I remember playing with a boy in my vicinity named Todd. We had gone behind his garage under a lilac bush, our mysterious den where no one could happen us.

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

I'd never played this game, but I did want to see what his member 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 contingent. The small majestic head, the picket bare shaft. All so dissimilar from what us girls had.

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

Gingerly at inaugural, I held his modest, delicate penis between my thumb and finger. Then I enclosed him in my helping hand and tugged. I ran my hand under him and moved the two laborious marble around inside his shriveled piddling bag. He felt like putty, warm and pliable. Playing with him fascinated me.

I didn't want to turn back caressing his phallus, but he told me it was my turn, so I lifted my frock and pulled the privates of my step-in aside.

"I can't see, Emma. Move your ramification apart."

It seemed unjust, how he could break his penis just by opening his pants. But I wanted him to get a secure look too, so I sat in the dirt, removed my panties, and disperse my ramification for him. sunshine bathed the pink rail line of my incision, 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 fingers to give myself so he could see inside. He stared, dewy-eyed and curious. My pink slit mesmerized him.

"Does your pee come out of there ?"He touched the entering 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 scanty back on, but he wanted to recreate another game. He ran into the garage and came back with two dirty bowls."I'll show you how I pee if you show me."

That sounded like a upright musical theme. I really wanted to see how his worked. It looked like his phallus would be so a lot better at peeing than mine. He set his roll in the grunge and started to pee. I watched, amazed, as his slap-up stream of pee filled his roll. He could aim it ! I couldn't do that.

After the end few golden free fall came out, he turned to me."Now you do it, Emma."

I set my empty bowlful on the basis, lifted my skirt, and squatted over it. Todd got down on his helping hand and knees so he could watch. naught happened for a import. Then I relaxed my muscularity 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 dirt. I stood and felt a warm trickle run down the inside of my leg.

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

I felt my heart trouncing again. I wanted to know what it tasted like. I reached down and picked up the warmly bowl of yellow pee. I put it to my lips 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 oral cavity. It reminded me of weak Gallus gallus broth.

Sir Alexander Robertus Todd watched me, childlike and amazed."I dare you to taste mine."

I liked the idea that it came from his penis, and I wondered if that might construct it sample different than mine. I took his warm sports stadium of pee, held it to my face, and inhaled. His pee smelled stronger than mine. Then I tasted it.

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

Todd shook his head.

"Gallus gallus !"

"I am not a wimp !"He took the bowl out of my hands, put it to his lips, and sipped it. He frowned and closed his eyes tight."Ew !"He threw the bowl on the ground. Pee splashed everywhere.

For a while after that, I felt ripped off. How descend boys had a penis and I only had this little cunt between my legs ? It hardly seemed fair that male child could aim their pee and I couldn't.

As I got ready for schooltime one sunrise, I discovered something quite by chance event. I went to the lav to lavish and wash my hair as usual. I turned on the water to let it ignite up and dropped my pajamas. My pubic tomentum had started to come in, light brown and soft as velvet. My breast already filled a lowly bra. I stepped into the exhibitor and let the hot H2O run over my naked body.

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

I put one foot on the slope of the tub, spread myself open with two fingers, and let it out. To my surprise, holding it open made it come out in a stream. I watched the personal line of credit of yellow shoot out of me and arc down into the bottom of the tub. If I turned my hips and moved my finger's breadth, I could make my pee go in unlike directions. 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 waste pipe like a bullseye. Or I'd aim it at the cold and hot handles. I drew line of descent of pee up the shower wall, trying to see how highschool I could wee-wee it go. I taught myself how to pee anywhere I wanted.

I remember walking home from school one winter after a fresh snowfall. Ahead of me, two boys ran out from behind a turning point grocery store. As I passed where they'd been, I saw yellow credit line of pee in the snow where they'd tried to write their names.

While some girls might have been disgusted, I took it as a challenge. I knew I could write my name better than those stupid boy. I looked around, not wanting to get caught. The snowbank couldn't have been more secluded. I hiked up my bird and pulled my scanty aside, exposing my furry bush. With two finger's breadth, I spread my labia open, and the winter air chilled my pink slit.

My hot pee shot out like a laser, etching yellow demarcation in the snow. I wrote each alphabetic character just like I would sign my epithet with a pen. My micturate optical maser slowed to a stream, then a carry. As I put myself away, I felt the endure few drops soak into the private parts of my scanty. I looked at the Charles Percy Snow savings bank and beamed with pride. It bore a cursive script Emma, and quite practiced chirography if you ask me.

As I got older, my full-of-the-moon pubic hair of pubic whisker made a beautiful John Brown muffin, but it got in the way when I peed. I wanted a decent heterosexual person watercourse that I could aim, and I didn't want to concern about swan fuzz getting in the way. All that hair made it severe to feel myself, too.

One morning, as I shaved my legs in the shower, I decided it would be just as easy to shave my pubic hair. I lathered up and ever so carefully drew the razor across my mons. Clumps of hair washed down the drain with each stroke. I rinsed myself off and ran my digit over my slippery bare private parts. It felt wonderfully naked -- and a little naughty. My clit throbbed when I fingered it. I put another finger's breadth inside my vagina and masturbated as the hot body of water rained down on my breasts.

Once, in high school, my instructor asked me to take a folder to the master post. As I walked down the empty halls, I decided to stop at the girlfriend's room, but found it closed for upkeep. I squeezed my peg 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 position of the schooling. Desperate, I looked up and down the residence, then stepped into the boy's room.

With everyone in class, I had the elbow 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 comeback, kicked off my sandals, and removed my jeans and panties. 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 pink soap-like bar at the backside made some of my pee spray back. I drew a line up one side of the urinal and back down the former, coating it with my pee.

It form of turned me on. After I emptied my vesica, I touched my naked dent, slickness with juice and the last warm drivel of my pee. I stuck one long fingerbreadth inside my warm vagina. At the Sami meter, I rubbed my slippery little button. The smell of pee filled my anterior naris as I jacked myself off in front of the urinal. The empty boy's room was mum except for the wet sound of my onanism and my breathless panting.

I almost made myself cum, but thought I heard a noise in the foyer. 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 elbow room and headed for the office, innocent as a lamb. Halfway there, I realized I hadn't washed my hired hand. My fingers smelled like pee and pussy juice. I put each one in my mouth and licked them clean.

After that, I always associated peeing with sex. I had beau in senior high school 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 dorm emptied one holiday weekend and we had the place to ourselves. One night, after we fucked in his room, we walked naked to the bathrooms to clean 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 penis at the drain, but I didn't want to be a passive perceiver. I wanted to help.

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

I held his limp phallus, still damp with my pussy juice, and kept it aimed into the urinal. Then he started to pee, and I could feel 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 paries 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 helping hand. I felt his warm pee on my fingers as I rubbed the head of his penis. Then I got down on my knees and took him in my mouth.

He put his hand on the back of my school principal."Oh, yeah."

We had just fucked proceedings before, so I could try out my puss mixed with his urine. I sucked every bit of musky nip from his prick while I played with his glob. His expend penis filled my mouth.

Then I stood next to him, circulate my branch and bare labia, and relieve oneself into the same urinal. He got down on his genu and watched my pee stream out of me. When my vesica had emptied, he put his bridge player on my ass and pulled my au naturel snatch to his face. I felt his knife on me, inside me, licking up every drop of pee and pussycat juice.

At the end of our freshman year, after our lastly final, Marcus and I decided to go camping. We found a secret spot on a lake and pitched our tent. I drank a ton of water system while we set up cantonment, and by time we were done, I had to pee. We were away from the public campground and surrounded by thick woods, so we didn't have to worry about anyone seeing us.

"Want to see me pee like a dog ?"

Marcus smiled and nodded.

I laid a cover on the ground, took off every stitch of wear, and got down on all quartet. I spread my bare puss sassing apart with my fingers and turned my fountainhead back to watch. A stream of yellow-bellied pee arced up and back. I swept it back and forth like watering a garden. When it stopped, dribbles ran down my mitt 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, lily-livered and warm. He aimed it between my legs and I rubbed my snatch with his slippery pee. I spread myself candid and felt his hot pee dog pound my button and run down the crack of my ass. chicken pee splashed across my perfect breasts.

I loved lying under his pee stream. I wanted to smack it coming right out of his penis. I opened my mouth, and Marcus aimed his pee into it. I drank from his warm fount, salty and metallic. I kept masturbating and had a little orgasm while his hot pee streamed into my open oral fissure. He peed all over my face and hair, then his pee ran out.

Watching me masturbate and drink his pee must cause been a turn on for him, because his tool turned cadaver as a log. I got on my knees in nominal head of him and let the final bead of his pee dribbling out onto my tongue while I jacked him off.

He laid side by side to me on the cover, now wet with his pee, and we kissed as I stroked his cock. I pushed him over on his spinal column and rode him like a 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 cock, but I must let drank too a lot weewee because I needed to pee again. The sentiment of my full bladder brought me even closer to orgasm. I had to pee, but I didn't want to blockade nooky, I wanted to cum.

I couldn't hold my pee any long, and it started to dribble out of me around Marcus's peter while we fucked. Each jabbing of his cock seemed to labor 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 pussycat. With every thrust, Marcus's cock pushed on my bladder and sent an orgasmic Wave through me. My pee streamed, sprayed, and squirted. I peed all over Marcus. With every intimation, I smelled the intoxicating fragrance of my rich 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 hobble penis and felt his warm pee surround us .