Mia stepped out onto the back porch in nothing but an old tank top and panties, the summer night air thick and warm against her skin. The yard was dark except for the faint glow from the kitchen window. She had been holding it for hours, too lazy to walk all the way to the bathroom, and the pressure between her legs was getting unbearable. She glanced around once, saw no lights on at the neighbors, and hooked her thumbs into her panties, yanking them down to her knees.
She squatted right there on the grass, spread her thighs wide, and let go. A hot, steady stream hissed out of her, splashing loudly against the dirt and soaking the ground. The relief felt so fucking good she moaned out loud. Her piss kept coming, strong and steady, pooling under her and running in little rivulets toward the flower bed. She reached down with two fingers and spread her pussy lips wider so she could watch the golden stream arc out of her.
That was when she heard the low voice from the fence line. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
She didn’t stop. Instead she looked up and saw Jake, her neighbor, leaning on the wooden fence, his eyes locked between her legs. His hand was already rubbing the front of his shorts. Mia grinned, kept pissing, and said, “You like watching girls piss in the yard?”
“Keep going,” he growled. “Don’t stop.”
She finished with a few last spurts, shook her hips, and stood up, panties still around her knees. Her inner thighs were wet. Jake climbed over the fence in one smooth motion and crossed the grass fast. He grabbed her by the hips, spun her around, and bent her over the wooden picnic table. The wood was rough under her palms.
He yanked her tank top up over her tits and shoved two fingers straight into her cunt. She was already soaked, half from piss, half from how turned on she was. “You’re dripping,” he muttered, pumping his fingers hard. “You got off on pissing out here like a dirty little slut.”
Mia pushed back on his hand. “Yeah. Now fuck me.”
Jake didn’t waste time. He freed his cock, thick and already leaking, and slammed it into her in one thrust. The table creaked. He fucked her rough and fast, balls slapping against her, one hand gripping her hair, the other reaching around to rub her clit. Every time he bottomed out she felt another little trickle of piss escape her, mixing with the mess running down her legs.
“Piss on my cock while I fuck you,” he ordered.
She bore down and let another short stream go. It splashed over his shaft and balls. Jake groaned like he was losing his mind and fucked her even harder. The wet sounds were filthy—skin slapping, her piss and juices squelching around his cock.
He pulled out, dropped to his knees behind her, and buried his face between her cheeks, tongue lapping at her dripping pussy and asshole. “Tastes like you,” he rasped, then stood again and drove back inside her. Mia came hard, legs shaking, another spurt of piss forced out of her by the orgasm.
Jake wasn’t done. He flipped her onto her back on the table, spread her legs wide, and aimed his cock at her open cunt. “Piss for me again while I jerk off on you.”
She relaxed and let a steady golden stream arc up from her pussy. It hit his cock and stomach. Jake stroked himself fast, eyes locked on the sight, and shot thick ropes of cum all over her piss-wet slit and belly. He kept stroking until he was empty, then rubbed the head of his cock through the mess, smearing it around.
They stayed like that for a minute, breathing hard, the grass cool under their feet when they finally stood. Mia’s tank top was twisted around her neck, panties long gone somewhere in the dirt. Jake grabbed her ass and pulled her in for a rough kiss.
“Next time,” he said against her mouth, “I want you to squat on my face while you do it.”
Mia smiled, already feeling the heat building again.
“Then come back tomorrow night.”
