The warm summer breeze carried the faint aroma of piss as I stepped into Abby's backyard. My heart raced with anticipation at the thought of what was about to unfold. I scanned the area, my eyes falling upon a familiar figure lying on a towel by the pool. It was Pina Peach, my best friend since college, soaking up the sun with her gorgeous curves on full display.
I grinned and closed the distance between us. Without warning, I knelt between her legs and slipped off her bikini bottoms, revealing her luscious bottom half naked. My friend let out a surprised yelp, but didn't protest as I positioned myself over her face and lowered my pants, her nose just mere inches away from my exposed sex.
"What are you doing, Abby?" she asked, her voice shaking with excitement and fear.
"I'm going to push your head into my pussy while I pee, Pina," I replied, my voice low and seductive. "Just relax and enjoy it."
Her eyes widened in surprise, but she nodded her understanding. I leaned forward, pressing my hot, moist pussy against her lips. As I felt the warmth of her breath on my wetness, I knew she was ready for me.
With a deep breath, I began to pee, hot streams of urine pouring down onto Pina's face and into her eagerly awaiting mouth. Her tongue darted out, tasting the sweet, salty mix of my fluids as she began to lap at my pussy greedily.
"That's it, Pina," I moaned, my hips thrusting against her face. "Drink it all up."
She obediently took more of my piss into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing with each swallow. I watched in a mixture of awe and lust as my friend worshiped me like this, giving in to her secret fetish for being pissed on.
As my orgasm began to build, I held myself above her face, letting the last drops of my pee fall onto her eagerly waiting tongue. She sucked at my swollen clit, drawing out every last bit of pleasure from me.
"Oh god, Pina!" I cried out, my body shaking with the force of my climax. "I'm cumming!"
And with that, I collapsed onto her, my weight pinning her beneath me. Our breaths came ragged and heavy, our hearts still racing from the intensity of the moment.
"I loved that, Abby," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you."
I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close as we lay there basking in the afterglow of our shared experience. It was one of those moments that defied explanation, where boundaries blurred and desires took control. And in that vulnerable space, I knew that no matter what the future held, we would always have these intimate moments to cherish.
