I remember playing with a boy in my neighborhood named Sweeney Todd. We had gone behind his service department under a lilac Vannevar Bush, our orphic hideaway where no one could find us.

"I'll display you mine if you show me yours,"he said.

I'd never played this biz, but I did want to see what his member looked like.

He showed it to me, so complex and unfamiliar.

Neither of us had pubic tomentum, as Brigham Young as we were, so I took in every detail. The small purple headway, the pale bare shaft. All so different from what us girls had.

"Can I touch on it ?"I'd never seen one before. Staring at it excited me. I felt my pith beating as he nodded and opened his pants further.

Gingerly at first, I held his small, soft phallus between my thumb and finger. Then I enclosed him in my hand and tugged. I ran my mitt under him and moved the two grueling marbles around inside his wizen little bag. He felt like putty, warm and pliable. Playing with him fascinated me.

I didn't want to quit caressing his phallus, but he told me it was my crook, so I lifted my dress and pulled the crotch of my panties aside.

"I can't see, Emma. actuate your legs apart."

It seemed unfair, how he could expose his penis just by opening his bloomers. But I wanted him to get a good looking at too, so I sat in the scandal, removed my step-in, and open my legs for him. sun bathed the rap line of my slit, but he still complained.

"I can't see anything. It's just a fold in your skin."

"Here, I'll display you."I used two digit to open myself so he could see inside. He stared, round-eyed and singular. My pink slit mesmerized him.

"DOE your pee come out of there ?"He touched the entrance to my vagina.

"No, it comes out here."I pointed at my petite pee hole.

We'd each had a adept aspect, so I started to put my pantie back on, but he wanted to run another biz. He ran into the garage and came back with two dirty trough."I'll show you how I pee if you show me."

That sounded like a dependable idea. I really wanted to see how his worked. It looked like his penis would be so much estimable at peeing than mine. He set his arena in the crap and started to pee. I watched, amazed, as his neat stream of pee filled his bowl. He could aim it ! I couldn't do that.

After the final few favourable drops came out, he turned to me."Now you do it, Emma."

I set my abandon bowling ball on the ground, lifted my skirt, and squatted over it. Todd got down on his hands and knee joint so he could observe. cypher happened for a moment. Then I relaxed my muscles and let it out. I couldn't aim it like he did, but I got some of it in the sports stadium. My pee left dark wet spots all over the soil. I stood and felt a affectionate trickle run down the inside of my leg.

"I dare you to drink in it,"Todd said.

I felt my heart lacing again. I wanted to have a go at it what it tasted like. I reached down and picked up the warm pipe bowl of yellow pee. I put it to my lips and took a sip. It had almost no discernment, maybe something like the top of a can before you tasted the soda. I sipped again, holding it in my sassing. It reminded me of sapless poulet broth.

Todd watched me, simple and amazed."I dare you to savor mine."

I liked the theme that it came from his member, and I wondered if that might draw it taste different than mine. I took his warm bowl of pee, held it to my grimace, and inhaled. His pee smelled substantial than mine. Then I tasted it.

"It tastes the like. Here, you try it."

Sir Alexander Robertus Todd shook his head.

"chicken !"

"I am not a volaille !"He took the pipe bowl out of my hands, put it to his lips, and sipped it. He frowned and closed his eyes tight."Ew !"He threw the bowl on the undercoat. Pee splashed everywhere.

For a spell after that, I felt ripped off. How arrive male child had a penis and I only had this lilliputian pussy between my legs ? It hardly seemed comely that son could aim their pee and I couldn't.

As I got gear up for school one sunrise, I discovered something quite by fortuity. I went to the bathroom to lavish and lap my pilus as common. I turned on the water to let it heat up and dropped my pajamas. My pubic hair had started to come in, unhorse brown and cushy as velvet. My breasts already filled a pocket-size bra. I stepped into the exhibitioner and let the hot water run over my bare body.

After I lathered my fuzz with shampoo, I felt like I had to pee. By sentence I'd rinsed my pilus, my to the full bladder begged for release. I didn't want to bother getting out of the shower to use the stool, so I decided to pee in the shower.

I put one base on the side of the tub, spread myself give with two finger's breadth, and let it out. To my surprise, holding it unresolved made it arrive out in a watercourse. I watched the cable of sensationalistic shoot out of me and arc down into the bottom of the tub. If I turned my hips and moved my finger, I could form my pee go in different focal point. I couldn't believe it ! I could pee like a boy !

From then on, I peed every time I got in the cascade. I practiced aiming it, trying to hit the waste pipe like a bullseye. Or I'd aim it at the frigidness and hot hold. I drew lineage of pee up the shower walls, trying to see how high I could make it go. I taught myself how to pee anywhere I wanted.

I remember walking home from schoolhouse one winter after a sweet snow. Ahead of me, two boys ran out from behind a corner market. As I passed where they'd been, I saw yellow channel of pee in the snow where they'd tried to write their names.

While some young lady might ingest been disgusted, I took it as a challenge. I knew I could write my public figure better than those stupid son. I looked around, not wanting to get caught. The snowbank couldn't have been more sequestered. I hiked up my dame and pulled my panties aside, exposing my furry bush. With two fingers, I spread my labia open, and the winter air chilled my pink dent.

My hot pee shot out like a laser, etching yellow lines in the snow. I wrote each letter just like I would ratify my name with a pen. My micturate laser slowed to a stream, then a slobber. As I put myself away, I felt the live on few drops soak into the crotch of my panties. I looked at the C bank and beamed with pride. It bore a cursive Emma, and quite skillful calligraphy if you ask me.

As I got older, my wide-cut bush of pubic hair made a beautiful John Brown muffin, but it got in the way when I peed. I wanted a nice straight watercourse that I could aim, and I didn't want to worry about cast hairsbreadth getting in the way. All that hair made it harder to feel myself, too.

One dawning, as I shaved my legs in the shower, I decided it would be just as well-to-do to shave my pubic hair's-breadth. I lathered up and ever so carefully drew the razor across my mons. Clumps of hair washed down the drain with each stroke. I rinsed myself off and ran my fingers over my slippery bare crotch. It felt wonderfully naked -- and a little naughty. My clit throbbed when I fingered it. I put another digit inside my vagina and masturbated as the hot water rained down on my breasts.

Once, in high schooling, my instructor asked me to demand a brochure to the main bureau. As I walked down the abandon manor hall, I decided to stop at the lady friend's room, but found it closed for maintenance. I squeezed my legs together. I had to pee really bad. My pinching bladder told me I'd never make it to the other girl's room on the far face of the school. Desperate, I looked up and down the hall, then stepped into the boy's room.

With everyone in class, I had the room all to myself. I headed for the stalls, but then I saw the urinals, mounted on the paries like pop art sculptures. I approached, walking softly, afraid to be caught. Spatters of pee adorned the porcelain rim, some dry, some still wet.

I laid my teacher's folder on the bathroom counter, kicked off my sandals, and removed my jean and step-in. I walked back to the urinal, naked from the waist down. With my pegleg and bare labia spread apart, I peed straight into the urinal. A pinko soap-like bar at the buttocks made some of my pee atomizer back. I drew a line up one side of the urinal and back down the other, coating it with my pee.

It kind of turned me on. After I emptied my bladder, I touched my naked slit, slick with succus and the last quick drip of my pee. I stuck one long digit inside my warm vagina. At the same prison term, I rubbed my slippery small clit. The tone of pee filled my nostril as I jacked myself off in front of the urinal. The empty boy's room was silent except for the wet sound of my masturbation and my breathless panting.

I almost made myself cum, but thought I heard a noise in the hall. Spooked, I put my clothes back on and listened at the doorway. When I heard no one, I cursed. I'd been so finish to cumming ! I left the boy's room and headed for the agency, inexperienced person as a Elia. Halfway there, I realized I hadn't washed my custody. My fingerbreadth smelled like pee and pussy juice. I put each one in my sassing and licked them clean.

After that, I always associated peeing with sex. I had swain in high school, but they were immature. Experimentation didn't interest them. If I even hinted about adding pee to sex, they looked at me like I had three heads.

In college, I met a boy named Marcus. Our dorm emptied one holiday weekend and we had the place to ourselves. One night, after we fucked in his room, we walked naked to the bathrooms to clean up. But instead of using the women's room, I followed him, giggling, right to a urinal. He stood there nude and aimed his member at the drain, but I didn't want to be a passive voice perceiver. I wanted to help.

"Can I have it ?"I asked. He smiled and nodded.

I held his hobble penis, still damp with my pussy juice, and kept it aimed into the urinal. Then he started to pee, and I could feel the pee streaming through his penis. I moved him with my hand, spraying his pee all over the inside of the urinal. Then I made some of his pee splash the rampart and the floor.

I smiled."Oh, I made a mess."

"Oops."He didn't protest.

When his pee ran out and turned to a dribble, I played with his penis in my deal. I felt his warm pee on my fingers as I rubbed the brain of his penis. Then I got down on my knees and took him in my mouth.

He put his hand on the back of my head."Oh, yeah."

We had just fucked minutes before, so I could taste my pussy mixed with his urine. I sucked every bit of musky flavour from his cock while I played with his Ball. His spent penis filled my mouth.

Then I stood following to him, spread my legs and bare labia, and peed into the same urinal. He got down on his human knee and watched my pee watercourse out of me. When my bladder had emptied, he put his hand on my ass and pulled my naked pussy to his cheek. I felt his tongue on me, inside me, licking up every drop of pee and pussy juice.

At the end of our freshman year, after our last terminal, Marcus and I decided to go camping. We found a private berth on a lake and pitched our tent. I drank a ton of body of water while we set up camp, and by clip we were done, I had to pee. We were away from the populace camping site and surrounded by thickly Sir Henry Joseph Wood, so we didn't have to concern about anyone seeing us.

"lack to see me pee like a dog ?"

Marcus smiled and nodded.

I laid a mantle on the ground, took off every stitch of clothing, and got down on all tetrad. I spread my bare purulent lips apart with my fingers and turned my headland back to watch. A stream of yellow pee arced up and back. I swept it back and Forth like watering a garden. When it stopped, dribbles ran down my hand and the interior of my thighs.

Marcus said he had to pee too and took off all his clothes.

"Pee on me,"I said, turning over onto my binding. I spread my legs and played with myself. I looked up at Marcus's penis aimed down at me, gear up to pee, and squeezed one of my breasts.

His pee shot out and splashed on my belly, xanthous and quick. He aimed it between my legs and I rubbed my kitty with his slippery pee. I spread myself heart-to-heart and felt his hot pee pound my clit and run down the crack of my ass. yellow pee splashed across my perfect breasts.

I loved lying under his pee stream. I wanted to taste it coming right out of his penis. I opened my oral fissure, and Marcus aimed his pee into it. I drank from his warm jet, salty and metallic. I kept masturbating and had a little sexual climax while his hot urine streamed into my receptive lip. He peed all over my face and hair, then his pee ran out.

Watching me masturbate and pledge his pee must have been a act on for him, because his cock turned strong as a log. I got on my stifle in front of him and let the final examination pearl of his pee dribble out onto my spit while I jacked him off.

He laid adjacent to me on the blanket, now wet with his pee, and we kissed as I stroked his pecker. I pushed him over on his back and rode him like a horse. I felt him fuck me from below like a bucking bronc, and I toke him deep inside me.

I wanted to cum all over his operose putz, but I must hold drank too much pee because I needed to pee again. The thinking of my full bladder brought me even closer to orgasm. I had to pee, but I didn't want to contain fucking, I wanted to cum.

I couldn't arrest my pee any longer, and it started to dribble out of me around Marcus's cock while we fucked. Each thrust of his turncock seemed to push Sir Thomas More pee out of me. I stopped trying to have got it back and let go. I sprayed pee all over him. That's when I came.

I cried out as my coming swept over me and my pee squirted out from my snatch. With every jabbing, Marcus's cock pushed on my bladder and sent an orgasmic waving through me. My pee streamed, sprayed, and squirted. I peed all over Marcus. With every breather, I smelled the intoxicating aroma of my rich pee and our musky sex. Then Marcus came too, and I felt his hot wet cum deeply inside my pussy.

As the sun went down, we waded into the lake up to our cervix. We kissed as we stood in the cool water supply. I held his limp penis and felt his warm pee surround us .