At Futanari High, students of all genders and sexual orientations intermingled freely. It was a place of acceptance and exploration. One such student, Urinal Boy, found himself in the unenviable position of being the object of desire for many of his peers. His name stemmed from his unique ability to urinate standing up, much like a boy. It was an odd talent, but it wasn't long before it caught the eye of a fellow student, Serena.
Serena was a bold and confident futanari, blessed with a magnificent cock and an insatiable thirst for pleasure. She watched as Urinal Boy relieved himself at the urinal, his soft member hanging lifeless between his legs. Something within her snapped, and she soon found herself standing over him with her impressive member fully erect and glistening with pre-cum.
"You know," Serena began, her voice low and seductive, "I've always wondered what it would be like to taste your piss, Urinal Boy."
Urinal Boy looked up at her in fear and confusion. He had always been teased and laughed at for his unique ability, but never like this. He felt his bladder tightening again; he could either obey Serena or risk wetting his panties in front of everyone.
"Go ahead," he whispered, his voice trembling. "Taste it."
Serena smiled and leaned down, brushing her lips against his ear as she spoke. "That's not how you ask," she purred, her breath hot against his skin. "Beg like a good little slut."
Tears welled up in Urinal Boy's eyes, but he forced the words out. "Please, Mistress Serena," he whispered, his voice barely audible, "taste my piss."
Serena grinned, taking his chin in her hand and forcing him to look up at her. She grabbed his hair and led him closer to the urinal, positioning his head directly above it.
"Say it again," she commanded, and Urinal Boy could only nod in response.
"I'm going to piss all over you, Mistress Serena," he repeated, terror rising within him.
"Good boy," Serena praised, releasing his hair and stepping back. She lifted her hips slightly, letting her enormous cock drip pre-cum onto the urinal before slowly lowering his head onto it. His mouth came into contact with the warm, salty liquid, and he gagged, feeling the rush of piss against his tongue.
Serena chuckled, leaning forward slightly. "Drink it up, slut," she commanded, and Urinal Boy obeyed, forcing himself to swallow the unexpected treat.
The sensation was overwhelming, and he found himself growing hard against his panties. Serena looked down at him, grinning. She reached down and plucked the small bulge at his crotch, teasing him with her finger.
"I see you're enjoying this," she purred, her voice low and seductive. "Tell me, who's the real man here?"
Tears streamed down Urinal Boy's face as he grabbed his own hair and pulled, moaning in pleasure. "I am, Mistress Serena," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "It's all because of you."
Serena chuckled, stepping back once again. "What would you do to please me?" she asked, arching an eyebrow.
Urinal Boy looked up at her, unsure of what to say. He could feel his cock twitching inside his panties, begging for release.
"Anything, Mistress Serena," he whispered, "just say the word."
Serena paused for a moment, considering his response. Then, with a sinister smile, she stepped closer again.
"Show me," she ordered, and Urinal Boy dropped to his knees before her.
With shaking hands, he pulled down his panties, revealing his hard, erect cock to Serena. She leaned down, her lips grazing against his ear.
"You're such a good little slut," she purred, her breath hot against his skin. "Now, take my cum and enjoy it."
Urinal Boy nodded, opening his mouth and taking her cock in his hands. With a moan of approval, Serena began to stroke herself, her other hand gently guiding his mouth over her cock. As he felt the head of her cock brush against his lips, he parted them just enough to allow it entry.
Her cum tasted salty and sweet, and Urinal Boy drank greedily, his fingers working overtime to keep up with her rhythm. Serena moaned, her hips bucking wildly as she came hard onto his face.
"Good boy," she murmured, stroking his hair gently. "Now give me your cum."
Urinal Boy was more than happy to oblige. He repositioned himself as best he could and began to stroke his cock, letting out moans of pleasure as he approached his own climax. With one final thrust, he came, his cum shooting across the room and landing with a splat on the wall.
Serena watched him curiously, amused by his display of submission. She smiled, resting a hand on his head.
"You truly are a good little slut," she said, her voice warm and affectionate. "You have pleased me this day."
And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving Urinal Boy kneeling there, panting heavily, his cock still twitching in the aftermath of their encounter.
