| An Introduction of Myself, Part 5 During my times with Faith and our fond outdoor activities, a certain pretence was supposed to be adhered to. This was a mutual thing between us and it was that whenever a certain time came with a chance or encounter with a boy where to arise we should at least try it. Only to be sure to find out if we liked it or we wanted to be exclusively with our own sex. Over the four years we still saw one another and boys did come and go. Faith being the loner she was never did manage to attract a boyfriend. She was teased at school being called a lesbian and such and at which time I never was brave enough to stick up for her, incase I was tarred whith the same brush. I now know I would do it for anyone, but being a teenager then it was not the thing to do. If I had been outed then I know my life would be different. I never would have married and God forbid I would never had had my children and that would be the worst thing ever to happen. Although thinking logically I would not have had to hide my lesbianism. Probably suffering endless years of taunts and abuse from other girls. I have spoken and heard stories of younger girls being caught and outed throughout their school years and I don’t think anyone should have to got through that kind of sick abuse from other kids. Faith seemed to cope with it quite well although our fun times together did suffer. I think the factor of myself taking the boyfriend thing a bit too literally and actually going out with a few did not help with matters. I don’t think Faith actually thought I would go out with any and we would be exclusive to one another. But again I was not brave enough to admit my sexuality to anyone. She did declare her love for me one time and I know she wanted me to give mine to her but I never did. I did love her then and my non declaration among other things did dampen our sexual reltionship and during the last two years we drifted apart until one day she didn’t appear and I never saw her again. I did hear (to my surprise) from my mum that she had married and had two children. I often thought she might have been unhappy with this and later on in my life I did try to contact her (not to rekindle our relationship) but to find out if she was happy. She never replied so I didn’t try again. I hope she is happy and I think as I now know how wonderful bearing and nurchuring children can be, she has found some solace. I did as I said go out with a few boys. Three in total. Two of which only lasting for about two weeks and one of them lasted for over a month. His name was Chris and I know now he is gay. Like myself I think our involvement was to try each sex to see which way our sexuality would go. He did have the higher pitch voice and a few girly mannerisms (which did him no favours at school) but he was to date the only boy I could say that I would have had a long lasting relationship with. Unfortunately his revoltion of sorts whith the female form was apparent and although he was great fun to be with and an oh such a beautiful kisser, we knew that it would never amount to anything. I mean do most teenage relationships last? I think not. The other two boys I knew only went out with me for one reason. I was not the most attractive of girls, but due to the fact of my larger breasts than most of the other girls I found some admirers. Kissing as I have said was immature and a bit to forceful and the obligatory harsh groping of my mammeries was always cumbersome and never ammounted to any pleasure. Only one boy forced his hand between my legs and even though I protested I did find find some satifaction lying there while he fingered me. By no means did it ever compare to Faith’s touch (which I would have prefered but for the pretence) so just being fingered by someone else did please me. I knew I would always prefer females. Their touch, their kiss and their love is now forever in my thoughts and I would not now ever go back to a man. Unless maybe in an ideal world he could be like Chris, but love my body. I have spoken to a male friend and we have spoken on the aspect of ever again letting a man fuck me and my answer was. “I do love a strap-on. I would however love a big throbbing cock inside me and I don’t think any phallic object can replace a warm blood filled manhood filling my insides. Whichever whole it is in. The only thing is that the real thing is attached to a man and that is the only problem. I would love to be fucked by a woman with a real cock and by no way meaning I would want a shemale (as that is just a man with tits). I want the sensual touch of a woman, But alas this will never be. Only a false realism could ever be achieved and after all with what a woman or girl has to offer that will have to be enough”. Any way enough of dreams. I was seventeen and I only saw Faith another three times before I turned eighteen. During that final year with her I met another girl called Karen. She was the same age as me and I met her at work. At that time I was a waitress and she was cleaner. We where both at college and where only there to get some money for the odd night out. We worked at a hotel called the Kings Arms which was an old ten bedroom coach inn. We became friends over a period of about three months and I instantly knew I fancied her. Now she was by no means overly attractive and I could not even tell if she was interested in me. She was five foot three and had huge thighs in comparison to her slim upper physique. Her long soft curled black hair hung below her shoulders and she would often be told to tie it back as she loved to leave it loose. When on the odd occasion she would work in the kitchen and it was against the health regulations to have loose hair. I loved it when she would often slip her fingers through and brush it behind her ears which stuck out more than most, but they where small and somewhat cute. She had beautiful green eyes which where slightly distorted by copious amounts of sticky mascara and eyeliner which did nothing to show their real beauty. Her slightly large pointy nose was a slight hindrance to her looks, but her slight imperfect facial features where balanced out with beautiful lush full lips. Small firm ’c’ cup breasts looked very nice and perky under her white blouse which she wore to work. But from the hips down there was not much to brag about. We did go out a few times and she stayed as I did at our parents house but nothing ever happened apart from the odd pillow fight or tickling games. One afternoon we had arranged a night out and I arrived at her house with the odd essentials for an overnight stay. We where in her room and chatting and applying (which to us was so cool) our quite brash and colourful eighties make up Wearing outlandish cloths (especially our skin tight jeans) and ‘bling’ as we call it now. I had a slight obsession with bangles and had about fifty running up my left arm of assorted colours and material from washers to any round thing that would fit over my hands. My hair at that time was lighter blonde than it is now and we where still old fashioned new romantics so our hairstyles where rather big to say the least. Karen or I would sit and we would do each others hair. After, we sat on the bed and drank copious amounts of White Lightning cider before we hit the village. I don’t know how it happened but I found myself on top of Karen tickling her rib cage as she was very sensitive there. She squirmed and giggled like a child as I tried to place her arms under my legs to stop her pushing my hands away. I know she kind of liked is as when I stopped and moved my bum further down her legs I noticed a dark patch of wetness between her legs. I looked and smiled back at her and she did nothing in an attempt to hide it. At that point I had a sudden sort of epiphany. Looking into her eyes I felt the urge to kiss her. I bent down and slowly moving closer I thought she would back out and push me away. She didn’t and as our lips met our eyes closed and with mouths open our tongues began to explore one another’s mouths. Karen was a wonderful kisser and I couldn’t believe after all these months I could probably have kissed her before. For about five minutes we kissed with saliva escaping and covering our chins and the surrounding areas it was most pleasing. It was more loving on my part and I think lustful on hers. Breaking away we wiped one another’s mouths and Karen said, “ Who! That was my first time. Was it yours?” I smiled and replied “Only with you” Her eyes widened as if she was expecting me to be forthcoming about my sex life, but all I’m wanting is to please her. With that thought in my head I bent forward again and we kissed for another five minutes. I wanted so much to find out if she had peed her pants or if she had had an orgasm from my tickling. Thinking back to the times I had with Faith drinking and giving our piss to one another I wanted so much to do those things with Karen. I sat up again and looked adoringly into Karen’s eyes and began to unbutton her top. Her mouth opened slightly and I loved the shy but wanton look upon her face. Her eyes went back ad forth to my plucking at her buttons and back to my eyes and when I pulled the white shirt from her jeans and unbuttoned the last one she took hold of my wrists. I thought now she wants to back down but I was wrong. She offered no resistance as I opened her top as she still held my wrists and when I ran my fingers (forgetting how sensitive she was there) up her ribs she gave a big smile showing off her teeth and shuddered like an excited girl having her first orgasm. She didn’t wear a bra as her breasts where firm and with her lying on her back they where almost flat on her chest. My fingers grazed along the outer sides of her breasts and moved slowly toward her small soft pink nipples. Her body was immaculate. Her pale skin was almost white with no blemishes or imperfections. So smooth as I could not feel or even see any fine hairs on her body. I cheekily tweaked her tiny nipples and they hardened like little (excuse the cliché) pencil rubbers. That’s just how they looked and felt. I squeezed them a little tighter and Karen’s eyes closed. Mouth still open I could hear her soft groans of pleasure. I knew she must have been mauled by a boy before, but this I knew was her first time with a female. I wasn’t going to let her forget how good a girl can be and just from how well I was teasing her breasts and hearing her moan I knew she would never forget. I moved back further down her legs and then I bent down and began to kiss her flat stomach. She smelt so fresh and clean and I tongued her belly button pulling back for a moment to retrieve a small bit of fluff from my tongue. Her moans became a little louder and I knew I was giving her pleasure that she had never envisaged or felt before. Her hands came to rest on either side of my head and with her fingers around my jaw she began to gently pull me up stopping at her taut hard nipples. I took one in my mouth and felt a little shudder of Karen’s body when I gently bit her dark nub. I moved to the next one and went back and forth sucking hard and teasing them. Karen was in heaven stroking my head and moaning in gratification of my love for her breasts. I kissed her again and then sat up and shuffled my bottom back down to her shins. Karen looked at me with love in her eyes as I unbuttoned her jeans. With hard pulls of the skin tight jeans hugging her ample thighs they slowly peeled off her legs. One last pull on each foot and they where discarded onto the floor. Karen’s legs where pale like the rest of her body and she had no need to shave her legs as they where lightly covered in the finest white hairs which to anyone looking they could not be seen or hardly felt. I gazed up to her panties. Simple blue cotton ones and the evident dark patch where she had wet herself had ridden into her pussy showing the beautiful mould of her sex. I smiled at her and she smiled back as I reached forward curling my finger into the elastic waist band. Karen instinctively lifted her bottom and I pulled her panties down which came off with ease. Now I do not sniff panties, but to find out if Karen had cum or peed herself I put them to my face and took a large sniff of the dark area. To my grateful nose and tongue I was pleased to smell and taste her urine so now I knew that I was going to drink her piss straight from her sweet wet cunt. I gazed at her triangle and strangely in comparison to her body she has a fine bush of black pubic hair covering her sex. Karen still looking into my eyes as if trying to read my mind, knew exactly what I was going to do next, but I suppose it’s not that hard to work out. I ran my hands up the out side of her legs and over into the inner thighs as they move up and Karen accepted my gentle persuasion opened her legs. What a beautiful sight her cunt was. Long wrinkled lips jutted from within and a perfect beautiful hood letting her large clitoris peek out below. I had never seen such a large swollen clit and I likened it t her nipples. Karen just lay their looking so sublime and adoring. With her eyes gazing into mine I felt her imagination undressing me. So to relieve her wanton look I began to undress. Karen had seen me naked ample times, but this was different. Her sexual loving look had a power of seduction embodied within. Without a word I knew she wanted to see my nakedness and I felt I was like a sexual goddess in her eyes. I lifted my blouse tugging it over my head. My hair splayed ruining the work she had done earlier before and Karen gasped as my large chest was revealed encased in my somewhat plain brazier. I reached behind my back and unclasped it and in a kind of sexual pose with my arms crossed I let the straps slip from my shoulders. I cupped my breasts and with my thumbs I pulled the cups forward and down. As the bra was discarded along with my top my breasts now let free from there halter sagged down, but still looked full bodied. Now as I have said I have had a large chest form an early age and to my dismay I had produced slight stretch marks on the outer sides of them. These appeared at the age of fourteen. Even so Karen had always complimented me on them and had always wished she had such an impressive bust. I was teased at school because of them but thankfully to this day I have never had problems with them to the extent of back problems due to their weight. They have however been a factor and helped to seduce many a girl and women. I climbed off Karen’s legs and stood at the end of the bed and pulled off my jeans. I did have a matching pair of panties (well the same colour anyway) and I pulled them down and stepped out of them. As I stood in all my naked glory Karen’s eyes looked me up and down and her glazed look when her eyes returned to mine said it all. Karen’s gesture was simple as she opened her legs wide and I knelt between them. She outstretched her arms wanting me to lay on top of her and I did so willingly. My breasts flattened on hers and our lips met again. Karen began to massage my buttocks as I ran my fingers through her hair. Moans from us both as our mouths exchanged saliva made this embrace very meaningful. I felt a certain feeling in my body as our warm naked bodies lay together. It was a strange feeling I had never felt before. I mistook it for love but later I knew it was just the heat of the moment. Even so at the time of my misunderstanding of these feelings in me it increased the experience ten fold. Our bodies seemed in tune and we both knew what each other was doing as I began to descend using my tongue to leave a wet trail. A clear path to the non existent onlookers to the warmth of the thick forest that lay in Karen’s most sacred place. Again I dipped my tongue into her navel and she again held my face. This time not pulling me up but pushing down wanting my face between her legs. Finally with my legs hanging over the end of the bed I reached the entrance to her body. The smell was intoxicating filling my nostrils making them flare wanting more of this divine odour to make my brain loose any other thought than just one. To show this sweet girl the overpowering feeling of another girls love for her. The first touch of my tongue on her clitoris made Karen judder and I heard quick strange palpitating noises from her mouth. I knew she had never felt another down here and I had hit her sweet spot of which she had over the years discovered could bring her so much pleasure. The size of it impressed me and as with her nipples I took in my mouth and gently sucked upon it. Karen was obviously so taken with my expertise she pulled my head hard between her thighs so I began to suck harder flickering my taught tongue over the tip. Karen was bucking and thrusting her body up and down and when my tongue entered her throbbing cunt there was one last thrust and then a loud moan. I knew the outcome and opened my mouth to await the impending flow of the finest taste any one could want. If it could be bottled and stored in a warm flask it could be sold for hundreds and in Karen’s case I would pay thousands for her sweet cunt juices. It flowed from within her pussy like a small stream and I drank her cream feeling it flow down my throat like an elixir. The quintessence of this girls fluid was at this time the most absolute sweetest taste I have ever drank. Then came what I had wanted. I think the overwhelming orgasm had splintered her brain into parts loosing control of certain organs. The elixir suddenly became slightly warmer and the taste changed to a mustier one and I new her piss was released. Karen didn’t know she was pissing but I didn’t care. I drank and drank till there was no more. I lapped at her cunt as if to ask” Please Miss a can I have some more” but in the female analogy her cunt said “More, more you want more?” Alas there was no more as I found the last drops clinging to her small labia. I could feel Karen beginning to relax and before her buttocks fell flat on the bed I cupped my hands below them. I wanted more and the only unexplored place was her ass. Karen still seemed to know what I was thinking and lifted her legs and held them back almost flat to her chest. “Quite nimble” I thought “and she knows what I want”. With that most simple manoeuvre her anus was mine. I sniffed again and all the smells of her sex aroused my body even more. The heat of our passion had made us sweat and I could taste the salty fluid as I reamed her puckered hole. Her ass smelt so fucking nice and mixed with urine and cum, what more could a woman ask for. Again another commodity that could be sold and if only we had scratch and sniff on the net what an almost perfect site this would be. As I stared at this dark area encasing the wrinkled muscle my mind raced in pure satisfaction of turning my friend into a lesbian. This was ecstasy and this divine girl was giving her whole being to me without question or hesitation. Even to this day I have never found another so easily open herself to me. Giving, be it her virginity or like most not entertaining or even of trying anal sex. Karen was the first and in time thankfully not the last. Her rectum was a masterpiece of taste and perfection and she loved my tongue giving her virgin hole the most ultimate of pleasures. My tongue began to tease her most sacred place. I licked tenderly around the crease of her rectal hole felling every tiny fine hair that she had and then closer in feeling all the mouldings of the single clenched muscle that is always reluctant to the un initiated to let any one or anything enter. Karen’s was no different. I dabbed at the tiny black entrance as it clenched and released opening ever so slightly to my tongue giving little taunts to the taste buds at the tip. My thumbs pulled her ass cheeks apart and I could feel Karen’s resistance strengthen until my tongue asked so politely to open her door. Access granted my tongue entered and Karen gave a loud moan as my agreeable ass fuck commenced. Her anus gripped my tongue as I tried to French kiss it. The taste of her bowels was delightful like Faith she seemed to have no scat within. The anal slime covered my tongue and slipping back into my mouth I swallowed what was offered and I plunged my tongue back in for more. This went on for an age as Karen could not believe this exquisite new sexual pleasure and even she wanted it so much she spread her cheeks for me to give me ultimate access. Karen again had an explosive orgasm, but no urine this time. I was content with what her anus had given me and after a kiss she did say it tasted so nice that she also wanted to try and give me the pleasure of her and taste all I had trapped within. I was only to willing to piss in her mouth and fill her with cum and as for my ass she would learn a whole new aspect of how to please a girl even more. There was no turning back for Karen. She is now totally gay and to this day she has never even been with a man. Unfortunately our sexual relationship was ever so short and lasted only two weeks as I so stupidly introduced her to another gay friend of mine. She had cried after our fist time together and I couldn’t work out why as she had been so willing. It turned out that because she had given her virginity to me and I had not said “I love you” or words to that effect. She felt all I ever wanted from her was just the sex. I suppose I could be thankful, but sad as my friend or ex friend also was with her for the sex for the first few weeks, but it seems they did fall in love and Karen and her did stay together for three years. During that time there was the odd fight and I was first person Karen would call wanting to talk and the last time she called (after the time before she stood me up and I was hoping to get back with her ) I simply said “No as you’ll just be back with her within a week or so. So sorry baby I do love you but I can’t be here for you anymore” and that was that. I have seen her a few times but we do the pleasantries and no more. A loss I was saddened by but relationships come and go in life. I still think of her from time to time and the writing of this has brought back many wonderful memories. I am over her now, but given the chance I would fuck her again without reluctance as she was fantastic in bed. There’s still lots more to tell so I hope you enjoyed this one. Lovingly My Girls |