The man staggered to his feet and wavered from side to side.

"Then piss on the mother-fucking lawn," Mommy said, spitting on the floor.

"I don't feel like pissing on the lawn either," he said.

"What the fuck do you feel like doing?" Mommy said, looking up.

"I feel like doing something nasty to Bambi," Neil Brummer said.

"What are you going to do to me?" Bambi Starr questioned.

"I am going to use you as my outhouse," Neil Brummer said.

"You, you are going to piss on me?" Bambi Starr said.

"No?"

"Nope."

"I am confused."

"I am going to piss in you."

"In me?"

"In your mouth."

"Yuck!"

He slapped her face.

Under ordinary circumstances she liked drinking manly piss, but she didn't like Neil Brummer and THAT was what made it disgusting.

"Get on your knees!"

"No."

He slapped her again.

"Best do as he says, Bambi," Mommy said, looking up from her bottle briefly.

"Ohhhhhhh," Bambi Starr moaned.

"Do it," the handsome young man said.

"Please…"

"Shut up and kneel."

Bambi Starr knelt.

"Open your mouth!" She did.

"Tilt your head back!" She did.

She did.

Neil Brummer whipped out his prick and began to take a leak. Neil Brummer held his cock with his right hand. He was drunk.

His aim was bad.

He splattered her face with hot pee.

But he then quickly re-directed his aim and he made the stream of beer piss go directly into her tiny mouth. She drank. She only had two choices. She could drink or she could drown, so she drank.

It tasted awful.

"Ahhhhhhhhh," Neil Brummer said, shivering with his urination.

She felt like gagging.

"Feels so good," Neil Brummer said closing his eyes and arching his back.