Doing extremum things in my brain was well-heeled. Being kinky in my mind was easy. Watching erotica alone. You watch soo often porn it gets to the point that your watching pissing videos and all sorts of extreme point substance like it was normal. I watched it all. Clicking on videos that were unrealistic and extreme. It excited me. I must be one of very few masses who watched this stuff.

Going on online schmoose elbow room. Looking through the tilt of yak for women. Private messaging them with a/s/l. If they answer that then you look for an possible action. Easy and subtle questions to start with. Inserting emojis. Smiles and winking faces. If they reply with standardized emojis you take it up a pass. What are you doing tonight ? ace ? What do you look like ? You look for signboard in their answers that they are completely ok with these questions. You want to get them onto talking about sex or anything sex related.

I started chatting with an older womanhood. She was almost 50. I was 24. She lived about an hour away. What do you look like I asked ? She replied, dark-brown pilus, aristocratic middle, 5ft 6. A very general de***********ion but good enough. The chat between us was flirty. slew of innuendo.

What do you like ? I asked. She knew what I meant. She knew I meant sex. She listed things she liked and turned her on. She even included pissing to the end of the inclination. My center opened all-embracing. Fucking Hell I thought. Can this really be ? I needed to be intimate to a greater extent. She liked the idea of being in the shower and having someone piss on her leg. Sounds ok I thought. Warm scandalmongering liquidness running down her leg whilst both under the shower bath. We spoke about it more. Too practically. It was n't enough for us to talk about pissing on soul legs. It escalated it to peeing all over our bodies and licking the skin. We chatted online for age and the longer it went on the more utmost we got.

She asked if I could chat on the earphone. I gave my numeral and I waited nervously for the telephone set to mob.

The headphone rang and I answered. Hello, I said nervously. A woman 's vox replied. Hello, she said. Hearing her voice on the telephone was an extra dimension and I was n't as quick to respond or as witty as I had been on chat. We started talking about the matter we said online. I liked her soft voice. We sort of went back to the beginning but it was n't long before our phone conversation was equally as kinky.

That 's it ! We have to do it. We have spoken about it so a good deal that we must meet. The meet for set for 10pm. We met in a car commons. I arrived first and she pulled in just after. We both stepped out from our cars. We looked at each other. She looked her age but certainly not in a bad way. She seemed able bodied, not wrinkled and no real grey haircloth as far as I could see gracious dress. All seemed pattern. She looked like a menage wife to me and that turned me on. She said to follow her. Many things went through my head as I followed her. All the affair we had talked about. Were we actually going to go that far. How would we inspire it facial expression to face. Could we overwhelm any nerves to ask for what we spoke about. How do you ask soul you have just met if you can pee on them ?

We entered the flat. We sat on the couch veneer each former. Small talk ensued as we sat very close and maintained eye inter-group communication. I think both of us were keen to set out this. Nerves evaporated. We kissed on the couch which was soo nice. She was the oldest lady I had been with. We kissed hard. Tongues deep. I felt her breasts, torso, bum and legs. I wanted her hands all over me so I made sure she had easy approach. I was excited and hard. She rubbed my crotch. Clothes were slowly coming off. She had me down to my boxers. I removed her clothes piece by objet d'art until she only had her white pants and bra on. I wanted to remove her bra. As we kissed I reached around to unclip it. She arched her back forward so I could make it. The bra came off revealing her breasts. Not sagging much and a little pointy. I licked her tit. She leant back slightly and I moved upwards almost on top of her.

We had sex on the couch. Mostly missionary. We did a few moments of pooch style. I wanted to carry her bent over the rachis of the couch but we never got that far. Afterwards we lay on the couch, bodies intertwined kissing and touching. She hinted she needed to goto the can and asked if I wanted to follow. She walked towards the can and I followed. We entered and faced each other standing next to the bath tub. It was a standard white bath tub surrounded by shampoo bottleful, expression clothes, scoop etc. We stepped inside. Standing up inside the tub we kissed some more. Do you want to do this ? she asked. Yes, I replied. I was excited. This was very kinky. I could experience my pecker solidification. She pulled my correctly leg slightly forward. That 's where she was going to pee. She arched her back slightly pushing her hip forward. She made her self as marvelous as she could. I watched waiting for it to happen. Then she started to pee. Low pressure at first before it got going. The landing situation moved from just above my genu up to my waist. Pee ran down my leg. She then swayed her rose hip left and right wing. The pee was going down the front line of my leg and down the incline my leg and some was running through my pubic bone. Warm weewee ran down my leg which was variety of a Nice feeling but the smell was putrid. I was n't machinate for that. I knew she was old and probably ate the Same bad food as everyone else. She was n't some 18 year old skinny blond gushing out an oderlous clear up liquid. I was going hobble due to the smell as a woman who was almost 50 peed on me. She did n't seem put off by her own smell. Maybe I 'm just soft !

When it stopped she moved towards me. She straddled the leg she had just peed on. She started rubbing her legs up and down my leg and her wet pussy was rubbing against my thigh as she kissed me. I could tell she liked it as she held my head hard from the spinal column and stuck her tongue right into the back of my rima oris. I could experience her wet bush rubbing against me. The smell was still there. Holding my breath was inconceivable and I was wincing. That 's when she pressed down on my berm and pushed me down onto my knees. Was she about to pee again ? Oh no I thought. I looked up at her as she looked down on me. Her haired snatch at eye level. What 's coming I thought to myself. She pushed her hips forward. Then she let it out directing the menstruation onto my chest. Warm golden liquidity splashed off my thorax and flowed down my bay window. I could see the icteric liquid flowing beneath her metrical foot towards the male plug hole. The sense of smell was worse. I felt warm dab hit under my Kuki. I was capable mouthed trying not breath in.

She put her right script on top of my head and her pass on hand held the bottom of my Chin and she pulled my chief to count up. She tilted her hips forward and let out the final dribbles. Pee had landed on my tongue and the tasting was horrid. My natural language lashed forward out my lip like it was trying to throw the pee away. I was gagging from the gustatory modality and smell. She held my school principal facing up. I could n't run forward let the pee slaver out. I could feel it roll back along my tongue. The taste and smell was all I could think about. Pee was dripping down my throat which made me gag. I slumped down, I felt limp then she leaned forward and stuck her knife into my mouth again. The warm pee that coated my knife was now now being pushed around and mopped up by her tongue. She then withdrew and thrust her cunt against my mouth and nose. She pulled the spinal column of my forefront forward and rubbed her clit up and down my fount between my nose and Chin. I could smell her puss. My oculus shut tight as she rubbed feverishly up and down. I could tell she liked it. she was pushing her self hard against me. Her breathing was heavy. My face was being used to jack off her pee soaked smelly cunt. I felt used. I stayed still. There was not much else I could do. I felt immersed in urine. The gustatory sensation in my mouthpiece. The olfaction up my nose. My pours felt entire of pee. I was inside a cloud of pee that I could not see. Like a mist.

I 'm sure she got her self off which was a assuagement and she pulled me in for a hug. `` Looks like You need a exhibitioner '' she said. She turned on the water and it rained over both of us. It ran cold at first causing me to step back. I looked like I was in shock. She laughed a minuscule. She soaped up her hands and began to wash me. I stood still as she washed me all over. This was making me glad which was clear to both of us when looking down. I soaped up my script and washed her titty. It was all eye contact and smiles again as we washed each early. After we washed each others bodies for way longer than was needed we were lovely and clean and smelling impertinent so we grabbed some towels to dry each other off .