Peeing has Always been my Pleasure

On becoming sexually active at the late age of eighteen peeing became a great pleasure. Even when it was not directly linked to sex I loved to fill my bladder and keep it full for as long as long as possible. The release of pressure was often done gradually as I teased myself. Over time a full bladder did start to arouse me sexually.

Inevitably my first orgasm was reached with a full bladder and my hand between my legs. I don't know whether all females, or males for that matter, remember their first orgasm as clearly as I do. I had been asked out on my first date with the boy I had fancied for months. It wasn't my first date with any boy but it was the first with Brad. I was excited about him, excited by the date and excited when he slipped his cold hand into my bra. My nipple was rock-hard instantly and I held my breath as he tortured it beautifully. Nobody other than me had touched my nipples and it felt frighteningly exciting.

I had been a late developer with my boobs not growing until years after some of my lucky friends. Lack of boobs meant very little interest from the boys, well at least the boys I fancied. My nipples had always been very large with almost no areola. They looked huge on my flat chest a combination that upset me. Boarding at an exclusive all girls school in the middle of nowhere we rarely met boys and those we did seemed attracted to one thing, huge tits as they called them.

When my boobs suddenly grew to an almost acceptable size my confidence grew along with the boys' interest. It was the summer before going to University - Brad was lovely and I thought I was in love. My girlfriends bragged about what they had done with their boyfriends but I was skeptical about most of their stories. Skeptical or not I felt I was missing out. Was it possible that my friends were being fucked to orgasms that were so wonderful they nearly passed out due to the pleasure, I thought not! Other girls said they thought that they had had orgasms but were not sure. Looking back now aged 25 they had clearly not had one but I didn't suspect that then.

Back to Brad I had no idea how to ensure that my first date with him would turn physical, sexual, but I was determined to try. I knew he had gone out with a couple of my friends but he did not seem to be pushy or brag about what he had done with them. This was reasonably unusual in my limited experience of the local boys. We were both 18 but were naïve in the extreme. Looking back now it seems like a wonderful naivety but at the time it was scary but in an excited kind of way.

Our date was a trip to see a film, a movie. We caught a bus to get there but his older brother agreed to pick us up and bring me home after it. Yes my mum had even insisted that I was brought back to the door and this was the only way it could be arranged. During the film Brad was far too much of a gentleman to do what I was hoping he would. I was very close to making a move to either put his hand on my body or find his with mine. I am not sure whether I was too scared to make a move or whether I was afraid to appear too forward. We got no further than holding hands until we were waiting outside for his brother. We were in a darkish area and I knew I wanted something to happen. I looked him in the eye and gave him a gentle but passionate kiss on the lips. When I pulled away he gave me a lovely smile, took hold of my head in both his hands and returned the favor beautifully. We were still fully engrossed in kissing each other when his brother coughed politely before laughing at us. He asked us about the film before saying that he hoped we had not really taken much notice of it.

When we got to the car his brother opened the back door for me. Brad went to get in the passengers door before his brother told him to "get a grip" and get in the back with me. We were soon kissing again as his brother drove off. As he did so he looked in the mirror smiled and turned the mirror so he could not see the back seats or anything on the road behind us. Somehow it seemed very natural when between us we managed to maneuver so that his cold hand was not only under my tee shirt but also under my bra. It felt a little like his hands were connected to mains electrics. It also felt like my nipples were connected to my pussy. I thought for a split second that I was going to pee. The fizzy drinks I had drunk during the film suddenly sat very heavy in my bladder (why do cinemas always serve huge drinks?). I wanted to say something but carrying on kissing seemed far more important at the time.

My body was fighting so many different sensations. I was delighted that Brad seemed every bit as much into me as I was into him. I was, for the first time, delighted to have a huge nipple that could be so easily excited so perfectly. I was delighted, but also very scared, that my full bladder seemed ready to burst. When we pulled into the drive of my house I was gutted. I straightened myself up and gave Brad a last kiss before thanking his brother. He didn't need to move the mirror that was now perfectly positioned for us to make eye contact. Brad and I had already arranged to meet the following week. As I climbed out of the car I noticed the curtains in the lounge twitch. Standing up was a little uncomfortable as my bladder was now threatening to fail me. This was not a completely new experience but I had not been this uncomfortable in public before.

When I managed to stagger into the house my mum greeted me as if I was returning from a six-month world tour. She enquired why I was looking so flushed and whether Brad had behaved himself. I wanted to explode at her but was afraid that this would slow down me getting to relieve the acute pressure in my bladder. I said he had been the perfect gentleman and my flushed state was because the car had been very warm. She clearly wanted to grill me about the evening but did allow me to go up to my bathroom upstairs without further questions. As I started to drop my panties I was sure that I would lose control but when my bottom hit the seat things eased just a little. The extreme pressure in my bladder was just as strong but I now I could welcome it, as the worse that could happen would be I peed. I had been in this position many times in the past. I would play with my pussy until the need to pee became too strong and the pee would explode with a force that was both exhausting but also stimulating. On these occasions I would feel elated but tired after emptying my bladder, which could take minutes before every last drop was gone.

On this occasion there was something a little extra. I could still feel Brad's fingers on my nipple. When my fingers found my pussy it was not moist as usual but dripping. It was dripping, but I knew it was not pee. My clit was feeling more bloated than usual and extremely sensitive. With one hand refusing to leave my clit my other hand struggled to uncover the nipple that had been so excited earlier. I did not undo or remove any item of clothing as I was in far too much of a rush. My tee shirt was soon around my neck on one side and my bra was partly removed to allow me to get hold of my huge excited rubbery nipple. Brad had not been particularly gentle with it earlier but now I was positively demented as I rolled and squeezed it between a thumb and finger. The image in my head was Brad doing this to me. I had to work much harder to create the image that it was Brad's fingers playing with my clit. Once the image was set in my mind everything changed. In the past when I got to the point where I knew I was going to pee I would stop rubbing my clit and sit back push the pee out with great force. Now it was not me rubbing my clit, not me refusing to stop the rubbing, when my body finally capitulated it was Brad. He told me I could pee if I needed to but he was going to masturbate me while I did so.

The next five minutes plus were some of the most memorable of my 25-year life to date. My bladder refused to relax enough to pee. I pushed hard to force the pee out but this only hurt more. My fingers, or in my head Brad's, took control: my clit went into spasm, my bladder went into spasm and my whole body went into spasm. Colors flashed in front of my eyes. Red, orange and yellow stars appeared but I was not sure whether my eyes were open or closed. Still no pee. The orgasmic spasms got stronger and I believed the friends I had doubted about cumming until they thought they would die. Finally I pushed again and I peed so hard it sprayed everywhere. It lasted a few seconds before my bladder closed again and spasms took control. Again I managed to force a long squirt of pee from my aching bladder before the spasms resumed. Fewer spasms this time before I was able to pee again. This cycle was repeated at least half a dozen times. The spasms of pure sexual energy were fewer each time and the peeing was longer and less powerful. It lasted at least five minutes but it might have been closer to ten. I was so exhausted I slid off the toilet and curled up on the bathmat my clothes still in total disarray. I must have dozed off as about half an hour later I woke up cold and stiff. I managed to make it to bed but slept until morning without removing any of my clothing. That orgasm changed my life. Peeing had always been a great joy to me, now peeing and orgasms were linked in a way I was desperate to explore further.

After our first date it seemed a very long wait until our second. I was desperate to turn my fantasy of him bringing me to orgasm using his fingers into reality. That summer mum met a new man who whisked her away on a world cruise. It was fantastic suddenly I was completely freed up. I still fancied Brad but decided that this summer was going to be too good to waste if we couldn't move things forward quickly. I decided to take the bull by the horns during our second date. We met in a pub for a drink, which gave me a chance to try and explain myself a little. I told him that I had enjoyed the kissing and that what had happened in the car had been the most exciting thing that had ever happened to me. I asked him if he wanted to enjoy so much more with me.

Brad and I never lost our virginity together but I taught him to masturbate me while I had a full bladder. He brought me to beautiful orgasms even before I eventually broke down and let him not only give me orgasms but experience me peeing as I did so. I regret parting company with Brad as after that summer we went to Universities that were at different ends of the country. Don't feel too sorry for Brad I developed a love of giving him head. He even developed a love of peeing while I played with his near erect cock. Looking back my obsession with peeing, as part of sexual activity was probably the main reason why we never actually fucked each other. I had developed a very strong pee fetish.

My virginity did not survive long at Uni. I wish I could record that my deflowering was the most wonderful experience of my life. It wasn't. The new students were all very excited and nervous to be living away from home at Uni and particularly the boys were keen to get laid. I didn't try and act as if I knew everything about sex as some of the girls did (possibly justifiably). My nervous naïve excitement did attract a couple of the second year boys who were delighted to suss out the often innocent naïve talent of the new girls. It was Andy who spent just enough time trying to get into my pants. I am sure that he was close to cutting his losses and looking for lowering hanging fruit when I decided that he was sufficiently hot to help me rid myself of my unwanted virginity. I am sure this was not how I saw it back then but that is how I see it on reflection.

Andy was considered amongst my growing group of female friends as a bit of a stud, a bit of a catch. Even if he was never going to promise me everlasting love sleeping with him was going to do my social status no harm at all. I will not take many lines to describe our three "dates" or more accurately the three times we had sex together. He was far from an unskilled lover and he did try at least to make things good for me. Looking back the foreplay clearly didn't really float his boat but he performed it with some care. Fortunately he didn't have a large cock and when he did take my cherry he did know enough to add plenty of lube from a tube to add to my considerable natural lubrication. He was delighted to confirm that he was my first but did give me time to recover from the considerable discomfort before fucking me firmly. I did get very sexually aroused by the experience but was never in danger of having an orgasm. He seemed happy after exploding after a few minutes that we enjoyed in two different positions. He was keen to hear that I had enjoyed it and that I was interested in a repeat performance. I confirmed what I knew he wanted to hear. The other two sessions were not too different but without the initial pain. My only regret was that I did not tell him how he could have made it so much better for me. It was a lesson well learned by me and not often repeated.

Fortunately we were able to split reasonably amicably as we both agreed things had run their course. I knew I had to find someone who I could share at least some of my fetish with. I did have a very lucky break on this front. A large group of us were drinking heavily in the bar late one evening. The conversation turned to things that people found a sexual turn on. It was one of the boys/men that said that if his bladder became too full he would get a very stiff erection and be unable to pee. This would lead to his bladder going into spasm. I was desperate to jump into the conversation but just managed to hold my tongue before one of the girls said.

"Oh you are just the man that I am looking for. One with an erection that will just not go down."

This caused much laughter but I was keen to ensure the conversation stayed on this topic as long as possible. I asked the boy how he resolved the problem and his obvious answer was that he masturbates to orgasm and then the bladder relaxes more easily. I wanted to admit my own interest in full bladders and peeing but threw out a question instead,

"Do any of you girls get aroused when your bladder is full?"

There was a few seconds silence before one of the quieter girls said,

"Yes I do. I thought I was kind of a bit weird but maybe not."

There were a couple of the other girls who comforted her saying that there was nothing weird about it. They didn't actually go as far as admitting that they found it arousing but it was clear they did. I don't have many regrets in life but one is that I never shared my fetish with another female (actively that is). I don't have any bi-tendencies but I have often wondered whether I would have enjoyed sharing my fetish with another female. I have no regrets that I have shared my fetish with many males on many occasions.

The discussion rumbled on for some minutes. Finally I expressed my interest in both experiencing a male who enjoyed a full bladder and having a male enjoy me while I had a full bladder. I did not reveal how deep my interest was however. This certainly caught the attention of the boys who suddenly seemed to be desperate to offer their services in either of my expressed interests. I made a mental note of two who seemed to have some actual interest in the matter rather than the simple interest of getting into my pants. I would have loved to simply drink up until my bladder was full and taken one of the two of them to bed to explore my fetish. It was not to happen.

One of the two boys I had observed as clearly aroused by the idea of full bladders and peeing was Hans. He was strongly built, good looking but very quiet. I could not imagine him plucking up the courage to chat up a girl but that was no worry to me. He was in a small group that met once a week with one of our tutors. It was easy to pull him to one side.

"You seemed very interested, even aroused, by the conversation in the bar the other night. Am I mistaken? If I am I apologize, if I am not then I plan to have a full bladder tonight at about nine o'clock. My room is B156 I would like it if you joined me, with a full bladder of course."

I could see he was just a little worried I was in some way setting him up. I tried to allay his concern by confirming my interest was longstanding and profound. He clearly believed me. The rest of my day was worrying exciting and frustrating. Had I misread Hans or my ability to share my fetish with anyone else, particularly a near stranger. I turned down offers to join friends for the evening and my nervousness grew, as did my bladder. On the dot of nine there was a quiet knock on the door and Hans took a nervous look round the room before accepting my offer to enter. He had four beers in his hand and a large bottle of water. His first words did establish what we both knew and that was this was not going to be conventional sex.

"I find I can enjoy a bladder full of water far more than one full of beer. I brought the beers just in case you find the opposite."

We had absolutely agreed to explore our jointly held interest in full bladder peeing. I agreed the beers could be put to the side. I invited him to feel my already large but not yet uncomfortable bladder by placing his hand over it through my clothes. He reciprocated and I guessed his was already getting towards the uncomfortable point. I suggested that I would find it better if we were lying down and that I would be more comfortable naked. I have never undressed in front of a man in a less erotic way. I had unnecessarily dressed as sexily as I could but this was irrelevant as all our clothes were soon discarded.

We did briefly stand and admire each other's bodies. His was strong and well toned with a cock that to my inexperience eye was slightly on the small size. It was however already rock-hard. He appeared very appreciative of my body that showed its own excitement in the form of erect nipples and a very wet pussy.

Before we moved to lie down on the bed he offered me his bottle of water in such a way as he might have offered me a dildo. I kept eye contact with him as I downed at least half a pint. As I offered it back to him I tried to challenge him to drink even more. I couldn't resist covering his cock with my hand and gently pushing it against his bladder as he slowly drunk at least a pint of water. His eyes expressed the excitement and delight that he had found a kindred spirit. We agreed that in a prone position we could comfortably enjoy a much fuller bladder than when standing. When we were lying down he offered me the replenished bottle having positioned his hand so that his palm covered my expanded bladder while his fingers reached my clit. I didn't drink until his fingers spread my juices around my swollen clit. He smiled at this little game. I knew I could not drink too much more but made a show of what I did drink before offering him back the bottle. He held my gaze without drinking anything until I flattened my hand against his cock with my fingers reaching down to his almost hairless balls. These I tickled as he drunk slowly but surely. His erection had been rock hard throughout but now the head was turning a lovely shade of purple.

My bladder was now screaming at me. I told Hans that I didn't want to drink any more but wanted to enjoy the fullness of my bladder while being played with. I asked him whether he would prefer to watch me play with myself or whether he wanted to play with me. His answer was to settle down next to me with his left hand covering my bladder and his fingers just a little lower than previously. The tips of his fingers now played between the wet swollen lips, my clit was in contact with his fingers and his hand applied gentle circles to my rock hard bladder. I was in heaven. I was able to copy many aspects of what he was doing using my finger tips under his balls, my fingers on his balls and my hand rolling his erection across his bladder.