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Some Things Can't Wait - Part One

As Jake tossed the basketball and sunk what had to be his hundredth shot of the afternoon thus far, he thought about how much he couldn't wait to be at college. He knew it was a bit of a douchey thing to think, because really he had it pretty good at home. He had a really comfortable life, his parents obviously loved him and wanted the best for him, but... goddamn, he was eighteen years old, and still on summer afternoons he got kicked out of the house like some twelve year old and told to play outside. It wasn't like he'd spend every moment of every day on his computer or in front of one of his consoles if he could, but he wished that he at least had the choice. At least it would have offered him some variety, some options other than just wandering the neighbourhood park listening to podcasts and music until his phone died, or shooting hoops in the garden.

He glanced down at his tall, lean body, and blushed as he wondered if he'd be quite so thin and fit if it wasn't for his parents having more or less forced this daily activity upon him over the entirety of his adolescence. He wasn't exactly sporty, and his academic talents lay much more strongly in stuff like history and science than phys ed. But years of bored summer afternoons shooting hoops had given him pretty great hand-eye coordination, and all that walking time and time again around the park and the neighbourhood in general had left him pretty fit when it came to doing stuff like cross country, or anything that relied more on stamina than raw skill. So... yeah, maybe it was a bit harsh to long for the time in a couple of months when he'd be on the way to college and a dorm room and schedule that was entirely his own. Though, he couldn't help but continue to feel that it would be pretty awesome to slip back to his room whenever the hell he liked, and jerk off freely rather than having to wait till late at night, or early in the morning.

Jake's cheeks flushed slightly beneath his caramel brown coat, and he tried to turn his mind away from such thoughts before he ended up with a situation in his loose shorts for the whole neighbourhood to see. Thankfully though, a distraction presented itself before he even had to worry about it too much. A distraction in the form of squealing brakes and tyres clutching at the road's surface, and a familiar car beginning to barrel down the suburban cul-de-sac at surprising speed. The car belonged to one of his neighbours. Was it the Parsons? No, they had the red Prius. This one belonged to the Robinsons right across the street, more specifically to the hot wolf who had featured in more than one of Jake's early morning or late night jerk-offs this summer thanks to her occasional appearances in dresses which had gotten shorter and lighter and less equipped to handle her ample breasts the hotter the weather had become. Now though, it wasn't her clothing that had Jake's attention. It was her abysmal driving, weaving all over the road like she was drunk before finally rolling her way into her driveway and not even shutting off the engine before he saw her trying to struggle within the car to get loose from her seatbelt and pull open the door.

"N-no..."

He heard her whimper audibly as she dragged herself out of the car, dropping her handbag and bending to pick it up, only to yelp and abandon it as she bolted towards the front door with both hands clasped between her legs, today clad in tight denim rather than the flowing fabric of a dress. She made it to the front door, still gasping and bouncing from foot to foot with helpless, manic protests of frustration and desperation, only to plunge a hand into one of her jeans pockets, then the other, and let loose a strangled wail as she glanced with horror back at her discarded handbag. Vainly she grasped at the door handle and shook it as though hoping beyond reason that she had forgotten to lock it, but there was no such good fortune to be found.

Jake could only watch, only stare in shock, in second hand embarrassment, and in surprisingly intense excitement as he realised what was happening. It had all only taken a few seconds thus far, so fast had the wolf been moving, but her predicament was obvious. She wasn't drunk or otherwise intoxicated. She was in need of the bathroom. Severely, agonisingly desperate to piss. And now, as she stumbled back to grab her handbag and rummage within it for her keys, she seemed barely able to hold back. Like she was about to do something unthinkable, like she was about to do the kind of thing that Jake could only imagine haunting his memories with humiliating anguish for the rest of his life, were he to be the one in that position.

He could feel his erection growing rapidly between his legs, but he couldn't bring himself to look away. He couldn't bring himself to stop watching this impending train-wreck as once, twice, three times Mrs Robinson's trembling hands dropped the bag as she tried to drag forth her keys from its interior, each occasion that she had to bend over to pick it up drawing a wail of fresh frustration and obvious discomfort from her lips as the motion no doubt jolted her bladder, and presenting Jake with a perfect view of her broad hips and plump ass within those tight jeans. His heart raced as he wondered if she was going to make it, though never really considering that she wouldn't. After all, he'd lived eighteen and a half years without ever seeing an adult piss themselves. Not his teachers, not his parents, certainly not a random stranger on the street, so the idea that he might see his hot neighbour do so barely even crossed his mind. But, the act of seeing her so desperate, so out of control and frenzied by her need to go, that in itself, disconnected from the impossibility of what its actual consequences might be, had Jake utterly enraptured.

"Oohhgodno... no, please, I... a-aahhh!"

Mrs Robinson staggered back to the door, keys in one hand with the other cupping her crotch, in fact rubbing feverishly as though seeking to physically push back some impending wave in a rather masturbatory motion. She moaned louder in her frantic desperation, not knowing that anyone was watching and frankly unable to care in that moment. She shrieked as one key failed to fit the door's upper lock, trying a second and giving an equally loud cry of what sounded like delight as it fitted, turned, and she pushed inward.

The door didn't move, and Jake's eyes widened as he saw the wolf tense up in horror. He glanced towards the front of his own family home, picturing their door and sure enough realising that like all the houses in this neighbourhood, Mrs Robinson's door was bound to be fitted with a larger lower lock with a proper keyhole, then one of those more modern deadbolt locks up above. Sure enough that appeared to be the case as she dragged the key free from its lock once more and searched on the ring of six or seven keys for the one much larger, longer key compared to the rest. The key never even made it into the lock though, for just a couple of moments later her already tense body grew utterly rigid, a visible spasm running through Mrs Robinson that made her stagger and dance an awkward little jig upon her bare footpaws, which sent the keyring falling from her hands as they flailed and flexed their fingers before pressing tightly against her crotch once more.

"Ooohhh gooooood..."

A long, drawn out whimper of pure shame burst forth from her muzzle, though even as it did so it grew less shameful and more helplessly, sincerely relieved. Jake could only stare in confusion, unable to believe that it was actually happening right up until the moment he saw the fabric of her jeans, so unmistakably bright and light blue in the gorgeous afternoon sunlight, getting darker. Not just a little darker or on a tiny little patch, but first a trickle of darkness running down the inside of one leg as she bent them at the knee and clutched all the more tightly at her crotch, then the other leg, and then... then the floodgates opened, and Jake stared irresistibly, wholly transfixed, as he watched the wolf whimper, squirm, gasp in sweet relief, and piss herself right there in the open, in full and unknowing view of him.

"Oh fuck. Ohh fuck."

Jake grunted as he felt something straining between his own legs. Not just his cock. He knew he was hard, but in that moment he really didn't care about that. He gasped aloud, probably just about as loud as Mrs Robinson's own whimpers in fact, as he felt two things surge through him seemingly without warning while he watched and processed the experience of that older woman pissing herself in front of him. He felt a pressure. A tightness in his stomach, south of his stomach in fact, and an aching fullness within his balls. And, at the same time and entirely unplanned and unprepared for, he felt pleasure. Not just the casual stimulation of his cock twitching and rubbing against the insides of his boxers and his shorts. Not just just the added horniness of seeing something that was seemingly a big, if hitherto utterly unknown turn on for the horse. It felt like more than that. Much, much more. In fact, it felt almost disturbingly familiar. Like a sensation that Jake had taken great delight in experiencing almost daily for years, but which he had never before felt come upon him so swiftly, so violently, and so utterly without his intending it.

"Oh. Ohh n-no... fuck!!"

That final, guttural grunt from the horse rang out across the street loudly enough to break through even Rebecca's haze of shame and relief as she felt her hot urine beginning not only to soak into her jeans and the fur of her legs, but to drip down through the sodden, saturated crotch of her clothes and onto her trembling hands where she was trying in vain to cup herself as though that would somehow conceal what was so obviously happening to her. The wolf turned on the spot, looked out towards the source of the noise in impending horror of who she was going to see having caught her in the midst of this utterly humiliating loss of control, but the pleading apology she was already beginning to formulate as the piss flooded out of her and with it some measure of common sense and rationality was restored found itself cut short when she saw her neighbour's college-bound son staring at her from his own driveway.

He was staring, wide eyed and open mouthed, and trembling in utter humiliation of his very own as his huge equine cock throbbed visibly, outlined against his once loose but now tented and strained basketball shorts. He saw her looking at him. He saw her flushed face turning from shock and shame into a complex new emotion which in that moment he was entirely incapable of reading. He saw her hands dripping wet as urine rained down onto them from her jeans as even now she continued to pour forth urine from a bladder that must have been impossibly full to sustain such volume, and before Rebecca's own stunned, overwhelmed gaze, he grunted and almost toppled to his knees as his clothed but still entirely visible cock gave a final almighty twitch, and a dark spot of a very different kind began to spread across the front of his formerly crisp white shorts.

Rebecca had never felt so overwhelmed in all her life with shame, with excitement, and with an almost insane, giddy amusement as she realised what was happening, and watched as she pissed herself, and it made her neighbour's son start to cum in his shorts, completely hands free. She watched the undeniable pleasure spread over his face even as he glanced between herself and his own crotch in continued anguish, disbelief and absolute ecstasy all rolled into one, and she watched as his cock just kept on throbbing, pulsing, letting loose not just a few little trickles of cum but rather enough to not only severely stain and darken the front of his shorts to the point where she could see them glistening and saturated as her own jeans, but also enough to send a few dribbling strings of his seed come tumbling out of one leg of his shorts to land on the warm, pale grey concrete of the driveway on which the young man was standing.

The horse stood there, quaking, open mouthed with his hands floating around his crotch while never once daring to actually touch it or making any real attempt to hide what was happening, until finally his cock stopped jumping and spurting quite so obviously. Even then though, as he blinked, as he stared at the older wolf for a few moments longer and promptly traded any lingering bliss or relief on his face for renewed humiliation, his cock still leapt and added a few last trickles of darkness to his white shorts. Then, a moment later, he was gone. Running to the front door of his house as fast as his awkwardly sticky and trembling legs could carry him, bolting through the door and presumably somewhere he could either clean up, or attempt to hide himself away in shame for the rest of his life. Frankly, there was a part of Rebecca which wanted to do the same. She was so ashamed, so unable to believe that she had not only wet herself, but that she had done so in front of a neighbour. In front of anyone for that matter. But, much as her own shame might have been as intense as Jake's had looked if she had faced this situation in front of anyone else, the way that the young stallion had reacted to her meant that instead she felt a different feeling welling up alongside that inescapable sense of powerlessness and embarrassment.

Thus it was more calmly that Rebecca, her crotch still dripping but her bladder finally empty of all which it had previously contained, padded back over to her car and shut off the engine, closed its door and only then made her way back to the front of her house. She unlocked the door while breathing deeply and surprisingly calmly, slipped inside, and closed it behind her. Her head swam with images of the young horse, his virile eighteen year old cock unable to contain itself. His libido so overactive with youthful hormones that no touching, no direct stimulation was required to set him off. Just the sight of something he liked. Something he liked enough to make him cum. And that sight... that source of his shamefully intense sexual response, had been her.

Still dressed in her soaking wet jeans, knowing that there was no-one else in the house to see or judge her with her husband god knows where for work right then and not due back for... a week, a month, she really didn't know or care that much, Rebecca padded up the stairs and into the master bathroom. Only then, on tile rather than carpet or wood, did she attempt to peel off her stained and soaked through lower garments, knowing that the more pressure and motion she applied the more of her urine was going to drip off and make a mess of the floor below. Once her lower body was bare she emptied her pockets and promptly cast her stained clothes into the bathtub, securing the plug and beginning to run water just to rinse them out a little before she put them into a wash with anything else. She pulled off the rest of her clothes as the water ran and filled the bottom of the tub, and once she was naked, shirt and bra cast directly into the laundry basket, Rebecca briefly left the bathroom.

Her cheeks flushed a little as she padded into her bedroom and over to the little cupboard which sat beside her bed. The little cupboard which doubled as a nightstand, but whose primary purpose was a storage container for one thing and one thing alone. She knelt down with knees parted, blushing as she realised how cool her pussy felt with urine still clinging to her fur as it began to lose its internally warmed heat, and pulled the cupboard open to reveal her collection of toys. From within she pulled a simple rubber cock. No electrical parts, no gadgets, just a plain old fashioned and suitably large dildo, which was precisely what she needed in her current state. Her body throbbed, ached at the very sight of the toy, and again she thought of the young stud across the street, and what the sight of her had done to him. Now though, there was another layer of complexity to it. What the sight of him reaction to her had done to Rebecca herself. How she was reacting right now, not angry at herself or crying over the shameful idea of having been seen in such a state, quite honestly only capable in that moment of expressing one particular response to what she had been through.

She was horny as hell, and all that she sincerely cared about in that moment was taking that rubber cock which was the closest thing she had to anything remotely Jake's size and shape, carrying it with her to the shower, and fucking herself senseless with it while imagining the young stallion from across the road not only cumming in his shorts at the sight of her pissing herself, but cumming at the sight of her masturbating for him. At the sight of her showing off her voluptuous and experienced older body for him. And of course, cumming not just in his shorts at her behest, but in her pussy, her muzzle, her ass... and quite frankly, anywhere and everywhere that he wanted to.

Racing back into the bathroom, shutting off the bathtub tap and leaving her jeans and underwear to continue soaking in the water already present around them, Rebecca hurriedly stepped over to the shower and reached inside with one arm to turn it on. She gasped as cold water sprayed her hand and forearm, but withdrew it and waited until less than thirty seconds later she saw steam rising and condensation beginning to form on the shower's glass framework. Stepping inside and under the water, the wolf rolled the door of the cubicle shut and almost immediately dropped her free hand to her pussy. She told herself she was going to clean up first, that she was going to make sure her fur was clean and that there would be no lingering scent of her urine before she did anything else. But once her fingers grazed her clitoris as she thrust her hips forward and began to wash free the lingering droplets and soaked in urine matting her fur, that idea entirely vacated her head.

"God, Jake... what have you done to me..."

She grunted softly as she ran her hand between her outer lips and felt how wet she was, a wetness that had little to do with her earlier accident or the shower water flooding down around her right then and there. Her cheeks flushed, and her eyes closed as she considered how long it had been since her last fuck. Since her last lover that hadn't been either synthetic or the fingers of her own body. Her husband didn't even bother to try and feign attention when he returned home now, and whether that was because he was getting his rocks off elsewhere or because he knew that Rebecca had no desire for him to try and go through the motions any more than she wanted to herself, it really didn't matter to her. She'd had lovers, sure. People who didn't know or care that she was married, and people who were glad to share a wonderful night... and they really had been wonderful nights, with not just a beauty like her, but a beauty so eagerly receptive to and welcoming of all the fun and pleasure they could offer her. But, that had been a while ago now. Months, but reaching the point where if she didn't do anything to change it, that number would soon start to be counted in years.

Rebecca had fantasised about other men of course, imagined herself going out and finding someone new, someone eager and hungry for a body like hers. But quite honestly, those fantasies had been enough. She had friends, she had a life of her own to entertain her in a more social context, and honestly there was a certain freedom to just forgetting about sex and handling it herself, without ever having to worry about either building and maintaining a new relationship or finding a hook-up with someone who was the perfect trio of not a creep, attracted to her, and talented enough in bed to make her glad that she hadn't just spent the same amount of time pounding herself to orgasm after orgasm with a series of toys.

At least, that had been true up to about ten minutes ago. Now, all Rebecca wanted was a cock. A real cock between her legs, which she could lie back and have fuck her, or sit astride and bounce to her heart's content until it began to unload thick ropes of equine cum inside of her. After all, it wasn't just any cock that she suddenly craved. It was his cock. Jake's cock. The one she had already seen erect, albeit through a pair of basketball shorts, and the one she had already seen cum because of her... just a little faster, and a lot further away than she would now have wished him to be.

"Aah... yes..."

Leaning back against the wall of the shower's rear and planting her feet against the rim of the opposite side, hot water flowing down over her torso as she spread her legs and brought the dildo to bear between them, Rebecca kept her eyes closed as time and time again she re-imagined what she had seen of Jake's handsome body. Each time though, she changed a little detail. At first it was exactly as reality had portrayed it, only before Jake fled in embarrassment their eyes met for a moment, and she swore she saw the vaguest flicker of a bashful smile upon his muzzle. Then he was more bold, not running back into his house in terror, but practically swaggering his way back, squeezing his cock temptingly while their eyes lingered until he slipped inside and left her panting and dripping in her driveway. Soon he had no shorts on, and she was imagining a thick, dappled equine cock being pumped openly, unabashedly as she stumbled out of her car already pissing, like he'd known what was coming somehow, and had started jerking himself off in preparation for it.

Rebecca cried out as the dildo pressed into her and she began to work it rapidly right from the start. She wailed as in her fantasy, she'd barely gotten out of the car when the horse grabbed her from behind and pinned her to the side of her vehicle. She squirmed and begged, telling him what was about to happen, but he just whinnied happily, nodded in delight at her, and told her that he knew as he pressed a hand down between her legs, and felt the warm wetness of her urine begin to flow. Another repetition, and she was pantsless as he grabbed her and fondled her crotch while the piss flowed freely. Another replay of the fantasy after that, and it was his cock that she found herself pissing on, wailing in ecstasy as he grunted and climaxed not from the sight of her urination, but from the feel of it drumming upon the thick shaft of his erection.

"Jake. Ohhh god. Oh, yes! Yes, Jake!"

Finally though, she dropped the act. She had made enough leaps from the original fantasy that the primary conceit, her wetting herself and him seeing it, was no longer required for it to remain every bit as potent and vivid within her mind. She screamed over the rushing of the shower's water as she fucked herself with the dildo, and quite simply imagined Jake doing the very same to her. She knew his cock was bigger, thicker than this dildo. Bigger perhaps than any cock or toy she'd taken in her entire life, before or since her marriage and its extra-marital flings. Her toes curled and her tail thrashed behind her as she let her mind be flooded by images of what it would look like, by phantom sensations of what it would feel like to have Jake holding her. Driving his hips savagely against her own. Grunting, huffing, begging her to cum with him as his lips nipped at her ears, then fell to kiss her deeply on the lips.

"Harder. Harder!"

Aloud she begged her fantasy lover and herself in equal measure, her tongue flicking forth and thrusting itself at the image in her mind as though for a second she really expected to feel his own tongue reciprocating. Even the sound of the shower's flow itself couldn't match up to the lewd slurping of the dildo working in and out of her though, her pussy so wet that it crossed Rebecca's mind she might as well have been pissing all over again, a thought which promptly injected itself directly into her fantasy as with Jake buried inside her she began to urinate against his crotch while they fucked. Not squirting, not ejaculating, just plain pissing herself as the stallion grunted, shuddered, and immediately began to flood her pussy with more and hotter cum than a dozen of her husband's pathetic squirts when he had even bothered to try and keep their sex life alive.

"Right there!!"

Rebecca's eyes bulged as she fucked herself in a frenzy, not sure if she really was hitting some sweet spot or if she was just that fucking horny that it didn't matter, but suddenly feeling a rush of devastatingly potent ecstasy that dragged her already intensely needy body to the very brink of orgasm in a matter of seconds.

"Ohfuck! O-oohhhhhhhhfuckyessssssss, I... cumming. God. Oh god, I'm... J-Jake. Jake!! Yes!"

Rebecca held the dildo to its very hilt within herself, and tried with what little sanity she could cling to through the throes of her orgasm to convince her body and mind alike that it really was cumming in her, that hot streaks of seed were flooding out of it as it throbbed around her clutching depths, while its owner moaned and held her in his strong, young arms. She shook like a leaf as the force of the orgasm crashed through her in waves, sometimes gasping, sometimes screaming, other times within the duration of its intense pleasure just staring off blankly, giddily into space. For all the fantasies, the thoughts and the nothingness that swept through her mind as she came though, one simple fact remained constant throughout, and even as she began to come down from that incredible high, it was that singular point which Rebecca clung to while she panted, whimpered, and considered how long it would be for her body to be ready to go through all of that a second time in succession.

She considered what she had seen, what she had actually seen as opposed to the fantasies it had spawned, and shuddered as she wondered what a young man like him might do if offered the opportunity to be exposed to that same stimulus, to the same body, and indeed the same actions that had driven him so impossibly out of control still well under an hour ago. Would he be too embarrassed to admit it had ever happened, or too ashamed to admit he might want to see it again even if he did? Would he be angry at her for even mentioning it, or turn his embarrassment to disgust, and threaten to spread rumours about her pissing herself as some twisted fetish to try and get younger men to like her? All those outcomes were possible, sure, albeit to varying large and small degrees of likelihood. But, whether by wishful thinking or some strange sort of instinct, Rebecca didn't think that any of those less enjoyable outcomes would come to pass.

She had seen the look in Jake's eyes, the absolute shock and total loss of control written all over his face as he began to cum. He hadn't known he was into piss before seeing what she was doing, and he definitely hadn't known it was possible to be that into anything, considering how overwhelmed and stunned he'd been by the mere fact of what his body had started to do without his intending it. But now he did know, and Rebecca was willing to bet that he would do almost anything in order to have the chance to be exposed to that same source of stimulation again, only even more up close and personal. And in return for that chance, all Rebecca wanted was what she needed in return.

That cock.

That virile and obviously horny young man, inside her.

Making her scream. Making her squirt. Making her glad that she'd pissed herself, and infinitely, eternally glad that she'd pissed herself with her neighbours' son watching her.

Rebecca shuddered once again as her eyes sprang back open, and she moaned softly as her body answered one of her earlier questions... and began to move the dildo inside herself all over again.

***********

Just after 11pm on that same day, the day when Jake had for a brief while been convinced that a police car was going to pull up to his house and arrest him for public masturbation or something so close as to warrant the same criminal proceedings, the horse lay in his bed. He had hit the hay rather early that evening, unable to focus on even the most bland and simplistic of video games, but now even sleep evaded him as he found himself thinking about what had happened. In the darkness of his bedroom, he could feel the heat of his face, and evening lying on his side to avoid making a tent in the sheets, he was painfully aware of the fact that he was so rock hard he'd had to take off his boxer shorts to avoid stretching them to a degree where his parents might notice when laundry day came around.

It had been so humiliating, what had happened to him. He still didn't really understand the why or even the how, having never experienced anything close to a hands free orgasm before, and it didn't matter how many times he replayed the event in his head. How many times he pictured himself seeing her, Mrs Robinson, doing what she'd done, and then... then it happening, then himself running back into the house, yelling something to his parents about just being back to use the bathroom and grab a book to go and read in the park while he feverishly changed out of his cum-soaked underwear and shorts and slipped on a fresh set of clothes before going into the bathroom and washing off the stickiness all over his crotch and thighs.

True to his word, he had gone to the park, but he hadn't gotten any reading done. Instead to his horror as the scene played itself out again and again in his anxiety filled mind, he'd found himself slipping into the public restrooms there, into a stall, and jerking off barely an hour after the initial incident just to keep himself from ending up rock hard at the park bench on which he'd been seated. Dinner had been awkward and all but silent on his part, though thankfully his parents had been chatting to one another so hadn't really noticed, but since then, since slipping into his room after he was done eating, he hadn't been able to think about anything else, and for almost that entire time his cock had been rock hard despite him refusing to indulge himself in a physical recreation of what had happened yet again.

"Dammit..."

Now though, he was beginning to either change his tune, or simply to grow so desperate and horny that he was feeling increasingly willing to simply ignore his own discomfort. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her humiliated and yet relief-stricken face, so beautiful, so sexy as she stood there flooding her jeans with her own piss. And every time he saw that, every time he thought about what he'd seen, his cock strained and rubbed against the bedding beneath which it was hidden, not quite cumming on its own but definitely dribbling pre onto the sheets.

"Look, what if I just... if I think about her?"

Jake didn't know who he was talking to, or what he was trying to bargain with. With his own head, with his cock, with whatever fetishised attraction had awoken in the deepest recesses of his heart that afternoon. It didn't really matter though. What mattered was the fact that mere seconds after he'd uttered those words, he felt a hand, his own hand, upon his cock, and whinnied audibly with relief before remembering that closed door or not his parents were still watching TV just downstairs.

"Maybe that's it. Maybe that's... aa-aahh, all this is. I just have the hots for Mrs Robinson. God knows I've jerked off to her before, but... I've never seen her so, y'know, intimately or anything, in person. That's got to be it. It... hhhahh, has to be..."

He murmured under his breath as he began to jerk off, and to try and picture Mrs Robinson naked. Her wide hips, plump ass, heavy breasts with what he imagined would be large, thick nipples upon their peaks. He imagined her lying out in her back yard on a summers day, dressed in a skimpy bikini before unfastening her top, then rolling onto her back and casting it aside entirely. He imagined her blushing as she reached down and slipped off her bikini's lower garments too, revealing flushed outer lips and a big, juicy clit. She'd spread her legs, spread her lips with trembling fingers, and even as she began to rub her clit, let loose a hot stream of piss which would arc out across the lush grass and...

His eyes sprang open, and he grunted in frustration as he realised how incredible it felt, how incredible it had started to feel when his mind drifted in that utterly forbidden direction. Pulling his hand off his cock, he felt it lurch, and had to bury his face in his pillow to keep from moaning loudly in the most intense and desperately agonised state of denial he could ever recall experiencing. Never before had Jake truly known what was meant by blue balls, but now he learned, and the desperate discomfort of the sensation was enough to get his hand back on his cock and moving again despite the images that followed.

"Oh, fuck..."

Pulling off the comforter as he rolled onto his back, not wanting to stain the sheets beneath which he would soon hopefully be sleeping, Jake's hand flew up and down his sizeable cock. His eyes closed again, and almost immediately Mrs Robinson sprang back into view. This time though, she wasn't in her back garden. She was round at the front of her house, scrambling out of her car desperately just as she had earlier that same day. Only this time, she was naked right from the start. Naked as she raced to the front door only to realise she had no clothes and thus no keys. Naked as she hammered on the door, and naked as she realised that across the street a certain horse was standing and staring at her, his cock rock hard in his basketball shorts.

Rather than simply wetting herself right there though, this version of the wolf began to run towards him. Begging, whimpering. Pleading with him to let her into his house so she could use the bathroom. Jake blushed and nodded, wanting to agree, wanting to do the right thing. But before they could get to his front door, he heard Mrs Robinson shriek in desperation. He turned just in time to catch her in his arms as she tumbled forward, losing her balance along with her self control. Rather than pulling away in embarrassment though, the wolf clung to him tightly. She wrapped her legs around one of his, buried her face in his chest, and whimpered as her hands began to root around down the front of his shorts while he felt a hot flood of wetness soaking his leg.

The bed creaked as Jake huffed and snorted in uncontrollable pleasure, and though that fantasy was over he showed no shame whatsoever in diving headlong into another, cock pulsing and spurting thick strings of pre-cum all over his hand and his crotch in the process. He sank back into the depths of his fantasies, letting them go wherever they wanted, and whinnied happily once more as before he knew it, she was lying in this very same bed with him. Beneath him, shrieking, wailing, howling at the top of her lungs as she fucked him. She was cumming. Already she was cumming over and over and over again, but still Jake wasn't quite there. Still Jake needed more, and as he pounded her harder and deeper, she began to beg him. To scream and claw at his back, loving every second of it but warning him that if he kept going, it was going to be too much. If he kept going, she wasn't going to be able to stop herself from doing something so dirty, so lewd, and so fucking hot.

Of course, this only made him fuck her harder in the fantasy, and soon he felt... or rather, he imagined that he felt the wolf clamping down around him, and screaming so intensely that for a moment he thought he'd started to hurt her, right up to the instant where she started to squirt. To thrash, cum, and ejaculate hard against the base of his cock. She screamed and squirted harder and harder as Jake just kept on fucking her, and then... then her eyes bulged, she let slip a shameful, embarrassed and utterly helpless whimper, and suddenly the pressure of her liquids spraying out against his crotch grew more powerful than ever.

He looked down into her face as she shuddered in helpless pleasure and relief, and in that moment, Jake knew both inside and outside of his fantasy, she wasn't squirting any more. She was pissing herself while he fucked her, her body so overwhelmed by his cock that it simply couldn't hold on any longer. She was pissing against his cock. Over his cock and down his heavy, aching balls. She was flooding the bed, flooding his body with her hot urine, and she didn't care because it felt so fucking good to finally let go. But more importantly, she didn't care because she knew he wouldn't judge her for it. He wouldn't hate her for it. In fact, just seeing the joy on her face, feeling the pressure of that hot piss against his crotch, it was the greatest feeling that Jake could ever imagine.

"Oohhhhhhhshit! Fuck yes. Yes!! Aahhhhgodfuck, I... yes!"

The stallion barely had time to slap a hand across his muzzle to muffle his grunting cries, and then everything went white. The room, the house, the neighbourhood, the entire universe turned into a single burning point of pure ecstasy as he came, and despite it being his third climax of the day, in the dimness of his bedroom Jake's eyes bulged as he swore that his first few shots of cum almost hit the ceiling before beginning to rain down upon his chest, his face and the bed all around him. He pumped his cock feverishly as the bed groaned beneath the force of his bucking hips, and all the while, eyes open or closed, he saw that same look of relief and embarrassment upon Mrs Robinson's face as it floated in the forefront of his mind.

By the time his orgasm was over of course, embarrassment of Jake's own was ready to make a swift return as he realised how caught up he had gotten in something which barely fifteen minutes ago he had sworn he wouldn't allow himself to think about. He groaned and dragged his pillow over his face, shaking his head and considering that at the very least, if there was any upside about today, it was that the police hadn't turned up in the end. Hopefully Mrs Robinson was just as humiliated about her role in this whole situation as he was about his, and hopefully that meant neither of them would ever have to talk about it, not to one another and sure as hell not to anyone else.

At the same time though, as his cock twitched and a few residual dribbles of cum ran down the thick length of his ever so slowly softening member, Jake couldn't help but think that embarrassing as it was, he didn't know if his body would let him turn down more orgasms like that, if thinking about her was all it took to provoke them. And as he considered that, he found himself wondering if she would be ashamed, or angry to know that he was jerking off thinking about her pissing herself. His face flushed anew, and he groaned as idly, without any real basis, he wondered if maybe across the street she was lying in her own bed at that moment, masturbating her own pussy thinking about what she had seen. About his reaction, and his cock throbbing, spurting uncontrollably in front of her.

Jake snorted, and rolled over, pulling the covers back over his cum-splattered body, suddenly too tired and wearily satisfied to bother cleaning it all off right now.

He shook his head, and murmured softly as he closed his eyes.

"Mrs Robinson thinking about me? Yeah, right..."

By Jeeves

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