Pee-Pee Girl

By Misty Meadow

Published on Aug 25, 2017

Lesbian

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Pee Pee Girl by Misty Meadow

For as long as I can remember, I've been obsessed with pee. Just the act of relaxing my bladder and letting my pee flow seems to stimulate nerve endings round my eurethra and it turns me on, sexually. It seems that not all girls are like me. There's even a name for it - urolagnia. I looked it up on the internet and it turns out to be a medical condition that can be treated. But who'd want to treat it? That's crazy. It's so much fun peeing through my knickers or watching other girls pee or letting them watch me. Best of all is when I can find another girl who's really into pee pee games, who'll pee on me and let me pee on her, but they're very few and far between.

I look at a lot of websites that feature lesbians peeing on each other, but they always look so faked. I mean the peeing is real enough, but they never really drink it; they just let their mouths fill and then spill it out. When I have a mouthful of pee, I swallow it and let my partner know I've swallowed it and tell her how good it tastes.

I have to say that it's an acquired taste. The first time I sipped my own pee from the toothbrush mug in the bathroom, when I was five years old, I didn't really like the taste, though the act of pee drinking was naughty enough to be exciting, but I persevered and soon I found the taste thrilling, especially if the donor had been drinking acidic drinks to make it less acrid.

My first peeing experience with another girl happened one afternoon, walking home from school with Janet Harper and we took a short cut through the churchyard. I told her I needed to pee and being shy about showing my tinkle to another girl, I just lifted my dress, spread my feet and peed through my white cotton knickers. She look on, awestruck, her gaze riveted on the stream dripping from my wet crotch. I'd never been looked at like that before and it sent thrills running through me. We were six years old.

"You do it," I demanded. She shook her head. "I peed before we left school," she said, but the following day, I repeated my little show and she followed suit, and the sight of her pee cascading down from the crotch of her knickers made my heart race. It became a regular thing, peeing between the gravestones with with chance that someone might catch us at it, though no one ever did. One day, she was gone. Her family moved away and I never saw her again, though I'll always be grateful to her.


For some time I've suspected that Wendy Wilson has a crush on me. She's only eleven, three years behind me, and she follows me around at school like a love struck fawn. It doesn't bother me, in fact I'm somewhat flattered, but she's a little too young for my taste; her chest is flat and her legs too skinny, though she's going to be gorgeous in a year or two.

But when her Mum asks me to babysit her, staying overnight, I begin to regard her in a different light. I'll have her to myself for about sixteen hours, alone in their house and Wendy is so innocent and vulnerable that I might be able to . . . well, I'll leave that to your imagination.

It's Friday night and her Mum has left, not to return until the following morning. "You can sleep in my bed," she'd told me. "The sheets are clean. Wendy has to be in bed by nine and make sure she showers and brushes her teeth."

We've spent the evening watching a soft core lesbian movie that I found on Netflix. The story progressed so incredibly slowly that we gave up on it . The weather is unusually hot and we're down to just our knickers. I have to admit that Wendy looks really cute in her undies. I look pretty hot myself.

"Bedtime," I announce leading her upstair and into the bathroom. "I'm gonna pee before I shower." She pauses outside the bathroom door but I tell her, "It's okay, come on in; I don't mind if you watch me pee." I sit on the toilet, my knickers still on. "Let's play a naughty game," I say, mischievously.

"What?"

"Let's pee through our knickers." She giggles. "You sit on my lap and we'll both pee at the same time, okay?"

"Alright." I sit as far back on the toilet as I can and she sits on my thighs, her back to my chest. I put my hands on her hips and pull her so that her bum is firmly pressed against my tummy.

"If we spill any, it's okay," I tell her, "we can mop it up later. Ready? One, two, three, go!"

My knickers begin to soak and then I hear the tinkle of my pee into the bowl. At the same time, I feel the hot wetness of hers on my tummy, trickling downwards over my pussy to join my own cascade. I put one hand on her chest, fingering her nipples and the other down between her legs, squishing her knickers. Her giggles become laughs. She's loving it!

After a few seconds, I call out, "Stop! Can you hold it?"

"Okay, but what's wrong?"

"Nothing. I want you to save it, that's all." I give her knickers another squish, then push my hand down the front and finger her wet pussy. She leans back, not resisting at all. "Having fun?" I whisper in her ear.

"Awesome!" she says. "It's so nice and naughty."

"It's gonna get even naughtier," I tell her, as my bladder empties. "Stand up and let me take your knickers off." She stands and turns to face me. I pull her wet knickers down and let her step out of them, then I bunch them up and press them to my face, inhaling deeply.

"Oh, my God!" she murmurs.

"I love the smell of little girls' pee, Wendy." I toss them into the laundry hamper, then reach out my hand and cover her pussy, running my middle finger inside her just and inch or so. Then I suck my finger and lick my lips. "You taste delicious."

"You're being silly."

"I'm serious. It's an acquired taste though. You might not like it at first, but after a while it becomes exciting. Now take my knickers off." I stand and let her pull them down. As they pool at my ankles, I lift them with one toe and deftly flick them up on to the counter. I'll rinse them later. Then I take her in my arms and kiss her on the lips. If my kiss tastes of pee, she doesn't seem to mind. "Has anyone ever touched your pee pee before?" I ask.

"No, not even Mum, since I was a toddler."

"But you liked it just now, didn't you?" She grins in assent.

"I've let lots of girls touch mine," I confess. "I love the feel of a finger inside me." She looks up at me trustingly. I let her go, then take her hand and step into the shower.

"Don't turn the water on yet," I say. "Stand there and spread your feet." I sit down on the tiles, positioning myself between her legs and tilt my head backwards. "When I kiss your pee pee, I want you to pee again, okay?" She nods, giggling again. I put my hands on her bum and press my face firmly against her with my lips to her little slit and immediately her pee starts to fill my mouth.

Having drunk lots of pee, admittedly most of it being my own, I've grown to be a connoisseur, able to differentiate between strong early morning pee and milder evening pee. Wendy's is remarkably mild, like a pale ale almost. (Yes, I have drunk beer.)

She manages to deliver two mouthfuls before she runs dry, which I eagerly swallow, then, still holding her bum, I give her pussy a good licking, probing my tongue into her as deep as it'll go. Eventually, I come up for air, looking up at her and smiling. She stares down at me, and expression of awe on her sweet face.

"Oh, my God!" she breathes. That seems to be the only expletive that kids know these days. "That felt so . . ." She gropes for a word.

"Sexy? Did you like it?"

"Awesome!" she gushes. Another overworked word. Never mind, she likes what I'm doing, that's the important thing.

"Turn the water on and let's get clean." With the temperature adjusted, we rinse off, then I take the bar of soap, lather up my hands, then stand behind her, one hand on her chest again and the other down between her legs, probing with my middle finger. She parts her thighs to accommodate me. I finger fuck her for half a minute or so, then step back and use my other hand to probe her little brown rosebud. "Relax and let it go in," I tell her and my finger pops right in, past the second knuckle. "This is called a double finger fuck," I murmur in her ear. "It's to get you nice and clean, but it feels good too, doesn't it?"

"Awesome!" I remove my fingers.

"Now do me," I command, handing her the soap. The touch of her hand on my pussy sets me alight, waves of lust radiating out through my whole torso. Her finger up my bum is an added bonus. I'm in heaven. In my mind, little Wendy has morphed from a child into a sexy little nymphet with whom I'm gonna have some exciting adventures. "Now do my tits. Soap them all over and pinch my nipples, as hard as you like; I don't mind the pain. Oooh, Wendy, you're driving me crazy!" She looks at me proudly.

I want to get out of the shower and into the bedroom, so I push her hands away, turn off the water. I enfold her in a big bath towel and dry her all over, paying particular attention to the space between her little legs. She returns the favour and then I lead her into her Mum's bedroom.

"Would you like to sleep in here with me or in your own room?" I ask. Without replying she jumps up on the bed and lies on her back, her fingers locked behind her head. I sit on the bed and look at her. In just a few hours, since arriving earlier, my preference for younger girls has intensified, my age range dropping from around my own age to eleven or even less. I'm starting to believe that the younger they are, the easier it is to engage them in my "forbidden" activities. I look at her boyish body, slender, with no hips to speak of, her chest totally flat, her prominent mound as bald as a billiard ball. A day ago I'd not have been in the least bit interested, but now I realise I have a blank page to work with, and I can create whatever I like as long as she doesn't object, and she's showing no signs of that.

"Misty, are you gay?" she asks, not unreasonably, given what we've been up to.

"Yes, I'm a total lesbian. Boys suck."

"Then I wanna be a lesbian too." Oh, perfect. She's all mine.

I lie beside her and run my fingertips up and down her body, circling her nipples, probing her belly button, and lingering at her pussy lips, gently teasing her.

"This is fun," she says, a mistress of understatement.

"What have you liked the best so far?"

"When I peed in your mouth. That was awesome, so unbelievably naughty."

"Yeah, that was the best bit. Just lie back, close your eyes and let me kiss your pee pee again. I love kissing pee pees and yours is so adorable!" I slide down the bed and go to work, my whole being focused on arousing her, hopefully bringing this little girl to her first orgasm. What a thrill that will be. I bend to my task and it takes less time than I'd thought. With squeaks and gasps and groans, she climaxes, then flops back on the bed, her face and chest bright red.

"Oh, my God, Misty! I came! I actually came! It was incrediable."

"Now close your eyes and go to sleep."

"No, no! I wanna do it to you! Please, let me lick your pee pee!"

How can I say no?


My plan was to send Wendy back to her own room before her Mum arrived home, but it's all gone wrong. I'm wakened by the sound of the bedroom door opening and I open my eyes to see Wendy's Mummy looking at us, an enigmatic smile on her face.

"Good morning, my little angels. So you decided to sleep naked together? What a lovely idea. It's been far too hot for P.J.'s."

"Hello, Mrs. Wilson," I manage to say, pulling the sheet up to cover our naked bodies.

"You don't have to get up yet," she says, sitting on the edge of the bed. "It's only seven o'clock and it Saturday. You can lie in."

"Hello, Mummy," Wendy says, yawning and rubbing her eyes.

"I'm gonna take a shower," Mummy says, standing and taking off her suit jacket, unzipping her skirt at the side and letting it fall. To my amazement, she's wearing stockings held up by suspenders, which disappear up the legs of her transparent nylon knickers. My eyes must be popping out of my head because Mrs. Wilson, whom I've always thought of as attractive, is suddenly a very sexy and sophisticated lady. Underscoring this are her knickers, sheer full cut nylon with lace panels up the sides, lace round the legs and without a double lining where her pussy nestles, leaving it in full view. My newfound attraction to little girls hasn't damaged my ability to appreciate a sexy mature woman. She sems to be enjoying the fact that we're both staring at her. She unbuttons her blouse, exposing a skimpy white lacey bra, which she unhooks and discards. Then she slowly and deliberately slides her knickers down to mid thigh, pauses to flick a strand of hair from her eyes, then lets them fall.

"Do I look sexy in stockings?" she asks. I'm staring at her pussy, clean shaven with what seem to me to be enormous floppy lips and a huge clit. It's totally different from mine and Wendy's. She unclips the suspenders and tosses the belt aside. Then she put one foot up on the end of the bed to roll the stocking down and now I can see her pussy even more clearly. She does the same with her other leg.

"Now we're all naked together," she says, smiling at us. "Tell me, what did you guys get up to while I was away?" Wendy hides her face behind her hands.

"I'd rather not tell you unless Wendy says it's okay," I say

"Then you tell me, Wendy. Did you guys kiss?" She nods. "Touch each other's pee pee's? I used to do that a lot when I was your age." Wendy takes her hands from her face, revealing a smile. "And it's just a short step from touching a pee pee to kissing it, so I'm guessing you . . ."

Wendy blurts out, "She kissed mine and so I kissed hers."

Her face lights up. "Wow! Congratuations. Until now, I've thought that you're too young to get involved in sex with another girl, but I can see that you're ahead of me. And what a lovely girl you've chosen. Misty, you're adorable when you're dressed, but naked, well, what can I say? Stunning, fabulous and utterly sexy! Now I'm gonna shower. Back in a bit."

"Oh, my god!" Wendy whispers as her mum leaves the room. "She's never stripped off in front of me like that before."

"It was awesome!" I breathe, my own vocabulary rendered useless by my lust. "Your Mum is so fucking sexy!"

"She likes you. She was staring right at you as she was taking her knickers off."

"I hadn't noticed because I was too busy looking at her pussy," I confess and Wendy giggles. The sound of pee tinkling into the toilet reaches us and I join Wendy in her giggles.

"She's left the bathroom door open," she says.

"Shall we go and watch her pee?"

"You can go. Hurry up before she finishes." I jump out of bed and run to the bathroom. There she is, leaning back, her legs parted, a stream of pee shooting from her pussy.

"I need to pee too," I say, not altogether untruthfull. Mrs. Wilsons flow stops, but she doesn't get up.

"Can I watch you?" she asks. My heart leaps.

"Of course you can." Suddently I'm emboldened by her dazzling smile.

"Last night Wendy and I peed throught our knickers."

Her smile broadens. "I know. I found Wendy's knickers in the laundry hamper and they were soaked with pee. Oh, you naughty, naughty little girls! I used to do that when I was your age; in fact, I still do. Peeing can be such fun." I seem to have found a soul mate.

"She sat on my lap and we both peed at the same time," I said, now eager to share my obsession.

"How utterly delicious! Whose idea was sit?"

"Mine. But Wendy enjoyed it a lot."

"Show me what you did," she says so I turn my back to her and sit on her thighs, pushing back against her.

"I think it'd be better if you face me," she says. I reverse, spreading my thighs wide to accommodate her. My pussy is pressed against her shaved mound. "Go ahead and pee, Misty." My pee sprays out, wetting both our tummies, then draining down between our legs to fall into the bowl. "It seems you find peeing is just as exciting as I do," she whispers.

"Oh, my God!" we hear, and there is little Wendy standing in the doorway, her eyes huge.

"Misty tells me that this is what you did last night," says her mum. "I think it's marvelous that you two have discovered the delights of pee play so young."

"I need to pee, too," Wendy says.

"I made her pee in my mouth in the shower," I say.

"Naughtier and naughtier," her Mum says. "Would you like to pee in mine, Wendy?" Her daughter looks embarrassed, looking down at her feet. "Perhaps not. I think this is all a bit new for you, but would you mind if I watched while you pee in Misty's again?"

Wendy still looks reluctant, but nods her head. I step into the shower and sit on my bum. Wendy straddles me and again I clamp my lips to her pussy. Her pee is less pleasant than last night, being more alkaline, but still nice enough for me to swallow all of it.

"Bravo!" her mum calls. "You drank it all, Misty, I'm so proud of you." I lick my lips, just to tease her. "Let's shower."

The shower stall is big enough for three so we crowd in and Mum adjusts the water temperture. We take turns soaping each other, and she's not shy about running a suds covered hand between my legs, or between the legs of her daughter for that matter. I've never showered with a grown up before and it's thrilling. She asks me to soap her tits and I play with her erect nipples as Wendy looks on, her eyes big. She finally invites me to wash her pee pee and I take my sweet time, probing with my fingers in her vagina and not forgetting her bum hole. She seems to like that a lot. It's the most exciting shower I've had in my life.


We have breakfast in the kitchen, still naked. We have cereal and big glasses of cranberry juice, more than I want, but I drink it all down so I'll have plenty of pee later. I urge Wendy to drink all of hers, too, and her mum looks at me, knowingly.

Back upstairs, I recover my knickers from the towel rail where I'd hung them last night after rinsing Wendy's pee from them. I go into her bedroom where she's selecting knickers from her dresser drawer. She holds up a pair of pink cotton one, with white trim at the legs and waist.

"Let me try them on," I ask, "and you wear mine. I Iove wearing another girl's knickers. It's like saying, 'I love you'." She blushes and I watch as she pulls mine on, then I step into hers. I stand behind her as she looks at herself in the mirror, my arms round her, my chin on her shoulder. "You look so fucking sexy in my knickers," I tell her. "You know I'm crazy about you, don't you?"

"You're sexy too, Misty. I've been in love with you for ages."

"I know." I kiss hr neck and squeeze her little body. "Let's go and find your Mum." She's in her bedroom, dressed in a man's white cotton singlet and nothing else. It comes down to just below her belly button.

"Aren't you gonna wear knickers?" Wendy asks her.

"I'm trying to decide. On the one hand, I like showing off my pussy, but on the other, peeing through knickers is deliciously naughty. What should I do?"

"Wear knickers," I tell her. "You can always pull 'em down if you wanna show off; like this." I pull the front of the pink knickers down and show her my pee pee. "And if you wanna pee through them, then there they are."

"Okay, knickers it is, then." She produces a pair of pale blue sheer bikini briefs that are so flimsy, they almost don't exist. She puts them on and her pee pee is perfectly visible.

"There's a little game I want you to help me with," she says. Come into the bathroom." From the medicine cabinet she produces a condom, tears open the wrapper and unrolls it so it's like a deflated balloon. She takes her knickers off. They didn't last long. "Now, Misty, I want you to hold the condom open while I pee into it." I kneel between her feet as she sits right on the edge of the loo and I grip the condom between my fingertips, stretching it open, holding it directly below her pee pee. Suddenly it gushes out, rapidly filling the condom. "Tie it closed," she says and I struggle with the slippery rubber, but eventually manage it. It looks a bit like a small animal balloon.

"Now, fuck me with it," she says, crudely. Wendy gasps. I work the end of it between her lips. It's not rigid like a vibrator and it's reluctant to go in, but I wiggle it from side to side and up and down and bit by bit it goes inside her.

"Oh, my God, Mum!" Wendy gasps.

"I'm not freaking you out, am I, Wendy?"

"No, Mum, this is awesome. I never knew that you were so . . ." She struggles to find a word.

" . . .Depraved? Dirty minded? Lewd? Lascivious?" her mum offers. I doubt if Wendy knows what "lascivious" means, but she nods her head. "Yeah," Mum continues, "I'm all of those. Oh, look, it's all the way inside me, like a soft dildo. It feels marvelous. I could wear it all day, walking around with a balloon full of pee up my cunt, and who'd know?" Wendy smirks at her mum's use of the "C" word. I find the concept wildly exciting.

Her mum stands so she's almost directly above me. I gaze up at her pee pee with its nice big lips and the end of the condom sticking out of it and she looks down at me, an excited look on her face. I see the muscles of her lower abdomen contract and the condom shoots out and hits me in the face. My badly tied knot comes undone and I'm splattered from head to toe with her pee.

"Oh, I just couldn't help myself from doing that," she said, apologetically. "Are you alright, Misty?"

I'm laughing. I've just been piss bombed. Of all the teenage girls in the county, she picked the right one. I rub my hands all over my face and my upper body, spreading her pee evenly. The pink knickers are dark in patches where they're wet. I lean back, propping my upper body up with my hands on the floor behind me. I'm guessing that she still has some pee left.

"More!" I demand. "Pee on me some more! Hose me down from head to toe." I hear Wendy giggling as her mum looms over me, spreading her lips with her fingertips. A strong stream shoots out and I just have time to close my eyes before it hits my face. I tilt my head back and open my mouth. It is half full before she redirects her stream on to my chest and then at my knickers, getting them totally soaked. I hear Wendy's laughter.

As soon as her flow stops, she moves aside and tells Wendy to take over, to piss all over me, never mind the mess, I can clean it later. Wendy obliges, peeing though my knickers on to my face. I swallow all I can catch then drag the wet knickers down my thighs.

"Pee on my cunt!" I demand. I've never used that word before and the sound of it coming from my lips exites me even more than I am already. She shuffles forward and her stream lands right on my own pee pee, causing thrills to run all through my body. Finally, she runs dry and I sit up. She sits beside me, the pee on the floor soaking into my knickers that she's wearing.

"Do it to me!" she demands. "Pee on me, Misty, while Mummy watches. Go on, do it."

I untangle her wet knickers from round my ankles and stand astride her as she lies back.

"Go for it, Misty. Piss on my little girl! Piss on her face and piss on her body and piss on her sweet little cunt so I can lick it clean afterwards! Oh, my God! She likes it! My darling daughter likes being peed on! Oh, I've died and gone to heaven."

My bladder empties and I step aside. Wendy is laughing and giggling and clearly having a whale of a time.

"I drank some. It didn't taste so bad." she says. "I could drink some more, Mum."

I look at her mum. "Your turn," I say.

Mum squats over her daughter's face and lowers her body. From where I stand, it's difficult to see what's happening. Mum is clearly peeing, but none is leaking out, so Wendy must be drinking it all.

She's come a long way in a very short time, has my little friend, the little eight year old child who has a crush on me. She and I are gonna have a lot of fun together, discovering new ways to play naughty pee pee games, and I'm sure her mum will have plenty of new ideas.

Mum seems to be peeing for a remarkably long time, so I get down on my hands and knees on the wet floor and peer between her legs. She's finished peeing and Wendy is licking her clean.

Licking and licking and licking. She's gonna be VERY clean.

The end.

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