I remember playing with a boy in my locality named Todd. We had gone behind his garage under a lilac bush, our secret hideout where no one could find us.

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

I'd never played this game, but I did need to see what his penis looked like.

He showed it to me, so complex and unfamiliar.

Neither of us had pubic hair, as young as we were, so I took in every item. The small purple head, the pale bare slam. All so different from what us girls had.

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

Gingerly at first, I held his small, flaccid penis between my pollex and digit. Then I enclosed him in my mitt and tugged. I ran my helping hand under him and moved the two firmly marbles around inside his shriveled little bag. He felt like putty, warm and pliable. Playing with him fascinated me.

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

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

It seemed unfair, how he could peril his penis just by opening his pants. But I wanted him to get a honest look too, so I sat in the stain, removed my panties, and spread my legs for him. Sunlight bathed the pink line of my cunt, 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 open myself so he could see inside. He stared, wide-eyed and curious. My pink snatch mesmerized him.

"Department of Energy your pee come out of there ?"He touched the entering to my vagina.

"No, it comes out here."I pointed at my bantam pee hole.

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

That sounded like a honorable idea. I really wanted to see how his worked. It looked like his phallus would be so a good deal better at peeing than mine. He set his bowl in the dirt and started to pee. I watched, amazed, as his dandy watercourse of pee filled his trough. He could aim it ! I couldn't do that.

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

I set my discharge bowl on the ground, lifted my chick, and squatted over it. Todd got down on his hands and knees so he could watch. zilch happened for a instant. 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 glowering wet place all over the grime. I stood and felt a affectionate trickle run down the inside of my leg.

"I dare you to drink it,"Lord Todd said.

I felt my middle beating again. I wanted to lie with what it tasted like. I reached down and picked up the warm bowl of chicken 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 ash. I sipped again, holding it in my backtalk. It reminded me of rickety chicken broth.

Lord Todd watched me, childlike and nonplus."I dare you to savour mine."

I liked the idea that it came from his member, and I wondered if that might make it taste different than mine. I took his quick bowl of pee, held it to my face, and inhaled. His pee smelled inviolable than mine. Then I tasted it.

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

Todd shook his head.

"wimp !"

"I am not a wimp !"He took the trough out of my deal, put it to his mouth, 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 come male child had a penis and I only had this little slit between my legs ? It hardly seemed clean that boys could aim their pee and I couldn't.

As I got ready for shoal one morning, I discovered something quite by accident. I went to the lav to shower and dampen my hair as usual. I turned on the water to let it heat up and dropped my pajamas. My pubic hair had started to come in, light John Brown and soft as velvet. My white meat already filled a small bra. I stepped into the shower and let the hot water 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 whisker, my fully 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 base on the side of the tub, spread myself open with two fingers, and let it out. To my surprisal, holding it subject made it come out in a stream. I watched the telephone circuit of yellow shoot out of me and arc down into the merchant ship of the tub. If I turned my hips and moved my digit, I could make my pee go in different charge. I couldn't believe it ! I could pee like a boy !

From then on, I peed every time I got in the shower. I practiced aiming it, trying to hit the drainpipe like a bullseye. Or I'd aim it at the cold and hot grip. I drew lines of pee up the shower walls, trying to see how high I could make it go. I taught myself how to pee anywhere I wanted.

I remember walking menage from school one winter after a fresh snowfall. Ahead of me, two boys ran out from behind a niche market. As I passed where they'd been, I saw yellow-bellied telephone circuit of pee in the C where they'd tried to write their name calling.

While some girls might have been disgusted, I took it as a challenge. I knew I could drop a line my public figure better than those pudden-head male child. I looked around, not wanting to get caught. The snowbank couldn't have been more sequestered. I hiked up my annulus and pulled my panties aside, exposing my furry George Walker Bush. With two fingerbreadth, I spread my labia open, and the winter air chilled my garden pink incision.

My hot pee shot out like a laser, etching yellow lines in the blow. I wrote each letter just like I would sign on my name with a pen. My piss optical maser slowed to a stream, then a dribble. As I put myself away, I felt the last few drib soak into the privates of my panty. I looked at the hoodwink coin bank and beamed with pride. It bore a cursive Emma, and quite good penmanship if you ask me.

As I got older, my full-of-the-moon Bush of pubic hair made a beautiful brown muffin, but it got in the way when I peed. I wanted a gracious straight person stream that I could aim, and I didn't want to interest about stray hairs getting in the way. All that hair made it unvoiced to thumb myself, too.

One dawn, as I shaved my legs in the shower, I decided it would be just as slowly to plane 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 solidus. I rinsed myself off and ran my digit over my slippery bare private parts. It felt wonderfully naked -- and a short naughty. My button throbbed when I fingered it. I put another finger inside my vagina and masturbated as the hot H2O rained down on my breasts.

Once, in highschool school, my teacher asked me to take a leaflet to the main berth. As I walked down the discharge lobby, I decided to stop at the girl's room, but found it closed for criminal maintenance. I squeezed my legs together. I had to pee really bad. My pinching bladder told me I'd never make it to the early female child's way on the far slope of the schoolhouse. Desperate, I looked up and down the student residence, then stepped into the boy's room.

With everyone in class, I had the room all to myself. I headed for the stalling, but then I saw the urinals, mounted on the bulwark like pop art carving. I approached, walking softly, afraid to be caught. spattering of pee adorned the porcelain rim, some dry, some still wet.

I laid my instructor's leaflet on the toilet heel counter, kicked off my sandals, and removed my jeans and panties. I walked back to the urinal, naked from the waist down. With my stage and bare labia spread apart, I peed straight into the urinal. A pink soap-like bar at the tush made some of my pee atomiser back. I drew a line of descent up one English of the urinal and back down the other, coating it with my pee.

It variety of turned me on. After I emptied my vesica, I touched my naked slit, slick with succus and the utmost quick dribbles of my pee. I stuck one long finger inside my affectionate vagina. At the Saami time, I rubbed my slippery trivial clitoris. The olfactory modality of pee filled my anterior naris as I jacked myself off in front of the urinal. The abandon boy's room was silent except for the wet sound of my onanism and my breathless panting.

I almost made myself cum, but thought I heard a randomness in the dorm. Spooked, I put my clothes back on and listened at the door. When I heard no one, I cursed. I'd been so ending to cumming ! I left the boy's room and headed for the part, inexperienced person as a lamb. Halfway there, I realized I hadn't washed my hands. My fingers smelled like pee and purulent succus. I put each one in my mouth and licked them clean.

After that, I always associated peeing with sex. I had boyfriends in gamy school, but they were immature. Experimentation didn't interest 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 lieu to ourselves. One night, after we fucked in his room, we walked naked to the lav to clean up. But instead of using the womanhood's room, I followed him, giggling, right to a urinal. He stood there raw and aimed his phallus at the drain, but I didn't want to be a passive percipient. I wanted to help.

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

I held his hitch penis, still damp with my slit juice, and kept it aimed into the urinal. Then he started to pee, and I could finger the pee streaming through his member. 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 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 carry, I played with his phallus in my hand. I felt his lovesome pee on my fingers as I rubbed the head of his penis. Then I got down on my knee joint and took him in my mouth.

He put his manus on the back of my head."Oh, yeah."

We had just fucked minutes before, so I could savour my pussy mixed with his weewee. I sucked every bit of musky spirit from his cock while I played with his nut. His played out member filled my mouth.

Then I stood next to him, spread my legs and bare labia, and wee-wee into the same urinal. He got down on his knee joint and watched my pee stream out of me. When my bladder had emptied, he put his handwriting on my ass and pulled my naked pussy to his boldness. I felt his tongue on me, inside me, licking up every drop-off of pee and pussy juice.

At the end of our fledgling year, after our last final, Marcus and I decided to go camping. We found a buck private spot on a lake and pitched our tent. I drank a ton of water while we set up camp, and by time we were done, I had to pee. We were away from the public campsite and surrounded by loggerheaded woods, so we didn't have to interest about anyone seeing us.

"need to see me pee like a dog ?"

Marcus smiled and nodded.

I laid a cover on the ground, took off every stitch of clothing, and got down on all Little Joe. I spread my bare kitty-cat lips apart with my fingerbreadth and turned my school principal back to spotter. A stream of jaundiced 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 rear. I spread my wooden leg 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, yellow and warmly. He aimed it between my leg and I rubbed my snatch with his slippery pee. I spread myself out-of-doors and felt his hot pee quid my clit and run down the fissure of my ass. white-livered pee splashed across my perfect breasts.

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

observation me masturbate and wassail his pee must take been a turn of events on for him, because his cock turned stiff as a log. I got on my stifle in front of him and let the final exam drops of his pee slobber out onto my clapper 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 prick. I pushed him over on his rachis and rode him like a sawhorse. 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 have drank too a good deal water because I needed to pee again. The thought of my wide 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 hold my pee any longer, and it started to dribble out of me around Marcus's cock while we fucked. Each thrusting of his cock seemed to push 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 jabbing, 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 breathing place, I smelled the intoxicating aroma 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 neck. We kissed as we stood in the assuredness water. I held his limp penis and felt his warm pee surround us .