As I lay there in his embrace, my sole focus was on the gleaming ring, the Prince Albert, and the eye that it was piercing, stared back at me. His cock pulsed repeatedly. Each time causing the ring to move, almost mesmerizingly like a hypnotist’s watch.

It drew me in. I had to touch this shiny ring of pleasure. So, I reached out to it, I asked if I could feel it.

He said, "Yes."

I tentatively drew my finger across its smooth mirrored surface, afraid that I might cause him some discomfort. He laughed and called me a pussy. He told me to hold it like a man. He informed me that there was no discomfort for him.

I grasped his magnificent cock; his girth was bigger than I had thought. I had to really squeeze to allow my finger to touch my thumb.

A single tear oozed from its eye, maybe pain, maybe pleasure. I wiped it off with my finger, it was so slippery.

"Lick your finger," he said quietly, but forcefully.

I was at a life changing crossroad, only I didn’t know it at the time. Did I really want to do it?          

He again told me to lick my finger, but this time he added the one word, the only word, that I couldn’t ignore.

"Please."

I put that finger in my mouth without hesitation, I owed him the tenderness that he’d shown me. As I sucked my slippery digit clean, I was reminded of my first taste of bourbon. I didn’t like, not at all, but I knew that I had to have more.

I reached out and wiped the little precum that was still on that beautiful crown.

As I licked it off my finger, he said, "It’s much better from the source."

I leaned towards his hard as iron shaft and gently ran my tongue over its head. I couldn’t believe how smooth and soft the head was. His hand lightly settled on the back of my head and gently pushed me towards his rampant cock.

Without thinking I opened my mouth and let him ever so slowly enter my mouth. This was the first cock ever in my mouth, the sensation was sublime even though I could only take in 2 inches. Latent unrecognised desires took over. I slurped, sucked and slobbered over my new pacifier till my jaw ached.

He had started to tug on that perfect penis and was getting progressively faster and more frantic. He pulled away from my mouth and shot rope after rope of hot cum over my face and chest. I was delirious with joy. I had made, or rather helped make him cum.

Eric pushed me onto my back and slowly and deliberately lapped up every bit of his spend from my chest and face. I closed my eyes and was asleep before he had finished with my nipples.

I woke in the morning, his arms around me and his semi hard cock nestled between the cheeks of my bare bottom. I knew that I had fallen asleep with my panties on, he must have pulled them down during the night as I discovered them dangling from my left foot. As much as I needed to empty my bladder, I wiggled my bottom back to keep his cock trapped between my cheeks for a bit longer.

Now I technically wasn’t an anal virgin. I had, and used, several life-like dildos up to 6 inches long, but the feeling of a warm cock resting against my hole was an entirely new sensation, of the best kind.

Finally, my bladder got the best of me, and I reluctantly got out of bed and made my way to the ensuite. I sat on the toilet (as was now my custom) to pee. While I was still tinkling, Eric came in with his semi hard piss horn. I told him it was ok to piss in the shower. He just smiled and told me to open my legs.

He took hold of his cock with both hands and after a couple of false starts, jetted a powerful stream between my legs into the bowl. As his flow slowed, a little, he adjusted his aim, and my cock and balls were showered with his warm golden water. Instead of disgust and dismay, I felt a glow come over me and my cocklette began to show signs of life.

My name is Mark, but Eric always referred to me as Marky. As he finally stopped pissing, after covering my chest and belly, he held out his hand and said.

"It’s time for a shower now," He paused, "Mikayla."

He had christened and renamed me in those few moments. From then on, my name was Mikayla.

The ensuite shower was the full width of the room, easily big enough for 3 or 4 bodies. It had two, large rainmaking shower heads, one at each end of the enclosure.

He stood me against the tiled wall, and I let the warm downpour engulf me. He took the Coconut Bodywash and poured it over a soft flannel, and proceeded to gently wash my entire body, so tender was his touch, it felt like a feather stroking my body. I reached out to caress that magnificent rod of flesh, but he gently pushed my hands away, telling me that this was just for me.

Eric filled the palm of his large hand again with the bodywash and caressed my cock and balls. He told me that I had a cute clitty as he gently drew his hands from the back, over my balls and lightly stroked my erect clit.

He turned me around and ran his slick fingers up and down the crevice of my backside. His fingertips grazed and paused repeatedly upon my rosebud. I twitched and moaned at each touch. Such were the sensations.

He let his body fall lightly against my back and, bending his knees, drew that magnificent weapon of his up and down my crack, gently nudging but not probing me. He continued to slide up and down my crevice.

He lowered his head to my shoulder and tenderly kissed my shoulders and neck, asking with a tremor in his voice, if I wanted my boi pussy washed. As he uttered these words and continued with his tender kisses, I knew without doubt, that I would surrender to him and let him do anything.

His arms slid under mine and as he pulled me back into his body, his fingertips grazed, then pinched and finally tugged on my nipples. He turned off the water and sank to his knees behind me. His soapy, sudsy and slippery fingers ran over and probed my entrance. I exhaled and pushed, opening myself and inviting him in. He eased in his long finger and expertly found, that spot, rubbing it and gently pushing against it. I had felt nothing like it before.

My breaths shortened and I gasped and moaned, wanting this to last forever. Just as I thought I couldn’t take the surging sensations any longer, he removed his finger, I felt deflated, empty. He  started again, this time the invader felt larger, two fingers! Again, he brought me to the precipice only to withdraw again. Without a pause, in the space of a heartbeat the intrusion started again. three fingers. Flexing, opening stretching me. My knees were shaking. I couldn’t steady myself.

I felt as though I was suspended over a cliff, prevented from falling by the slightest strand of silk. He picked me up and carried me back to the bed. He laid on his back and dragged me over his body till I was straddling him. He lifted me by the waist and lowered me till my boi pussy was just hovering over his turgid man meat.

I must have had a look that resembled fear or reluctance as he held me. Then he told me that it was up to me. To go forward and lose my virginity to him or to just rest on his body. He said to take my time, to have the control.

I sank my boi pussy onto to his rampant tool. Easing myself on and off so many times. Each time pushing down a little further. After what felt like an eternity, I pushed out with my pussy and his jewelled head eased through my ring, into me.

I was stretched like never before. I lay against his chest panting. We stayed like that for minutes, or was it hours? The discomfort gave way to feeling of fullness and I slowly manoeuvred my way down. Eventually, I eased my cheeks against his smooth, hairless groin, and started to raise and lower myself on him.

It was only now that he started to move his hips ever so slightly up and down. I could feel him in my belly.

I was full, my stomach moved within me at each thrust.

He pulled himself nearly out of and eased himself back in. I felt a solid bump against that spot.

He knew where he was. What a cocksman!

 Again and again, he withdrew and entered, bumping that magic spot each time. I felt an uncontrollable urge to piss. The sensation grew and grew till it was almost unbearable.

Then I came. Over his chest and belly with a surge of cum I had never experienced from my clitty erupted. Cumming over him. Cumming over myself.

Moments later he exploded in my boi pussy. Pumping another load into me. He held himself in me, like a stopper in a dam’s wall. As he softened and slowly fell out of my pussy, pumped in air pressure forced his cum to shoot from me. I had no strength, no desire to try and keep it in.

I was overwhelmed, elated on the most orgasmic high I had ever experienced.

I collapsed onto his chest. Groaning, panting, heaving with the sound of blood pounding in my ears.