| " | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tOne day, some time in the late 1980's... Tammy is at the nudist colony with her parents during the summer. Catching herself staring at naked boys her age isn't really anything new, but then she sees someone in the crowd, someone she wouldn't think she'd see naked: Tristan, who's covering himself with his backpack, the only thing he has except for his sandals. She's speechless and stunned, and she quickly excuses herself to run off to him. Tammy and Tristan's eyes locked in shock as they saw each other in this unexpected setting. Their hearts raced wildly, adrenaline coursing through their veins like electricity. Despite the unusual circumstances, neither could bring themselves to look away from one another. "T-Tristan?! What are you doing here?!" Tammy managed to choke out between heavy breaths, her voice trembling with surprise and excitement. Her blush deepened scarlet, painting a vivid shade against the pink of her skin. He couldn't believe it either, but he knew he had to resist his growing desire for her. "I... I just wanted to hang out with you," he stuttered nervously, trying hard not to let his hands shift awkwardly beneath his backpack. Tammy gets to see another side of that boy from her school; instead of being pretty confident and show-offy for once, he's more embarrassed than she is, and the fact that he's willing to do this just to hang out with her? ... As they spoke, both kids felt the heat rising steadily inside them, fueled by the combination of lust and fear that came from being caught in such a vulnerable situation. They needed privacy—somewhere they could really talk without anyone else interrupting them. After glancing around cautiously, they decided on heading towards the nearby tide pool area—a secluded spot where they wouldn't be disturbed. As Tristan followed Tammy to this little area, clutching tightly to the straps on the backpack, still covering his red rocket, he found it hard not to stare at her. Tammy, similarly, couldn't think straight. A boy she liked so much was just... here. A whole other world away from the normality of her school, she thought. And now they're naked, outdoors, in the summer heat. She was speechless, blushing enough to burn, and could barely breathe. She couldn't keep her cool on a good day with him around, let alone with both of them nude. They reached the tide pools, finding them empty and peaceful. The sun shone brightly above them, casting warm rays across the smooth stones covered with waterfalls cascading downward. Tammy breathed deeply, trying to calm her racing thoughts as she sat down on a large flat rock in the stony sand. "Umm... so," she began hesitantly, glancing nervously at Tristan before returning her gaze back to the ground. "I-I'm glad you came here with me." Her voice quivered slightly, betraying her true feelings. Tristan set his backpack down carefully in front of him, revealing his bare chest and hips for a brief moment before he quickly crossed his legs modestly. "M-me too," he managed to croak out, unable to tear his eyes away from her curvaceous figure. He wondered if this was actually happening—if they were really alone together like this. As they sat there in silence, their hearts continued to race faster than they ever had before. Finally, breaking the thick tension between them, Tristan spoke up again. "So, uh, what do you want to talk about?" His voice sounded hoarse, almost strained by desire. Tammy couldn't do anything but steal looks from Tristan as she sat there, fighting hard not to say her intrusive thoughts out loud. She's succeeding for now, but who knows how long that will last? "Tristan... Gosh, he could do so many things to meee... so many, naughty things... He could touch me, hold me... Pee inside me..." "N-NO! NO!" she then snapped at herself, desperately trying to get the images of him knotted up her butt out of her head. She wanted to get her brain back on track, but the intrustive thoughts kept getting just that bit more and more intrusive. Tristan's eyes widened in surprise at Tammy's accidental confession, his breathing becoming labored as he struggled to control his own growing arousal. He couldn't believe she was talking like this within reach of him—talking about such explicit things! But then again, she had always been open about her feelings for him. But... not like this. To him, Tammy was just that girl who had a super obvious crush on him. Now, she's this little nymph who knows what she likes... "T-Tammy..." His voice cracked slightly, betraying the intense desire building within him. "You... you alright?" Not wanting to tell her what she just unintentionally muttered out loud. Biting his bottom lip nervously, he shifted uneasily on the rock, trying hard not to let his erection show. "You sure it's ok if we're... uh..." He trails off, alluding to the near total nudity they're sharing. Tammy was still red as a beetroot, and she just sat there, knees to her chest, not knowing if she's showing how hard her nipples are or how wet her coochie is. Their eyes kept darting around each other, and then Tristan finally figured to himself: "...The worst thing she can do is change her mind. What's she gonna do? say no?" He reluctantly but swiftly tossed his backpack aside, revealing his red rocket. She pretty much instantly looked right down at it. Tammy's eyes widened, unable to tear her gaze away from Tristan's exposed cock. It stood erect and rigid, dripping with pre-cum, a stark contrast to his otherwise delicate features. She had seen pictures in anatomy books before, but nothing compared to seeing a dogcock in person—especially not when it belonged to someone she knew and liked. "Yeah, uhh..." Tristan trailed off, trying to fill the silence as Tammy just couldn't take her eyes off of him. "I know, it's... It's weird looking, it's probably, like... Gross and..." "N-no, it doesn't look weird!" She quickly reassured him, trying hard not to notice how much bigger he was than she thought. "It's... different." Her voice cracked slightly as she fought against the urge to reach out and touch it. "M-maybe we shouldn't—" He began again, but she cut him off with a small shake of her head. "No, I don't mind..." she whispered softly, her heart racing faster than ever before. This was actually happening—she was finally going to see what Tristan is all about! "I was... gonna end up seeing it, anyway..." Tammy tried to sound casual and innocent, but it was pretty obvious to him that her heart was pounding like a jackhammer. If it was beating any harder, she'd probably collapse right then and there. She was fidgeting and retracting every impulsive hand motion, trying super hard not to ruin it... Her crush was naked in front of her... in this setting, in this ambience, and she was in front of him... She couldn't freak him out now; she couldn't- ...Oh no, she needs to pee. Oh no, not now! NOT NOW! Her one biggest kink, the sexiest, best feeling thing to her, in front of... Tammy better end up being lucky... Tristan couldn't help but notice the visible signs of Tammy's discomfort: her fidgeting and rapid breathing. He knew she must really want this too, or at least enough that she was willing to risk being found out by other people. "Uh... umm..." He cleared his throat awkwardly, unsure how to proceed. "Do you want me to... uh, show you more?" His voice trembled slightly as he put his arms behind his back, revealing his thick, throbbing member fully exposed for the first time ever—not just to Tammy, but anyone outside his immediate family... Yes, he's "practiced" with his sister before, and he didn't want to mention it, but if only he knew what kinda stuff she got up to with her parents... The tingling in her bladder put an immediate quiver in Tammy's voice... Imagine peeing in front of him... Imagine him doing the same... Imagine...! No, start off slow, she thought... Tristan watched nervously as Tammy's eyes traced over his exposed cockhead, her tongue darting out to wet her lips unconsciously. His heart was racing faster than ever before, pounding loudly in his ears. "It's okay... I understand if you don't want—" He started to say, but she cut him off again with another soft shake of her head. Her voice cracked slightly, sounding almost desperate. "N-no, I want to!" As Tristan's breath kept stammering, the same as Tammy's, she slowly reached out and gently held the base of his knot like a cup with her pinky finger out. It was warm and fuzzy at the sheath. His furry ballsack wiggled around and breathed on its own like a magic eye picture, and she could practically feel the veins on his rocket. Tristan's heart nearly stopped when Tammy touched him, his cock twitching in response to her gentle touch. He bit down hard on his lower lip, trying not to moan or make any noise that might attract unwanted attention. "W-wait..." He managed to croak out, but it sounded more like a pleading whimper than anything else. Tammy managed to snap out of it for a second. "What's w-wrong?" Tristan collected his thoughts and went back to his backpack; apparently he had something in there. Tristan rummaged through his backpack frantically, trying to hide his mounting arousal as best he could. Finally, he produced a small bottle of lubricant. "Uh... I thought we might need this..." His voice shook slightly as he handed it to her. "I-it's... uh... I heard that... uh... This is the kinda... thing... that..." He trailed off, not wanting to admit what he's learned at his age. Tammy couldn't believe it. Was he as weird as she was? Did he also have an... "interesting" family? Meanwhile, the need to pee got stronger and stronger, but she wanted to save that. She wanted it to be... intimate. She didn't even know if he was into that, but she almost didn't care. Before Tammy knew it, she was already in a tide pool, ankles deep in it's depths. Her legs were shaking, and she looked like she wanted to drop to her knees. "Tristan..." She croaked; that name's now like an aphrodisiac to her. "...D-d'ya wanna-a... Uhmm... Head over here?" Tristan followed Tammy's coy invitation, his heart pounding harder than ever before. He couldn't believe this was actually happening—he was about to share something so intimate with her! He sat down on the edge of the tide pool, spreading his legs slightly apart, exposing his balls and ass to Tammy. His cock twitched in anticipation, leaking more pre-cum onto his thighs. She did what her body was begging her to do: kneel on her knees in the water, right in front of that hot boy, and... A clear stream started flowing from her urethra. First, slowly and gently, all over her thighs, then right into the water, making a song of tinkling droplets and whooshing... Tammy is broken. Her intrusive thoughts have beaten her. She's just kneeling there, letting go, and letting every dirty thing flow from her head out of her mouth in between shallow, stammered breaths. "Tristan. Look at me. Look. I want you. I want you to. Touch me. Kiss me. Everything. I want you all over me." "I wanna pee on you. I want you to pee on me. Please, Tristan..." The rational part of her, trapped in her brain screaming to be let out, fully expected Tristan to leave in disgust and freak out, yet... He just watched, his cock twitching and his breathing heavier than it was. Tristan's eyes widened in shock as Tammy spoke her desires so candidly. His mind reeled with the intensity of their situation—a girl he liked... A girl he had seen countless times, just casually at break and recess, cutely trying to hit on him while blushing profusely and being an awkward little nerd. Now, that same girl was now pleading with him to do things he never thought possible between them. "T-tammy..." He managed to gasp, his voice cracking slightly. "W-what... are you saying?" His hand shook as it reached out tentatively towards her wet thighs, tracing along the path of her urine trail. Something in his head was compelling him to also go along; his hand was... trailing closer to that crystal clear piss stream. Something was telling him to... touch it. To feel that heavy, gushing water hit his fingers. Despite his verbal confusion, his body was telling a different story. He placed his furry finger on her clit, getting drenched in hot water as Tammy didn't stop relieving herself even for a second. Right now, she thought, this couldn't be real. She had to be imagining this. Tristan's fingertip brushed against Tammy's sensitive bud, eliciting a soft moan from her as she continued to pee. The heat of their bodies intensified, and the scentless urine mixed with the salt water around them. "M-more... please..." She begged, arching her back towards him, practically begging for more contact. For some reason, this newfound vulnerability was driving both of them wild with desire. Tammy couldn't bear for her new lover to stay still for a moment. "T-Tristan...! Do Something...!" She grabbed his hand, trying to force him to finger her as she pissed profusely all over it. Now, this was no longer just young love or infatuation. This was full on lust, and this mere cute boy from her school was now the object of it. Tristan's cock throbbed harder than ever before, his heart racing like a wild animal trapped in a cage. The warmth of her urine against his hand and fingers was intoxicating, and he couldn't resist the temptation any longer. "Y-yes... Tammy..." He muttered hoarsely, pushing aside his doubts and inhibitions. With practiced ease, he slid two fingers inside her tight hole, causing her to yelp in pleasure mixed with surprise. Her walls contracted tightly around him, grabbing his digits as if she hadn't been touched like that in ages. Her stream got harder, and the whizzing sound intensified with it. She groaned with ecstasy as Tristan just... accepted it. Usually, he wouldn't dare do something so gross. Yet his index and middle fingers went right in there as if he were a pro. He let Tammy wet herself all over him, and she was ecstatic. Tristan's fingers continued to wriggle in and out of her pussy, matching the rhythm of her urine flow. Each time he pulled out, their hands met in a wet mess of hot liquid and salty water. "Oh geez, Tristan..." Tammy moaned as she lost herself in this intense mix of pleasure and, partially, humiliation. As the intelligent part of her could only watch, her body shook with each powerful contraction, pushing more warm liquid onto him. As Tammy kept pissing, she wanted Tristan's canine dick so bad. It wasn't even big for his age or anything; she just wanted someone her own size up her butt, squirting up her guts. She waltzed around, still wetting herself, and got onto her back on the rocky sand, spreading her legs wide open. Then she spoke: "Tr-ristan...? Have you-u... Ever... Done it w-with a gir-rl before?" She barely even waited for him to answer before continuing. "Have y-you ever-r... Want-... -ed... to pu-ut it u-up a g-irl's... butt?" Tristan's eyes widened in shock, his heart racing even faster than before. He had never imagined anyone asking him such a question—especially not Tammy! "N-No... I mean... y-yes!" His voice cracked as he struggled to form coherent words. "I-I haven't, but... y-you-u..." He stuttered, unable to find the right words. Despite his confusion and disbelief, Tammy's actions were driving him wild with desire. Her body writhed against his touch, begging for more, and it seemed that sharing this intimate act was somehow bringing them closer together. The thoughts took over Tammy's actions yet again. She spread her ass open with it still puckering and relaxing in an uneven rhythm. "...TH-HEN PUT IT I-IN...!" Tristan remembered the lube, then ran over and got it, not wanting to waste a second. Tristan's hands trembled as he fumbled with the cap of the lubricant, his mind racing faster than ever before. He shook it once or twice before squirting a generous amount onto his cockhead and shaft. "W-What are you—" He started to ask, but Tammy's pleading moans cut him off. "D-do it! I w-want you!" Her voice was barely recognizable now, and her desperation was palpable in every syllable. Tristan took a deep breath, gathering up all his remaining strength and resolve. Slowly and carefully, he lined up the tip of his cock at her puckering hole, feeling the warmth emanating from her entrance. With one swift motion, he pushed forward, penetrating her tight canal. She was a little bit looser than someone her age usually would be... Thanks to her own "practice" with her willing parents. Tristan's dick still met some resistance, though, and eventually it popped in. She couldn't handle being normal anymore. She begged him for what she would have normally realized had been an unusual request. "P-... p-... pee i-nside meeeee.... Tris-... tan....", Tammy quivered, taken by complete and total brain fog. Tristan could only just register what he just heard as he felt the tightness surrounding his cockhead, which soon gave way to a mix of heat and pleasure. His hips rocked forward and backward, gradually stretching her opening wider to accommodate him better. "Ta-mmy... this... might hurt..." He managed to whisper out between heavy breaths. Despite his words of caution, Tammy arched her back, pushing against his thrusts, begging for more. "I w-want you... d-deeper!" She whimpered, her body trembling with anticipation. He humped her out of mere instinct, unable to move as easily as he would have liked just because of how much her walls were squeezing him. He popped in and out of her as she softly wet herself, and she was seemingly disappointed that he was keeping the fluids waiting. Tristan's cockhead continued to slide in and out of Tammy's tight passage, causing her to moan in pleasure. His thrusts grew faster and harder, his hips slapping against hers in a rhythmic beat. "T-Tammy... I can't... hold it..." He panted, his voice hoarse from need. "I'm g-going to...!" "J-jizzum??" Tammy's withering voice squeaked out, still wetting herself a little bit from how much she had to push her butthole. She reveled in this, Tristan orgasming inside her and THEN getting stuck... This will be a treat. She read about this in an anatomy book once... Actually, multiple times, she read it over and over again, imagining this kind of scenario. She'll probably faint from arousal if Tristan has to pee and has nowhere to go but... inside... "Y-yes!" Tristan groaned, unable to contain himself any longer. With a loud grunt, he buried himself fully inside Tammy's tight passage, his seed filling her up completely. It was messy, and they both knew it would be tricky getting cleaned up afterwards, but neither of them cared. This moment was pure bliss for both of them. Her "plan" worked; he's pumping hot, sticky fluids into her, firmly stuck inside her like a dog would be. Now, all she had to do was wait for her favorite part... Tristan entered his afterglow and was a huffing, groaning mess as Tammy winced and jittered, just waiting until she could cum from the finale she wanted. Tristan's hips slowly stopped moving, and he stayed inside Tammy, breathing heavily. His cock twitched occasionally, leaking more of his seed into her tight passage. "W-what... just happened?" He managed to ask between ragged breaths, still half-dazed by their encounter. Tammy's head slumped back and down onto the sand; she just wanted it to happen. She just wants piss up her butt. "Tr-ristan...", she tries to sultrily say, still shaking and blushing hard, "...w-...what're y-ya gonna do... now?" Tristan's cock twitched once more, and he felt a strange sensation in his lower region. A warm, familiar warmth spread throughout his body. "I... I think..." He trailed off, his eyes widening in surprise as realization dawned upon him. "I have to go!" In an instant, he tried to pull out of Tammy, but to no avail. Every time he tried, it just hurt. He felt a sharp pain in the base of his dick as he tried to move anywhere. He was stuck. Tristan's post-nut clarity was starting to hit... There was mild panic. "T-Tammy! We c-can't be... Oh no, w-we're gonna be seen here!" Tammy was too brain-fogged, still. She just wanted him to explode inside her again. "J-just... one more... thing?" Tristan's heart raced faster than ever before, and his mind was racing with panic. "I-I can't... I have to get out!" He tried again, but still, he was stuck. It wasn't happening. "Tammy, we need help! We can't just stay here like this!" His voice cracked slightly as he pleaded with her. "I-it's ok, Tr-r-ristan...", Still shaking, as on the edge as she ever had been, "J-just..." "Go-o... In-n-side me..." Tristan looked at her like she was crazy, but he couldn't deny it was the only option. "N-n... no-one's-s Go-onna... Kn-no-w-w..." Tristan hesitated for a brief moment, his mind racing with horror and disbelief at the situation they had gotten themselves into. But Tammy's pleading voice, combined with her obvious need, forced him to make a decision. "I-I can't... t-this isn't..." He groaned, his member stuck hard and deep inside her insides. Slowly, reluctantly, he pushed forward again, feeling her walls contract around him tightly. He took as deep of a breath as he could through his shakiness, and he let go. And, boy, did he. He absolutely unloaded his bladder deep into this girl's bowels. And as the hot stuff flooded her, she lost it. She winced around again, jittering and shaking her legs. Uncontrollably pissing and fingering herself as she groaned an incredible amount. She came right then and there, hard and fast, as her guts were still getting filled, She made the most girly moans she had ever made in her whole life and couldn't stop. She kept squirting and shaking from probably the hottest act she could think of, and Tristan was so desperate to go in the first place that he just went along with it. Tristan just kept going as the warmth of his urine surged into Tammy's butt, mixing with his cum. It was hotter than he expected, and the sensation of being trapped inside her only intensified it. He couldn't stop now, it would just physically hurt him if he did and it would delay the inevitable. She writhed and squirmed around him, her body shaking violently as she continuously squirted.The feeling of being filled up to the brim drove her wild with pleasure, even through her climax. After what felt like an eternity, finally, both of them were spent. Their heavy breathing slowly calmed down, and silence returned to the secluded tide pool. They lay there, still connected, panting heavily. As Tristan still involuntarily peed inside Tammy, who was already full, she didn't care. Tammy was recieving a ton of pleasure from this act, even as her half-hour afterglow began. She just lay there, groggy and breathing in a labored, trancelike manner, pissing all over Tristan's belly as he was still stuck and panicking. Tristan stared at Tammy in disbelief, his mind reeling from the intensity of what had just happened. He couldn't believe they had actually gone through with it—he had actually, he thought, defiled her innocence... or perhaps awakened something primal within her? As their breathing slowly calmed down, he tried again to move, but still, he was stuck. "T-tammy..." His voice cracked with frustration and confusion. "I-I don't know what to do..." She just groaned uselessly, with nothing on her mind but pleasure and filth. "I-it's ok, it's-s... *huff*, no b-biggieee." Tristan's tightly shut his eyes in horror as he realized what had happened. "N-no! We can't stay here!" He tried again, but his cock refused to budge. "We need help!" His voice shook with panic and desperation. "Tr-*hhhhhhh*... -istaa-ahhh-nnnn...", His name slurred out of her mouth and stayed in her head like a god of love. "C-calm-m-mmmmmmm... dow-ow-oohhhhhh... -wn..." Tristan's eyes darted around frantically, searching for any sign of help. In his mind, they were alone in the secluded tide pool, completely cut off from civilization. "Tammy, we have to get out of here!" His voice cracked with desperation as he struggled futilely against his predicament. Tammy, though, knew how far they were actually away from the colony. And she knew her parents wouldn't be too far away. Any other kid in this situation would panic like Tristan if their mom and dad caught them in this act... But not Tammy. Her parents would openly let her do something like this; her mom wants nothing more than to explore herself and express herself. Tristan's heart raced like a wild animal trapped in a cage as he fought against the strange, literal bond that held him to Tammy. His mind raced, trying to think of any possible solution, but every suggestion seemed impossible given their current predicament. "Tammy...!" He pleaded again, his voice cracking with desperation. "Tri-... *hnngngg*... Trist-a-an... Y-you can't... rush it..." She appears to have some knowledge of how this works. "Y-you can-n-nnhhh... only... wait..." Tristan's heart skipped a beat as he heard Tammy's words. Wait? How would that be possible? He tried again, and to his surprise, there was a slight give in the tight hold around his cock. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he began to inch out of her. "T-tammy... I think..."His voice trailed off as he continued to ease himself out of her body, wincing at the burning sensation that accompanied each centimeter of progress. Tammy's tummy was so full of pee that it was making weird gurgling noises that only added more background noise to Tristan's situation. Things were seriously messed up, and he didn't want any kind of authority figure to see it. "Tammy...! C-can ya... push?" She wanted nothing more... Oh, was her tummy bloated. This was the part she didn't like as much, but it was better out than in, right? She moaned and tossed as she tried to push, wetting herself again and adding more pleasure on top of her overstimulation. She was pooping out that pee, at least she was trying to, but Tristan was still hard and firmly lodged inside. Tristan felt some more stimulation mixed with discomfort as he felt the pressure building around his dick inside Tammy's butt, her stomach visibly bulging outward. He winced, unsure of what to do next. "Tammy... I-I don't know!" His voice cracked with fear and uncertainty. "We h-have to find help!" "Nnghhhh, no-ooo-ooohhh, weeeeee... *gaaahhhhnnnnn~*... do-oooohhhh-n't~", Tammy cooed as the bathroom feelings took over again, pleasuring her again in turn. She was still numb and tingly, and the extra straining on top of it only added to the weird, painful bliss of it all. Tristan's mind raced frantically, again trying to think of any possible solution. He knew this couldn't be happening—not in public, not with Tammy, and definitely not like this! "Tammy... I don't know what to do!" His voice shook with uncertainty and fear. "We have to-...!" Then he saw them. Tammy's mom and dad! Tristan's eyes widened in shock as he saw Tammy's parents approaching, his heart nearly stopping in terror. What had they gotten themselves into? Had anyone else seen them? "T-tammy... W-what do I d-d..." His voice cracked with fear and confusion. He didn't dare move, afraid of what might happen if he did. Her mom and dad were heading towards the tide pools, pretty nonchalant, like they didn't think they'd be there. But little did he know, they did. Tammy's parents figured she'd run off to a place like this. She loves swimming in the nude, and sometimes she "tries" to make friends with other nudists her age. As they got closer, Tristan's brain shut off. But... The two adults didn't seem to care about what was going on too much. "So THIS is where you've been, bambina?", Her Italian mom said, seeing her still spread out with a dick up her ass. "This must be your little friend you've been telling us about~" Her dad, a nerdy and affectionate guy with a long, dangling cock, casually piped up too. "Jeez, you really couldn't wait until you were eighteen, huh?" Tristan was completely speechless; he was fully expected to be chewed out, yet they're just chill about the whole thing, even as he's fully stuck inside her puckering, waterlogged ass. "H-h... hi, mo-ohm... hi da-ad...", Tammy said, still in orgasmic bliss as she was still relieving herself. Tammy's parents stopped in their tracks, their expressions a mix of surprise and amusement. "My, look at you two lovebirds," her mother teased, chuckling softly. She walked closer, examining the mess made by their escapade. "And here I thought you were just exploring nature together..." Her father followed suit, his eyes lingering on Tristan's exposed member, still lodged inside Tammy. "A bit... aggressive for your age, isn't it?" He said, shaking his head lightly yet grinning as if this were just an amusing everyday occurrence. Tammy was still trying to get Tristan out... or maybe this just felt good. She was pushing hard on his dick, spluttering out his clear pee all over his dick as she kept talking through her intense afterglow. "Ca-a-an Tri-ssst-aaan... *hhhhhh*... visit so-ometime...?" Tristan's heart thundered in his chest as he heard Tammy's parents speak, his mind racing with panic and humiliation. "I-I... I-I don't know what to say..." He stuttered, unable to form coherent words. "Tammy... I-I..." His voice trailed off as he felt the pressure around his cock gradually subside. Slowly and painfully, he began to inch out of her tight passageway. He finally, slowly, started to slide out, somewhat not even worth it in his mind. Her butt exploded with his pee as the sound of squirting liquid ass soon followed, spraying water out all over Tristan and the rocky sand like a second urethra. Of course, Tammy moaned again in relief as it happened and wrapped her legs around Tristan like her mom and dad weren't inches behind her... Seemingly still lost in her post-coital bliss. Tristan felt the warm liquid splattering against him, followed by a hot wave of it hitting his lower half. He tried to cover himself with his hands, but it was futile given their current situation. "Tammy!" His voice cracked with embarrassment and humiliation. "We have to clean up!" "Eh, just go in the water," Tammy's dad said, without a care. "That'll be easy enough; the pools at the back look pretty deep..." He turned to his daughter and opened his mouth again: "...I doubt Tammy'll be able to walk that far, though. Heh heh~", he chuckled like dad's usually do. Tristan didn't know what to make of Tammy's dad's casual response, his mind reeling with disbelief. "T-tammy... We can't just..." His voice trailed off as he looked at her limp form, still clutching tightly to him. "Yyyeeyeeeeeessss, Tri-hhhhh-ssstannnn...", Tammy groaned, just thinking about him and nothing else apart from what they just did. All Tristan could do was look at her mom and dad as he was stuck in her clutches. "Uhh, heh heh...", he nervously giggled. "...Nice to meet you? Tammy's Mom? Tammy's Dad?" As Tristan realized what he had just done, he was light-headed. He couldn't believe it; he had actually... with Tammy! All he could manage to croak out was "T-thanks... for... uhh..." His voice trailed off as he tried, unsuccessfully, to extract himself from her vice-like hold. "Don't worry, Ragazzo..." Tammy's mom said in a somewhat sultry and low tone, "I think any friend of her's is a friend of ours~" As Tammy's mom complimented Tristan on well he treated her girl, his brain was still processing the fact that he had actually... "Uhh... t-thanks..." He stuttered again, unable to form coherent words. "You coming home with us, munchkin?" Tammy's dad asked her. "Well, soon enough, anyway." He corrected himself, considering her vice-like leg lock. Tristan still couldn't shake the fact that Tammy's mom and dad were speaking so casually about their intimate encounter. His mind raced with confusion and disbelief, but he knew resistance was futile. He couldn't find the words to express his gratitude or apologies adequately. "Hey, if it stops her staring at every other boy around here." He chuckled in a dad-like fashion again. Tammy stirred from her afterglow for just a moment, unable to fight it. "D-DA-HHD!... Y-.... Ghhhh.....", seemingly embarrassed by this comment. Tristan's face flushed crimson, and he couldn't help but chuckle nervously. "Uh... well, I-I guess... thanks." He muttered awkwardly, still repeating himself, and still trapped in Tammy's grip. Reluctantly, he began to untangle himself from her hold, wincing as his aching member finally began to slowly retract back into his sheath. His cock was red and swollen, covered in various fluids that mixed together into a sticky mess. Tristan still had nothing to say; his words escaped him from the strangeness of it all. "Well, don't stay out here too long, Pumpkin. Your sun cream doesn't last THAT long, y'know." Her dad said this before walking off again with his wife. Tammy just went back to cooing and mumbling like a sleepy baby, weak and stuck in her afterglow. Tristan better hope that half an hour will be over soon. He watched as Tammy's parents walked away, his mind reeling with shock and disbelief. He turned to her, still feeling the weight of their actions on his shoulders. "T-tammy... I..." His voice cracked with uncertainty and guilt. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean for this to happen." "Tristan... don't b-*hhhhhhh*... don't be sor-rry...yyyyy..." ... "I loved... everyyyyy... bit... oh-offfff... iiiit..." Tristan was honestly surprised as he heard Tammy's words, her voice barely audible amidst her continued orgasmic moans. Tears welled up in his eyes as he struggled to process what had just happened, unsure of how to console her or apologize properly. "Ahhhmmm... seriou-oouuusss...", concerned that he's on the edge of tears but unable to shake the wonderful sensations that are still piling on her. Then, after a lifetime of perving on other boys, after oogling at them at the nudist colony, chasing them, trying to touch them and god knows what else, she said this for the first time: "I... luh-... uhhve... youuu...." Tristan's heart skipped a beat as he heard Tammy's confession, his eyes widening in shock and disbelief. He couldn't believe it—she actually liked him? After all this? "T-tammy... Y-you... you really mean that?" "Yeah..." she tried to keep talking through what was left of her orgasm. "I rea-ally... freakin'- *uhhhgnnnn*... Like ya... You're cute... You look good, youuu... souuuund good... You-... *uhhhhhhhh*... *hhhhnnnggffff*..." As Tammy continued to speak, her words slurred and were barely comprehensible. Tristan's mind raced with conflicting emotions: shock, disbelief, happiness, and a hint of guilt. "T-tammy..." He stuttered, unsure of how to respond to her confession. "I... I don't know what to say..." "...I know..." Tristan's lump in his throat got heavier as Tammy finally acknowledged his words, her voice growing quieter. "T-tammy... I..." He trailed off, unsure of how to express his own feelings. In response, she just leg-locked him even tighter, and he hugged her back, amazed that a girl would like him yet also joyous that, despite doing something that he would have considered gross as hell before today, she reveled in it and it was her favorite thing in the world. Tammy tightened her hold around her lover, and Tristan couldn't help but return the embrace. Their bodies pressed against each other, their shared heat radiating between them. His mind kept racing with confusion and wonderment; how could things have escalated so quickly? They were just regular kids yesterday, and now they had crossed a line that neither of them thought possible. He thought he was about to cry, yet he couldn't physically do it. He just lay there on top of Tammy again, listening to the ocean and his... girlfriend's?... labored breathing and still-thumping heartbeat. Tristan's eyes kept trying to well up with tears as he lay there, his mind reeling with the events of the day. He couldn't comprehend how things moved so quickly, but somehow, he didn't want it to end either. "T-tammy..." His voice cracked again. "I... I don't know what happened today... But... I'm glad you're okay." "O-oouuuu... Of course I-I-I'm-m... okay-yyyy-ayyyy..." "...This-s-s is-s-s-s... the b-besss... sst... day offf... my life..." Tristan choked up again as Tammy murmured her words, her voice growing fainter with each syllable. "Tammy..." He repeated her name softly, unable to comprehend the reality of their situation. "...M-me too," he whispered back, his fingers idly tracing circles on her sweaty, sandy chest. "This... was... the best day of my life." Neither one could believe it. Tammy finally did it with a boy her age, and Tristan finally did it with someone who wasn't his sister. Then again, he could now prove to those mean kids at school that he likes girls, so that's the more the merrier. Now, all he wanted was to lie on top of this girl, both of them completely naked and soaked from head to toe, in the starting-to-set afternoon sun, surrounded by the sea. Yeah, he wasn't stuck up her ass anymore, but that didn't change the fact that this healed something else inside him... Something more touchy. He then realized that they were both still covered in sweat, sand, and various fluids. But instead of revulsion, all he felt was contentment. "T-tammy..." He whispered her name yet again. "...Are ya done peeing?", he relucantly asked with a tone of acceptance. "...Yeah... I, I think so.", she croaked, after briefly trying again of course. He felt Tammy's body relax slightly, and he took a tentative breath. "...I think so too..." Tristan muttered, still unsure of what to say or do next. Cautiously, they began to disentangle themselves from their tangled mess, both wincing at the soreness and numbness that accompanied their movements. Slowly and carefully, they stumbled off, naked and covered in sand and various fluids, to the deeper tide pools to attempt to rinse themselves off. As they submerged themselves and tried to briefly wash off using the ocean water, something happened inside both of them. Like a switch was flipped, they were suddenly behaving like actual kids again. They splashed each other, and giggled a bunch, not even caring they were naked and exposed intimately to each other. Tristan felt a wave of... something... come over him, and suddenly, they were just a boy and a girl playing in the water. He couldn't help but laugh along with Tammy, playfully paddling with each other through the pool and slapping wet sand at each other, all while trying not to slip and fall. Tammy stumbles a little bit, as her legs were still shaking, and this pulls Tristan's heartstrings for a bit. "Y-you okay?" He asked between breaths. "Yeah. Never been better." Tammy exclaimed, without an ounce of shyness or anything. A far cry from what she'd be doing at school around him before today. Tristan couldn't help but grin as he heard Tammy's response, his own heart racing with newfound excitement. "Me neither," he managed to reply, matching her carefree attitude. They continued their playful banter and splashing, enjoying the cool water against their heated skin. Each touch felt electrifying, sending waves of a different kind of pleasure coursing through both of them. They hugged again in the water, humming in satisfaction and contentment, then headed off together back to the nudist colony. Tristan didn't even seem to care that he was naked anymore; his flaccid sheath stayed that way. As they emerged from the water, their bodies were still covered in a thin layer of saltwater and sand, and most of their own fluids were gone. He held Tammy's hand tightly, amazed by how natural it felt to be with her like this. "T-tammy..." He murmured, his voice hoarse from all the grunting and moaning. "Thank you... for today." "...I'm glad too." Tammy said. "I think... I think I needed that... More than anything." "Yeah... Me too." Tristan managed to softly speak out loud, unable to fully comprehend the depth of what they had shared. They walked back to the nudist colony hand in hand, their bodies still pressed against each other, and despite the strange circumstances surrounding their encounter, it felt... right. "So... what do you want to do now?" He asked tentatively, unsure of where their newfound closeness would lead them. Ever since that day—that moment that everything had been leading up to—Tammy and Tristan always hung out like regular friends, even naked, despite the hot, fuzzy feelings they always have. Some days, they'd always walk down the boardwalk together at their seaside town, wearing nothing but sandals, yet not caring about how explicit it all was. Then, outside of the nudist colony, when the time came to wear clothes like everyone else, they'd always visit the arcade, the park, or anywhere else where normal kids would go. Tammy's amazed at how different things are now; it seemed like a week ago that she'd be stunned silent by such a dreamy boy like Tristan. And yet, now, she's doing anything and everything with him like it's second nature. It seemed that, since Tristan snuck into the nudist colony and... did all that... they both got it all out of their systems. Tristan, too, couldn't help but marvel at how things had changed between him and Tammy. It was like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, and he felt more alive than ever before.\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t