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Hot Hippy Summer

... slightly concerned I quickly but gently remove my fingers from her snatch, grateful of the extra hand now to help hold me in this slightly unbalanced, half bent over position, stooping with my head and chest about a foot from her waist.

I'm just about to ask what's the matter when, with an exhale Meg lets loose with an absolutely firehose of piss. While her squirt can sometimes be just as forceful, I'm sure this isn't that because she starts laughing at the same time and is clearly having fun directing her spray. Her initial fountain hits me square in the chest but she quickly shifts to drench my face. My half-formed inquiry into her wellbeing results in me getting a mouth full which I quickly swallow. More cackles from Meg as she continues to soak me, paying particular attention to my shorts now. Her stream finally slows to more water fountain than firehose jet, and I slurp up some more.

"Haha Josh, you always do look better soaked!" my friend continues to guffaw. "Plus, can you blame me? I haven't had piss play all weekend!" In reply I simply stand fully up, reach inside the truck cab and grab her by the neck. Pulling her towards me I forcefully plant my mouth on her and drool my mouthful of piss into hers as we kiss. At the end of the kiss she swallows and I release her neck. She looks at me, panting.

"Fuck! I forgot how much I love it when you manhandle me. Not that you didn't feel damn good before, I just realized I wasn't gonna cum with how much I had to ...

... piss. And it is true I like how you look when you're soaked with my pee!" That's Meg, ever the impish slut.

We both seem to glance downwards simultaneously. Besides the puddle beneath the truck, then next most obvious sight is my utterly soaked shorts, still bulging in the crotch. I absentmindedly run my hand over the sodden fabric. Meg hops down from the truck, hands immediately at my waistband, fingers loosing the button.

"You sure you want to do that girl? I've gotta piss just as much as you just did!" My warning apparently comes off more as a enticement to her as she speedily unzips my fly and pulls the drenched garment down my hips, my cock springing forward as it's liberated. She pulls the shorts all the way to my feet, getting into a squat as she does so. "Hell yes!" is her only reply. I step out of my sandals and shorts, bare feet on the warm wet asphalt so I'm completely nude. Thank goodness for the truck height and double cab, as we're both still blocked from view. Meg is still nude too, except for the boots she's still wearing, squatting a bit like a catcher with her feet centered beneath her, knees out wide. She rests her hands on my thighs for balance, her head positioned slightly below and a few feet from my crotch.

It's true I'm bursting to piss but even so between the afternoon's activities and the sight of my naked friend squatting below me it takes a moment for my hardon to subside enough that any pee can make it to my dick. Pretty quickly I'm just ...