Find Me a Little Girl

by Misty Meadow

I'm sitting at the bar of the Black Dog, the village's only pub and this afternoon, I'm it's sole customer, until the door swings open and a girl in her late twenties comes in and sits beside me. I've never seen her before and right away, my gaydar goes off like a fire alarm. She's slender with small tits and her short hair gives her a tom-boyish look. Her tight denim cut-offs and tartan shirt, unbuttoned but tied in a knot at the bottom adds to my initial impression that she's gay. She orders a pint of bitter, turns to me and introduces herself as Ronni.

“Short for Veronica, I imagine,” I say. She nods. “I'm Misty.”

“A lovely name for a lovely girl.” She takes a long pull of her beer, downing most of it. This is a girl who knows how to drink.

“Thank you. You're not bad yourself.” This is getting off to a good start. I turn sideways to face her, parting my thighs, one foot up on the stool's cross bar. She looks down and her eyes go big. Under my short, flared skirt, the front panel of my turquoise knickers is completely transparent so she's able to see my cunt with my nice big floppy lips. I'm sending a signal she can't miss. She laughs.

“Nice knickers,” she says, grinning.

“You can have them as a gift,” I say, feeling bold, “but you'll have to take them off me first.” She laughs out loud.

“That would be my pleasure. What do you do for a living?”

“I teach P.E. at the local school.”

“That must be wonderful – all those sexy little nymphets around all day long.”

“It has it's moments, but alas, they're unavailable. I could get in deep shit from just a single inappropriate move. All I can do is look but not touch.”

“So you get to watch them in the changing room?”

“Yes, and it's unbelievably frustrating. What do you do?”

“This and that; I write, do some consulting, all from home.”

“What kind of writing?”

“Romance novels with as much gay sex content as I can get away with.”

“That's a coincidence. I write gay porn and publish on the internet. It doesn't pay, though.”

“I'd like to read it.” she says. “It might give me some ideas.”

“You mean plots for your novels or ideas about how to seduce me.”

“Am I going to seduce you?”

“I fucking hope so,” I assert, sincerely. She downs the rest of her pint.

“Have you ever noticed that bitter tastes remarkably like pee?” she asks.

“How do you know what pee tastes like?” I've already guessed the answer. “Don't tell me – you're a pee drinker, right?” She simply smiles. I continue, “As it happens, I like the occasional sip of pee myself.”

“Just a sip?”

“Well, a gulp actually, or two, sometimes three. It depends how full my partner's bladder is.”

“Yeah, me too. I also like to get hosed down, have my tits pissed on and my cunt, too. When a piss stream hits my clit, I frequently always cum.”

“How did you come to like pee drinking?” I ask her.

“My Dad always drank a couple of bottles of pale ale with dinner and he'd pour a small glass for me. It first I didn't like it but I drank it to please him and soon I developed a taste for it. One day, I was curious about the taste of my own pee, so I filled a glass and sipped it. It wasn't so different from Dad's beer, so I took a gulp, then downed it all. Then I fell in love with a girl and persuaded her to let me drink hers, and it was such an intimate thing to do, I became a dedicated pee lover. The more I can swallow, the better!”

“I think this might be the beginning of a wonderful friendship, Ronni,” I say, finishing my own pint. “Let me buy the next round.” I signal the barmaid for two more and as we drink them, Ronni tells me she's just moved into the village, which is why I've never seen her before, and she lives with her twelve year old daughter, Becky.

“I have some pictures of her,” she says, pulling out her phone and punching in her PIN. I look at the screen and my heart skips a beat. The girl is standing on a beach, utterly naked, her arms spread wide as though welcoming me. Her boobs are just beginning to bud and her cunt is a vertical slit in her protruding mons, devoid of any hair. “She loves to get naked.” Ronni thumbs to the next picture which shows Becky, naked again, sitting in an armchair with her knees draped over the arms, deliberately flaunting her cunt. My facial expression must be showing the intense lust I suddenly feel for this little angel who's obviously so happy to flaunt her naked body. “Oh, my God, Misty, you really like her, don't you? You must be into little girls – don't get me wrong, I don't disapprove. I like young girls myself, very young girls, so you can drool over her as much as you want. I know how you feel.”

“You should be careful with these pictures; technically they're child porn.”

“I am careful. I keep my phone locked in case I lose it or leave it somewhere. I have lots more pictures at home, most of them more depraved than these. She's a total exhibitionist.”

“And I've just become a voyeur.”

“Wanna meet her?” Stupid question. My face answers it. “I live just off the High Street, about a five minute walk.”

“Drink up,” I say, “and let's go.”

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Becky's not at home when we arrive at her house. School will let out shortly. As soon as we're indoors, Ronni grabs me and kisses me hard on the lips, thrusting her tongue into my mouth and I respond. I tug open the knot of her shirt and she lifts my camisole over my head. We admire each other's tits for about a second and then we're sitting on the couch, caressing each other's boobs, our nipples standing out like pickled gherkins.

“I want those knickers off you, Misty.” My skirt comes off and she pulls my knickers down, presses them to her face and inhales so she's a knicker sniffer just like me. I unzip her shorts and drag them and her white cotton knickers off in one fell swoop then sit watching her as she tries mine on.

“Fuckin' sexy!” I judge. “Nice cunt, too.”

“I wanna pee through them. Let's go out on to the back patio where we can piss to our hearts content. The neighbours can't see us.” On the deck two chaise lounges have vinyl covered cushions, for easy cleaning. “Lie down, Misty!” she commands,and I sprawl on one of them, my feet on the ground on either side, my legs spread invitingly. She stands over me and pulls the flimsy synthetic material of the crotch to one side and lets go a stream which lands right on my tits, then moves down to my cunt and finally back up to my face. I open my mouth and she aims right into it and I swallow three mouthfuls before she stops.

“You like it, don't you, Misty?”

“I fuckin' LOVE it! Now can I . . .?”

“Yes! Piss on me!” She pulls my knickers off and takes my place on the lounge. I straddle her, my bladder about to burst. “On my cunt first, then my face.” I let go and a powerful stream hits her tummy and I adjust my aim to shoot my stream right between her labia, then shut off and move up to pee on her face. Her mouth is already open for me and I pee right into it, shutting off every few seconds to give her a chance to swallow it. After several mouthfuls have been consumed, I step away.

“I'm saving some,” I say. She sits up.

“That was fucking delicious and delightfully depraved. Wait here,”she says, and goes into the house, returning with a laptop. She shows me more pictures of her daughter, the lovely Becky, and in all of them, she's either in some sexy undies or more often, utterly naked, always flaunting herself shamelessly, always with a dazzling smile on her lovely face. Her poses are quite unconventional, all artfully crafted the better to display her cunt, that sweet little slit that soon will develop lips and a clit, although I like it just the way it is.

“Oh, my God, she's fucking gorgeous – much sexier than anything I've seen on the internet.”

Then we hear the back door open and the girl in question steps out on to the patio in her school uniform, a gingham summer dress with white trim at the collar and cuffs, and white ankle socks, the picture of an innocent schoolgirl, looking as though butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. When she sees us, her face lights up.

“Mum, you're all wet. Have you been having a golden shower again?”

“We have, my darling. This is Misty and we just met in the pub and she likes water sports just as much as I do.” I haven't seen her in any of the P.E. classes that I've been teaching.

“Do you drink pee?” she asks, boldly. I confess that with the right girl, I do.

“And Mum is the right girl? I think she must be. So I missed all the fun, then?

“Misty still has some left. Wanna watch?”

Oh, yes! I love watching women pee.” Wow, I haven't known her for two minutes and already she wants to see my cunt peeing! I'm astonished and delighted. Ronni lies on her back, pulls her legs up beside her head so her bum is raised up and she parts her cunt lips with her fingertips.

“Pee into my cunt until it's full,” she demands. I straddle her, hold my own lips apart and aim my stream at her pink cavern. It soon fills and I shut off. “Now, drink it.” Holy shit! I'm excited to do this depraved act, but I've never performed gay sex in front of a preteen girl before. My heart is racing.

“Yes, do it, Misty,” Becky demands, her face alight in anticipation. “I wanna see this.” I straddle Ronni again and pee into her cunt until it overflows, then down on my hands and knees, I drink from that holy vessel, sucking out every drop as Becky looks on, enthralled. I repeat the act twice more, until I'm empty. Sitting up I lick my lips and gaze at Becky's excited face.

“I've never seen anyone to that to Mum before.”

“What have you seen?” I ask her.

“Just about everything she does with her girl friends. She let's me watch.” I'm astonished.

“So that she'll grow up to be gay like me,” Ronni explains.

I think I'm gay already.” the girl happily confesses.

“I was at your age,” I say, reassuringly, “though I didn't start drinking pee until I was in my teens, but once I developed a taste for it, I couldn't get enough. I even drink my own.”

“Oh, I've done that, just a little taste. It's not as bad as I thought it'd be.”

“I have a little pee left,” Ronni says, “so lie back, Misty and lift your legs over your head.” She pees into my cunt which is a peculiar, but thrilling feeling, then drinks it, giving my clit a nice little suck for good measure. Having Becky looking on makes it even more depraved.

“You're a slut, Mum,” she says, grinning, “a dirty whore, a filthy fucking toilet!”

“You say the sweetest things, my darling,” Ronni responds with a warm smile.

“I've got lots of pee,” Becky announces. “I haven't peed since lunch time.” I lower my legs.

“Would you like to pee on Misty?” her mother asks. The girl's expressions tells us all we need to know. “Then get undressed.” We watch closely as she lifts her dress over her head and slides her knickers off. Her cunt, which I've already examined closely in those pictures, is even more attractive in the flesh and as she sits to take of her ankle socks, she lifts one leg at a time, in a crude display which sets my heart racing. She steps over to me.

“On my face, first, so I can drink it, then on my cunt, okay?” I open my mouth to received a strong stream of pee, much sweeter than Ronni's, take a couple of swallows, then lift my legs up over my head again. She gets the message and moves down, her feet either side of the lounge, and as I pull my cunt lips open, she aims right into it. When it overflows, her mother pushes her aside and goes down on me, slurping the pee from me, then moves away.

“This time I'm gonna drink it, Mum!” she insists and fills me up again. The eagerness with which she sucks her own pee from my cunt thrills me and she repeats the operation three more times, always making sure that I see her swallow it. “Oh, I could get to really like this,” she gushes. “You should let me drink yours, Mum.”

“I'm sorry, my darling, but you're my daughter and as I've often explained to you, though I like taking pictures of your naked body, I have to draw the line at pee drinking or any other sexual contact. I love it when you watch me with other women, but if you and I engage together, my guilt will be overwhelming. You'll just have to be happy with Misty's pee.” Becky's face falls and her mother adds, “but I love you, my darling. Now let's go and shower.”

Becky joins us in the tub. It's crowded but nice and intimate. She hasn't yet been on the receiving end of any pee stream, so with what little I have left, I pee on her tummy and thigh. She laughs and we soap each other's backs. I'm tempted to wash her sweet little cunt for her, but I'm not yet sure how far her mother is going to let me go with her daughter. Drinking her pee is one thing, but actually probing her cunt with my fingers, although I long to do it, might cross a line. I have to be patient. I ask Ronni if I can stick my soapy finger up her bum hole.

“Why?”

“So it's nice and clean when I lick it.” Becky laughs.

“Oh, I love being rimmed,” Ronnie enthuses. When her bum has been thoroughly finger fucked, Becky wants me to do it to her, too. I look at her mother who nods her approval. I'd much rather put my finger up her cunt, but I'll have to be content with what I can get away with. Still, it's a start. We exit the shower and towel off. Back in the living room, we sit on the couch, sipping cans of Coke which, incidentally, makes one's pee taste less acrid. Something to do with acid/alkaline balance; they say cranberry juice is good, too.

“If you like little girls as much as I do,” I say to Ronnie, “and Becky is off limits by the incest taboo, then perhaps you need another little girl to have fun with.”

“But how many preteen girls are into sex with adult women?” Ronni asks. “Not many, I bet.”

“You have to find one that has a crush on you,” I advise. “There are several at school that I'm guessing have feelings for me, but as I explained, as their teacher, I daren't touch them.”

“I could show your picture around at school, Mum,” says Becky, “and see if I can get any interest.”

“Good idea. Let's go for it.” Becky finds her own phone and takes a head and shoulders portrait of her Mum, then one of her, still naked, sitting on a stool in the kitchen, her legs tastefully pressed together so her cunt can't be seen, then a final one back in the shower as she stands sideways, her tits nicely profiled, her body flecked with suds. In all three pictures, her face bears a warm, inviting smile.

“You can't show pictures at school that look like anything more than just family portraits, but even so, be careful whom you show these too. School gossip spreads like wildfire. And keep your phone locked with your PIN, in case you lose it.”

Back in the living room, Ronni and I lie head to tail, eating each other's cunts and rimming, as Becky looks on, fascinated. When we've both cum, we discover that she's been video recording us on her phone and after we watch our own performance, we make her delete it. No way would we let her show that little performance to her school friends.

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It's almost a week before Becky strikes gold. One afternoon, she sends a picture to Ronni. with a picture of a demure looking girl who looks about the same age as Becky, wearing the school uniform with those little white ankle socks that I adore. The text says, “You like her?”

“Oh, I could eat her alive!” Ronni gushes, then texts, “Yes, yes, yes!” Moments later, another picture arrives and this time the girl is sitting on some steps, her feet on the step below her bum, her legs invitingly spread, a dazzling smile on her face. The accompanying text says, “She likes U, bringing her home after school.”

“What am I going to wear?” is Ronni's immediate reaction.

“Sexy undies,” I suggest. “Total nudity might be a bit over the top, but . . .”

“I know exactly what.” Up in her bedroom, she strips off and puts on a sheer white nylon short chemise, which shows of her nipples and only just covers her bum, then produces the turquoise knickers that I gave her, with the transparent panel at the front. She steps into them and although they're clearly visible through the slip, one can't quite make out the details of her cunt, though the fact that she's cleanly shaved is obvious.

“Perfect!” I pronounce, taking a picture of her with my own phone, just for the record.

“What are you gonna wear?” Ronnie asks.

“You're the one who's gonna seduce her, so I'll stay just as I am.” I'm wearing an expensive silk camisole, loose enough that my nipples are visible if I bend forward, and my short flared skirt covering plain white cotton knickers. This is Ronni's show, not mine.

When the girls arrive, I open the door for them and usher them into the kitchen where Ronnie is bent over in front of the open fridge, reaching for cans of Coke. Her turquoise covered bum looks inviting.

“This is Laura,” Becky announces, “and that's my Mum, in her undies as usual, and this is our friend Misty.”

Ronnie straightens up and turns to face Laura and I can see on her face that she's struck by the young girl's innocent beauty, but I can detect that beneath Laura's innocuous appearance lies an untapped smoldering sexuality that almost eclipses Becky's.

“I'm so happy to meet you, Mrs. . .”

“Call me Ronni. We're pretty informal round here.”

“I loved those pictures that Becky showed me on her phone. You're very beautiful.” She sounds sincere. Ronnie takes her hand, leads her into the living room and invites her to sit in the recliner which Laura tilts backwards, then lifts her feet up on to the leg rest, allowing her legs to fall outwards, giving us a magnificent upskirt view. To me, it looks like a clear invitation. Becky and I sit on the couch opposite with Ronni who parts her own thighs and I'm guessing that from where Laura's sitting, Ronni's cunt must be in full view. Laura doesn't bat an eyelid.

We chat for a few minutes, learning that Laura's in the same class as Becky, that she likes horses, ice skating and some pop singers whose names mean nothing to me. Tempted as I am to flash my knickers (I'll let any preteen girl look up my skirt) I refrain, leaving Ronni as the centre of Laura's attention. In fact, after a while, I feel that Becky and I are superfluous to the situation that I'm sure is about to unfold.

“I need to do some shopping,” I announce, “and I might need a little help to carry it all home. Can you help me, Becky?” She jumps to her feet.

“No problem, glad to.”

“And I can cook dinner for you at my house,” I add, hoping against hope. To my delight, Ronni concurs and now, at last, I'm going to have her daughter to myself. Ronni gives me a wink of approval, happy to be alone with her new companion who soon, we hope, will be her sex partner. Becky and I take off.

Walking down the lane towards the High Street, I explain that my motive has nothing to do with shopping.

“You just wanted to leave Laura alone with Mum, didn't you?”

“True. Tell me, how much does Laura know about your Mum and her fetishes?”

“She knows that Mum's gay and that she had sex with you. I told her that she likes to watch girls peeing, but I didn't say anything about drinking it. I thought that might gross her out. But her reaction to the pictures I showed her makes me think she's gonna have a huge crush on Mum. She kept looking at them, over and over again, saying how amazed she was that my Mum's so beautiful.”

“You're not jealous, are you?”

“Of course not. She and Mum can do anything they like together. I think Mum has a thing for young girls and at last she can have her wishes come true.”

“What about you and me?” I ask, my heart in my mouth. She links her arm through mine.

“Us, too. Anything we like.”

“So I can drink your pee again?”

“Yes and I can drink yours, okay?”

“And can I kiss your cunt?”

“And my nipples and lick my bum hole. But there's one condition.”

“Which is?”

“Whatever you do to me, I get to do it to you, okay?” I smile.

“Fuck the shopping. Let's go straight to my place. Have you ever used a vibrator?”

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It's the next day, I'm over at Ronni's house again. Last night, Becky walked home from my house, a very satisfied girl. This morning, when she opens the door for me, she's wearing nothing but those white cotton knickers that I love so much.

At first, Ronnie doesn't ask me what I did while I was alone with her daughter for several hours, because she's so eager to describe exactly what happened between her and Laura. First she shows me some photographs that they took of each other. The first is of Laura, sitting as we left her, her knickers flagrantly displayed, then one of her standing, her dress lifted up under her chin, then she's naked, flaunting her cunt in a variety of provocative poses and the last is a selfie in which she's standing in the shower with Ronni lying on the floor between her legs as the girl straddles her and pees on to her body. She goes on to describe how she'd told Laura she needed to shower and would she like to join her and things progressed rapidly from there. “I drank her pee but I didn't pee on her; I want to introduce her to it gradually. I can't stop thinking about her naked body and her sweet tasty little cunt.”

“Which you got to eat, I take it?”

“Eventually I did, in the bedroom. I kissed her between her legs, then licked her and she wanted to do the same to me, but I refused.” She sees the incredulity on my face and continues, “I made her beg. It was an enormous turn on to hear her say, 'Please, please let me do it! Please, please, I'm begging you!'. In the bedroom, as we lay head to tail, I lost count of the number of times I came. She says she's in love with me and to be honest, I'm infatuated with her.”

“Did she cum?” Becky asks, probably for my benefit because I'm sure her Mum's told her about last night's adventure.

“Definitely! More than once. Becky tells me you guys had a good time.”

“What have you told your Mum, Becky?”

“Everything. How we hugged and kissed and how we undressed each other and how you ran your hands all over my body as I lay on your bed, and how good your tongue felt up my cunt and my bum hole and how wonderful you taste, kinda salty and fishy at the same time and how wet you were when you came and came again and how we peed on each other in the tub and I drank it straight from your cunt and you did the same to me and how we peed into each other's cunts and drank it like we did that first time.” All this came out in one long breath. “And how good it felt when your vibrator touched my clit and how far you pushed it up me and how I got my fist inside you and how deep it went, halfway up my arm, and how good it was with your finger up my bum and I showed Mum all the pictures we took of each other, separately and together, and I told her how much I love you!”

Oh, my God! She used the L word, in front of her mother, no less, whose benign smile tells me she approves of all the depraved things her daughter's done with this adult lesbian, all of it illegal.

“And I love you, my sweet darling,” I tell her and her face lights up.

“Laura's coming over,” Ronni tells us. “She'll be here in a few minutes.” Oh this is gonna be awesome! “What should I be wearing?” Currently, she has on a short bath robe, unbelted, with a pair of hot pink knickers with white trim underneath. I like the colour.

“Why not wear these?” I ask, lifting my dress, displaying my expensive pale blue tap pants with lace trim round the loose legs. “Let's just swap knickers.”

“Oh, that's so naughty!” Becky says, laughing. Ronnie drops her robe and I take off my dress. Just as Ronni's pulling down her knickers, the doorbell rings and Becky runs to answer it, flinging it open to welcome Laura, who's wearing a simple sun dress and sparkly sandals. She comes into the living room to catch us in the act, Ronni now totally naked, holding pink knickers and me pulling down my tap pants.

“Ooh, are you playing sex games?” she asks, her face bright. “All of us? This is gonna be fun! Do you want me to take my dress off?”

“Yes!” we all cry at the same time and in a flash, Laura's down to her knickers that are the same as Becky's. Ronni and I swap knickers and we're about to don them but Becky intervenes.

“Why bother with knickers? Why not stay naked? Your knickers will come off eventually, so why take the trouble to put them on? In fact, I'm gonna take mine off, too.” She slides them off.

“Me, too,” says Laura. “Are we going to play pee pee games again? I want to know what your pee tastes like.” She takes her knickers off. “Last night, before I went to bed, I peed into a cup and tasted it, pretending it was yours, Ronni. It was quite exciting.” This girl has come a long way in a very short time.

“Why don't we go up to the bathroom,” Laura suggests, and we all troop upstairs, leaving the living room floor littered with discarded knickers.

To my surprise, Ronni's bathtub is huge, a big oval shape with taps high on the wall and a shower head on a flexible hose. She starts to fill it.

“Misty and I drank each other's pee last night,” Becky tells Laura, “and we had a lot of fun with her vibrator. You should try it. Mum has several.” Ronni smiles.

“If you want to try the taste of pee,” she says, “you should drink Becky's. She's been drinking Coke all morning so it should taste nice and sweet.” Both girls hop into the tub which is slowly filling. Laura kneels down, her head tilted back as Becky stands over her, her legs parted and lets her pee flow. As it splashes on to Laura's smiling face, the girl opens her mouth, and Becky shuts off after a few seconds, just to give her a small sample. Laura swirls it round her mouth like a fine wine, then swallows. “It's okay, I like it! Give me some more!” Becky fills her and she swallows a whole mouthful.

“Save some for us, Becky,” Ronni says.

Ten minutes later, all our bladders are empty. Everyone has peed on everyone else and Laura even drank my pee from Ronni's cunt. When Becky switched the shower head to “pulse” and aimed the jet at my clit, I almost came. The only downside is that we've forgotten to record any of it on our phones. Never mind, there'll be other times. We rinse and towel off, then go into Ronni's bedroom where Becky flings herself on to the big king size bed.

“Come and lie beside me, Laura. Now lie the other way round, you feet up by the pillow, that's right, so I can lick your cunt.”

“And I can lick yours. This is gonna be awesome!”

Ronni grabs her phone from the bedside table and frames the shot, creating a beautiful picture of her darling little daughter with another twelve year old girl, as they hungrily attack each other's cunts with fingers, and tongues.

We gaze at them, enthralled, until Ronni opens her closet and pulls an eighteen inch double ended dildo from the top shelf.

“Let's have some fun of our own, Misty. Move over, girls.”

The end.