Rest Stop at Pee Story

Rest Stop

"Anything," she said. "You can do anything, as long as you do this first?"

She had to be nuts, I thought, but I was game for anything. After all, this was a beautiful fucking woman. You know, long blond hair, big tits and great ass--the works, and hitching a ride in a blouse and skirt--interesting woman.

We got out of the rig and stepped into the grass off U.S. 40, just north of Baltimore. I'm not usually a shy guy when it comes to taking a piss, but I found myself looking both ways for I don't know what, and we went a little farther away from the highway than I usually go. The blonde, Tina, I think she called herself, was so fucking eager, her mouth was slobbering. Yeah, sure, she was going to teach me a new thrill. As soon as we were just out of sight to most of the highway, the bitch goes down on her knees, looks up at me wide-eyed and she started to grab for my fly.

Go to it kid, I thought. By the time she got to my cock, the seven inches were standing at attention. She put her mouth over the head, just once. Then she lay back and lifted up her skirt. No pants. just a beautiful, blond thicket of snatch grass and the open flower of her inner pussy lips.

I went down on my knees, thinking I was going to get one quick and magnificent fuck.

"Now pee on it," she said.

"What?"

She had warned me, but it still came as a shock. "Pee on it," she said. "After that you can fuck my ass, my face, my pussy. Anything you want." Sure I heard about this shit, but it still didn't register, and in all my years on the road, it never happened to me up until that point. My cock went a little soft, but hey--ever try to take a piss with a rock hard on?

"Come on, come on," she said, her eyes widening hard like she was some kind of demon. The look got to me, and I found myself realizing I had to piss a lot worse than I thought I did.

"Piss right on it. Right on the pussy," she said, and she gritted her teeth.

I think that was it. That look. She was so excited, I couldn't hold back. Last nights beer came gushing out like a fire-hose had suddenly opened. The first stream hit her on the belly and splattered right and left. I got my direction a little better bringing the stream to her pussy grass, then dead on to the middle of her cunt. I found myself getting closer, wanting to fill her with piss.

She screamed and bucked her ass off the ground, writhing this way and that. Her teeth gritted, then her mouth opened, her tongue lolled. "Yes, yes, yes," she said. "Now, mouth, mouth, mouth."

No way to miss the clothes, I thought, as the stream went over her skirt and saturated her white polo shirts so the nipples and aureoles of her tits showed though. I aimed straight for her mouth, and she slitted her eyes.

"Yes. Here. Here." Her mouth was wide open, her tongue out. The stream of golden piss went over her chin, then directly into her mouth, and she rolled her tongue as if she could taste last-nights beer.

"Hah-ah-hah." She breathed out hard. Then when my piss filled her mouth, she swallowed, letting the stream hit her face for a moment. "Krosser, Krosser," she growled out, like she was some kind of fucking vampire. I think she meant closer and I brought my cock almost all the way to her lips. Her eyes opened wide and red. She looked so ferocious, I thought she was going to bite my fucking cock off, but I kept peeing and peeing, and every time I filled her mouth, she swallowed again. I peed harder and harder, excited by the way she wanted it. Finally the stream slowed, then spurted out twice. While I waited for the third spurt, she grabbed my cock and pulled it into my mouth.

The son of a bitching cock, was down to three inches, thick and soft, and she took it all the way in mouth, sucking on it, like she thought she could get more piss out of me, or maybe it was cum she wanted now.

What happened over the next ten minutes or so, was good stuff, but I kept thinking about peeing on her, and it made me excited when my cum spurted all over her face.

When we got back into the rig, I had to open the windows and turn off the air, because she smelled so bad.

"You say you're going to Philly?"

"Yeah," she said absently.

"Can we meet again sometime."

"Maybe she said. But I get to piss on you next time."

Not me, I thought. Then I thought about her, and how much she liked it.

"You staying in Philly long."

She smiled over at me. "Long enough to take a pee."

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