
copious globs of slobber and mucous from her own mouth and
throat.  My whole waist was soon coated in the slippery stuff.  I
could even see fluid coming out Elise's nose as she worked on me,
but she loved it.  There was this humming sound that kept
bubbling up out of her as she did me, and I could see from time
to time that she always had at least one hand busily working
between her own thighs.

Bonnie, for her part, was now crouched directly beneath Rolf,
slurping away on his balls as she stroked him.  He had thrown a
foot up on the edge of the sink to give her better access.  My
wife, naturally, moved her mouth all over, and soon she was
rimming his asshole.  An eternal favorite of mine, I could tell
Rolf was appreciative, too.  As Bonnie's tongue plunged deeper
and deeper into his spread anus, the older man's eyes squeezed
shut and a look of deepest pleasure spread across his face.

"You make it ready, yes," he whispered, and he suddenly looked at
me.  "Your husband is to be fucking me there soon."

"Fuck yeah!" Bonnie gasped, pulling herself out of his crack just
long enough to readjust her balance and get a hand against his
ass cheeks.  She wiggled a finger against his hole while she
continued to tongue him.  Rolf bit his lip and began a gentle
squat up and down against Bonnie's finger and face.  

Elise stopped her vacuum-job on my cock, sat back on her
haunches, and stroked me long and slow.  She eyed me wickedly and
asked, "You fuck men?"

I laughed.  "Not since high school," and I inclined my head
toward Rolf, "but yeah   I'd still like to get it like that, I
gotta admit."

"OK.  Good," Rolf said, and he pushed Bonnie's head gently away
and got down on his hands and knees.  "Your wife is to get here
under me, yes?  And I can fuck her sweet pussy?"  He patted the
white tiles with one hand, winking at Bonnie as she wiped saliva
off her cheek and glanced at me, wide-eyed.  She definitely
didn't mind.  And neither did I.  

"Yeah," I answered, and Bonnie got on her back and scooted
beneath Rolf.  It was clear that he could tell my wife was a
limber kind of girl, considering what he managed to have us do
next.  He helped her pull her legs up until her knees were
against her chest and her heels were resting on his shoulders. 
Rolf then maneuvered himself into a catcher's crouch above her
open cunt, which was now at a perfect angle for his cock.  With a
grin and one long, slow thrust, he crammed it fully inside her. 
It was the most she'd ever been stretched.  Bonnie had to bite
her own hand to keep the noise down.  Her eyes were nothing but
whites, they were rolled back in her head so far!

"Now you on one knee, OK?" Rolf directed.  He spoke in a calm,
conversational tone, as if we were playing golf and waiting to
play through or something.  Not like his fat cock was buried to
the hilt inside my spasming wife!  But I was there, on one knee,
right behind him.  In that position, I could tell I'd have a good
angle up into his asshole as he went in and out of Bonnie.  I'd
have to lean back a little on my one heel to make it work, but it
would be nice.  And no more lube required, of course.  My cock
was still plenty messy with Elise's throat goo, and Rolf's ass
was actually dripping Bonnie's own spit onto my crotch.  

Elise knelt low beside me, grabbed my cock, and put the head
right against Rolf's dark hole.  "Push," she muttered, and I did.
 Rolf paused his fucking motion and let me make my move.  With
very little resistance, my dick slid slowly in until it was
completely swallowed by his hot asshole.  I could feel the thick,
tight warmth of him all around my meat, and as he resumed his
fucking of Bonnie, I simply sat still and braced one hand back
against the floor, the other lightly on Rolf's ass, as if I was
steering him or something.

From the sounds coming from Bonnie, I could tell she was enjoying
this as much as I was.  Her moans shortened to little funny yips
like they always did when she started to orgasm from penetration,
and soon Rolf and I were both shaking hard as Bonnie's legs
jerked against him.  But he kept on fucking her relentlessly,
steadily pushing his massive cock in and out of her cunt.  Soon
she was building again, coming again, gasping for breath.  Rolf,
meanwhile, started to grunt.  He was close.  Sweat began to roll
down his back and ass, dripping onto me.  I could sense my own
pressure rising, too, and I knew it wouldn't be long.

"Elise   please!" Rolf suddenly cried, and almost immediately I
was getting wet again.  Elise stood beside me with her panties
pulled aside, thrusting her crotch forward as she spread her
pussy lips apart.  She urinated all over Rolf's back with a heavy
jet of piss, backsplashing me from my crotch to my eyebrows.  The
three of us fucking nearly lost it all at once, of course. 
Bonnie began to cry out, "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!  OHHHHH!"  And Rolf
growled almost scarily, his entire torso shaking as he crammed
every molecule of cock that he had into my woman.  As his orgasm
wracked him, his ass clenched ridiculously tight over my cock. 
Again and again, his violent, clenching ass clamped hard on my
dick, and I thrust myself up fiercely into him as he held himself
deep inside Bonnie.  It was a sweet moment of stillness, with
only the lightening rain of Elise's piss moving over us.  My cock
finally burst as well, throbbing wildly against the iron walls of
Rolf's pulsating rectum.  It was all I could do to maintain my
balance and stay inside him.  I felt like my cock was going to
rip right off if I didn't!

----6----


Elise very demurely rearranged her panties, pulled her tennis
skirt back down, and stepped forward to kneel beside Bonnie.  She
grasped Bonnie's ankles and held her steady while Rolf turned his
head a little and spoke to me.

"And now we do a nice thing for Elise, if you like."

"Yeah, sure," I panted.  "Whatever you want."

Rolf nodded, then ducked his head a little as if concentrating. 
"Then you wait, and I will do it."

Do what?  I couldn't even fathom it, but I was an idiot not to
expect it.  With a subtle tilting of his hips, Rolf raised his
ass a few inches until only the head of my cock was still inside
him, but the whole of his cock was very much still deep inside my
wife.  Then his rectum began to clench against my dick again, but
this time in a completely different way.  It was more of a push,
like an undulating pressure.  And then I figured it out.  And of
course I just had to sit there and be amazed that this was
happening to us.

Rolf was going to shit on me.

"Oh my God!  Is that piss?" Bonnie gasped.  We three rocked a
little as her legs jerked in surprise.  Then I heard a small
trickling sound, which was the overflow of Rolf's urine forcing
its way out of Bonnie's pussy, around his cock.  She laughed, and
we shook even more.  "This is so fucked-up, oh God!" she moaned,
and later I found out that she was stroking her clit the entire
time (pissing in her cunt became a new thing for us after that).

Suddenly my cock popped out.  The head was thickly crowned with
dark shit, and a large glob of it promptly fell and bounced off
my nuts onto the floor.  Rolf's asshole was grotesquely dilated,
his anal flesh stretched wide as the milky end of a turd began to
push its way out.  My semen was coating it like a thin membrane,
as if his shit was some kind of stinking brown alien from a
science fiction movie.  Out and down it came, steadily just like
his fucking, thick just like his cock.  When gravity had enough
claim on it, the thing broke off, flipped over lewdly as it
leveraged against my scrotum, and finally hit the floor with a
wet, heavy splut.  It was at least as long as my own cock, and
definitely thicker.

The trickling continued to issue from Bonnie's cunt, and Rolf
softly grunted in time with his thrusting bowels. Meanwhile,
Elise intently ducked her head to look around Rolf's hip at the
mess he was making on and around my crotch.  She bit her lip and
clearly was more excited than she'd been at any point so far. 
Rolf crapped out two more respectable turds, then a bit of softer
shit flowed out of his hole for a moment, draping itself like
pudding over the logs he'd just deposited on the floor beneath
us.  

Suddenly the door began to rattle, and a little voice could be
heard on the other side:  "Mommy, I gotta peepee!   I gotta go
now!"  Then a woman's angry voice:  "Oh shoot!  Come on, it's
locked..." and the voices faded away.  

As if on cue, the stench in that bathroom was immediately
overwhelming.  The spell of lust had been broken for me, at least
for that split second, and as my heart pounded from the shock of
near-discovery, reality seized its chance and invaded my
nostrils.  God!  Does shit smell bad!  Taking shallow breaths and
no longer looking at it, I tried my best to master my natural
reaction.  But Bonnie wasn't so lucky.

Rolf had been just as startled as any of us by the sudden
intrusion upon our nasty moment of fun.  He lurched to his feet,
one last dollop of shit flinging itself from his ass like a
trapeze artist, splattering itself three feet away on the tiles.
A spurt of piss jetted out of him as he caught his balance above
us, and it splashed rudely right into Bonnie's ear as she'd
turned her head to stare in fear at the locked door.

"Oh!" she cried, her feet still in the air, even though Elise had
now let them go and Rolf had stepped away.  I looked and saw the
messy puddle of urine that was still growing as more thinly
poured out of Bonnie's narrowly gaping cunt.  That was the moment
when the stench overtook me, and I nearly gagged, puked, and
passed out.  But I didn't.  I looked away from it all, got my
breathing under control, and everything steadied.  Bonnie,
however, sat up.

"What the   " was all she could manage, staring in complete shock
at the pile of crap that now lay between her feet.  Then she
sucked in this ragged, involuntary breath, and in the next moment
she puked.  A gallon of gut-juice seemed to burst out of her
sweet mouth, and I quickly scrambled back out of her way.  But
that made my cock bounce like crazy, so shit got all over my
thighs and belly as I attempted my getaway.  I still got a sick
splash of vomit on my legs as I escaped her range, but I did
manage to miss the worst of it.  Rolf's mound of shit was soon
utterly buried beneath everything Bonnie could have possibly
brought up.  It was a slimy, chunky, horrific mess.

"Oh   ugh, God   oh fuck," Bonnie groaned, crawling away toward
the sink.  "I'm so sorry.  I didn't, you know... I didn't expect
that.  Fuck...."  She got up on her knees and ran the cold water,
cupping her hand and taking little sips, splashing it on her face
and neck.  I couldn't help but admire her gorgeous nude ass while
she suffered there, trying to regain some kind of sexual dignity
in the midst of the newest turn of perversion.  A gooey mixture
of semen and piss ran down the insides of her thighs, coating her
to the knees.  I'd recovered enough by then, and I suddenly
wanted her very, very badly.  Stink or no stink.  I could lick
her from head to toe and back again   my filthy, weak-stomached,
sexy-assed wife!

Rolf turned to my wife and said, "No, it is fine.  What else can
one do sometimes?  It is a sick thing, yes."  He pulled down a
couple paper towels and offered them to her.  "I am sorry," he
said.  "We must stop now, I think.  Yes."

But Elise had other plans.  As her husband spoke she came and
knelt on her hands and knees before me.  I still sat there on the
cold tile floor, my back against the wall, just a bug pinned
under the glass, I guess.  With a dazed, hypnotized expression,
Elise admired the messy shit that coated the head of my cock. 
She took my cock by the root and held it up.  Still nearly as
hard as before, I couldn't help but let Elise have her way. 
Rolf, seeing this, gave up any pretense he had of stopping the
fun.  Even Bonnie turned around and came back a little closer,
watching intently as Elise slowly opened her mouth and slid it
around the head of my shit-covered dick.

Her lips touched the filth on my penis, and suddenly I was the
hardest that I think I'd ever been in my life.  Elise was going
up and down on me with her wet, hot mouth, showing ten times the
passion she'd had before.  "Mmmm-mmmm....  Mmmm-mmmm...." She
moaned and groaned over my cock as she worked on it, not taking
it deep at all this time, but clearly trying to lick and suck
every scrap of her husband's crap off it.  

One of her hands shot down between her thighs, rubbing hard over
her panties.  I did my best to help, reaching out and cupping her
breasts through her top, rubbing at her nipples as they prodded
desperately against the fabric that held them.  And then Rolf was
on her.  Crouching over her like a wild ape in heat, he flipped
up her skirt, yanked her panties to one side, and rammed his wide
cock home.  Elise gave a sharp yelp of pleasure around my bone,
then redoubled her efforts to get it clean.

Rolf, pumping away, began to pant again.  His chest, covered in a
light mat of fine gray hair, was running with sweat.  He smiled
broadly down at me and winked.  "It is her perversion, the
*scheisse*, as you see," he said.  "She is loving to eat it off
cocks and watch it fall from the ass."  Elise then began to yip
like Bonnie, the sound seeming to come mostly through her nose as
she continued to suction my dick, her orgasm obviously coming on
fast.  

"Elise has not been in this way for many years now," Rolf
continued, "having *scheisse* on a new cock to suck.  She is
happy to have more than just mine to play with today, you can be
sure."

Bonnie, her hand holding a damp paper towel over her nose and
mouth, moved up beside me, crouching close to watch my penis
disappearing in and out of the older woman's mouth.  I turned my
face and buried it against her shoulder, licking her skin and
tasting the sweat and piss that caked her.  I was ready to come
again, my nuts bunched and loaded.  My wife reached over and
pinched my nipple, in a nice rhythm to match Elise's movements,
and in no time at all my cock reached its limit.

"Here it is!" I hollered, and Elise groaned and took me to the
hilt, letting my sperm shoot straight down her throat.  A moment
later, Rolf was ready too, and he uttered a long, low growl and
hunched against his wife in a flurry of short, fierce thrusts. 
All the while, Elise breathed this little whining song of
pleasure out her nose, and her entire body shook with the orgasm
that was rattling through her.  Then she pulled completely off my
dick and panted heavily, whimpering as she tried to thrust back
against her husband and claim every ounce of semen that he could
possibly produce.

Meanwhile, my cock was completely clean, and so was Elise's
mouth.  There was not a single trace anywhere in or around it
that could tell what she just ate.  Her breath, though, would for
a while be quite a different story.  But in that bathroom just
then, there were plenty of other odors to mask it.  

As she and Rolf finally cooled down and stopped moving, Bonnie
leaned heavily against me, pulled the paper towel away from her
face, and grinned.  "Well, well, well..." she croaked.  Her
throat was a bit ravaged by her heavy puking, from the sound of
it.  "This sure beats the hell out of anything else we could've
done this weekend!"

Without a trace of irony at all, not even thinking before I said
it, I automatically replied, "Yeah.  No shit."  

Then I groaned and buried my idiot face in my hands.

The four of us laughed about that one for a good long time.