Good Neighbors Ch. 03

As I showered I went over the day's events in my head. How could I be so lucky? Of all the places I could have purchased it happened to be one right next to Kelsey. Not only was she gorgeous but we were becoming intimate friends. Not since that night with Mandy had I been so freely able to practice and openly talk about my pee fetish with someone. It was starting to feel like I had known her for longer than the short month since I moved in. And Kelsey's blatant exhibitionism was intoxicating.

I started to fondly remember the heart pounding walk back from our escapades in the old mill. Even though our pee was quite diluted at this point we were both covered in it and we both smelled like piss. If we had encountered anyone passing us on the trail back home there would have been no mistake as to what we were up to in the woods. Not only were our pants being continually soaked as we freely wet ourselves but our upper halves were drenched in each other's urine. Not to mention Kelsey's hair and face were covered in my cum. My heart was racing as we hiked back and I was only composed thanks to Kelsey. She was walking back, soaked in both our piss and cum like she had done this a million times before, which she had. On the way back she told me that every time she went for a hike she would wet herself. Being painted with cum, however was brand new and she couldn't stop talking about how much she loved it.

We both agreed to shower and come over to my place for drinks. Kelsey being a professional bartender I expected her to bring over something good and looked forward to what the evening might bring. It was warm enough that I just shook off excess water and stepped out of the shower to air dry. Of course I didn't bother to dress and quickly cleaned up a bit while I waited for Kelsey to arrive. It didn't take too long for me to receive a text that she was on her way.

I waited at the kitchen table, sipping on some water, gazing out into the twilight and was surprised to hear the front doorbell. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as I went to the front door. I had expected her to come in up the porch and didn't turn on my front light so I did so. I opened the door and hoped that it was indeed Kelsey or else I'd be flashing someone else. Thankfully I was greeted by my neighbor, but I didn't expect her to also be going to my front door stark naked. All she had on were a pair of sandals with a canvas bag loaded over her shoulder. I stood there a bit dumbfounded seeing her fully exposed in the bright light of my front spotlight.

"Are you going to let me in," she asked and I quickly made space to let her through the doorway, closing it behind her.

"Pretty bold of you to answer the door with no pants on," she said, "though it was a bit unfair to not warn me you were turning on the front light!"

"The same could be said to you," I replied, "I expected you to come in through the porch."

"This way was much more exciting, don't you think," she grinned.

"Very," I answered as I showed her in to the kitchen table.

"Sometimes late at night if I'm in the mood I'll walk a bit on the street naked, but I usually avoid lights" she added, placing the bag onto the table, "but enough of that for now, lets get some drinks made! I hope you have to pee."

"I made sure to fill up before you arrived!"

I wondered what she meant by that as I watched her produce two margarita glasses from the bag as well as a metal drink mixer, some shot glass looking alcohol measuring cups, a bottle of Tequila, Triple Sec, limes and some sour mix. She asked me to get two small plates, salt and some ice and I placed them on the table.

"I'm going to make us some Pee-gah-ritas!" She excitedly exclaimed. "First we need to rim the glass, do you think you could help me?"

Having made margaritas in the past I volunteered, curious to see what twist she had in mind.

"Good, now if you could pour a thin layer of salt on one of the plates, we won't need much," she instructed as she grabbed the other plate.

I did so and was surprised to see what she did next. Kelsey spread her legs a bit and held the plate up to her pussy. After several seconds a small trickle dribbled through her lips and pooled on the plate.

"Great, this should be enough," she said, squeezing a lemon over it. Placing the pee plate next to the salt plate and dipped the rim of each glass first in the pee and then lightly in the salt and setting them aside.

She then filled the glasses with ice and then filled the bar mixer. Next she grabbed the one ounce measuring cup and held it up to her pussy. I was amazed as she expertly released and closed her bladder, just enough to fill up the measurer with her clear piss. She then dumped it into the bar mixer and then looked at me.

"Your turn," she said, moving the mouth of the small metal cup up to my cock.

The mouth was barely bigger than my dickhead. I had never peed into something held by someone else before, let alone so small and it took some effort for me to get a small stream going. Kelsey was quick to catch it in the one ounce cup as I then struggled to close my urethra. It overflowed a bit onto the tile in a splash before I could contain it. Kelsey smiled as she poured it into the mixer. She then proceeded to mix up a traditional margarita mix before straining it into each of our glasses. She expertly made just the right amount for each.

Drinks made we sat down and clinked glasses, each taking a drink. I was surprised to find out how well the saltiness of our piss enchanced the margarita with an almost savory salty flavor.

"Do you always make drinks this way," I asked.

"Only on special occasions," she laughed.

"I imagine you might get some new regulars if you made this at your bar."

"I don't think the health inspectors would like that very much, but if you were to stop by I think I could make it work."

This caused me to imagine sitting at the bar across from Kelsey as out of sight she stealthily peed into the drink mixer.

"I might take you up on that offer."

We continued to sip our pee-gah-ritas and chatted away as the alcohol loosened our tongues. It was also filling up my bladder but it was Kelsey who made the first move, playfully asking, "Where's the bathroom? I really gotta pee."

I grinned, and quickly thought of an idea, "How rude of me, I haven't given you a tour of the house!"

Standing up I said, "Well, you've already seen the bathroom in the kitchen and deck. Let me show you the basement."

Kelsey played along, "I hope this won't take too long, I really have to go."

"Well you wanted to see where you can pee so I'm showing you," I chided.

We giggled together as I showed her where I peed on the basement carpet, as well as the box of towels where I stuck my dick inside and went.

"We should grab these," I said, opening up the piss sodden top of the box and taking out the towels inside. The first few were still damp as I handed them to Kelsey.

"Mmm, these must have been a good toilet," she said, rubbing her fingers in the dampness.

I followed her back upstairs and grinned as she briefly pause to cross her legs. On the way back I paused pointed out the living room and how I hadn't peed there yet. Depositing the towels on the kitchen table for later, I led her to the upstairs bedrooms, passing the actual first floor bathroom on the way without mention. At the top of the stairs I again ignored the bathroom and showed her the nearly empty carpeted guest bedroom. All I had in it now was an old bed my parents gave me.

Showing her the modest walk in closet, "This is the guest bathroom," I explained. I could see Kelsey was starting to get really desperate and looking for a chance to pop a squat, "but if you have to go, you should be a good girl and wait until the tour is over." Kelsey regained her composure obediently as I showed off the tantalizing pristine light grey carpet and walls in the corners of the closet.

I did my best to delay the progress of the tour, finally ended in my own master bedroom. She was getting quite desperate and had her hand in her crotch. Here I made sure to point out where I had peed on the carpet the night before. Kelsey saw the faint outline of the puddle and giggled.

"You're gonna turn that spot yellow if you don't watch out," she laughed. I just grinned.

"And here we are, the master bathroom," I said, walking past the actual master bedroom and instead pulling Kelsey into my large walk in closet. Inside the heady aroma of my morning piss still hung in the air. I was delighed to see a slight yellow stain on the white carpet in the corner.

Kelsey smiled, "I love what you've done with it," staring at my pee stain.

"Thanks, I did it myself," I said proudly, putting my hands on my hips and thrusting my cock out towards her. We both started laughing.

"Stop, you're going to make me pee," Kelsey said as she quickly squatted down.

"Well you're in the master bathroom, what are you waiting for," I replied.

This caused her to start up laughing again, catching her off balance and she fell back, just at the same time as she lost control of her bladder. As I grabbed her hands to catch her I was greeted by the sight of her labia opening as her warm urine sprayed out over my closet carpet. This only caused her to laugh harder and her stream fluttered in strength and intensity absolutely drenching the carpet causing a growing fan shaped puddle, and splashing my feet in the process. This caused me to laugh harder too. The teasing of peeing a little to make the drinks caused my bladder to lose control and now my dangling cock was adding to her puddle and splashing her also.

"Wait," Kelsey cried out, reaching out and grasping my cock. "Hold it for me, I want to show you where you should go to the bathroom."

"I can't wait to see what you have in mind," I said as I fought to cut off my stream.

With the help of a long squeeze from Kelsey I managed to stop my flow and now dribbled onto the carpet. Kelsey held on as she used her other hand to get her pussy in control and was now directing a steady stream in a zig zag pattern between her splayed legs. As her bladder neared empty her stream started to retreat back towards it's lovely spread open source. I could see how aroused she was by her messy toilet. Who could blame her, it's not every day that you find someone that would happily let you pee over their carpet and then agree to let you choose where they should go too.

By now she had stood up and still holding her lips apart and my dick, pushed out the last spurts out onto the soaked carpet in loud splats. She was having a lot of fun with it. She then leaned into my side and I slid my hand around her butt as we surveyed her puddle. Her butt was wet and there was a clear outline of where her piss pooled around her well define cheeks and before them was a huge dark fan shaped stain from where she peed between her legs. In the middle there was still a light yellow pool of urine struggling to seep into the carpet fibers.

"I wish I could have that framed," I remarked, breaking the silence.

She kissed me on the cheek and gave my member a playful squeeze. "Thanks for showing me where the toilet was," she said, "but you must be bursting. Let me show you where one of the urinals is."

She gave my penis a tug and led me downstairs to the living room, there was a nice view of her house through the large bay window, I kept the shades back, of course. She flipped on the lights as she led me to the bare wall. Almost like I kept it free of shelves on purpose.

"Here we are, at the little boy's room," she jested. "Now be a big boy and show me how you go pee in a urinal." She relaxed the grip on my penis.

"But what if the neighbor sees me," I mock protested.

"She would be very pleased to see a nice young man going to the bathroom where he's supposed to and maybe she would give him a reward."

I thought I would like that very much and relaxed my bladder. I had never had someone hold my cock to pee before, let alone on to my living room wall. My heart was beating fast as I felt my bladder tingle, releasing it's contents into my cock which now started to arc out onto my off-white wall. A fan shape cascade formed as splatters fleck the sides of the wall, reaching farther and farther up the wall as my stream intensified. Kelsey now satisfied that I was peeing hard enough took my cock for a spin. Literally, making quick circular motions all over the wall.

Kelsey and I looked at each other with equally wide grins. I could definitely see this being a regular thing for us and I was all for it. We both pouted as my stream started to die down. By now there was a sizable puddle creeping out on the carpet from the base of the wall. Kelsey aimed my dick down at the carpet and I let the last of my bladder out in spurts making loud splats on the soaked fibers.

"You did such a good job, peeing in the urinal," Kelsey played. I certainly had, there was a big wet stain on the wall, some of it in spirals. "You're neighbor says that since you were such a good boy that she'll clean up for you." She said as she knelt down to my dribbling cock. Before I knew it she had her tongue under my bellend, letting the last drips roll onto her tongue into her mouth. She then closed her lips around it and gently sucked down the last of my piss. She gave my dick a quick kiss before standing up and exclaiming, "There all clean."

"Thank you kind neighbor," I said kneeling down, clutching her thighs, "and you need a reward for being a good girl and holding it until we got to the bathroom."

I moved my mouth to the inside of her thigh and licked up the splotches of pee still clinging to them, making my way up to her sodden snatch. There I made sure to give attention to her plump outer lips before lapping my tongue inside the depths of her slick folds sucking up the salty remnants of her piss. I gave special attention to her vagina making before planting my lips around her clit and urethra. I was shocked when I felt her pussy contract and a small trickle flowed down my tongue, she must not have been completely empty. I relished the warm salty liquid as I greedily swallowed it. I finished by giving her clit a quick lick and gentled suckled it.

"Thanks for the TP, neighbor," she cooed as I stood up. She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a deep kiss. She tasted of pee and tequila and I'm sure I was the same.

We returned to the kitchen and both drained two large glassed of water, filling it up again before returning to the table. You can't make pee-gah-ritas without pee! We continued to chat as we waited for our bladders to fill.

"So now you've peed in the living room. That makes every room but the guest bedroom by my count, right," Kelsey asked.

"Yep, and thank you for that. I really liked having you hold it while I peed," I replied.

"I had a lot of fun with it too and any time, I'll be there," the dark haired woman laughed. "And now I feel left out, I wanna pee in every room too. How about we go in the guest room next?"

"Well, I was thinking I might save that room," I said thoughtfully, "You know how I told you about my friend Mandy?"

"The one who pissed all night in your closet?"

"The very same," I replied. "I do want to invite her over for a housewarming party. She'd probably stay the night."

"So either you want to save it so she can christen it or keep it clean just in case she doesn't?"

"Correct. I was wondering on how to bring it up to her."

Kelsey's eyes lit up, "Alcohol always helps. And you could also think of earlier like a test run. Just show her to the closet when she asks where the bathroom is. I'll help of course." She grinned. "But, should I be worried about Mandy? Is she going to whisk my new pee buddy away?"

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that," I said, "should be the opposite, she's gay!"

She laughed again, "I think I'm ready for a pee-gah-rita, how about you?"

I checked my bladder and I was. This time we forgoed the measuring cups and peed in spurts together into the mixing tin.

"Wanna watch a movie," she asked. "I have a good one."

Who's house was this anyway I wondered, "Sure, I have Chromecast."

Turning on the TV we planted ourselves on my plush couch with our pee-gah-ritas and glasses of water after I laid down a layer of towels. My neighbor giggled knowingly as I did so. I was surprised when the movie logo came up. It was a porno! One of my favorites in fact, Pee Devil 1. I instantly shot her a glance and she grinned.

"This is my favorite series," I exclaimed, my cock standing at full attention.

"Aww, I was hoping to surprise you. And I can see how much you like it," she said, smiling at me stroking my erection. "It's one of my favorites too. I've watched em all like a bajillion times."

"Me too, they've been a great inspiration. They really get it, especially her," I said motioning to the stunning, topless, brunette wetting her panties on purpose in her bed.

"Yeah, she's gorgeous and you can tell she really likes doing it too," Kelsey replied, her hand now tucked into her crotch.

We continued to watch the movie, discussing our favorite scenes and volumes. As the movie progressed our drinks became empty and I soon needed to pee. Watching the model pee in naughty places around her home several times already wasn't helping. I glanced over to Kelsey, her eyes were glued to the screen, watching the model's pierced pussy pee on her patio after just wetting her dress and pink panties. Her fingers idling playing with her snatch. I had never watched porn with a partner before, let alone get to discuss the finer points of pee porn. It was really thrlling.

"Mmm, I can never tell if I like peeing naked or wetting more," Kelsey said.

"I don't think one is better than the other. They're different experiences," I replied. "You're supposed to pee naked, or at least without obstruction, at least as far as society goes."

"Yeah but society says you're not supposed to do it in front of other people and only in the toilet which makes this so hot," she said. To make her point she spread her legs a bit and sighed. A hissing erupted from between her legs and I saw a clear fan twisting into a stream pattering onto the towels I placed on the couch. The stream was picking up strength and started to shoot out between her legs and onto the carpet.

"Mmm, and it's so nice not having to get up," she moaned.

"True, but you're also not supposed to pee your pants or anything else for that matter," I interjected. Not feeling particularly in one way or the other I felt I had to take the other side of the argument. "And you don't have to get up to wet yourself either," I continued.

While neither of us were wearing clothes to wet, I did the next best thing. I sat back and spread my legs. Folding the blue towel I was sitting, I fit it between my legs and flipped the end back towards me, hiding my now soft junk from sight. My dick felt cozy it it's soft cocoon. My bladder didn't need much coaxing and soon a slow stream was leaking from my penis into the cloth fabric. A steady warmth started to spread, swallowing up my member as my stream picked up. The poor towel was starting to show it's use as the wetness started to spread around my balls. A dark patch was starting to form on the outside, showing anyone who was looking exactly what I was doing, as if the loud hissing and sqlashing originating from my crotch wasn't enough. Well and the fact that I basically told my companion what I was going to do.

"This feels better than when wetting myself at the park," I said. "Nothing beats a good fluffy towel."

"I would do the same thing all the time before I got my own place," Kelsey shared. "It's great to hump when your done too." She giggled.

By now her bladder was empty and she was intently leaning over, watching the wet patch on my towel grow larger and larger.

"I bet you're so wet in there," she cooed.

I was, and I showed her. Carefully I peeled back the top of the towel, my cock still buried in the sodden terrycloth. The towel was struggling to absorb the torrent I was unleashing into it. I had a lovely pool of light yellow pee pooling around my cock and draining around my balls. She dipped her fingers in and splashed them around as my cock bubbled forth in the warmth. My stream started to dwindle and I forced the last remnants of my bladder out, causing it to splash in the small pool in bursts. Kelsey lovingly pulled the wet towel back over my crotch and gave it a nice pat as I finished emptying myself into it.

"I think you have a point,' she said, "they both have their merits. Maybe we should have a wetting night one of these days."

"You're on," I replied.

"Do you think Mandy would join us? Has she ever wet herself," she asked as she got up to refill our waters.

"I know she has at her family's pool, but everybody wets their bathing suits. She's the one that taught me how."

"So there's a chance she might want to join?"

"She probably would, that is if she pees in the closet with us. I wonder how we could convince her to wet herself."

"I have an idea. Want to play a game?"

"Oh you know I do," I said.

"Great, let's get started after the porno is done."

The two of us continued to chat as we watched the brunette wet herself and pee all over her house, making sure to empty our water glasses.

When the film ended we got up and surveyed the damage to the towels. We each had a large wet patch under where we sat and Kelsey had a nice long, speckled stain on the carpet in front of her seat. Picking up the towels I took them out onto the porch and hung them to dry with the one earlier from today. They looked like good pissy trophies hanging in the porch light, wet patches for all to see.

Inside Kelsey started to mix up another round of drinks. This time I just walked up to her as she had the mixing tin held between her legs and aimed a few spurts into the ice as she did the same.

"You're doing such a good job as bar-back," she beamed as she poured our drinks.

"Now," she continued, "let's play a hold it game! First one to pee loses."

"What does the winner get," I asked.

"The winner gets to use the loser as their toilet, of course," she said, giving me a devilish look.

"Of course," I mused. It was a loaded game, both outcomes sounded amazing.

"But first we need to start empty. Any ideas on where we should go?"

"I think I have a place in mind," I said.

Grasping her hand I lead her up the carpeted stairs before turning around and sitting on the landing. It was just wide enough for the two of us to sit side by side.

"I haven't peed on the stairs yet," I said.

"Good choice," Kelsey replied, throwing her leg over mine so she could get sufficient clearance.

"I want to hold your cock again," she pleaded.

"Only if I can aim your pussy too," I replied.

"Deal," she said as her hand wrapped around my cock.

I reached my hand over and took my time exploring her folds as I spread open her labia. She was quite slick and her lips parted easily.

"Ready when you are," she said.

A good enough signal as any I relaxed my bladder and soon my cock was twitching in her hand as a stream started to rain out before me over the steps. Likewise I felt her pussy pulse and a thin stream started to shoot out between my splayed fingers. A long arc joined mine across the width of the stairs. A loud hissing filled the space alongside the sound of our twin streams sprinkling the carpeted steps. We both seemed to be aiming for distance.

I was impressed as her stream was reaching the 4th step while mine was only wetting the 6th. I pushed a little harder and my arc crept out and landed on the 5th but my efforts were in vain as I felt her quim contract and now she was pissing as far as the 3rd step.

Unfortunately our bladders weren't completely full and soon our streams started to die, slowly trailing back up the stairs. There were two lovely long stains on either side of the steps leading back up to our exposed genitals. It was a lot of fun and I said so.

"It's always fun to pee from a high place," Kelsey added. "Now, let the game begin!"

We retreated back to the kitchen and continued to drink our pee-gah-ritas and went drink for drink of water. The two of us started to chat about our kink some more.

"The issue for me," I went on, "was always washing the soaked towels in time before anyone found they were missing."

While at home with my parents, I would hide my pee escapades. I would either lay them out on the floor on top of a spread out trash bags to simulate carpet. Kelsey excitedly told me she would do the same when she didn't go in her kitty litter.

"I'd also line a pair of shorts with them to wet in," I said.

"Very inventive, like a cloth diaper."

"Mmhmm, made for very easy clean up. Though I always had to hide the towels until I could wash them discretely. It was never fun trying to explain to my parents where they went. Or why there were so many towels being washed when discovered"

Kelsey laughed, "I had the same problem!"

"I usually just blamed it on the dog," I explained.

"Lucky, we didn't have one. I would always just claim ignorance. I told you how I used to love grabbing a bunch and stuffing them in my crotch while kneeling on the carpet. Sometimes I'd piss way too much and leave a wet patch on the carpet. I always said I spilled something. My parents must think I'm the clumsiest girl." We both started laughing.

"Have they ever shown any inclination to the fetish," I asked.

"No, they're petty prudish."

"Ah, so you're their rebellious, exhibitionist, toilet hating daughter then," I teased.

"Guilty," she said sticking out her tongue. "How about yours?"

"Nothing overt, though I've never thought about how uncommon some of it really was. We had an open door bathroom policy. As in we never closed the door when we peed. We only closed the door when guests were over. I'd often walk towards the bathroom hearing my mom hissing and pissing loudly into the toilet. I'd even see her wipe."

Kelsey looked at me in admiration.

"My dad too," I continued. "I'd just be walking by and glance in to see him standing over the toilet cock in hand pissing into the toilet."

"I'd love to have been able to see that," she purred. "Imagine inviting me over and your dad comes home, bursting to piss. He bounds to the bathroom without knowing I'm visiting. I have to pee too but you're being mean and won't let me pee on the carpet. I rush to the bathroom only to be greeted by your dad's huge sausage protruding though a huge bush, gushing into the toilet. Do you think he'd let me watch?"

"Don't tease me like that," I contested before continuing. "Or him for that matter."

"I'd always manage to catch my dad here and there," she said. "He was a bit more bold outdoors and I'd often sneak a peek."

"You would have had no problem taking a peek at me, I'd pee with the door open too. It wasn't until I realized I had this fetish that I became self-conscious and started closing the door. Though it made it easier to pee in the sink or just open the shower and piss all over the tub."

Kelsey giggled, "I'd pee in the bathroom sink too. At the very least it helps keep up the appearance of 'using' the bathroom."

"If I was about to shower I'd sometimes pee a little on the bathmat. I'd make sure to cover it up when stepping out of the shower wet."

"I would pee on the mat too," Kelsey exclaimed. "I'd empty my whole bladder though. It helped that at a certain point I took charge of doing the laundry. It helped cover up my pissy towels and it allowed me some freedom to have fun. We had a cabinet pull out towel hamper in the bathroom. When my parents were at work I'd open it up and use it as a toilet until I was ready to laundry. My laundry basket was a regular urinal in my room as well."

"Mine too," I added, "I'd just lift up the lid and pee on the back of it, letting it rain down on my dirty clothes. I'd even pee into the washing machine too."

"Me too," Kelsey cried. "It's just asking to be a toilet, acting all slutty like that with it's lid open. Just begging to be sat on and squirted in."

"We eventually got a standing washer, it's not as fun but I have opened up the detergent drawer and peed in the slots."

"God washing machines are such dirty little sluts."

As we both laughed I started to feel a sudden wave of desperation. I'm sure Kelsey was feeling it too as I noticed the tell tale sign of a fist in her crotch. Feeling that we were nearing the final round of game I decided to change locations.

"I realized I haven't shown you the actual bathroom yet. You'll really like what I did with the master bathroom."

Leading her upstairs I had to fight off another wave of desperation. Pausing, I clenched my cock causing it to bounce up and down. I heard a sucking gasp behind me as Kelsey too must be fighting it off.

Soon we were at the door of my bathroom. Kelsey got excited as she saw what I did with it.

"It's a wet room," she cried.

"Yep, it cost a bit extra but I think it'll be worth it."

The bathroom was all tile from floor to ceiling. There was a counter with a large farm style sink with a low cut away just low enough for someone's genitals. There was a toilet of course, opposite a Jacuzzi bathtub, which thankfully came with the house. Between the two running was a very large, and very plush, thickly piled blue bathmat. At the far end however there was just a wide shower spigot coming down from the ceiling over a drain. I even proudly showed off the second drain, hidden under the bathmat.

"It's amazing," she beamed.

"It's my magnum opus," I jeered. "It works quite well."

"This bathmat is just begging to be pissed on," she said as she wiggled her toes in the thick, absorbent piles.

"It's what made me buy it, it's very thirsty," I smiled.

"I'd love to try it out," she said, "that is if you're not my next toilet." She gave me a competitive look.

"Fat chance," I said, and unconfidently had to grab my cock. The need was getting quite dire.

Kelsey seemed to be nearing her bursting point too, she had her hand pressed into her slit and the other was squeezing a breast. She was bouncing up and down trying to hold it in.

It was then that I thought of doing something devious. I quickly reached over and turned on the sink tap, real slow. The splashing of the stream now filled the room.

"Oh you little cheat," Kelsey said as suddenly a gush burst between her fingers. It was followed by another bigger gush as Kelsey started to lose full control over her bladder.

She gave up and pulled her hand away letting her lips spray her hot messy stream all over her legs and onto the thick bathmat below. The fibers squelched loudly as they sucked up her piss.

She sighed loudly, "I guess pissing all over this beautiful mat isn't the worst second prize."

Regaining her control, she spread her legs and the stream was now freely splashing on the carpet, making a wide thick circle of splatter. The stain was slowly creeping out around her and was starting to seep under my feet. I dug my toes into her warn effluence.

"Now for my prize," I said, "I can't hold it any more."

I stepped closer to her and let up on the hold of my cock. A stream burst forth splashing Kelsey right on her belly button. She squealed with delight.

"Let me kneel down for you," she said.

She was still busy pissing away as she started to kneel down. At that point I was too and she pressed her body up against my streaming cock, leaving a thick river of urine as it slid up her belly. She squeezed her breasts together as it moved through her cleavage and she paused for a moment, letting the cavity fill up. She let it fall to the mat in a loud splash as she got into position kneeling before me. Her snatch was gushing in full force between her legs spraying the insides of her thighs.

I was busy aiming my stream at her breasts, making sure each one got a sufficient watering. Kelsey then made eye contact with me and bit her lip before opening up her mouth expectantly. Returning the look I moved my stream up from her breasts, landing my thick stream right in her mouth. She choked from the sudden force, moving her face into the stream. She quickly shook my pee from her eyes and reopened her mouth to catch it, this time letting her mouth fill up with a delicious tinkling sound.

I could see she was moving her tongue around, savoring my taste as her mouth soon started to over flow. Warm pale yellow liquid crested over her white teeth and cascading down her plump lips. I could see the sheen of my pee stains glisten as my urine flowed down her chest.

She then closed her mouth, my stream hitting her lips as she swallowed and reopened her mouth to drink again. She thirstily gulped down my bladder fluid.

"I want to pee on your pussy," I said, cutting off my stream.

"I thought you'd never ask," she said after a hearty swallow and started to lie down on the soaked bathmat.

"But hold on," she continued, "I have a bit more in me."

She was now lying on the bathmat with her knees up and legs spread. I was between her legs standing above her. Her lips started to part and soon a strong trickle was arcing out, splashing in the already soaked fibers.

It looked delicious, I thought, I can't be the only one not to drink piss tonight. I quickly knelt down and moved my face towards her stream, catching it with an open mouth. It was warm and had a pleasant saltiness to it. I savored her flavor as I let it overflow down my chin. I then started to swallow enjoying the feeling of her warmth as it flow down my throat. Unfortunately she didn't have much left and her stream dwindled. I followed it back to the source and was now drinking it up with my lips glued to her crotch. When she was done I gave her a loving cleaning with my tongue.

"Mm, that was a good second prize," she growled.

"You can't be the one to drink all the piss," I joked. "And I cleaned you up, just to dirty it again." I was now playing with her lips as I grasp my cock.

Kneeling between her open legs I aimed my aching cock at her inviting folds. She was well aroused by this point, lips fully engorged and opening like a beautiful flower. I let go of my bladder and was shooting a torrent directly onto her hard clit. She moaned in esctasy. I then directed my stream down her flesh, aiming directly into her vagina. A loud squelching sound emanated from her loins as my pee forced it's way inside.

"Ohh, keep peeing in my pussy," she moaned.

Her eyes were closed in bliss with her head back. I wanted to tease her a bit and directed my stream back up over her pussy and out across her belly, landing on her tits again. She then moved her hands up to her breasts and started rubbing it in.

I then got closer and positioned my slit right in front of her vagina and squirted a huge spurt inside.

"Please," she pleaded, "Please go to the bathroom inside me."

I was already getting hard and this was enough for me to be at half mast. I was hoping she'd ask that. I got in closer and pressed my cock up against her warm, piss sodden vagina. I was able to insert just the tip into her smooth canal. It took some coaxing but soon my cock was dribbling a small stream and I started to feel her insides fill up with my urine like a small balloon. My bellend was enveloped in my own wee as it started to spurt out the sides in a tantalizing sensation.

I pulled out and let her squirt out the contents before sticking it in again, this time deeper. By now my bladder had enough and I wasn't able to control it and was now pissing full force inside her. As she moaned I leaned down to kiss her, swapping saliva and the pee still on our tongues. She was clearly enjoying this, and so was I. My stream was starting to dwindle as I was getting increasingly hard nestled inside her. It wasn't long before my flow completely stopped and I was at full mast.

Breaking our kiss, Kelsey looked me in the eyes and nodded her head. That was all I needed to start moving my hips, sliding in and out of her as she wrapped her arms and legs around me. It was very wet sex and squelching seemed to come from everywhere. As I thrusted the wet bathmat squeaked loudly as I pistoned the remnants of my pee out of her vagina, mixed in with her prodigious amounts of cum. Her smooth, well moistened inner walls felt like heavenly pillows on my cock as she started to squeeze me.

"I'm gonna cum," I panted and she released her grip.

It was just in the nick of time as I pulled out, my cock gleaming with wetness as it spasmed with each thick rope of cum it spurt over Kelsey's wet body. I even managed to get her on the chin. As I sat there panting, we admired how much I came, there were quite a few streaks on her tits and a huge gob was dripping off her hard nipple.

"I think that was the best sex I've ever had," she gasped, regaining her composure. "At the very least the wettest. I'm gonna have to ask you to pee inside me more often."

"I've never peed inside someone before and I can't wait to do it again."

"I'll gladly be your toilet, anytime, any place," she joked.

"It would have been nice if you peed on my cock. Not that I'm complaining. I liked drinking from you too. You tasted great."

"Aww, you know exactly how to compliment a girl. It always tastes best from the tap. Though I've only tasted my own up until today. You know where to get it. Speaking of, I still have a little bit left in me, if you could believe it."

"Please pee on my cock," I said bluntly.

"Of course," she said.

As we swapped positions I could see that the bathmat was absolutely soaked from corner to corner. The wet fibers were already starting to cool as I laid down in the contents of both our bladders. Kelsey then straddled my hips and lowered her pussy onto the shaft of my still drooling cock. After sometime a warm tickle enveloped my length as she started to pee. It started to dribble over my balls and into the mat. She didn't have much left and squirted the last bits out in delightful bursts.

"All done," she said, hopping off my cock.

We both inspected it, seeing that it was completely soaked with her pee.

"Now how about we try this shower out before bed," she said, wiping up the gob still clinging to her nipple and popping it in her mouth.

We then showered together and snuggled tight as we drifted off to sleep in my bed.