How I Became a Lesbian

In the distant Soviet times, I was sent, like all Soviet children, to pioneer camps. I always went to the same one, and over many years of my vacations there, I had been in all the groups, starting from the youngest and ending with the oldest, the first group. Many children and camp staff were very familiar to me. Those who went through this know that there were mandatory events there, like "Zarnitsa" and "Timurovskaya" work.

During one of the "Zarnitsa" events, a heavy downpour started. The adult leadership immediately "wrapped up" the event and urgently placed us in the nearest village. The rain didn't let up, and we stayed there overnight.

Each to their own place. Me and another 12 girls with two counselors were placed in the local outpatient clinic. We went to sleep, some on beds, and those for whom there weren't enough beds — on mattresses on the floor. All in one ward. Everyone fell asleep fairly quickly, having run around all day, tired, and also having had a delicious dinner. I was lying on the floor on a mattress. I deliberately didn't lie down on a bed. I wanted to pleasure myself a little, and the bed might have creaked. I waited until everyone fell asleep and gave myself pleasure. It all lasted about ten minutes. I came and also fell into a sweet sleep.

I don't know how much time passed, but at night I woke up from some strange sensations. As soon as I woke up, I immediately understood what was happening. Someone was touching me between my legs. And not just touching, but very gently and pleasantly caressing with fingers, and judging by the fact that the fingers were inside my panties, this had been going on for some time because I didn't even feel them getting into my panties. I was very scared, but making a scene and getting involved in such a shameful story scared me even more. I froze and decided to pretend to be asleep. But the caresses were so pleasant, and it was the first touch of someone else's hand to my little slit, that imperceptibly, forgetting about fear, I simply began to enjoy what was happening.

At some point, my heart almost skipped a beat from a thought that struck me. I suddenly realized that a woman's hand was caressing me. Horror gripped me. But what was there to do? I couldn't scream. Apparently, I somehow gave myself away. The unknown woman realized I wasn't asleep. She hooked her finger under the elastic of my panties and pulled them down to my knees. Pretending no longer made sense, and I understood that she wasn't interested in noise either. I lifted my butt a little, and she very deftly lowered my panties below my knees, then to my ankles. Then she took me by the ankles and indicated with a movement that I should pull them up to my butt. I did that, my knees bent. And then something happened to me. I could have kept them closed, but I quite consciously spread them apart, opening free access to my pussy for the unknown woman's hand. And I really liked it.

She didn't keep me waiting, and since it became more convenient for her to touch me, and she was no longer afraid of waking me up, the caresses changed a lot. Her fingers easily slid all over my pussy, rubbed my clitoris, spread my lips, and lightly pressed on the pleura. The orgasm simply crushed me. I felt streams of moisture pouring out of me. She stopped caressing me, waited for me to catch my breath. Then she wiped her hand on my stomach and left, taking my panties with her. I couldn't fall asleep anymore; I touched myself several more times. When dawn began to break, I quickly got up and got dressed so no one would notice the absence of panties. What happened wouldn't leave my head. For several days, I tried to understand who that woman was. The excitement didn't subside. Several times a day, I would run off to secluded places and desperately rub my clitoris, bringing myself to another orgasm.

At that moment, I wasn't thinking about repeating what had happened, I just really wanted to know — who she was. I talked to all the girls who were in the room then and tried to understand something from their reactions. Nothing came of it. And now it's already the end of the session. Tomorrow morning, buses will take us to Moscow. And today there's another evening movie screening. After that incident, this was my favorite time. Everyone sits in the club, and I could calmly go to the toilet (our toilets were shared, with several toilets) and pleasure myself. That's what I did. About twenty minutes after the movie started, I left the club and went to the wooden toilet and did my thing there. After a few minutes, I heard someone entering the toilet. This didn't scare me because it had happened before, though not often. I just sat on my toilet and decided to wait until the girl left again.

Alina entered the toilet, also from our group. She wasn't in the room that time, so I just glanced at her and turned away. But Alina didn't approach any of the toilets; she stood in front of me. She waited for me to pay attention to this, and when I turned to her, she lifted her skirt, and I saw my panties on her. She said: — "Stand up." I stood up. It's impossible to convey the feelings I experienced then. My new panties were naturally pulled down. She unceremoniously shoved her hand between my legs. I was surprised that I didn't even have a thought — to resist. "You're already wet, and I wanted to get you wet myself" — she said. And although she said it without reproach in her voice, I felt guilty. "I can wipe it," I babbled. "What a good girl" — she praised my impulse. And strangely, even though we were the same age, I felt like I was in front of an older person. And I liked it.

I was amazed at myself, my pleasant submission to the new. And I wasn't going to resist this new thing. Alina continued to caress me between my legs. More like not caressing, but fiddling. She said she really loved touching girls between their legs. "And I really like your little pussy" — she said, and I felt another facet of pleasure. Not physical but internal. I really liked that she promoted my pussy to a "little pussy." I liked that even though her current fiddling with my little pussy wasn't as gentle and pleasant as that night, I was getting a different, indescribable pleasure. I understood that she enjoyed touching me, and I was very pleased to give her such an opportunity. The only thing I couldn't do was look at her. I stood in front of her with my panties down, she was doing whatever she wanted with my pussy, and I turned away and looked to the side and down, unable to raise my eyes to her.

— Show me your tits" — she said. I lifted my blouse so hastily that she chuckled slightly. "Don't tear off your bra, unbutton it" — Alina said jokingly. I couldn't hide my smile, but I still didn't dare look at her. I was happy about what was happening to me. Unbuttoning my bra, I exposed my breasts, holding the bra and blouse up at my chin. With her free hand, Alina began to touch them and praise them. I was basking and enjoying my own accessibility. I stood in front of her practically naked. Panties pulled down to my knees, and my blouse and bra — at my chin, and I was holding the hem of my skirt at my stomach. "Can I get completely undressed" — I asked, even surprising myself. I expected to hear permission, but instead, she asked a question. "Do you understand that if I allow you to undress, you will only be able to get dressed with my permission?

I didn't expect such a question, but I wanted so much to be naked in front of her that I nodded in response and very quickly took off everything except my sandals. I was happy. Alina touched me everywhere she wanted, stroked, caressed, pinched. I experienced several orgasms, not as intense as that night, but that didn't bother me at all. "The movie will end soon" — she said. "I will allow you to get dressed only if you kiss me. You know where. Do you understand?" Again, without looking at her, I nodded. But Alina wasn't satisfied with that. She took me by the chin, turned my face to her, and said: — "You have to say where you will kiss me." And looking into her eyes, I said: — "Alinochka, I will kiss your (I didn't know what to call what I was supposed to and wanted to kiss, but remembering what she called my pussy, I said) little pussy." "Little pussy is what you have" — Alina cut me off, — "And I have a pussy, which you will also enjoy." She put one foot on the toilet, I squatted down and began to kiss her through my own panties. And although I had never done anything like this before, I wasn't afraid of anything. I was pleased to give Alina pleasure. And I was also glad that Alina said I would still enjoy it, meaning this meeting wasn't the last. Alina moved the panties aside, and my lips rested against soft, wet, and hot flesh. Immediately, I added my tongue to my lips. Her juices flowed into my mouth. It was pleasant and tasty for me. I tried my best. I immediately loved it. Alina stroked my head, said something, but I didn't hear. Apparently, due to lack of experience, I didn't feel Alina's orgasm approaching, and so it happened suddenly for me. She pressed my head hard against her crotch and literally drowned me in her moisture.

And in this stream, I distinctly discerned a short, but hot and slightly salty trickle. Alina peed a little when she came. And again, this didn't upset me; on the contrary, it added pride in myself, for being able to give her such pleasure. I remained squatting and looked into her eyes. Like a little dog waiting for a command. "Did you swallow what got into your mouth?" she asked. I understood she meant her urine specifically. "Yes," I answered. "Stand up and get dressed" — she said. I quickly did everything. We left the toilet and went to the club. A little before reaching it, Alina led me into the bushes and said: — "I want to pee." I understood what I had to do, and again squatted down in front of her. "You obey me like a slave" — she said. "Why." This wasn't a question. It was more of a demand-proposal to become her slave. But agreeing to this wasn't difficult for me, as I already felt like her slave.

And squatting in front of her, I said, "I am your slave." And you know, it's one thing to feel like a slave, and quite another — to say it out loud in front of your Mistress. From that moment on, I stopped being afraid altogether. I had a Mistress who would decide everything for me, and all that was required of me was obedience and pleasure. The pleasure and joy of belonging to a Mistress — that's the best thing there is. Alina lifted her hem, moved her panties aside again, and said: — "Press really, really hard so not a single drop is lost. I will pee in portions so you can swallow calmly, but then you'll have to learn to let it go straight into your throat because peeing in portions is difficult." I pressed my mouth to her urethra and began to wait. I felt her gradually tensing, pushing the urine to the entrance. And the first trickle. It hit the roof of my mouth, but I skillfully worked my tongue to direct it into my throat and swallowed.

It didn't bother me at all that I was drinking someone else's urine. For me, the main thing was not to spill a single drop. The second trickle was a bit bigger, but I handled it very easily. The third stream, also large, I managed to swallow in three gulps, so it practically didn't stay in my mouth. Alina noticed this and praised me. "Let's try a longer one now" — she said. The fourth trickle was twice as long as the third, but I handled it easily. "Well, can I pee calmly now?" — she asked. I nodded. Alina peed for about a minute, and I didn't choke once. And when she finished, I thoroughly licked everything clean. Alina tidied herself up. She stepped away a few steps, and I continued to squat. I am a slave, and I haven't been allowed to stand up yet. I saw that Alina liked this. She let me go. We met again in Moscow, three days later.