Chapter 2

The smell of pine and fresh mountain air filled the inside of my pick-up as I drove up the highway into the mountains.

I glanced over at Shari in the passenger seat, drowsing, and my cock got hard just looking at her again.

She was wearing the same tiny cut-offs she was wearing when me met, the ones that barely covered her slit and left most of her pussy totally exposed. I shook my head in disbelief. What had it been, ten days?

I looked over at Shari, her full breasts barely covered by a flimsy white bare-midriff top. She didn't have a bra on, and her big, sexy nipples were dark against the light fabric.

I felt my cock throbbing in my pants.

We had fucked the day we met, in a little barn at the Home Center I worked at, then spent the next weekend trying the most wonderful sexual things imaginable.

And now we were on the way to Lake Tahoe, to spend the weekend in her folk's cabin.

Shari had been very secretive about what she was bringing. I had a pound of butter, Crisco, Hershey's syrup, raspberry syrup and canned whip cream in my stuff.

WAM. Wet and Messy. It was Shari's secret fetish. God, last weekend she had peed her pants! And I loved it!

My cock was hard again. It had been that way pretty much since morning, as I thought about what was going to happen.

I looked over at Shari. She was so pretty and really innocent looking. But I knew she was also very experimental, and willing to try just about anything. I though of screwing her ass last week, and my cock got even harder.

Shari woke up as we entered the high valley where Lake Tahoe spread out, unbelievably blue, beneath us. She gave me directions and we were pulling up to the cabin only about twenty minutes later.

She reached over and touched my hard cock.

"Poor Paul, you didn't think we were going to have sex or anything like that, did you?"

She grinned lecherously.

Her openness was so sexy. She loved sex and was very comfortable with her kinks.

I hoped this weekend we'd find more of them.

We went into the tiny cabin. It was on a little side street, just a couple of blocks from the lake. The inside was all wood and rustic furniture.

Shari set down her bags on the kitchen table and looked over at me.

"Gee, I have to go pee really bad," she said. She looked down at the linoleum floor of the kitchen, which was connected right to the living room.

"I don't know if I can make it to the bathroom," she said suggestively.

I smiled and knelt in front of her. The last time had turned me on so much I sucked the sodden cunt of her pants. She moaned and moved her pussy towards me. The crotch of her cut-offs was totally insufficient to cover her, and they had slid up inside her slit, leaving her outer pussy lips totally exposed.

She looked at me, her eyes bright with excitement.

"Can I piss on you?" she asked.

My cock gave a lurch. God, Shari was such a hot girl. And she would try anything.

"Sure," I said, kneeling there on the kitchen floor.

She stepped towards me and my face was right in her fragrant little twat. I looked up and saw her big breasts, sagging against the thin material of her blouse.

I leaned backward and she moved her pussy right over my face. I could see her abundant brown pussy hair and even her inner pussy lips, with the tiny strip of jean material pulled up between them.

She sighed and the material was suddenly wet. Then her hot pee was spraying out of her, and right in my face.

I put my mouth on her cunt, sucking and drinking as she urinated, the strong, salty, sexy taste and odor filling my mouth, my face, my nose and pouring down, wetting my clothes with hot piss.

My fingers found her ass and she moaned as I reamed her budding asshole with my fingers. I remembered fucking her ass last weekend, and that turned me on even more.

The pee began to slow and then stop, with only a trickle from her wet pants and pussy still dripping down on me. I sucked and licked her, pushing my tongue along her slit, moving her jeans so I could lick her clit, her pussy, even that wonderful little asshole.

I pulled her widely open and found her little pee-hole, licking it and sucking it. I sucked more urine out of her, and she moaned.

"Oh, God, Paul, that feels wonderful! Suck my piss, please."

I did it again, rewarded with more hot piss in my mouth. I couldn't believe how sexy it was!

And that was just the first ten minutes of our weekend!

We took off our clothes and got in the shower, her lush body rubbing against mine.

"I want to fuck you so badly," I told her as she turned on the warm shower.

"As long as you're going to fuck me," she said, "why don't you fuck me well?"

It took a second, then I began to laugh and so did she. We kissed and she licked my face, shamelessly enjoying the taste of her own pee on my face and mouth and tongue. We kissed, that open, totally uninhibited way we both loved, kissing and sucking and licking each other's mouths, tongues, lips and faces.

She reached down and found my cock.

"Poor Paul," Shari said. 'You seem to have this terrible swelling!"

She smiled wickedly and turned off the shower. She went to her knees, taking my cock into her mouth and sucking it with the same unbelievably erotic abandon she kissed with. I felt her finger at my asshole, and relaxed my butt as she slid a finger deep inside of me.

She rubbed my cock on her face, then sat on the bench built into the shower stall and put my cock between her big, soft tits, rubbing the head of it over her hard nipples.

Then she'd take it in her mouth again, sucking and soaking it, then rubbing it with her hot, excited tits.

I felt myself tighten. I was so fucking excited just thinking about this weekend, and it had already started with a bang. I was about to come.

I bucked as the come hit, and she held my cock, letting me spray all over her face and breasts, then rubbing it and licking it from her hands and from my cock.

She continued until my cock began to soften, then turned back on the shower and we washed and touched and explored each other.

Then we toweled off, dressed and went to mop the kitchen floor.

Shari grinned over at me as she used the mop to clean up the urine.

"Well," she grinned, "that's one wet clean-up and one shower and we just arrived. How messy are we going to be this weekend?"

I smiled.

"Really messy, I hope. You said you had another secret and I've been wondering about it all week."

She smiled secretively and finished cleaning the floor.

We brought the stuff in out of my pick-up. There was a gas barbecue chained on the front porch, and Shari had several bags of groceries.

"It was sure nice of your parents to let us come up here," I told her.

"They're happy I have a boyfriend," she said.

"They don't worry about what we might do up here?" I asked.

She grinned wickedly.

"They know I'm sexually active," she told me. "They walked in on me last year with a high school boyfriend, screwing on the couch. They know what I'm going to do up here."

I grinned. It wasn't as if I thought she was virgin. Virgins don't do the things Shari seemed to love.

"So they know their little daughter is getting lucky?"

She looked at me and her eyes got soft.

"Finding you, I got very, very lucky."

We kissed again, slowly and softly, enjoying each other. I sat down on a kitchen chair, (I'm just over six feet and she's a little over five, so we don't match real well standing up) and Shari slid into my lap.

She'd put back on the little white top and I felt her boobs through it. They were so soft and heavy, and she moaned.

"I love having my breasts touched," she said. "I loved the feeling of your cock against them."

I slid my hand under her ass. After the shower she'd put on a pair of bright pink bike shorts and I felt her through them.

"Mmmmm," I said. "Bike shorts. I remember last weekend."

She smiled up at me provocatively.

"Last weekend was just the appetizer. This weekend is the main course.

My cock hardened against her. Shit, after what had happened last weekend, this weekend was going to be amazing.

"I want to fuck your ass again," I told her. She nodded.

"I want you to, Paul. I want to be your little slut for the whole weekend. Anything you'd like to try. I'm your available, and very nasty, little trollop."

I kissed her, kneading her ass and sliding up into her crotch. She moaned as I touched her through the thin fabric.

"Shit, I love feeling you up," I told her. "I love touching you through your clothes. It's so erotic."

She nodded, and kissed me.

"Tell me what you want and I'll do it, Paul. Any fantasy you have."

"I peed my pants" she went on, "and that's one of my fantasies. And you helped me. You ate my piss-wet cunt, and I loved it. You fucked my ass, hard and deep, and I loved it so much. I want to do anything you'd like."

My prick was so hard. I had no idea what I wanted to do to her, but the fact she had given me carte blanche was really sexy.

"I like that," I told her. "I love the fact I can do anything I want to your hot little body."

She moaned, obviously turned on by the fact as well. I slid my fingers along her shorts, finding her slit and touching her, sliding my fingers along her pussy through the thin shorts.

"I love that," she said. "I love that you're going to make me wet and don't care. God, I loved when you ripped my clothes and ass-fucked me with all that oil."

"I love the fact you tell me all this," I said, kissing her wetly, feeling her own wet, hot tongue and mouth exploring mine.

"Oh, God, Paul, you're getting me so turned on. I wanted to take our time and have fun, but now I just want you to fuck me."

I gently pushed her off my lap and stood up. She looked at me nervously.

"Did I say something wrong?" she asked, worried.

I smiled and shook my head.

"No, but you're right. We have to make the bed and get settled in. I'm just going to take every opportunity I get to touch you and make you really turned on, and you can't touch me, because I'm a guy and I'm weak and might fuck you. But I'm not going to fuck you until you are wet and crying with passion."

Her brown eyes got big.

"Damn, that sounds sexy," she said. "Is that one of your fantasies?"

I shook my head. I'd actually just thought of it.

"No," I said. "But it means we can get settled in and that I can touch you all I want. That sounds like a pretty good plan."

She grinned sexily and we started putting away the food. As she was leaning into the fridge, I slipped my hand between her legs and felt her up. I loved that feeling and apparently so did she, since she spread her legs so I could get to her more easily.

Then we went upstairs to the main bedroom. The bed was stripped and Shari wiggled her eyebrows sexily as she took out a plastic mattress pad. I helped her put it on the bed.

"Now we put on the lambs-wool pad," she said, pulling it out. "Don't look, it's stained."

"Not as stained as it's going to be," I said and she smiled.

We managed to get the bed made without falling into it. I did push her face down and crawl onto her, moving my cock against her ample little ass through our clothes, but then we got up and went downstairs.

She shivered as she sat on the couch.

"Jesus, Paul, you have me so turned on I'm trembling," she said. "How long are you going to do this?"

I sat on the couch and kissed her, pulling so hard on her blouse it tore with a very sexy sound.

"Oh, shit," she said. "I love when you do that."

I smiled. God, Shari was so open. She simply enjoyed, and didn't mind sharing it with me.

I pulled her to me again, kissing her roughly. She responded, sucking and kissing me hard, and pressing her body against mine.

Then I pushed her back, and stood up.

"That's enough, Shari. You don't get yours till later."

"Oh, shit, Paul. I never thought being rejected could be so sexy."

She smiled up at me and spread her legs. There was already a spot of damp over her pussy and she slid her fingers down, pushing on her twat through the thin material.

"If you won't satisfy me," she said with an exaggerated, little-girl pout, "then maybe I'll have to satisfy myself."

She began to touch herself, openly masturbating right there in front of me. I sat on the couch and watched.

"Damn, girl, that is really sexy."

Her fingers began to move more deeply, rubbing her pussy in little circular motions. The fabric got darker as her pussy grew moist.

"Shit, you're getting wet," I said softly. "God damn, that is so sexy."

She closed her eyes and began to frig herself, hard and fast. She moaned, and the fabric got even wetter as her excitement grew.

She began to arch and her fingers blurred as she frigged at her cunt, then she grunted and came. She kept moving her hands, pleasuring herself, until she had another small orgasm.

Shari relaxed and put her wet fingers to her mouth, licking them as I watched.

"Mmmmm," she said. "That was nice."

"That was fun to watch," I told her. "Now I'm really turned on."

She got up off the couch and leered at me. "Well, lets see how long you can go without getting off," she said, and headed into the kitchen.

I followed her, grabbing her and spinning her around. She fought and giggled and moaned as I pushed her against the wall and felt her up. I found her blouse and ripped it again.

"Oh, shit, yes!" Shari said. I felt up her breasts, roughly, and she moaned as I took a tit into my mouth and roughly sucked and gently bit it.

"Oh, shit, Paul. I really like it rough."

That got my cock really hard. I pushed my hand down her tight shorts. She had her legs together and I had to force my hand between them as she struggled.

Her pussy was dripping wet, and I pushed my fingers up her cunt hole and she cried out.

"Oh, Jesus, yes, Paul. Oh, Christ!"

I kissed her. She tried to keep her mouth closed and I took one her breasts, squeezing it hard. She moaned and opened her mouth, not responding at all at first, as if unwilling, then starting to warm up to my rough advances.

I was frigging her wet cunt, and she had an orgasm, tightening on my fingers hard as the strong contraction gripped her.

I pulled my fingers out of her and turned my hand over, gripping the light fabric covering her twat and ripping it open.

She came all over the back of my hand, soaking it.

"Oh, God, yes," she whispered throatily.

I pushed he backwards to the couch and threw her down on it. I slid my jeans around my ankles and crawled on top of her as she writhed and struggled.

My cock found her wet folds and I searched for her bucking little pussy. I found it and slid deep inside of her.

Shari moaned in pleasure.

I began fucking her, hard and deep, so deep I was bumping the back of her little vagina. She moaned and cursed and cried as I fucked her.

Then I pulled out and grabbed her roughly, turning her onto her stomach.

Her little asshole was puckered and I slid my hand over her wet cunt and wet her ass.

Then I put my cock to it and started to push.

"Oh, no, please!" she cried. "It'll hurt!"

I immediately backed off, and Shari turned to look at me.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"You said it would hurt," I told her, realizing only then that she was playing.

"What am I supposed to say, silly?" she said, as she started to giggle. "Fuck my virgin unwilling ass? I love it?"

I started to laugh and soon I was laying on her, both of us with tears streaming down our faces as we were seized with yet another paroxysm of laughter.

We laughed and kissed and kissed and laughed.

"Oh, God!" she cried. "I was so turned on. Then I beg you to stop and YOU DID! You're supposed to ignore my pleas!"

"I thought you changed your mind or something!" I said, wiping the tears from my eyes.

"Oh, God, you were so nice!" she said, another gale of giggles bursting from her. "You were raping me, but you didn't want to hurt me!"

She kissed me, both sweetly and hungrily.

"God," I told her, "I really wanted to fuck your ass, too!"

We laughed again and finally had to get up and move around, trying to stop laughing. Then our eyes would meet and we would begin to laugh helplessly again.

Finally the humor slowly subsided and I shook my head.

"I'm sorry. I misunderstood. I thought no meant no."

She nodded, then shook her head. "No, John, no meant yes. Yes meant yes. I love having my ass played with and you putting your cock in it was the most exciting thing I have ever felt."

"Well, I'll be glad to finish raping you as soon as we can quit laughing."

That struck us both as funny, and we were off laughing again.

I was sitting at the kitchen table when Shari came downstairs. She had changed, into a pair of holed, worn, skin tight jeans and a soft satiny bright red top that fell from her breasts invitingly.

She posed. She even wore high heels, very high, and I remembered my interest last weekend.

"Wow," I said, adjusting my cock. "I think my foot fetish is back."

"My feet are tiny," she said. "I wear a five and a half."

"They're pretty," I told her. "It makes me want to suck your toes."

She smiled prettily and went to the refrigerator. Twenty minutes later, I had the table set and was opening the wine and Shari was serving us small but very thick broiled steaks and fresh steamed vegetables.

I raised my wineglass to her and she smiled as she touched mine with hers.

"To possibilities," I said and she looked positively smoldering as she sipped her wine.

She put down her glass and leaned toward me, looking right into my eyes.

"Anything is possible," she said.

We ate and talked about the cabin and the "rape." Shari admitted she she often masturbated over something like this, being forced to do all the terrible, nasty, disgusting things that she really wanted and enjoyed doing.

"Dinner is perfect," I told her, and she smiled.

"Thank you, sir. I eat healthy, despite my girth."

"I like your girth," I told her.

"I loved the rough sex," she said. "It really turned me on."

I nodded.

"Yeah, me too, except I was afraid I'd hurt you."

"Don't worry next time. If you really hurt me, I'll let you know."

"How?" I asked, wondering how to tell her fake pleas from real ones.

She smiled gently.

"Because I'll rip off your balls and stuff them down your throat," she said.

I grabbed my crotch in mock horror. Shari chuckled, but it was a throaty, sexy chuckle that seemed to come all the way up from her cunt.

"I wanted an early dinner," she said, "so we would have all the rest of the evening for each other."

"Sounds marvelous," I told her.

It did. Last weekend we had so worn ourselves out Saturday and Saturday night that Sunday we just lazed around and recuperated. We managed to have sex once more, but it was just sex, simple and no frills.

I smiled.

"What are you smiling at," she asked.

"I thought of when we had sex last Sunday, when we were so tired. I was thinking it was "just" sex, because we didn't do anything else."

She looked at me, her expression open and inviting.

"This weekend is not "just" sex," she said. "This weekend is good, hard, nasty, play whatever game you like and who the fuck cares, tell me your nastiest fantasy and we'll make it real, let's get down and dirty sex."

"Wow," I said, trying to cover the erotic wave that just washed over me, "my favorite kind!"

She laughed and I joined her.

"You're so easy to talk to," I told her.

She got up from the table, putting the plates by the sink and refilling our wine glasses. She reached for my hand and led me to the couch.

We sat down and sipped our wine and looked at each other.

"So if I'm so easy to talk to, tell me what you want to do," she said, looking at me brazenly.

"What's your secret, the one you mentioned last week?" I countered.

She smiled and shrugged.

"It's a couple of things," she told me. "One was what we did when we arrived."

"A golden shower?" I asked.

She nodded.

"Yeah, but it didn't come out like I wanted. What I really want is you to pee on me, or make me pee myself in your lap, when we're both fully dressed.

I could feel my cock hardening again as I thought of that, and her ability to tell me.

"I think it's so sexy, so erotic, that you tell me these things. The thought of you peeing in my lap is really sexy.

She smiled. Again, she seemed relieved I was not just open to but excited by her little fetishes.

"I call them your kinks," I told her, "your little kinks. I have kinks too, like how much I love to suck and lick your ass. And sucking the piss out of you earlier. I really liked that."

Shari smiled at the memory.

"Yeah, I liked that too. It felt wonderful and kind of scary. You can suck my pee-hole anytime you want."

I smiled. Before last week, I would have been disgusted, even grossed out, at the thought.

Now it just seemed really sexy.

"I loved it when you fucked my ass," Shari said. "My pussy too, but I've never had my ass fucked and it felt better than I'd ever imagined."

I nodded.

"I've jacked off thinking about that all week," I admitted.

This interested her.

"What else have you jacked off over?" she asked.

"Fucking your pussy," I told her. She waited for more and I inhaled deeply.

"You wetting your pants and me sucking it. That was really sexy."

"What else?" she asked.

"Our first time, all hot and sweaty. Licking your asshole: I love that. Ripping your clothes, making you messy, just fucking like animals and not caring about anything."

Shari nodded.

"I like that about you," she said. "You get horny and just go for it. None of this "euuuw, that's nasty" or "romantic" garbage. I mean, you really are romantic, but you don't let that get in the way of a good fuck."

I nodded. The wild, uninhibited sex was just amazing.

I thought of something, then hesitated. Suddenly I knew exactly how Shari felt, sharing her secrets and being afraid of being rejected.

"Remember when we were in the shower last week?"

Shari giggled.

"Which time?" she smiled. "I think we took, like, fifteen showers."

I smiled and nodded.

"I had my finger in your ass, several fingers in fact, and you asked if you were dirty," I said.

She nodded, smiling at the memory.

"Yeah, I wanted you to ass fuck me right there. Why? Was I?"

I shook my head.

"No, you were clean. But there was a moment when I wished you weren't. There was this fleeting though of touching your shit up inside of you."

She looked interested, which was better than disgusted, as I had feared.

"So, you want to put your fingers in my shit-filled ass?"

Shari smiled, interested.

I nodded.

"I think so. I'm not sure," I told her honestly. I grinned at her. "I had a fleeting thought of barfing my guts out when I went down on your pants last week when you were peeing them."

She laughed delightedly.

"Really?"

"Yeah, and then it tasted great. So I don't know. Scat might be sexy or it might just be really gross."

She nodded her understanding.

"What about fucking my shit filled ass?"

Her voice was tight, and I realized it turned her on. My penis hardened at the thought.

"I don't know if I'd like it," I told her honestly, "but my penis thinks it's a great idea."

"Well, I was going to go to the bathroom, but I think I'll wait," she said with a secretive smile.

"I guess I can tell you my other little secret," she said.

"You're into it?" I asked, both relieved and very excited.

She nodded.

"I often finger-fuck my ass when I'm masturbating. I love the feel of being full, of touching my shit. Yeah, it's sick and gross, but I have been known to lick my fingers afterwards."

I looked at Shari, both slightly shocked and more than slightly turned on. Oh, my god...

"Would you shit your panties for me some day?" I blurted out.

Yeah, I admit it's a weird fantasy. But I do know that one of the things I was thinking about when I first looked at her marvelous, half naked ass was a fleeting thought of her losing it in her pants.

"I'd love to," she said, her voice still almost raspy with passion. "I've done it myself and masturbated over it. I never thought I would find someone who would actually ask me to."

She moved towards me and we kissed, passionately yet with something more. I kissed and held her, loving her big frame in my arms, her softness, her total lack of inhibition and yet her very real sweetness as a person.

I pulled back and looked at her.

"I have a little secret too," I told her. "I am really falling hard for you."

Her reaction surprised me. Tears suddenly welled up in her eyes and she smiled and grabbed me, kissing me all over my face.

"Oh, god, yes, Paul. Yes. I am too, but I was afraid to say anything. I didn't want to turn from slut kitten to expecting a relationship just like that."

"We already have a relationship," I told her. "I've been more honest with you than I've ever been with anyone in my life. And I know telling me some of the things you've told me wasn't easy. It took a lot of trust."

She nodded, wiping at her tears.

"Yeah, but great sex doesn't mean a great relationship, Paul. We hardly know each other."

I nodded.

"Well, I didn't say let's get married tomorrow," I said. "But I already deeply care for you and I thought you should know."

She looked at me with her moist eyes.

"I care for you too, a lot. I guess that's why I went so crazy that first day. I don't just fuck guys like that. But there was something about you..."

I took her in his arms and kissed her. We went from loving to passionate very quickly, and Shari pulled away.

"Does this mean we have to have sex again?" she whined in her little girl voice.

I laughed and grabbed her, tickling her. She began to giggle and struggle, and I held her down, my tickling fingers touching her sexy flesh and becoming groping hands.

Shari moaned. I slid my hands over her body. She was beginning to sweat from her excitement. We'd been playing a lot, but she hadn't gotten a really good orgasm yet, and she was already getting the crotch of her jeans damp.

Her worn jeans had a hole in them, high in the thigh, and I slipped my fingers inside and tore them. She grunted in pleasure, and we rolled to the floor.

I slid my hand inside the hole. I was surprised to find panties, and slid my finger under the crotch of them and into her hot, wet pussy. She moaned as I finger-fucked her.

"I have to go to the bathroom," she said. "Please, don't make me go here."

I looked up at her and she was smiling wickedly. So I continued to grope her, sliding my fingers along her tight slit and finding the crack of her ass.

"No, please," she begged. "I'm virgin!"

I found her ass and she tightened her butt, making it hard to get to her ass. Her pussy was just creaming, whitish fluid dripping from her, and I slid my hand over her wet cunt and then back up into her ass crack.

Shari moaned and fought. As she did so, I used my free hand to tear her jeans more. They ripped easily and Shari moaned at the sound.

"Oh, fuck, yes. Rip them. I love it."

She relaxed slightly and I got her asshole. She tried to tighten, but it was too late.

I rubbed her very puckered ass and then drove my finger inside of her.

Shit! Literally. She was full of it, soft and so fucking sexy. I couldn't believe it, nor how turned on it made me.

"You're full of shit," I told her. I moved my finger in it, feeling the hot, yielding stuff in her.

"Oh, Christ," I said, "my finger is buried in your shit!"

She arched as she orgasmed. The contraction moved her shit against my finger and I felt her ass open slightly. My arm was wet by her pussy, now getting really creamy.

Creamy. I liked that word.

"You're creaming," I said, finding her pussy with my other hand. "You're coming and you're creaming and your ass is pushing out with every come. You're about to shit your pants and that turns me on so much!"

She moaned and pulled my head down to her crotch.

"Oh, Christ, Paul, fuck me. Do anything you want to me. Make me shit, I'd love it. Oh, god, I have to pee. OH, JESUS!!"

An orgasm hit, hard, and she almost sat straight up as the spasm hit. I saw her white panties, still partially over her cunt, go dark and then the urine flowed through the fabric. My fingers were inundated with urine and her torn pants went dark. I put my mouth on her panties and sucked and drank her urine as it flowed though.