The night's warmth settled over me and Jeremy, soft as the blanket beneath us. To our left was the side of his house, while a stand of trees provided a buffer on our right. This was our favorite spot to spend summer evenings. Though moonlight illuminated the backyard, its glow didn't reach the shadows surrounding me and my boyfriend.

Jeremy's parents were more laid back than mine, so they pretended to believe us when we said we'd be outside stargazing. After all, we were eighteen now, and more responsible than many of our friends. 

And as I now stared up at the sky, I could make out a few bright stars. Their beauty barely registered in my mind, for I was too distracted by Jeremy's tongue working between my thighs. My moans and sighs mingled with the breeze while I tugged at my nipples.

Maybe it was reckless to lie here mostly naked; maybe I took for granted the privacy Jeremy's parents gave us. But I always got a thrill from stripping free of my dress and sinking down onto the blanket Jeremy spread over the grass. I wore nothing but a pair of floral net tights; I'd recently cut the crotch out of them. And since I'd forgone panties, Jeremy had easy access to my pussy. 

He'd been eating me out for at least ten minutes, languid at first and then more fervent. I ran my fingers through his shoulder-length blond hair in order to hold him fast. 

"Oh God, more!" I begged. 

In response, his tongue lashed my clit nonstop. When a tremor coursed through my thighs, I was certain he sensed it. Above me, the stars blurred just before my eyes rolled.

Jeremy sucked my flesh, almost punishing in his efforts. Pursing my lips, I muffled a cry as my back arched. Somehow, he kept his mouth fixed between my legs. By now, he was used to all my writhing. 

"Fuck!" I croaked. Then I could say no more; the orgasm squeezed all words, all thought, from my being. My fingers clawed at the blanket, and my thighs tried to clamp around Jeremy's head. 

Even after the climax waned, my boyfriend remained on his stomach. I spread my legs wide again, inviting his tender licking. The feel of his tongue gliding over my skin drew another groan from my throat. 

"Your mouth is a fucking miracle," I managed to say.

I heard his low laughter. "I live to please you, Yvonne."

Though I'd drawn my long dark hair back from my face, several strands had come loose. Impatiently, I brushed them aside. With my other hand, I reached for Jeremy, and he circled his fingers around mine.

When he and I began dating back in the spring, we were both virgins. The first time I let him go down on me, he spent half an hour studying my pussy, as if fascinated by each fold and opening. He made himself familiar with my clit and its hood. His fingers were gentle while sliding inside me. It wasn't long before he developed an impressive talent for performing oral sex.

Now, the night breeze strengthened, making my nipples harden even more. Jeremy swirled his tongue around my clit, teasing it from every angle. I lay there, steeped in post-orgasmic relaxation, yet I was more than ready to make him feel good as well. 

It was only when Jeremy moved his tongue a little lower and prodded the opening to my urethra that I raised my head. "What are you doing?" I asked through a giggle.

He stopped long enough to say, "Just exploring. Does that feel okay?"

"Uh, yeah, but you're in the wrong spot."

He briefly hummed in reply; that meant he disagreed with me but didn't find the topic worth arguing about.

And to be honest, it felt weirdly arousing to have him lick me there. Until now, I hadn't been aware that my pee hole was so sensitive. When Jeremy used a fingertip to massage that tiny opening, I could feel his shallow breaths wafting against my pussy. For some crazy reason, this was exciting him. A lot. 

Each time he licked or caressed me, I felt a zing of pleasure. I also felt the pressure of a full bladder. 

Finally, I had to wriggle away from him. "It feels good," I said, "but if you don't stop, I'm gonna have to pee."

Jeremy instantly sat up, silhouetted by the moonlight behind him. He'd taken off his shirt but still wore shorts. "Will you do something for me, Yvonne?" I noticed he sounded short of breath. I had no doubt he was sporting a hard-on.

"Of course." I always jumped at the chance to make him happy.

"I..." He ran a hand through his hair. Though I couldn't easily make out his expression, I realized he was struggling to tell me just what he wanted. "Will you..."

I sat up, too. "What is it?" Leaning forward, I rested my palm on his leg.

"Will you piss on me?" he blurted out. "Please?"

My eyes widened. "Are you serious?"

"I know it's weird, and if you don't want to, I totally understand, but the thought of it gets me so fucking hard. I never said anything before because I was afraid you'd be disgusted." The words tumbled out of him in a half-coherent rush.

"Hey." I took his hand and gave it a squeeze. "I'm not disgusted." My voice was surprisingly steady, betraying little of my astonishment. "I'm willing to try to do what you want, but I'm not sure I'll be able to."

Jeremy threw his arms around me and planted a kiss on my mouth. "Thank you, Yvonne. Thank you so much!"

I licked his lips, tasting my pussy juice. "After all you do to make me feel good, I'm happy to give this a shot."

I wouldn't admit to being nervous. My God, my boyfriend was a total freak!

But I discovered I liked it. 

"I love you," he whispered. I laughed as he planted more kisses on my cheeks and neck.

"And I love you. Now, where should I, uh... pee on you?"

Without hesitation, Jeremy replied, "On my face."

"Um, okay!" I squeaked. Fresh sweat broke out under my arms as I imagined fulfilling this dirty fantasy.

Jeremy moved off the blanket and onto the grass. In seconds, he was lying on his back, with his hard dick free of his shorts. I hurried to straddle him. 

"Is this where you want me?" I asked. My pussy was directly above his mouth. 

Placing his hands on my hips, he drew me forward a little. I was balanced on my knees, my legs spread. Even now, I could smell my arousal, and I knew Jeremy could, too.

"Perfect," he said. 

"You'd better close your eyes." My voice quavered. "If you get piss in them, it'll probably sting."

He chuckled at my concern. "Done. Now, just relax. Imagine a creek nearby, the water trickling over rocks..." 

Though I whimpered from the ache in my bladder, I feared I wouldn't be able to let go. Anxiety warred with my longing to please Jeremy, and also with my own excitement. It felt more than a little taboo, squatting out here over my boyfriend's face, preparing to urinate on him. 

We were quiet for a minute while I did everything I could to coax forth that stream he craved. 

Then I heard it: Jeremy's soft aaahhh, which let me know he'd extended his tongue and was eagerly awaiting my release.

It was dirty, so dirty. 

But it also made my pussy grow wet once again.

I gasped at the feel of warm fluid dribbling from me. Jeremy's loud groan made me certain the fluid had landed exactly where he wanted. The stream of urine grew bolder until I clenched my muscles to stop the flow.

My boyfriend smacked his lips together. "More, Yvonne! Piss on my face. Mark me as yours!"

Those words made me relax enough to set the rivulet running again. I could hear the drops of piss striking Jeremy's skin. God, we were making such a mess!

But I couldn't deny my own pleasure from this act. In the past, whenever I became desperate to relieve myself, I'd feel a shiver of bliss once I was finally able to sit on the toilet and empty my bladder. That same shiver traveled through me now.

I spent a few moments making sure I was completely drained before telling Jeremy, "That's it."

He pulled me down upon him, and I closed my eyes at the feel of his tongue licking me clean. The acrid smell of urine lingered. It should have embarrassed me, to be the cause of that stench, but I was focused only on the way he lapped at my clit. 

"Fuck me, Yvonne." His words were muffled by my pussy. "Ride my dick!"

Sliding back, I discovered his erection hadn't weakened. I gave him just enough time to wipe his face with the shirt he'd discarded earlier. Then I aligned our bodies so I could sink down on his cock.

From inky shadows, he stared up at me. I let him guide my pace until my hips rocked wildly. Our cries were too loud, drowning out the insect calls around us.

When I felt steady enough to bounce up and down, he choked out, "I'm gonna come!" 

That made me move even faster. My tits jiggled from the force of my fucking, and though Jeremy's fingers dimpled my skin, deep enough to bruise, I laughed in elation.

My orgasm swept over me in waves. I felt like a canvas being painted by a brush of ecstasy. Below me, Jeremy made a guttural noise, and his cock gave a fierce twitch in my pussy.

Maybe I should have eased off his dick beforehand. Maybe I should have finished him with my mouth. Though I was on birth control, he almost always pulled out. But tonight, I wanted this. Wanted all of him.

It must have felt worlds better coming inside me rather than on my tits, or even between my lips, for Jeremy's body quaked. His whimper made him seem so vulnerable. The sound fed both my lust and my affection. 

We were still breathing hard when he drew me down so I could rest my body upon his. He pressed his lips to my hair and stroked my back.

"You need a shower." I wrinkled my nose at the smell clinging to him. Catching the scent of sweat and pussy, I added, "I do, too."

Jeremy laughed. "How about a golden one?"

Though I opened my mouth to protest, the thought of him crouched before me in the shower, his head tilted back as he awaited my stream, sent another tell-tale shiver through me. We could sneak past his parents in the den, up the stairs and into the bathroom. If we were quick about it...

"I can tell you want to," he said.

"But I won't be able to pee much right now. I don't really have to go." My voice was apologetic. 

"That's okay," Jeremy whispered. "I promise I'll appreciate every drop you give me."