The Summer of '89

I felt an odd and very powerful combination of outrage, arousal, and helplessness! I could have moved, but my desire wouldn't let me, and I knelt there and let my cousin continue to piss on me. My own arousal had enslaved me to her. After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably no more than three or four seconds, I finally began to come to my senses and react.

I opened my mouth to say something to her, but she directed her stream right into my mouth and hissed at me to shut up. In utter shock, I clamped my mouth and eyes shut as the hot flow splashed all over my clenched lips, some going up my nose.

Her piss rolled around in my closed mouth as she continued to piss on my face. I was shocked at the taste — a little salty and pungent, but mostly, well, sweet! I had piss in my mouth and it tasted GOOD to me! I suddenly felt I had no choice but to swallow, and I did, and that was the first time I ever drank someone else's piss, let alone right in front of them.

Suddenly the flow of hot piss all over my face stopped. I opened my eyes and saw that she was quite flushed. She'd even stopped snapping her gum, but she didn't seem the slightest bit embarrassed about her naked pussy being available to my gawking eyes.

Looking down at me she spoke awkwardly, "You... you... drank it, didn't you? I can't believe I just saw you drink my piss!" Then she sneered, "Open your mouth again, or I'll tell your Mom everything. I swear." The amused smirk from before had given way to something much more serious and dangerous on her beautiful face. She seemed so powerful and irresistible.

I opened my mouth, and she moved her hips forward and down so that her stiff clit just touched my upper lip, her pussy hair tickling my nose. Over the strong stench of her urine, I could smell the sweet strains of her wet pussy more strongly than ever. I felt some of her girl-juice starting to flow from the lips of her pussy. I'd never experienced anything so powerfully erotic or beautiful in my entire life.

Then the pissing resumed. Most of her piss went right into my open, waiting mouth. The rest sprayed all over my lips, chin, cheeks, and neck.

This time I forced myself to keep my eyes open so that I would not miss any of this spectacle. Some droplets splashed up into my eyes, and it stung, but I quickly blinked and reopened my eyes. Extreme humiliation overcame me, and my cheeks grew hot with the stinging degradation. When her piss filled my mouth, I gulped it down, and I savored what it was like to have another person's waste in my body.

She gawked in surprise as she continued to witness me voluntarily drinking her nasty piss like it was delicious. The look on her face clearly showed she was basking in every second of this ultimate stroke to her ego.

Eventually, her piss slowed to a trickle, dribbled over my chest, and then on my pants, and finally to the floor. She looked down at me, and that smirk returned to her face. But this time, it also had a touch of awe in it, like she couldn't believe that she had just made me drink piss.

We stayed in that position for a moment, staring at each other, each breathing heavily, and then she sprayed one last little squirt onto my face and smiled.

The passion that held me like a prisoner while my cousin pissed on me now forced me to the initiative. I grabbed Angie by her hips and buried my face in her piss-laden pussy, fervently kissing her as though I was kissing the love of my life on the mouth. She surprised me a little by not resisting at all. In fact, after a few seconds, when I began opening my mouth and tongue-kissing her, she began grinding her pussy into my face.

It felt like I was drowning in her pissy come as I lapped hungrily away at her lips and swollen clit. Then she grabbed my hair and pulled hard as she bucked into my face and came in my mouth. It hurt like hell, but even if I were inclined to yell, her pussy would have totally muffled my cries anyway!

It looked like she was literally biting her tongue as her face contorted in orgasmic pleasure and she fucked my face for all it was worth. Her hips bucked forcefully into my face while I strained to keep my mouth open to accommodate her coming pussy. Cream seemed to just pour out of her and I swallowed it as my mouth would fill, feeling each spasm and jerk of her hips as she came. Finally, her orgasm began to ebb, and she began to release her commanding grip on my hair. I felt like a human dildo and toilet.

When she finished coming, she pushed me away and began wiping herself. Her urgency suggested she was beginning to feel the same panicky awareness of my parents that I had. Her manner began to relax as she pulled on her pants, though. As she turned to go upstairs, she looked back at me, smiled, and whispered, "Just marking my property, Brad. I know you understand. Don't forget to clean up all that piss," pointing to the floor. Then she winked at me and disappeared up the steps.

I knelt there in disbelief. I couldn't believe that I was wearing my cousin's piss and that there was even more sloshing around in my stomach. I wondered if I might get sick. I began to notice that when I exhaled, faint strains of ammonia stung my nose. I felt like a human toilet, and the feeling is extremely low.

Yet, in spite of the deep degradation, I began to feel euphoric. I felt a complete release in this degrading worship of my cousin. It was as though some deep hidden monster in both of us had finally been released. I still had not come, and the tremendous amounts of hormones rushing through my system seemed downright painful! In the privacy of the moment, I felt my last trace of dignity break, and I gave in completely to the impact of what I had done: that I was by nature my cousin's inferior, servicing and worshipping her while letting her use my mouth as her personal toilet.

I was so overcome by the erotic, hot, stinging shame of it that I quickly pulled off my own pants, and knelt right back down in the same spot where she had just pissed on me. Then I leaned forward and began to kiss the cellar floor where she had stood. There was now a puddle of her piss there, and I dipped my lips into the rank fluid over and over again as I pulled on my maddeningly stiff prick.

Then, as an act of final self-degradation, I opened my mouth and began to lick her now cold piss up off the cellar floor. I extended my tongue completely until I could feel the cold polished cement all the way to the base of my tongue as I licked up her piss, along with a good deal of cellar floor dirt. When I began to think about how Angie would react if she could see THAT, and the look of arrogant, laughing triumph on her face, I blew cum everywhere. The feeling was so intense I actually passed out briefly, and came to to find I had laid my head on the cellar floor in the shallow pool of Angie's piss.

With the release of all that orgasmic pressure came a wash of shame that was so intense I didn't think I could bear it. I was sure that I could never look anyone in my family straight in the eyes again, least of all sweet Angie.

I wiped up the remainder of Angie's piss with some towels and cleaned the floor with water from the washer. Then I stripped my own piss-soaked clothes, and put on sweats hot out of the dryer. About a half-hour after that, the cellar door opened and Angie's voice called down to me.

"Brad, I'm headed down to the boardwalk now! You comin'?"

I couldn't tell if the slight amusement I heard in her voice was real or imagined, but I was shocked at how upbeat and friendly she sounded. I got the impression she really wanted me to come with her. It filled my heart with such delight that I reversed my original plan to blow off the boardwalk and stay home to try to get a grip on everything that had just happened.

"OK," I called up a bit tentatively, "can you give me 15 minutes?"