Sandra Drinking Piss

Sandra Drinking Piss

I couldn’t resist I found some more pictures of Sandra she is just so cute and sexy that i must post them. How nice would it be to find here in your toilet ready to drink piss oh well we can all dream. Or should I say I can dream .
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Filed under: Athens Girls and Drinking Piss and Pissed On
Posted on 06.30.07
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Office Pee Party

Office Piss Party

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I thought today we should have some more piss videos from Yellow Stories
I find these videos very hot and worth the time to watch. This time it’s The Office Pee Party
“Fun in the office goes to a whole new level, as these friends relieve some tension by shooting their golden streams all over each other. As word gets around that there’s a pee party, and everyone’s invited, and everyone shares in each other’s wetness.“ There are 4 Movie Pages
Enjoy The Office Pee Party Movies

Filed under: Drinking Piss and Peeing and Pissed On and Pissing and Yellow Stories
Posted on 06.29.07
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Sandra Pissed On

Sandra Pissed On

This is nice the sweet Sandra from Athens Girls is pissed on in the bath. It is a lovely golden piss stream too. Even after getting sprayed in the hot yellow piss she has a cheeky smile so you can tell she really enjoyed her goldenshower
Enjoy Sandra Being Pissed On

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Posted on 06.28.07
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Blonde Piss Taker

Blonde Piss Taker

While relaxing on the couch, the blonde chick laps up her man’s hot piss before giving him a taste of his own medicine as he lies beneath her. She then sucks his dick and straddles him to enjoy some more of his golden stream on her shaven pussy and mouth again
Enjoy These Blonde Pissing Movies

Filed under: Drinking Piss and Peeing and Pissed On and Pissing and Yellow Stories
Posted on 06.27.07
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Pissing Asians

Pee Asian

Some more Asian piss. We all I hope like Asian pee and this time round there are panty and skirt peeing and a couple of Asians squatting too. Peeing Asians really are a different style than regular pissing pictures.
Enjoy The Pee Asians

Filed under: Asian Pissing and Knicker Wetting and Outdoor Pissing and Peeing and Pissing
Posted on 06.27.07
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A Piss Story Part 2

Here is the continuation of the story that I posted a few days ago enjoy

When the Saturday came around, I was a bundle of excitement as the evening in the pub wore on, and I had butterflies running riot in my tummy as I thought about what might be going to happen later that evening.

At last everything was cleared up, and Sally and I were free. Her boyfriend had sent a cab, and we piled into it and it took us to his flat some three miles away.

Her boyfriend was in his late twenties, I should say, quite a good-looking man, if you liked men that was, and rather quiet. Somehow he didn’t seem the sort of person I’d imagined. They seemed to be in no hurry. We sat around in the lounge for a while, drinking, and then when they had exchanged one of those private jokes that other people aren’t supposed to understand, Sally suggested that we go upstairs.

Her boyfriend, John, didn’t come with us. Sally explained that he’d be up later. She showed me into a bedroom and followed me in. She started to undress, so I followed suit and when we were both quite naked she indicated the bed. Before I lay down on it she stripped back the candlewick bedspread. Underneath was a rubber sheet, a dark russet red and obviously quite new as it still had a shine on it more or less all over.

Sally coaxed me down onto it. The chill shocked me at first, the rubber striking cold against my back, but then Sally was nuzzling eagerly down by my pussy and her nimble tongue warmed me to the point where I forgot about the chill. As a matter of fact I began to quite like the smooth, silky feel of the sheet as Sally’s efforts between my thighs stimulated me into a slow, sensuous movement which rubbed my bottom sibilantly against the cool rubber as I began to worm from side to side.

And then she stopped. Gasping softly as I lay spread-eagled on the bed, I watched as she went to the door and called out to John.

“Ready,” she said. “She’s warmed up nicely.”

She turned to grin at me over her shoulder as she spoke. I pouted rather childishly. I wasn’t altogether sure I liked being talked about as if my feelings were of no account, and I said so.

“But that’s just the point,” she said. “That’s why you’re here, isn’t it? For us to have fun with.”

I objected, but the butterflies fluttered in my tummy again and a shiver tracing a path down my spine told me that I liked the idea, whether I admitted it or not. Sally didn’t seem to be fooled, she simply came back to the bed and knelt either side of my head, looking down at me with an expression that told me just what my position was going to be that night. A mixture of panic and delighted excitement gripped me, and as she lowered herself smilingly down upon me, my lips kissed obediently at her thighs, and then brushed against the coarse hair of her pussy before the warm, sweet-smelling moisture of her labial lips caressed mine. I worked my tongue rapidly and as expertly as I could, and I felt her begin to move her weight around over me.

The door opened, and though I couldn’t see him, I felt John’s weight as he got onto the bed with us. His hands pushed insistently at my thighs, and Sally reached down and tweaked my nipples between her fingers.

“Open up darling,” she cooed, “John’s got something for you.”

The hot, solid thrust deep inside my defenseless quim left little room for doubt as to what it was. And then, with John’s rock-hard prick plunging methodically in and out, Sally’s movements, as she wriggled around with me striving to keep my tongue in the right place, became slowly more animated, and her excitement began to transmit itself to me. I felt myself beginning to squirm violently, and the great fat cock kept shoving arrogantly deep into my wet cunt in time with my movements until I was panting with pleasure, my breathless gasps half-stifled by Sally’s moist and agitated wriggles as I licked frenziedly deep into her vagina.

John’s voice came to me as if from far away.

“She’s coming,” he said.

Sally grunted, and then, lifting herself away from my eager tongue, she knelt up until she was poised some twelve inches above my face. For the first time I could look down and see John busy between my thighs. His cock slipped out for an instant, and I was shocked by the size of it before it disappeared from sight as he plunged it determinedly back into me.

Sally hovered above me. I saw her lips part in a smile, and then the warm, pungent piss began first to seep from her cunt, and as she thrust the soft folds aside with her hands, stretching herself wide open, the delicate patter of pee became a steady hissing stream, hot and seemingly steaming almost as it gushed full flood down onto my neck, my tits, my upturned face. Her smiling enjoyment of it, the feel of her pee splashing without inhibition all over the top of my naked body, before pressing her cunt once more to my lips. I had little choice but to swallow the golden fluid that was still spilling from her in a gentle stream. The sharp, salty taste was, at the moment, the most delicious I had ever tasted. John’s redoubled plunging and pumping up inside me combined with these other sensations to embroil my emotions. In a turmoil of sheer sexual bliss that was quite unlike any other sensation I had ever experienced before I came to a screaming climax just as Sally’s stream of pee dried up and she lifted away from my face.

With my climax ebbing, I opened my eyes to. see the dark, looming shape of Sally descending again. She sat fully astride me, riding me furiously as she groped for her own sexual release. And I, with the taste and smell of her fresh urine a sharp tang in my nose and mouth, did my best to prod her up to the heights she was so frantically trying to scale.

John, striving manfully still as he continued to fuck me solidly and unrelentingly, kindled the beginnings of another orgasm deep inside me, and I reached down to where his prick was slipping in between the slippery lips of my cunt and I pulled myself open, pleading mutely for something that I’d never actually realised I needed before. John beat me to it, his prick jumping and jerking inside me as it pulsed like a live thing and jetted his hot, thick spunk into my grasping pussy.

He subsided between my legs as Sally reached her orgasm at last, and she screwed herself down onto my tongue, gasping as she wrung the last vestige of pleasure out of her climax.

Sally toppled off me, and lay breathless on the rubber sheet beside me. I was left wriggling in frustration, so near and yet so far, and then, like salvation coming at the last moment, I felt John’s rough chin rasping between my thighs and his mouth teasing deliciously at my throbbing clitty. He edged me back towards my second orgasm, and then, as I felt him pull away and I opened my eyes, Sally’s electric touch took over, and she frigged me with her fingers while John rose up onto his knees, his fat, half-hard prick dangling weightily in front of him. He took his tool into his hands, and then, as he aimed it with a caressing motion of his fingers, the first warm, gentle rain began first to spatter down onto my belly, and then to course powerfully out from the solitary eye of his prick, the stream flooding up over my breasts and splashing with a warm and tantalising lightness around my nipples and up under my chin. He thrust the monster toward my mouth, which, amazing myself, I opened willingly, sucking and swallowing his piss as if his prick was a monster straw. At the same time I felt my own bladder explode into Sally’s hand as she fingered my soaking cunt.

So ecstatic was my climax as Sally masturbated me right up to and through it, that I seemed to float away, the beautiful odor of his pee tingling in my nostrils, and coming back to reality was one of those long-delayed affairs where you feel that you’re never going to make a landfall, that you’re going to float on a sea of pleasure for an eternity.

I came down at last, feeling utterly shattered. John had left us, Sally was mopping herself down with a towel. I lay wallowing in the lovely swimmy feeling of the piss as it sloshed around underneath my body on the rubber. Sally smiled, though doubtfully, as if wondering what my reaction to my own abandoned behaviour was going to be. I smiled back and said the only words that seemed even remotely adequate.

“That,” I whispered, “was absolutely divine!”

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Posted on 06.26.07
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Pissing In The Sun

Outdoor Pissing

I know I have posted a few sets of Rebekah from Needapee but what can I say she really is a hot pissing amateur. This is a really nice set of her pissing in the sun. It is a shame that she has done more videos than photos. The last time I counted there are 76 hot piss movies from her inside Needapee Click Here to preview them. Unfortunately she only has around 20 photosets. But I guess pissing videos are always better than photos! If you want to preview her piss videos Click Here
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Filed under: Needapee and Outdoor Pissing and Peeing and Pissing
Posted on 06.25.07
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Vaginas Pissing

Vaginas Pissing

Here is a mix of vaginas pissing. I always find it interesting to see the difference in the look of a vagina and of course the different colours and piss sprays that they produce.
Enjoy the Vaginas Pissing

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Posted on 06.24.07
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A Piss Story

I came across this story i hope you enjoy it

It’s funny, isn’t it, how you can be involved with someone for a long time and think you know all there is to know about them, and then suddenly something happens and you discover that you didn’t really know them at all.

The person I’m thinking of wasn’t exactly involved with me, we just worked together. She was in her early twenties I suppose, and I was a year or two older, and we worked as barmaids in a busy pub in London. I just worked there at weekends, but Sally’s was a full- time job, and she had a tiny self-contained flat on the top floor of the pub. As I say, I’d known her for a while and we were pretty friendly, but it wasn’t until the night the Rugby Club hired the back hall for a stag party that I began to see Sally in her true colours.

The rugby boys were a pretty boisterous lot, and the landlord did his best to keep some semblance of order about the proceedings, but inevitably, after a few drinks, they were even less amenable to reason than usual. Which might have been all right except that round about ten o’clock Sally and I were told to take in the food which had been ordered in advance.

When I opened the door to the hall I was greeted by the sight of a large number of extremely drunk and rowdy men besieging a little platform that had been erected, and on which two quite attractive girls were doing their best to dance to the rhythm of the record that was being almost drowned by the catcalls and gusts of raucous laughter that continually swept the hot, smoky room.

Taking my courage in both hands, as it were, I dived into the throng closely followed by Sally, and immediately became a target for every hand within groping distance that wasn’t already clutching a pint. I struggled through to the table, which was alongside the dais on which the two strippers were mechanically bumping and grinding out their routine, and dumped my tray onto the table just about in time to rescue my knickers which were being dragged resolutely down my thighs by a bleary-eyed young man who was simultaneously trying to kiss the back of my neck.

I turned to fight my way back through the crush, and just then I heard Sally squeal and saw her disappear, one arm flailing wildly, amongst a cheering group of men. I tried to get to her, but I hadn’t a hope. All I was able to do was to save myself. I made it to the door with nothing much worse than a broken bra strap and my dignity severely injured, but there was no sign of Sally. I hovered by the door, peeping now and then through the crack and wondering whether to fetch the landlord, with visions of Sally raped and ravished floating before my eyes, which would have been a pity as I’d always rather fancied Sally, though I’d never managed to find an opportunity to tell her. I suddenly felt furious with those brutes in there, and there was a definite tang of jealousy to my anger. I was almost ready to go and summon help when she appeared, breathless, and squeezed through the door to safety.

Her face was flushed, and she was clutching a little pink bundle in her hand which she held up triumphantly.

“Got ’em,” she said, and grinned at me impishly. I was amazed at her calmness. We went back to work in the bar, and then after a while she said mysteriously:

“It was worth it though.”

I looked at her, wondering what she meant. Her eyes sought mine and held them, and there was an odd mistiness about her look that I’d never seen before. She seemed to be looking straight through me, and I had the uneasy feeling that she was reading my mind.

“Worth it?” I asked. “How d’you mean? Rape turn you on, does it?”

She smiled a slow, simmering smile. “No,” she said quietly, “but that girl, the one with the long black hair – she did.”

Taken aback, I didn’t know what to say. “Who?” I asked, stupidly.

“That stripper in there. I’ve been dying to get a peep at her all evening.” She smiled again, and brushed close behind me as she passed along behind the bar. A moment later she came back and did the same thing as I was pulling a pint.

“You know the one I mean,” she whispered. “The one who looks a bit like you.”

She went off down the bar, leaving me in a state of confusion, almost of shock. Warm liquid fires floated eerily through my loins as the significance of her words sank slowly home.

The rest of the evening passed in a kind of haze. I hardly dared look at Sally. For me it was an odd experience to be the seduced rather than the seductress, but I began to think I’d been missing out.

Sally didn’t speak to me again until after the pub had closed and we were washing glasses together. Her quiet invitation to “Come to my room when we’ve finished” started the excitement off afresh.

At about eleven-thirty, after Sally had guided me out of the bar to the bottom of the stairs, so as to escape the notice of our boss, she called out goodnight to him and led me upstairs to the fourth floor and along a narrow corridor to the door of her flat. She showed me through the door and switched on the light.

She seemed absolutely confident about the whole situation, a confidence which, while it left me a little unsure of myself, in some strange way also put me at my ease. For the first time I found myself able to let go of the need to maintain a front, an image. I was the one who had been led, however willingly, into this situation. It seemed suddenly easy to simply let go, to play the role of innocent and to let Sally accept full responsibility for whatever was about to happen. It was a delicious feeling, difficult to explain to someone who may not have experienced it themselves.

In the low lighting of her little room she led me with total assurance to the softness of her bed. Her hands stroked soothingly up my thighs under my dress, and without apology caressed the warm, damp prominence of my pussy snuggled demurely inside my knickers.

I parted my thighs, obedient to the pressure of her finger-tips, and I felt the gentle, silky touch delve moistly between the soft outer lips, by-passing the tight nip of the elastic around the top of my thigh. Her fingers were electric, tingling me in exactly the right places, but the pleasure was faintly marred by the unwelcome feeling that I was going to have to have a pee quite soon. It was stupid of me not to have thought of it before, but I was definitely going to have to interrupt the proceedings just as I was really beginning to enjoy it.

I whispered hoarsely into her ear that she’d have to “Excuse me” for a moment. Naturally she wanted to know why. I told her that I’d have to go to the loo. I thought she’d be annoyed at being interrupted, but instead she giggled and said teasingly: “C’mon then. I’ll come with you.”

She led me to the bathroom which adjoined her bedroom. It was very pretty, pink tiled half-way up the wall and shiny golden taps on the bath.

“In here,” she said, and instead of letting me go and squat on the toilet seat she edged me towards the bath. I hung back, not understanding her.

“Come on,” she urged. “We’ll have some fun.”

She slipped off her shoes and then undressed completely except for her pants. Then, while I copied her, wondering where this was leading and having to press my thighs together to keep from pissing myself, Sally turned on the hot tap and ran a few inches of water into the bath.

“Warms it up,” she said, and then promptly stepped in and sat down with a splash.

I stripped, but left my knickers on as she had, and stepped into the bath and was about to sit down when she stopped me.

“No, you can’t sit down,” she said, “because I’m going to play with you, you’ll see.”

I smiled, mystified, and she explained.

“First,” she grinned, “you’ve got to take these off.” And she hooked a finger under the elastic of my pants and gave them a yank so that they came part way down. Then, still with a devilish grin on her face, she slid a finger between the very tops of my tight- pressed thighs, outside my knickers, and wiggled it titillatingly until she’d found the tip of my clitty underneath. It felt beautiful, but I had to pull gently away from her as the tickle also brought on the need for a pee more urgently than before.

“No, please,” I said. “Let me have a wee first.”

“You’re going to,” she said, “but not just yet,” and she teased my excited pussy as I teetered up onto my toes and wriggled lewdly on the tip of her insistent finger.

My bladder felt as if it were about to burst, and then, to my horror, I felt the first hot seepage deposit itself wetly into my knickers.

“Oh, Christ!” I said, and felt the flush of embarrassment rise to my cheeks, but Sally giggled again and, with her finger hooked inside the crotch of my pants, she tugged me towards her and stared obscenely at the damp patch as it spread slowly over the front of my knickers. Then to my amazement, she withdrew her wet and shining finger and passed it, with obvious pleasure, across her lips, the pink tip of her tongue peeping out provocatively.

“Now get `em off,” she said thickly, obviously very excited. “Quick, before you waste it.”

Still very confused, yet fascinated and oddly thrilled by her own obvious excitement, I wriggled my knickers down, oozing warm, dribbling pee as I did so, the tiny stream trickling down my thighs and making their soft insides glisten in the light.

Following her directions, I got into the bath and knelt, facing her. Then, as I’d begun to suspect she might, Sally slid down into the few inches of water and slithered between my parted thighs until her head was directly between my legs. Looking down I could see her eyes, wide open with excitement, just beyond the damp curl of my pubic hair. She peered up at me, and her voice was half teasing, half serious.

“How long can you hang on?” she asked.

I doubted that I could hold on at all, but I said: “A minute, perhaps.”

“Couldn’t you make it two?” she asked, wheedlingly.

“Oh – all right, I’ll – I’ll try.”

Her fingers began stroking me again, up between my thighs, around and under my bottom, then brushing lightly across my cunt and teasing so that I began to tremble with the tension and excitement. My hips began to undulate helplessly as the pleasure mounted deep inside me, and then. with my bladder feeling fit to burst, and my climax only about twenty seconds away, she suddenly stopped.

“Make it five,” she demanded.

I didn’t know what she was talking about. My pussy was crying out for her to go on, to let me finish.

“Five? Five what?” I almost bleated.

“Five minutes,” she said. “Hang on to your pee for five minutes -or else.”

“For Christ’s sake-I Or else what?”

“Or else I won’t let you come,” she said.

I pleaded with her to go on. She stared up at me, then she lifted her head and licked, very gently, between the lips of my cunt, lingering around the tip of my ditty for a moment before she sank her hair back into the warm water,

“Five minutes,” she insisted.

I was utterly helpless. I was absolutely dying to let it out, but she’d got me so desperately excited that the mere thought of her not making me come eventually was more than I could bear.

Nearly in tears, the emotion choking me, I stutteringly agreed.

“Right then,” she said. “Five minutes,” and glanced up at a wall clock that I hadn’t noticed before.

Then, her tongue sliding like liquid silver over my poor, throbbing ditty, she teased and tormented me with incredible skill until I was poised on the very brink of orgasm, my hips working with an obscene squirming as she licked and nibbled underneath me. Inevitably, and unavoidably, little spurts of wee escaped me as I struggled not to let go, but Sally seemed not to mind at all, though I whispered my apologies to her. I was amazed to realise a few moments later, she was actually drinking my piss!

At one point I thought she’d let me come. I reached for it, pressing down onto her mouth, but she moved away, knowing what I was trying to do, and then, to make it worse, she began to rake her fingernails up the insides of my thighs, making me flinch away and spatter tiny showers of urine down onto her face and her bare breasts.

“Don’t you dare let it go,” she said, and then went back to teasing me with her tongue, and I looked up at the clock and saw, incredulously, that there were still three minutes to go.

“For Christ’s sake Sally,” I squealed. “I just can’t hang on any more.”

“Yes you bloody can!” she almost hissed. “And you will, if you don’t want to blow up from frustration, sweetie !”

And so, desperate beyond measure for the sweetness of the release she was promising me, in both respects, I clung on to my pee somehow, squirming helplessly on her tongue, longing to at least press my thighs together to ease the pressure inside me, but unable even to do that.

Her long nails raked me again, and then, almost the final straw, she began pinching at my bare buttocks and occasionally nipping with sharp teeth at the damp and tender insides of my thighs. I couldn’t help it, more splatters of my hot piss splashed uncontrollably down onto Sally, and she nuzzled hard underneath me, shoving me right back up to the very peak of excitement.

At last, after what seemed ages, the clock jerked finally to the five minute mark.

I squealed in an agony of excitement and distress that the time was up, but Sally had timed it absolutely perfectly. With a last hot flurry of her probing, teasing tongue, she tipped me over the brink and suddenly I was utterly and completely out of control as my orgasm reached down into my loins and skewered me with a climax such as I had never known before.

In a great pink-tiled haze I was dimly aware that my bladder had at last let go. I could hear the hot, gushing stream drenching Sally, who still probed and prodded between my legs, and then flooding musically into the shallow water in the bath. I literally shuddered with the release of both pent-up pee and bursting ecstasy, and there was a voice screaming in the echoing little room that I realised must be mine.

Eventually, and how much later I don’t know, I came round properly. Sally had climbed out from between my legs and had drained the bath. I watched as she peeled down her soaking knickers and dropped them into the sink, then she put the plug back in and ran the bath full of warm water while I sat down in it, utterly exhausted.

Then, as we both soaked in the luxuriant warmth, she told me about a friend she had, a boy-friend.

“But you’re – well, aren’t you lesbian?” I asked stupidly.

“Yes – and no. I’m kind of half and half.”

I felt confused again. She’d seemed so utterly commanding, so marvelously competent, that it didn’t seem possible that she wasn’t completely Iesbian.

She explained about her and her boyfriend, and then invited me to come and find out for myself. By the time we’d finished our bath I was hooked on the idea. We arranged it for the very next Saturday night.

Filed under: Piss Stories
Posted on 06.23.07
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On A Lead Pissing

On A Lead Pissing

So I came across these pictures of chicks on dogs leads pissing.
Very strange I hadn’t seen it before but well worth sharing.
Enjoy the Pissing Pictures

Filed under: Asian Pissing and Peeing and Pissing and Strange
Posted on 06.20.07
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