Sandra, My Pissing Girlfriend
Tuesday, August 4th, 2009This was to be our first Christmas together. We had been seeing each other for around two months now and were only just beginning to get an idea of what little fetishes would turn on each other. After our last love making session, two nights ago, Sandra had done something incredibly naughty during our bath together. Moving around to my rear she had stood up in the water and started to massage the back of my neck. This had been such a lovely and relaxing sensation that it took my brain a couple of seconds to register the warm spray, which was suddenly flowing over my back.
“My God! Sandra, are you doing what I think you are?” I asked in amazement.
“Hmm. And what would that be?” she asked in a silken tone.
“Taking a piss over my back, that’s what!” I replied somewhat indignantly. I wasn’t sure at this stage if I liked the idea of my new girlfriend using me for her toilet. I tried to turn around and see for myself if she was actually squirting her pee out of her pussy and over my back. Her massaging fingers suddenly became a strong clasp restraining me where I sat in the bath. The warm stream flowing down my back showed no sign of abating. In fact I could swear that its impact point over my flesh had increased in strength.
“Relax and you might enjoy it,” Sandra whispered. I was tempted to resist her and use my strength to break her grip but then I thought about it. Sandra had already proved to be a more than willing sexual partner and had a fantastically hot body. Just thinking about her naked frame, firm tits and the mass of brown pubic hairs nestled so attractively between her slender legs, was starting to give me a new hard-on.
The warm flowing shower of piss being done over my back continued and I tried to imagine what her pussy must look like as her piss stream flowed out of her lower lips. I must admit that it didn’t feel at all unpleasant and I began to wonder why I had initially protested.
“How do you like it now?” my pissing girlfriend asked. Between her legs and from the base of her hairy muff, her pussy shower was still squirting forth.
“How many of your other boyfriends have you pissed over?” I asked, changing the subject.
The stream of pee being done over my back vanished for a second as she suddenly bent down to whisper in my ear. “All of them.”
“And they didn’t mind you pissing over them?” I asked. My dick was stirring in the bath water, starting to firm up as my excitement began to build.
“No! Not at all. In fact some of them really liked it and they got to have special treats.”
Her hands had resumed her massaging motion around my neck soothing and exciting me at the same time. The warm flow over my back reappeared as she stood back up again and aimed her pissing pussy back at my bare back. I was now fully erect.
“I think like this idea of special treats. What would they be?” I enquired. I placed one hand over my erect member stroking it gently whilst Sandra’s pee stream pattered over my flesh. I could feel the warmth of her legs radiating across the small space between our bodies but this was nothing to the delicious warmth of her piss stream as it flowed down my spine.
“Like letting me pee in your mouth,” she suggested.
“That’s gross!” I spluttered.
“Colin liked it,” she retorted. For a second her piss stream wavered over my back.
“Go on. What else?” I said, not particularly wanting to talk about her ex-boyfriends.
“Maybe I’ll let you pee all over me. I love being pissed on. Or, maybe we could try pissing in naughty places together. That always turns me on.”
“You do that as well?” I gasped in surprise. I could feel her pussy shower beginning to diminish as she reached the end of her toilet over my back.
“Of course I do honey. My friends and me love peeing where we shouldn’t. We can be really naughty girls when we want to be.”
“Go on, tell me some places you’ve done a piss.” I asked now quite eager to hear her stories. Suddenly I realized that I was subconsciously pumping my dick up and down as we talked. I had no idea how aroused her conversation had got me. Somewhat sheepishly I let go and hoped she hadn’t noticed. Unfortunately she had.
“Hmm! It looks like somebody likes the idea of naughty peeing more than he was letting on. Would you like a special treat before I finish my wee?”
I nodded my ascent and I felt her move onto tiptoes in the bath water. Suddenly a new warm flow of piss suddenly arrived over my exposed flesh as Sandra opened up her pee hole to treat the bottom of my hair and the back of my neck to a warm spray of her dying piss stream. The sensation only latest scant moments but I swear my dick grew another inch in response.
Stroking her fingers across my skin Sandra climbed around from the rear of my large bath, coming to stand directly in front of me. I stared longingly at her hairy muff made up from a mass of tight curly pubic hairs. I could see her slit quite clearly with her little clit standing out just at the top. I leaned forward to bring my mouth and tongue up to her waiting lips smelling the scent of her piss upon them. With an initial lick I plunged my tongue into her cunt enjoying every second of licking her pussy. In response Sandra gave out a loan moan as I stimulated her womanhood. In my mind’s eye I was seeing her honey colored stream of urine flowing out of pee hole as she urinated over my back.
Strong hands pushed me away. For a moment I thought this was rejection but then I realized it was because Sandra wanted something more for her pussy. Squatting downwards she brought her moist vagina down to my waiting dick and we achieved union in one slippery motion. Now firmly lodged inside her pussy I started to slowly pump away. Another low moan of pleasure escaped her lips and she reached forwards to kiss me, her tongue flicking over mine. I was beginning to loose myself in the heat of the moment until Sandra gently slid her hands up to cup my head. Breaking our kiss she stared with her intensely blue eyes into mine.
“Do you still want to know where I have peed?” she asked hoarsely.
I nodded unable to speak. I was still thrusting inside her wet pussy, desperate to control my urges and not finish too soon.
“You know that pub we met in? Well me and friends had all peed over the carpet before you came over to chat me up.”
“Rubbish!” I whispered, my breath coming in short pants.
Still looking into my eyes she continued, “We took it in turns. We would crouch down pretending to be looking in our handbag whilst the rest of the group stood guard. Then we would simply squirt our pee out over the floor from under our skirts and nobody was ever the wiser.”
At this stage I was too far-gone in fucking Sandra to even care if she was lying. My imagination was busy at work re-enacting the little scene she had just portrayed. Some of her friends had pretty hot bodies as well as my new girlfriend and the thought of each of them parting her legs before squirting a shower of piss over the pub carpet whilst there were people all around, was just so intense. I was so close to coming now but I was desperate to hold on for longer. Sandra’s face was contorted with ecstasy as my cock slid up and down the walls of her pussy, her grip on my penis stunningly tight and firm.
“I don’t know if I should tell you this,” she gasped. I could sense she too was close to climaxing.
“What?” I managed to blurt out between grunts of pleasure.
“I’ve already peed in your bathroom sink,” she replied, followed immediately by a loud sustained groan as I thrust even deeper into her pussy in response. It was then that my ejaculation flooded out of my dick, shooting into the depths of her pussy and I came. The image of Sandra shooting her golden pee into my bathroom sink had simply been too much. She arrived at her orgasm at the same moment, her body straining against mine as her senses flooded with sexual fulfillment. Her hot tits felt fantastic, her nipples rubbing against my chest as she hugged me even tighter.
“We are going to have so much fun together,” she promised with a breathless whisper into my ear.
I said nothing, simply counting my lucky stars at having met such a woman.
I arrived home to find Sandra waiting for me. She was wearing a knee length, blue dress, which complemented her eyes beautifully. I always thought that not enough women these days wear dresses, which is a great shame. If nothing else a dress enhances a woman’s femininity making them so much more sexually attractive. Anyway, as I entered the room she greeted me with a warm smile before returning to her task of hanging decorations on the Christmas tree.
Approaching her from behind I said “Hello,” in what I hoped was a suitably seductive voice as I put my arms around her waist and drew her close. Her warm body felt gorgeous as it pressed up against mine. Even through the barrier of our clothing. I could feel her wide bum cheeks pressed up against my groin causing my dick to involuntary stir inside the confines of my boxer shorts. She smelt gorgeous, her perfume intoxicating me as I bent forwards to plant a kiss on the side of her supple neck. “Do you know what I want for Christmas?” she asked, continuing her task of decorating the tree.
“What honey?” I enquired releasing her from my grasp. She finished placing her current decoration before turning to me and looking me straight in the eyes in the special way she had, whenever she wanted something naughty.
“I want you to pee all over me,” she said with a seductive smile.
“Okay, let’s go to the bathroom,” I eagerly agreed. By now, I had treated Sandra to several long golden showers during our baths together.
“No. I want you to pee over me here and now!”
“What? All over the carpet,” I gasped.
“Yes and all over my clothes. I want you to whip out your cock and piss all over me right now”
I starred speechless at her. The idea of going to the toilet in my front room was just so radical that I didn’t know what to do.
“Maybe you would like some help?” she asked before reaching down to my trouser fly with her hands. Within seconds she had extracted my dick from my underwear. Grinning like a Cheshire cat, she took two steps back.
“I’m waiting,” she laughed looking at the expression on my face. “You do want to give me my Christmas present, don’t you?”
“But it’s not Christmas yet,” I replied reaching down to take hold of my cock with my right hand. I had already decided that I was indeed quite prepared to piss over my girlfriend just like she had requested. However, I thought I might tease her beforehand. In my bladder I was already summoning my pee ready to start spraying Sandra with my hot piss.
“I’ve been a good girl so I think I deserve an early present,” she started to say. She then suddenly gave a scream in shock as the first of my hot golden piss erupted from the end of my dick and shot across the short distance between us and splashed over the front of her dress.
“You naughty boy!” she giggled with delight as she received my golden shower. I stood there busily pissing for all I was worth. I was unable to believe my own eyes as I witnessed my stream of pee shooting out of my dick and flowing through the air before landing on my girlfriend’s body. Her dress was already darkening as it became soaked with my hot pee and I watched on with glee as I traced my flowing pee stream up and down her clothing, seeing the stain grow as I did so.
“Over my tits,” she instructed reaching up to the top of her dress and drawing it away from her body to expose the gorgeous sight of her ample cleavage. I did as I was instructed, glad that I had a good supply of pee in my bladder in order to satisfy her desires. Aiming my dick upwards I traced my golden piss fountain up and over her belly until I managed to reach her exposed tits. Instantly my flowing urine stream starting to wash over the bare skin of her bosom, covering her tits with a running yellow sheen as I pissed for all I was worth. Sandra laughed with her delight as she continued to hold her dress away from her breasts, allowing me to piss inside the material like a urinal. Her outfit was now a completely sodden mess, covered with my spent pee. On the carpet was a similar damp stain where my piss had dripped off her body.
By the look on her face she was enjoying every second of my toilet, reveling in the sensation of being pissed over like a cheap whore. For my own part, I was enjoying every split second of my piss. I was about half way spent by now, my shooting golden shower still flowing strongly out of the end of my dick and crossing through the air to descend on Sandra’s dress and flesh. Slowly she started to pull up the bottom of her dress, exposing more and more bare flesh of her slender legs in the process. I grinned in response and traced the impact point of my piss stream downwards towards her hands and rim of her dress. Within seconds she had exposed her white panties, which were clung tightly around her thighs and the outline of her hairy pussy. My golden piss shower instantly washed across them staining them yellow as they absorbed my pee.
“That is just so nice!” she said. Her eyes were focused on the sight of my piss stream washing over her hidden muff. Golden rain was now pattering down between her legs as my piss shower ran off her panties and fell downwards to cause the piss stain on the carpet to grow even further. I was almost spent now and my flowing stream of hot pee was showing signs of diminishing. Not wanting to waste this opportunity, Sandra dropped to her knees and moved closer to me. Within seconds she was lifting my half erect member and moving it up to her mouth. I gasped in shock as she placed it inside her open mouth. She gurgled something unintelligible as she drank from my bell end. Her hands reached to my groin and slowly she started to massage my balls giving me an immediate erection. She struggled for a second to keep my dick in her mouth before she resumed her drinking and licking motion, taking the last of my piss down her throat and into her body. The effect it had on me was striking and I found myself already close to shooting my white load. Desperately I tried to hold back but it was in vain. The incredible experience of pissing over my fully clothed girlfriend in my front room before being subjected to an incredible blowjob was simply too much. Barely seconds after my pee hole closed at the end of my erect dick it was opening again to shoot out my hot white cum which Sandra had no problem excepting in her open mouth.
As soon as she had finished tasting my spunk, she was on her feet yanking down her yellow, piss stained panties and revealing her matted triangle of brown pubic hairs.
“My turn,” she whispered hoarsely as she yanked open the front of my shirt. Firm hands pushed me down to a kneeling position on the floor whilst she positioned her muff up to the opening of my shirt and my exposed chest. Within seconds she was treating me to a hot golden shower of her own, which squirted strongly out of her muff. The sensation of having her piss wash over my skin before running down the inside of my shirt was electric. I stared at the thick golden stream of pee flowing out of her pussy lips and thinking that I had never seen anything so beautiful. I was even quite tempted to bend forwards and except her shower of piss into my mouth but having just exhausted my sexual passion, I thought it better just to relax and enjoy the show.
By the time Sandra had finished using my open shirt as a urinal, I was almost erect again. She noticed my hardening member and smiled sweetly as she lowered her body downwards against mine, allowing her hardened nipples to brush against my lips on the way. Once on the floor she turned and adopted a ‘doggy’ position offering up her wide bum cheeks and pussy hole to my waiting penis. I wasted no time and slid into her moist pussy and started eagerly pumping away.
We fucked away like two horny teenagers, our love making taking place on the piss stained carpet that was now completely soaked from our two separate toilets. As I came again I collapsed in an exhausted heap on the floor, warm piss squelching in the fabric of the carpet as I rolled around. Sandra was bringing herself to orgasm with two probing fingers and I watched happily on as I got to watch her masturbate. Needless to say it took us ages to clean us the mess we had made but we both agreed it had been more than worth it. What a fantastic new way to celebrate our first Christmas together.
