Golden Delicious by Misty Meadow
Looking back, when did it all start? I can pinpoint the moment exactly. It was my very first day at Upton Grammar and I was walking home after school with my brand new best friend, whom I'd only just met. She lived just down the lane from me and I've never figured out why I'd never seen her before; after all, Upton is quite a small village. Anyway, her name was Nho, which in Vietnamese, means "small", suiting her to perfection as she was tiny, a little Asian doll. Like me she was eleven but she looked more like seven or eight. Her eyes were huge, with long black lashes, her cute little nose upturned, her small mouth begging to be kissed.
We walked through the village, stopping at the mini-mart to buy a bottle of cream soda which we shared sitting on the bench outside the Red Lion pub then, hand in hand we carried on until we turned off the High Street into Badger Lane. Soon we'd passed all the houses. The lane, worn down over the ages by the wheels of farmers carts and erosion had steadily sunk until it was paved over in the twentieth century, so now there were high banks with hedges on either side and where it passed through a small wood, the trees met overhead making a kind of green tunnel.
"I need to pee, Misty," Nho said.
"We'll get to my house soon and you can pee there."
"No, I have to pee now!" We'd come to a five barred gate which lead to a field of long grass which, in a few weeks would be mowed to make hay.
"Okay, let's climb over the gate and pee behind the hedge," I offered. In the field, we walked a few yards along behind the hedge until we were sure that no one could see us. "This'll do," I said. "Go ahead and pee, Nho."
To my surprise, she didn't pull her knickers down and squat; no, she simply lifted up her tartan school skirt high round her waist and stood with her feet well spread. She was wearing ordinary white cotton knickers.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"I'm gonna pee through my knickers. Haven't you ever done it? I love it, it's so naughty." I saw the crotch of her knickers darken as they absorbed her pee until they became saturated and her pee began to stream straight down between her legs. I stared transfixed. There was something exciting about this act of disobedience. I looked up and made eye contact. She must've seen something in my expression because her face broke into a big grin. I looked back down and soon her stream faltered, then stopped. I don't quite know what impelled me to do it, but I reached out my hand and put it between her legs, squishing her knickers so that her pee now soaked my hand. She didn't pull back or push my hand away; she simply stood there and let me do it.
I'd never touched a girl down there before, not even by accident. I'd listened to the "inappropriate touching" lectures they give us at school so I knew I was doing something forbidden. I gave her a few more squishes then took my hand away and sniffed it. It had kind of earthy smell that wasn't unpleasant.
"Why don't you pee, Misty?" she asked. Suddenly I wanted to do it. The urge to do this naughty thing was overwhelming. I hadn't peed since lunch time, so I knew I'd have plenty to offer.
I lifted my own skirt up, trapping it round my chest with my upper arms, spread my feet to keep my shoes and white ankle socks out of the way. Looking at Nho, her skirt still hoisted, I let it go. I could feel the wet warmth of my pee as it soaked my knickers, pink with white trim, and looked down to see the crotch darken. The pink colour showed the wetness much better than Nho's white ones. Then the stream fell straight down to the grass. She gazed intently at my performance until I was nearly empty and I stopped. Just as I'd done, she reached out and cupped my crotch in her hand, squishing my knickers. But I still had some pee left, so I let it squirt out. She giggled as it soaked through the cotton, drenching her hand. When I finished, to my astonishment, she lifted her hand to her mouth and licked it, front and back.
"Mmm, nice," she murmured. Then she put her hand back between my legs again, pressing it against me. Naturally, I returned the favour. There we stood, two eleven year old girls, our skirts lifted, our hands caressing each other's private parts.
"Wasn't that fun?" she asked, taking her hand away. I followed suit.
"It was awesome!" I breathed. It was true. The whole episode thrilled me like nothing had before. Even though for some months I'd been touching myself with my fingers in bed at night, enjoying the warm feeling it gave me, I'd never been so sexually aroused.
We let our skirts fall, climbed back over the gate and continued down the lane to the cottage where I lived. Mum was just leaving to start her shift as barmaid at the Red Lion and wouldn't be home until midnight. I introduced her to Nho
"Oh, my God, Nho, you're so cute!" she gushed. I asked her if it'd be alright if Nho slept over one night soon. "Give me your phone number and I'll call your parents and get them to okay it. Thanks. Gotta run. Bye, girls." Then she was off, striding briskly down the lane.
"Wanna come in?" I asked Nho.
"If I'm late, my folks will wonder where I am. Sorry. See you tomorrow, Misty."
I watched as she walked away, looking so young and vulnerable in her white blouse, tartan skirt and white ankle socks, just a perfectly innocent little girl with damp knickers.
We were walking home from school the next day, a Friday. My mum had phoned Nho's parents and got an okay for the sleepover. I was excited, thinking about all the naughty things we were going to do. We came to that same five barred gate and Nho said, "Let's do it again. "Let's pee in our knickers."
"We can pee when we get home. Mum won't be there."
"No, I wanna do it out in the open again."
"But what if someone sees us?"
"That's what makes it so thrilling, the idea of getting caught." She climbed the gate and swung a leg over the top bar. I could see her knickers were pale blue. I climbed after her, and she stared up my skirt before I dropped to the ground. We walked to the same place and I watched as she lifted up her skirt, but instead of just peeing, she slid her knickers down to mid thigh.
"Aren't you gonna pee through them?" I asked.
"Yes. Just watch. I wanted you to be able to see my kitty." Oh, I thought, she means her tinkle. Both words sounded silly and I thought we were gonna have to start using some adult name for it. I crouched in front of her, my face just a foot or so from her kitty and watched as her pee shot out in a strong stream, straight down to where her knickers were stretched from thigh to thigh, where it splashed, wetting her legs. A few drops hit me in the face.
"See, I'm still peeing through my knickers, but I'm letting you see my . . ."
". . . Cunt," I say, finishing her sentence. If we're going to be naughty then I want to use naughty words.
She giggled. "Okay, my cunt, then." I stared at it, nothing more than a vertical slit bisecting her prominent mound. I couldn't see even a trace of pubic hair. As her stream began to diminish, I put my hand between here legs, just as I'd done the day before, pressing my fingers against her cunt, causing more random spraying. I looked up into her eyes which were alive with excitement.
"Show me yours," she demanded and I took my hand away, lifted my own skirt, dragged my white knickers down to my thighs, spread my legs and let go. She stared at my cunt, focusing intently which excited me even more than watching her pee. My knickers were soon soaked and she put her hand in the stream, pressing her fingers against me. Now my legs were getting wet but I didn't care. The exciting aroma of fresh pee was in the still afternoon air.
My bladder was now empty but Nho didn't take her hand away. I stepped closer to her and put my hand back between her legs. I put my free arm round her, bent my head down and kissed her on the lips. I felt her melt. Her own arm went round my neck and we stood there, locked in a lingering kiss, feeling each other up in the lewdest way. Then we broke apart and stood back, looking at each other, our skirts still lifted.
"Aren't we fucking sexy?" I said, hoping she would pick up on my use of adult language.
She grinned. "I'm gonna take my knickers off and wring them out." She slid them down to her ankles and carefully took them off over her sneakers. Her skirt fell. I did the same and we squeezed all the pee we could from them. "The breeze is gonna be nice and cool on our cunts," she said, to my delight. "I'm not gonna put them back on."
"Me neither. If the breeze blows our skirts up and someone sees we've got no knickers on, it'll be awesome"' Trouble was, though we had plenty of breeze, the lane was deserted and we arrived at my house, our knickers bunched up in our hands, without passing anyone.
"Let's take a shower," I suggested. We dropped our backpacks in my bedroom and stepped into the bathroom. I dropped the two pairs of knickers into the laundry hamper. "I'm gonna undress you and then you can undress me," I said. I'd never undressed another girl before and I'd been thinking about it all day. It was exciting enough to unbutton her blouse and take her little cami off, then unfasten her skirt and let it fall, but I was deprived of the thrill of being allowed to pull her knickers down. It was even more thrilling when she undressed me. We stood there, naked, eyeing each other. She was tiny and didn't look more than about eight years old, but nevertheless, my heart swelled with love for this sweet little darling. We stepped into the tub and I pulled the shower curtain closed. Once I'd got the water temperature right, I took the bar of soap and started to wash her, beginning with her cunt. I took my sweet time, pushing a soapy finger into her, then doing the same up her brown rosebud. She giggled.
"That's so naughty," she murmured, "but don't stop. Naughty is nice." When I'd given her a good finger fuck, I soaped her body all over. Her chest was perfectly flat, her nipples still tiny but being allowed to touch her all over sent a delicious tingle through my belly. Then it was her turn. Unlike me, she started with my back and my bum cheeks, then my body, allowing her fingers to linger round my nipples which had just started to grow, then she kneeled and lathered my legs all the way up to the tops of my thighs, and then, when I was about to burst with impatience, she ran her hand between my legs, pressing her fingers into me as she gazed into my eyes adoringly. I was getting very excited. I turned the water off and we stepped out of the tub and toweled each other dry.
"Let's go into Mum's room. She wants us to sleep there and she'll sleep in my bed." We lay down naked on her big bed, my head up on the pillows, Nho's head down at my feet. We spread our legs and just basked in each others gaze as we closely inspected each other's cunts. We lay there for a while, not touching each other, just letting our excitement build. I'd never let a girl look at my cunt before and I don't imagine Nho had and I felt so thrilled to expose my most private part to her in this lewd way. She was right, naughty is nice.
"I brought some clean knickers and a dress for tomorrow," she said, "but what are we gonna wear now?"
"Nothing," I said emphatically. "We're gonna hang out naked until bedtime and then we're gonna sleep in the nude. I wanna spend every minute I can looking at your beautiful body."
"At my cunt, you mean."
"Yeah, that too."
"So now let's go downstairs and fix something to eat."
"And something to drink, lots and lots of stuff to drink so we'll need to pee a lot."
In the kitchen I opened the fridge door as she looked over my shoulder.
"That's what we need," she said reaching past me and pulling out a quart bottle of cranberry juice. "It's very acidic which is good. Did you know that pee is alkaline?" I confessed I didn't. "I googled it, and then I googled watersports and read that if you drink a lot of acidic stuff like this, or coke or lime juice, your pee tastes much milder."
"Then let's drink," I said, producing two glasses. We chugged it down and yes, it was a bit to sour for my taste, but it was all in a good cause. I microwaved a pizza which we scarfed down in about a minute then, in the living room, we sat on the couch and I opened Mum's laptop. (I'd watched her fingers the last time she'd renewed her password and I only had to see the first three letters in order to guess it. It was the name of her favourite singer.) Now I could access porn whenever I liked. I typed "pissing lesbians" into the search box and lo, a whole world of pee-pee play was available to us. For the next two hours, we were transfixed, staring at the screen as very good looking women drenched each other with golden pee, clearly enjoying it, often drinking it, sometimes with their lips clamped on the source.
"Let's pee," said Nho when we took a break. We went up to the bathroom and stood, looking at the tub. "How do you wanna do this?" she asked. Before I could answer, she stepped into the tub and knelt down, sitting on her heels. "Come and stand over me," she said. "I want you to pee on my face." I was kind of shocked and thrilled at the same time. I straddled her, looking down at her lovely Asian face, her big eyes filled with excitement, her tiny mouth spread in a wide smile. "Go ahead, Misty, pee on me." I let my full bladder go and a strong jet hit her on the chest so I leaned back to aim at her face. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth and the flow went right in. Believe it or not, it takes quite a long time to fill a mouth with pee, even one as small as hers, but when it began to spill out over her lips, she closed her mouth and swallowed, several times, then opened her lips again for more. I obliged, letting her have another mouthful, this time not quite so full as I'd run out, and she eagerly swallowed this one, too. She licked her lips.
"Fucking delicious," she said, looking up at me. "Like champagne." I doubt if she'd ever tasted champagne but I wasn't going to argue with her.
"My turn now," I said as she stood and let me lie down on my back. "I want you to sit on my face, but don't pee until I tell you. I'll slap you on the thigh as a signal to start and stop, okay?" She put her feet either side of my chest, then squatted until her cunt was touching my nose. I wiggled it and heard her giggle. I pushed her bum until my tongue could reach her slit. I thrust it into her as far as I could stretch it, but after a short time, it became painful, so I contented myself with just licking her from top to bottom and up again. That's when I felt her lips on my own cunt and her tongue went to work, sending electric thrills through my whole body.
But it was time for the real fun. I slapped her thigh and her pee immediately flowed out over my face and I opened my mouth and pressed my parted lips to the place it was coming from, just above her vulva. As my mouth started to fill and I began to taste her pee for the first time, I was delighted to discover that pee tastes a lot better than it smells in, say, a public toilet. The flavour was not too different from the half pints of mild beer that my mum occasionally allowed me to drink. It had a kind of earthy flavour that somehow reminded me of wheat. I found I could swallow without closing my mouth, and thus I didn't waste a single drop. When she was empty, we continued to lick each other, tasting the last drops of pee. Then Nho sat up and turned around so she was straddling my hips, facing me. Her face, glistening with pee, was alight with joy.
"That was fucking awesome!" she breathed. "I can't get enough of your pee, Misty."
I smiled. "All you have to do is wait and soon you can have some more." She laughed.
There rest of the evening was a blur of thrilling episodes as we searched the internet to discover new ways to pee on each other. We raided the fridge again, finding another quart of cranberry juice, and we squeezed lemons into glasses of Coke and chugged it all down. We spent a lot of time in the bathroom, unloading what we'd drunk on to each other's faces, chests and even cunts. Here's how we did that: I lay on my back in the tub and pulled my knees up by my ears, lifting my bum up with my hands under my hips. The backs of my thighs and my buttock created a kind of horizontal platform on which Nho sat, facing away from me and her cunt could almost press against mine. Then she peed, the jet hitting me right where I wanted it, so that some of it must have actually gone into my cunt, which I kept relaxed and open for the purpose.
Then we swapped positions and I peed on her sweet little cunt. She was laughing and giggling the whole time, clearly having a lot of fun. Eventually we showered to wash all the pee that had dried on our skin and went to bed. I fell asleep with Nho in my arms.
Mum woke us. "Look at you two little lovers," she mocked as we disentangled ourselves. "Did you sleep well?" She had a smirk on her face that suggested she thought we'd done something illicit. We dressed and had breakfast and then Nho had to go. "My parents might ask questions if I'm not home soon," she said. I didn't kiss her goodbye, 'cos Mum was watching.
After she'd gone, Mum went into the bathroom and I followed her. She said, "I was doing laundry and I found a pair of knickers that weren't yours. I suppose they're Nho's." I was undressing, getting ready to take a shower.
"They are. She'd brought a clean pair to wear this morning."
"Thing is," Mum said, looking right into my eyes, "I sniffed them."
"What?" I tried to sound shocked, as I slid my knickers to the floor and stepped out of them.
"Forgive me, but I like to sniff knickers now and again. All gay girls do it." Mum's sexual orientation was no secret to me. "They smelt of pee." She was grinning. "And there were a pair of yours in there and they smelt of pee too." Oh, why hadn't I rinsed them before dropping them in the hamper? "I bet you two naughty little lolitas were playing pee pee games, right?" I was mortified. "Oh, don't worry, I'm not mad at you. I used to play pee pee games when I was your age." I was flabergasted. She turned her back to the toilet, hoisted her dress, pulled her knickers down, sat and leaned back. I could see her cunt quite clearly, different from mine and Nho's, with big floppy lips and an arch at the top covering her clit.
"Do you wanna watch me pee?" she asked. She must have seen the eagerness on my face because her stream started to flow, making a loud splashing noise in the bowl. I dropped to my knees and peered between her legs, inhaling the aroma of her pee. "Also, I noticed that all the cranberry juice and Cokes where gone from the fridge. You girls drank an aweful lot. Were you little sex fiends doing a little pee drinking? I used to at your age, and sometimes I still do." Her flow came to a stop. "Do you wanna pee, Misty?" Suddenly I did, though seconds earlier, I wasn't even thinking about it.
"Yeah," I said. "Move over." But she didn't move, just sat there, gazing at my cunt.
"Sit on my thighs, facing me," she ordered. "Now you can pee down between my legs and if you splash me I won't mind, in fact I hope you do. Try to aim it so it hits my cunt." A mixture of astonishment and excitement made my pulse race and my head spin. My own mum wanted me to pee on her? Holy cow! I put my arms round her waist and let my pee go. Looking down, I could see it was falling straight into the bowl so I leaned back and Mum smiled as the jet hit her right on her pussy lips.
"Oh, my sweet darling, this is so fucking sexy! We're two fucking sluts who love pee play! I'm so happy, my darling. I wish I'd discovered this sooner."
"I only just found out myself," I said, "thanks to little Nho."
"Ah, yes, little Nho. She's adorable. Would she like to pee on me, d'you think?"
"I think she'd jump at the chance, Mum." My bladder emptied and I stood up and that's when Mum leaned forward and licked me right between the legs.
"Let me know when you need to pee again and we'll do it in the shower," she said, standing and pulling her knickers up.
Thank you, little Nho. You opened a window into heaven for me. Thank you for all the fun we had as we grew from little girls experimenting with naughty games, to randy teenagers searching for new ways to reach orgasm, to adult lesbians who, in turn, introduced other little girls to the thrill of pee play.
We graduated from school and went our separate ways, and I often wonder where you are now, to whom are you teaching the joy of lying in tub with closed eyes and wide opened mouth, as a stream of golden pee drenches splashes on to her face?
Yes, I'm now utterly dedicated to urolagnia, to give it its clinical name. If you've never drunk pee, here's a little experiment I'd like you to try. Half fill a large glass with beer, then top it off with your pee. Sip it. Can you tell if it's different from pure beer? In a blindfold test, I bet you couldn't. Chug it down, it's harmless and sterile. Try a two to one mix. It won't be long before you can quite happily drink pure pee undiluted.
Then, find a sweet little preteen girl, an innocent child who's curious about her body, and find a secluded place, a field beside a country lane, for example, and let her watch as you pee through your knickers. Be nice to her. Be kind. You'll be well rewarded.
The end.