Becky's Weekend Away

By Karyn Beauvoir

An adult book, not suitable for under-18s.

Becky can't help it: when she comes she sprays. The thought of having wet and messy sex turns her on too, but her boyfriend Tom thinks it's wrong. Anyway when she's with him she doesn't spray because he doesn't make her come enough.

Then when Tom, drunk, falls asleep 'on the job,' she finds a text on his phone from a girl, and discovers that he's been having an affair for a year. She decides it's better to get even than to get mad, and arranges to go away by herself for a weekend.

She soon finds that there are other people who can make her come, and are turned on by the same things that she is. This story features urination and piss-drinking, girl-on-girl action, men-on-girl action, and much more. An excerpt:

'.... there were four urinals, one of which was being used, and there was one other man in there drying his hands. Amber turned to Becky and whispered, "I've no idea how we're supposed to do this!"
Similarly quietly Becky replied, "Me neither, but let's get rid of the knickers first."
Both girls were wearing skirts that finished just above their knees; lifting them slightly they both pulled their thongs down and stepped out of them. Becky looked at her new friend; the two men were staring at them, eyes wide, mouths hanging slightly open, as Becky stepped up to one of the urinals. She lifted her skirt above her waist and held it there with her arms, and, straddling the white porcelain, she used her fingers to open herself. Her smoothly waxed pubis was clearly visible to the small audience, and she could see that Amber was looking at her as closely as the men were.
But not for long. Amber soon followed Becky's example and straddled the next urinal. Soon both the girls were spraying a torrent of golden rain into the bowls, watched avidly by the two men. Eventually they finished; Becky looked at Amber and said, "I need some tissue or something. I can't just shake it the way men do."
Amber said, "There might be other ways of drying ourselves. Or being dried."
They turned towards the men, still holding their skirts high, and the men knew just what was expected of them. They knelt down in front of the two girls ....'

• Language: English
• Publisher: Karyn Beauvoir
• Release date: Apr 8, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301292615

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Pissing Tales

Becky's Weekend Away

By

Karyn Beauvoir

Published by Karyn Beauvoir

Smashwords edition

Copyright © 2013 Karyn Beauvoir

Revised Edition © 2021 Karyn Beauvoir

Formatting and Cover Creation by bas fountain

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Cover photograph from Dreamstime.com

All characters are over the age of 18

This is a work of fiction; all characters are fictitious

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Epilogue

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Chapter 1

THURSDAY night. Tom's pub night. Becky went to bed early, hoping he wouldn't wake her when he came in. She read for a while, a book that she might not admit to her friends that she was reading, but an e-reader doesn't have a lurid cover, so that she could read what she liked, wherever she liked and no-one would be any the wiser.

As she read, her spare hand was under the covers and her fingers had found her pussy. She stroked herself slowly, languidly, knowing her release would come but not in a hurry to get there. The girl in the book was in the back of a van. It was not her boyfriend's van, and he would have been most annoyed if he knew where she was. The man on top of her was a big man, in every way, and the girl was close to her orgasm. As she came her climax gushed out of her, soaking the man's balls and bringing on his own crisis.

As Becky read that she dropped the reader and moved the other hand down between her legs, and a finger settled on her clitoris. She stroked it, gently at first and then harder, while two more fingers plunged in and out of her cunt. She needed this