Watch me when I Pee by Misty Meadow
I've always been fascinated by pee, ever since I can remember. One of my earliest memories is sitting on the loo, my knickers round my ankles, looking down at my little cunt as I peed and I put my hand in the stream and then licked it. It wasn't quite as nasty as I'd thought. I'd been told that peeing was absolutely private and that I should never let anyone see me do it, a suggestion that merely piqued my interest. I was a naughty girl and liked doing forbidden things.
Every once in a while, I'd be playing with my friends in the fields and woods that surround our village and one of us would need to pee. I liked to watch, or better still, let them watch me. We'd be perhaps five or six years old, and often I'd tell them I needed to pee even when I didn't, just to enjoy having them look and that often triggered another kid to pee and I'd get to watch her. On a few occasions, instead of squatting and pulling my knickers aside, I'd just stand with my feet parted to keep them dry and just simply pee right through my knickers. My friends would giggle; they had no idea of how excited it made me feel. There were never any boys present. I wasn't into boys at all.
When I was eight my mother, when she went to her book club or some other activity, would leave me with a babysitter several evenings per week. Her name was Fawn and she was fifteen, with a beautiful slender figure and a face like a film star. I worshiped her.
The first evening, she announced that she needed to pee and went into the downstairs loo, leaving the door open. I stood outside, hoping to catch a glimpse of her and was thrilled when she invited me to come in. "I don't mind if you watch me pee," she said, lifting her dress and pulling her knickers down, not just to her knees as I usually did, but all the way down to her ankles, then sat and spread her thighs wide, as though offering her cunt to me. It looked different from mine and I gazed at her, transfixed. My heart raced as her pee streamed out into the bowl.
"I only let special friends watch me pee," she said, leaning back. This was very different from watching little kids in the woods, squirting through their little slits. Her cunt had a pair of lips and I could see that little bump at the top which I learned later was the centre of all pleasure. When her stream stopped, she pulled her knickers back up to her knees and stood, her dress still up round her waist. She bunched up a handful of toilet paper and wiped herself. "Your turn now," she said. "I want to watch you." My tummy churned with excitement as she stood aside. I lifted my own dress high on my chest and trapped it with my chin, pulled my knickers down until they fell all the way, then sat on the loo, spread my legs, just as she had, and leaned back. At first nothing happened.
"Just relax and it'll come," she said, gazing at my cunt. No one had ever looked at me that way before, a mixture of intense focus and excitement. She looked up, making eye contact and smiled and then my pee started to flow. Just as I had done years earlier, she put her fingers into the stream, careful not to splash me, then licked them.
"I love the taste of pee," she said. "Don't you dare tell anyone, though, okay?" I promised I wouldn't. "Oh, Misty, you've no idea of how sexy you look when you pee!" I was delighted to hear her say that, but puzzled; I was only eight, after all. When I was empty, I wiped myself and pulled my knickers up to my knees and stood side by side with her, looking at ourselves in the mirror.
"Oh, look!" Fawn gushed, "Two sexy girls showing off their cunts." I knew that "cunt" was a forbidden word, but from that day to this, that's the name I've always used to describe a girl's treasure, mine or anyone else's. For several long seconds we gazed at ourselves, then pulled our knickers all the way up, let our dresses fall and went back into the living room.
After that, each time she was coming to babysit me, I'd drink lots of water to fill my bladder and I suppose she did the same, because she always had lots of pee for me to watch as it tinkled into the bowl. It's hard to decide which was more thrilling: watching or being watched.
She'd called me "sexy" but I didn't think I was old enough to qualify for that adjective. Now that I've grown up, I'm fully aware of how incredibly sexy an eight year old can be under the right circumstances but I'm always faced with the problem that Fawn had: how can you trust a child of eight to keep a secret? She probably imagined that even though I'd promised never to tell anyone about our peeing adventures, there might come a day when I'd unthinkingly blurt out something that would lead to awkward questions and trouble all round. The fact is I never did, but she was right to be cautious, which is probably why she never did anything sexual with me except watch and be watched as we sat on the loo.
At that age, it wasn't exciting in a sexual way; that came later. It was the thrill of doing something forbidden that excited me. For the same reason, I was an habitual "knicker flasher". It was mostly boys who wanted to see my knickers, girls having knickers of their own, but occasionally I'd find a girl who was just as interested in underwear as I was and we'd sit around, legs carelessly spread, or doing those things that little girls do, like cartwheels and headstands with predictable results.
A couple of years went by and I had a few more peeing adventures, usually with younger girls who wanted to impress me and so didn't mind me watching them, though I much preferred to be watched.
One day I was surfing the internet and stumbled on a site about the health benefits of pee drinking. Though most of it was rubbish, it did mention that the "unpleasant" taste of it could be improved by drinking lots of acidic drinks, cranberry juice being the most efficacious and Coke a good runner up, so that's what I did, persuading my Mum that I loved the taste of cranberries. I also drank a lot of Coke from the vending machine at school.
The following day, alone at home and bored, I went into the loo, took the toothbrushes out of their glass, pulled my knickers down and peed into it. I sniffed it and the familiar aroma of my pee prepared me for what I was about to do. I held the glass to my lips and took a sip. Actually, it was a lot nicer than I'd imagined, so I took a mouthful and swallowed it. I knew that I could get to like it. It wasn't my drink of choice at that time, it was the naughtiness, the act of doing something "dirty" that was the attraction. I swallowed the remainder, pretending it was Fawn's pee. I remembered to rinse the glass.
A few weeks later, again alone at home, I got into the shower, lay on my back, lifted my legs over my head and peed all over myself. It felt surprisingly hot as it landed on my body. I spread it around with my hands and I even managed to get some into my mouth, which I happily swallowed.
One afternoon about a year later, when I was eleven, I asked my history teacher if I could be excused to go to the bathroom and when I got there, standing at the washbasins was Jasmin, a girl in the class above me who was one of the prettiest girls in the school. I went into the stall directly behind her, left the door open, hoisted my skirt and dropped my knickers to my ankles. I sat in my usual "pee-pose" with legs widely parted and she turned round to stare at me.
"Aren't you gonna close the door?" she asked.
"Why?" I asked, trying to look innocent.
"People can see you."
"Right now there's only you; I don't mind if you watch."
"Do you always leave the door open?"
"Depends on who's here. I like to let some girls see me, others not so much. Anyway, I like showing off my cunt." She looked shocked at my use of the "C" word, then grinned. The sound of my pee falling into the bowl echoed in the room.
"You're a bad girl!" she scolded me, mockingly.
"Yes, but naughty is nice." I pulled my knickers up to my knees and wiped myself. With my skirt jammed up round my waist I stepped out of the stall. "Your turn now," I said, firmly.
"I peed already."
"Just pretend. I want to watch you."
"You're weird." But she stepped past me into the stall, lifted her skirt and pulled her knickers down to her knees. It wasn't the blatant display that I'd offered, but I could see her cunt, that sweet vertical slit in her hairless mound, that forbidden place that's supposed to be always out of view and I felt my tummy churn. She managed to produce a few drops of pee.
"Spread your legs for me," I asked and to my delight, she slid her knickers to her ankles and parted her thighs. I gazed at her cunt, so casually flaunted, burning the sight into my memory. She pulled her knickers all the way up without bothering to wipe herself and I caught a glimpse of a wet patch before she let her skirt fall. I no longer had any excuse to show off my cunt so I hoisted my own knickers and let my skirt fall. Her willingness to comply with my request, even though she'd already peed, was what really thrilled me.
We repeated out adventure from time to time arranging to meet in the bathroom during lesson time when we knew no one else would come in. All we did was watch each other; we never touched or kissed or anything else. Just looking and being looked at was enough.
I was now eleven years old and one afternoon, during the last period, we were in the bathroom as usual, Jasmin standing outside the stall gazing at my streaming cunt. We didn't hear the door open.
"What are you girls doing?" It was a substitute teacher, Miss Watson, in her early twenties, who'd only started at the school the previous week and she didn't know any of our names. Jasmin panicked and ran past her out of the door, but I just sat there, still peeing, my legs parted as usual.
"Nothing," I said, acting innocent. "I'm just peeing, that's all."
"That girl was watching you!"
"That's alright; we're friends." She stood, gazing at me. I'd deliberately drunk a couple of Cokes at lunch time and my bladder was fully loaded, so I carried on peeing as she stared, her eyes like saucers. I could tell she was excited by my shameless display.
"Do you always leave the stall door open?" she asked, her voice softening.
"Only for people I like." I finished peeing, pulled my knickers up without wiping, let my skirt fall and stepped out of the stall.
"What's your name?"
"Misty Meadow."
"Come as see me in the teacher's common room after school." She left. I wasn't scared; I could see the excitement in her eyes when she'd watched me.
After the last lesson, she met me outside the common room and took me into an empty classroom. She sat at the teacher's desk and I stood beside her. She started to lecture me about "decency" and "propriety", whatever that was, but I interrupted her.
"I'd better come clean," I said. "It's just that I like it when girls watch me pee. I know, it's weird, but it's just the way I am."
"Do you ever let boys . . ." I cut her off.
"Boys? Uh! Boys don't interest me a bit."
"I notice you didn't wipe yourself when you finished on the toilet. Your knickers must be wet." She put her palm on the inside of my thigh and slid her hand up to the top. "Yes, they're damp." That was the first time that anyone had touched my cunt, but it was far from the last.
"I don't care," I said, "I'll change them when I get home."
"They'll smell," she pointed out.
"Then I'll take them off," I said, nonchalantly, reaching under my skirt, pulling them down and stuffing them in my back pack. She laughed.
"You really are a naughty girl. You'd better be careful not to let anyone look up your skirt." I looked about. My back was to the door and there was no one outside the windows.
"Not even you?" I lifted the front of my skirt to let her see my cunt. Her eyes bulged and I could see her hands trembling. I held my skirt up for several long seconds until I heard footsteps in the corridor, then let it drop. "Not only do I like being watched when I pee, but I also like to watch other girls peeing." I told her about my babysitter and what we'd done. She thought for a moment, absorbing my confession and my lewd display.
"Can you keep a secret?" she asked.
"Do you mean am I going to tell anyone that you touched my cunt? No, not in a million years!"
"I was going to tell you that you're not alone with this fetish. Who was that girl who was with you?"
"I'm not going to betray her. If you discover who she is, she'll just deny it and I'll back her up."
"I'm glad you're aware of the seriousness of this kind of behaviour so I must ask you never to repeat what I'm about to tell you." I was way ahead of her.
"You like to watch girls pee, too?" I asked, a bright smile on my face. She paused and I added, "That's awesome! I used to think I was the only one until -- that other girl -- came along, but it's good to know we're not the only freaks." She paused, wondering what to do next, presumably wondering how to further this budding relationship.
"I think you've missed the school bus. Can I give you a ride home?"
"That'd be great. I don't want to walk through the village with no knickers on. What if a gust of wind blew my skirt up?" She laughed.
"I have a feeling you'd like that."
"Only if women were around."
"Come on." We left. No one saw us as we got into her car. I gave her directions but she asked if I'd like to stop by her house because there was something she wanted to show me. This can only be good, I though, and agreed.
"What time to you have to be home?" she asked.
"Mum doesn't get home until after six, so we've plenty of time." She smiled.
In her living room she sat me on the couch and I leaned back, letting her look up my skirt. Having my cunt in view gave me a nice warm feeling.
"You don't have to call me Miss Watson, Misty, `Sandra' will be fine."
"So what was it that you wanted to show me?" She then sat beside me with a laptop, opened it and clicked on a file.
"It's a video," she said, "of two girls peeing on each other. It's pretty extreme and if at any time you want me to stop it, I will. Are you ready?"
"YES!" I cried, eagerly. She started the video and I was totally blown away. Two topless women in their twenties were peeing through their knickers, not only on to each other's bodies, amazing enough in itself, but into each other's mouths and more astonishing, swallowing it. Although it must have been a staged act, professionally filmed with good lighting, it was obvious that they were both having the time of their lives, talking to each other endearingly, kissing, laughing and asking for more pee. Then they took their knickers off, revealing their shaved cunts. They produced an amazing amount of pee so they must've been really full when they started. They asked each other to pee on their tits and cunts. One girl lay on her back, her legs up by her head, holding her cunt lips open as her lover peed right into her cunt, then pressed her lips to it, sucked it out with a slurping noise and swallowed it. There was a great deal of cunt licking happening as well, and fingers were inserted, not only vaginally, but anally as well and there was a lot of breast fondling and nipple sucking. I'd never seen or even imagined anything so erotic in my short life.
As I watched, transfixed, Miss Watson was watching my reaction. The video ended with the girls wringing their pee-soaked knickers into each other's upturned mouths. It lasted more than twenty minutes.
"Oh, my God!" I gasped. "That was incredible! They both were so eager to drink it!"
Now I looked at her with renewed interest. She was obviously as obsessed with pee as I was. Suddenly, she was not merely attractive, she was incredibly exciting.
"Have you ever drunk pee?" she asked.
"I taste my own quite often. It isn't nasty at all, in fact I pretend it's another girl's pee and that makes it more exciting." I told her about drinking cranberry juice but she already knew that acidic drinks make pee more palatable.
"You should drink pee on a regular basis, because it's an acquired taste." She fetched a wineglass from the sideboard and handed it to me. I sat right on the edge of the couch, hiked my skirt up, held the glass below my cunt and filled it up as she gazed at me excitedly. I held it to my nose and sniffed it, then took a sip. Having her watching me made the whole thing much more thrilling than when I drank alone in my bathroom. I took a big gulp and swallowed it and grinned at her, licking my lips.
"Oh, you like it!" she cried, taking the glass from me and draining it. "Mmm, that's better than a fine wine, Misty." I decided to be bold.
"Your turn, Sandra. You fill the glass." She looked so happy as she took the glass from me, set it aside, lifted her dress round her waist and took her knickers off. She bunched her dress up round her waist and I examined her cunt. Like the two girls in the video, she had big floppy lips and a protruding clit, unlike my "little girl slit" and she'd shaved all her pubic hair off. Standing in front of me she held the glass between her thighs and I stared as she filled it. She held it to her lips to sample it then handed it to me. I took a sip and found it was just as tasty as my own, quite mild with an earthy taste that reminded me of mushrooms.
"It tastes like my fingers when I touch myself in bed at night," I told her. I wanted her to know that I masturbated, in fact I was ready to tell her about every dirty thought I'd ever had. I took a large mouthful, swirled it around and swallowed, then finished the whole glass off.
"Oh, my God, Misty! You really are a pee lover."
"I think we should get naked," I said, feeling ever bolder.
"Good idea." She peeled her dress over her head and watched as I dropped my skirt and took my blouse off.
"I don't have any tits, yet," I said.
"I love you just the way you are, especially your pretty little cunt." I didn't yet have a single hair on it. When she took her knickers off I could see that her naked body was beautiful, slender with small firm tits that didn't need a bra, with big brown nipples. "Let's go into the bathroom so here won't be any mess to clean up." She took me by the hand and led me upstairs.
We stepped into the shower and she put her arms round me and kissed me on the lips. I could taste my pee on her which made the kiss even more enjoyable.
"Now, what would you like to do?" she asked.
"Just what those two girls in the video did," I said, eagerly. "Piss on each other and drink it and I want to piss up your cunt."
"God, I can't believe you're only eleven," she said dropping to her knees. "I'm going to kiss your cunt and you can pee any time you like." My heart was racing as her lips touched my little slit, her tongue probing into me. Waves of pleasure washed through me, like when I masturbate, but ten times stronger. I could hear my breathe speed up and my heart was racing.
"Give it to me, Misty. Give me your piss!" I relaxed and let it flow, right into her open mouth. Every few seconds, she'd close her mouth to swallow, then open it for more. I felt myself getting empty so I shut off my flow to save some.
"Is that all?"
"No, I still have some left, but now it's your turn to pee on me. I wanna drink it, but I want you to pee on my cunt as well." I fell to my knees, my face upturned, my mouth open as she straddled me and let go. Her stream was powerful and my mouth instantly filled. I swallowed and opened it, refilling it and swallowing again. She stopped peeing and I lay down on my back, pulled my knees up to my chest then spread them apart. With my fingers, I pulled my cunt lips apart and she stood over me, peeing into my little girl's slit. I felt amazing, not just the thrill of her pee hitting my cunt, but the act itself was so "dirty" that my heart was pounding. Her stream fell to a trickle then stopped; she was empty.
"I still have some left. How would you like it?"
"Piss in my cunt!" she cried, lying on her back just as I had. Pulling on her cunt lips, she exposed a vast area of pink flesh and her dark cavern. I stood over her and peed, adjusting my aim so that it went right into her. It started overflowing just as my bladder emptied, and without being asked, I did what the girl in the video had done; I knelt and drank my piss from her cunt. Yes, it tasted good, but it was the depravity of my behaviour that was so overwhelming. When I'd swallowed it all, I lay on top of her on the cold tiles, recovering my breath, resting my head on her tits as she stroked my back with piss covered hands.
"Oh, Misty, my darling, you've made me so happy. I never believed that I could make that video come true especially with a gorgeous young girl like you."
"So you like preteen girls?"
"I confess I do. That's why I became a teacher, to be with young girls, but I never thought I could get so lucky so soon."
We stood, turned on the water and rinsed off, then she squirted body wash all over me and spread it around, covering me in suds, taking her time as she washed my cunt and bum hole, pressing a finger into it. It was my first experience of anal sex and I've loved it ever since. I washed her in the same way, lingering on her breasts as her nipples grew hard, then again at her cunt, pressing two, then three fingers into her.
We rinsed the suds off, stepped out and toweled off. Downstairs, still naked, we drank glasses of cranberry juice.
I fished my white cotton knickers out of my back pack and gave them to her. "A souvenir" I told her, "you can keep them." She pressed them to her face, inhaled and then pulled them on. With her figure so slender, they fitted her perfectly.
"Oh, this is nice, wearing your knickers, my cunt nestling where yours was a short while ago. It makes me feel sexy."
"You've no idea how sexy you are," I told her.
"And you, too, my darling Misty. Would you like mine in exchange?"
"How would I explain it to my Mum?"
"Good point. You'll just have to go home without knickers, then."
"I can walk, it's not far."
As I walked down the country lanes to my house, there wasn't a breath of wind, alas.
My adventures with Jasmin in the school bathroom now seemed pretty tame. We had to arrange in advance exactly when to meet and it had to be during different lessons each time so that the teachers didn't get suspicious. On our second encounter, I sat as usual, letting her watch me pee, and I cupped my hand under my stream and drank it.
"Ugh!" she said. That must taste awful."
"No it doesn't," I insisted, telling her about the cranberry juice. "Coke is good, too," I added, sipping another mouthful. "I love the taste of pee. You should try it." When I was finished and she took my place she put her fingers in her stream and sucked on them.
"It's not so bad," she judged. "I suppose I could get used to it."
"Let me taste it," I demanded, putting my hand between her legs, filling my palm. It was more acrid than mine, but delicious, nevertheless. I drank a second palm full. "I love the taste of pee. I guess I'm just weird."
The following day we pulled the same stunt, except that I'd secreted a paper cup from the cafeteria and in the stall I filled it with my pee and drank most of it in a single gulp and offered the remaining sip to Jasmin. She tentatively drank it.
"It tastes nicer than my own. Maybe I should drink cranberry juice, too." Then we switched places and I filled the cup with hers and drank it all down, refilling it and downing a second cupful.
"You're a dirty, piss-drinking slut," she said, a smile on her face. I took it as a compliment.
The following day, I went home with Sandra to watch another video, this time of an alleged mother and daughter adventure. The younger girl at first looked about fourteen, but when she got naked, her tits were fully developed, though she'd shaved her cunt. I suppose she was a young-looking eighteen. It was a long video, the action unfolding slowly as "Mum" caressed and undressed her "daughter" and there was a lot of tit sucking and cunt licking before they drank directly from each other's cunts. The tension was almost unbearable as we waited for the pee action, but by the time the girl had drunk her mother's pee, we were ready for action. Sandra asked me to undress her, which I was very happy to do. She was wearing my knickers, I noticed. Then she undressed me and we went upstairs to the bathroom. In the shower, we hosed each other down. She liked it when I pissed on her hair, but having her piss right into my mouth was the best of all.
Afterwards, rinsed and dried, I lay naked on her bed and let her massage me all over. She paid special attention to my tiny nipples, making them stand up, and then her mouth was on my cunt, probing and licking, strumming her tongue on my little bump making thrills run right through me. It got so good that I actually had an orgasm. It was an explosion of sex, radiating from my cunt all through my body, making me gasp and my toes curl.
"Oh, let me do it to you!" I cried, excitedly. I went down between her legs and sucked her floppy lips into my mouth, then did the same with her clit. I pushed my fingers into her dripping wet cunt, watching as her face contorted with pleasure.
Later, lying side by side on her bed, I told her about Jasmin. "She was the girl who ran off when you caught us in the bathroom."
"Oh, she's beautiful. Is she into pee games, too?"
"I'm teaching her to drink it, but it might take a while. She's not quite so piss obsessed as I am."
"You should bring her with you next time you visit, like Saturday morning, perhaps?"
"So it's alright to tell her about us?"
"No, just tell her it's a surprise and I'll warm her up with a video and see how she reacts. If she's not into pee like you, Misty, we can call it off at any time. Can you trust her to keep a secret?"
"Oh, yes. She wouldn't be so stupid as to talk."
I cornered Jasmin the following day during recess.
"Remember when we were nearly caught by Miss Watson? Well, I've been seeing her at her house." Her eyes went huge! "You can't tell anyone about this or I'll be in big trouble."
"Cross my heart and hope to die. Do you let her watch you pee?"
"Yes, and I watch her. Her cunt is amazing!"
"Wow! She is pretty, I must admit. Is she as freaky as you?"
"Why don't you come with me tomorrow? Her house is only a ten minute walk. I think she'd like to meet you."
"You haven't told her about the stuff we do?"
"Not in any detail and she doesn't know your name, so you're safe so far, but I think you might enjoy what she does. She lets me call her `Sandra'."
"What does she do?" Jasmin was clearly eager to learn more about the mysterious Miss Watson.
"She lets me watch videos, movies of lesbians having golden showers."
"You mean peeing on each other?"
"And drinking it."
"Like you do?"
"Yes, but gallons of it. You really should . . ."
"Yeah, I want to come!" she cried.
We arranged to meet the following morning. As we walked to Sandra's house, Jasmin was growing more and more excited as I described that first video in detail, astonished that there were other girls who were eager to drink pee.
When we reached her house, the front door was open and we walked right in. Sandra was in the kitchen, wearing nothing but my white knickers. Jasmin's jaw dropped.
"Oh, you're the girl who likes to watch Misty pee!" Sandra cried, holding out her hand. Jasmin took it, running her eyes up and down Sandra's near naked body as I introduced Jasmin.
"Pardon my dress," Sandra said, "I wasn't expecting anyone except Misty, but I'm glad you came. You're just as adorable as she is."
I brought Sandra up to date on what I'd told Jasmin, just about the videos but nothing more, nothing about our adventures in the shower and our mutual oral sex. I also mentioned that Sandra was wearing a pair of my knickers, explaining how I'd taken them off because they were damp.
"Would you like to watch Misty's favourite video?" Sandra asked.
"Oh, yes!" Jasmin cried. "Misty said it's all about golden showers. I've never done that."
"Then you're in for a treat. Sit beside Misty on the couch and I'll play it on my big screen TV."
I watched Jasmin's face as the video played. She was growing more and more excited as the action became hotter and hotter. When it came to the scene where one girl sucked her own pee from the other's cunt, Jasmin gasped.
"Oh my God!" she cried. "Look at that! It's awesome!" When the video ended, Jasmin had her hand between her thighs, rubbing her cunt through her knickers.
"Do you guys do stuff like that?" she asked,
"Would it bother you?" Sandra asked.
"No, no. It's just that Misty and I are so young. Those girls were in their twenties at least."
"I'm not too young," I counter. "You know I like to drink it. I've been drinking my own for ages, now."
"And do you drink hers, Sandra?" Jasmin asked.
"Every chance I get, every drop. Misty's pee is delicious!"
"And so is Sandra's" I add, revealing how deep my obsession goes.
"Would you like to watch us?" Sandra asked. Jasmin looked at me and I nodded my head, encouragingly.
"Yes, I would."
"You don't have to do anything that you find unpleasant," Sandra reassured her.
"None of that video was unpleasant." Jasmin enthused, "in fact it was all thrilling!"
"Let's go out on the back deck," Sandra said. "The neighbours can't see us so we'll have total privacy and we can do anything we want."
Out on the deck, there were two chaise lounges, with vinyl covered cushions which could be washed clean. Jasmin sat on one and watched as Sandra undressed me, down to my white knickers, then lay on her back on the other lounge. I stood over her and peed through my knickers on to her tits, her cunt area and then her face. Her mouth opened and I aimed right into it. When she swallowed, I shut of my flow to save it for later.
"Now do me!" I demanded, taking Sandra's place and I had the exquisite joy not just of having my body and face peed on and swallowing a mouthful of delicious pee, but also the thrill of having Jasmin watch it all, a look of excited fascination on her face. I sat up, grinning. "Oh, that felt good!" I declared. I sat up and pulled Sandra's knickers off, tilted my head back, opened my mouth and wrung as much piss as I could so it fell into my mouth, then swallowed it. I stood to let Sandra do the same with my knickers. Jasmin looked on, her mouth agape.
"I think you should get undressed, Jaz." I said. She stood and dropped her skirt and peeled off her blouse. Her knickers were the same white cotton that we were both wearing.
"I've got to see your cunt, Jasmin," Sandra said. We watched as she slid her knickers down, revealing her little slit which looked just like mine. "Oh, it's so beautiful!" Sandra gushed. "No wonder Misty likes to watch you pee. Will you pee for me?"
"I'd rather pee on you," Jasmin said, clearly aroused by the video and the golden showers we'd just enjoyed. Sandra lay down and I looked on as Jasmin straddled her, held her own cunt lips open and peed all over Sandra's body, on to her cunt and tits and then into her open mouth. She paused to let Sandra swallow it.
"Fucking delicious!" said Sandra, "now give me more!" When her mouth was filled I told her not to swallow, but sit up, and I sat beside her and kissed her, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. She knew instinctively what I wanted and squirted Jasmin's pee into my own mouth and I swallowed it. Jasmin, now thoroughly aroused by the depravity of what we were doing, lay down on the other lounge and asked Sandra to pee all over her. The sound of splashing pee and the heady aroma was driving me crazy with lust and I was amazed that my friend had so quickly become as much of a piss freak as I was. When her whole body was dripping wet, she opened her mouth and let Sandra pee directly into it and I had the deep satisfaction of not only seeing her swallow it, but also the dazzling smile on her face.
"Oh, Jaz," I cried, "You liked it!"
"It was awesome. I want some more." I sat on her face, leaned forward to lick her cunt, then let the rest of my pee go. I felt her lips press against my cunt. She was actually sucking it out of me with an eagerness that amazed me. "I have a few drops left," Jasmin said, and I pressed my lips hard against her cunt, determined not to waste a drop. She managed to fill my mouth again before she ran dry.
We sat on the piss drenched lounges looking at each other's naked bodies.
"My God, that was the best water sports I ever experienced!" Sandra said, "and with two gorgeous preteen angels. How did I get so lucky?"
"We're the lucky ones," I said. "You taught us how to abandon all the rules and do what our hearts secretly wanted."
"I can't believe what we just did!" Jasmin said, her face wreathed in smiles. "Suddenly I'm a piss loving slut and I couldn't be happier."
Sandra went indoors and returned with a large bottle of cranberry juice from the fridge, and three glasses. We gulped them down.
"Plenty more of that when we need it," she said. "We won't have to wait long before we're full again."
The end.