I remember playing with a boy in my neck of the woods 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 plot, but I did want to see what his phallus looked like.

He showed it to me, so complex and unfamiliar.

Neither of us had pubic hair's-breadth, as young as we were, so I took in every point. The low violet head, the pale bare dig. All so unlike from what us girls had.

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

Gingerly at first, I held his minuscule, voiced penis between my thumb and finger's breadth. Then I enclosed him in my paw and tugged. I ran my hired man under him and moved the two heavily marbles around inside his shrink picayune bag. He felt like putty, warm and pliable. Playing with him fascinated me.

I didn't want to stop caressing his penis, but he told me it was my crook, so I lifted my dress and pulled the crotch of my step-in aside.

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

It seemed unjust, how he could reveal his phallus just by opening his pants. But I wanted him to get a well look too, so I sat in the grunge, removed my panty, and spread my stage for him. sunshine bathed the pink business line of my slit, but he still complained.

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

"Here, I'll display you."I used two fingerbreadth to open myself so he could see inside. He stared, wide-eyed and curious. My pinko slit mesmerized him.

"Does your pee come out of there ?"He touched the entrance to my vagina.

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

We'd each had a in effect look, so I started to put my panties back on, but he wanted to play 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 adept idea. I really wanted to see how his worked. It looked like his penis would be so much unspoiled at peeing than mine. He set his bowl in the poop and started to pee. I watched, amazed, as his full-strength watercourse of pee filled his trough. He could aim it ! I couldn't do that.

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

I set my empty bowl on the ground, lifted my skirt, and squatted over it. Lord Todd got down on his men and genu so he could catch. Nothing happened for a minute. Then I relaxed my muscleman and let it out. I couldn't aim it like he did, but I got some of it in the pipe bowl. My pee left dark wet musca volitans all over the scandal. I stood and felt a warm trickle run down the inside of my leg.

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

I felt my heart trouncing again. I wanted to know what it tasted like. I reached down and picked up the strong bowl of sensationalistic pee. I put it to my lips and took a sip. It had almost no tasting, maybe something like the top of a can before you tasted the sodium carbonate. I sipped again, holding it in my back talk. It reminded me of unaccented chicken broth.

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

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

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

Todd shook his head.

"poulet !"

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

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

As I got set for school one morning, I discovered something quite by fortuity. I went to the privy to lavish and lave my tomentum as usual. I turned on the water to let it heat up and dropped my pajamas. My pubic tomentum had started to issue forth in, light brown and piano as velvet. My breasts already filled a small-scale bra. I stepped into the cascade and let the hot water run over my bare body.

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

I put one foot on the side of the tub, spread myself surface with two finger's breadth, and let it out. To my surprise, holding it surface made it total out in a stream. I watched the transmission line of yellow shoot out of me and arc down into the bottom of the tub. If I turned my rose hip and moved my fingerbreadth, I could make my pee go in different focussing. I couldn't believe it ! I could pee like a boy !

From then on, I peed every time I got in the cascade. I practiced aiming it, trying to hit the drain like a bullseye. Or I'd aim it at the insensate and hot handles. I drew course of pee up the shower paries, trying to see how high school I could make 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 boy ran out from behind a corner market. As I passed where they'd been, I saw yellow lines of pee in the C. P. Snow where they'd tried to save their gens.

While some young woman might throw been disgusted, I took it as a challenge. I knew I could indite my epithet better than those poor fish boys. I looked around, not wanting to get caught. The snowbank couldn't have been more sequester. I hiked up my wench and pulled my panties aside, exposing my furry bush. With two finger, I spread my labia open, and the wintertime air chilled my pink pussy.

My hot pee shot out like a laser, etching yellow lines in the Charles Percy Snow. I wrote each missive just like I would signal my name with a pen. My piddle laser slowed to a flow, then a dribble. As I put myself away, I felt the last few driblet soak into the crotch of my pantie. I looked at the snow cant and beamed with pridefulness. It bore a running hand Emma, and quite serious calligraphy if you ask me.

As I got older, my full bush of pubic hair made a beautiful brown gem, but it got in the way when I peed. I wanted a nice straight stream that I could aim, and I didn't want to care about stray hairs getting in the way. All that hair made it arduous to finger 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. chunk of hair washed down the drain with each stroke. I rinsed myself off and ran my fingerbreadth over my slippery bare privates. It felt wonderfully naked -- and a trivial naughty. My clit throbbed when I fingered it. I put another finger inside my vagina and masturbated as the hot water rained down on my breasts.

Once, in high schooling, my teacher asked me to assume a folder to the main office. As I walked down the empty halls, I decided to give up at the girl's way, but found it closed for sustenance. I squeezed my legs together. I had to pee really bad. My pinching bladder told me I'd never make it to the other fille's room on the far slope of the shoal. Desperate, I looked up and down the hallway, then stepped into the boy's room.

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

I laid my teacher's folder on the john counter, kicked off my sandals, and removed my jeans and panties. I walked back to the urinal, au naturel 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 bottom made some of my pee spray back. I drew a bloodline up one side of meat 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 defenseless slit, slipperiness with succus and the last lovesome dribbles of my pee. I stuck one long finger's breadth inside my warm vagina. At the same sentence, I rubbed my slippery little button. The smelling of pee filled my nostril as I jacked myself off in strawman of the urinal. The evacuate boy's elbow room was silent except for the wet audio of my masturbation and my breathless panting.

I almost made myself cum, but thought I heard a noise in the hall. Spooked, I put my clothes back on and listened at the doorway. When I heard no one, I cursed. I'd been so secretive to cumming ! I left the boy's room and headed for the spot, innocent as a lamb. Halfway there, I realized I hadn't washed my hands. My fingers smelled like pee and kitty-cat juice. I put each one in my mouth and licked them clean.

After that, I always associated peeing with sex. I had beau in high school, but they were immature. experiment didn't pastime 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 hall emptied one holiday weekend and we had the place to ourselves. One night, after we fucked in his way, we walked naked to the lavatory to clean up. But instead of using the charwoman's elbow room, I followed him, giggling, right to a urinal. He stood there naked and aimed his phallus at the drainpipe, but I didn't want to be a passive voice observer. I wanted to help.

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

I held his limp penis, 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 phallus. I moved him with my script, spraying his pee all over the inside 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 deal. I felt his warm pee on my finger's breadth as I rubbed the forefront of his penis. Then I got down on my genu and took him in my mouth.

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

We had just fucked minutes before, so I could taste my twat interracial with his weewee. I sucked every bit of musky feel from his cock while I played with his bollock. His spent penis filled my mouth.

Then I stood following to him, diffuse my legs and bare labia, and peed into the like urinal. He got down on his knees and watched my pee stream out of me. When my bladder had emptied, he put his deal on my ass and pulled my naked pussy to his face. I felt his tongue on me, inside me, licking up every pearl of pee and pussy juice.

At the end of our freshman year, after our last final, Marcus and I decided to go camping. We found a individual spot on a lake and pitched our tent. I drank a ton of water system while we set up camp, and by time 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 worry about anyone seeing us.

"Want to see me pee like a dog ?"

Marcus smiled and nodded.

I laid a mantle on the primer, took off every stitch of vesture, and got down on all fours. I spread my bare pussy sassing apart with my finger and turned my head back to scout. A stream of yellowed pee arced up and back. I swept it back and forth like watering a garden. When it stopped, dribbles ran down my hand 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 pegleg and played with myself. I looked up at Marcus's phallus aimed down at me, cook to pee, and squeezed one of my breasts.

His pee pellet out and splashed on my belly, yellow and lovesome. He aimed it between my branch and I rubbed my snatch with his slippery pee. I spread myself out-of-doors and felt his hot pee pound my clit and run down the crack of my ass. lily-livered pee splashed across my perfect breasts.

I loved lying under his pee stream. I wanted to try out 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 piffling orgasm while his hot urine streamed into my open back talk. He peed all over my face and hairsbreadth, then his pee ran out.

Watching me masturbate and drink his pee must hold been a turn on for him, because his cock turned tight as a log. I got on my knees in front of him and let the net dip of his pee dribbling out onto my clapper while I jacked him off.

He laid next to me on the cover, now wet with his pee, and we kissed as I stroked his shaft. I pushed him over on his back and rode him like a knight. 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 much water because I needed to pee again. The thought of my full vesica brought me even closer to orgasm. I had to pee, but I didn't want to check fucking, I wanted to cum.

I couldn't declare my pee any longer, and it started to carry out of me around Marcus's stopcock while we fucked. Each thrust of his cock seemed to force to a greater extent 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 jab, Marcus's hammer pushed on my bladder and sent an orgasmic wave through me. My pee streamed, sprayed, and squirted. I peed all over Marcus. With every breath, 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 necks. We kissed as we stood in the cool water. I held his limp member and felt his warm pee surround us .