Vassal

Chapter 2 - Contains male/female peeing, male/female masturbation, mutual handy action, male/female wetting and [spoilers] male/female wetting in the opposite gender's swimsuit

After cleaning up we spent the rest of the day on the beach while I practiced catching more fish. Anytime we had to pee we did in view of the other. That night Abby replaced the palm leaf bedding with some fresh ones, bending over and giving me a good view of her vagina and tight brown hole. We snuggled up together as before, Abby being the little spoon. My cock was nestled lovingly between her butt and I could feel the heat of her muff. 

The next morning, I was a little surprised to find that we were dry. I had a massive erection which was poking through Abby's legs, pressing up on her slit. I also was desperate to pee. Abby started to stir and realized the predicament and moved her thighs to tease my morning wood. I awkwardly removed myself from the situation, not knowing how to act and hastily announced that I needed to pee. And moved to sit at the edge of the lean-to. I tried to pee but my raging hardon made it impossible to get started.

Smiling, Abby sat beside me, our bent legs touching. “Go ahead, I’m gonna masturbate too,” she teased, moving one hand down to rub her crotch.

I grasped my erection and started to jack off. Abby gave out a moan as she was watching me, moving a few fingers into her pussy. It felt like heaven, as we continued our mutual masturbation, I had never been so open with someone of the opposite sex.

Abby suddenly gasped, “I’m so desperate, I can’t hold it, I’m gonna pee right here.”

My eyes, glued to her crotch, nearly bulged out of my head as she started to pee through her fingers. I intensely wondered what her pee felt like as I gazed at her thick dark yellow stream pouring to the sand below. The scent of her morning piss soon overwhelmed us like a heady aphrodisiac. Her loud hissing and squelching pee seemed to drown out the ocean.

“Peeing while masturbating feels so good,” she moaned. “It’s so warm. Can I… feel your stream too when you’re done?”

I gulped and stammered out an affirmation. I even stopped pumping my cock.

“You can feel mine,” she said with a grin, stopping her morning pee momentarily, and grabbed my free hand and put it in front of her wet twat.

With my hand in position, she started to pee again. I felt a shock as her stream hit my fingers, it was so warm, like I was feeling her very essence. Wanting to savor every bit of her urine I wiggled my fingers around. I moved my fingers in and out of her strong stream, delighting in the way it sprayed and splashed, savoring the intensity on my skin. I gasped as I then found her moving my hand right up to her lips, I could feel her engorged clit and how slick her sex was with the mess of pee and vaginal fluid. My fingers found her warm, wet hole and easily slipped inside as Abby moaned, her tepid pee was now shooting between my fingers and they slid in and out of her vagina. The soft, inviting slickness of her inner canal felt heavenly around my digits as I pleasured her.

Her soft hand found its way around my cock, slick with pre-cum, and started sliding it up and down. She squeezed a bit hard but soon found the right grip, it felt so much hotter than doing it myself. I leaned into her and our lips met, teeth clacking as our tongues found each other. Her stream started to slow and I could feel the last bit lazily leaking out as I continued fingering her. The pace of her pumping my cock increased as I felt her vagina contract around my fingers, she must be close to cumming and so I was I. 

“I’m gonna cum,” she panted.

“Me too,” I replied.

She suddenly moved her hand to cap the tip of my penis, not too much longer her pussy tightened and spurted around my fingers as semen erupted from the tip of my cock into her cupped hand. She broke from my lips and let out a cute moan before returning for a deep kiss. Basking in the glow of our orgasms we slowly collected ourselves.

By now I really had to pee, “God I really gotta go,” I said, my still erect cock bobbing up and down as I stood up.

Abby stood up besides me and before I could grasped my cock with her hand, “Let me help you with that,” she cooed in my ear, “It’s only fair and besides my hand needs some cleaning. You came a lot.” She held up her hand, sticky white strings of my cum were hanging between them. I blushed.

Seeing my embarrassment, she continued, “Its so hot when a guy busts huge loads.”

“You know that’s not really helping with the plumping issue,” I teased.

“How about this,” she replied, “Pssss pssssss.”

After what felt like hours of this my boner finally started to deflate and Abby was delighted as my cock shrunk between her fingers. Finally I was able to pee and Abby moaned as the slight vibrations of urine started to make its way down my urethra. Soon a trickle of pee was falling from the tip of my cock before more forcefully spurting forward, finally hitting her cum covered hand with shocked delight. The dark yellow stream contrasting with my white ejaculate. The strong odor was now mixing with Abby’s toilet.

“Its so warm,” she exclaimed, now aiming my cock spray over various parts of her hand, washing away my semen as she wiggled her fingers in my stream. When her hand was sufficiently clean, she started to make shaped on the sand.

It was an incredible sight and I said so as my bladder was nearing empty. To surprise her I stopped and then let out a few forceful spurts. Abby giggled and moved her hand to try to catch them and was mostly successful. She gave my cock a little shake before releasing her grip and letting my cock slap against my balls.

“Always love the last few spurts,” she said, “In fact, quickly” she paused and spread apart her legs. With great anticipation I cupped my hand and moved it between her legs just as her lips parted as she forced out her last few drops of remaining pee. I let the warm liquid pool, savoring it as it slowly drained between my fingers. Curious I brought my wet hand up to my nose taking in her morning’s scent.

Now it was time for Abby to blush and brought her hands to her face, seemly forgetting the one was covered in my morning toilet, but she smiled, “Sorry, I just, it’s so great having someone want to smell my pee.”

“It’s a bit strong but I kinda like it, your pee smells pretty hot,” I responded.

Her face grew redder but moved her pee covered hand away from her cheek and in front of her nose and inhaled deeply. “It’s so stinky but it’s kinda making me wet. I’ve really only smelled my own this intently. I kinda like the smell of your pee too.”

We kissed again and then pee soaked hand in hand we made our way to the beach to clean off. Once that was done, we started on our morning chores, making breakfast, cleaning up and water gathering before combing the beaches for survivors and anything useful. After some discussion we decided it would be best to don our swimsuits while combing the beaches just in case there were any survivors. Plus, we agreed, it’d give ample chance to wet ourselves. Drinking plenty of water we set out.

Along the beach we happened to find some wreckage from the boat. I was delighted to find some unopened water bottles as well as some liquor bottles and even a few short flowery see through sarongs. We decided to return to the shelter with our new found treasure wrapped up in the sarongs. There were enough bottles of water that I felt safe to toss one to Abby, opening one myself, and we of course drained them. 

It had been about an hour since our morning pee tryst and I felt the nagging need to pee. We were still out on the beach in wide view of the ocean and I turned to Abby announcing that I had to pee. I didn’t move my hands from holding the package of goods over my shoulder but turned my focus down to my crotch. Letting the release on my bladder go Abby and I watched as the gray material of my swimsuit darkened at the tip of my cock, just above the left leg with a soft patter against the fabric. The material soon gave up and a dark stream started to make it’s way down the left leg of my trunks as I pissed myself. 

Abby gasped, “I’ve never seen a boy wet himself in person before. That’s so hot, I love that I can see where your penis is,” pointing to the wet sheen that was flowing from where my bell end was. 

She was right, she only felt me wet the bed that night. By now my stream was now pouring out of the leg of my swim shorts, painting the sand below in thick rivulets. “I’m happy I’m your first then, you’re the first girl I’ve seen wet herself too.”

“To many more wettings,” she proclaimed as hissing erupted from her crotch along with a wet patch. Her white bikini bottoms now clung to her pissing mound as it struggled to contain the liquid in the gusset, the darkened patch now growing up around her sex.

“Oh, it’s going up my butt,” she said turning her butt quickly around, showing the wet patch encroaching up her peach bottomed rear, snakes of urine escaping the seams of her bottoms, now flowing messily down the insides of her thighs. She pulled up her bottoms and now the stream was flowing thickly from between her lower lips down to a messy puddle between her feet. Our eyes were glued to each other’s crotches, as they often were while we were busy pissing our only clothes.

Soon both our bladders reached their limits and I let the last bits out in some forceful spurts, creating new wet streaks in my pants. I had a nice wet patch of sand around my left sandal. Abby let the last bits lazily drip down her legs, now having a nice sheen down the inside of her thighs, standing in a huge wet patch of sand. 

“What’s it feel like to wet your shorts,” Abby asked.

“Nice, it’s an interesting feeling to not control where your pee is going. What’s it feel like peeing your panties?”

“Warm and comforting. Super naughty of course, since you’re, you know, not supposed to,” Abby laughed.

“That’s the point,” I joined in with a laugh.

“Wanna feel how wet I am,” Abby said.

I instantly dropped the bundle, “More than anything,” I said as put my hand on the outside of her bikini bottoms, savoring the wetness and warmth. 

She reached out and felt the wetness of my shorts, tracing the wet patch around the tip of my cock. 

“Wanna inspect the damage on the inside,” she said as she pulled the top of her panties away and down giving me a topside view of the inside of the ruined gusset and her wet pussy. I moved my hand into her bottoms, feeling the soaked gusset and how wet her lips were. I soon found her hand inside my shorts, playing with cock and caressing my balls.

“Your balls are soaked, and the mesh is so wet. You know what would be super-hot? And you can absolutely say no. What if we swapped, like right now, and the next time we have to pee we just do it in each other’s swimsuit.”

“Like I wear your wet bikini bottoms and you wear my wet trunks,” I replied dumbly. I found the idea of having her pee-soaked panties tightly pressed against my cock arousing and started to get a semi

“Exactly.”

I couldn’t pull my swimsuit off quick enough. I handed the gray trunks to her as she passed her white bikini bottoms. It was a bit tight but I was able to get them on, my semi-chub dick making an impressive bulge in the wet fabric. The warmth and wetness felt super hot. 

“Your bulge is so hot,” she grinned, “even better knowing its wet with my pee.”

She slipped on my trunks and they fit with some tightening of the waist string. Even though we were on the beach she quickly removed her bikini top, letting her breasts freely fall on her chest. Her nipples were quite hard. “There that’s more fitting. Oooh the mesh is still wet!” 

Picking up our things we made the trek back to camp. As Abby revived the fire I prepared some previously caught fish for some lunch.

“I have to pee,” Abby announced. I stopped what I was doing and made my way over to her as she stood up and spread her legs shoulder length. Soon a hissing filling the clearing as a wet patch formed on the crotch of the shorts. Soon a torrent was flowing out each leg, darkening the fabric and adding to my drying stains. 

Seeing her wet my shorts signaled to my bladder my own need and I let go, slowly, letting my stream dribble out the tip of my cock, which to surprise was pointed down towards my balls.

“Oh, I’m peeing all over my balls, this feels fantastic,” as I let loose, the white fabric glistening as a thick rivulet flowed forward before falling back into the fabric all over my bulging balls before falling in a thick stream onto the sand. My wet patch flowing up over the head of my cock producing a lewd outline. It was a great new feeling.

We both were savoring the experience as we continued our toilets, eyes darting between each other’s stream. 
Stopping her stream, Abby sat down on a log we repurposed for a seat and spread her legs as she continued relieving herself. “I want to see what it’s like sitting down. Oh it’s starting to pool around my ass,” she said as soon rivulets of her piss were flowing out the bottoms of the legs of the shorts. “Try it!” 

Following her lead, I sat down on the opposing log and continued to pee. The stream was now flowing down around my balls and into the crack of my ass, tickling my anus. “It’s going down my butt!”

“Now you know how I feel half the time I wet,” she grinned. “Feels nice doesn’t it?”

“It does,” and I could feel myself growing a bit hard as my stream started to dwindle, my cock straining against the wet fabric. “I could get used to this.”

“Sounds like a plan,” as she passed me a baked fish. The idea of wearing my swim trunks soaked in her pee and her’s soaked in mine wasn’t helping my erection problem

For the rest of lunch, we sat around the fire and peed ourselves whenever the need arose. By the time lunch was finish our respective garments were soaked and my growing cock was becoming a bit too strained in her bikini bottoms. I decided to pull aside the gusset and let my wet cock flop out and peed against my leg. My warm stream splattering against my left thigh. 

“That’s so hot,” Abby said.

Not wanting to be outdone she stood up and pulled the swim trunks down to mid-thigh, exposing her sodden pussy. With a sigh her lips parted a bit more and a thick stream of urine fell from her crack and pattered all over the inside and outside of the swim trunks, darkening whatever was left dry. With the last few spurts into the shorts, Abby announced, “All done,” before removing my trunks completely.

By now I had a full-on erection and it was a bit difficult getting the bikini bottoms off. Before I handed them to her, I had a devilish idea and hung the scanty garment on the end of my cock. “Who knew it could be an improvised drying rack,” I laughed.

“Rude,” Abby teased, walking up with my wet swim suit, taking it in both hand and wringed it right over my hard-on. Her pee was still warm as it washed over my cock and felt electric, my arousal heightening as she lingered on pulling her bikini bottoms off of my turgid penis.

Unable to contain myself I started to jack off, my hand mixing our pee together as it slide up and down. Using her pee to get off was making me extremely horny and Abby too. Sitting next to me on the log she squeezed out the bikini bottoms over her breasts, my urine running down her cleavage and over her tight stomach before reaching her engorged clit. Taking the bikini bottoms she started rubbing her pussy in ecstasy, stuffing them into her vagina and she masturbated. 

I had to cum soon and said so and Abby quickly got up and knelt before me, “Cum on my tits,” she pleaded as she was still fingering herself with the bottoms. Not one to disappoint a lady I was soon at the point of no return and adding thick ropes of cum to my pee still clinging to her breasts. 

After a few moments to collect ourselves we headed back to the beach to clean up, hand in hand.