Chapter Three

 

 

“Fuck.” The bathroom door was locked, and Cherry could hear her parents giggling. “Gross, guys. Where am I supposed to pee?”

Not that they could hear her. Not that she wanted them to. It was pretty awkward, sharing one bathroom with both her parents and the man she’d promised to keep her hands off. Phil’s cabin didn’t have a devoted bathroom, and neither did hers. Mom and Daddy’s was larger, and it had a washroom off the back with its own separate entrance, so Cherry and Phil didn’t have to go through the front door.

“What a couple of old pervs, fucking in the shower when other people have to pee.” Cherry stomped away from the cabin, toward the thick cover of the woods. She had on nothing but canvas sneakers and her robe because, hell, it was the middle of the night. Who was going to see her?

The nearest public washing station wasn’t too far away, but the forest was considerably closer. If she planned to work in a provincial park after university, she should probably get used to peeing in the woods.

Hiking up her pink satin robe, Cherry pressed her back against a tree. The bark dug into her skin as she shimmied so close to the forest floor her ass nearly touched the ground. Squatting, she opened her legs. Holding her robe up over her tits, she stared between her thighs as her shaved pussy lips opened to reveal the glistening pink in between.

She’d been wet all day. After that whole thing with Phil, all she could think about was his fat, throbbing cock. God, she wanted to touch it. Well, she wanted to see it first. Sure they’d made that promise to her mother, to keep their hands off each other, but Phil didn’t really think she meant it… did he?

Her pee seemed reluctant, even though she really had to go. Tapping her pussy, she said, “Come on, stupid. I don’t have all night.”

That slight bit of pressure did the trick. Her piss sparkled in the silvery moonlight, which gleamed through the treetops. Cherry had never really watched herself pee before. It was kind of fascinating, the way her water surged across the forest floor, hissing as it left her body. She almost wanted to reach out and stick her fingers in the flow.

“Is there a problem with the bathroom?”

Cherry’s chest clenched and her back locked against the tree. Her pussy clamped so tightly her urine stopped, even though she still had that itchy gotta-pee feeling in her pelvis.

Covering her naked pussy with her robe, she hissed, “Oh my god, Phil! Were you watching me?”

“No, no.” He didn’t move, at first. When he did step forward, all he had on were blue and white striped boxer shorts. “I tried the bathroom door and it was locked, then I heard you.”

Cherry covered her face with her hair. “This is so embarrassing. You saw my pee!”

“Don’t be embarrassed. Hey, some guys like that sort of thing.”

“What, watching girls pee? Yeah right.”

“Really?” He laughed. “Sophisticated woman of the world, and you’ve never heard of watersports?”

He probably wasn’t talking about Marco Polo, but Cherry didn’t want to look stupid, so she pretended she knew what he meant. “Sure I do. My boyfriend Brad and I did that stuff all the time.”

“Oh yeah?” Phil’s breath was so laboured she could hear every shallow inhale and desperate exhale. “What did you do, exactly?”

Oh god, he was gonna catch her in a lie. “He… watched me pee?”

Phil took another step forward. Now his face was obscured by shadows, but his chest shone in the moonlight. “Just watched?”

“Yeah.” Cherry swallowed hard. “Why, what else could he do?”

“I don’t know.” Another step forward. Phil’s sandals nearly met her sneakers, but at least she could see his face now, if she looked waaaay up. “Some guys piss on girls.”

“They do?” Cherry shouted.

“Shhh! Keep your voice down.”

Her belly flip-flopped. “I mean, I knew that.”

“Well, I don’t know how many couples actually do that in real life. It’s one of those things you see in porn and wonder about. Certainly it’s something I’ve never done—but things I’ve never done could fill a phonebook.”

Even if the idea of getting pissed on kind of squicked her, it really turned Cherry on to think she could give Phil a first. She’d have thought a guy his age would have done everything under the sun by now. Obviously, his wife wasn’t into anything kinky.

Opening her pink satin robe, Cherry asked, “Do you want to pee on me, Phil?”

His eyes opened wide when she showed him her naked body. “What are you doing? Close that up before someone sees you.”

“Who’s gonna see me?”

“Your mother, for starters. We made her a promise, in case you’ve forgotten.”

“Mom said we had to keep our hands off each other.” Pressing her back against the biting bark, Cherry pushed her knees open wider, giving Phil a better look at her naked pussy. “Your pee’s not your hands.”

Why was the idea of getting pissed on suddenly the world’s biggest turn-on? Three seconds ago she thought it was gross. Now she’d give up her laptop for a week just to feel his hot pee running down her skin.

“Cherry, I’m here as your parents’ guest. I’m not about to spoil my friendship with your father by… doing what you’re asking me to do.”

“But you want it,” she prodded. “At least admit you’re kinda curious.”

Phil turned around to make sure the coast was clear. Their site fell silent, except the crickets and the heavy sound of their breathing. Cherry’s breasts heaved, and when he turned to look at her again, that’s where his gaze landed.

In a whisper, he said, “You have no idea what kind of dirty things I’d like to do to you right now. But you’re eighteen, Cherry. You’re my friend’s little girl. You grew up with my daughters! And, all that aside, I assured your mother I wouldn’t.”

Cherry parted her pussy lips with her fingers. “So?”

“So?”

“Yeah.” She shrugged. “Who cares about all that? If you want to pee on me, just do it.”

His jaw dropped, but his gaze softened. She was getting to him. The simplest approach was always the most effective.

“Where?” she asked. “Did you want to piss on my pussy? Or should I turn around so you can go on my ass? Is that what you want, Phil? A river of piss down my ass crack?”

Never in a million years did Cherry imagine she’d be saying these words to anyone, let alone Phil.

“No, don’t turn around.”

“Why? You don’t want to piss on my asshole?”

He shook his head, like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “How can you say stuff like that? When I was your age I don’t think I even knew what a blow job was.”

Cherry laughed. “Yeah right.”

“You think I’m joking? Go ask your dad.”

“Eww, Phil!” She shivered. “Don’t talk about Daddy at a time like this.”

“A time like what?”

“A time when you’re about to piss all over me.”

He stood very still, and for a second she was sure he’d turn around and leave. And then he said, “I really need to pee.”

“Yeah?” Cherry spread her pussy lips wide. She still had to go a bit, but it wasn’t coming out. “So what are you waiting for? Piss on me.”

Phil didn’t even look at her as he pushed his boxers down to the ground. Looked like he was staring at something above her head, or maybe the sight of her just made him feel too guilty. He was betraying her parents by doing this. So was she, for that matter—she’d made a promise to her mother.

But that didn’t stop her from staring unapologetically at his dick.

Wow, he was pretty hefty in the cock department. Bigger than Brad? Her boyfriend (ex-boyfriend?) had a dick that looked pretty big, but maybe that’s because Brad was so scrawny. The only fair way to judge would be to get Phil’s cock in her cunt—and fat chance of that happening tonight. She was good, but she wasn’t that good.

“Are you sure about this?” Phil asked. “I feel like such a letch, even thinking about it.”

“Shut up and piss on me, stupid.”

“I’m trying! I’m nervous.”

She was nervous too, but she’d always been good at coming off cool. “Just relax, okay? Will it help if I go first?”

His gaze found hers, only for a moment, before falling to her bare breasts. “I thought you went already.”

“I still have to go.”

“Okay, good. You start.”

Easier said than done. Giving her weight to the tree, Cherry closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her pussy muscles gave up enough to let out a few drips. Those drips turned into a torrent of piss.

She opened her eyes just in time to see Phil’s stream strike between her tits. That wasn’t at all what she’d expected. She thought he was going to pee on her pussy. For some reason, that would have felt more “normal” than this.

His pee splashed against her skin, sending sparkling little droplets across her breasts. The stream coursed down her front like a waterfall, pooling slightly in her belly button before flowing between her legs.

When Phil’s piss landed between Cherry’s thighs, suddenly she knew why people liked this so much. Her clit was hot, but his pee was hotter. Her pussy was wet, but nothing compared to Phil’s piss.

As the last of Cherry’s stream dripped to the ground, she reached between her legs.

“What are you doing?” asked Phil.

“I can’t help it.” She touched herself while his piss flowed against her cunt. “I have to.”

Phil’s pee splashed against her thighs as she rubbed her clit in a frenzy. She knew she could get off fast. She was that turned-on, and had plenty of pent-up arousal from Phil’s earlier touch.

“Cherry, stop it,” he said as he pissed between her tits. “You can’t do that out in the open.”

“But you can do that?” She tried to laugh, to make a point, but her body was too overtaken by stimulation. “Anyway, we’re not out in the open. We’re in the woods in the middle of the night.”

“Not far enough in the woods.” His stream dwindled, and he took a step closer so the last few drops landed like liquid diamonds against her nipples. “This was such a dumb idea. If your parents opened the bathroom door right now…”

“Why would they?” Cherry worked her clit like mad, panting, barely able to speak. “They’ve got their own door… oh god… that leads into their… god, that’s good… into their cabin.”

Her wet belly rippled as her thighs tensed. Tree bark dug into her back, carving an easy path through her satin robe. When her arched feet started to cramp, she flattened them against the forest floor.

“Would you believe I’ve never seen a girl touch herself before?” Phil’s dick hardened in his hand. “Not in real life, I mean. In cam-girl porn, sure, but never live in person.”

Cherry didn’t answer. Her ears were ringing. It was a wonder she could hear him at all. Her pussy throbbed, wet and pulpy, as she mashed it with her palm.

“You’re not too dainty about touching yourself, are you?”

What a weird question. “Why, are you?”

“No.” Phil wrapped his fingers around his stiff dick. His fist moved ever-so-slowly the length of his shaft. “I just figured girls would be… you know…”

“What?” Cherry scoured her clit with one hand, grasping her breast with the other. “Holy fuck, I’m almost there.”

“I thought girls would take their time, sugar and spice. But you’re really going at it, Cherry.” His fist moved a little faster. “Actually, if I’m honest, I never thought girls did this at all, except if a guy was watching.”

“Ha!” Cherry worked her pussy harder. Not just her clit. She smashed her flat hand against her shaved cunt, and not just because a guy was watching. Because, god, she wanted to come…

Phil gripped his cock so tight the tip swelled red. “You’re all wet with my piss.”

“Yeah…”

“I’ve never done that before.”

“So you said.” Cherry spanked her snatch, sending tendrils of electricity throughout her body. “Have you ever jizzed on your wife’s tits?”

This time it was Phil who laughed. “Yeah right.”

When she smacked her cunt, her thighs trembled. It was getting harder and harder to maintain this squatting position. Though the tree bore most of her weight, her ankles hurt and her calves were starting to clench.

“Fuck!” Her pussy clamped, and dirty words spilled from her mouth. “I love playing with my pussy, Phil. I love masturbating my dirty little cunt in front of you.”

“Shhh! Your parents will hear.”

“I don’t give a fuck.” She scoured her clit until it throbbed so raw and hard that her thighs snapped shut. “Oh god, I’m coming so hard!”

“Keep quiet,” he hissed. “I mean it, Cherry. Shut your mouth.”

“I can’t. It’s too good… too…”

Phil’s hand landed hard against her lips, cupping her mouth closed. She could smell him now: sweat and musk, dirty and clean. But his other hand still throttled his cock, moving faster the closer he came to her naked skin.

“Come.” She spoke into his massive palm. “Come on my tits.”

Her fingers moved against her swollen clit. She couldn’t stop, even though she’d had too much already. Even the slightest motion made her jump. When Phil came, would he feel as good as she felt now? Did orgasms get better or worse with age?

The muscles in Phil’s arms tightened. Same with his chest. He threw his head back and said, “I can’t believe this.”

White cream blasted from his cock, landing hot on Cherry’s neck. “My tits, Phil! Aim lower!”

He probably couldn’t understand her, with his hand cupped over her mouth. Another shot splattered her neck before the first one had even started rolling down her chest. By the time the third spurt found her skin, the first two had added to the slick coat of sweat and piss on her small breasts.

Phil rocked forward, letting go of her mouth just in time to catch himself against the tree. His other hand was still wrapped around his dick. He wasn’t letting go.

Warm jizz slid down Cherry’s tits, turning her pink nipples white. He might as well have fucked her. She could feel him everywhere, all over her skin. His piss was still wet on her thighs, still pooled in her belly button. His cum traced gooey paths down her chest. The smell of him on her… god, she was like a dumping ground for human aromas.

“Hey Phil.” She touched her fingertips to his thigh, and felt giddy about laying a hand on him. “Let’s go swimming!”

He chuckled quietly and said, “Cherry, it’s after midnight.”

“So what? Are you afraid of sea monsters? We’ll take a raft.”

“No, Cherry.” He looked down when she looked up. “It’s time for bed.”

“Please?” Her voice got all whiny and high, but that usually worked with Daddy. “Pretty-pretty please-please?”

“Cherry, no. Sometimes what we want doesn’t matter. Sometimes the answer is just no.”

“But I’m all covered in piss and cum. Your piss and cum, in case you’ve forgotten.”

“In that case, I guess you’ll have to take a shower.”

Pushing himself away from the tree, he found his boxer shorts and shook off the pine needles.

“Why are you being such a dick? Just come to the lake with me. No one will see us.”

He looked defeated, like he wouldn’t let himself have what he really desired. That sad expression calmed the rage of rejection swelling in Cherry’s cum-soaked breast. Maybe she’d insisted on enough for one day. It was a big accomplishment, getting him to piss all over her, jerk off in front of her, and come on her skin.

Tomorrow she’d make him do more.

“Where are you going?” Phil asked, as she walked away from their site. “Your folks are probably done with the bathroom by now.”

She shivered, thinking about taking a shower where her parents just finished doing the nasty. Her father’s cum could be in there. No thanks.

“I think I’ll go to the public wash station.”

“You’re walking there at night? Alone?”

Cherry laughed. “You’ve never stayed in a campground before, have you? This isn’t the city. It’s totally safe.”

“Still…”

“Don’t worry about me, Phil.” She wrapped her robe around her piss-soaked and cum-stained body. “I’ll be fine on my own.”