But I wasn't well placed to refuse. I had forced her to tell me what was on her mind, and when she did she had said I might change my mind. "I won't," I had said nonchalantly, thereby sealing my fate. I had to do this.

Karen watched me, waiting for my response to her proposal. I gulped and nodded. My nipples were so hard they were painful, and the sensations flitting through my womb and clawing at my pussy left me breathless. I crawled off the blanket onto the sand. Finding a sheltered spot which was free from the scrub which grew in abundance, I lay on my back and waited. It was Karen's turn to look undecided now, as though she had just realised what she was about to do, what she had got herself into. I smiled and extended my hand towards her.

On her hands and knees she moved towards me, her breasts swaying enticingly in front of her and her hips gliding from side to side in a wonderfully feline fashion. Here was my tiger, coming to get me; instead, though, of her devouring me, I was about to eat her. She draped herself across me, her long arm and cool, slender hand resting languidly on my shoulder and gently running down my arm and onto my hip. The touch of her hand was thrilling, a sensation increased by the fresh breeze wafting against us: somehow, having sex al fresco seems to heighten one's senses, making one more receptive, more sensitive to touch. She bent over and kissed me, trailing her lip lightly across mine, grazing my cheek, flitting against my eye, her tongue lapping slowly and easily down my face and back towards my open mouth.

As she continued to kiss me she swung her leg over my body and positioned herself, once more, astride me. I could feel the wetness from her pussy slicking against my stomach and her hard nipples strafing my chest as her breasts swayed mesmerically before me. We were close to the moment of no return, and my head was pounding with anticipation, ears ringing with a shrill, defeaning cacophony of nervous excitement.

Again, Karen slid gracefully up my body, rising above me like an Amazonian goddess, her beautiful pussy frustratingly just out of reach; closer and closer she drew, until her thighs were against my jaw, standing on her knees, proud above me, looking down at my eager face. She slid her knees further apart, slipping easily in the loose, warm sand, and her pussy drew nearer and nearer to my face until, once more, I was suffocated by her intoxicating beauty. My mouth was filled with her passion: the taste, the smell, the touch of her desire enveloped me. I began to lap anew at her pussy, rolling my tongue against her swollen lips, darting it between them, deep inside her, pressing my nose against her clitoris. This time, though, I concentrated on her urethra, running my tongue round and round it, pushing at the tiny entrance, aggravating it, tormenting it. The opening expanded a fraction, and I felt a minute drop of liquid drip from it onto my tongue.

I lifted my hands and rested them on Karen's hips, caressing them, grazing my nails against her soft flesh. Stroking her, I gradually eased them inwards until I was resting them on her stomach, and I pressed, gently. Karen moaned. I moved my left hand to her buttock and pressed at it, pushing Karen further forward onto me, and at the same time forced my right hand firmly against her lower abdomen. The pressure this applied to her bladder was too much for Karen and she let out a cry.

"I can't hold it any longer," she said, as she raised herself from my face and slid back towards my chest and stomach.

"Okay," I said. "Do it. Please."

"Oh God," she cried. "Oh God."

She rested above me, on one knee with her other leg cocked. She had her hand on her bush, fingers splayed out towards her pussy. She eased her lips apart and I caught a magnficent view of her exposed vagina. Suddenly, a tiny spurt of liquid burst from her and formed a small arc, spattering against my stomach; it was hot, and the suddenness and force of it took me by surprise. I let out a yell. Another tiny burst appeared, and another, identical, and I watched, fascinated as it burst free from her.

"Oh God, it's coming, I can't stop it."

I gripped her thighs and held her tightly. She was right, it was starting in earnest, and a steady stream began to emerge from her, flowing with increasing force out of her and raining onto my body. It splashed against my stomach, a steady waterfall soaking me and running off my body. I gripped at Karen's bum, pushing her forward, and the stream showered onto my breasts; she was closer to me, and the impact of her pee on my body was greater, causing it to splash and tinkle and spray all over the place. I was extremely turned on by now, the intensity of the act overwhelming me with lust. But I knew one thing.

I had to taste it.

I grabbed Karen's bum with both hands, firmly taking her cheeks in my grip, and forced her towards me. She rested her weight on both knees, and this action forced a change of angle for the flow of her pee; it now flew out at 45º from her and landed on my neck and chin, splattering against me with tremendous force. Drops of it flew in the air on impact, and I felt some land on my face, warm and wet.

Karen seemed reluctant to go any further, but I insisted, pushing hard against her, forcing her forward, and then, all of a sudden, she was on top of me.

"Hold it in," I said.

She did so, and her flow dried up. She rested above me, looking down at me, and I smiled mischievously at her. I could see little drops of pee on her, glinting in the sun, and her lips, swollen and wet, looked so inviting.

"Now."

After a momentary pause, Karen let herself go again, and once more I watched, enraptured, as the steady stream of pee emerged from her and cascaded downwards. Straight onto my face. It landed on my eyes, in my nose, my mouth, it dribbled into my ears, it covered me, an overwhelming surge of pee, a torrent of fluid soaking my face. Frantically, I pulled at her hips and forced her downwards, and as I opened my eyes I could see her pussy, and her strong jet of pee, descending on my mouth. And then I felt it, pulsing against my lips, forcing them apart. I opened my mouth and let it cascade into me. It quickly filled my mouth, a warm, pungent liquid, but by no means unpleasant, and I knew I had to swallow. Opening my gullet, I let Karen's pee flow down my throat into my stomach; all the while, she continued to pee above me, and my mouth was filled with a constant, hot stream which I swallowed and swallowed and swallowed until, finally, the jet of liquid diminished and withered, into a few, final spurts. I lay beneath her, amazed by what I had just done, Karen's pee lying heavily in my stomach, my mouth filled with its taste, face covered and body soaked. I laughed, invigorated and excited by this thrilling experience.

"Now," said Karen, "lick me clean."