I often wonder how citizenry get involved with piss. We come across it in erotica, or we even search it out. How does one declare oneself the thought process of a aureate shower ? It has to start out somewhere… but where exactly ? I was lucky to have been introduced to it while I was in college. My better half was very open to new experiences. It was my number 1 time, and later on it was quite different with two other collaborator. Still…..

She was a sheltered Asian who grew up in both a bourgeois and fall apart dwelling house. Her name was Vicky. A midget curvy Pacific Ocean islander ( Filipino ) who could look both stunning and portmanteau in a crowd. Through conversation she confessed that she was sexualy participating from a very other age, and through trust we explored our desires.

Back to the bathroom.

In any healthy family relationship the opinion of peeing in front of another is very casual. Our situation was no dissimilar. One evening after a night of young nooky we both had to pee. She went first, and I followed. Vicky explained that she often watches me do my business organisation and was curious 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 fair sex are, it is like that thing you hear about and never see. I can not emphasize enough that it is a dearest it or hate it thing. Being of Spanish ( Spain ) blood line my parents put zero thought about my penis's mixer position, but not this girl. From the first time she put it in her mouth she just couldn't get sufficiency. Everyone has a druthers of what they enjoy performing and receiving. Vicky, oh she loved to draw stopcock. It was an ahead of time intimate experience and she had entirely bragged that it was her distinctiveness. More on that at a ulterior date.

I responded to her that pulling back my pelt gives me a direct dig. She didn't quite believe me, so she asked the question."Can I hold it while you pee ?."

Not really surely what to say I agreed and she wrapped her hand around it and pulled back my foreskin. Trying not to be aroused I pissed into the throne.

She couldn't stop smiling.

The next break of the day I woke up, and she sprung up and followed me into the bath. She asked to do it again. I agreed. I felt that this was going to be a matter.

She was all smiles again.

The undermentioned morning time she asked again, and we went through this routine. All smiles, but it was different this meter. She cupped my balls as I pissed in the toilet and I started getting hard. This made the stream go sideways and create a bit of a mess. She didn't mind, 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 toes of toast she just said"I love that I can feel it come out of you ”. I followed with a blunt interrogation"is now a matter that we are going to do ?."She just nodded her head to acknowledge that this is a thing.

Over the next several workweek I peed with her holding my cock. Sometimes she would rag my balls, early sentence she would bug my anus. This was a matter. I even got Wyrd about peeing without her. I just knew that this was heading towards the inevitable, but the waiting was killing me.

One eventide she was going to spend the nighttime, and I went to the lav before bed. She followed me right hand in, and took her position. Except this time she got on her knee joint and got to eye level with my putz. She didn't clout 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 hammer slightly pushing forward.

So I started to pee.

If you don't have sex your way around an uncircumcised pecker it just dribbles out. The opening is more closed, and I could guess that the urine just swirls around the mind underneath my loose hide. She was boldness to swagger watching me piss. She was so close I knew she could smell out it. What I didn't expect was right before I finished, and the erratic stream turned into a dribble she just took it into her sass.

I accepted it, I knew it was a affair of time before she did the human action. It was a deadening tan from curiosity to execution. Now here I am pissing in her rima oris as she looks back at me with her warm brown eyes. Her tongue spinning around the super sensitive head all while suckling my growing tool. There wasn't much left, but she just swallowed what remained from my bladder. She then stuck her tongue under my foreskin and cleaned it up. I couldn't assistance but get rock hard. There I was standing in front man of the pot looking down at her with my gumshoe in her mouth.

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

She stood up after making an overstated swig and kissed me right on the mouth. Her natural language down my throat and the gustatory sensation of me all around.

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

She continued to assist me pee from prison term to metre over the end of our sentence together. We took it further, and expanded from fourth dimension to time. I still wake up on my day off with my stopcock in my hired hand thinking about that moment. Those eyes with my cock pissing in her mouth .