Golden Fountain By Misty Meadow
I absolutely love golden showers! I'm more than happy to let any girl pee on me, on my body, on my tits, on my cunt, but best of all is having my face peed on. I try to keep my eyes open, after all, I want a close up look at the cunt that's sprinkling me, but pee can make my eyes sting. I always keep my mouth wide open, to catch even the most badly aimed pee stream and I swallow most of it which serves two purposes: I really adore the taste of pee, especially if it's mild, and the more I drink, the less cleaning up there is to do.
Speaking of which, would you like to know how to make your pee taste better? Simple; pee is alkaline, so the more acidic drinks you can ingest (cranberry juice is best, wine is good, Coke is okay), the better. Load up for an hour or two before your pee games begin to allow the acidity to work through your system and let your bladder get really full. Holding it in when you're desperate to pee, when you lover is teasing you, denying you relief, is delicious torture, until she finally relents and lets you hose her down.
All my girlfriends are into watersports, indeed, that's the reason I selected them. A lesbian relationship without the joy of pee play, no matter how beautiful or sexy my partner might be, would feel incomplete. When a girl is sitting on my face and she lifts up and aims a big, strong stream of pee into my eager mouth, the humiliation I feel is delicious. Surrendering myself to such "abuse" is my way of saying, "I love you so much, you can do anything you like to me, the dirtier the better." It's a form of intimate surrender that makes thrills run up and down my body.
I was just a little girl of ten when I first discovered the joy of peeing in the presence of other girls. One afternoon, coming home from school, two of us were walking down the narrow lane behind the churchyard when I suddenly wanted to pee.
"You can go in the graveyard," my friend said.
"Come with me," I begged her. "It's a scary place." I wasn't scared a bit, I just wanted her to watch while I peed. Don't ask me why, it just happened, that's all. I took her hand and climbed over the low stone wall and found a secluded spot among the gravestones. I stood facing her and lifted my dress high up round my waist. My friend eyed my knickers appreciatively. I pulled them down to mid thigh and spread my feet as far as my knickers would stretch. Putting my hands on my bum, I leaned back, my hips thrust forward and let it go. My steam arced out landing several feet away as my friend looked on, giggling. When I was about half empty, I shut the flow off.
"I thought you were bursting," she said.
"I was. That was only half of it." I pulled my knickers all the way up, so that when I looked down at myself, I could see that the wetness of my cunt created a nice camel toe. "I'm gonna pee through my knickers," I announce.
"Why?" she puzzled.
"Because it's naughty. I like being naughty, don't you? Here we go." The front of my knickers grew dark as they soaked up the pee and then, when they were saturated, my pee dribbled down from the crotch, to the ground.
"You're weird, Misty," my friend commented.
"Try it. Being naughty is fun." But she declined. Walking the rest of the way home with my wet knickers squelching, felt even naughtier.
After that I made a point of walking home from school with different girl each day and tried on my little show with all of them. Only one was excited by my lewd display and we became sweet little lovers, playing pee pee games, and much more besides, at every opportunity. Thus, my appreciation of the sexiness of preteen girls was born and nurtured and to this day, watching little girls pee (mostly internet pictures) turns me on like a brush fire.
That was some time ago and a lot of pee has flowed under the bridge since then, most of it from me, the rest from my lovers.
It's Saturday morning and I wake up lying next to Marcy, my latest conquest. I picked her up last night at a gay bar in the nearby town, established that she was as fascinated by urination as I was, loaded her up with lots of wine, dragged her home and made love with her all night. Her pee was utterly delicious. Most of it went straight into my mouth and was swallowed. Of course, some of it wet the bed sheet, but underneath it I've stretched a pool table cover to protect the mattress so that isn't a problem. She liked to be hosed down, from head to toe, my stream hitting her tits and then her cunt. It was a lovely evening.
I'm lying on a damp sheet, my body growing colder and I pull the duvet over both our bodies. My partner wakes up and folds me in her arms.
"Ready for more pee fun?" she asks.
"Absolutely. What would you like to do?"
"I want you to clamp your lips to my cunt and drink every drop, Misty." She squats over my face and I pull her down, pressing my lips to her cunt and she lets go, a full night's worth of piss, at least a pint, maybe more and I drink it down eagerly.
I hear the bedroom door open and as Marcy lifts her body I'm able to see my daughter standing there, dressed in an all too short cotton nightie. Her name is Sarah, though I call her "squirt", a nickname that has nothing to do with pee play, but might serve her well when she reaches puberty and (hopefully) discovers the joy of gay sex accompanied by golden showers. I plan to teach her everything she'll need to know, hoping that she'll like watersports as much as I do.
"Have you ever heard of knocking?" I ask, indignantly.
"Sorry, Mum." This isn't the first time she's caught me in bed with a lover, but she's never seen me eating pussy, yet. "What's the smell?" The aroma of pee has filled the room.
"Open the window, darling, there's a good girl. It's just a little pee, that's all. We'll have to do some laundry later." She knows I'm into golden showers, though I've never let her watch me with my lovers. She grins, goes over to the window and opens it.
"Oh, my God!" Marcy breathes, looking at her. "You're fucking gorgeous! I just love little girls and you're the prettiest I've ever seen."
"Hands off," I say. "She's mine."
"What have you guys been doing?" My daughter asks. "Peeing on each other, I suppose?" Squirt knows about my obsession.
"All night," Marcy offers. "We had a lot of fun."
Squirt sits on the edge of the bed and pulls the duvet down, exposing our naked bodies. She eyes us appreciatively.
"You're just as beautiful as Mummy."
"Thank you. You've inherited her good looks."
"Wanna see my pee pee?" Squirt says, hoisting up her nightie and pulling the crotch of her knickers to one side, spreads her thighs. Little fucking exhibitionist, I think to myself, but secretly, I like the fact that she's showing her cunt to a total stranger. She's not in the least bit shy about her body.
"Oh, my God!" Marcy breathes, "that's the prettiest cunt I've ever seen!" Squirt smiles, proudly, then lets her nightie fall.
"I gotta pee," I announce.
"On me!" Marcy demands. Now Squirt has never been a part of my games, even though she's expressed curiosity about what I do. After all, she's only eleven and yes, I confess I was into peeing at eleven, but then I'm a fucking freak when it comes to pee. Let her learn the joys of kissing and caressing before she tries a golden shower.
"Go on, Mummy, I wanna watch you pee on her." Fuck, I think, why not? Sooner or later she's gonna get into gay sex, and if she's willing, who am I to deny her. I straddle Marcy's naked body, pull my pussy lips apart and let go, splashing her tummy, then her tits, a quick trickle on her face and then, pushing my pee out at full force, aim at her cunt. She groans with pleasure. Squirt looks on, fascinated. When I'm finished, I roll on to my back, feeling the coolness of the pee that has collected under our bodies.
"Oh, my God, Mummy, that was so naughty!"
"Yes," says Marcy, "we're very naughty girls, aren't we, Misty?"
"Total sluts," I say, grinning.
"Piss drenched whores," Marcy adds with a smile, "Dirty fucking sluts!" Squirt laughs.
"So dirty," I add, "so thoroughly sprinkled with pee that we need to shower. Come on, Marcy, let's rinse off." We go into the bathroom and close the door behind us.
"Your kid is fucking adorable, Misty. I'd love to let her pee on me and introduce her to the joys of watersports."
"She's a bit young," I point out as we step into the shower, "and she might not like it."
"She was pretty excited watching you pee on me."
"Nevertheless, I want her to learn about conventional sex before she gets into kinky stuff. I bought her a suitably age targeted book on sex, though it didn't have any info on golden showers, so she knows what lesbians get up to."
"Do you want her to become a lez?"
"Absolutely! The idea of her having sex with a boy horrifies me."
"Would you like me to help you teach her about pee play?"
"Hold it right there, Marcy. You just want to get into her knickers, don't you?"
"Who wouldn't? She's so fucking sexy!"
"And eleven years old, remember?"
"I was having sex at that age. Weren't you?"
"As it happens, yes, but I want to carefully supervise her education and take it a bit at a time. Sorry, Marcy, but I'm not gonna let you touch her, at least not yet. You'll have to content yourself with dreaming."
"And with you," Marcy says, running a soapy hand down between my legs and thrusting her middle finger into me. I return the favour and for a minute or two, we masturbate each other, but then the door opens and Squirt comes in. My maternal instinct tells me to take my hands off Marcy, but my sexual self wants her to watch. We continue fingering each other's cunts. Squirt steps up close to the glass shower door and gazes at us, her excitement showing on her face.
"I gotta pee!" she announces.
"Can you hold on, darling?" I answer. I shut the water off and Marcy and I step from the shower and towel off.
"I gotta run," Marcy says. "I had a lovely time, Misty. Squirt, it was nice to meet you. I hope I'll be seeing more off you."
"You mean like this?" she says, lifting her nightie over her head and tossing it aside. Almost naked, she looks like a sexy little angel.
"Oh, sweet Jesus, I could just cum from looking at you," Marcy breathes.
"Ring me, Marcy," I say as she exits the bathroom.
"Mummy, I really gotta pee!" Squirt says.
"Hold it! Step into the shower and we can have a little pee pee fun." Her face lights up as I take her hand and pull her into the shower.
"I still have my knickers on," she points out.
"Pee through them. I used to love doing that when I was a kid and I still do. Don't you ever pee through your knickers?"
"Yes," she says, giggling. "Sometimes my friends and I . . . well, it's supposed to be a secret." I sit on the floor and ask her to straddle me. My face is level with her cunt and I put my hands on her bum and pull her towards me. I briefly kiss the front of her knickers, then tilt my head back and ask her to pee on my face. There's a short pause as she tries to relax, then suddenly her knickers darken as they soak with pee. When they're saturated, her pee falls vertically down, right into my open mouth. When it's filled, I shut my mouth and swallow and she stops.
"More?" she asks.
"Yeah, but let me pull your knickers down, Sweetheart." I drag the soaking garment down and lean back so that as she pees again, the flow of her pee lands on to my tits and I spread the golden liquid all over them with my hands. "Now my cunt!" I cry, leaning back and spreading my legs. The feel of my daughter's piss stream hitting my cunt is indescribable. My most precious fantasy is coming true.
"Almost done," she says. I move back beneath her and open my mouth, which half fills before she runs dry. I close my lips and swallow, then look up at her excited face as she gazes down at me, her piss drenched mum. "Oh, Mummy, that was such fun. I want you to pee on me!"
"I'm empty. Marcy drank all my pee. You'll have to wait, my darling, but it shouldn't take long for me to fill up again. Meanwhile . . ." I pick up her sopping knickers from the shower floor and bury my face in them, sucking whatever drops of pee from them, then I stand, hold her knickers above her head and wring them out. Drops of pee fall on her hair and she tilts her head back and opens her mouth. The last drips go right in her mouth. "Oh, I'm sorry, my darling, I didn't mean to . . ."
"It's fine, Mummy. I don't mind the taste at all, in fact I think I could get to like it."
"Oh, my precious angel, I'm so glad to hear that."
"When you need to pee again, will you sit on my face like you did with Marcy and pee on me?"
"I'll do anything you want me to, Sweetpee, anything at all." Her smile makes my heart swell with love. It seems my little girl is going to become as much of a piss freak as I am.
Squirt thinks that "Sweetpee" is spelled with A as the last letter, but in my mind, it ends with an E, her pee being deliciously sweet, the result of all the cranberry juice that I encourage her to drink. She also likes beer. Since I got sober a few years ago, I drink quite a lot of non-alcoholic beer which she's sampled and grown to like, so I'm not surprised that she finds the taste of pee to be pleasant. The two flavours are not dissimilar.
After lunch, I ring a couple of my ex-girlfriends, inviting them over for an afternoon of sunbathing in my secluded back garden, where we can acquire all-over tans without the neighbours seeing us. Squirt has met them once or twice, but knows them only as women who keep Mummy happy behind the closed bedroom door. I fill a cooler with cans of beer, Coke and assorted fruit drinks, including the efficacious cranberry juice and by two o'clock, they've arrived, stripped down to their birthday suits and are lying on a blanket on the lawn, soaking up the sun.
Squirt comes out of the house and pauses on the deck overlooking the lawn. My friends look up at her as she stands, wearing a short, loose, flowered dress and sandals. I introduce them, Jackie and Chris, to Squirt and they shower her with compliments, extolling her beauty and sexiness, which she laps up. In response, she slowly lifts her dress up to reveal her snow white cotton knickers (which she thinks are boring, but in fact to a little girl lover like me, they're incredibly sexy). As we stare at her, transfixed, she lets the dress fall, then begins to unbutton it, ever so slowly, from bottom to top, finally spreading it wide, pausing for a beat to let us drink in the lovely visions of an eleven year old girl in her knickers, then shrugs it off, letting it fall to the deck.
"Oh, my God!" Jackie breathes, her eyes almost popping out of her head.
"Sweet Jesus!" Chris murmurs. "She's so fucking sexy!"
Most mothers would be appalled if strangers called their daughters sexy, but I revel in their reaction. She IS sexy, even to me, her mother, but then I'm a fucking pervert, what with my ever growing delight in being peed on and my smoldering lust for preteen girls.
Squirt smiles at us, aware of the effect she's having on us, as she slowly slides her knickers down to her knees, pausing because I've often told her that knickers at half mast are sexier than when worn in place and even sexier than a naked girl. My friends can't take their eyes off her. She brings her feet together and her knickers fall to her ankles and she steps out of them, spreading her arms wide and singing, "Da-DAH!"
"Holy shit!" Jackie mutters, "I could just cum, hands off, from looking at you, Squirt. You sure know how to excite a girl."
"You excite me, too," Chris says. "I could just eat you with a spoon!"
Squirt descends the few steps to the lawn and sits cross legged among us, leaning back on her arms, deliberately showing of her sweet little slit that bisects her prominent mound.
"So, guys, what are we gonna do?"
"Do?" I ask.
"Yeah, like sex and stuff. I know you guys have sex with Mummy and I wanna watch." She's never been this direct before. Perhaps the earlier events of the morning have emboldened her. "Are you gonna play pee pee games, Mummy?" Of course we are. That's why I invited Chris and Jackie, pee partners from way back, both of them totally into watersports, golden showers and pee drinking.
"Would you like to, my darling?" I ask her.
"Oh, yes! Yes! I wanna do everything!"
"What do you know about pee play?" Jackie asks.
"She watched Marcy and me this morning," I say, "peeing on each other, and then I took her in the shower and let her pee on me."
"She drank my pee!" Squirt cries, a big smile on her face. "It was awesome."
"Did you drink hers?" Chris asks.
"No, but I can't wait to try it. I know it tastes kinda like beer, which I like and I think I'm gonna love it."
"Try this first," says Jackie, holding her half empty beer glass down between her legs and peeing into it, filling it to the top. She raises it to her lips and takes a long pull, then smacks her lips appreciatively. She hands the glass to Squirt who takes a tentative sip, then several large swallows, downing about half of it. She looks up at our staring faces, grins and says, "Fucking delicious!" We all laugh. "It's hard to tell that there's any pee in here at all."
We're aware that the attraction of pee drinking is not the flavour, which is an acquired taste, but the act itself is so deliciously depraved, so disgustingly shameless, so thrillingly "dirty", that we've come to behave like wine connoisseurs, comparing vintages, swirling glasses of pee around and holding them up to the light, politely sipping, then gulping it down, and always striving to lessen the alkalinity of our pee as much as possible.
"You like it?" Chris asks.
"I LOVE it! But I wanna drink it straight up."
"Without beer?" Jackie asks.
"Totally neat. Straight from the source. I'm gonna be a pee freak like my Mum when I grow up."
"Why wait until you're grown up?" asks Chris. If she hadn't asked that question, I would have. "You can play pee pee games with us if Misty doesn't mind." They all look at me.
"Not a bit. In fact, I think it's time to throw off all the restraints and let her join us in some hot piss action. Agreed?"
"Yeah! Yeah!" they chorus. Squirt looks like the cat who stole the cream, then lifts the glass to her lips again and downs it all in one long swig.
"Yummy!"
"I'm bursting!" Jackie declares. "I gotta pee right now. Who wants it?"
Everyone calls, "Me!" but before any of us can move, Chris is down on all fours, between Jackie's legs, her face buried in her cunt, lips pressed against lips and we can see her cheeks moving in and out as she sucks and swallows. I kneel behind Chris, caressing her cheeks and bum hole and then pushing three fingers into her wet cunt. Squirt moves to straddle Jackie's upturned face, looks down and pulls her cunt lips open with her fingers and to my delight, lets a stream of pee splash on Jackie's face. She promptly opens her mouth to let it fill with pee. When it overflows, Squirt stops, allowing her to close her mouth to swallow. She manages another mouthful before Squirt stops.
"She's drinking it!" she cries, loud enough for the neighbours to hear. "Oh, Mummy, she's drinking all my pee. This is awesome!" I smile at her, encouragingly.
"I gotta save some pee for you guys," Squirt says.
"Watch this, then," I say, lying down on my back, my head between Chris's legs. "Go ahead, Chris, let me drink your golden nectar." A stream of hot piss lands on my face and I close my eyes, open my mouth and let it fill. I've mastered the art of swallowing with my mouth open, so very little is wasted. When Chris is empty, I sit up and look at my daughter's face, flushed with excitement. "I think it's time for you to drink, Squirt. You've waited long enough. You'll have to drink mine, `cos Chris and Jackie are empty."
"Not for long," Jackie says, fishing a can of beer from the cooler. "We're full of beer and piss, aren't we, Chris? It'll soon find its way to our bladders."
"I wanna drink yours Mummy. I've been thinking about it all morning."
"Did your knickers get wet -- not with pee - with pussy juice?"
"No, `cos I kept sticking my finger up my cunt and sucking on it, so my knickers stayed dry."
"You like the taste of your own cunt?" Chris asks. "We do, don't we, Misty?"
"Cunt juice is even tastier than pee," I answer. "Lie down, Squirt, and let me sit on your face."
"At last! I'm gonna drink you!" she says, her voice ripe with enthusiasm. She lies on her back on the grass, her legs spread invitingly. I squat over her face and, looking down, see her fingers on my pussy lips, pulling them apart and then her mouth is on me, drawing the loose folds of my lips into her mouth, sucking and pulling hard. Then she takes my labia between her forefingers and thumbs and spreading them wide. Chris and Jackie get to their feet and come to watch her.
"Look at that amazing pink grotto, Jackie," Chris says.
"I know it well," says Jackie. "It's welcomed my fingers on so many occasions, not to mention a huge range of dildoes, vibrators, strap-ons, even carrots and cucumbers and I once tried to fist her but it wouldn't go in."
"Do it, Mummy! Pee on me! Pee on my face and let me drink it!"
I let loose and watch my pee splash on her face and see her mouth open. I aim directly in it, seeing it fill and then I shut off to let her swallow, which she does. Then a huge smile breaks out on her wet face. Her lips part again to receive my next offering and once again she swallows.
"More?" I ask. She hesitates. "It's delicious, Mummy, but save some for the others." How considerate my little girl is. While this is going on, Chris and Jackie had been down by Squirt's nether regions, fingering my daughter's cunt. The sight of my little girl being sexually molested by two lesbians makes my heart pound with excitement.
"Jackie, if your hand is too big to fit inside Mummy, why don't I try," Squirt asks. Oh, my darling daughter, I love you so much! You seem to know exactly what I want. I've often thought about what it'd be like if she fisted me, but until now, I've thought she's too young, but after this morning's adventures and this afternoon's even more depraved piss action, I know that she's old enough to enjoy it and not be harmed by the experience.
"Oh, yes!" I cry, eagerly. "Yes! Fist fuck me, my darling. Fold your thumb into your palm and shove it inside me. Don't worry, it won't hurt." I'm not so sure about that, but even if it does, I'm prepared to accept quite a lot of pain just for the thrill of having my daughter's fist up my cunt. Chris helps her by taking hold of her wrist and pushing. Her hand slips right inside me with no pain at all, my pussy already dripping with juice and traces of pee. Squirt's eyes go big and bright and she sees her hand disappear inside me.
"Let's go deeper, kid," Chris says. "She can take it. You should see how far she sticks her double ended dildo up herself. Ooh, look at that: half you arm is up there. Wow!"
As mentioned earlier, I've had a variety of objects up my cunt, just about anything that could fit there, except for a cock. The thought of a cock up there does nothing at all to excite me. I'm a girl's girl, a dedicated lesbian and incestuous child lover, and there's no way a dick is going to penetrate me, not when so many girls are eager to push candles, beads and miscellaneous sex toys up me.
Squirt makes a fist, then pumps her arm in and out of me. The other two look on, enthralled. I've never been so excited in my life.
"Fuck me, Squirt, you little sex maniac! Fuck me with your fist, deeper, harder, go on, it won't hurt." Her arm is like a little piston, pumping in and out rapidly, glistening with my juice and I'm groaning and gasping, sounding like those fake orgasm noises that models on the internet do, but this is real. I'm totally blow away by the joy of being fist fucked by my own daughter with the added bonus of having an appreciative audience. "Oh, my darling, you're fucking amazing. Keep going, I'm gonna cum any minute. Oh, sweet Jesus, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"
My orgasm, the most intense I've ever had, explodes in my cunt, spreading waves of pleasure through my whole body and I lose my balance from my squatting position and fall on to my back. This causes Squirts hand to pull from me with a slurping sound. She looks at it and licks it, from elbow to finger tip, clearly reveling in the taste of my cunt. I lie there, utterly spent, my knees drawn up and spread apart. I must look like a fucking slut. Actually, that's what I am, a fucking, dirty, child-loving lesbian, with all my dreams coming true.
Squirt takes advantage of my temporary incapacity and stands astride me. She pulls here cunt lips apart and aims her stream right at my cunt. It feels even better than when I aim the shower jet at my clit. This is piss, not water, and that's what makes it so thrilling.
"Bravo!" Jackie cries. "Piss on that slut! Hose her down, she fucking loves it!" If there's one name I love to be called, it's "slut". It's so appropriate. I'm a dirty, fucking bitch and I like being called names, the filthier the better.
Later, after the girls have gone and my kid and I have showered and dressed in clean clothes, Squirt is sitting astride my lap with her back to me, as I look over her shoulder at the computer screen, where a succession of lovely lesbians pee on each other. In the best of them, a girl fills a pint mug and her friend eagerly chugs it down with obvious relish, licking her lips and declaring how delicious it is.
"See, Squirt, we're not so unusual. Lots of girls like drinking pee." I put my hands on her thighs and push her dress up round her waist, then put a hand between her legs. She senses what I want and lets a tiny trickle of pee wet her knickers. I press the wet cotton into her cunt, then take my hand away. She holds out the front of her knickers, inviting me to put my hand inside, which I do, thrusting my middle finger deep into her. I feel the warmth of her pee as it begins to flow over my hand, soaking her knickers, her dress and my own dress and, beneath them, my knickers. Fortunately I always keep a towel spread over that chair to keep the upholstery from getting stained by my pussy juice, so the chair is safe.
"Oh, yes, my sweet darling, pee in your knickers for me!"
"Oh, Mummy, I love you so much," she murmurs, reaching for the glass of cranberry juice that's sitting on the desk. "Next time, can you take pictures and videos of us and post them on those internet sites that you like to look at."
"We can, my darling, but we can't post them. You're under age and it would be child pornography, highly illegal. You'll just have to wait until you're eighteen."
We did make videos and I found a way to get them on the internet for very brief periods before the websites took them down "for inspection", as they said, but they were up there for long enough for my friends, pre-warned, to download and spread them among the pissing lesbian community.
What community, I hear you ask, I don't know any pissing lesbian community.
Oh, it's there, all right. You just have to know where to look.
The End.