An Introduction of Myself, Part 3

by My Girls

I remember my early exploits which where only fun and games with the other children who lived in the area. The parents of all the girls and boys where family friends and during the summer months would often hold gatherings. Be it a barbecue or just a small party involving copious amounts of alcohol in the warmth of the summer sunshine in someone’s garden. As kids we would play and escape the boredom of the adults and often run around the streets finding new hideaways or visit the small amount of empty houses just a stones throw away from our own. These houses where not run down except for the gardens being left un attended, but where due for demolition as they where considered outdated by many decades and a plan of regeneration was in place by the local council. The overgrown gardens where perfect hideaways for us children as we knew we would never be disturbed and each new back garden (surrounded by tall eight foot fences or evergreen trees) held new discoveries with things the previous occupants had discarded or just didn’t want to take too wherever they had moved onto. Such things as rusty old swings that we would use as if brand new and being young and fearless knew nothing of the dangers of them falling to pieces and probably injuring us. This was our territory and adults had no place and no reason to visit there. When I was about six a group of us where in one such garden just chatting and playing. There was myself, two boys aged at five and six and two other girls who where both six. We found an open shed in this garden and would play as if it where our house and being as we where played mummies and daddies. Each of us taking turns to put our three children to bed and other family stuff, which to us was fun but became increasingly boring. This led to other stuff taking place and being curious about our bodies and the differences between girls and boys we wanted to see each others privates. This took place as a game. My friends the two girls and me had often looked at one another’s bodies and privates at sleepovers and in a totally non sexual way had played a game of being photographers taking pictures of each other. Unbeknown to us then that this practice was a common thing in certain men’s magazines. To us is was just playful fun. Any how back in the garden all six of us decided to play (as some of you probably have) doctors and nurses. Us three girls where very brazen as the boys wanted to know and see how we peed. Without much hesitation we would find a suitable spot to sit. We would pull or skirts and up and remove our panties and sit our naked bottoms on (which was common in most of the gardens) a small concrete patio. Exposing our small bald vaginas to the warm breeze and the ogling eyes of the two young boys. Their eyes fixated to our smooth bald mounds and they would giggle as we did also looking at one another and giggling some more. When the pee spurted out it rose to about a foot and a half into the air, landing between our legs and trickling down darkening the pastel grey floor and between the cracks in the concrete. The boys where totally amazed by this spectacle and after we finished drying ourselves with whatever rag or paper we could find it was now their turn to show us their wieners and pee for our delight. The boys where not as forthcoming deciding to be shy. With a little persuasion we did however get or actually force the five year old to show us his tiny penis and pee for us. Giggles rang from the garden as us girls found the tiny protruding thing from this boys body very strange but at the same time very funny. His pee went every where as he jiggled his bum and we all jumped back trying not to get hit.

Those memories fill me with glee as I remember my girlfriends young sweet pussies and I try and imagine where and what they are doing now all theses years later. Are they gay like me, are they married with children of their own playing the very same games, or are they single? Whatever the case I hope they are happy and living well.

At the time of these play times it was all fun, but now at thirty six I see them for what they mean to me now. Young girls do turn me on and I love then for what they are. What they posses in all their beautiful innocence and childish charm. Their unblemished faces and bodies. Their beautiful smiles and natural beauty not covered in make up showing their true colours of immaturity and at time shyness or boldness. Girls are a delight in any place or surroundings emitting a certain aura of happiness and beauty and when they smile and are happy it lightens everyone’s day making them smile also. True beauty is a very young girl plain and simple. The epitome of cuteness, innocence, love and with all their childish mannerisms what else could a lesbian female lover of girls ask for? Whether you believe in God or not, nothing on this Earth could have been created more perfect than the female form and in the earlier stages of their life it couldn’t be more beautiful and delightful. Whether it be a design of nature or a creation of a higher being nothing anywhere could bestow anything greater than the sight of an immature, young girl.

That’s my perception of all young girls and especially my two daughters. Charlie is seven and she is the most adorable child having all the qualities I adore in young girls. Yes I adore her and would love to begin an incestuous affair with her, but she in my eyes is too young. My eldest is Samantha and at thirteen she is just embarking on the path of becoming a woman. Just budding and recently having her first period of which she is proud of and her recently bare vagina is now sprouting the first coarse hairs of which I’m sure will be a beautiful covered mound. I know of this as in our house there is no rules about clothing and although Samantha does not so much these days walk around nude we do see one another naked from time to time. I myself (unless receiving guests or going out) only wear my night gown when pottering about the house. Charlie on the other hand is only to willing to parade her nakedness. Even to the extent of making friends or family blush when she strolls in either totally nude or just in her panties. I myself blush and tell her to go and dress and when the guests leave she undresses again. Just last Christmas Charlie and Samantha came downstairs to open their presents in the nude. Seeing them walk into the lounge bare as the day they where born made me feel so proud of producing the most perfect girls any one could wish for. We all sat by the tree and handed out our gifts. Afterward we all cuddled on the sofa and watched a dvd that I had bought Charlie. I was feeling overwhelmed holding my two naked girls at each side of me and I am glad they feel safe and comfortable in our house to freely show off their bodies in front of their mother.

I had my first experience of a sexual nature when I attended all girls boarding school in Somerset. It is shut down now but even though I will change the name and call it Somerst School for Girls. I was ten and leaving home to stay at the school for weeks was hard on me as I had never been by myself for more than two days having a very loving nurturing mother and father. I cried myself to sleep for at least the first week longing to go home and sleep in my own bed. When we arrived I was astonished at the grandeur of the building. Words I never used at that age but only now. It was an old Victorian building standing in a large picturesque landscape of rolling hills and farm land with a small wooded area hiding the headmistresses small quaint house form prying eyes. At the large main door myself and my parents where greeted by a House mistress and her husband. They walked us in handing my father some literature to read on the rules and regulations of which I where to adhere to. Being my loving father he had no hesitation to signing a disclaimer form which aloud the use of corporal punishment by the headmistress if and when it was warranted. He was sure I would never receive such a punishment in my years of being there. But to his dismay I did on a few occasions. We where escorted on a guided tour of the school which was sectioned of into three areas called houses. The adults showing us around where heads of the green house for girls ranging from the ages of twelve to fourteen years old. The other house where Blue and Red. Blue for girls being fifteen and sixteen and Red which was to be my house for girls from ten to eleven years of age. As we entered one of the dormitories for Red House I was appointed a bunk bed in the corner of the room. I was disappointed to make do with the lower bunk as the top already had a girls luggage placed there. I wondered what kind of girl I had been given to share with but I was assured by the House mistress that she we would be good together. No pun intended.

Tearful good bye by my mum and especially me was quickly nipped in the bud by my introduction to my House Mistress. Her name was Mrs Collingwood. A tall skinny woman of about fifty six. She had the demeanour of a school teacher with her old fashioned white blouse and plaid skirt. Her head up and shoulders back did do nothing for her small bust. Her hair tied into a bun making her almost appear to a resident of the house since the Victorian era. I do find the old hairstyle quite alluring now with the wispy strands of hair hanging down the nape of the neck and a few more just adorning the cheeks. I was a little afraid of her at first, but when she smiled a warm glow did fill me with comforting thoughts. I was told to unpack and Mrs Collingwood told me where and how to place my clothes in the locker. After she took me downstairs to the games hall where the school uniforms where being handed out. All ready and paid for by the parents it was a quick procedure and done in less than five minutes. I couldn’t believe the amount of girls in the hall. At least one hundred and fifty ranging from ten to eihteen. When I arrived back at my dormitory my bunk mate as we called them was unpacking her cases. I came up behind her and introduced myself. Her name was Allison and as she turned a smile greeted me and I knew from that instant we would be friends. Allison was eleven and a couple of inches taller than me standing at five one. She had long very blonde hair and I absolutely loved it. Straight and hanging down her back to just above her bottom. She was a very attractive girl with pale skin and the prettiest flutter of freckles adorning her nose. She had green eyes and thin pink lips. She had the most beautiful natural look as make up was not allowed to be worn by any girls until they reached the sixth form when they where around sixteen and for a handful of clever girls some of whom where fifteen. We chatted for a long time as we put our belongings in our lockers and made our beds.

It was five o clock before we knew it and that was time for dinner. We had been told to change into our school uniform for a check on sizes and for a formality as the headmistress liked to see uniformity at school gatherings. Mrs Collingwood called us all to the main door of the dormitory to be ushered to the dining hall which was a three minute walk away.

As we entered the hall was full with girls all at their appointed tables. We where hurried through the canteen to choose our food and then told which table to got and eat at. Allison and I sat together and we introduced ourselves to the other girls. A few we had seen in our dormitory and some of which lived in the adjoining dorms. I noticed two older girls sitting at the end of the table and wondered who they where. They where sat chatting to one another and I noticed they had prefect badges on. After dinner and a formal welcome by the headmistress to newcomers and older girls from previous terms we went back to our dorm. The two older girls where introduced by Mrs Collingwood as the Dorm Prefects. Their names where Ally and Rachel. They were both thirteen and had their own two beds in a small adjoining room which was partitioned by a long heavy curtain. Their job was to keep the peace after lights out and to take care if any girls should so need anything. Ally was a big boned girl with an ample breast size and rather a butch kind of girl with a boyish face. Short blonde hair but even though she did have a certain prettiness to her as her eyes where blue and very noticeable. Rachel on the other hand was slim and very girly with long dark brown hair and ever so pretty in my eyes. Such to the extent that I wondered if I where to as pretty as her when I reached thirteen. Rachel had a small chest but Allison and I smirked to one another as did most of the dorm as we noticed her nipples stretching the fabric of her white school shirt.

After an inspection of our lockers we where told to get ready for a shower. A room full of prepubescent girls taking off their clothes would be a dream come true for any girl lover and I’m sure to this day that Mrs Collingwood and her mostly absent Husband both delighted in this spectacle. Mrs Collingwood was always in the dorm on shower nights as was her husband on the odd occasion he was at the school. Some of us where shy about getting undressed in front of Mr Collingwood, but it became so common place our shyness soon disappeared. Mr Collingwood was not aloud into the shower room but Mrs Collingwood did come in and watch us wash ourselves. A story I’m sure about her making sure we did clean properly was just so she could ogle us girls and the few helping hands she gave by helping girls dry themselves was just another perversion by her to touch their bodies. I never had her help me dry and I was always thankful then even though I would have jumped at the chance now to have an older woman at least in some respect fondle my young body.

During the shower the two prefects joined us and us girls loved to look at their bodies hoping our flat chests and vaginas would become fuller and covered like theirs. There where thirty two of us in my dorm and the large shower room was full to the brim. A few glancing brushes of wet bodies was common place and at the time I never even thought of how much I immaturely brushed these few intimate touches away with no sexual thoughts of any kind.

Shower done we all dressed into our pyjamas. For some unknown reason night dresses where not allowed and I never knew why. My mum had stupidly bought me boys pyjamas and often my bald vagina could clearly be seen through the opening. After an hour or so of meeting all our new friends sitting, chatting and also meeting one another’s bed partners (girls teddy bears etc) we where told to go to bed as it was lights out. My bed partner was a floppy eared bunny called quite naturally Flopsy. He was my best friend and had been since I was three. He had always been there for me and throughout the years our one sided conversations. He had helped me through certain times such as me being told off or just feeling sorry for myself when I didn’t get my way. I slipped beneath my blanket and curled up into the fetal position and held Flopsy in my arms close to my face so I could smell my bedroom in his coat. A whispered goodnight from Allison which I whispered back and in a few seconds of smelling Flopsy tears began to run down my face as the first night away from home sank in. I could hear many more sniffles and girls crying all around, but there was no one to comfort us. On the odd occasion Mrs Collingwood would appear and console a few of the girls in her own perverted way. She would kiss away their tears and relish a quick rub on their buttocks as in her way it was to comfort them, but now I know.

To some girls being away from home was wonderful and they relished it. They soon became the apparent clowns and where in the weeks ahead being reprimanded on a regular basis.

My sorrow disappeared in the weeks ahead and with my new best friend Allison we did everything together and thankfully she was in all my classes. We sat, ate, drank, chatted, snuck into one another’s bed after lights out together to chat some more. In fact we did almost everything together. Until one night into the seventh week of term.

This was the night my mind would be opened up to the joys of sex. My first experience of a sexual nature. During all the weeks in bed I had heard stifled grunts and moans of pleasure emanating from other girls beds, but being naïve (yes at ten years old) it was eventually explained to me by Allison that they where masturbating. I did ask Allison if she did, which she adamantly denied, but I knew she did as I could hear her every little whimper and feel every jolt of the bed when she came. I never even asked her to show me. Being my best friend I thought she would have told me the truth, but I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. One I didn’t want to call her a liar and two she may have been mortified if I asked her to show me how to pleasure myself. Well it was soon to change as one night I found out.

Allison and I where caught in bed together by the prefects and after a small stern telling off we went back to our own beds. I’m not sure what time it was, but I was awoken by Ally the butch prefect and told to come with her into their room. She took my hand and I was a little worried glancing as best I could in the dark around the room to see if there where any witnesses. I couldn’t tell and slightly reluctantly she led through the dorm and quickly took me into the room. I had seen their room many times during the day but this was the first time at night. It was a cosy room with two single beds. I looked around with a dim light lighting the room. Books pens, pencils and other items where scattered on a large desk they had. Shirts and other attire was hanging on the back of their chairs and all in all just a typical girls room except for me a puzzling thing. I did notice their beds had been pushed together, but I had always seen them either side of the room in the day time. I yawned and heard Rachel whisper,

“Isn’t she sweet?”

“ Delightful” replied Ally

“ Come over her and sit with me baby?” Requested Rachel and in my tired state Ally nudged me forward and I clambered onto the bed.

Rachel’s arm was soon around me and she looked at me smiling. Ally quickly joined us and she sat the other side of me. They where both in their pyjamas but both of their tops had been unbuttoned to show the top halves of their breasts. Ally’s breasts where more prominent as Rachel’s where only a small ‘A’ cup but I remembered that first day when I saw her nipples poking through her top. A small kiss landed on my cheek as Ally kissed me. I turned to her and looking into her eyes she instantly kissed my lips. My first kiss from another girl did not really register as sexual until she pushed her tongue into my mouth. I accepted it with nervousness, but soon I was French kissing her with relish. My mind was in a spin from this as I felt a hand beginning to unbutton my top. I pulled away from Ally as Rachel’s hand began to molest my flat chest and gently rub my nipples. I just looked down and watched her hands massaging me and I began to feel that warm sensation build between my legs. A feeling I had felt a few times when in bed with Allison, but it had never registered in this way before. I moved my legs causing my mounds to rub together and the sensation built. Ally must have noticed as her hand reached down trying hard to prize my legs open but I was a little scared and clenched tight. Another kiss from Ally on my cheek and when her tongue began to lick my earlobe my legs where opening without me noticing. As soon as Rachel’s fingers touched my mound I clasped together holding her hand like a vice. I could feel her fingers writhing in my grip trying with earnest to get to my pussy but I declined by pushing her hand away.

“Why so shy Marilyn?” Ally whispered into my ear.

I turned to her and just said “I’m scared. I’ve never done this before.”

Rachel turned my face to her and said, “We have and don’t be scared. We know you will like it and we have picked you for a special reason.”

“Why? “ I replied.

“Because we think your so pretty” replied Ally.

I blushed and could feel my face turn red. I gave a little smile and Ally kissed my again on my mouth and I in turn accepted her tongue. These my first tongue kisses where astonishing and a complete turn on. My hand rested on Ally’s cheek and she cupped it in hers. Rachel began to prize my legs open again and I this time gave little resistance. Her fingers wormed there way into the small opening where a guy would slip his penis out of and as soon as her fingers touched my bald pussy I succumbed to the inevitable and let her fingers rub my slit. Her index finger slipped under my clitoral hood and as soon as she found my tiny nub I almost passed out as she worked on it. Never had I felt such a warm pleasurable sensation in my body and I will never forget this first touch of my cunny. Ally released herself from our kiss and removed her top to let me see her pert breasts and hard nipples. Although I had my eyes closed most of the time I did see them in a haze and she took my hand and placed it on her left breast. Ally motioned my hand as I began to molest her small bosom. Her nipple already hard under my palm I was not at all very good at this and just fumbled to the best of ability groping her small tit. Ally seemed to enjoy this and I am sure she was used to this probably having taught girls before me. Unbeknown to me herself and Rachel had had three girls succumb to them since they joined the school and partly due to their seduction when they came there. Rachel took off her top as she still rubbed my ever moistening pussy and Ally removed mine. Three half naked girls in all increasing stages of sexual maturity was a sight to behold and as I remember these little threesomes it makes me happy and warm inside. Ally offered her tiny nipple for me to suckle on. I tentatively took it in my mouth and instinctively sucked. Ally squeezed her breast pushing the nipple further into my mouth and I loved the nub as I would a dummy (pacifier). Rachel lay down lifting her bum and slipped off her bottoms and began to stroke her sparsely covered mound. With this Ally pushed me back to lay beside Rachel and removed my bottoms. I covered my nakedness, but as soon as Ally removed her bottoms she pulled the duvet over us. The two naked teenagers warm bodies pressed against my smaller thinner frame was so nice. I was beginning to feel somewhat safe and over the next few minutes my shyness began to diminish. Kissing licking and rubbing by these two all over my body making me feel wanted and lustful. A feeling I have felt since many times, but this was more. It was loving as well, if you can describe teenage lust this way. These sensations where mixed. A feeling of what I felt from my mother and a sense of loving I had never felt due to my body now being loved. A feeling I have never had with a man or boy. Which is why from later that I would and always be a lesbian.

Our legs became wrapped together and I could watch Ally kissing Rachel above me. My whole body between then, warm and ever so sexually charged. These two girls in my immature mind where in love with me and wanted me and only me. Not until the next year did I find them replace me with another newbie (as we call them), but I did not mind as I found my first girlfriend in the shape of my best friend Allison. Which astonished me.

Ally and Rachel took it in turn to kiss down my belly and stopped short of placing their mouths between my legs. Teasing my new found sensations as I willingly opened my legs to receive them. It took over an hour for Rachel to make the first move and seductively rich from such a young girl teased me more. Her tongue began above and slid over my clitoral hood and dabbed at my mound before her sliding up and down then it pushed it’s way into my vagina. God was I so turned on and when I felt my outer walls open ever so slightly I shuddered with such convulsions and I moaned so loudly that Ally had to gag me as my fist ever orgasm literally ripped through my body. Now I don’t usually swear but all I could muffle with Ally’s hand over my mouth was thrice times “Oh fuck, Oh fuck, Oh fuck.”

Since that night and many more early morning encounters Ally and Rachel loved me and I loved them. Never during my times with them was there ever a time they tried to abuse my anus (with what I found out only a few months later) I wish they had. And they never totally abused my pussy with more than one finger. They were my first as it where lovers and after with Allison. My times with her where, with her nervousness as I felt I seduced her, but she had told me she had been with a girl before. Eventually we would often wander down to the woods and make out in any secluded area. During night times I would squeeze up between the wall and her bed and our hands would wander and we would kiss till we where relieved of our sexual desire for one another

A couple more things happened at my school which I would like to mention.

We had a matron who was nothing to brag about. You know the typical fat ugly one. One year however a nurse was brought on and at times she would come to our dorm and when she stood at the doorway the light from the hallway would silhouette her body through her nightdress. I myself and a few others would imagine her in bed with us and you could hear the others (myself and Allison included) fingering ourselves over her beautiful body and by God she was also very beautiful. I often wandered what it would be like to make love to her but as far as I know no one ever found out.

One night during an exeat (which is our half term week way) some of us would stay at the school and we would all be put in the same dormitory so the staff could keep an eye on us. One night I could quite clearly hear as could all of us girls my bunk mate a girl called Tyler Miller really making a song and dance while frigging herself. Unbeknown to her my housemistress had walked and we all watched her stand beside my bunk watching Tyler finish herself under the sheets to an orgasm with an very loud sigh of relief.

“Have a good time did we?” Mrs Collingwood said and we all laughed.

When Tyler would walk by we would say this to her as other girls would mimic her moans . She never lived it down and she came to be known as Moany Miller. Children can be little shits (I know), but even though I now hate it at some time or other we have all done this or know of the girls who have been picked on.

Some say these things never actually happened. Especially with girls who had experimented in lesbian sex but turned out to be straight would never admit to others about it. Girl on girl sex was rife in my school and one teacher was ousted by two sisters after she sexually abused them both together and she quickly left.

I eventually left after a three years not liking the actual academic aspect of the school and the fact my dad could no longer afford it after being made redundant from his job. My mum was happy to have me home and I was happy to be back.

I had no intimate contact with anyone until met Faith at fourteen. I experimented with myself masturbating almost every night and even sometimes when I found myself alone in the small woods near my home. I did test the waters with a few boys which I briefly mentioned in part one. At my Grandmas I found book called “Lesbians Lust” which had two stories in it. The first was about a fourteen year old and her mother. It mentioned anal sex and I thought I would have to try this for myself.

One night in the bathroom after a bath I found myself wanting to masturbate. I dried myself down and I remembered the story. I opened my grandma’s cupboard beneath the sink to find some implement to fuck my ass with. I found an Alka Seltzer tube and decide to use it. I washed it under the tap and sat down on the floor. I toyed with my cunt and clitoris until I was soaking wet. I licked the tube and sucked on it till it gleamed with my saliva I sat up on my knees and spat into my hand and rubbed it all over my anal hole making it slippery and wet. Now stupidly I should have inserted a finger but instead I placed the tube and rested it up against my rectum. With one foul plunge I sat down forcing the tube up inside my ass and god almighty. I screamed so loud as it fucked me. I was in agony and in less than a second it was out of me. Never had I felt such pain and to make myself feel better I tentatively rubbed my anus with my fingers before slowly inserting one. My anal cavity was clean and I loved the feel of the slimy walls on my index finger and the end of the intestine gripping it trying to force it out of my ass. I did this for what seemed like an hour and even tasting my anal slime which was not as repulsive as thought it might have been. Kind of a metallic taste mixed with a little blood from my inner walls and from the split I had incurred on my rectal muscle. I worked my way next to the tube and since then I regularly fuck my ass and increasingly use larger and larger implements. Usually dildos now but before I could buy them I used allsorts. Even pressurised cans like air fresheners. Each time something bigger and each time the pain is so immense I could pass out in pleasure. To me anal sex is the best although a long hard fuck with a strap on in either hole is just as good. I also love sensuality and love with a long session of just giving pleasure to another or receiving a tongue inside my cunt or ass. At this present time I have a long black dildo with a for inch girth. I have tried and tried to fit this inside my ass, but to no avail. All I cans say is the trying is wonderful. As my anal muscle stretches wide to receive it the pain builds and builds until I can take it no more. I usually flop down into a heap in ecstasy and just lie there and finger my ass and pussy till I explode and on the odd few occasions squirt or piss myself. Of course if am to piss I will try to be in the bathroom or at least have a towel to hand. Unfortunately or fortunately my girls do go their dads on the weekends so I have the whole two days to pleasure myself and sometimes I will have a girlfriend over and make love, but they are very few and far between.

My girls are very special to me and in time there is so much more to tell about them. I have more to tell about myself before we get to that point so please bear with me as I know lot’s of you like certain stories with mother and daughters but you’ll have to wait.

Hoped you enjoyed this episode of my life so please let me know on the comments bored.

Yours lovingly My Girls