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One of them was to pinch tight the tip of the foreskin while sitting on the toilet and letting my pee fill and expand my foreskin capacity until the pressure exploded through my hand. And so it was on that particular morning, standing in front of the bathroom mirror, already empty of pee and with a stretched foreskin. I don't know why I did it, but I pushed the tip of my foreskin so that my penis went back against my testicles. But not this time. Instead, I playfully pushed my finger inside my foreskin, delicately exploring the wide opening of the wet lips at the tip of my penis. I stood for a while, letting my love juice flow out of my foreskin and across my fingers.
Soon enough I felt myself shuddering as my throbbing pussy gushed all inside the bathing suit. I stood up and took my towel and wiped the sand off of my legs and arms so that only my torso was covered, the same as if I was wearing my actual bathing suit. You couldn’t really see my nipples or pussy anymore, but I’m sure my butt was still totally visible despite the cheeks being covered with sand. I jumped in and was instantly turned on more, feeling my clay bathing suit erode away in the water. Now that I felt naked again I ran back to my blanket for the final time and put my real bathing suit back on.
Grabbing the apricot body wash from my bag, I drizzled it down over my nipples, then lathered my taut torso, choosing to watch as it slid slowly over my blond mound, then down the front of my thighs toward my gym sneakers. Leaning up and foraging through my gym bag I could feel my thin black hair brush, then clutching at the bristles, I began thrusting the handle inside my wet hole. With my right hand squirting more of the apricot nectar upon my blond mound, I prized my pink lips open and rubbed down hard on my clit, slithering my finger from side to side on my swollen button, as the brush rammed deeper inside my thirst.
Slowly I allow a single finger to slide between my puffy, dribbling swollen lips before bringing them up dripping to find themselves a home in the liquid recess of my mouth; and as my busy little mouth suckles the glorious juices from my soaked digit, I keep my smiling eyes firmly fixed on the all seeing orb. A single breath across his tip could send him over the top, a lick of my saliva soaked tongue could push him beyond any control, a flick of a finger, a squeeze or gentle slide of my hand down his length could turn me into the cum drenched girl of my dreams.
I didn’t think I could be any more shocked than I already was but as the guy pissed up her body, over her belly and tits, the girl turned her head towards him and moved her open mouth under the glittering rainbow of fluid. The camera turned away, faithfully following the pee stream as it moved back down her body but I saw it. She’d had a mouthful of piss and without the camera watching, she could easily have spat it out, but she had chosen to swallow; chosen to take the guy’s waste fluids into her body. Far from the horror I had felt, the movements of her body told of her excitement as the stream of piss wandered over her flesh.