This is a chronicle about a girl with a pee juju. If you 're not into that kind of thing then you probably wo n't love the story. However if you are please learn and let me know what you think of my start effort at writing.

My name is Michelle I 'm 19 and just started college. I 'm not exactly certainly how to start my story. I could begin with the experience that made me into what I am today but I figure that can wait for now. Maybe it 'd be better to consecrate you an idea of what I look like.

So lets start with the fundamental principle. I 'm short ... very short. Its the starting time thing people notice about me when I walk into a room. A few weeks ago I was walking by a radical of sixth graders that were out on a plain tripper and as I went to cross the street away from them one of the chaperones hollered at me to get back with the rest of the class ... very embarrassing. Though I think he was just as embarrassed when I showed him my driver 's permission. It may not sustain helped that I flipped him off after he called me `` little cutie ''.

So yeah I 'm a tiny slight affair. Thankfully the residual of my body is in proportion with my acme. There 's just not a whole lot to me I guess. A diminutive little shank and a keister that most men can palm like a niggling basketball. My boobs on the early manus are ( and this may sound a bit egotistic ) the best but that 's just my opinion. Not too big and not too pocket-size. A bit more than a handfull with the perkiest trivial nipples you 've ever seen. I 've got long brown haircloth which goes down by my waist that I almost always keep in a ponytail. I 've found when you 've got as lots pilus as me its too damn time consuming to do much else with it. Besides if I want to style it that requires hairspray which I will then have to wash out that night. Again that much hairsbreadth would require a lot of hairspray and a ton of shampoo to vogue yet retain clean everyday. I 'm a college scholar remember. slang go wasting money on clobber like that. As for my face ... well people tell me I 'm cunning. I 've been called pretty and beautiful before but when you 're a lilliputian girlfriend like me most people stick with cute. I 'm not complaining though. My feature are acute which goes well with my twelvemonth long tan. My eyes though are my preferent affair about me. Its my number one arm anytime I 've been hard up and needed a good dark of fun from a guy or sometimes a girlfriend. They are extremely dark. Not mordant but ... I think smokey would be the effective term to describe them. They work very well in sending signals like `` hey bitch do n't fuck with me '' or `` hey baby occur fuck me ''. When you know how to use your eyes like that it makes life so a good deal easier.

What else would people like to know about me ? I guess you 'd be wondering what I 'm like. Well I 've always been a pretty shy daughter but lately I 've been opening up more. surmise that 's what happens when you way with a basket case like mare who is now my best friend. She forced me ( quite quickly ) to come in out of my case and originate speaking my mind. She always says `` Shell a lady friend as fiddling and cute as you can get away with anything. So do what you want. But it wont last forever. Looks fade baby. '' Which is then followed with her strange laughing fit which is a bit annoying. Just do n't tell her I said that.

I guess I have always been looked at as a good daughter. Maybe a bit nerdy too. The kind of girl that you see in school and antic with your champion about her being too `` uncool '' for a suave motherfucker like yourself but who you then secretly jerk off to at Nox. The sort of girlfriend that never got in any trouble and the `` poise '' kids would think did n't let enough role to be interesting at all.

So what made me what I am today you 're wondering ? Well maybe first I should tell you what I am and what I 'm into. The Japanese have a news for it I guess. This I figured out after many hours of searching for my particular kind of porn. Its called omorashi I guess. Basically I have a pee fetish. I love watching people wet themselves. I 've spent hours online searching for telecasting of citizenry in public or at habitation desperate to pee. I 'm not a full on lesbian just bi curious but in my hours of searching and watching I 've found I prefer watching womanhood pee themselves. You may be thinking `` well you 're a daughter. Just go pee yourself and salve yourself the meter ''. Believe me I 've done that too but I 'll get into that later. Something about watching girls cross their branch and hold themselves as they struggle to keep it in gets me so turned on every time.

It all started when I was 7 and playing in my backyard with a boy from school. Tommy Packer was his name if I remember justly. Anyway we were wrestling in the supergrass and I remember him stopping and grabbing and his crotch a few times. Finally I asked him if he needed to go inside and use my bath. I remember him puffing up all of a sudden and saying `` guys do n't require to use toilets cuz they can pee anywhere they want ''.

I was confused by this since I 'd never seen a laugh at set-up before so I asked him what he meant. He took my hand and we walked over to the toolshed by our fence. He looked around a few clock time then pulled `` it '' out. I was shocked to say the least. Not only had I been told to never let others see what was under my clothes but also because he had an outtie where I had an innie. Yes this is what I thought at the sentence. Then he grabbed it with his fingers and started peeing on the ground smiling at me the whole clip. I remember saying `` cool '' in a yearn drawn out way. After a bit he stopped and asked if I wanted to hold it and point where his pee went. I jumped at the chance and grabbed a bit too hard at first making him swat at my hand and tell me `` not so hard ''. Loosening my hairgrip I pointed him towards my fence and he started peeing again. As he was going I felt a good story tingle between my own legs and thought maybe I needed to go too but it was n't quite the same.

After he was finished he told me it was my good turn. I kept telling him I needed to sit on a toilet to do it but he kept begging me until eventually I found myself stripping out of my shorts and panties. I was nervous standing there half naked in front line of him but he kept saying it was alright so I squated down against the side of the shed and go around my branch subject. He moved his face in really shut then until I could find his hint against my thigh. Finally I felt myself start to let go. There was n't much since I did n't really need too but a lilliputian bit came out. Then Tommy put his handwriting over my crotch cupping me tightly. I watched as a little more pee slipped through the cracks of his fingers.

I closed my legs shut tightly till he pulled his helping hand away. I asked him what he thought he was doing and he told me he just wanted to finger me like I had felt him. I put my apparel back on and we went back to playacting in the chiliad. He came over a few Sir Thomas More metre that summer and sometimes he would beg me to pee for him again but even though I secretly wanted to I never could build up the courage to do it.

He and his folk moved away before the first of the school yr. I had been glad at the time. Greatful that he would n't be going to school and telling everyone about what happened that day. But little Tommy changed me from that point on. He awoke something in me that I never knew was there.

After that experience I found myself turned on evertime I saw someone that needed to pee. The Thomas More desperate they were to hit it to the toilet the more heroic I was to rival myself. Thats another great little thing I discovered not long after that day. Granted I would n't birth my for the first time climax for a few Sir Thomas More years. The feeling of rubbing my fingers over myself would avail gratify at to the lowest degree some of the growing hungriness inside me.

I remember when it happened for me as clear as I remember the last five bit of this very day. My folk was taking a vacation across nation. We were out in the middle of nowhere and my mom had to go quite badly. We would cause just pulled over but there was a car that had been pacing us for over an hr so she was stuck up front with my dad complaining about her stream situation. I sat in the backseat with sunglass on pretending to be at rest but watching and listening as her demand deepened with every pasing mile. The thought was n't double-dyed but I could still clearly see as her hand reached down to her lap as she grabbed herself hoping that would agree back the growing itch to let go. I watch as she crossed her legs and squirmed in her seat and I could feel my excitement building as the car rode steadily down the spread out road.

We had this giant van ( which never made any sentiency to me since it was just me and my parents ) and I was sitting in the back. I knew no one could see what I was doing so as I watched I started hiking my bird up to my waist. Trying to keep my drift as subtle as possible I pulled my step-in down to my ankles giving me terrific access to my pussy. I continued to check and heed as my fingerbreadth ran aristocratic trivial circles around a spot I had found felt the best ( I would later discover that this is called a clit but I was too Edward Young to know at the time ).

I heard my mom say she was n't going to make it and watched as a dark consortium started to flood the battlefront of her blue jean. As I watched I felt a growing sensation build from between my legs and up to my belly. For a s I thought I was going to pee too. I did n't however but I did palpate waves of pleasure pour over every in of my consistence. I nearly screamed as my tiny body squirmed in the backrest of the van.

I looked towards the front rear to my parents and thanked god that they did n't find what was happening back there. They were far too refer with my mom 's berth to worry about me. I tried to come to myself more but it was so sensitive there that I found I could n't. From that day on though I made sure to rule time to shit myself cum at least once every day and quite often I used that memory of my mom wetting herself in the van as motivating to push me over the edge.

It was n't till my teen years that I found I enjoyed wetting myself. It happened one good afternoon in the summer and I had been in my room masturbating. I think I was 15 at the time and I had decided to give this summer to making myself cum as many times as possible. On this particular day I had just had my 4th orgasm of the day and was working on my 5th but try as I might I could n't quite finish the job. I had tried to ignore my juju for awhile but as I sat there and tried to prepare myself cum again my mind went back to that day in the van. My idea picked up on an idea that I knew was dingy and maybe wrong but I think that made it all the more exciting.

I put on some old jeans and headed downstairs to the kitchen trying my best to avoid my parents like nigh stripling. I went to the fridge and found the big jug of water mom kept in there during the hot summer months. I poured myself a jumbo glass and drank it down as fast as I could. Then I had another. Two was all I could handle though so I put the jug back in the electric refrigerator and headed up to my room. I turned some medicine on and sat back waiting for the first planetary house of needing to pee.

It took a little more than half an hour before I started to find my bladder tell me that I needed to go. I had been so excited about what I was going to do when the architectural plan had commencement hit that I thought I would go as soon as the beginning pang of motive showed up but for some reason I decided to wait and hold it as long as I could. Another thirty minutes passed and I was starting to feel overwhelmed by it but I stayed substantial holding it even longer. I almost made it another thirty before it just became too much.

I stood at the bound of my bed in nothing but a twain of pantie crossing my legs as tight as I could while my mediate finger stayed wedged between my thighs stroking my button through the thin out cotton cloth. I could already palpate the orgasm building as the first drops started to seep out of my twat. The strong wetness flooded my panties and feast over my finger's breadth which now rubbed furiously over my clit.

Soon I felt the gates open completely and I let go about the like time my orgasm overtook me. My stage were shaking violently and I had to plow my mouth with my free deal to go on from screaming from the cristal that poured through my body. The sentience was so strong I thought I may pass out from it. I felt like every bone in my entire consistency had been removed and I had been reduced to some sort of jelly.

I finally collapsed on my bed still squirming as the wave of pleasure continued to course through my body. I knew then that I could no longer push aside my strage fetish. It was contribution of me and even though I felt a little weird and contaminating afterwards it was not worth missing out on earth shattering orgasm to feel like I was what well-nigh people would call formula. I also knew that I needed more of this. To experience it with someone else maybe. There had to be others out there like me right ?