Date: Fri, 21 Aug 2009 00:01:09 +0100
From: Matt Buck <matt_v_jellicle@hotmail.com>
Subject: Descent (Chapter 1)

Disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional in that it never happened. Any
likeness to real events is entirely coincidental. The characters are from
my imagination.

Story by mattbuck (matt_v_jellicle@hotmail.com). Comments, suggestions and
(constructive) criticism always welcome.

This particular part is straight, but the rest will be a mix of gay, bi and
straight. Maybe some lesbian too. Eventually. Don't expect anything soon.

More stories can be found on my website.
http://mattbuck.irongalaxy.com
http://mattbuck007.livejournal.com

MF, oral, vaginal, piss, college, (masturbation)



      Life at university can be hard. Boring lectures, endless coursework,
and food which looks like the chef just vomited on your plate. You need a
release, and generally that release is sex with the nearest available
member of the opposite sex.

      This story is about two such people - James and Sarah. Both were
freshers, and lived in the same hall of residence. It's also about how
their sex changed, and about their descent into some very dirty
sex. Luckily, very dirty sex is usually very hot sex, but it may not be to
everyone's taste.

      Anyway, we begin our story in November 2007, simply because I can't
be bothered to go through the story of them meeting and first, second,
third, fourth, fifth etc ending up in bed together. Trust me, it's not all
that interesting. Most of it takes place when the participants were drunk,
which means it's also excruciating.





      This was the sixth time they were in bed together, and for the first
time it was in Sarah's bed. They hadn't really meant it to happen that way
- there was no reason they couldn't have been there before - just they
hadn't. They'd fucked in a friend's bed once while its owner lay snoring
loudly on the floor, but not her bed.

      Not until the previous night anyway.

      She lay awake, around 4am, with James snoring next to her. It was hot
- he was hot, temperature-wise, she hadn't had a chance to change the
radiator setting, and her bed had waterproof covers on it.

      James for some reason hadn't commented - she guessed he was just too
eager to get his cock inside her. To be fair, she had been pretty eager
too.

      The reason for the sheets was a new fetish she'd discovered. It was
new to her anyway, though as is the way with these things, people had been
doing it for ages. Of course if she had been the first to discover it, she
wouldn't have discovered it, because she only found out about it by reading
about it. Since she lived at home normally, she hadn't had a chance to try
it properly there - her parents would have got suspicious. A bit of playing
in the bath or shower was the best she'd managed.


      She pulled herself closed to James, pressing against his leg, feeling
the slight pain it evoked, and knowing that she needed to make a decision
soon.


      She was, she thought, pretty highly sexed for a woman. That is, she
was a frequent masturbator, which, she had always felt was something
unusual within her group of friends. They all liked cock, but they never
seemed to miss it especially. It was just something they did
because... well, it was what they did. She got fucked because she liked the
feel of a cock inside her, making her scream and cum. That was what sex was
for, and if a cock wasn't available then that was a reason to masturbate,
thinking of the next cock.

      Or not, because truth to tell she always had problems holding a
fantasy while masturbating, so instead she would surf the net, looking for
porn. Stories were best, as they downloaded quickly and didn't interrupt
downloading episodes of House. She didn't really mind what type of story it
was - straight, bi, gay, lesbian... heck, even transsexual or beastial at a
pinch. A good writer could make anything sexy - even death. However, while
she had read some snuff stories which were quite incredibly erotic, it
didn't inspire her with a wish to try it, mainly because it would rather
place an upper limit on how many times she could have sex, and she didn't
believe that any sex could be good enough to warrant it.



      She pulled closer to James, feeling the sweat between their
bodies. How he was sleeping she didn't know - her face was flushed trying
to keep the rest of her cool, but she didn't want to leave the bed. Not
right now. She... she was going to.



      She'd been reading a story about a girl masturbating, and following
the actions as best she could. A vibrating dildo was buried deep inside her
pussy, and she was trying to fuck herself with it while simultaneously
squeezing her breasts and scrolling down to the next page of story. It was
reaching a climax, and so was she - she moved her other hand down to rub
her clit even as she plunged the dildo in, making a noise halfway between a
grunt and a moan, with just a little bit of mewl thrown in. In, out, in,
out, the girl in the story came, screaming, and as she did so she pissed
herself. Sarah too screamed as she came, her finger a blur on her clit as
ecstasy coursed through her body, curling her toes and causing her to
collapse backwards onto the bed, gasping for breath.



      She tried but couldn't. At least not yet. It was harder while lying
down, something she hadn't got used to yet. After all, she'd only tried it
a few times, and it wasn't quite urgent enough yet. Besides, she was
nervous.



      She'd thought nothing of it for a week or so. Yes, she'd come extra
hard, but it had been a really good story, and her vibrator had been on
high. She'd kept thinking nothing of it until the Wednesday night, when she
was lying in the bath, shaving. She didn't realise at the time, but she
hadn't used the toilet beforehand, and in the warm water that suddenly
caught up with her. It was hardly unpleasant, really, just a little nagging
feeling at the back of her mind. She dragged the razor along her leg,
upwards, clearing a path through the foam. She ran a finger along behind
it, stroking the newly smooth skin, enjoying it. She shook the razor in the
water and shaved the next line, and the next, until both her legs were as
smooth as her breasts. She relaxed back into the bath with a contented
sigh. It was more insistent now, but the warm water felt good. She pressed
her hand against her pussy, and slipped a finger inside herself. She closed
her eyes and let her breathing slow. Relaxed. Content. Quiet. Pissing.


      The last one came as somewhat of a shock, but she really couldn't be
bothered to do anything about it. Her finger started pumping, and she could
feel the force of piss on the palm of her hand - it felt good.


      She lay there for ten minutes past when her bladder was empty, slowly
bringing herself to an orgasm as she soaked in water mixed with shaving
foam and her own urine.  It was a quiet orgasm, but a satisfying one. Then
she realised what she was doing and quickly got out of the bath and stepped
into the shower to wash off again.

      It was the next day when she found her hand dipping into her spray of
piss as she sat on the toilet that she realised maybe there was something
in that story after all.



      When it came it was almost a shock. She gasped at the feeling, and
pushed herself closer to him. She was pissing - not just pissing on
herself, but pissing on herself in her own bed, and on the hot guy next to
her.

      Oh it was too good.

      She concentrated and tried to hold it a moment while she put a hand
down below the covers and stroked James's cock. It was semi-hard as it was,
but still dry. That wasn't good enough. She pushed him onto his back and,
face screwed up in concentration trying to keep the piss back, straddled
him, then relaxed.

      She looked down at him. The boy she was pissing on. She was pissing
on a boy.

      She hadn't done that since a particularly drunken party back in sixth
form.

      She reached between her legs, resting her chest against his, kissing
his neck as she stroked his cock in her stream of piss.

      But then it slowed, and, moment by moment, fighting it all the way,
she stopped pissing.

      That cock was hard though. Hard and wet.

      She considered getting between his legs and sucking him off, but
while she wanted to know what it was like to suck a cock drenched in her
own urine, she needed more right now.

      She slid backwards slightly, crouched as she was, and felt the tip of
his cock against her wet pussy lips.

      She took it in one, emitting a guttural moan as she felt it fill her
up. Fuck she loved cock. She started moving up and down, slowly at first
but quickly picking up the pace, the quilt getting pulled up towards her
from the foot of the bed. She took his right ear lobe between her teeth and
bit it, simultaneously smacking his opposite cheek.

      "Wake up and fuck me," she growled into his ear.



      James woke with a start, his cheek stinging, his girlfriend moving on
top of him, hot and sweaty. He didn't know why his cock was inside her at
that moment, but he wasn't awake enough to ask questions so just lay back
to enjoy it. Apparently that wasn't good enough - a hand came and smacked
his other cheek

      "I said," Sarah growled menacingly at him, "wake up and fuck me."

      James didn't need to be told a third time, and so moved his hands to
his girlfriend's tits, answering her pelvic thrusts with his own. Her lips
came down hard on his, and withdrew with his lower lip still attached. Pain
before it snapped back, and he tasted blood on the tip of his tongue.

      "Fucking do me, and do me hard."

      James had had girlfriends before, but never had he ever been woken up
by one of them to find his cock buried deep inside her hot wet cunt, and
with the demand that he fuck her harder. That being said, Sarah was
different from most of his previous girlfriends in that she wasn't girly.

      She also knew how to swear in Japanese.

      He moved his hands to her hips, and pulled her down on his cock as
hard as he could, bringing his hips rushing up to meet hers in a dull
smacking. She shucked off the quilt, leaving it piled over his knees, and
threw back her head, her fingers scratching over his chest - he'd see the
marks in the mirror later, but right now it was just part of the heady
sensation and intoxicating smell of two people who hadn't washed for a few
days getting hot and sweaty together.

      "Harder, harder," she was still growling.

      This was the eighth time they'd had sex, if he remembered correctly,
though he admitted he might not, as they'd been out on the piss several
times together and whole nights just blurred together. The point was they
hadn't had sex together that many times, and so there were a lot of
positions they had yet to try. Not that they were trying to do the entire
karma sutra anyway, they just did what felt right. That meant doggy style,
cowgirl, plain missionary, and while riding a stone lion buck naked in
Nottingham's Market Square, which had resulted in extremely cold balls.

      He pushed her off his cock and on to her side, then over on to her
back. He quickly positioned himself between her legs, giving the quilt a
kick which sent it flying off the end of the bed. He hooked her legs over
his shoulders, looked down at the expression of raw animalistic lust in his
girlfriend's eyes, and pushed in quickly. She was absolutely sopping wet -
when his dark blonde pubes bumped up against her own chestnut brown ones it
was with a definite squelch, like someone stepping in deep mud.  He had no
idea what had got her so hot, nor was he inclined to argue, he just pulled
back and pushed in as hard as he could. There was no tenderness in it, nor
when their lips crashed together - it was all teeth seeking something to
bite to draw blood, to bring that little bit of pain that makes pleasure so
much better. His arms were locked behind her back, his fingers digging into
her shoulders, and hers were busy alternately pulling him in to her harder
and spanking his ass. They weren't friends or lovers, they were just two
rutting animals in a frenzy of lust and pumping hips. He could feel it
coming, growing inside him, and while a part of him wanted to keep it away,
to keep the pleasure coming, he was too caught up in the moment to
care. Harder and harder, the sweat on their bodies lubricating their fuck,
helping him put his weight behind each thrust, driving them both to heights
they'd never previously experienced together. His teeth grabbed at her lip,
then at her neck, and as he bit down his cock exploded inside her. She
screamed, and he pressed his crotch against her, knowing somewhere deep
down that it was giving her pleasure, but really just caring that his cock
was spurting his cum deep inside a hot, willing cunt.




      James tasted blood again as he came down from the sexual high and his
breathing started to return to normal. He couldn't see more than the
vaguest outline of her neck in the dark, but he was sure that in the light
he'd see a set of red teeth marks. He felt Sarah's legs slide down back to
rest on the bed which was soaked in their sweat. Still, it was her bed, not
his, so he didn't mind too much.

      "Mmmm," Sarah murmured. "You're goooood."

      James grinned, though he knew she couldn't see it. Instead he ground
his crotch against hers, and lowered his face to kiss her, gently this
time, tongues soothing the cuts and bruises from earlier.

      "Well I try to please people who wake me up to make me fuck them."
They lapsed into silence for a while, and James's cock grew
softer. Eventually he rolled off her and they lay side by side, the sweat
evaporating from their bodies cooling them slightly.  "You were wet," he
remarked.

      "I was horny."

      "I noticed." Silence again for a minute.

      "I did something really kinky." James stayed silent, so she
continued, "I pissed all over your cock."

      "You pissed on me?"

      "It made me so horny doing it." She rolled onto her side so she was
looking at him. "It felt so good to just piss in the bed, and all over
you. It made me want your cock so much."

      "So we fucked in a puddle of piss?"

      "Yup." A moment of silence, then:

      "Cool."

      Again they lapsed into silence. Sarah shuffled sideways a bit, and
draped her leg over James's stomach. Meanwhile, James's hand found her
breast, and rested there happily.

      "So am I going to be woken up by you pissing on me again tomorrow
night?"

      Sarah laughed. "I thought I'd wait until you were awake next time."

      "Well, feel free to wake me up to fuck like that any time you like."
Their lips met softly, and James could tell she was smiling. He crawled
down to the end of the bed, and picked the quilt back up off the floor,
then cuddled up to Sarah and draped it over them both. In the morning there
would be breakfast, showers, and a cleanup operation. But at that moment
there were just two fucked-out teenagers.



      ******



      The morning did indeed involve a cleanup operation, though not before
they'd had a chance to fuck again, and then gone to breakfast wearing just
dressing gowns. The shower came last, and then it was away to lectures on
the other side of campus. That night they went out to the Isis nightclub,
came back severely wankered and crawled to bed in James's room, not even
bothering to get out of their clothes.



      In fact, nothing really interesting happened for a few days. The
weekend passed in another alcoholic blur, and then it was Monday lunchtime,
and they were walking back to halls together having used their meal cards
to buy pizza from the Coates Caf‚. Instead of going across the downs,
Sarah led them along the road towards the Law building, then cut into the
uphill end of the old orchard anymore, which no one ever walked through as
it wasn't on the quickest route anywhere. She pushed James up against a
tree and kissed him. His hands immediately went to her ass, groping it
through her skirt as his tongue slipped between her teeth.

      "I want to see you piss," she whispered as their lips parted. To his
credit, James didn't seem too shocked. They hadn't talked about that night,
but it had clearly been something they both enjoyed. But then it was sex,
so enjoyment was a given.

      "Now?" He asked.

      "Right here, right now."

      "What if someone sees me?"

      "You're a guy taking a piss outdoors, they won't care."

      "Why can't I just do it inside. In a toilet."

      "Indulge me," she replied, her hand undoing the zip on his flies,
"and you'll get mind-blowing sex tonight."

      "Okay then." She reached into his trousers and pulled his cock out
into the surprisingly warm late-autumn air. It wasn't hard, but it wasn't
properly soft either. It was nice to know that she had an effect on
him. "Anywhere in particular you want me to piss?"

      "I want you to piss on my pants."

      "On what?" His expression would have been a sight to behold if she
hadn't been busy hiking up her skirt and pulling her panties down, then
lifting up each foot in turn to ease them off over her shoes. She laid them
out on the short grass by the path, then took a step back.

      "Right there."

      James was looking at her like she was a bit crazy, but that was okay,
she liked being a bit crazy. Still, the important thing was that he
shrugged, took his penis in between the thumb and first two fingers of his
right hand, rolled his shoulders.

      She giggled. If this was his actual piss routine, it was
funny. "Sorry." She said when he looked at her. She restrained herself this
time as he rolled his shoulders, widened his stance, tilted his head back a
bit, breathed in and let fly.

      She had seen guys pissing before of course - on the internet pissing
on some bimbo, and with their backs turned to her as they messed up the
pavement outside the pub nearest school. But never with a ringside seat
like this before. The first few drops spattered onto the grass between his
feet, but quickly it picked up pace and spattered further before hitting
her panties in a steady stream. It was... anticlimactic wasn't the right
word, but it wasn't as sexy as she'd thought it would be. That being said,
it was something she wanted to see again, preferably from a different
angle.

      He pissed for about fifteen seconds before the flow slackened. She
would have seen it stop, and seen him shake the last few drops from his
foreskin, if only it weren't for the fact that his penis was now in her
mouth, and the last few drops fell onto her tongue, and for the first time
she tasted someone else's urine.

      It tasted pretty much like her own, but then she hadn't really
expected it not to or anything. But that too was a bit disappointing.

      James though was certainly not disappointed, as his cock rapidly
inflated inside her hot mouth. She curled her tongue around it while it was
still soft enough to fit inside, then switched to sucking as it grew too
big for her. She liked cock, and she liked the taste of this cock. The
taste of a boy who didn't bother showering every day, the taste of a cock
which had been inside her pussy the previous day and which hadn't been
cleaned since. There was something quite sexy about licking your own juices
off a cock as it fucks your face.

      Her ankles started to hurt from the crouching, so she switched to her
knees, the fat rod never leaving her mouth, its owner putting his hands on
the back of her head, moving his hips to the tune of the pleasure she was
giving and the release yet to come.

      Oh yes she liked cock.

      She let James take over the motion, confining herself to keeping her
jaw open wide and her tongue sliding on the underside of his penis as he
face-fucked her. She put a hand down the front of her skirt and easily
inserted a finger into her damp pussy, swiftly followed by a second,
pumping in and out to the rhythm of the cock that was now trying to force
its way down her throat. She did her best not to gag, and tried to breathe
during the out-strokes and through her nose. James was muttering something
about her being a dirty cocksucking whore, so he was definitely getting
close. She pumped her fingers faster, and put her teeth to his shaft. His
pumps became more violent, and then with a final thrust pushed his cock to
the back of her throat and started pumping his cum directly into her
stomach.

      She started feeling light-headed, and her finger was a blur on her
clit as she came violently, her boyfriend's cock making her choke.



      It took a minute for her to get her breath back, and to stop
coughing. When she did, James was there to kiss her as they knelt on the
damp grass. She stood up, and was about to walk away when she noticed her
panties lying on the grass, sodden wet and stained yellow. She gave James a
smirk as she picked them off the ground and pulled them back up her legs
until they were pressed back against her pussy.

      "How do they feel?" He asked, returning her grin.

      "Warm, wet, and kinky."

      They walked back to hall with his piss dripping down her legs and his
hand on her bum. They separated when James saw Dan by the coke machine, and
as she got into the lift, she spotted some girl pointing at her backside
and the wet, hand-shaped stain on her skirt.

      It was a good day.



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