Golden Showers

There was Tessa, lovely, fun, wonderful Tessa, on her knees, mouth wide open, being filled with streams of piss from two cocks, overflowing her lips and down her naked body. But it didn't end there. Next there was a picture of Tessa getting pissed on by what looked like at least a dozen guys. Then one of her wearing a collar and with the words "piss puppy" scrawled across her chest in lipstick, pouring a doggy bowl of liquid into her mouth. There was certainly no questioning what it was.

Jim's cock throbbed harder than it had ever throbbed. He couldn't believe he was turned on by this filth. But how could he not be?

There had to be more. He clicked through the web like a maniac savant, leaving no corner unturned, searching desperately for the other photo shoots Tessa surely had done in her youth, jerking his cock as he went. He paged through hundreds of pictures and videos of girls getting showered in piss, all of whom were blonde and buxom like Tessa, but none of whom were actually her (except for that first one). Still, the fetish gripped his brain.

Finally he gave up around 4am, jizzed and passed out exhausted. He awoke around noon, looked down at his hard cock. Amazing that, after the longest jerk of his life, it was ready to go again. He threw on a pair of baggy pants and shuffled out into the kitchen. In his lust, he'd forgotten to eat last night and was starving.

Tessa was there munching on a banana. She wore a pair of baggy boxers and a white shirt that almost showed her nipples. It had to be a tease, he thought. He imagined his gushing piss, pouring down on her, drenching her shirt and exposing her magnificent tits for him.

And he realized he could never look at her the same way. His innocent crush was now a perverted infatuation.

"Hi stranger." She said casually as he poured himself a bowl of cereal.

He felt bold. "That'a sex-positive lunch." He joked.

Tessa stuck her tongue out at him playfully. For a second he thought she might lick the banana seductively. After all, it's just what a slut like her would do. But she didn't. "Hey I meant it. I'm not ashamed of my sexuality."

Jim's heart thumped. But he felt like a different person than he was yesterday. No... he felt like Tessa was a different person. He kept being forward. "Even the really filthy parts?"

Tessa smirked. "What makes you think..." Then a look of knowing flickered across her face. "Ooooh, I know why you were locked in your room all night." She leaned down on her elbows and Jim could see right into her shirt. She had to know what she was doing. "No, I'm not even ashamed of the really filthy parts of my sexuality. Do you want to know why?" She asked.

"Why?" Jim echoed