Doing extreme point things in my mind was easy. Being kinky in my mind was easy. Watching porn alone. You watch soo much porn it gets to the decimal point that your watching pissing television and all sorts of extreme substance like it was normal. I watched it all. Clicking on TV that were unrealistic and extremum. It excited me. I must be one of very few people who watched this stuff.

Going on online chat rooms. Looking through the listing of yack for women. Private messaging them with a/s/l. If they answer that then you look for an opening. Easy and insidious questions to pop with. Inserting emojis. Smiles and winking faces. If they reply with similar emojis you take it up a notch. What are you doing tonight ? Single ? What do you attend like ? You look for signs in their answers that they are completely ok with these questions. You want to get them onto talking about sex or anything sex related.

I started chatting with an older adult female. She was almost 50. I was 24. She lived about an hour away. What do you reckon like I asked ? She replied, brown hair, risque eyes, 5ft 6. A very general de***********ion but right enough. The chat between us was flirty. muckle of insinuation.

What do you like ? I asked. She knew what I meant. She knew I meant sex. She listed things she liked and turned her on. She even included pissing to the end of the tilt. My eyes opened wide. Fucking hell I thought. Can this really be ? I needed to know Sir Thomas More. She liked the theme of being in the shower and having someone piss on her leg. Sounds ok I thought. Warm scandalmongering liquid running down her leg whilst both under the shower. We spoke about it more. Too much. It was n't enough for us to lecture about pissing on individual wooden leg. It escalated it to peeing all over our bodies and licking the skin. We chatted online for ages and the long it went on the more extreme we got.

She asked if I could chat on the phone. I gave my number and I waited nervously for the phone to hoop.

The phone rang and I answered. howdy, I said nervously. A woman 's phonation replied. hullo, she said. Hearing her part on the earphone was an superfluous dimension and I was n't as fast to reply or as witty as I had been on Old World chat. We started talking about the affair we said online. I liked her soft voice. We sort of went back to the beginning but it was n't long before our headphone conversation was equally as kinky.

That 's it ! We have to do it. We have spoken about it so a lot that we must meet. The meet for set for 10pm. We met in a car park. I arrived first and she pulled in just after. We both stepped out from our railroad car. We looked at each former. She looked her age but certainly not in a bad way. She seemed capable bodied, not wrinkled and no genuine grey hair as far as I could see nice wearing apparel. All seemed normal. She looked like a home wife to me and that turned me on. She said to follow her. Many matter went through my mind as I followed her. All the things we had talked about. Were we actually going to go that far. How would we set off it face to fount. Could we sweep over any nerves to ask for what we spoke about. How do you ask someone you have just met if you can pee on them ?

We entered the categoric. We sat on the couch facing each other. pocket-size talk ensued as we sat very near and maintained eye contact. I think both of us were keen to start this. Nerves evaporated. We kissed on the couch which was soo nice. She was the honest-to-god lady I had been with. We kissed hard. spit deep. I felt her breasts, organic structure, bum and ramification. I wanted her hands all over me so I made sure she had slow access. I was excited and hard. She rubbed my fork. wearing apparel were slowly coming off. She had me down to my pugilist. I removed her clothes opus by piece of music until she only had her tweed pants and bra on. I wanted to bump off her bra. As we kissed I reached around to unclip it. She arched her back forward so I could contact it. The bra came off revealing her breasts. Not sagging often and a small pointy. I licked her breasts. She leant back slightly and I moved upwards almost on top of her.

We had sex on the lounge. Mostly missional. We did a few import of doggy vogue. I wanted to take her set over the cover of the couch but we never got that far. Afterwards we lay on the lounge, bodies intertwined kissing and touching. She hinted she needed to goto the bathroom and asked if I wanted to total. She walked towards the bathroom and I followed. We entered and faced each other standing next to the bathtub tub. It was a standard white bath tub surrounded by shampoo feeding bottle, font apparel, liquid ecstasy etc. We stepped inside. Standing up inside the tub we kissed some more. Do you want to do this ? she asked. Yes, I replied. I was excited. This was very kinky. I could feel my cock solidification. She pulled my right leg slightly forward. That 's where she was going to pee. She arched her back slightly pushing her hips forward. She made her self as tall as she could. I watched waiting for it to come about. Then she started to pee. Low pressure at start before it got going. The landing spot moved from just above my knee up to my waist. Pee ran down my leg. She then swayed her pelvic arch left and mighty. The pee was going down the front of my leg and down the side my leg and some was running through my pubes. Warm piss ran down my leg which was kind of a nice belief but the olfactory sensation was putrid. I was n't prepared for that. I knew she was old and probably ate the same bad solid food as everyone else. She was n't some 18 year old skinny blonde gushing out an oderlous authorize liquid. I was going limp due to the smell as a cleaning lady who was almost 50 peed on me. She did n't seem put off by her own spirit. Maybe I 'm just soft !

When it stopped she moved towards me. She straddled the leg she had just peed on. She started rubbing her legs up and down my leg and her wet kitty was rubbing against my second joint as she kissed me. I could secernate she liked it as she held my head hard from the book binding and stuck her tongue rightfield into the back of my mouth. I could feel her wet Bush rubbing against me. The aroma was still there. Holding my breath was impossible and I was wincing. That 's when she pressed down on my shoulder joint and pushed me down onto my articulatio genus. Was she about to pee again ? Oh no I thought. I looked up at her as she looked down on me. Her hairy slit at eye tier. What 's coming I thought to myself. She pushed her hips forward. Then she let it out directing the flow onto my chest. Warm favourable liquidity splashed off my chest and flowed down my pot. I could see the yellow liquidness flowing beneath her feet towards the plug hole. The scent was worse. I felt warm splashes hit under my chin. I was out-of-doors mouthed trying not breath in.

She put her right mitt on top of my head and her remaining hand held the underside of my chin and she pulled my head word to look up. She tilted her hips forward and let out the final slobber. Pee had landed on my lingua and the gustatory sensation was horrific. My natural language lashed forward out my mouth like it was trying to throw off the pee away. I was gagging from the taste and smell. She held my psyche facing up. I could n't lean forward let the pee dribble out. I could feel it roll back along my tongue. The predilection and smell was all I could conceive about. Pee was dripping down my throat which made me gag. I slumped down, I felt limp then she leaned forward and stuck her knife into my mouth again. The fond pee that coated my glossa was now now being pushed around and mopped up by her tongue. She then withdrew and thrust her pussy against my backtalk and nose. She pulled the back of my head forward and rubbed her clit up and down my face between my nose and chin. I could sense her pussy. My centre shut tight as she rubbed feverishly up and down. I could tell she liked it. she was pushing her self hard against me. Her ventilation was fleshy. My fount was being used to fuck off her urine soaked smelly pussycat. I felt used. I stayed still. There was not much else I could do. I felt immersed in water. The taste in my mouth. The smell up my nose. My pours felt total of pee. I was inside a cloud of pee that I could not see. Like a mist.

I 'm sure she got her self off which was a relief and she pulled me in for a hug. `` Looks like You need a shower '' she said. She turned on the urine and it rained over both of us. It ran cold at first causing me to maltreat back. I looked like I was in cushion. She laughed a little. She soaped up her hands and began to wash me. I stood still as she washed me all over. This was making me happy which was clear to both of us when looking down. I soaped up my work force and washed her titty. It was all eye contact and grin again as we washed each former. After we washed each others bodies for way longer than was needed we were lovely and clean and smelling refreshed so we grabbed some towels to dry each other off .