I remember playing with a boy in my neighborhood named Todd. We had gone behind his service department under a lilac George W. Bush, our secret hideout where no one could retrieve us.

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

I'd never played this game, but I did desire to see what his penis looked like.

He showed it to me, so complex and unfamiliar.

Neither of us had pubic hair, as young as we were, so I took in every detail. The lowly majestic head, the pale bare shaft. All so unlike from what us girls had.

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

Gingerly at firstly, I held his small-scale, easy penis between my thumb and finger. Then I enclosed him in my paw and tugged. I ran my handwriting under him and moved the two hard marbles around inside his shriveled fiddling bag. He felt like putty, strong and pliable. Playing with him fascinated me.

I didn't want to stop caressing his penis, but he told me it was my turn, so I lifted my dress and pulled the crotch of my pantie aside.

"I can't see, Emma. make a motion your pegleg apart."

It seemed unjust, how he could uncover his penis just by opening his trouser. But I wanted him to get a good look too, so I sat in the dirt, removed my panties, and fan out my pegleg for him. Sunlight bathed the pink note of my dent, but he still complained.

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

"Here, I'll show you."I used two fingerbreadth to open myself so he could see inside. He stared, simple and funny. My pink dent mesmerized him.

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

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

We'd each had a good look, so I started to put my panties back on, but he wanted to act another game. He ran into the service department and came back with two dirty sports stadium."I'll show you how I pee if you show me."

That sounded like a secure musical theme. I really wanted to see how his worked. It looked like his phallus would be so practically ripe at peeing than mine. He set his stadium in the dirt and started to pee. I watched, amazed, as his cracking flow of pee filled his bowl. He could aim it ! I couldn't do that.

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

I set my empty bowling ball on the solid ground, lifted my doll, and squatted over it. Sir Alexander Robertus Todd got down on his hands and stifle so he could find out. Nothing happened for a consequence. Then I relaxed my musculus and let it out. I couldn't aim it like he did, but I got some of it in the bowl. My pee left darkness wet spot all over the dirt. I stood and felt a ardent trickle run down the interior of my leg.

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

I felt my heart trouncing again. I wanted to know what it tasted like. I reached down and picked up the affectionate bowl of white-livered pee. I put it to my back talk and took a sip. It had almost no taste sensation, maybe something like the top of a can before you tasted the soda. I sipped again, holding it in my mouth. It reminded me of weak chicken broth.

Sir Alexander Robertus Todd watched me, wide-eyed and amazed."I dare you to sample mine."

I liked the estimation that it came from his penis, and I wondered if that might establish it taste different than mine. I took his lovesome bowl of pee, held it to my face, and inhaled. His pee smelled strong than mine. Then I tasted it.

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

Todd shook his head.

"Chicken !"

"I am not a chicken !"He took the bowl out of my work force, put it to his rim, and sipped it. He frowned and closed his eyes tight."Ew !"He threw the roll on the footing. Pee splashed everywhere.

For a while after that, I felt ripped off. How come boys had a phallus and I only had this petty snatch between my stage ? It hardly seemed fair that boys could aim their pee and I couldn't.

As I got ready for school one morning, I discovered something quite by accident. I went to the lav to shower and lap my fuzz as usual. I turned on the urine to let it heat up up and dropped my pajamas. My pubic hair had started to come in, light Brown and soft as velvet. My breasts already filled a small bra. I stepped into the cascade and let the hot water run over my bare body.

After I lathered my hair with shampoo, I felt like I had to pee. By meter I'd rinsed my tomentum, my full bladder begged for handout. I didn't want to bother getting out of the exhibitioner to use the toilet, so I decided to pee in the shower.

I put one groundwork on the side of the tub, spread myself open with two finger, and let it out. To my surprise, holding it open made it hail out in a stream. I watched the crinkle of sensationalistic shoot out of me and arc down into the bottom of the tub. If I turned my hips and moved my fingers, I could make my pee go in different counsel. I couldn't believe it ! I could pee like a boy !

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

I remember walking home from schooltime one winter after a refreshed snow. Ahead of me, two boys ran out from behind a recess marketplace. As I passed where they'd been, I saw yellow credit line of pee in the Charles Percy Snow where they'd tried to drop a line their public figure.

While some girl might have been disgusted, I took it as a challenge. I knew I could pen my epithet better than those stupid boys. I looked around, not wanting to get caught. The snowbank couldn't have been more secluded. I hiked up my wench and pulled my scanty aside, exposing my furry chaparral. With two finger, I spread my labia undefended, and the winter air chilled my pinko scratch.

My hot pee shot out like a laser, etching yellowness personal line of credit in the snow. I wrote each letter just like I would ratify my public figure with a pen. My pass water laser slowed to a stream, then a dribble. As I put myself away, I felt the last few fall soak into the crotch of my panty. I looked at the Snow bank and beamed with pridefulness. It bore a cursive Emma, and quite practiced chirography if you ask me.

As I got elder, my broad bush of pubic fuzz made a beautiful brown muffin, but it got in the way when I peed. I wanted a nice straight flow that I could aim, and I didn't want to worry about stray hairs getting in the way. All that hair made it laborious to finger myself, too.

One morning, as I shaved my pegleg in the shower, I decided it would be just as well-situated to knock off my pubic hairsbreadth. I lathered up and ever so carefully drew the razor across my Monday. clump of hair washed down the waste pipe with each solidus. I rinsed myself off and ran my fingerbreadth over my slippery bare crotch. It felt wonderfully naked -- and a little naughty. My clit throbbed when I fingered it. I put another finger inside my vagina and masturbated as the hot weewee rained down on my breasts.

Once, in high school, my teacher asked me to charter a pamphlet to the main office. As I walked down the empty hall, I decided to stop at the girl'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 slope of the shoal. Desperate, I looked up and down the manse, then stepped into the boy's room.

With everyone in class, I had the room all to myself. I headed for the booth, but then I saw the urinals, mounted on the wall like pop art carving. 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 lavatory counter, kicked off my sandals, and removed my jeans and panty. I walked back to the urinal, au naturel from the waist down. With my legs and bare labia spread apart, I peed straight into the urinal. A pink soap-like bar at the rump made some of my pee spray back. I drew a line up one side of meat 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 defenseless prick, slick with juice and the shoemaker's last warm up trickle of my pee. I stuck one long finger inside my warm vagina. At the same time, I rubbed my slippery small clitoris. The smell of pee filled my nostrils as I jacked myself off in front of the urinal. The empty boy's room was tacit except for the wet sound of my masturbation and my breathless panting.

I almost made myself cum, but thought I heard a haphazardness in the Granville Stanley Hall. Spooked, I put my clothes back on and listened at the door. When I heard no one, I cursed. I'd been so closing to cumming ! I left the boy's room and headed for the billet, innocent as a dear. Halfway there, I realized I hadn't washed my work force. My fingers smelled like pee and pussycat juice. I put each one in my oral fissure and licked them clean.

After that, I always associated peeing with sex. I had boyfriends in luxuriously schoolhouse, but they were immature. Experimentation didn't stake 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 student residence emptied one holiday weekend and we had the place to ourselves. One night, after we fucked in his room, we walked naked to the bath to clean up. But instead of using the charwoman's room, I followed him, giggling, right to a urinal. He stood there defenseless and aimed his penis at the drain, but I didn't want to be a passive observer. I wanted to help.

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

I held his hobble member, still damp with my pussy juice, and kept it aimed into the urinal. Then he started to pee, and I could sense the pee streaming through his penis. I moved him with my hand, spraying his pee all over the interior of the urinal. Then I made some of his pee splash the wall 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 hand. I felt his quick pee on my fingers as I rubbed the head of his phallus. Then I got down on my stifle and took him in my mouth.

He put his hand on the dorsum of my headway."Oh, yeah."

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

Then I stood next to him, spread my stage and bare labia, and relieve oneself into the same urinal. He got down on his knees and watched my pee stream out of me. When my bladder had emptied, he put his hand on my ass and pulled my defenseless pussy to his face. I felt his tongue on me, inside me, licking up every drop of pee and slit juice.

At the end of our fledgling year, after our last concluding, Marcus and I decided to go camping. We found a private spot on a lake and pitched our collapsible shelter. I drank a ton of water while we set up coterie, and by time we were done, I had to pee. We were away from the populace campsite and surrounded by thickset Wood, so we didn't have to worry about anyone seeing us.

"wishing to see me pee like a dog ?"

Marcus smiled and nodded.

I laid a blanket on the ground, took off every stitch of clothing, and got down on all fours. I spread my bare cunt lips apart with my finger and turned my head back to watch. A flow 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 inside 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 back. I spread my legs and played with myself. I looked up at Marcus's phallus aimed down at me, prepare to pee, and squeezed one of my breasts.

His pee shot out and splashed on my belly, yellow and warm. He aimed it between my leg and I rubbed my pussy with his slippery pee. I spread myself open and felt his hot pee pound my clit and run down the shot of my ass. jaundiced pee splashed across my stark breasts.

I loved lying under his pee flow. I wanted to try out it coming right out of his penis. I opened my mouth, and Marcus aimed his pee into it. I drank from his warm fountain, salty and metallic. I kept masturbating and had a minuscule orgasm while his hot piddle streamed into my unresolved mouthpiece. He peed all over my face and hair, then his pee ran out.

observance me masturbate and drink his pee must deliver been a bout on for him, because his tool turned stiff as a log. I got on my knees in front man of him and let the final drop-off of his pee drool out onto my tongue while I jacked him off.

He laid side by side to me on the mantle, now wet with his pee, and we kissed as I stroked his cock. I pushed him over on his back and rode him like a gymnastic horse. I felt him hump me from below like a bucking bronc, and I toke him oceanic abyss inside me.

I wanted to cum all over his tough cock, but I must have drank too much water because I needed to pee again. The thinking of my entire vesica brought me even closer to orgasm. I had to pee, but I didn't want to stop over shag, I wanted to cum.

I couldn't hold my pee any longer, and it started to dribble out of me around Marcus's cock while we fucked. Each jab of his stopcock seemed to push more pee out of me. I stopped trying to take hold it back and let go. I sprayed pee all over him. That's when I came.

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

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