An Introduction of Myself

by My Girls

A little story about me.

Firstly I would like to introduce myself. My name is Marilyn. I am thirty six years old and live with my two daughters Charlie seven and thirteen year old Samantha. I am five foot eight with long dark blonde curly hair, blue eyes and have been told I look a bit like Nicole Kidman. I can’t see the resemblance myself, only if you add quite a few pounds and then some to her body and face. You would also have to massively improve her bust as mine is a thirty six EE as I found out I was wearing the wrong cup size for all theses years. I also don’t think Nicole would be overly impressed with my ass these days. All in all most of my attributes (if you can call them that) are heading south now. I am now a single mother and have been divorced now for six years. After a brief love affair I had with another woman I finally could not stand to live the married life I was pushed into and left my husband. I think as most lesbian women I always new I was gay having flirted with the idea at sleepovers with the odd games of spin the bottle. With all of us girls the dare was to usually kiss or fondle some part of another girls anatomy. I must admit I loved those games and overtime the obligatory kissing practices between friends became common place and I would try and find any opportunity to kiss any one of my girlfriends saying that I needed the practice. I gave the excuse that I had kissed a boy and the rumour had it I was crap at kissing. So my friends where happy to help until I actually came to conclusion that they may get suspicious after five years of trying to kiss well. Boys came and went but all the while I still longed to kiss the girls I had grown up with and one day when I was fourteen I met my first love.

Her name was Faith. She had lived in our street ever since I can remember, but we had never actually met before until one summers day. I had been with my friends down at the ‘Dell’ kissing and fondling with a boy who had a premature ejaculation while mauling my tiny breasts. He had run off in embarrassment leaving me to button up my school shirt and adjust my tie and skirt. All of us had spread out among the foliage to be secluded while we experimented . Or at least the boys did for future conquests in their manhood years as us girls lay there letting their immature hands roam our bodies and most intimate places. Even their kisses where nothing special. No intimacy or sensuality about them. Even the girls kisses did not encompass all that but their kisses where different. Just the firmness of their lips against mine was soft and a girls tongue inside my mouth explored with the likeness of a sweet tasting eel searching every small and moist part to find a hideaway.

As I dusted my skirt brushing the soil, dry leaves and other natural debris that clung to it I came from behind a tree to meet the eyes of this girl. I had never really glanced twice at her but had always thought she had an amazing bottom. For such a young teen it was amazing as she had a natural ability of making it sway side to side. I often imagined watching her bare buttocks move as she walked away and had always wanted to kiss them. While I masturbated all I could ever see was her ass and when I first began to finger my anus I would imagine kissing and licking her tiny hole Faith was a year younger and was one of the youngest girls in my year. At thirteen she was not so good looking and a bit of a loner. I said “hello” to her for the first time ever and she reciprocated with shyness by lowering her eyes. Then she looked up at my eyes again and when I smiled she smiled back and feeling a little more comfortable in my sudden company. Her eyes began scan my body in an attempt to figure out what had been going on in such a secluded place. I watched her eyes roll up and down me until they met mine again. Faith was a part of a minority of quirky girls in our year and to me and my girl friends we almost frowned upon them thinking we were better than them. This was not so as given ten years or so we would be the ones with the lesser than satisfactory lives. Still living in this as far as I was concerned shitty town living by ourselves or married with children and probably working on the tills at the local supermarket. These girls considered peculiar where the over achievers and would probably find themselves as was proven by Faith to have a well paid job and because of which a rather handsome husband. She had long scruffy hair and did not wear make up and with her pale complexion every little mole or defect stood out on her small round face. Even so I did feel a certain attraction to her and the meeting of my blue and her crisp clean green eyes I felt the feeling was mutual.

I gave her an inquisitive stare and also wandered why she was here. She seemed a little afraid as if caught out by an adult and as I looked down I could see why. Me still in my school uniform as after leaving the school bus we went straight to the ‘Dell’. Faith had been home and changed into a pair of denim jeans and an oversized plain green ‘t’ shirt. The hem of the ‘t’ shirt hung just above her crotch area and I was aghast to see a large dark patch of denim and a bleed of which ran down the inside of her legs. I couldn’t work out what I was seeing even though my mind was telling me she had pissed herself. I couldn’t quite actually believe it. Faith’s eyes went down again and a hand went down to cover her crotch but she new it was to late and I had seen her accident. Then it dawned on me. This was no accident. The dirty bitch had done it on purpose. She was wandering around the wooded area pissing herself. I was in shock as I had heard of such women enjoying urinating by themselves and in their clothing but it never dawned on me that i would ever meet one such female and her in front of me was such a girl. I was going to say something and what I was to say I didn’t know and just stuttered something incomprehensible. Faith looked back into my eyes and I saw a blush come over her face. With shock I looked back down and the dark patch of her crotch became bigger and so did the inner thighs. As I watched I saw a quick dripping of almost clear piss fall between her legs and a waterfall gush from the bottom of her jeans covering her trainers and a small river began to trickle toward me through the dusty earth. I looked back up at Faith and saw her eyes closed and deduced that she was spent and the ecstasy on her face showed her relief and she was in heaven. Her hands went between her legs and ran up and down her inner thighs and what surprised me most was when she brought her palms to her mouth and began to lick them. To my disbelief I found myself being so turned on by this unusual spectacle. I had only ever become moist when masturbating or playing games with my girlfriends and now watching Faith tasting her own piss standing there in her urine sodden jeans was making my pussy tingle with excitement as tiny pulses of electricity hit the tip of my clitoris making me almost shudder in ecstasy. All I could muster in speech was “Oh Faith” and that was it. We both new. A few steps and we where hidden from view behind the tree where I had just made an immature boy come inside his pants and Faith and I where feverishly kissing one another. It was quick and erratic as our tongues flitted from our mouths and hands began to grab and maul one another’s buttocks. We where both in the throws of passion and I was now feeling so bloody horny wanting to taste Faith’s piss from her mouth. It was strange as I could not taste it so much. There was just a hint of a kind of bland saltiness and something I could not describe but again only a hint found my taste buds. Within moments I felt Faith rubbing my cunt and her fingers trying to enter me pushing the cotton fabric of my panties into my moist crevice. My legs almost buckled under the waves of lustful passion as I had not felt another girl touch me there like this for so many years. Not since I was ten at boarding school and during my first encounters with other girls had another young girl made me feel so hot and horny. The next thing I new was that Faith had lowered herself and her mouth was tonguing at my cunt and I could hear muffled moans and somewhat slurred mumble of speech from down there. I instinctively new what she wanted. It took a certain train on my brain to concentrate on my bladder at then I could feel it release and gush from my pussy. The feel of the warm pee soaking my panties was actually a wonderful feeling and as it ran down my legs I felt the coldness of the breeze on them. Seconds later my panties where pulled to one side and as my spraying turned to a jet it was now entering Faith’s gaping mouth. I could hear her faint gargling and gulps as she swallowed my piss. I knew I would piss for an age as I had been wanting the toilet since we left school. Faith was not a connoisseur of urine by any stretch of the imagination as since an early age had found the lighter shade of urine more palatable.

The first time she had tasted her own piss was at a so called friends party. As a forfeit to a dare she had to pee in a cup and drink it in one shot. She did so and showing signs of disgust to the others she found that she actually enjoyed it. Since then she had drank all manner of fermented urine from her own bladder and found the more water she drank the clearer it became and the taste easier to accept. I knew mine would be stronger than hers and almost orange. She gagged as her taste buds exploded almost to the point of trying to expel the strong tasting torrent from her gullet. Still her wanton thirst was strong and she reluctantly accepted my offering. The relief I felt in my bladder added to my ecstasy and I could feel my orgasm building. My toes curled inside my black shoes and I began to stiffen my body in expectancy of the euphoric flutters and flowing spasms of sheer pleasure. My cunt squeezed the last drops of liquid from my urethra only to feel my muscles inside tighten and loosen pushing what seemed to feel like a river of clear creamy and by my own accounts the sweetest tasting juices from within my hot vagina. Faith was astonished and drank my come without complaint giving her mouth a pleasant relief from my strong tasting piss. I pushed her sweet face flush to my sparsely covered pussy making her drink every thing I offered and that done she continued to lick me like a dog cleaning it’s own freshly fucked cunt. Over the course of an hour I drank what little piss she had left inside her and I confided in her that I had always wanted to kiss her anus. She pulled down her jeans and pulling the large soaked material of her panties from her buttocks she bent forward and rested on the tree in front. Her offering was a sight to behold as I stared in awe at her tiny pink hole. I was amazed at how pink it was. I had seen many during my times in the school showers and most where slightly blemished and dark. But hers was almost pristine in appearance. The small muscle around her sphincter showed only the smallest of crinkles and I could see the tiniest black opening as she clenched and unclenched. I knelt down feeling the wetness of the floor on my knees. I placed my hands onto Faith’s buttocks and my face moved closer to her ever so pretty ass hole. My eyes closed as I smelt her damp buttocks and pee soaked panties and my tongue began to lick around her anus. I heard her moan as I teased her ass hole until I felt her relax as the tip touched the opening. I tried my best to French kiss it but her hole was so tight. The faintest of warmth met my tongue as her sphincter opened and I pushed my tongue hard to enter her. A small moan of sheer delight was heard as she felt my soft tongue plunge and as if like a cork tightly plug her ass. I felt her slime on my tongue and the warm soft muscle of her rectum bared down on the tip and tried to no avail to push it from within. I could fell Faith fingering her pussy as my assault continued. This made it even easier for me to push my tongue even further inside as her muscles convulsed. As her orgasm approached and began to flow I was now French kissing her hole as if it where any girls mouth and I was loving it. When Faith had come back from heaven she straightened herself up releasing my tongue. I slurped as it was covered in her musty metallic blood tasting anal slime and i drank it without complaint. I stood and we kissed for a few minutes and I rubbed her orgasm all over her crotch and belly. I licked her juices from my hand and complimented her on the taste of her come and she smiled so sweetly and said thank you. After I brushed the wet soil from my legs using a few small leaves as a brush. We kissed again as Faith stumbled to redress her self. I was to leave her there as she wanted to hide down near the river and hide in the bushes to lay down and somewhat dry out in the hot summers sun. I walked her down to river and we both found her a small copse where she could be alone and reminisce upon that afternoons affair. I bid her farewell and made my way home.

Faith and I often met in that same place for over four years and we became even more intimate even to the stage of trying scat, but to both of us that was now a taboo as it did more to disgust us than turn us on. Anal fingering and tonguing was accepted only when we both new our rectums where modestly empty. Oral sex and other fetishes in the open air where awaited and continued on a regular basis and always in the same place. Over the summers it would flourish with weeds and bushes and we both thought it because of our offerings of bodily fluids. Although not, as most of it was inside our bellies. Those years are long gone and I never see Faith anymore. She has moved away and I now still live in this shit hole which was expected. I did end up working on the supermarket tills for a short while but ended up in working in logistics for a freight company years afterward.

Well that’s me and a little saga of my life. Just a small part and there’s lots more to tell which I may do in forthcoming months.