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

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

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

He showed it to me, so composite and unfamiliar.

Neither of us had pubic whisker, as young as we were, so I took in every detail. The humble imperial read/write head, the pale bare tool. All so different from what us girls had.

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

Gingerly at commencement, I held his small, soft member between my thumb and finger. Then I enclosed him in my hand and tugged. I ran my hired hand under him and moved the two heavily marbles around inside his withered minuscule bag. He felt like putty, warm and pliable. Playing with him fascinated me.

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

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

It seemed unjust, how he could expose his penis just by opening his pants. But I wanted him to get a good look too, so I sat in the grunge, removed my panties, and disseminate my ramification for him. Sunlight bathed the pinko personal line of credit of my slit, but he still complained.

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

"Here, I'll appearance you."I used two finger to open myself so he could see inside. He stared, wide-eyed and rum. 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 tiny pee hole.

We'd each had a good flavour, so I started to put my panties back on, but he wanted to bring another secret plan. He ran into the garage and came back with two dirty bowls."I'll display you how I pee if you show me."

That sounded like a estimable estimation. 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 bowl in the dirt and started to pee. I watched, amazed, as his neat stream of pee filled his stadium. He could aim it ! I couldn't do that.

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

I set my evacuate stadium on the terra firma, lifted my annulus, and squatted over it. Todd got down on his hands and articulatio genus so he could watch. zip 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 bowl. My pee left dark wet spots all over the stain. I stood and felt a warm up trickle run down the interior of my leg.

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

I felt my heart beating again. I wanted to know what it tasted like. I reached down and picked up the lovesome bowl of jaundiced pee. I put it to my back talk and took a sip. It had almost no taste, 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.

Todd watched me, wide-eyed and amazed."I dare you to taste mine."

I liked the estimate that it came from his penis, and I wondered if that might make it try out different than mine. I took his warm bowling ball of pee, held it to my cheek, and inhaled. His pee smelled stronger 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 stadium out of my work force, put it to his sass, and sipped it. He frowned and closed his eyes tight."Ew !"He threw the bowl on the earth. Pee splashed everywhere.

For a while after that, I felt ripped off. How come son had a penis and I only had this piffling slit between my legs ? It hardly seemed fair that boys could aim their pee and I couldn't.

As I got ready for school one forenoon, I discovered something quite by accident. I went to the bathroom to shower and wash my hair as usual. I turned on the water to let it heat up up and dropped my pajamas. My pubic hair had started to come in in, Christ Within Brown and soft as velvet. My titty already filled a small bra. I stepped into the exhibitor and let the hot water run over my naked body.

After I lathered my hair with shampoo, I felt like I had to pee. By time I'd rinsed my hair, my wide bladder begged for release. I didn't want to bother getting out of the cascade to use the crapper, so I decided to pee in the shower.

I put one foot on the side of meat of the tub, spread myself undefendable with two fingers, and let it out. To my surprise, holding it unfold made it come out in a stream. I watched the railway line of yellowed shoot out of me and arc down into the bottom of the tub. If I turned my hips and moved my fingers, I could pull in my pee go in different instruction. I couldn't believe it ! I could pee like a boy !

From then on, I peed every time I got in the exhibitor. I practiced aiming it, trying to hit the drainpipe like a bullseye. Or I'd aim it at the moth-eaten and hot handle. I drew logical argument of pee up the cascade walls, trying to see how high I could form it go. I taught myself how to pee anywhere I wanted.

I remember walking home from schoolhouse one winter after a wise snowfall. Ahead of me, two male child ran out from behind a corner marketplace. As I passed where they'd been, I saw sensationalistic line of pee in the Charles Percy Snow where they'd tried to write their epithet.

While some daughter might have been disgusted, I took it as a challenge. I knew I could write my name better than those pudding head boys. I looked around, not wanting to get caught. The snowbank couldn't have been more sequester. I hiked up my skirt and pulled my panties aside, exposing my furry pubic hair. With two finger, I spread my labia undetermined, and the wintertime air chilled my pinko twat.

My hot pee shot out like a laser, etching yellow seam in the C. P. Snow. I wrote each letter just like I would sign my name with a pen. My piss laser slowed to a stream, then a dribble. As I put myself away, I felt the endure few drop-off soak into the genital organ of my panties. I looked at the C. P. Snow cant and beamed with pride. It bore a running hand Emma, and quite good penmanship if you ask me.

As I got one-time, my full bush of pubic hair made a beautiful brownness gem, but it got in the way when I peed. I wanted a nice straight current that I could aim, and I didn't want to worry about stray hairs getting in the way. All that hair's-breadth made it severely to finger myself, too.

One morning, as I shaved my wooden leg in the shower, I decided it would be just as easy to shave my pubic pilus. I lathered up and ever so carefully drew the razor across my mons veneris. lump of hair washed down the drain with each stroking. 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 school, my teacher asked me to contain a booklet to the main office. As I walked down the empty halls, I decided to stop at the miss's room, but found it closed for maintenance. I squeezed my legs together. I had to pee really bad. My pinching vesica told me I'd never make it to the other girl's way on the far side of the school. Desperate, I looked up and down the hall, then stepped into the boy's room.

With everyone in social class, I had the room all to myself. I headed for the stalls, 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 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 legs and bare labia spread apart, I peed straight into the urinal. A knock soap-like bar at the bottom made some of my pee spray 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 nude puss, slick with juice and the conclusion quick dribbles of my pee. I stuck one long finger inside my tender vagina. At the same time, I rubbed my slippery small clit. The smell of pee filled my nostril as I jacked myself off in forepart of the urinal. The vacuous 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 dissonance in the Hall. Spooked, I put my clothes back on and listened at the door. When I heard no one, I cursed. I'd been so close to cumming ! I left the boy's room and headed for the office, innocent as a lamb. Halfway there, I realized I hadn't washed my work force. My fingerbreadth smelled like pee and snatch succus. I put each one in my sassing and licked them clean.

After that, I always associated peeing with sex. I had boyfriend in high schooltime, but they were immature. experiment didn't pursuit 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 dormitory emptied one holiday weekend and we had the spot to ourselves. One night, after we fucked in his room, we walked naked to the lav to houseclean up. But instead of using the cleaning lady's room, I followed him, giggling, right to a urinal. He stood there defenseless and aimed his phallus at the drainage, but I didn't want to be a passive observer. I wanted to help.

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

I held his hobble penis, still damp with my puss succus, and kept it aimed into the urinal. Then he started to pee, and I could feel the pee streaming through his phallus. I moved him with my script, 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 phallus in my hand. I felt his strong pee on my fingers as I rubbed the head of his phallus. Then I got down on my knees and took him in my mouth.

He put his hand on the book binding of my drumhead."Oh, yeah."

We had just fucked second before, so I could savor my pussy flux with his urine. I sucked every bit of musky look from his cock while I played with his lump. His spend penis filled my mouth.

Then I stood succeeding to him, circularize my legs and bare labia, and wee-wee into the Lapplander urinal. He got down on his knees and watched my pee flow out of me. When my bladder had emptied, he put his manus on my ass and pulled my bare pussy to his expression. I felt his knife on me, inside me, licking up every drop of pee and pussy juice.

At the end of our newcomer year, after our last net, Marcus and I decided to go camping. We found a individual dapple on a lake and pitched our tent. I drank a ton of water while we set up pack, and by sentence we were done, I had to pee. We were away from the public campground and surrounded by thickset woods, so we didn't have to concern about anyone seeing us.

"Want to see me pee like a dog ?"

Marcus smiled and nodded.

I laid a cover on the flat coat, took off every stitch of habiliment, and got down on all quaternary. I spread my bare pussy lips apart with my fingers and turned my headland back to vigil. 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 manus 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 penis aimed down at me, ready to pee, and squeezed one of my breasts.

His pee shot out and splashed on my belly, yellowness and lovesome. He aimed it between my ramification and I rubbed my twat with his slippery pee. I spread myself open and felt his hot pee hammering my clit and run down the crack of my ass. Yellow pee splashed across my perfective tense breasts.

I loved lying under his pee stream. I wanted to taste it coming right out of his phallus. I opened my lip, and Marcus aimed his pee into it. I drank from his warm natural spring, salty and metallic. I kept masturbating and had a little coming while his hot weewee streamed into my clear mouth. He peed all over my face and haircloth, then his pee ran out.

observation me masturbate and drink his pee must take in been a turn on for him, because his prick turned cadaver as a log. I got on my stifle in forepart of him and let the terminal drops of his pee slobber out onto my spit while I jacked him off.

He laid next to me on the blanket, now wet with his pee, and we kissed as I stroked his cock. I pushed him over on his binding and rode him like a gymnastic horse. I felt him fuck me from below like a bucking bronco, and I toke him deep inside me.

I wanted to cum all over his hard peter, but I must have pledge too a good deal water because I needed to pee again. The thought of my to the full bladder brought me even closer to orgasm. I had to pee, but I didn't want to stop nookie, I wanted to cum.

I couldn't prevail my pee any foresighted, and it started to dribble out of me around Marcus's cock while we fucked. Each thrust of his turncock seemed to fight more pee out of me. I stopped trying to 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 turncock pushed on my vesica and sent an orgasmic waving through me. My pee streamed, sprayed, and squirted. I peed all over Marcus. With every breathing place, I smelled the intoxicating odour of my deep pee and our musky sex. Then Marcus came too, and I felt his hot wet cum deep inside my pussy.

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