Meg had not been aware of anyone arriving and she lay on the bench, eyes shut, dreaming about having sex with Kelli. As the door opened, she didn't budge, assuming Kelli were back.
"See how she wet herself?" she heard Kelli say, and still kept her eyes shut. "I already cleaned most of the mess, but see for yourself!"
With this, Meg opened her eyes: Who was Kelli talking to? Shocked, she realized Mr. Anderson was staring at her.
He had not expected to find a cuffed and bound girl, breasts exposed and nipples stiffly erect due to the coldness caused by her wet tight leggings. His gaze went from her beautiful round breasts topped by clearly defined areolae framing hard nipples, across her belly, to be caught by her drenched leggings clearly defining the outline of her shaven vulva. Those pants were obviously soaked in her pee. He'd smell girl's pee right as he'd opened the door. He was furious and terribly turned on at once. This girl was so amazing; he longed so to touch her. She'd always appeared strong and commanding to him in her role as his wife's daughter's chaperone. Here, he saw her in a completely new light -- helplessly bound, half-naked, drenched in piss... He found himself fantasizing about abusing her in her vulnerable situation, taking advantage of her, using the excuse of her wetting accident to justify his assault. His civilized upbringing and the fresh memory of last week's catastrophe restrained him from letting this happen outside his imagination.
"You promised me a favor, right?" his daughter asked. "I would love to see you pee on her as a punishment."
Mr. Anderson didn't reply, but Kelli saw his penis twitch.
"Oh, please Daddy! I am sooo wanting to see it!"
She mimed excited little jumps like a little girl, clapping her hands.
"Please! I'm so excited!"
"No, Darling, I can't do this. It's not the right thing to do!"
Crestfallen, her shoulders slumped as she tilted her head slightly, looking up pleadingly at her stepfather.
"Come on, that's not fair! Remember last week? You didn't ask about right or wrong when you let her pee on me! And later even you peed on me -- just to please her. Can you deny you owe me this one?"
Her stepfather wasn't quite convinced yet. But he needed to divert his attention from the sight before him -- neither Meg's exposed body nor Kelli's little girl begging helped his resolve. Distractedly, he played with his pants. He had to free his hurting boner from its tight compartment -- as if in trance, he opened his pants and pulled down his tight briefs to get his erect penis out. On autopilot, he replied at the same time:
"I mean, I can't just pee on someone. It wasn't right to do it to you, so why should I repeat such a thing? She might even sue me!"
The contradiction of his acts and words had not gone unnoticed by his stepdaughter:
"Bullshit! She won't sue you. She is too deep in it, too! I promise." she shattered his argument. "Come here, I'll hold your prick and direct the stream to all the places I want covered by your pee!"
Meg was staring at them, disbelief in her eyes. It couldn't be true! Surely, Mr. Anderson would never agree to her outrageous request. It was just too far from anything ever heard of. And Kelli wouldn't touch her stepfather's member -- how could she dare!
But Kelli had grabbed her dad's penis and was pointing it at her.
"Come on Dad, you know our deal! Remember she is a dyke? She would never let you see her like this if I weren't here. And she won't let you touch her. But she will accept me directing a golden shower all over her nice body, boobs and all. She knows she owes me this one. Even if it is provided by your courtesy."
He didn't move.
"Please Daddy, don't embarrass me like this! Do you want her to believe I can't carry out my revenge? I'm not a weak girl to be bullied around -- you wouldn't want me to be. Please! I set up everything -- and you promised to help! I want to feel the pee streaming through your penis, then see it arching through the air and hitting her soft skin. I want to have the experience of directing a pee stream just as I like. Like Meg did last week. It must be your dick: Anatomically, I will never be able to do that with my own pee!"
It wasn't intentional. But he had put off going to the loo in the office all day, and when his stepdaughter had called him, he had headed straight home in the hope to find relief. It had not come, and now he was too desperate to argue any longer. Having freed his penis from his pants, he had felt the urge to let go immediately. Only the stiffness of his prick had kept him from releasing his bladder's contents immediately. But now it was just happening.
He was watching the scene like a bystander: His stepdaughter was holding his boner, a fine but firm stream of pee emanating from its tip. She was directing his pee to cover Meg's tits. His dick was too stiff to be bent down any further. He observed how the force of his stream dented the soft tissue of Meg's round breast, his pee splashing all over her face. Now his wife's daughter bent his manhood down. Yes, she was forcing, but he was not shy helping her by pivoting his hip. He, too, wanted to see what she was up to. And thus his strongest stream ever hit his employee's pink leggings. His pee was directed at Meg's cameltoe, hitting right in the middle. He had the impression the force of his jet was even prying her pussy-slit open -- at least it became more visible as the pants were forcefully pushed into it.
Meg had taken a moment to overcome her shock at first, but then she remembered how she had enjoyed drenching Kelli in exactly the same way the week before. Observing the daughter-father couple, she noticed that Kelli was directing the stream skillfully to stimulate her most sensitive areas. She moaned as she felt the strong stream, dampened by the fabric of her pants, stimulating her clitoral region. She didn't want to admit it -- but it felt good!
Kelli had been caught by surprise as her stepdad's urine finally started to flow. But quickly, she had figured out how to direct his jet. She loved to feel the throbbing and pulsing of his penis as heartbeat and bladder pressure fought about access to his urethra. It turned her on to see his piss fanning out when it hit Meg's breasts, evenly covering her face in a mist of pee. She enjoyed watching how it made her tutor's nipples wiggle: This was sweet revenge! Meg would repent she had started this. And she, Kelli, would make her mother's husband become a mere tool in her repertoire to subdue and dominate Meg in the future! The best thing: She had set up secret cams filming every single move. She would be able to enjoy this again and again, even after it was over -- and she might be able to blackmail both, her dad and Meg, threatening to tell her mom or go public with selected scenes.
Thinking about her mom, Kelli felt a brief pang of conscience. Was she ever to find out? What was it like to know your partner was enjoying sex with someone else, with someone half as old? And what would it be like to find out that her daughter had engineered this state to continue -- after her husband had had qualms and decided not to see the young girl again?
Strangely, she didn't feel remorse. Instead, she turned her attention back to the present.
"Dad? Admit it -- you like it, too!" she asked. "I can feel it -- your dick is twitching and pulsing even now, as the force of your pee stream is ebbing."
She looked in his face, totally turned on by the idea that she was delivering her stepdad with his possibly best ever sexual experience. She felt absolutely in control. And she liked the idea she was offering him a great gift by making his perverted dream come true. She felt once again the innocent joy she had felt as a child when she gave him her favorite toy for his birthday! Only this time, it wasn't innocent at all.
"It arouses me to know you like it! It feels so good to provide you with this pleasure!"
Saying this, she gently stroked his shaft. And added sexily:
"Your bladder is empty, there is no more pee coming -- but your dick is as hard as ever!"
For a while, she continued rubbing his boner, slowly moving her hand along his shaft, pumping gently.
"This was all drenched by your pee!" she continued, releasing his dick and running her hand over Meg's skin, stroking over the girl's toned abdomen. "My hands are wiping your pee off her body; I'm not shy to touch it. Watch me now pull down her leggings -- I'm exposing her so you can see her beautiful legs. Isn't like I'm unwrapping a gift for you?"
She smiled her sweetest smile at him and began pulling down her tutor's completely soaked leggings. There was no dry spot down to the knees. Following a devilish intuition, she made sure Meg's panties stayed in place to increase the time until her stepfather would be presented all her beauty. Feeling Meg's wet body, her hands gliding along the teen's piss-sprinkled skin, turned her on. As she reached about knee level, she turned again to her stepfather:
"Unfortunately our friend is locked to the machine. I fear we shall have to rip her leggings apart to take them off. Can you give me a hand, please?"
His mind still spinning from the events unfolding in front of him, Mr. Anderson felt how his hand was taken, laid on the wet leggings -- and then he was ordered to pull. And pull he did.
"Your hand is holding wet leggings. They were drenched by your pee, but also by hers. Remember she'd peed herself?" She teased, happily observing how his boner pumped at the mention.
