Date: Mon, 5 May 2003 09:31:04 +0100 (BST)
From: Alisha Mathew <alisha69ksk2002@yahoo.co.in>
Subject: ALICE'S STORY

I'm an eighteen-year-old girl, who's been sexually active most of my
life. I've had many lovers, both male and female, adult and child;
and I'd like to tell you about how I first encountered sex.
When I was four, I had a very beautiful pre-school teacher called
Miss Lancaster.  At four, you don't see beauty quite like an adult
does: if you love someone, they're beautiful. Still, I knew even then
that Miss Lancaster was very beautiful, even if she was quite old
(perhaps twenty-two).  She had long, glossy black hair, liquid dark
eyes and what seemed at the time enormous tits.  Actually, looking
back with adult eyes (and having met her again more recently) I
realize that they were only slightly above average size; but they
seemed very special, then.
At a pre-school, they try to give some rudimentary teaching; but
other skills are perhaps more essential, such as offering a lap for
an upset child to sit on and be cuddled. Miss Lancaster did that for
any child, boy or girl; but there were a few of us, all girls, who
occasionally got special cuddles, when no other adult was around. She
would sit me on her lap, when it was my turn, with my back against
her belly and my head between her wonderful boobs, and start to
caress me all over.  At first, it would just be a light tickling;
then she'd start playing with my nipples (through the material, if I
was wearing a dress, or pushing up under my top), and pushing the
other hand up under my skirt, stroking my thighs, eventually running
her fingers lightly on the crotch of my panties.
Of course, I didn't actually understand what it was that I was
feeling; I just knew I liked the delicious, wriggly-giggly warmth
centered on my crotch. When I got a little older, I remember thinking
back and wondering what exactly Miss Lancaster got out of it; but I
realize, now, that she would have a cute little girl's bum pressed
into her lap, squirming around like crazy.  I suspect that Miss
Lancaster regularly came with me in her lap.
Only a few of the girls got this treatment, although, as far as I
know, everyone kept the secret, having the vague idea that this was
something nicely naughty, rather than bad, and you didn't tell grown-
ups about it.  Miss Lancaster was a grown-up, of course, but she was
different.
My best friend Tabitha was another of the favored kids.  She was
definitely the prettiest girl in the class, with gold-blonde hair,
big blue eyes and a peaches-and-cream complexion.  I have auburn hair
and freckles, and I'm usually described as cute rather than
beautiful; so I think having Tabitha as my best friend made me feel
special.
We played together a lot, usually at her house, in the garden when it
was fine, in her bedroom otherwise.  Of course, small kids tend to
play out what important adults do; and Miss Lancaster was very
important to both of us.  So Tabitha and I would take turns to be
her, and the other one would sit on "Miss Lancaster's" lap and get
felt up. The difference was that, whereas she was presumably aware of
what she was doing and the need not to go too far, we had no
restraint at all; and it wasn't long before we were getting right
inside each other's panties, exploring each other's puffy baby slits.
Maybe we were reacting unconsciously, too, to the sexiness we didn't
understand, when we began playing "show-me-yours-and-I'll-show-you-
mine" together, pulling our shorts and panties down and our tops up,
both shrieking with laughter.  Eventually, we put two and two
together, and started playing at Miss Lancaster in the nude.
So, although Miss Lancaster pointed the way, Tabitha was really my
first lover. We never got caught; but, if anyone had walked in on us,
they'd have found two four-year-old girls, both stark naked, both
flushed with arousal, grinding bums and pussies together, one girl's
fingers rubbing the other's cunt, giggling and squirming in ecstasy.
I never actually came in any of those sessions with my beautiful
little girlfriend, although we later went much further together.
Miss Lancaster was gone from my life; by the time I experienced my
first orgasm.
When I was five, I went to a proper school, and I didn't see Miss
Lancaster any more. I missed her; but I still had Tabitha to play
with, and I adjusted. I sometimes wonder, though, looking back,
whether I was going around with a big sign on me saying, "looking for
sex". At any rate, to those who could see it.
I was a little short of my sixth birthday, when I had my next big
experience. We'd gone to a family wedding - some cousin or other was
getting married. It was quite a small affair, with the reception in
their house (though the house was pretty big), and there weren't many
children there. The afternoon was dragging on towards the evening,
and I was getting really bored.
Next thing I knew, a voice way up above me was saying, "You don't
look like you're having a good time."  I looked up.  A beautiful
woman was standing over me.  At least, I thought of her then as a
woman: she was actually about sixteen.  But that's a lot older than
five. "Haven't you got anyone to play with?" she asked.  Feeling a
bit unsure of this situation, I just shook my head.  "Would you like
to play with me?" she asked.
I thought about that, and then decided it would be better than being
bored.  She was very pretty, with a fresh cheerful face, sparkling
blue eyes and blonde hair.  Her tits were a lot smaller than Miss
Lancaster's (which I thought was a shame) but I could see their shape
very clearly through her little crop-top, and even at that age, I
realized that she wasn't wearing a bra.  Her nipples seemed to be
sticking right out through the material.  And she had very tight
trousers on, that were just about level with my face, so I couldn't
miss the fact that her crotch was clearly outlined. At the time, I
thought I was looking very subtly, but I realize now that she was
very well aware of the way I was looking.
Her name was Andrea, and she was the younger sister of the cousin who
was getting married, so this was her home.  We played for a while in
the garden, and she actually did seem to be having a good time, not
just being a grown-up being nice to a child.  I loved it.  Not only
was it fun, but also by now (after Miss Lancaster and Tabitha) I was
beginning to get an eye for female beauty and it mattered to me that
such a stunner was showing an interest in me.
After a while, we were both tired.  Andrea sat down, and I climbed
onto her lap. We were chatting away, nineteen to the dozen, and I
didn't really think about what I was doing. I vaguely realized, after
a while, that I was squirming in her lap the way I would have done
with Miss Lancaster, and that, perhaps because the layer of clothes
was thinner, I was feeling just as hot and wriggly as when Miss
Lancaster touched my panties.  I think I must have moaned slightly.
At any rate, Andrea suddenly sat very still and put her arms around
me, stopping me from moving.  I glanced up; worried that she was
cross with me but I relaxed when I saw that her face was flushed.  I
knew enough to realize that meant she liked having me in her lap.
"Tell you what, sweetheart," she said after a moment, "I've got some
games up in my room.  Want to come up and play?"
I nodded, feeling my heart lurch.  We were going to be in private.
Maybe I could teach her the game I played with Tabitha.  Somehow, I
was sure she'd like it.
I noticed that, when we got into the bedroom, Andrea shut and locked
the door.
For a moment, I felt a bit scared by that; but then I realized that
she had left the key in the lock, so she couldn't have been locking
me in. So I relaxed, and watched as Andrea got some battered old
board games out. Most of them were really a bit too old for me; and,
after a few minutes, it all ground to a halt.
We sat for a while in silence, and I could see Andrea keep looking at
me, about to say something, then changing her mind.  At last, looking
very nervous, she blurted out, "You're very pretty, Alice."
"Thanks," I said, not sure what else to say.  "So are you."  I wasn't
quite sure whether I should say anything else, but I found myself
asking, "Why aren't you wearing any undies?"
Andrea turned very red, but she didn't seem cross.  "You noticed, did
you?  I saw you checking out my tits and my pussy."
"Have you got a cat?" I asked, confused.  She giggled.  "No, silly,
your pussy's... well, it's...  well, this."  She put her hand on
hers.  "Oh," I said, suddenly understanding, "you mean the bit that
feels good when someone touches it".
She looked at me in obvious surprise.  "Do you mean someone else
touches it?  Or yourself?"
"I like it when my friend Tabitha rubs it," I told her, half-
whispering.  "But you mustn't tell anyone.  It's a secret."
She was silent again for a moment.  "Do you know what a Lesbian is?"
she asked at last.  I thought about it.  "Kind of sweet?"  I asked
tentatively.
She giggled again, still a bit red.  "It's a girl who likes playing
with other girls' pussies.  Like me."
"Oh."  That was better.  "I'm a Lesbian," I said.  "I like playing
with Tabitha's... err, pussy."
"Would you like to play with mine?"  Andrea asked.  I nodded eagerly:
this was turning out better than I had expected.
She explained that we had to take our clothes off, which was fine.
Since Tabitha and I had started to do it, I found that I liked being
naked with someone else; it gave me the hot, wriggly feeling.  Andrea
was the first grown-up I had ever seen with nothing on, and I thought
her body was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. She had her
quim shaved, which of course seemed normal to me, as I was used to
little girls' ones.
She got me to sit next to her on the bed, and then put her arm around
me and kissed me passionately.  I had kissed Tabitha once or twice;
but this was very scary and very exciting, with her lips, pressing my
mouth wide open and her tongue sneaking into mine.  Then she guided
my hand down to her crotch, and I began tentatively rubbing.  Her
hand kept going back, guiding my fingers; but I must have got it
right at last, because she left me to it, put her head right back and
began writhing and moaning.
I could not believe what was happening to Andrea.  Tabitha's pussy
sometimes got a bit wet, when I played with it, and I think mine did
too; but that was nothing to the sticky wet juices pouring out of
Andrea's slit, like when you squeeze a really juicy orange and there
was a little knob, right at the top of her slit that had got hard and
enormous.  She seemed to specially like it when I played with that.
When I looked up, I could see her nipples sticking right out, hard
and long, and her whole body was flushed and sweating.
At last, Andrea began to thrash about, moaning and even yelling, and
I felt her pussy opening and shutting, drenching my fingers in
juices.  Then she subsided, trembling and gasping.  After a moment,
she took me in her arms and kissed me hard again.  "Oh, baby," she
sighed, "that was so good."
"I'm not a baby," I said, "I'm nearly six."  I was only protesting
half-heartedly: it somehow sounded a good thing to be.
"Oh, I know you're not", she murmured.  "That just means we're
lovers.  You're my girlfriend."
"Really?"  I sat up.  "Do you really mean that?  Andrea," I added,
without waiting for her to answer, "What happened to you, just then?"
"It's called coming," she said, "or having an orgasm.  Haven't you
ever had one?"  I shook my head.  "Would you like me to give you one?"
"I'd like that," I said, finding my mouth surprisingly dry.  Andrea
smiled and began to stroke my inner thigh; then she stopped.  "I
know," she said, "lie down and open your legs wide".  I did as she
said, wondering what was going on.  "What are you going to do?"  I
asked.
"I'm going to lick your pussy," she told me.  I sat up,
shocked.  "Yuck," I exclaimed.  She gave a throaty, dirty
giggle.  "Don't say yuck till you know what it feels like", she
said.  "Now, lie down, and I promise you won't regret it."  I did as
she told me, feeling very dubious; and she lay between my legs.  Her
tongue touched my slit; and that was my last clear memory, as I went
into a blur of ecstasy.  Hot and wriggly certainly didn't describe
how my body felt as my lover's tongue probed between the plump folds
of my slit, found the tiny little knob I'd never even noticed before,
then wormed its way right into my tight little hole.
I felt that my whole body was on fire, and that my tummy and my
crotch were about to burst.  Then everything went crazy, and I felt
like I was flying and underwater and on fire and asleep and wide-
awake all at the same time.  Then I blacked out.
I woke up again to find myself being held tightly in Andrea's arms,
and she was covering my face and neck with very wet kisses.  It felt
great, and I was so comfortable, relaxed, and sleepy, I just nestled
down and drowsed again in her arms.
After a while, though, Andrea kissed me again, and said, "It's
getting late".  We'd better get dressed and go downstairs, before
your Mum and Dad come looking for you."  I nodded, reluctant to move,
but accepting she was right.  As with Miss Lancaster and Tabitha, I
had no problem accepting that this had to be a secret, without it
even occurring to me that there might be anything wrong with it.
There were some things, you just did not tell grown-ups, unless they
were special grown-ups, like Miss Lancaster or Andrea.
Still, I regretted that we could not play a bit more.  "I wish we
could do that again," I said wistfully.  Andrea grinned.  "Well", she
said, "we are cousins, aren't we.  I think I've just got very family-
minded."  I must have looked puzzled, because she added, "I'll make
sure we see a lot of one another, sweetheart.  We are lovers, after
all.  There's so much I can show you."
I did see a lot of Andrea, and I learnt most of what I know about
pleasuring a woman in her arms.  Eventually, she started dating an
older woman, and moved on with her.  That hurt me a bit, but not too
much.  After all, I had plenty of lovers myself, by that time.  We
still see each other, and still make love occasionally.  However, in
spite of telling her I must be a Lesbian, I soon found that I was
actually bisexual.  Discovering and learning that was fun.
After I became Andrea's lover, things got really fun.  I told Tabitha
all about it, of course, and we tried out the things I had learned.
We got quite good at licking each other's pussies.  I soon discovered
that different pussies tasted very different.  Tabitha's was fresh
and sweet, whereas Andrea's (which I tasted next time I saw her) had
a stronger taste. It could have been unpleasant, if it had been any
stronger, but it was just enough to be exciting.
It was Tabitha and I, though, that came up with what we thought was a
brilliant and original idea: to lie opposite ways and lick each
other's pussies at the same time. Of course, I realize now that,
whereas it was easy enough for us, the difference in sizes between a
six-year-old and a grown-up made a sixty-nine impossible.
Andrea didn't seem to mind that I had another girlfriend. In fact,
when she came to visit (which she did quite often, now) Tabitha
sometimes came over, and the three of us rubbed and licked each
other.  Tabitha loved Andrea's tits, and used to suck happily on them
for ages.
Sometimes, Andrea introduced something new.  I remember one time,
when we were alone together (Tabitha couldn't come over, and Andrea
had "reluctantly" agreed to baby-sit the little brat while everyone
else went out) she got out a huge strap-on dildo and put it on me.
I didn't know what it was, of course, but she told me it was a bit
like a boy's willy, and I had to put it in her pussy. It was fun,
especially because there was a little clit-tickler at my end, and I
lay on top of her, between her wide-open thighs, and pushed the
plastic thing in and out of her pussy.  She came very noisily
shouting (it was lucky everyone was out), "Yes, yes, fuck me, baby,
fuck your slut".  I could hear a tremendous squelching, as she came.
Combined with the clit-tickling, it was so exciting that I came too.
When we got our breath back and started talking, I asked
curiously, "What do you mean, that it's like a boy's Willy?  They're
small and soft, and boys do wee-wee through them."
Andrea giggled, "Not when they're horny.  Then their willies get
stiff, and they want to stick them into girls' pussies, they way you
did with that."
"So do you let boys do that to you?"
Her face became serious again.  "Only once."  She hesitated a moment,
then drew a deep breath.  "When I was eleven, this teacher took me
into a cupboard and pulled my panties down, then he stuck it up me.
It hurt like hell, and his breath stank, when he tried to kiss me,
and I was so scared.  I wouldn't let him do it again, and I've never
done it with any other men."
"So is it bad to do it with boys?"  I asked, feeling a bit
disappointed.  It sounded fun to me.
Andrea hesitated, clearly tempted to say it was.  But, I appreciate
this more the older I get; she was never anything but completely
honest with me. "Well," she said slowly, "a lot of girls think it's
great.  It is just that, every time I think about it, I remember that
cupboard, and it makes me feel sick.  It's different when it's a
pretty girl doing it."  She giggled.  "Like you."
Of course, I told Tabitha all about my new discoveries, and we
discussed it all in detail.  If anything, she was even more intrigued
than I was, and we both agreed we just need to find a boy and get him
horny, to see his willy get stiff.  We knew all about girls getting
horny, but it was news to us that boy's could do it too, and we just
had to see it.
It was one thing to want to see it, though, and quite another to find
a boy to look at.  Neither of us had brothers, who would have been
perfect, even at five or six.  (I'd just had my sixth birthday, and
Tabitha, who was a couple of months younger, was still only a little
girl of five) we understood that we couldn't just walk up to any boy
and ask to see his willy.
It was a couple of weeks before the opportunity presented itself.  I
was over playing at Tabitha's, and a friend of her mother's dropped
in, with her seven-year-old son, Shane.  I think it was only meant to
be a flying visit, but they got caught up in some grown-up stuff, so
Tabitha's mum asked us if Shane could play with us.  She seemed quite
surprised, when we agreed without any argument.
We had a quick emergency conference, and decided that Shane was quite
cute, and would be perfect.  He didn't seem overjoyed to have to play
with two younger girls, but was obviously willing to make the best of
it.  "What do you want to do?" he asked, when Tabitha had shut her
bedroom door behind us.  We glanced at each other and giggled.  "But
I'm not playing with dolls", he stipulated quickly.
We giggled again.  "We don't want to play with dolls," I said. "Have
you ever seen a girl's pussy?"
He looked very confused.  "Have you got a cat, then?"
"No, silly," I said, feeling incredibly superior.  "I mean the hole
between a girl's legs is her pussy."  I ex-changed another glance
with Tabitha, and giggled.  "It's where you've got your Willy."
Shane turned very red.  "No", he managed to croak. "Why?"
"You can see ours," I said, "if we can see your Willy."
He turned even redder, with embarrassed and would not meet our eyes.
"Why do you want to see my Willy?" he asked.
We started spluttering with laughter.  "Same reason you want to see
our pussies," said Tabitha.  Looking back, I am impressed with her
perception.
"Um..." he said, still looking down. "OK, You first."
I looked at him severely.  "You're not going to chicken out, are you?"
"No, no, of course not," he said in a hurry.  I glanced at Tabitha,
and we both nodded.  She was wearing jeans, and I was wearing
dungarees with flowers embroidered on them.  Andrea always said I
looked sweet enough to eat in them (though she could never wait for
me to take them off) so I wore them as much as possible.  We both
took them off, and stood in our tee shirts, panties and socks.
Then, glancing at one another, we decided wordlessly to do what
Andrea called a proper striptease, as if she had taught us to do for
her.  Moving together, we took our tops off, flashing and covering
our nipples several times before we pulled the garments right over
our heads. Then we sat down side by side on the bed and took each
other's socks off, with a lot of running our hands up and down the
other's legs.
We stood up, wearing just our cute, little girl panties, feeling
incredibly sexy and trying not to laugh at Shane's eyes bulging out
of their sockets.  I noticed that, without him seeming to realize,
his hand was rubbing at the crotch of his jeans.  We half-turned to
one another, as Andrea had told us, and started kissing; and, as we
kissed, we slowly eased one another's panties down.  It made me feel
really horny, feeling Tabitha pull the little cotton briefs down over
my bum, exposing my pussy, while I was doing the same to her.  When
we'd both got them off, we gave each other's pussy a quick rub, then
turned to display ourselves to Shane. "Your turn now," I told him.
Shane was even redder than he had been, and seemed in two minds
whether to burst into tears.  "I can't," he whispered, his eyes fixed
on our crotches.
"You promised," I said, feeling in no mood to be merciful; and
Tabitha started chanting", Shane is a scaredy-cat, Shane is a scaredy-
cat."
"All right," he shouted, stung into recklessness; and, very quickly,
as though afraid he would change his mind, started pulling his
clothes off.  He had a bit of difficulty getting his underpants down,
and we saw why, when he succeeded.  Just as Andrea had said, his
Willy was stiff and sticking straight out; and, though it was tiny
compared with the dildo I had used, it was a lot bigger than I'd
expected.
Tabitha and I exchanged awed glances, and I could see her eyes were
wide and shining.  "Wow", I breathed, "he's horny".
I could see Tabitha beginning to squirm, breathing hard and rubbing
her pussy.  "Do you think we're sexy?" she asked Shane.  He nodded
his head slowly, never taking his eyes off us.  "You're sexy," I told
him on impulse.  "Can I touch your willy?  You can touch my pussy, if
you want."
"And mine", said Tabitha, her voice sounding a bit ragged.  I decided
someone had to take the initiative, so I took her hand and led her
over to where Shane stood, looking scared stiff.  Very tentatively,
both of us ran a finger along his stiff Willy, and we jumped as it
jerked slightly.  "That's cool", Tabitha breathed.  "Shall we make it
do that again?"
We got rather bolder about stroking Shane's Willy.  It was fun,
especially after Tabitha discovered how to pull the foreskin back,
and we made it jerk several times.  Shane loved it; and we got him
playing with our pussies, too, one with each hand.  Compared with
Tabitha or Andrea, he was quite clumsy and did not to have much of an
idea about what to rub, or how hard.  But, there was something very
exciting about having a boy's hand down there.  Both of us came; but
it wasn't enough, we wanted more.
"Shane," I said suddenly, on an impulse, "do you want to stick your
Willy inside my pussy?"
He and Tabitha both stared at me.  "What do you mean?"  Shane asked.
"That's what you're supposed to do," I explained, trying to sound
like an expert.  "When a boy and girl both get horny, the boy sticks
his Willy in the girl's pussy, and pushes it in and out, and it feels
good.  It's called fucking."
Tabitha spluttered with laughter, but Shane stared at me in
horror.  "That's a naughty word," he protested.
"It's not," I countered, feeling offended.  "It's really nice.  Of
course, if you're chicken..."
"I'm not chicken", he countered at once. "Um...  how do we do it?"
"I lie down on my back," I explained, "and you lie on top of me and
push your Willy in".  I went over and lay on the bed, as Andrea had
done when I'd had the dildo on, opening my legs as wide as I could.
Shane began walking slowly towards me, until Tabitha grabbed his hand
and dragged him over.  "Come on," she said impatiently", it's my turn
afterwards."
Shane lay down on top of me; and, as Andrea had done with the dildo,
I reached down and took hold of the stiff little thing, trying to
guide it to my pussy-entrance.  It took several attempts before we
managed to get it in, and Tabitha helped too; but, suddenly, I felt
the tip push into the hole, and suddenly it was right inside.  It
hurt a little bit, but a delicious hurt I didn't want to stop; and
the tightness and the sucking on my pussy walls as he pushed in and
out made me squirm with delight. I could feel the tip keep knocking
against something that stopped it from going in further.  At the
time, of course, I didn't know what it was, or that, if Shane's Willy
had been just a little longer and harder, he'd have broken my cherry.
It didn't take me long to come again; then Tabitha took my place, and
I helped Shane inside her. She began squealing and writhing as soon
as he was in, and I bent down to try and get a good view of Shane's
Willy actually going in and out of my best friend's pussy.
She came quite quickly, too; but Shane's Willy stayed stiff, so we
lay on either side of him, playing with it happily and sleepily.  In
fact, we were still there when we heard Tabitha's mum calling out
that it was time for Shane to go, and we had to all get dressed in a
hurry, before we got caught.
"That was wicked," Shane, said, as we were coming out of the
bedroom.  "Can we do it again?"
"Depends", said Tabitha, tossing her head, "if you're nice to us."
I knew she didn't mean it: like myself, Tabitha couldn't wait to try
it again.
"You can fuck me any time you like," I whispered, so that she
couldn't hear. Shane turned bright red, because I'd used the naughty
word, but he seemed pleased.
I was pleased, too.  Not only had I got two girlfriends, I now had a
boyfriend as well.  From that moment on, my bisexuality developed,
with the help of my friends.