"Nay? Needs Must"

by Julius
Copyright 2002



They'd met, flirted, dated and finally become an item a few years previous. Now, neither imagined life without the other. Soul mates really. A rare,"marriage made in heaven" and both assumed that they would marry one day.

Their sex was magic. The between-sex times? More like joy filled play somehow. He sometimes thought his life consisted of having sex or basking in the afterglow or longing for next time.

And her? He hoped she felt the same.

They had few secrets from each other, certainly nothing important. Each tolerated the other's little faults and foibles. Even these seemed to emerge one at a time and become accepted as fun parts of their enjoyment of each other.

She did have one small hang-up, if that was the word, about something in her character that puzzled her a little. Mutual embarrassment was really foreign to them as a couple but this was something she'd yet to bring up in conversation. It stayed in the back of her mind, lurking quietly. Oddly it was something she very much enjoyed but she couldn't bring herself to mention it to him.

The simple fact was, that she found the need to pee could be a major turn on. Well, not all the time of course. But when the need hit her during lovemaking it seemed to intensify everything else.

A week or so ago had been typical. She'd woken to a hard cock nestled in the cleavage of her ass and a gentle hand cupping her left breast.

She was turned on in an instant it seemed and the realisation that she needed to pee just compounded things. It was that lovely first-thing-in-the-morning fullness. Not quite urgent yet, but it made her focus on the subtle pressure and where that subtle pressure was. But he seemed set for 'slow and gentle' lovemaking and she whispered that he'd better hurry because she needed to go. He'd offered to help her and his hand had slid playfully from breast to mound. Then he'd just lain there, cuddled up as close as it's possible to be. He'd cupped her firmly and it had felt wonderful. He'd whispered, "There, let me hold her for you."

"She likes that," she told him softly.

He'd woken with an exquisite erection and a considerable need to take a pee. The two coming together as they so often did. Piss-proud 'the guys'often call it. The urge to snuggle against her had won out over his other need. And why not? So he'd gently stroked his erection and firmly suppressed the urge that had brought it about.

She loved it, she'd teased herself this way many, many times during their lovemaking, never telling him. The insistent pressure down there somehow adding to the longing. It made her squirm, made her want to clamp her thighs together, to hold herself. To hold herself as he was holding her.

This morning was somehow special she'd thought. Her body seemed to glow with her arousal and she found herself almost curled around the other need. Before she knew it, she was telling him all about this secret self-tease. To her considerable surprise he told her that he enjoyed the same thing and, as with her, it seemed to intensify his arousal.

"And it's like that with you? You need to go now? And it turns you on?" he asked her, his voice a mix of surprise and delight.

"Oh! Yes to all three! I'm full too but I want that sweet cock of yours and both sensations are beautiful." She clamped her thighs tightly on his fingers to emphasise her words.

He writhed against her. The full curve of her sweet ass pressing against his belly, increasing the pressure inside him. Increasing too his longing, he was wickedly hard now.

He chuckled in her ear, "That's wonderful, why did you never tell me?"

She squirmed and wiggled her ass, feeling his hardness nestling hotly back there in her cleavage. "You don't have to go just yet do you?" She didn't wait for ananswer but raised her leg and reached back between her thighs for him.

Oh but the feel of her hand on him, guiding him! She was slick-wet and ready. His cock nuzzled at her entrance and then that exquisite first slide into her, long and slow. She cried out as he entered, opening her, filling her.

Oh the sweet pressure of her ass against his belly. Now the sweet torment began.

For her too came that same emphasis. His penetration merely added to her wonderful discomfort. It added something else. It focussed all her senses between her thighs, in her belly.

He heard her murmur, "Ooh sweet man I'll have to go soon!"

"Yes," he whispered, chuckling, "Me too!"

It turned each on now to know that the other had this need. And the knowledge that it was a mutual turn on?It was a wonderful, upward spiral.

He began to fuck her, slowly and gently. Every thrust was heavenly but every thrust was a reminder too. The tightening of his muscles, the sweet pressure of her ass against him. But how could he not press against that ass? It seemed to press back to meet him. Soon this became too much to bear, he was losing the sweet game he played with himself.

He asked her, "Sit on me, please," and added, "if you dare."

She agreed eagerly. This was perhaps their favourite position but tough for a girl with her present need.

He pulled slowly from her, she gave a little meow at the loss. He rolled onto his back and, oh so carefully, she got to her knees and straddled him. Shegazed down, loving the sight of his arousal, amazed as always at how big he looked. Did that lovely big thing really slip in her tightness so painlessly? She desperately wanted it inside her now. She placed a hand on his stomach and pressed gently. He gasped and she giggled and said softly, "Me too." She was nibbling at her bottom lip as she concentrated on containing herself, not easy with her thighs wide astride, her moist sweetness peeled wide open.

Then she was lowering herself, aiming his cock with her small hand. She sank slowly down. He felt her tightness yield wetly and then the first sliding impalement. The most beautiful sensation in the universe he thought. Into her tight, almost scalding heat, skewering up and up as she slid down and down.

His arousal was unbelievable. He never had much control in this position. Something she knew very well. They both loved it! He could watch her breasts swing and bounce, love them with mouth and hands.

She could control his penetration and the speed of their lovemaking. Control! She seemed to need a lot of control right now. Her over-full bladder tormented he rat every move. Oh but she enjoyed sitting there with him buried inside her, feeling herself blissfully full and blissfully full of his cock. So acutely ware of her arousal. She loved playing this game with herself but now they were playing it together. Turning him on, turning her on. Why had she never told him before?

Nobody was doing anything too vigorously. They daren't! She told him in quiet tones that she couldn't hold on much longer. She always had this battle with herself, telling herself she couldn't wait. But, as long as he was in her, loving her, she always managed to hang on. One day she knew she'd lose it but that was the joy of it. The gamble, the tease. He slid his hands over her buttocks and begged her to be still. He closed his eyes and felt the heat of her around his cock. He did that nameless clenching in his groin that made his cock move inside her. She did her matching magic and clenched her pussy round his cock. They called it 'inside kissing.'

She raised herself off him, drawing him out of her until just the head of his penis was still inside her. Then she lowered slowly, taking all of him back into herself. She repeated this once, twice, three times.God, but she had to pee or burst! More lip biting as another wave of needful pressure swept through her groin. It was moving from sweet torment now to sweet pain. She began to slide back and forth, sliding her ass down his thighs as if to shear off his cock. She felt the pressure of him inside her, first in one direction then the other. Then she began sliding her ass from side to side. His eyes were closed now and she knew he was getting close with this treatment. Buts o was she.

She leaned forward onto her hands and, moving her shoulders, let her nipples tease his lips. She raised herself a little giving him room to love her. He thrust up and their bellies slapped together, she all but lost it right there and cried out. "God! I nearly peed all over you then!" she said through clenched teeth.

"That would have been very sweet."

"Maybe, but we'd need a new mattress!"

At that moment he didn't really care. He caught a nipple with his lips and and sucked it and a mouthful of breast flesh too. She moaned.

All he cared about was the beautiful heat of her surrounding his cock. That and his need to pee. Knowing she was in the same desperate fix merely served to turn him on more. But most of all he had to come. She sat up again pulling her nipple noisily from his mouth. Her pussy was wide open when it needed to be clamped shut. She couldn't hold on much longer, she really couldn't. She ground her teeth as another wave of need swept over her. It passed, but only just. She looked down at him, lifted her breasts with her hands and said softly, "Ready?"

"Oh yes," he answered, barely audible. She began slowly raising and lowering herself. He lay perfectly still as she slowly, beautifully, began jerking him off with her pussy. At his level of arousal he didn't need to even move. The tension built in his thighs, he stared at her engorged nipples, the right one glistening wetly from his mouth. He watched her breasts moving in the cups of her hands, almost spilling over. The slow boil began somewhere at the root of his cock. His need to pee was now just adding to his sweet desperation. That sucking, clinging, sliding sweetness that was milking his aching cock! She was sucking him with that magic, rippling pussy!

Her body seemed almost to cease to exist. Just that bliss between her legs and the heat of him, up into her belly. And of course that other screaming insistent need. But she didn't care, all that mattered was the climax that was building. She wanted to come, she had to come.

He sensed her need and began to hump his hips to match her rhythm. They came, almost gently, almost silently but perfectly together. It was incredibly intense. She was moving almost gently at one moment and then gripping and rippling along the length of him the next and he was gushing desperately, pulse after pulse after boiling pulse into her.

They said not a word, just stared in disbelief into each others eyes. Suddenly she uttered a little cry and scrambled off him, leaking their juices from her. His cock slapped wetly against his belly and he watched her hobble away clutching her groin, sobbing her need. She was bent over slightly, taking little short steps and making little "Oohing" sounds as she headed for the bathroom.

The sweet agony of his wait while she gushed endlessly, noisily, happily.

He lay, listening to her relief, thinking she'd never stop, desperate with his own need. Oh! Hurry girl! He begged silently. He had to go! He clung onto his drooling cock.

They needed two bathrooms?