I kept masturbating and had a little orgasm while his hot urine streamed into my open mouth. I had boyfriends in high school, but they were immature. In college, I met a boy named Marcus. As I put myself away, I felt the last few drops soak into the crotch of my panties. I put it to my lips and took a sip. With everyone in class, I had the room all to myself. With two fingers, I spread my labia open, and the winter air chilled my pink slit. We had gone behind his garage under a lilac bush, our secret hideout where no one could find us. My piss laser slowed to a stream, then a dribble. Spatters of pee adorned the porcelain rim, some dry, some still wet. At the end of our freshman year, after our last final, Marcus and I decided to go camping. A stream of yellow pee arced up and back. “Oh, yeah.”
We had just fucked minutes before, so I could taste my pussy mixed with his urine.
