The FBO
By Xanthippe
Marilyn had heard other girls talking about FBOs in the locker rooms at the gym. She was still not sure that the euphoria, as they described it, was possible. She had tried it in her bed when she played with herself at night and was still not convinced. She wanted to try it in a real situation…a situation with a man.
She wrote out a personal ad for the local underground weekly newspaper, tore it up and wrote another…and another. She was satisfied with the forth draft. It read:
White female, 28yrs, 5’7”, blonde, blue, stunning figure in search of a white male who can instruct her in the art of the FBO. Must be caring, patient, well endowed and long lasting. Reply by mail to Marilyn in care of PO Box listed below. Include phone number.
She listed her PO Box at the bottom of the ad and mailed it to the paper. The paper came out on Wednesday. She looked for the ad and as she read it, her hands began to tremble. It was done. She had taken the first step.
On Monday of the next week, the letters began to arrive. She read every one. She discarded the ones who did not know what a FBO was, the ones who were vague about it and the ones who were too young. She kept the rest. By Friday morning, she had kept nine letters. On Saturday morning, she began to call the responders. After an hour she had eliminated seven.
A woman who told her that she had responded to the ad to tell Marilyn about her boyfriend answered the eighth call. “He is a master.” She said. “He taught me to achieve levels that I never knew existed. His birthday is coming up and I think that we can give you what you want and surprise him at the same time.” This woman who identified herself as Nancy seemed to know all about FBOs. They talked for about 40 minutes, just getting to know each other. The next day was Sunday. They decided that Marilyn would come to Nancy’s home next Saturday about 10:AM.
When she hung up the phone, her hands were shaking. She had done it. She had agreed to it.
All through the week Marilyn had trouble concentrating on her job. He mind wandered to the FBO…to Nancy and her boyfriend. Marilyn even drove by their house once. She wanted to see how long it would take to get there. She did not want to get lost on Saturday.
Marilyn was as prepared as she would ever be when she arrived at Nancy’s home. Marilyn rang the bell several times before Nancy opened the door. Nancy greeted her and welcomed her to their home. Jim, her boyfriend, was on the patio watching a soccer game. "I was so nervous, I almost left." said Marilyn. She could see the subtitles on the bottom of the screen. She asked Nancy “Is that him? Is that the FBO master?"
"Yes, it is.' replied Nancy. "Sorry I took so long to answer the door but I was in the basement and he didn't hear you ring the bell. Jim can't hear; he’s deaf. He lost his hearing in the army when a mortar shell exploded too close to him. He lost his testicles too, but he’s adjusted to the situation. He can’t perform in bed, except with his mouth and tongue. But as I’m sure you will find out, he is a very talented boy. His tongue is huge…I mean really huge. I measured it one day. It sticks out of his mouth six and a half inches past his teeth. I don’t know how he can talk normally, but he does. His deafness bothers him the most. He can’t hear at all.”
Marilyn was wearing a tight black skirt, a white blouse and heels. She was not wearing anything else. Her purse was in the trunk of her car and the keys were in her hand. She left the keys on the table in the foyer and took a seat in the living room on the sofa. Nancy opened a bottle of red wine and poured two glasses. Nancy, dressed in a halter-top and shorts, sat in the wing back chair and the two women made small talk. Nancy was trying to get Marilyn to relax. After the second glass, Marilyn began to feel at ease. After the third, she was mellow. During their conversation, Nancy told Marilyn that she had not told Jim about her plans but that everything would be ‘just fine’.
Nancy went onto the patio and came back with Jim. She faced Jim and spoke clearly. She introduced Marilyn. Jim bowed, smiled and kissed her hand. . Turing back to Marilyn, she explained that “Jim can read lips…both kinds. Marilyn laughed, Nancy smiled, and Jim grinned.
Nancy told Jim that Marilyn was there as a birthday gift for him and to experience the FBO. She asked if he would help. Jim’s grin widened. He thanked Nancy for the gift and told Marilyn he would be more than delighted to assist her in her quest for the Holy Grail of orgasms.
Nancy motioned for Marilyn to sit on the couch. Nancy went back to her chair. As she sat, she motioned to Jim, pointed at the floor in front of her and said “Three”.
He removed his shirt. He laid on the floor face-up with his head between Nancy’s feet and his hands at his side. He was tall and lean with an athletic build. Nancy motioned to Jim to close his eyes. He did and Nancy told Marilyn that they were now alone and could talk freely.
Marilyn asked about the “Three”. Nancy explained that she had given numbers to the positions she wanted him to assume. “Three” meant on his back.
Nancy asked Marilyn if she was nervous. Marilyn nodded and her hand trembled as she reached for her wineglass. Nancy assured her that from Jim’s reaction, she was sure that he was more than willing to assist. Nancy told Marilyn that Jim loved to pleasure her and she loved the way it made them both feel.
Nancy looked at Marilyn, smiled and said: “As I told you on the phone, the trick of a full bladder orgasm is to maintain a very high level of pressure. The more pressure the more pleasure. The longer the pressure could be endured during sex, the more powerful the orgasmic train would be. Normal intercourse doesn’t work. The thrusting of a prick or a dildo into my pussy makes it difficult to maintain the pressure, even when I’m on top. It gets messy and is not as satisfying. But oral stimulation is perfect. I control the rhythm of Jim’s tongue and the exact location on my pussy that I want it to be. Most of my orgasms are vaginal. He only sucks on my clit when I tell him. That way I don’t get overly sensitive and I can cum over and over. He licks me deeply with his long tongue for as long as I want him to, at whatever speed I want and he never tires. We’ve had some marathon sessions and I’ve never been able to wear him out. His enthusiasm for pussy never fades. That’s another reason I invited you over. I wonder if he can handle us both.”
“How long does it take? Asked Marilyn. “I mean, how long until I get to pee? I’m getting pretty anxious now; I don’t know if I can hold out”
“It’ll be OK once he starts licking you. The bladder pressure may increase, but the urgency to pee is lessened as you become more stimulated. Your body wants to come more than it wants to piss. It’s easy. But you may want to let a little out between orgasms. It’s not supposed to be painful or anything.”
“How do I do that? Do I use a cup or a bowl or what? If it’s going to be as good as you say, it’ll be hard for me to move after I come”
“You just let it squirt right into his hot mouth” Nancy said.
“Oh my God, does he swallow it?” Marilyn asked.
“Of course he does. He loves it…all of it. It’s like a reward for him doing a good job. I give him sips of my wine as often as possible between comes. But I keep enough in me to keep the pressure. He doesn’t get to drain me completely until the last cum, and then I let him drink me dry. He really wants it and I’m sure that he’s thinking about draining you right now. Do you see that big smile on his face?”
Marilyn looked down at Jim, lying between Nancy’s feet and asked if Jim ever complained about the taste. “Is it ever to strong for him?”
“No.” Nancy replied, “Jim loves it. Before I began to drink wine with you, I had been drinking blue Gatorade all morning. Its Jim’s favorite and it’s just about ready for him.” Said Nancy as she rubbed her distended belly.
“He can swallow my pee as fast as I can push it out. I’m a fast pisser, faster than most. I know because I hear other women peeing in the next stall. I can tell by the sound.”
Nancy rose and left the room. Marilyn watched Jim’s eyes, but they did not open. Nancy returned with an empty Gatorade bottle. Jim’s eyes never opened, never twitched. He just lay there with a grin on his face.
Nancy bent down and touched Jim on the face. He opened his eyes. She showed him the empty quart bottle and said ‘This is the second one.’ His face beamed. “He likes it best right from the tap. I’m full and now he knows it.” Nancy stood up and walked around to Jim’s feet so he could see her face more clearly and said, “She wants to know if you like to drink from my body?”
Jim sat up and said to Marilyn “I sure do, I love it…a lot. Pussy is the best taste in the world to me. And hot female pee is a close second. All women taste differently, partly it’s their body make up and partly what they consume. Blue Gatorade makes Nancy's pee sweet and red wine makes her slightly tart. I was wondering how you taste? I’d like to find out. Can we start now and talk later?”
Nancy had Jim lay back down as she removed her shorts and panties. She was shaved smooth…except for a hairy patch just above her pussy and her lips glistened with dew. She took two throw pillows from the couch and put them on either side of Jim’s head. She knelt down on the pillows and settled onto his face, her pussy at his mouth. Jim put his hands on her ass. She put her panties over his face so Jim couldn’t see.
“I’m going to give him some now.” Nancy traced an ‘O’ on Jim’s forehead through the panties and said”The ‘O’ means open. When I trace that he licks my pussy open, inserts his tongue and seals his mouth around my pussy lips.” Marilyn watched as Jim’s mouth sealed onto Nancy’s pussy. Marilyn took another sip of wine and squirmed in her seat as she watched. The urgency in her bladder was increasing and her pussy was wet. She asked, “Why don’t you just tell him what you want? I’m sure if you moved the panties from his eyes; he could see your face. Can’t he read your lips in that position?”
“Oh, he’s reading my lips alright, but not the ones on my face. I taught him to respond to the traced letters so I could tell him what I wanted in the dark or when his head is under the bed covers. I have him covered now so we can talk.”
“Oh” said Marilyn. “That’s pretty smart. How many letters do you use?” “About ten” Nancy responded. Marilyn watched and asked, “Are you peeing yet?”
“No, not yet, Even though I’m not going to have him make me cum right now, feeling his tongue inside me is very exciting and having him obey me and wait for me to decide when to start gives me a tremendous feeling of power. Peeing in his mouth makes me feel like an empress with a slave.”
Nancy shifted slightly on Jim’s mouth and said “Sometimes I sit on his face for an hour. But, if I really want a long session, I lay on the recliner. Jim and I have gone hours like that. Once I sat in the garden with his head under my skirt for the entire afternoon. I was drinking iced tea and reading “The Perfect Storm”. Reading about all that water made me pee a lot. Jim loved it. I got chaffed from his beard though. That’s when we started using baby oil on his face for the long sessions.” Nancy laughed. “Now when I show him the baby oil bottle he almost jumps up and down.”
“I’m going to start now, said Nancy as she traced a ‘D’ on Jim’s forehead. Just a taste at first, then I relax and let it flow out. I usually don’t push hard unless I’m in a hurry.” Jim started to moan…a low, contented moan. “He always moans when he drinks it. I think it’s sexy, don’t you? I don’t know how he can moan and swallow at the same time, but he does.”
Marilyn watched the peaceful look on Nancy’s face as she allowed the liquid treat to flow into Jim’s thirsty mouth. She was hot. Her pussy was getting wetter and she was determined to try it.
The moaning continued for several minutes. When it stopped, Nancy traced another letter on his head and he licked her dry. She then rose and smiled at Marilyn. “I just wanted to mark my territory a little before you began.” Both women smiled.
“Don’t make me laugh.” Marilyn said. “I won’t be able to hold it.”
“O K” said Nancy. “We’d better get to it.”
Marilyn stood up and looked closely at Tom’s face. It was dry. “See, I told you." said Nancy. “He can take it without spilling and he enjoys the taste. That’s both problems solved.”
Nancy said to Marilyn. “Why don’t you stand over his face and let him look up your skirt? I haven’t used him much since I spoke with you last week. I wanted him horny for you. Even though his dick is dead, I think horny is still the right word. If you let him peek at your panties, he'll begin to fantasize about how you look and how you will taste. As he said no two women taste the same. And the hotter he gets, the better he gets. Besides, it’s his birthday and all men enjoy looking up a woman’s skirt.” Nancy retrieved her panties and Jim opened his eyes.
Marilyn walked over to Jim. She placed one foot on either side of his head. “I’m not wearing panties.” She said. ”He can see all the way to forever.” Marilyn and Nancy stood there looking down at Jim. Both women were smiling at him. He was turning his head, looking from one pussy to the other. He looked happy.
Nancy had Jim move over and lay supine in front of the coffee table. He brought the pillows with him and placed them on either side of his head. At the urging of Nancy, Marilyn unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. She took off her blouse and threw the clothes onto the back of the chair. Jim gasped audibly at her body. Her pussy was completely shaved. The lower belly was distended by her full bladder and her tits were magnificent…big, round, perfectly formed and with hard brown nipples. Nancy noticed too and commented that she had never seen a more perfect set since working at Victoria’s Secret. Nancy sat cross-legged on the floor next to Jim.
Nancy then directed Marilyn to sit astride Jim’s chest. She did. Nancy then reached over to the wine bottle (the third) and filled Marilyn’s glass and her own. She then looked at Jim and said “Happy birthday, dear.”
Jim could smell the sweet odor of Marilyn’s sex perched just a few inches from his face. He put his hands on her ass and tried to move her forward. Marilyn resisted and said that she was not ready. Jim was anxious, but patient at the same time. He bent his head and stuck out his tongue, Nancy was right; it was very long…the longest she had ever seen. And it was thick too. He waved it at her and again tried to pull her forward, but she resisted and he could not reach the prize.
Nancy reached out to Marilyn and began to stroke her tits. Softly at first, but then more insistently. Marilyn responded to the touch but still did not move forward.
Marilyn was hot!! The wine had gone to her head and she was about to experience the FBO. Her head spun and her body swayed. She allowed Jim’s hands to move her forward in reach of his tongue. She settled onto his face. Nancy put the panties back across Jim’s eyes. Marilyn traced the ‘O’.
He licked her open with wide strokes and then put that monster tongue into her. He began to slowly explore the inside of her pussy. She had NEVER felt anything like it. Nancy told her to trace an ‘L’, she did and the tongue began to lick the deepest parts of her pussy.
She felt happy; she felt desired: she was sitting on the face of a handsome man with a long, swirling tongue. Nancy continued to stroke her tits. Nancy was talking to her, but she could not make out the words. This was wonderful. She was full. Her bladder was about to burst. Jim was licking the deepest parts of her and she was going to come soon. Marilyn had been holding her pee for hours and the pressure on her bladder was insistent.
Jim’s tongue was not just wagging in her pussy, it was undulating like a big wave on the ocean. She was feeling sensations that she had never felt before. It was wonderful. She had never felt anything in her pussy that was doing to her what that big tongue was doing and she was beginning to float. Jim was taking her to places that she had never been. His lips, his mouth, his tongue…WOW. Nancy’s stroking and her talking began to penetrate into her being.
Nancy said, “Let it go…enjoy the FBO.” Marilyn’s face was flushed and she began to swoon. She felt the beginnings of the orgasmic wave. It wouldn't be long until it crested. She rode it higher and higher, then to the peak. It was the most intense thing that had ever happened in her sex life. She stayed perched on the crest and then she shuddered and shook. She heard Nancy talking but she could not make out what she said through the pounding of her heart. The tongue slowed and began to lick up her cream. It was wonderful. Still shaking, she tried to release her pee into Jim’s mouth. Even though the pressure in her belly was sill increasing, it wouldn’t go. The tongue began to move again. Now the target was her G-spot…then her cervix. He probed and swirled. She came again, harder.
The sequence repeated…he licked…she came…he swirled…she came. Each time she tried to ease the pressure in her bladder and reward him with her pee, he took her higher. The orgasms spiraled and blended into one long slide into bliss. Marilyn was euphoric. She had no control. Her body and mind were not on the same plane. She was exhausted and could hardly keep upright. She noticed that she had been tightly holding on to Nancy’s arms for support.
Nancy was watching her newfound friend closely. Finally, she reached over and traced an ‘X’ on Jim. He slowed and finally stopped, but he did not remove the tongue. It was now just lying in her pussy, just twitching a little. She began to hear Nancy’s words. “You’ve had your first FBO. What do you think? Ever had better?”
“I can’t talk now.” Marilyn said as she quivered on Jim’s face.
Nancy said, “I didn’t hear him moan. Did you go?”
“I tried! I tried! I tried hard, but my body wouldn’t open.”
“Just relax now.” Nancy said. “After the FBO you don’t need the pressure any more. Just let it happen. I think Jim has earned the privilege of your personal wine. After all, it’s his birthday.”
Nancy traced a ‘D’ on Jim and he sealed on Marilyn’s pussy lips. The tongue was still and flat.
Nancy touched Marilyn’s belly and began to stroke it…softly at first and then, more insistently. . Finally she was pressing and releasing the soft flesh between her navel and her pussy in a slow steady rhythm. The pressure was unbearable. Marilyn removed the panties from his face and looked down into Jim’s eyes. They seemed to be pleading to her. He really wants it, she thought. He really does.
Marilyn wanted to pee. She wanted to open her body and ease the pressure. She knew she had to open. She wanted to open NOW. She wanted to give Jim a drink from her pussy. She wanted to give his wonderful mouth the water from her body that he craved.
And then, it happened. Marilyn began to flow. A couple of spurts, at first, then as she sighed, the torrent began. Jim moaned and Nancy knew. She stopped pressing on Marilyn. As the fullness of her bladder decreased, Marilyn slowed her flow. Nancy took Marilyn’s hand and placed it lightly on Jim’s throat. “O my God” Marilyn said. “I can feel him swallowing.”
It was a true power trip. She felt regal and commanding. She did not want this to stop. She slowed the flow even more, exerting more control. If she could have one of these every week, she wouldn’t care how far down on the totem pole she was at work. Here…now…she was a queen…a goddess, pissing down the throat of a moaning man whose only job was to serve her with his tongue. It was HOT. He moaned, she peed, he swallowed, and she peed. She peed and peed. When at last the moaning stopped, Nancy traced a ‘C’ on Jim and he licked her clean and dry.
Marilyn could not move. Nancy helped her off Jim. Marilyn walked on shaky, trembling legs and collapsed on the couch. Nancy stroked her face and handed her the wineglass.
Marilyn's voice was throaty as she said, “That was fantastic!…I never in my life!…It was wonderful…Wow! How often can he do that?”
“How often can you take it?” Nancy replied as she settled onto Jim’s face and traced an ‘O’.
This is an original work of fiction. The author, who writes under the name of Xanthippe, retains all rights. The author is over 18 years old. It's just a story.