I often wonder how people get involved with pee. We come across it in porn, or we even search it out. How does one propose the idea of a aureate shower ? It has to start somewhere… but where exactly ? I was lucky to have been introduced to it while I was in college. My partner was very open to new experiences. It was my first time, and later on it was quite dissimilar with two other pardner. Still…..

She was a sheltered Asian who grew up in both a bourgeois and humiliated place. Her name was Vicky. A bantam curvy Pacific islander ( Filipino ) who could look both stunning and blend in a crowd. Through conversation she confessed that she was sexualy dynamic from a very early age, and through trust we explored our desires.

backrest to the bathroom.

In any healthy family relationship the thought of peeing in movement of another is very casual. Our situation was no different. One evening after a nighttime of young fucking we both had to pee. She went first, and I followed. Vicky explained that she often watches me do my business and was rummy about how I pee.

"You pull your foreskin back ? Why can't you just let it go ?"she asked.

She was obsessed with my uncircumcised penis. Most women are, it is like that thing you hear about and never see. I can not stress enough that it is a love it or hate it thing. Being of Spanish people ( Spain ) downslope my parents put zero view about my penis's sociable status, but not this girl. From the first time she put it in her sass she just couldn't get enough. Everyone has a druthers of what they enjoy performing and receiving. Vicky, oh she loved to suck up cock. It was an early intimate experience and she had entirely bragged that it was her specialty. More on that at a later on date.

I responded to her that pulling back my skin gives me a straight shooter. She didn't quite believe me, so she asked the question."Can I bear it while you pee ?."

Not really sure what to say I agreed and she wrapped her hired hand around it and pulled back my prepuce. Trying not to be aroused I pissed into the toilet.

She couldn't stop smiling.

The next forenoon I woke up, and she sprung up and followed me into the can. She asked to do it again. I agreed. I felt that this was going to be a thing.

She was all smiles again.

The accompany dawn she asked again, and we went through this routine. All grin, but it was unlike this time. She cupped my musket ball as I pissed in the toilet and I started getting hard. This made the stream go sideways and produce a bit of a mess. She didn't thinker, and still I didn't know where this was going. I enjoyed it, but I needed answers.

Over breakfast I asked what was going on, and she casually answered that she just wanted to do it. While eating a square of toast she just said"I love that I can find it come out of you ”. I followed with a blunt query"is now a thing that we are going to do ?."She just nodded her head to acknowledge that this is a thing.

Over the next several weeks I peed with her holding my hammer. Sometimes she would tease my balls, early multiplication she would cod my anus. This was a thing. I even got weird about peeing without her. I just knew that this was heading towards the inevitable, but the waiting was killing me.

One evening she was going to spend the night, and I went to the lavatory before bed. She followed me rightfield in, and took her position. Except this time she got on her human knee and got to eye story with my rooster. She didn't pull back my foreskin, and just asked me to go ahead and pee.

"Like this ?"I asked.

"Yes, just like this ”, as she wrapped her hand around my cock slightly pushing forward.

So I started to pee.

If you don't know your way around an uncircumcised prick it just dribbles out. The gap is more closed, and I could guess that the urine just swirls around the headway underneath my loosen hide. She was impudence to cock watching me peeing. She was so shut I knew she could smell it. What I didn't expect was right before I finished, and the erratic flow turned into a dribble she just took it into her mouth.

I accepted it, I knew it was a matter of sentence before she did the deed. It was a slow burn from peculiarity to instruction execution. Now here I am pissing in her rima oris as she looks back at me with her affectionate brown optic. Her tongue spinning around the passing sore mind all while suckling my growing cock. There wasn't much left, but she just swallowed what remained from my bladder. She then stuck her tongue under my prepuce and cleaned it up. I couldn't help but get rock hard. There I was standing in front line of the toilet looking down at her with my dick in her mouth.

I placed my hand behind her head and gently fucked her little mouth with my cock. I didn't last but a few minutes before I filled her cheeks with my cum.

She stood up after making an hyperbolise gulp and kissed me right on the mouth. Her tongue down my throat and the gustatory sensation of me all around.

She told me she had to pee, and she will be right to bed.

She continued to help me pee from metre to time over the difference of our meter together. We took it further, and expanded from sentence to fourth dimension. I still wake up on my day off with my putz in my script thinking about that here and now. Those eyes with my cock pissing in her mouth .