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Victoria Super Pisser



Weeing and Female Desperation Stories from cascademag.com (3 of 4)


Her throat makes the sound of a hummingbird as I press my hand hard against her pussy, still frozen in her jeans. Her hands cover mine, trapping and pressing them between her molten hands and volcanic pussy.
Her jeans deforested before the lava touches them. After a minute, her muscles relax under my hand. The hummingbird recedes into the distance and her jeans are a sopping sponge. I remove my hand from her crotch, pick up the pliers and resume my position. She breathes minutes later.
"OK" she says, "hold the top of my jeans straight and I'll untangle my hair."
I nod in agreement as she puts her hand in her jeans. I lean closer for leverage, my face inches from her molten core zipper. Sweat beads above her mons. She comes through her pores. Her fingers slide her way through the fragrant forest, clearcutting a path to the lost city. She moves her hand around and says 'ouch' every time a hair rips out. I stop myself just as my tongue is about to touch her zipper. I hadn't even realized I was going to lick her crotch and suck the come from her jeans. A starving person in a desert would do no less.
"Try it again," she says while removing her hand from her pants. Blonde hairs are curled around her fingers. "Oops," she says and shakes them off. I grip the pliers and grab the tab, pulling down. The zipper moves about a quarter of an inch.
"Shit," I say. Without thinking, I put my hand in her pants, pressing the crotch fabric out and dislodging hairs from the wet tent zipper. She shifts as each plucked hair pops.
"Ow!" she exclaims. "That hurts! Try your hand the other way."
I take my hand out and turn it around. My fingers slip down her wet mound, through her blonde hair, and skid into her sopping pussy lips. I press inward, trying to keep the hairs from being yanked out at the roots. The lower I reach, the wetter she gets. A flood of juice comes out. She loudly moans and her hips shudder. I blush and start to remove my hand.
"No," she says. "Please untangle me...keep going..." Her voice trails off. I keep venturing down; follow the curve of her body and the fingers comb her pussy hair. Her scent comes burning up my hand, wrist and forearm. My hand is very wet. I resist the temptation to slide fingers up her cunt. She could probably take three without even pushing. I finally get to the last hairs and my hand slides past her perineum and almost across her anus.
She shudders and presses into my arm. I begin to slide my hand back, trying not to drag my fingers through her butthole. They stroke her pussy nonetheless and the tip of my middle finger slides into her.
"Oh yes..." She screams. "Oh stick it in me...ram your finger up my snatch...I want to fuck your fingers..."
With her zipper parted, her jeans slide as if her legs were a greased firepole.
I start to oblige and remember the reason why we're here. I reluctantly pull my hand out. Her blonde pussy hair is dark and wet now. They frame her lips.
She stands up to pull the jeans off but I don't get out of the way in time. Her hot pussy kisses my face and I feel, taste, and smell her -- only her.
I can't resist the urge to kiss her lips, trying to center on the sopping wet folds where I think her clitoris might be.
She presses her hips into my face and my tongue bathes her as I lick and nibble at her crotch. She puts her hands on my shoulders, trapping me against her flowing cunt. I flick my tongue against her pussy and grab her ass.
My cock touches the cold porcelain toilet. It jerks in shocked delight.
I press my face harder into her, eating her like a starving person. She throws one leg over my shoulder, giving me better access to her damp and dark pussy.
I reach up, inserting my finger back into her.
It slides along the front wall of her vagina and disappears. I feel the back of her pubic bone as my finger traces her walls. My face presses the front of public bone and she shudders in orgasm. Hot come trickles down over my two fingers, now inside her, over my hand and down my arm. She screams higher, louder.
"Rub my G-spot!" She comes.
I run my finger over the G-spot as it grows from stimulation. Deep inside her, it engorges and blossoms. Circling it, I try to imagine it as a small nipple protrusion. She slows and her body begins to lock. I resume the vertical stroke and she erupts into overdrive. I can hardly keep my fingers in for her hip bucking.
In between the slap of her thighs on my face, I grab what breaths I can. Her voice cracks and she is silent between the pointed peaks of orgasm. She presses hard into my face and her body locks. I continue licking, sucking, nibbling.
"Stop...Stop...Stop" she punctuates between orgasms. "Too....much....stop..."
I stop licking and pull my head back. I also slowly slide my finger out of her vagina, trying to extract all the nectar out of her.
My finger reluctantly exits her wet pussy.

Continued Pt4