Yulia — 3
Yulia trudged off, legs slightly bent, to the shower, while I, having caught my breath a bit, also went to her. I watched as she stood in the shower stall, her legs spread shoulder-width apart. It looked quite erotic and vulgar.
Lifting her face up, she braced her hands against the wall, leaving the shower hose between them, receiving the stream of warm water that enveloped her body and caressed all its folds and curves, fondling her breasts, her nipples which stood erect, it stroked her butt, her tummy, descending somewhere down there, to where a pussy of unseen beauty resided.
I began to feel jealous of Yulia for this brazen water and, opening the shower door, I stepped in to her. She lowered her face
and looked at me as if from under her shoulder, still remaining in that pose with widely spread legs and her straight arms braced against the wall. I took the tube of shampoo and, pouring some onto my palms, began to stroke her body, sliding my hands over her breasts and tummy, then I began to soap her back, continuing movements akin to a massage"What are you doing to me?" she moaned with pleasure, "crazy."
"I'm afraid to wake up," I whispered in her ear, bringing my lips close.
"I'm afraid to lose sight of you," I continued, embracing her body with soapy hands while kissing her earlobe, then she turned her face back to me.
With my hands embracing and stroking her body over her shoulders, I pressed her down slightly towards my once again swollen and ready-to-receive-oral-caresses-from-Yulia cock.
However, Yulia did not yield and somehow glared at me with her eyes; from that look, I felt a bit uneasy and realized I had made a mistake that needed urgent correction.
I removed my hands from her shoulders and lowered them to her waist, while I myself bent my body and head towards her breasts and began to suck on the erect nipples on her stunningly beautiful areolas, then began to embrace and fondle her breasts with my hands, standing on half-bent legs.
Then, having enjoyed her little nipples, which stood erect, for a bit, I straightened up and we merged again in a passionate kiss.
She stroked my head and shoulders, I likewise embraced her, stroking her back.
The warm water washed all the soap off her and helped me please her further. With my hand, I descended to her pussy and began to tease it from side to side, stroking with my fingers, and moving slightly to Yulia's side, I ended up behind her again.
With my hands, I again tried to bend her into a doggy-style position, but Yulia again did not yield and, turning to me, said she didn't want to fuck in the shower because it's uncomfortable.
I agreed, and we simply washed up, turned off the water, and I saw how Yulia peed a little, still standing in the shower, and smiled at me a bit.
"It happens, when the water goes, it calls the liquid with it," she chuckled coquettishly and a bit shyly.
"Can I wash you?" I asked; my cock twitched from the sight seen and was simply eager for battle, but my male will broke. I already wanted to kiss Yulia on her beautiful pussy. I wanted exactly what I had wanted for a long, long time!
"Wash me," said Yulia, thrusting her pussy forward.
Without a second's delay, I got on my knees and ran my full tongue over her pussy, licking off the fresh droplets of urine.
Yulia apparently didn't expect such washing and gasped, running her hand over my head.
"Want more?" she asked me from above, looking with mischievous eyes.
I looked at her and blinked my eyes approvingly.
Yulia spread her beautiful labia with her hands and, straining, released a thin stream of golden rain into my mouth.
Having received the portion, I swallowed it, then lowered my face down, as if understanding that I had again behaved like a whore, and began to receive the remnants of the golden rain on the back of my head.
Yulia's urine took possession of me and as if embraced me. It was magnificent, its streams enveloped my whole head and, as if aiming specifically, ran down my cheeks into my mouth, as if saying you can't dodge me anyway.
Yulia's stream was not strong and came out in small portions, but for a long time, and I understood that she had been holding it in all this time while I was with her in the shower.
Now, taking advantage of the situation, she was watering me with her nectar of fragrant golden rain.
This situation again put everything in its place. Yulia did not want to please me orally, and I, now, to correct the situation, was kneeling like a whore. She, as if punishing me, was peeing on me.
Feeling the stream end, I lifted my face up. I stared intently at Yulia, expecting some kind of forgiveness from my queen.
She smiled at me and suddenly a sharp, but not large, stream hit my nose, part of which also got into my mouth.
"Oops," she laughed.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to," she laughed from above.
"Oh no, I did mean to," she continued, mocking me a little.
"You're not offended?" she asked when I again hid my face from her and lowered it down.
"No," I shook my head.
"Just unexpected," I said, also looking down.
"Did you like it?" Yulia continued to flirt.
"Very much," I already began to dissemble a little, because the situation had slipped from my control; I was no longer the macho I had been just recently, and she apparently understood that too.
"Now do the 'margushki' for me," I again heard Yulia's playful voice.
"What's that?" I asked and looked at her.
"Just look at the pussy and don't dodge," she said with a slightly bossy voice and rinsed me with the shower.
"Don't worry, I won't pee. I won't." She exposed her clitoris with her fingers and brought it to my right eye, thrusting her groin forward. From the touch of the clitoris to my eyelashes, they quickly, involuntarily began to flutter and tickle it.
"Claaaaaass," I heard Yulia's satisfied voice.
"That's claaaaaass, bear with it a little, I won't cum, I'll just enjoy a bit of such tickling."
The 'margushki' continued for probably a minute, but during that minute I felt more humiliated than under the golden rain.
I already wanted to swear in frustration and, of course, wanted most of all to scold myself for again ending up as an oral whore, even with money and gifts and a good fuck, and in the end again kneeling and doing some 'margushki' to please Yulia, who had now become completely brazen.
"So what are you yelling at me for?" I heard Yulia's voice and raised my head questioningly.
"Oral sex! Remember?" Yulia continued to look at me with a smirk.
"Come on, do it," she still stood exposing her clitoris and bringing it now to my lips.
Embracing her hips, I kissed it and, sticking out my tongue, began to lick her vulva, still brazenly presented to my face.
I penetrated her, licking even inside; with my thumb, skillfully and having first moistened it in her lubrication, I penetrated one phalanx into her anus.
At that moment, I was performing exactly what I did best.
Yulia writhed on me, still thrusting her pussy forward with widely spread legs, bracing one shoulder against the wall.
I licked and licked, understanding that she was now fucking my mouth, simply fucking it, and doing it apparently for my clumsy attempt to persuade her to give a blowjob.
Or maybe because she just felt like it, and I also licked her droplets of urine after the shower; in short, I had again and once more turned into an ordinary oral whore and probably lost all respect from her.
But perhaps it just seems that way to me; maybe I think that because I, personally, lost control over her, and she gained control over me, and perhaps she is just playing her role and getting off on it, and I, perhaps, as she thinks, am also playing the role of the bottom, satisfying her orally ('oralno' – this became our new word in Yulia's and my lexicon) and I accepted the golden rain not under duress, but of my own free will.
In short, I was calming myself, hoping for the best.
Just a few minutes after my professional movements with tongue, finger, and face in general, Yulia came again for the second time; holding onto my head, she leaned on me, coming intensely and also grabbing onto the shower hose itself, which miraculously held and didn't tear off.