The reader is advised to read Part 1 to get the context.

Having completed that very wet ‘escapade’ in the bath tub, it was easy for us to turn the Shower on, and plenty of Hot water and body wash soon had us squeaky clean. Sandy needed to wash her hair as it had got a bit soaked, and I could not resist caressing her body as she attended to it. Warm, soapy water on her breasts and nipples felt sublime, and despite the intense orgasms I had already experienced, my cock remained at a respectable half-mast.

Sandy agreed to spend the night. I cooked a quick cheese omelette for us as we had not yet eaten, and later in the evening, after a few more glasses of wine, we retired to bed. I needed to change the bedsheets first; Sandy had made a huge wet patch earlier. The mattress was a bit damp, so I turned it over. We were both a bit ‘shagged out’, and there appeared to be no prospect of further hanky-panky other than a few kisses and cuddles.

We lay together in bed talking for a long time. I was very curious about Sandy’s ‘wet kink’ and after some time plucked up the courage to ask about it. “How did you get into, er… what we did in the tub?” I asked.

“Were you shocked?” she asked.

“No, just a bit surprised. I have never done it before.”

“But you liked it?”

“Hell yes, far more than I would have imagined!”

“Good, I was worried you would be turned off. It is not something with universal appeal.”

Sandy was silent for a while, and I pressed on. “So, how did it start?”

After another pause Sandy replied, “My cousin. I grew up in Kenya. My Dad and his brother ran a farm and my cousin Mattia and I were of similar age.”

I was puzzled. “Mattia? Odd name.”

“It is an Italian name, like mine. Matty and I had hundreds of acres of bush to play in. When we needed a pee it was too far to the house to go back and we just peed in the bush. I was about six years old and was curious about boys peeing so eventually I persuaded him to let me see. I was fascinated. Then of course he wanted to see me pee so I crouched down and did it. It became second nature to us and we lost all shyness, just peed in front of each other whenever nature required it. Then Matty’s Dad got his own farm and we moved apart, but years later when I was a teenager Matty’s family moved back to our region. Matty was now a strapping young man. We still loved each other’s company and hung out together a lot, and I started to get very attracted to him. He became my first boyfriend. Because we were cousins we kept it secret but I suspect our families knew that we were getting very close. They did not seem to mind.

One day we went for a long walk in the bush, retracing some of our favourite places where we had used to play. Matty needed to pee and started to go behind a bush. I teased him and told him I had seen it all before. He was embarrassed but I insisted, and he reluctantly took his willy out. Our relationship was very innocent, just kissing and cuddling. We hadn’t done anything really sexual, so I had not seen his grownup cock – I was amazed at how huge it now was compared to the little nubbin I had seen before when we were kids. He started to pee, and as I watched I got very turned on – I could feel my panties getting wet…”

This talk was getting me very excited. I was lying on my back, and my cock had assumed flagpole position. Sandy noticed it and gently wrapped her hand around the shaft, and continued talking.

“As I watched I saw Matty’s cock getting bigger, and the stream of pee was now arcing up into the air. I could not resist and reached out and held his cock while he peed. That made him stop almost instantly and his cock hardened. I had never touched a boy there before.”

Sandy’s hand was now moving slowly up and down on my cock, and her gaze was firmly on it, as if she was mesmerised.

“Matty was so excited that I was touching him. He reached down and put his hand over mine and started to move my hand to and fro on him, up and down the shaft. Some of his pee got on my hand, and I liked it, it was so warm and exciting. But he soon stopped peeing — his cock was swelling even harder and I was so turned on feeling the strength of it in my hand. He took his hand off mine and urged me to continue jerking him. He told me to go faster and started moaning and breathing hard and then he gasped and I felt him pulsing and throbbing in my hand. I paused but he gasped “Don’t stop!” Suddenly I saw thick white stuff shooting out of his cock; long spurts that splatted on the dusty ground — I knew the basics of Sex but had never seen anything like this. It was so exciting!”

Abruptly Sandy giggled and let go of my cock. “That’s enough you dirty boy. Shame on you getting so turned on by tales of me wanking boys off in the bush!”

“Oh Jesus,” I groaned, “I was nearly coming. Is that story true, or were you just teasing me?”

“Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t,” she replied, and gave me a kiss on the lips. “Time for sleep.” Sandy said, and pulled the duvet up over us, turned on her side with her back to me, and within minutes she was asleep.

I lay next to her, my cock still very hard, imagining innocent young Sandy wanking Matty’s cock; her very first cock. I wondered of it had been bigger than mine, and if he was as prodigious in sperm volume as I was. I also pictured her, imagined her teenage body — had her breasts developed? Were they even puffier than they were now? Was Matty her first fuck?

I tried thinking about other things – the image of Mrs O’Riley popped into my head. I considered what she would have thought if she knew what Sandy and I had done in the bathtub. That did the trick; slowly my cock drooped and off to sleep I went.

Sunday morning came, and Sandy and I spent some time together getting to know each other a bit more. We had breakfast at a café nearby that I often went to, and the owner, an Indian chap called Samar, knew me well. He was obviously taken with Sandy, and a couple of times he winked at me in a knowing way, and gave that hand gesture with thumb touching forefinger with a little shake of the hand, A-OK. I realised that I was punching way above my weight with Sandy and it probably would not last, but I was determined to make the best of it while I could.

Sandy suggested going for a picnic in the afternoon. She said she knew a nice secluded spot, a lovely area in wooded countryside, and when at first I was a touch hesitant she gave my knee a squeeze and said, “We won’t be interrupted.” That was good enough for me, and after breakfast we picked up a few supplies at the shops, went back to my place and packed a picnic hamper I had. It was a relic from my parents, I don’t think I had ever used it myself. I put some beers and a bottle of white wine in a separate cooler bag and around midday we set off in my car.

An hour’s drive brought us to Ferndean Forest, an area I had visited once many years before. Sandy had chosen wisely, the car park was deserted, and we did not have to venture far into the forest lugging the heavy cooler bag and hamper before we arrived at an open area by a small stream. Tall trees surrounded it and we laid out a blanket on a smooth patch of grass, ideal for the purpose. I can’t say that the food we had picked up was anything special, but Sandy’s company was marvellous. It was as if we had known each other for years, rather than less than a fortnight. I opened a beer for myself and poured Sandy a large glass of wine. Sandy had brought a camera with her, and took a few shots of the area, concentrating on the many wildflowers that carpeted the forest floor. She said that she used the images to give her ideas for her art. I watched her as she did so, drinking my beer and marvelling at what a beauty she was. She still wore the same clothes from the night before, and as she moved her breasts jiggled and bobbed beneath the thin material of her top. It was even more exciting now that I had full knowledge of what her breasts and nipples were like, and I felt a familiar stiffening in my pants.

Sandy came back to the blanket and stretched out on her back. The peaks of her breasts rose and fell beneath her satiny top as she breathed and I was suddenly very Horny.

“I guess the bush in Africa when you were with… er…”

“Matty.” Sandy provided the name.

“Yes, Matty. I guess it was very different from here?”

Sandy propped herself up on her elbows, “Are you still thinking about that?

She glanced down at my crotch where it was now very noticeable that I was mightily turned on. Sandy giggled and ran her fingertips lazily up and down my thigh.

“You did seem turned on when I told you about it. Do you like listening to women telling you their sexual history?”

I was flustered. “No, well yes, I was. I can’t say that it has happened that much. In fact, I think that was the first time.”

“Bryn, you’re so cute, you’re actually blushing.”

Sandy pulled me to her and kissed me, soft caresses of her lips against mine. I smelt the wine on her breath, mingling with her perfume. I responded eagerly, and felt Sandy’s fingers tugging at my fly, unzipping me and reaching inside.

I wriggled and lifted my hips to aid her and groaned as her hand deftly freed my cock from its confines. She wrapped her fingers softly round the shaft, and slowly moved her hand up and down. The sensation was heavenly. I slipped my hand under her skirt and instantly encountered bare Pussy.

Sandy stopped kissing. “I did not put the thong on today — I don’t like to wear undies two days in a row.”

“So you were ‘going commando’ when we had breakfast this morning?”

Sandy nodded. I bet Samar would have been even more impressed if he had known that the gorgeous woman I was with was also totally devoid of underwear.

My fingertips were wet with her juices, and I slowly inserted a finger into her, feeling the wonderful Hot flesh envelop my finger. Sandy moaned and reached down and somehow her skirt was off in a flash. I looked nervously around the clearing.

“Don’t worry,” she said, “there is nobody around. Take your pants off.”

I had never had Sex in a public place before. On one hand I was terrified someone would see us, on the other hand I was mightily aroused, and Sandy’s hand tugging urgently at my cock was enough for me to throw caution to the winds. I stripped off and looked at her. Her legs were parted wide and her hips were slightly raised, the full mound of her Pussy inviting me to enter her. I knelt between her legs and she pulled my cock down to her. I thrust wildly, missing the target.

“Slow down, slow down,” she said and guided me, letting my cock head nestle against the wetness of her Pussy. She stroked herself with the tip of my cock, getting the head thoroughly wet, and I felt her rubbing the tip over her clit. It was heavenly torture. Then she arched her back a little and positioned me at the warm, wet mouth of her Pussy.

“Now, Bryn, now.”

I pushed into her, the head of my cock overcoming the initial resistance of her tight opening. Sandy groaned and put a hand on each of my arse cheeks and pulled me deep into her. Our position wasn’t quite right, and she wriggled beneath me and lifted her legs up a little. The second thrust buried me in her so deep, up to the hilt and I felt dizzy with the deliciousness of the sensation.

“Go slow, go slow,” she whispered.

I was almost overcome with lust. My body wanted to go crazy and fuck her like a jackhammer but my brain knew that that would be exquisite but over in seconds. I managed to restrain myself and thrust to and fro, almost to the point of slipping out completely and then slowly back in, full strokes, driving my cock head as deep as it would go, feeling my balls press against her.

I wanted to touch her breasts, and fumbled with her top. Once more Sandy came to my rescue and lifted her top up, revealing her perfect breasts, her nipples proudly erect on those gorgeously puffy areolae. My weight was supported on my elbows and I could cover a breast with each hand. I fondled her nipples, drawing appreciative moans and sighs from her.

Sandy looked up at me, watching my face with steady fixed eye contact. I wondered if she was trying to read my mind. Could she tell that I was dumbfounded that such a beautiful girl was letting me fuck her? Her body exceeded my most lustful fantasies. I had had my fair share of partners before, but none had been as beautiful or as sexy as Sandy.

“God, Sandy,” I groaned, “you are incredible!”

She smiled, and raised her legs even higher, almost lifting her knees level with her shoulders. I realised that her hands had left my backside and she was holding her hips, supporting herself. With her legs almost behind her head I was able to plunge even deeper into her — I knew I would not last much longer.

“Bryn, come inside me.”

I had no words to offer.

“You haven’t come in me yet. Do you want to?”

“Oh God, yes!” was the best I could manage.

I thrust faster.

“Yes, Bryn, like that, fuck me, fuck me.”

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I abandoned myself to animalistic fucking, pumping my cock wildly in this beautiful creature, listening to her grunt with my every thrust, feeling the surges of approaching Orgasm welling up in my cock and groin. I felt a pressure in my head and a ringing in my ears and wondered if my head was about to explode. I started to come, ecstatic bursts of semen jetting through my cock, I could thrust no more and pushed hard into her, feeling my cock spasming with each glorious spurt of cum. I groaned, “Aaaaagh, aaaagh, aaaagh” with each spurt, my eyes screwed shut as I came. It was as if Sandy wasn’t there. I was oblivious to her, all I could experience was the unbelievable pleasure and intensity of my entire being concentrated in my ejaculating cock.

I collapsed on her and suddenly became aware once more of my surroundings. Sandy had lowered her legs and was hugging me to her, panting fast.

“Wow, Bryn, that was amazing. You certainly seemed to enjoy that!”

“God Sandy, it was incredible. I don’t think I have ever come so hard. It was incredible.” I could not speak any more, I was gasping for breath like a fish out of water.

Sandy held me close. “It was amazing for me too, I loved seeing you so, I don’t know how to put it, so… intense.”

After a minute or two Sandy shifted beneath me a little. I felt her moving her hips from side to side.

“You’re still hard?” she said and I felt her squeezing her Pussy on me, testing me out.

“Yes, I can stay hard after coming. Like last night.”

“That is a rare and wonderful talent,” she whispered.

Sandy was now slowly moving beneath me. I was fairly certain she had not had an Orgasm, but I was so out of it anything was possible; perhaps she had come?

I lifted up a little and slipped a hand between us and started to feel for her clit, but she pulled my hand away.

“Bryn, can you do something for me?”

“Sure,” I replied, anything.”

Sandy reached for my arse and pulled me tight against her.

“Stay inside me, and… can you… can you pee?”

Her face was a picture. I saw a mixture of intense desire, coupled with a girlish shyness, almost an embarrassment at having asked such a question. The night before, when Sandy had asked me to come in her mouth, I had seen a similar look. That time I had been a bit shocked and taken aback by the request, but this time I just felt a swift jolt of excitement. Had I heard correctly? She actually wanted me to pee inside her?

“I can try,” I replied, and bent down and kissed her lips. Sandy seemed relieved that I had not jumped up and run off into the woods shouting “Crazy woman!” She visibly relaxed.

“The blanket – we don’t want to make a mess.”

I was about to say that I could not care less, but Sandy was already wriggling beneath me and guiding us both down across the blanket to the edge — she lifted her hips, reached under her bum and folded the blanket up so her bottom was on the grass. I managed to keep my cock lodged firmly inside her during the whole manoeuvre.

“It’s a good job I polished off those two pints of beer,” I joked.

“Yes, it is,” she replied.

I was now randy again, and started to move. Sandy held my hips still.

“Just wait,” she requested.

Her hand slipped down between us. I lifted up to watch and I saw her momentarily touching her clit and then she reached further down and I felt her fingertips exploring round the base of my cock.

Although I had come twice the night before, I had just shot what must have been one of my biggest loads of cum into her — judging from the intensity of my Orgasm. I guessed that quite a bit had already started to leak.

Sandy pulled her hand back up and looked at it. Her fingertips were indeed glistening wet. Staring into my eyes she slowly opened her mouth and sucked each fingertip clean, one after the other.

“Mmmmm,” she murmured.

Oh God, I desperately wanted to move in her. How could she do something that sexy and expect me not to fuck my brains out? I could not resist and gave a quick thrust. Sandy’s Pussy was brim full of my cum, and the wet squelching sound the movement of my cock in her made was clearly audible.

Sandy realised what she had done and quickly held my hips still, “Sorry, I just wanted a taste.”

Hearing that was another huge turn-on that required extreme self-control on my part. Did she say these thing deliberately, knowing it would drive me crazy?

“God Sandy, you are so sexy, it is impossible to keep still.”

She reached up and pulled me down to her, and I lay over her, my face snuggled into her neck.

“Just lie still, and see if you can,” she whispered.

We were a few metres from the stream that flowed through the clearing in the forest, and I listened to the sound of the running water. That helped and I could feel my cock softening to about 60% hardness and I concentrated on peeing. Sandy’s hands stroked softly up and down my back. If I thought about the sexiness of the situation my cock would harden a bit and I had to try and think of nothing other than peeing, but gradually I learned to relax. I squeezed my muscles and felt a sensation – was I peeing?

“I think… maybe…” I whispered.

“Just relax, let it come” she said.

I tried some more. Yes, that felt like it, I was sure I had peed a little.

“Sandy, I think… I think I am.”

Sandy sighed and I lifted my head to look at her. Her arms lay limply by her side and her eyes were closed. She was lying completely still, as if in a deep sleep. Only the rapid rise and fall of her breasts showed that she was still alive.

I was certain I was peeing now – would she feel it?

Suddenly she opened her eyes and gasped, “Yes, yes, that’s it! Oh yes,” but strangely she still lay inert beneath me, arms still limp.

Now there was no mistaking it. I could feel my pee in full flow. Amazingly I was peeing in her with a fully erect cock! I moved slowly, enjoying the delicious sensation of her wet flesh clinging to my cock as I peed. It was like nothing I could have imagined — almost like a continuous ejaculation.

Soon Sandy was full to overflowing and my pee gushed out of her, splashing Hot and wet over my groin and my thighs, and ricocheting back over her stomach. Sandy spread her legs wider and lifted her arms up until she formed a big ‘X’ on the ground. I held myself above her – she was impaled on my rigid cock. I imagined a beautiful butterfly in a specimen case, wings spread wide, transfixed by a steel pin.

I stopped the flow of pee. Whether Sandy could feel it or sense it I do not know, but she wrapped her arms around me.

“Oh, Bryn, that was fantastic. Thank you. I wish I could describe to you how good it felt.”

I lifted up from her and slowly withdrew my cock. A torrent of piss gushed from her onto the grass. Sandy squealed excitedly and quickly put a hand down, cupping her Pussy. I watched as she contracted her stomach muscles, causing the piss to squirt between her fingers.