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Virgin

By: Kryztel



Laying comfortably on his bed she reached up to kiss him. Her tongue stroked his lips and her hands roamed his back. He held her tightly and closed his eyes.

She let his tongue invade her mouth and stroke her gently. Her hands slowly stroked his body until he was rock hard. She reached around to lay her hand on his erection. He reached down and grabbed her wrist.

She drew back and looked at him, "something wrong?"

"Uhhh, I've never," he whispered. He couldn't finish the sentence. He was too embarrassed.

She smiled at him and kissed him lightly. "Don't worry, babe, let me show you." She got up off the bed and dimmed the lights. Next she turned on the stereo.

She turned back to him and he was sitting up now watching her. "Lay back darling." She flashed a smile at him and he lay down slowly. He put his arms under his head and watched her. She started to dance there in the middle of his bedroom. Lucky for him his parents weren't home.

After only a few minutes she started to remove her clothing, one piece at a time. He was enjoying it immensely. Once she was completely nude, she walked over to the bed and put her hands on her hips. "Let's get you out of those clothes and we can begin."

She knew he had the basics, sexual education was a wonder these days. Parents always got flustered when the subject came up.

In didn't take long for him to shed his clothes. Once he was naked she lay down beside him. She took one of his hands in hers and drew it up to her breast. She let it just rest there for a few moments. She smiled at him and used her hand over his to show him how she liked to be touched.

For several minutes she showed him how to please her breasts. Gently she guided his head to her breast and he began to suckle and lick and nip gently while he fondled the other with his hand. After a while he switched and gave the same treatment to the other breast. She began to moan. "Did I hurt you? Was I too rough? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I'm just enjoying it so. Don't stop. Please don't, I like it." He smiled up at her and continued. She moaned with earnest now. She started to move her hips and writhe about.

"I think it's time for lesson two." He looked up into her eyes and smiled shyly. "Don't worry, I'll teach you everything you need to know. Watch."

She spread her legs and let him see her. She lowered both hands to her pussy, with one she held her lips apart and with the other started to stroke herself. "Like this, it feels so good."

She continued to hold her lips apart and took his hand and placed it where hers had been seconds ago. Slowly and gently he rubbed up and down her pussy. "Draw little circles around my clit. Mmmmm, yeah like that. Now, do the same to my hole, okay? Ohhhh, yeah, that's it. Back and forth, clit and cunt. Ohh yeah baby, that's it. Very good. You're a natural. Little harder. Perfect!"

He did what she asked and she started to pump his hand. Suddenly she grabbed his hand and pulled it away. He looked up at his with confusion written all over his face. She smiled at him, "okay, same thing only now with your tongue. Just like you were doing before."

He lowered himself to place her pussy before his mouth. He looked up into her eyes one more time and went down on her. Slowly at first and when she started to moan and wiggle around he went faster. "Inside." He gently inserted on finger into her. It was hot and wet, he moved back and forth experimentally, she grew louder and moved more. She must like it. "More."

He inserted another finger and this made her even more crazy than before. Suddenly she was squeezing his fingers and calling out his name. Still he didn't let up. After a moment she pushed him away. He drew up beside her and looked at her. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, it's just that when I have an orgasm my pussy gets a little tender afterward."

"An orgasm, I gave you orgasm?"

"Sure did baby. Sure did. Your turn." She rolled onto her side and grasped his cock in her hand. Slowly she stroked it up and down. He moaned and closed hie eyes, she squeezed harder and pumped faster.

Just when he was starting to move his hips she let go. His eyes popped open and he looked at her. She moved down and took him into her mouth. Never before had he ever felt like this. It was a new experience and a new sensation. He closed his eyes and moaned.

She wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft and stroked while she sucked him. Instinctively he put his hands on the back of her head and used gentle pressure to guide her to where it felt best. It wasn't long before he was cumming. He told her and she didn't move, she just kept on. When he came she swallowed it all down. It was the most wonderful sensation he'd ever felt.

When he'd finished she came up and lay beside him. He held her close and kissed her, he could taste himself. "Thank you."

"Your welcome but we aren't finished yet." He looked down at his soft penis. "Not to worry, most men only take twenty minutes to recover." She smiled mischievously at him and lightly stroked his penis. He rolled her on top of him and kissed her. She kissed him back and began to rub herself on him causing him to become hard again.

He felt himself growing hard beneath her and smiled sheepishly at her. He began to push her away, she wouldn't let him. "Don't worry, it won't hurt."

She sat up and grasped his hard cock. She stroked it a bit before sliding down onto it. Once she was settled she started to bounce lightly and rock back and forth. She took his hands and placed them on her hips. It didn't take long before he caught the rhythm and started to move with her.

Abruptly she stopped. She lay down on him and kissed him. She rolled them both over so he was on top. She opened her legs and wrapped them around his waist. He looked down at her, she could tell he was a bit confused. "Just like before." He smiled and started to slowly and gently thrust into her. She helped him a little by using her legs and matching his rhythm.

"I won't break that easily. Little faster, little harder it okay. Just do what you want, I won't let you hurt me. I'll tell you if you do. Okay?"

"Okay." He thrust harder and faster. He found it made her squirm like before. So a little harder and a little faster again. He found that if he matched her rheumy it made her writhe and moan. He only thrust as hard and fast as she did.

It took only minutes before she was moaning like before. He'd brought her to another orgasm. When he felt his build up he stopped dead. "What's the, ohh, I know. Don't worry, I'm on the shot. It's okay, you can cum inside me."

"You sure it's okay?"

"Yes, absolutely. It's okay." He nodded and began to thrust again. It took only seconds before he was pouring himself into her. Once he was finished he slowly rolled off of her onto his side. She hopped up off the bed and he looked at her with questions in his eyes. "Just going to the bathroom before it leaks down my legs. Back in a sec."

She came back quickly and snuggled into his warm embrace. They chatted for an hour about the experience before she fell asleep in his arms. Good thing his parents weren't coming back for a few days. He wanted more of this. It felt good.

Virgin, 2001



I shut the bathroom door behind me as quietly as I could, lifting the toilet seat absentmindedly. I pissed long and hard in Sofie's bathroom. I was in Sofie's bathroom. Sofie! After, I ran the water and pretended to wash my hands as I opened the vanity mirror. It was an old habit of mine, collecting information about people that others would miss. I knew nothing about her besides that she had amazingly smooth skin, looked incredible clothed and naked, and kept about a year's supply of Tums and Alka-seltzer in her vanity. What in the world is Vagisil powder? I wondered as I snooped around the cabinet. I figured it had been about twenty seconds, which is what I deemed to be reasonable time to run the water as if I was washing up, so I shut off the tap and walked back to her bed. 

"Mmm, what time is it?" She didn't open her eyes.

"Sorry, did I wake you? It's about eight-thirty."

She rolled away from me and went back to sleep, leaving me with nothing to do but count the little moles on her back. She had a patch of dark-colored hair right beneath her shoulder blade and twenty-three dark moles that if I squinted my eyes just barely, looked like astronomical star shapes of Gemini or Taurus. I think she mentioned earlier that she was a Gemini. Perfect, perfect, perfect. 

The first time I saw her it was our freshman year in college at orientation. She had made me stare at her that day and every day since because of the way her hair hung down around her face, like a halo framing an angel. A fiery, red, burning, needing, wanting halo, around an angel. A Halo around an angel? Great, now I'm starting to sound like a Hallmark card.  It only took her 3 years, two months and twenty days to notice me back, but she did notice me, and that's what mattered. She noticed me, and now I was in her bed, with her, counting the moles on her back. Perfect. 

I replayed the scenes of last night over and over again in my head, making sure to memorize every detail, every embarrassing little giggle, every sigh and every touch until it was engraved in my memory. A story I would keep inside me and maybe someday share with my grandchildren on my death bed. It would be poetry. It would be the stuff of legends.

She had noticed me for the first time, last night, at Moe's, the only campus bar that was worth going to. I usually stopped by there every Tuesday with some of my buddies for a few drinks to lubricate the rest of the week. And there she had been, sitting at the bar with her legs that seemed to go on for miles, smoking a cigarette and twirling her hair around her finger. She was surrounded by several other guys anxiously hanging onto her every word, mesmerized by her as I had been for the past three years, two months, and twenty days. 

"Mike!" She called me. Me? "Mike! Come here! I never see you out!" She uncrossed her mile-long legs and got up to give me a friendly hug. Me?

"Hey Madison! It's good to see you. How are you?" I stumbled slightly, I think, into her hug. I had already had a few drinks, but I didn't want her to think less of me now that she had noticed. The men around her stopped talking and just waited for her to resume her spot, eyeing me, trying to determine if I would be a threat to their goals. 

"I'm grreeatt!" She half-sung. I could tell she had had a few also. "I can't believe you're here! You know, Dr. Fields pissed me off so much today. Could you believe he told me I was talking too much in class?" She frowned prettily. I could see the dark makeup shadowing her blue eyes and I think at that moment I became a man. 

"I mean, I don't think I was talking too much! I had important things to say!" She knew we had class together? "Do you think that I was talking too much today?" She turned the full gaze of her shiny eyes on me and I stammered.

"Oh! Where are my manners? Here, this is John, Steve, and Phil. Guys, this is Mike, we have Philosophy together." 

I shook their hands, and Phil grabbed mine a little too long and too hard. I could tell he liked her. 

"Mike, would you like a drink?" Sofie touched my sleeve, sitting back down and taking a sip of hers.

"I'd love one, thank you." 

I had come here with Peter, who was now standing in the corner by himself looking expectantly at me and half-cocking a smile. The next time I looked at him several minutes later he had left the bar and left me to my own resources.

This is the part where my memory begins to get a little fuzzy and I have to work hard to push past all the blackness. It all comes back to me in little snippets and flashes of time. I wish I could remember more than I am now, but just laying here, wrapped in her feather comforter, with her next to me, I am content to never remember anything more than this moment. I know that maybe in a few minutes, or if I am luck in a few hours, she will wake up and then she will remember everything – embarrassed me, the fuzzy night, the awkwardness that followed after. I wonder if she will think of me badly, if she will remember a different memory and see me with disgust. But I was here now. I tried to smell her hair without waking her. Lavender. Perfect.

"You know, I think I have to tell you a secret". 

"Oh, a secret? And so soon? But we've just met!" she joked, taking a swig of her drink. "Hey bartender, shots! Please!" she yelled across the bar. "What's the secret??" Her eyes were wide with excitement. 

"No, Sofie, you're crazy. I am sooo drunk right now, and you want more shots??" The other guys had left us much earlier, realizing they couldn't compete with her attention to me. It made me feel good, knowing at least for one night she wanted to talk to me, even if it had taken her three years, two months, and twenty days. I was an adrenaline bomb. I was brave. And maybe a little stupid. "I have a secret. And you cant laugh, ok?" She was already giggling. "I kind of have a little crush on you".

"You do???" she was pretending to be serious. "How big of a crush??" Her eyes were big again.

"Just a small one," I squeezed my thumb and index fingers together, "not even this much." 

She burst out laughing. "Only that much? That's wonderful! I think we should toast to that!"

Snippets and dark spots. Her laughing. Her playing with her hair. Each of us buying a round, arguing about whose father makes more and who therefore is responsible for buying the next round. I didn't tell her that these drinks probably cost more than what my father made in a week. Sofie was amazingly good at playing pool and holding a cigarette in her mouth while shooting. She was impressive. More snippets. Her holding my sleeve and laughing again. Sofie being serious while telling me about her childhood, her mother's tragic death, how she was somewhat glad she had died before she was old enough to hate her. 

Last call. The lights came on and we had to leave. I didn't say anything. Hoping, hoping, hoping. We started walking in the direction of her apartment, talking still. It amazed me how much she could talk and smoke at the same time. She had said something earlier about an oral fixation, but I had taken it as her making a dirty joke. We were at the entrance to her building and we were still talking. She wasn't stopping. She held the door open for me, naturally, and we stumbled up her stairs. She tripped forward and hit her knee, ripping her stocking and cutting her skin. She only leaned over and laughed even louder, holding her knee, her hair falling around her head so for a minute I didn't think she was hurt.

"Sofie! You ok?" I blamed myself for not catching her. Now she would never want to be with me. 

"Yea yea, I'm fine, come on before someone calls the cops. I'm starving. Can you cook?"

She slammed open the door to her dark apartment. "Whoops!" she giggled. 

She insisted on crepes. Crepes from scratch. We stumbled around her kitchen breaking egg shells and accidently pouring flour all over the floor. I remember the flour because she mostly spilled it on me, and only after I shook it off did it end up on the floor. We never even cooked the crepes; she just took a drink and went to her bedroom, sitting in the dark on the floor.

"Ohh wow! Is there an earth quake? Because the floor is trying to fall!" She held her head between her hands, leaning her back against her bed. 

I flipped on the light and shut the door behind me, hoping not to wake her roommate. If she wasn't awake by now, it'd be a miracle. 

"Shhh," I grabbed her hands in mine and looked at her as she tried to focus on my face. I couldn't focus on her either, the only thing that kept me from drowning was the puddles on her face. "Are you ok? Do you need something?" 

"Yea, just tell the floor to stay still!" She moaned. "Can you stay with me to make sure I don't fall again?"

We sat on the floor like that for what seemed like hours more. I told her about growing up in my small neighborhood and about my eccentric grandmother from Greece. Sofie said she had an eccentric uncle who made Ouzo in his cellar. 

"Ok," she said getting up, "I feel much better!" she climbed into her bed and got under the covers. I stood up as well and stood awkwardly in her room, looking around, hands deep inside my pockets. 

"I painted that," she had noticed me looking at the painting above her bed.

"Wow, I really like it," I was impressed. I think I was in love. 

The painting was of a woman, whose figure looked like a wine glass. It was of the back of her, so all you see is the silhouette of the woman/wine glass embedded in deep, dark, red, thick strokes. Strokes of paint that seemed to have a purpose and to have been placed onto the paper lovingly by their creator. I looked at her hands next. Hands of creation, hands of love. I think at that moment I compared her to God and imagined He must have similar hands, made to create. I don't remember if I did.  

"Sit down!" she ordered. "You standing there and analyzing my room is making me nervous."

I sat.

"Here, take some of the blanket, you have to be cold. I'm freezing! I'm so cold. So cold and uncomfortable! Pffftt!" She moved under the covers and next thing I knew, her stockings and skirt were flying across the room. She threw them into her closet from the bed. Her bra came next. I stopped breathing. 

I pretended to be interested in what she was saying. What is she talking about!? Concentrate! She suddenly stopped talking and for the second time turned the full stare of her puddle eyes on me. 

"What?" I asked. I realized we were lying on her huge bed side-by-side, cheeks on the same pillow, huddled under the same red quilt. I became stupid again. I became brave. 

I judged the distance to the door from the bed, should I have to leave very quickly. It wasn't too far. I didn't have to lean far to kiss her. And then… she was kissing me back. I was in Sofie's bed, under her blanket, she was mostly naked, we were kissing… Wow… I am a legend. 

The kiss was…. Perfect. 

I don't remember much after that, I wish I did. Clothes were flying everywhere, I wasn't certain of who's. Earrings were taken off. Glasses placed aside. I felt her throw something across the room that landed with a thud. We were kissing, kissing, kissing. Maybe we were moving, maybe not, but we were kissing. If I shifted, it was with her kissing me. If she moved, we were kissing. I never kissed so much in my life. I never knew how amazing just kissing could be. I never knew you could drown from kissing. 

I think she was saying my name. Or maybe I was saying hers. We were kissing, it was muffled. We were a mountain of skin and sweat and kiss under the feathered Red Sea. We were a ripple. We were a tidal wave. And then the storms died down.

I tried, nothing. I looked down and saw her perfect naked body, waiting in anticipation. Nothing. I moved against her, praying. Nothing. What is wrong with me?? I screamed in my head. I was with the most perfect creature I could imagine, and I was about to ruin it all.

"I am so sorry," I breathed. "This has never happened to me."

She tried. Nothing. 

"Let's just go to sleep. I'm really tired." She didn't look at me. "Is that ok?"

No no no! What is going on??

"Of course," I moved to cover myself. "I'm so sorry." 

She had already turned her back to me and wrapped the blanket around her legs, leaving me with an image of what could have been. 

I couldn't stop replaying the embarrassing images in my mind. I traced the mole patters on her back absently. What went wrong? Sofie suddenly turned over and opened the pools that were her eyes. 
 "Ugh… I feel like shit," she held her hand over her eyes. "Why is it so fucking bright in here? What time is it?"

"It's around 11," I said. "How are you feeling?"

There was a knock on the bedroom door. 

"Sofie, sweetie? Are you awake?"

"Oh shit shit shit! Oh no!" Sofie whispered, suddenly jumping up, fumbling for cltohes. "Shiitt!! Yea sweetie, I'm awake but I just got out of the shower, could you come back a little later?"

"Sofie, why is your door locked? Can I come in?"

"Shhiitt!" she whispered. "I need you to hide!" she threw my pants at me. "In the closet! Now! Go!" 

I was still re-living last night in my thoughts so all of this came as a panicked surprise. I instantaneously felt guilty, hiding in her closet between her fur coat unsure of what I was hiding from. 

I couldn't see anything in the dark, only heard muffled voices. 

"Hi darlin'!" the male voice boomed. "I came to surprise you with coffee!"

I couldn't hear what Sofie said in return and for a while they were too quiet for me to hear.

"Aw baby, come on! Why not? You're driving me crazy right now!" 

Apparently, he was capable of doing what I was unable to. 

"Ok babe, alright. I'll wait for you downstairs, but don't take forever again, ok? IHOP serves the pancakes that I like only until 1 so hurry your sweet little ass up!"

She opened the closet door. I can only imagine what I must have looked like in there. Scrawny, a little too hairy, completely naked and hiding in fur. The name puppy dog comes to mind. She didn't explain anything, just rushed around putting clothes on, hiding evidence, impatiently waiting for me as I slipped my legs through my pants. 

She pushed me out the door to her apartment, mumbling about the mess in the kitchen on the way out.

"No!" she hissed. "Go out the back door!" She pointed in the other direction and then left down the main stairs. 

I felt like a criminal. I felt confused. I felt elated and angry and betrayed all at once. The emotions were overwhelming on my walk of shame home. I went to my bedroom and slept them off. 

Three hours, one shower, one pizza order and one joint later I received a text message from Sofie.

I'm so sorry 4 earlier! It was my b/f. I didn't know he would cum over so early! I never expected 4 us 2 sleep 2gether. Am I a horrible person 4 not telling u that I had a b/f? Does this make me evil? 

I read the message several times. No mention of us. No mention of me. What did I expect, for her to invite me over for coffee?

No, I texted her back. You're perfect. 



Virgin!



"Are you sure this is how you want to spend your vacation?" my friend Claire asked. She had taken me to the airport. "You are a beautiful woman and I am sure you can find a man who would want to be with you without spending all this money."

"We've talked about this." I replied. "I am a 30-year-old virgin, Claire. I don't want to just lose it for the sake of losing it with some man who is not going to make it really good. I want it to be a complete experience. I think this is the best way for me." I gave her a quick hug and was off on my adventure.

I am not an ugly woman, in fact, I am quite attractive. I am 5'7" and I have dark blond hair that I wear shoulder length, large blue-green eyes, a small nose and a big smile. I exercise regularly and am in very good shape. My breasts are my own. I have always thought them a little too large at 34 D, but that's what I have been given and I accept that. 

My mother and grandmother raised me and I went to all-girl schools throughout my education, including college. I have a job that I love that keeps me comfortable financially but work mainly around women. I don't get a lot of opportunity to meet men and, when I do, I don't know how to act socially. I don't know how to attract men. I have been out on a few dates but found it awkward, so have since avoided it. I am not sexually attracted to women: my life has been chaste.

I had found a site on the Internet about a resort for women to have their sexual fantasies fulfilled and I had explored it and researched it for the past year. As a birthday present to myself I had decided to try it. I had followed all the instructions, I was on the pill and I could always back out at anytime. As I was a virgin, I had been sent a kit of dildos in varied sizes to insert into myself so that I would be stretched. I had found this exciting and had even made myself cum on a few occasions. I knew that after this experience I would use them on a regular basis. The resort was close to home: an island in the San Juan's.

This was a very thought out decision, just like I have lived my life. I was going to the resort a virgin and would come away from the experience a completed woman.

I arrived at the Seattle airport and there was a tall handsome blonde man dressed casually with a sign that had my name on it. When I approached, he looked a little surprised.

"Hi, I think you are looking for me." I said. He asked to see my ID and reservation ticket.

"Come right this way." We got my luggage and then went to a black BMW. "Please join me in the front seat" he said. He opened the car door for me and helped me in.

As we were driving to the ferry, he said, "I have read your profile and am surprised. I wasn't expecting someone that looks like you." I smiled and asked him what he had expected. "Oh, I don't know. Your picture was just a face. I guess I was expecting someone without as much self confidence".

"So you know my story? I am very nervous about all of this." I said. 

He smiled, "Don't worry. This is going to be fun for you and us."

"Us?" 

"Yeah, you will have four men to make your fantasy come true. I am one of yours."

"Oh," I replied with some concern.

To make me feel more comfortable he started talking about the resort and the island. The time flew and we soon arrived. There it was: a rambling wood structure with multiple wings nestled in a grove of old growth cedar.

"Lets get you settled," he said. 

He took my luggage in through the entry and then we went through a large door. "This is your wing. You will not see the lobby again until you leave at the end of your time with us."

We entered my wing. There was a great room with all the amenities: a large rock fireplace with comfortable couches around it and a wide-open space with a tub by the windows over looking the ocean.

"The sleeping area is in the loft. Lets go unpack for you." He took my luggage up. There was a huge bed with a view of the ocean. It was covered all in white.

"That is in honor of this being your first time," he said as he ran his hand down my back. The walls and ceiling were all mirrors and I could see myself at every angle. Alex opened my suitcase and looked through it. "I don't think you will be needing any of this," he said as he put it in the cupboard.

"Now let me help you get more comfortable before you meet the rest of the guys." He slowly began undressing me. I had to remind myself that this is what I paid for as a hot blush crawled up my skin. He was looking at me so intently and touching me gently as he first unzipped my dress and slid it off of my arms. He turned me towards the mirrored wall.

"Watch while I undress you. Look at yourself. You have a beautiful body," he said as I watched him run his hands down my sides. He unfastened my bra, slid it off and let it fall to the floor. While standing behind me, he gently cupped my breasts in his hands and ran his fingers over my nipples.

"You've never had a man do this before, have you? Look how hard your nipples are getting when I roll them in my fingers." I could feel a tug down to my mound. He then reached down and pulled my panty hose and panties off until I was standing naked in front of the mirror. He ran his hands from my breasts down to my hips and pressed himself against my back. I could feel that he was hard.

"This is going to be so much easier than I thought. Can you feel how hard I am in anticipation of fulfilling your fantasy? " He pressed himself more firmly against me and touching the hair on my mound. "I hope you are getting wet thinking about what is going to happen to you." 

He helped me put on a white satin robe then took me downstairs. There were three men sitting on the couch. "Guys, I want you to meet Lynn. She is our pleasure." He untied the robe, opened it and let it slide to the floor. I was standing naked in front of four very attractive men. I felt the blush start at my neck and worked its way up my face and down to my breasts. I was so very nervous. I had never had one man see me nude, let alone four.

"You can remember us by the letters of the alphabet: I am Alex, your main guide and this is Ben, Charles and Dave. We have never had a virgin before." They were all smiling at me.

"We are going to start by helping you to relax. Lets go to the bath first."

Everyone rose and I was led to a soaking tub large enough for all of us. Alex helped me in.

"Sit right there while we undress for you." They each undressed in turn until they were only wearing thongs that just covered their manhood. My mouth went dry.

"We are going to take this slow for you, but not too slow because we want you to get the benefit of your time with us." They all came into the water with me and washed my body. They ran their hands over me and then lifted me out and placed me on a table by the side of the pool.

"We will start by giving you a massage and shaving you in preparation for taking you: we want to see all of you." Alex said. "There is trust in bondage, Lynn. We want you to know you can trust us," He said as he put a blindfold over my eyes so that I could not anticipate what was coming next. They gently tied me to the table. The table was electric and separated into segments to support each part of my body. The arms and legs could be moved in any direction. It was covered in a very soft fabric that felt like silk against my skin. I felt hands on my head as someone gently began massaging the tightness in my scalp and neck, and my feet and legs were each being massaged by different hands. The legs of the table slowly separated until I could feel myself spread.

"I am going to shave you now, Lynn. You will feel me touch you. Have you ever had a man touch you here before?" Alex asked. 

"No" I replied. 

"I am so happy to be the first, Lynn." I could feel something warm being spread over my pudenda and a hand running over my mound and down between the cheeks of my bottom. Slowly he spread the shaving gel, it was warming and he was so gentle. I felt hands going to each of my breasts as they, too, were being massaged.

"It is very important for you to hold still while I do this. Relax." 

So easy for him to say, I thought, as the sensation of having my breasts stroked and my mound touched at the same time unnerved me. I could feel the razor slowly start at the top of my mound and pull the hair away. Then down the sides of my lips and around the crack of my bottom. Then I felt him lift one of my lips and shave the inside so close to my button.

"That no man has ever touched you before is making me very hot, Lynn." he said as he continued to shave me. The warmth felt so good as did his fingers touching me. I could feel warm water rinsing me as he removed all of my hair and the shaving cream. He ran his fingers down the inside of my lips and back up, never touching my button. "You are so smooth. You feel wonderful."

"What would you like us to do next, Lynn?" Alex said, as I felt warm mouths sucking on my breasts and his fingers lightly stroking me. "Can I taste you, Lynn?" My body was tingling and hot from their administrations. 

"Oh, Please!" I then felt a warm tongue on the side of my lips. Up and down my slit, not touching my button, just circles around it and lips sucking each of my labia into a warm and wet mouth. My body involuntarily arched into his face as he slowly licked me.

My body was being touched all over, my nipples and breasts were being licked and sucked; I was feeling a sensuality like I had never experienced before. Finally his tongue found my clit and I moaned with the pleasure of it. He sucked with his lips and his tongue flicked over my hot button, over and over again. The tug inside of me was amazing as they all continued to touch my body. I could feel the pressure build as my muscles tightened and my whole womanhood was ready to explode in my first man-made orgasm. I could feel my skin twitch, expand and contract as I moaned. He did not let up on sucking me and it became almost painful as my orgasm spread over me, the pleasure was so intense.

"Oh, Lynn, that was wonderful. We are all going to have so much fun!" Alex said as Dave removed my blindfold. I was lying there with eight hands on my body, knowing these men had watched me cum. I was untied from the table. 

"You are so wet, Lynn. Feel yourself." Ben said as he moved my hand down to my mound. "Put your fingers there and feel how wet you are. Yes, like that, now rub them back and forth...I am going to be the first to enter you and you need to be very wet for me. We need to do this now, so that you can experience everything. We don't want you too sore, but you will be," he said with a smile. He removed his thong and his shaft was long and wide and very erect. I was a little frightened, I knew that if I said to stop at anytime, they would, but I would be taken back to Seattle and sent home: it was part of the contract.

Ben took me by the hand and led me up to the bedroom. The others followed. "We will all be with you the whole time, so just relax."

I lay down on the bed with my head in Alex's lap and my hips at the bottom edge and Charles and Dave sat at each side. They placed pillows under my lower back so my hips were elevated to the level of Ben's waist. Alex bent over and kissed and stroked my face, while Charles and Dave each lifted one of my legs up until I was spread for Ben. They each stroked one of my breasts. Ben walked up to me. 

"This seems almost clinical doesn't it, Lynn?" He said. He positioned a large warm light on my mound so that I could see myself in the mirrors. "See how much I want you?" he said as he showed me his hard, hard, rod. He rubbed the head of his large shaft up and down my slit to make it very moist and then placed it at the entrance to my virgin hole.

"Did you use the dildo's as you were instructed, Lynn?" he asked. His finger found my button and slowly made circles on it as he slowly pushed his tip into me. 

"Watch it go into you, Lynn" Alex said. "This is your first time, relax, now." It was so hard to relax as they all were touching me and I felt so in need. I arched towards Ben as he played with my button. I again felt the building of a climax approaching.

"Okay, I am going in now, Lynn. Feel me enter you." He pushed himself in until his head was in me. He was much wider than the dildos I had been given. It felt so tight and he groaned and seemed to grow larger. 

"We still wanted you to have the virgin experience, Lynn. That is why we gave you smaller dildos then our cocks. But we also wanted you to experience the true loss of your virginity." He pulled out and pushed again, a little more each time until we both felt him stretch me as wide as I had ever been. He pulled out and put his finger in and gently stretched me, using circles to open me up more. 

"Oh, you beautiful woman, it will hurt some, but you are so wet. I am going to go back in and push through and then just wait inside you until you're ready for more" he said.

He again positioned the head of his shaft at my entryway and pushed in. I could feel myself stretched beyond my limit and I arched into him hard as the other three held me. They caressed my body as Ben sunk his shaft all the way into me with a moan of extreme pleasure. 

"You are so tight and so warm and so wet. Are you ready for me to keep going?"

"Yes, oh yes, don't stop, please don't stop" I rasped, as he began to pull back and then push in again. Dave and Charles started playing with my clit as Alex sucked on my nipples and Ben pumped into me. I could feel another climax building and Ben started going faster and faster. I could feel myself move over the hard skin of his tool as he pumped his hips into me. The feeling was so much more intense having a real man and not a dildo in my virgin hole that I again had a crashing orgasm and felt Ben's cum rush into me. He was just as turned on as I was. 

"Keep going guys, you next, Dave" said Alex as Ben and Dave changed places.

Dave entered me quickly. He was longer than Ben and I could feel him all the way inside as he pumped his hips in circles around and around, stretching me more and more with each thrust. I came again and then I could feel him cum, too. Charles was up and poised over me just as Dave pumped his raging orgasmic load into me. He entered me in one hard stroke and he was so thick it felt like I was being opened to the limit. I could feel all of the cum that had been shot into me run down the crack of my bottom. Ben moved to my head as Charles pumped into me hard. I was moaning and arching, feeling more animal than woman as I came again. 

Last it was Alex's turn. He went very slow and pushed the head of his penis into me and then out, teasing me. "I want you to climb my pole, Lynn. I want you to want it more than anything." I was so tired, and I had cum so many more times than I was use to that it was very difficult, and then I felt a finger go into my back door and I raised up onto Alex's long shaft and I was being entered in both my holes at the same time! It felt so good I lost myself to just being a sexual being and I climbed his pole over and over again until I came again.

"You're not a virgin, any more, Lynn." Charles said. "You have much more to experience and we are all excited to teach you." I was so satiated that I did not know what could possibly be better. I dozed, definitely looking forward to the next few days.

I slowly awakened, feeling someone touching my hair and so very hot. The dreams I had been having were very sensual and of having someone inside of me. I stretched and remembered what had happened to me just hours before and was surprised to feel a coolness between my legs. I opened my eyes and could see the glow of the pink and orange clouds shimmered off the water around the island. It must be sunset. I looked up and saw Dave. His black hair reflected the light from the window and his golden skin was beautiful. 

"It's time to wake up, Lynn," he said while he smiled at me and brushed my hair. "We have much planned for you this evening and we need to feed you."

I stretched and could feel something between my legs - it was very cool and made me feel very full. I looked down. There was something inside of me. Dave laughed. "We have been keeping you cool down there." He reached down and pulled a dildo out of me. "We didn't want you to be too sore so we have been keeping you cool while you slept. Here, let me put a different one in you."

He went to the small refrigerator and took out a large yellow latex dildo, much larger than the one he had just removed. He put it in his mouth and covered it with saliva and then came over to me and spread my legs and gently started pushing it in. The feeling of it sliding into me was like a very large, cold cock but it went smoothly in with his saliva and the wetness from me. I could not believe how wet I was, I could feel it between my legs and down my crack. He smiled and slowly pulled it out and pushed it in until I found myself wanting to be fucked once again.

Alex walked in with a basin of water. "Let's clean you up before we feed you, my love." He sat the basin down and took a washcloth and washed my face very gently. Around my eyes and over my cheeks and behind my ears the cool cloth circled. It was almost as sensual as being touched in more intimate places. He reached over and placed a kiss on my nose. "I bet the last time someone washed you was your mother. I promise this will be nothing like what she did." 

He washed down my neck and reached my breasts. He washed the top and then lifted their heaviness and washed under them. He grabbed my nipples with the cloth and rubbed them until they stood high and hard. He left them damp and softly blew on them to make then dry, sending pulsations down to my pelvis and I could feel it begin to engorge with blood again. 

As he finished each part of my body, he would kiss me and then Dave applied a scented body lotion, gently rubbing it into my skin. He also paid special attention to my breasts and my large nipples, twirling them between his fingers and I could feel my vagina spasm around the cool dildo. Alex continued to wash me - my stomach, my legs and my feet. 

"Lets roll you over and get your back, too." He and Dave rolled me over as they washed my back and applied the lotion. Alex washed down my crack, washing into my hole and Dave oiled it, reaching inside to make me groan. "Come on now, into the bathroom." Dave pulled the cool dildo out of me and they walked with me to the bathroom. 

"We have a bidet." The water temperature was just lukewarm and Dave washed me and sprayed the water over and into my perineum, using his hand to make sure all the soap was washed off. He then oiled it, just as he had oiled my other hole, reaching deep inside. 

"You really don't need this, do you? You are so very wet on your own". He pulled out something that looked like a large cotter pin: it was made of stainless steel and was inlaid with ebony stripes. It had two long stems that looped at the ends; they formed an open loop at the top. 

"Here, I am going to slip this over you. He bent down and slowly sucked on my clit until it was hard and then slipped the long ends over my inside lips, with the top loop holding my clit up. 

"This jewelry looks wonderful on you. It will keep you hard, just as a cock ring will keep me hard. Do you know what a cock ring is like?" Of course I had an idea but had never seen one. He smiled. "We have lots of toys we are going to share with you and help you enjoy and then you will take them home with you to enjoy there."

"Tonight you are going to learn how to suck a man. We will not enter you with our cocks again until tomorrow. Tonight we will teach you what a man enjoys and how to make him cum with your lips and tongue and teeth, just as we will make you cum with ours. Now it is dinner time."




Virgin!



Ben and Charles walked into the bedroom carrying dinner and as they fed me, Alex and Dave petted my body. I had not had this luxury in my life and was enjoying it so much. I was hot and wet. The feeling of my clit standing and being stroked every so often was making me hotter and hotter. I found it very difficult to concentrate on dinner when something was put in my mouth as my nipples were being squeezed. I found I was tightening andrelaxing my vagina and so wanted to feel filled again. 

After dinner, they cleared away the dishes and then all came and stood in front of me, naked. Each of their cocks was different and beautiful. Charles stepped forward. 

"You will learn to suck cock with me." He said. "See my cock, how thick it is? This is my foreskin, when you push it back you can see how dark the head of my cock is. I want you to touch and explore it, Lynn." He took me to a chair by the window. It was just the right height for him to stand in front of me and have his shaft in my face. It had a concave front so that my pussy was completely open. He was semi-erect and there was a metal ring around his balls, which hung very low. He put my hand on him and showed me how to pull his foreskin back. I ran my finger around the inside of that skin and it felt so good and he began to grow. 

"No, Lynn. I want to grow big in your mouth so that you get the whole experience. I don't want you to use you hands yet. Kiss it, Lynn." I looked at him and what he was offering and reached forward and kissed it. "The most sensitive part is the head and right at the back below the head. Now I want you to take it in your mouth and slide along it and feel it grow."

I put my lips around his shaft, getting it very wet with my saliva and then slowly glided down as far as I could go and then came back up to the head. Using my tongue and lips, I pushed the skin off of the head. It was so silky smooth and his rod was growing and growing. My tongue circled the head, pushing as far under the skin as it could get and circled the head of his cock and he continued to grow harder and harder in my mouth.

He was moaning and telling me "Yes, yes, suck on it Lynn, harder." I couldn't believe how hard he was and how big. My mouth was full. "Suck on my balls, now.." and I went down to his scrotal sack and licked it and gently sucked the skin into my mouth. I could feel the hardness of his balls as his cock rested on my forehead. I sucked one ball into my mouth and the power of it made his cock jump against me as he moaned and pushed towards my face. I liked this, I really liked this! He was enjoying what I was doing to him. I nibbled and kissed up the side of his shaft along the large vein where I could feel his pulse and finally came to the head of his cock again. With my hand I cradled his balls and began to knead them gently as my tongue circled his cock. I sucked on the head and then began to fuck his cock with my mouth, catching the ridge on my lips. My tongue found the spot in back and massaged it as I rhythmically sucked up and down his shaft. It was a delight to have him pump into my mouth. He was so large and I could feel the head of him at the back of my throat as he moaned in pleasure.

Suddenly I could feel a tongue licking my erect button around the clit clamp. It was following the rhythm of Charles and I found myself pushing into that tongue and increasing the suck on Charles. 

"Take it, baby, I am going to cum!" Charles breathlessly said as he pumped harder and faster into my mouth. "I want you to swallow it all - your desert from dinner." 

I pushed his balls against his body and he arched and pushed in and out, faster and faster into my mouth. The tongue on my clit was flicking and the mouth was sucking and I came, hard, my head pushing forward and my jaw clamped down involuntarily on the cock in my mouth. Charles let out a deep grown, deep from his balls and it roared out of him as I felt the thick cum shoot in spurts down my throat. I swallowed quickly so as not to drown in the slightly bitter taste of his cum and he arched into my face hard and I felt cum shooting on each of my breasts and my pubic area as the three other men also reached their orgasms watching me suck Charles and Dave having licked me to another best. 

Charles smiled at me. "I got that virgin hole, Lynn. You are going to be an expert before this is through." He leaned down and kissed me, tasting him on my lips and then sucked my mouth to get the full taste of his own cum. I leaned back in the chair, barely able to move as Ben picked me up and carried me to the shower. 

All four men joined me and again washed my body. Alex removed the clit clamp and washed inside of me. I got out of the shower and was dried.

"To bed, now. Tomorrow is another day. We have much to do." I lay down and the four men joined me. I slowly fell asleep while each gently stroked my body. 

"Dreaming, I must be dreaming," I thought to myself. I was so hot and I felt hands on my body and a deep trilling inside me. I slowly opened my eyes and two dark heads were sucking on my breasts and I could feel something stroking my button. I was so wet and so turned on that my hips involuntary were raising and lowering. The sun was coming in the window and my body was warm, not only with the heat of the sun but the internal fire of being turned on. Suddenly someone entered me, hard and long and I could feel myself clamp down. I was so filled with the movement of the shaft inside of me, hard in and out, pumping inside of me. I reared up with the depth of my orgasming muscle spasms and let out a moan from such intense feeling as I came, bucking against the hard rod inside of me. He kept pumping, in and out, long hard strokes until I could feel him shoot a hot stream inside of me. The mouths were holding me down by my breasts.

"Good morning, Lynn," Alex said as he pulled his shaft from inside of me. "We have a wonderful day planned for you." 

My body was already covered in a sheen of sweat. As Alex told me of his plans for the day he was stroking my womanhood, from the opening of my vagina to the top of my button. I was so wet from being turned on, his cumming and my cumming, it made wet sucking noises as his fingers played with me - stroking and then entering me at times. I really couldn't comprehend anything he said but just shook my head in agreement. "Anything, anything at all," I agreed as all my thoughts were centered on what that hand was doing to me.

"Up on your knees, babe." Charles said as he helped roll me over. He entered me in one hard stroke pushing me towards Ben's tall, strong manhood. My lips wrapped around his shaft as Charles pumped long and hard inside me. "Meet me, now, Lynn, push on me. Push it all the way in you" I rocked on my knees and hands as Charles stroked my hole and Ben fucked my mouth. 

"Practice what you're learning, suck me hard, Ahhh, yes...." The frenzy of riding the two hard cocks and being filled was amazing. Faster and faster and harder and harder we went until Charles exploded inside me and my jaw clamped down hard as I came and Ben shot into my mouth and pulled out and continued to spurt on my chin and breasts...This was all so new and so amazing that I could do this with these men. 

Dave came in with breakfast. "Here, my dear, you'll need this to have energy for the day" He sat down and fed me. Breakfast in bed.

"You know, I get your last virgin hole, Lynn," Dave said. "Look at this long, thick cock. It is going to slide in your puckered flower just as soon as you're done with breakfast. " He stroked his cock with his hand, slowly so that I could see the whole thing. His hand ran over the head and he oozed a clear fluid. I was fascinated in watching him and mesmerized by what he was doing. "Just as soon as you are done, we are ready for you." He got up and left.

I finished breakfast and Alex said, "Time to get cleaned up for the day. You need to shave your pussy and get it all smooth. I want you to do this every day from now on Lynn. It will make you aware of your womanhood all the time."

He took me into the mirrored shower and showed me the best way to shave my pussy - across the mons and down the side of each lip and then how to get inside the lips so that there was no hair left. He had me pull and push the lips around so that I wouldn't cut myself and how to bend over to get the few stray hairs around my bottom and to feel the smoothness of it while I shaved so I would know what it would feel like on a man. He shaved my legs and under my arms and we washed our bodies as we talked of many things and had a great deal of fun getting ready for the day.

"I shave my balls, Lynn so that when you suck on me I can feel it better. Shave my balls for me, Lynn." I shaved him and felt them to make sure they were as smooth as I was. I sucked on the skin and pulled it into my mouth and loved the sensation of it. I kissed the head of his cock and sucked it quickly.

"It's beautiful, Alex, and tasty.." I smiled and he laughed at me.

"I think you are beginning to understand, Lynn. This is all for fun and you need to have fun while you do it. Sex really isn't that serious. It is to feel good. Total pleasure." He gave me a light spank on my bottom. "Lets get downstairs, more fun awaits!"

He led me down to the great room. The table from the day before was set on the deck outside. The men were lounging and drinking coffee, totally nude and in different states of erection.

"All ready for me, Lynn?" Dave asked as he got up. "Just lie on the table on your stomach, we'll take it from there."

It really was an interesting table. It could be adjusted in so many ways. I lay down, my body was supported but my breasts were free to hang. "Okay here we go!" The table was all electrically controlled by foot. The center rose as the legs dropped down and spread. I was totally supported but totally exposed. 

The other men pulled their chairs close. The sun was on my back and made me warm. Dave ran his hands over my back and gently massaged me. "Are you having a good time?" He asked.

"I have never had a better time in my life - I had no idea what I have been missing!" I replied as I felt hands massage my bottom. He massaged each cheek and then ran his hands down my bottom fold, gently teasing the little opening with the tip of his finger.

He had a table of items next to him. "I am going to put these little gold balls inside you, Lynn. They are called Ben Wah balls. Your job is to keep them in there but with what I am going to do, that will be difficult so I am going to put them in and then push this plug into you. You won't be able to able to push it out because it catches on your pubic bone inside." He stroked me to get my juices going and inserted everything into my vagina. "Now I am going to put this little vibrator on your clit, not too fast, but just enough to add interest." I feel it begin to buzz me and squirm a little. It felt good, but I could tell it was not enough to make me cum.

Dave's hands again began to massage my bottom. "I am going to add some lubrication, I don't want to rip you, but I am very large for a first time. We'll take it very slow. Now here comes my finger, first." His finger entered my bottom slowly and began to make small, tight circles. He pushed it in until it hit the inner muscle and played with it, just putting the tip in and then out, a little further each time, making bigger and bigger circles. It felt so good, another new experience.

"Just relax and let me do it, Lynn. I want to hear your pleasure. Let me hear you, don't keep it in. Sound is such a wonderful part of lovemaking. If you want me to do something more, let me know. Tell me how good it feels, babe," he said as he continued to play with me.

I relaxed and gave him my moans and told him how good it felt - I kept up the dialogue as he told me how he enjoyed playing with me. I could feel the wetness between my legs.

The men all were slowly playing with their cocks as they watched what Dave was doing to me. "I am going to put it into you while it is still a little soft and then grow inside you." he said as he put the head of his cock to my puckered hole. The head pushed in and it was so tight. "Push against me babe, that's right, relax and push." I pushed as I felt the head of his cock enter my little opening. I felt so stretched and it hurt so good. He pulled back and pushed again, harder up against my inner ring. The head just continued to push and pull back until it popped inside that little muscle and I was stretched so big and I gripped his shaft so tight. I felt so full. He pulled back a little until I could feel the pressure of the ridge of his cock pull on the inside and he then pushed in further. I could feel him inside my vagina where the balls and plug were and even on the vibrator on my button giving its slow, gently buzz.

His hands were on my back as he slowly rocked back and forth in my passage and I let him know how I was feeling through my moans and ahhhs. He was growing bigger and bigger and I was being stretched further and further. He went in deeper until he was completely in my bottom.

"Do you want more, Lynn? Do you want me to pump into you, tell me..." he said as he slowly pulled out.

"Yes, give me more, please pump into me!" I could barely talk with the sensations in my hind regions. He began to pump me harder and I could feel myself arching with all the sensations racing over and through me. My orgasm began, I could feel myself grip his cock hard as he went in and out and I spasmed and jerked with the exquisite release. After I was done, he increased his speed until he shot his load high into me, jerking over my body, holding tight and squeezing my cheeks - it was amazing to be filled there and I pushed back hard on his shaft. Leaving it inside me, he lay over my back and kissed it, slowly going in and out until he pulled back to the ridge of him was at my little muscle and then he pulled out hard, making a sucking sound. I moaned with the pleasure-pain of it.

Charles quickly got up and put the head of his shaft into my bottom and then just rode that little muscle pushing in and then pulling all the way out fast until he, too came in me. 

I felt so stretched and tender. My nether region was throbbing from all the attention. Alex came up to me, his hard shaft in front of him. "I want you, too, Lynn. Ben and I want to feel our cocks rub together inside of you. We are going to ride you together. Lets get you ready." He pulled all the toys off and out of me and readjusted the table so I could climb off. I could barely move. He laid down on the table, his legs spread and his shaft standing tall. 

Dave and Charles lifted me on top of him as his shaft entered my vagina. When he was all the way in, Ben came between our legs and pushed the head of his penis inside me. I felt like I was being totally opened, almost ripped. He pulled me back on his shaft as Alex's slid almost out and then they pulled me back and forth between the two of them, one all the way in as the other was almost all the way out. I could feel their penises gliding against each other through the thin lining that separated my two holes. I was gliding back and forth between them, never empty and my clit slid over Dave's and Charles's fingers, which they had put between Alex and me as they each sucked on one of my breasts. I was cumming, it was too much and my body was wracked with spasms as they all brought me to the most intense orgasm I had had so far...

They wouldn't let me collapse until they both pushed in hard and came, making me feel like I was being ripped apart by their two hard cocks shoving hard into me, fast, as the final shots of cum were released into me.

I couldn't believe what had just happened to me. I felt totally ripped apart and so hot I could barely stand it.

"Are you okay?" Alex asked with concern, "I think we got carried away, there." Tears were running down my face as I lay on his chest. He kissed me gently on the face.

I felt a cool wet cloth on my perineum as I was lifted gently from him. My bottom was throbbing with what had just happened. I felt a finger go to my bottom and push in which brought more tears to me eyes, but I could feel the pain relieved some as someone applied a thick cream to me which made me tingle but feel so much better.

"Lets put you in the bath and then feed you. We'll spend the rest of the day on other things."

I was taken to the tub that was filled with cool water and washed. The rest of the afternoon was spent in them pampering me: giving me a massage, facial, pedicure and manicure. 

I was carried to the bed, where I quickly fell asleep.

I awakened late in the evening. Ben and Charles were sleeping with me. I stretched and could feel my whole pudenda throb, but it was so hot. My hand went down to my mound and touched it. I was still so turned on from all they had been doing to me. I found I was so hot that I couldn't help but stroke myself, my fingers going up and down - I was so slick and when my finger entered me, it felt so good. My button was so hard and so sensitive. 

"You want more, Lynn?" Ben asked which startled me. "Let me eat you." He slid down between my legs and I could feel his tongue lick around my lips, up and down the crevice, flicking my button as it passed over. He licked around me. "You smell and taste so good," he said as he played with me. My hips arched up into his mouth, wanting him to press harder and harder until I came in his face. He sucked on my button like a small cock and ran his tongue over it at the same time. Waves of sensation coursed through me. I found my hands were massaging my breasts and pinching my nipples as my hips lifted to meet his rough, wet tongue. I came hard in his face. He smiled at me and came up to kiss me so I could taste myself on his mouth. "You taste so good, Lynn. Don't you think so?"

"I have some nipple clamps. I noticed you like your nipples squeezed. Lets try them." He put the clamps on my large, hard nipples, lightly at first and then he slowly screwed the bolt until they were tighter. He would wait until the pain eased and then give them another twist, licking the hard exposed tip in between each tightening. He was stroking between my legs, sliding between my lips from the top to the bottom. I was just a hot, sexual being...so very hot - my nipples burned with the pain but were more sensitive than I had ever felt before. 

"Can you take more, Lynn?" He poised himself over me and began to lick me again. I writhed in my sexuality as his tongue went over me again and again and I came, bucking in his face. "You have learned about your sexuality haven't you, babe? You are just one hot, beautiful, sexy woman. We all want you to know that. You could have any man you want from now on...you know how it's done and how fun it all is, don't you? You are just going to want it all the time from now on..."

I fully agreed with him, as I lay sweating and depleted, his eyes and hands roamed over my body..I felt insatiable..I knew I had started on a new journey, but was fearful I would not be able to find men to join me once I was home.

"There are always men who will want you. Your signals will be different and you will look at men differently and they will know what you want. I am sure they will be able to smell your want and flock to you like a bitch in heat. It really isn't a cliché, Lynn. You'll find that it really does happen.."

He released the nipple clamps and I could feel the heat course through me and tug in my womb from the relief. My nipple sensitivity had increased dramatically. Ben reached over and sucked hard at each one and I orgasmed again with the superb sensation of being a woman.

After being fed, I fell back to sleep, knowing that I was done and would be leaving tomorrow. It saddened me, but what a wonderful time I had had.




Virgin!



I stretched, awakening just as the sun was rising. Sore, but really not as bad as I had anticipated. My hind region still felt stretched, but not uncomfortable. I would still be able to enjoy the day, no matter what it would bring. The men were all still sleeping around me. I realized I hadn't had time to be alone to think since I had arrived at this place. The water around the island was aglow with the rising sun and the sky was pink. It was such a beautiful place. 

I quietly got up, leaving them all asleep and went into the bathroom. I looked at my nakedness in the mirror and ran my hand over my breasts. My skin tingled with newness, awareness, which it had never had before. My nipples were still sensitive from the clamps of the night before and I played with them while I watched in the mirror. I pulled one breast to my lips and sucked on it and watched as the other nipple became erect. It felt like I was sucking my womb up into my breast as the sensations of my womanhood coming alive coursed through me. 

My nipple popped from my mouth and my hand went down over my belly and found my mound. I slipped a finger between my lips as I watched in the mirror, fascinated by what I could do to myself that I had always been too inhibited to do before. My sexuality is for fun and pleasure and I had denied myself too long. My finger slid to my button. I touched it and it sprang to life. I spread my lips to look at it, a hard little knob with a hood of skin covering it so that I could only see the tip. I reached down and pulled the hood back as far as I could, my legs and lips spread wide. It glistened in its dark rose tones from the wetness coming from me.

I found a dressing chair and moved it closer to the mirror. I sat down and spread my legs wide and looked at myself. My little pee hole nestled just inside the entrance to my vagina and was sensitive to my touch. My inner lips were large and very soft. I put a finger in me and watched as it entered and exited, slowly feeling the whole circle of my opening and the slight ridges on the inside. I put another finger in - I was so wet and I pulled the wetness out and up to my button and rubbed around the edge of the hood watching my button as I did so. 

It really was like a flower with its petals of warm flesh wrapping around it. It was hard as I pulled the hood of skin back to see more of it. I could feel the firmness of it down to my hole, just like I had felt the firmness of the men under their balls. The lips were also very sensitive along the inside adjoining my button. Using all my fingers, I slid my hand back and forth, watching myself in the mirror. I slid forward on the chair so I could look at my puckered hole that had been so full with men the day before. It was dark red and slightly swollen as I put my finger inside. The inner ring was tender as my finger went inside and it was alive with the sensation of fullness. My body fascinated me; I had never seen it so closely.

"Do you want to watch me fuck you, Lynn?" Alex startled me as I saw him in the mirror, watching me.

He walked up behind me and put his hands on my breast. His manhood was standing straight up, full and firm. His hands pulled on my nipples and massaged my breasts as we looked at us in the mirror.

"You have wonderful breasts. I liked watching you play with yourself. Let me sit down on the chair and then you can sit down on top of me and we can watch my cock go inside of you as you play with your button. I want to see you impale yourself on me." he said as he pulled me to standing and then sat down. He reached around me and pulled me towards him so I could see his cock at the portal of my womanhood. I lowered myself onto him until just the head of his cock was inside me. It looked so wonderful in the mirror. He reached around and opened my lips so I could see my button and pulled me down on top of him until all I could see was his balls and I could feel his cock way inside of me, totally filling me. I bobbed up and down, watching as his shaft came out of me and then entered me again.

"Touch yourself, Lynn, bring yourself to orgasm, I want to watch you cum all over me," He pulled me closer to him, using my breast to help me balance as my hand went to my mound. My other hand went to my stomach: I could feel his cock gliding in and out of me as I raised and lowered myself on his shaft. My hand on my button moved faster and faster and I could feel myself cumming. He held me close as I watched the spasms rack my body, he held me tight as I came over his shaft and I could feel and watch my wetness cover his thighs and balls. 

Before I fully recovered, he stood up, pushing my hands to the mirror and leaned me over so that he could push into me from the back. As he slammed himself into me over and over, I watched the look on his face as he came, pulling my hips tightly against him as his cock and hips lurched against me in his orgasm, the look on his face and the sounds coming from him seemed almost painful as he shot his hot cum into me and then pulled out and continued to shoot the rest over my button and hitting the mirror. I could see the head of his cock nestled between my lips, its red glistening head just at the edge of my slit. Tightening my legs around his wonderful cock, holding him there, I slid my lips back and forth over him, his still firm cock riding my button. I came again as I watched that head of his cock disappear and then come back into view. My legs clamped down hard on him as I spasmed in the mirror: our cum dripping down my legs onto the floor. What a magnificent sight it was- our cumming.

"Thank you Alex, for showing me all this pleasure," I said as his hands continued to massage my breasts, knowing that I was done and I could do it all on my own now. 

"Your journey has just begun, you have been a pleasure, Lynn. I have your bag packed and it is time for you to go out into the world."

He helped me dress and we left my wing, the place of my most important birth, the birth of my sexuality.

I climbed on to the plane back home. I found my seat and smiled at the gentleman already occupying the one next to mine. He smiled back and I knew the boys were right. I would never be without a man again if I wanted him, and for right now I want them all. "Hello, my name is Lynn." I said as I put my hand on his thigh.



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We were probably all virgins even though we were eighteen. It was a more innocent age and of course you didn't 'become a man' until you were twenty-one. Though at eighteen you could still be called up to fight for your country and presumably, if necessary, die for it too. In fact nearly four hundred of us National Service men did in places like Korea and Malaya. 

National Service, universal conscription of all young men, started in 1947, two years after World War II ended. The reasons were only too apparent. There was Germany to be occupied with 100,000 troops; and Austria too. In the Middle East there was Palestine to be policed, Aden to be protected, the Suez Canal Zone to be held down - as well as Cyprus, Singapore, Hong Kong and a chain of lesser military bases. At first it was for a period of one year but financial crises, the advent of the Cold War and the Malaya emergency led to the National Service Amendment Act in December 1948, increasing the period of service to 18 months.

Not that we understood the background to any of this at that time, except perhaps for a few 'barrack-room lawyers'. Certainly all we knew that in 1951 we were here for a year and a half and it was going to be hell. Basic training (what the Americans call 'Boot Camp') was just that. Sergeants, Corporals, Lance Corporals shouting at you, nose to nose so that your face was covered with flying spittle, if you walked when you should be running, stepped on the grass if you should be on the parade ground, allowed your shoulders to droop, swung your arms to high - or not high enough, had too little - or too much blanco on your belt and webbing, had a fingerprint on your brass and couldn't see your face in the toecaps of your boots, which were probably the wrong size and rubbed sore places on your heels and eventually caused blisters.

But that was for six weeks and unbelievably it passed.

I was in the Royal Air force. Aircraftsman 2nd class Peter Preston - the lowest of the low, a sprog, AC2 plonk but learning. In an excess of zeal, or probably because I couldn't stand much more of the training camp at RAF Wilmslow, I put down for 'Overseas'. Someone afterwards told me that that was the best way of ensuring that I remained in England - and so I did.

After square bashing, I was trained as an RTO (Radio Telephone Operator) and later was added Direction Finder/Bomb Plotter which meant that I supposedly knew how to speak on the RT to aircraft and also had memorised the alphabet letter identification names. In those days we Brits had our own system which started "Abel, Baker, Charlie, Dog, Easy, Fox. . ." though later we adopted the American "Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, Delta, Echo, Foxtrot . . .". My first posting was RAF Bawtry, not far from Doncaster but for a nesh Southerner like myself, it seemed not far from the Arctic Circle.

It was a bitterly cold Saturday evening and there were apparently only two of us deposited on Doncaster Station off the London train, bewildered, slightly frightened, I suspect - I know I was, chilled to the marrow after the warmth of the train, waiting, not sure what to do next. We had our haversacks on our backs, and those huge white rucksacks on our shoulders which contained everything we owned, with a blue stripe at the bottom and our name and number stencilled on the side.

The other lad was taller than me, dark hair, what I could see of it under his beret, a frown on his face. I went up to him.

"Are you for Bawtry?" I asked.

His face cleared. He smiled. I decided he had a nice face. "Have you come to take us to the camp?"

I owned up that I was in the same position as he was and we sat down together on a railway trolley, two orphans of the storm, and waited for something to happen, something maybe better than the driving rain with flakes of snow in it which was what we were being dealt with at the moment. Maybe.

"Peter Preston," I said.

"Jim Ross," he said. "You talk funny, kinda posh."

I sighed inwardly. He had me there. Product of a middle-class family and brought up in a middle class suburb of North London and a minor public school, I thought I talked the same way as everyone else. Certainly the same as the announcers on the wireless. But once in the airforce I realised I didn't. I talked 'posh' and to escape teasing knew I'd have to change. I thought I'd managed to get some of it out already. One thing I decided to introduce was the use of the words 'fuck' and 'fucking' which seemed to be the passwords for most of my peers, verb, adjective and exclamation. But I knew I was still slightly self-conscious about them and sounded like it. They didn't slip out with the practised fluency of my compatriots.

I attacked. "You talk funny too," I said. "Where do you come from?"

"Nottingham," he said, "the town with three girls to every one lad."

"Fucking lucky," I said, but I knew it sounded wrong.

He nodded and pulled his greatcoat tighter around him. "We're gonna fuckin' freeze soon," he said. It came out all right with him.

But we were suddenly saved when a shout came from along the platform. "Oi, you fuckin' sprogs. I'm not fuckin' waiting' 'ere all fuckin' night." A corporal, twin chevrons on his arms, appeared under the lamplight. He used his words all right too.

We followed him out of the station. A small lorry was outside. Sitting at the wheel was a sergeant tapping irritably on the dashboard. The corporal got in beside him and we climbed into the back. We seemed to be the only passengers. The lorry started with a jolt and Jim and I fell together in a huddle on the floor.

Ten minutes later we drew up at the gate of the camp. The Sergeant called us down and we stood, our uniforms covered in dust from the floor of the lorry, at attention. He looked us up and down, obviously not liking what he saw.

"Disgusting," he said at last. "Next time I see you I want you to be fucking spotless. What do I want you to be?"

"Fucking spotless, sergeant," said Jim and I together.

We showed him out ID cards. "3132849 AC2 Preston," I said.

"Oh very lah di dah," said the Sergeant and Jim introduced himself. "Take 'em to the transit hut," Sergeant said to the Corporal. "They'll have to stay there until Monday before I can get them booked in through admin. Show 'em where they can eat and get 'em out of my sight." This last finishing in a frightening roar.

The Corporal took us off. "Don't pay too much attention to Sergeant Bingham," he said. "His bark's worse than his bite, and he doesn't like guard duty especially on a Saturday night. I'll show you where you can get a bite to eat and then take you to your quarters."

He took us round to the back of the cookhouse where two miserable-looking National Servicemen were peeling potatoes, obviously a punishment for some heinous wrong. The cook looked sour and disagreeable but he provided us with some spam sandwiches and a mug of sweet tea. Then, as part of the punishment for the offenders, as he pointedly showed them what he was doing and equally pointedly excluded them from the 'treat', he gave us (and the Corporal) each a doughnut covered with sugar and we were despatched to the transit hut.

It wasn't as it happened a 'hut' at all but up a flight of steps to what once presumably had been the upstairs of a stable. Inside were two beds, one bigger than the other. There was a window which looked out onto the darkening sky. Two uncomfortable-looking wooden chairs were arranged against the wall. There was no heating and it was bitterly cold.

"Sorry about the lack of a stove," said the Corporal. "Can't have one here as the whole building is made of wood. Fire risk and all that. I suggest you both sleep in the big bed and use all the blankets. Top to tail, of course and no larking about." He winked at us. "I'll collect you in the morning and take you to breakfast. The latrines are in the building opposite."

He disappeared, his boots clunking down the wooden steps.

We sat on the bed and finished off the sandwiches and doughnut.

"What did he mean 'top to tail'?" I asked.

Jim grinned. "You know," he said, though it was obvious that I didn't. "We sleep at opposite ends, head to tail."

"Your feet on my pillow?" I asked. "I'm not sure I'd like that. What if they stink?"

"He thinks it will stop us, er, doin' things." For the first time Jim looked a bit embarrassed.

Innocent as I was, I did have some idea of what 'doing things' could constitute. "No chance of that," I said with what I hoped was hearty sincerity. I'd never had a chance of 'doing things' with anyone else, male or female, and the prospect was not altogether distasteful.

"Too right," said Jim, equally convincing.

I peered out of the window. Snow was coming down thickly, almost obscuring the solitary lamp light from the road outside. "I don't fancy going out in that to the bog," I said, using another word I'd picked up along the way and which I felt more at home with. My parents of course would have used the word, 'toilet'.

Jim joined me at the window and stared out at the blizzard. "Nor me."

Greatly daring, I hazarded. "I only want a piss. I'll do it out of the window. No one will see."

We opened the window letting in a great blast of cold air and snowflakes. Then, together, we unbuttoned our trousers and pissed into the night, twin arcs blown this way and that by the wind.

"Christ," said Jim. "Me todger's frozen," when we had finished. "And so am I. Let's get to bed."

We took the solitary blanket off the smaller bed and laid it onto the larger one. "We'll skip the top to tail. Last one in's a sissy."

Even with that challenge we didn't exactly throw our uniforms in a heap. When there's an inspection liable at any time of day and night, you don't want your uniform looking like a crumpled shit bag. Uniforms, in the eyes of NCOs are sacred things and they have to be hung up, cosseted and kept pristine. The dust on ours would have to wait until tomorrow but folding trousers and hanging jackets carefully over the back of the chairs was an essential.

The RAF issue pyjamas so we both put them on, keeping, I noticed, his underpants on. I did the same. As I had stopped to see what he would be doing, I was last.

We huddled under the blankets, giggling, Jim poking me in the ribs and muttering, "sissy".

"Not," I said. "I'm just polite. Wouldn't keep a lady out of bed before I got in."

"Who you calling a 'lady'?"

"If the cap fits."

We wrestled a bit, muttering alternately, 'sissy' and 'lady'. Then I felt something happening in my groin and not wishing Jim to know I was getting excited, and perhaps be accused of wanting to 'do things', I turned over so that my back was to him.

"I'm fuckin knackered," I said, for once sounding as if I was getting it right. "See you in the morning."

For a moment there was no sound or movement from Jim and then I felt his body move towards mine, his front against my back. We seemed to fit well, he being slightly taller than me. "Just for warmth," he said, his breath against the back of my neck. "G'night, Pete."

'Pete'! I felt as if I'd been accepted. His body was warm.

"G'night, Jim," I said. "Sleep tight. Hope the fleas don't bite."

I wondered if I'd get to sleep with such an alien though not unwelcome presence in the bed with me but I was tired. It had been a long day. The last thing I remembered was Jim's arm coming over and holding me, his hand clenched against my chest.

Protected, I slept.

* * * * * *

We heard the Corporal's boots on the wooden steps in spite of the deadening snow. Immediately we were both out of bed and Jim even had the presence of mind to chuck one of the pillows to the other end.

"Hands off cocks, on with your socks," said the Corporal as he pushed open the door.

And we were already doing that.

Whether Sergeant Bingham had decided that two airmen in a bed wasn't a good idea, or if he'd been prodded by a higher authority to settle the intake of two new ACs, I don't know but immediately we had had our breakfasts, sausages and tinned tomatoes, bread and margarine with plum jam and the usual tea (spiked as the rumour always had it with bromide to reduce sexual desire - never worked with me) we were shepherded into a barrack hut. 

It was indistinguishable from any other service hut, the inside painted a sort of cream, the floor covered with lino which was polished and buffed to a high degree, ordinary metal beds down each side, the blankets and sheets folded into the regulation pattern at the head of each bed. Beside each one a flimsy looking wooden cabinet in which personal belongings were arranged symmetrically. There was a smell, familiar from square bashing camp of polish, Brasso and the healhy sweat of young men. In the middle of the hut was a circular stove. I could feel its heat even from the door. A distinct improvement on the freezing cold of last night's lodgings. There'd be no excuse, though, of cuddling up to Jim.

The inhabitants, at first sight a great number, but later they resolved into only a dozen guys, all appeared young and obviously National Service but most looked relaxed and at home from their longer stay. They got to their feet as the Corporal entered, standing more or less to attention, but without the alacrity of training camp.

"At ease," said Corporal Taylor, scarcely needing to say it. "Couple of new lads for you bringing us up to full complement. Fill 'em in will you. We're off to the range tomorrow." He turned to us. "There's two empty beds." He pointed to the two furthest from the stove, turned and left.

Such was our introduction to Hut 22, the Bombing Range crew, on the whole as amiable a bunch of guys as you'd wish to meet. At first sight none stood out except a scrawny, ginger-haired lad who looked about thirteen and spoke with a Scots accent so broad as to be almost incomprehensible. But as they crowded round more individuals began to stand out, a tall, spectacularly handsome guy with the nickname Bo (or it might have been Beau - I never saw it written down) and a dark-haired, dark eyebrowed, olive-skinned youth who was called Spic, and didn't seem to mind (there was no such thing as political correctness in those far-off days).

Gradually the secrets were revealed, both in the hut and later in the NAAFI canteen where we bought buns, fags and more tea (presumably unspiked).. We were the crew of a live bombing range. our job to record the skill and precision of the pilots and bomb aimers who dropped 25 pound smoke bombs on a target range some ten miles away from the camp.

They'd been awaiting us to bring them up to the full complement so that the range could be used night and day, seven days a week. Whom they planned to bomb we didn't ask and were never told. There were two crews, each of six men, one under Sergeant Bingham and the other under Corporal Taylor and we'd take it in turns, week on, week off, to man the range. 

"It's a fucking doddle," said Bo. "And usually on our week off we can skive the parades and stuff which the others on the camp have to do."

When we went back to the barrack room, we listened to Radio Luxembourg until Corporal Taylor, who had a small individual room at the end of the hut, shouted, "Switch that fucking row off," and we went to sleep.

And so, on Monday morning, Bo, Spic, a thin, sulky looking lad with incipient blond curls, not surprisingly called Curly, Jim and me clambered into the lorry driven by Sergeant Bingham and set off for the range. I was a bit disappointed that we weren't in Corporal Taylor's squad but I guess I was lucky that both Jim and I were picked for the same shift. It would have been more sensible for the two new guys to be split up, but when do the Services to anything 'sensible'?

The actual range was an unlovely place. The snow had melted and left pools of grey water between the tussocks of grass which was basically what the range consisted of. There was a tall wooden structure at one end built on stilts with two storeys above and in the distance another, not quite so tall. A flight of wooden steps led up the side giving access to the two levels. On the ground beside the taller building was an arrow painted yellow and, we were told, somewhere in the middle was a triangle, also painted yellow, which was the target. At night both these could be illuminated.

The sequence of events was rudimentary. A plane came over, saw the arrow pointing to the target, dropped its bomb as near as the target as it could. This exploded on landing and produced a column of smoke or at night a flash. The spotters in the two towers focused their 'telescopes' on the smoke and read off the bearings. Another guy, on a map of the area, moved two 'arms' along the given bearings and where they crossed the bomb had landed. It was then possible to read off how far and in what direction the bomb had failed to hit the target.

It only needs people to fuck up a system as simple as that - and objects of course.

Like on the first day I was on duty - not my fault of course. As RTO, I was on the radiotelephone. The pilot of the aircraft called us up, told us the approximate time he'd be with us, then announced when he could see our arrow pointing at the target. Then a quick run down and he'd announce the release of the bomb.

Comfy in our little observation hut on the top floor, I sat with my headphones on, though there was a loudspeaker so that they weren't really necessary and my microphone. By my side was Bo with the telescope pointing out through the window, Spic was at the map waiting for the instructions. Sergeant Bingham was in the easy chair drinking a mug of tea and smoking a Woodbine.

In the other observation tower, Jim and Curly were waiting, one at their telescope, the other waiting to pass the details of his reading over to me.

To an onlooker, I suppose, we looked like a well-oiled machine, uniformed, efficient, ready for action - only Sergeant Bingham letting the side down.

The loudspeaker crackled as did my earphones. Then a voice. "Hatrack Control, Hatrack Control" (our call sign). "This is Able, George How (his call sign). How do you read? Over."

"Able George How, this is Hatrack Control. Reading you loud and clear, strength five," I answered, then remembered. "Over."

"I'm twenty miles away," said the voice. It sounded young. I wondered if he was any older than I was. "I can see your arrow. Permission to proceed. Over."

I looked at Bingham, puffing away at the thin stick of his Woodbine. He nodded.

"Alpha George How," I said. "Clear to proceed."

I remembered the other outlook. I picked up the receiver of the landline. "All right Hatrack two? Bomber coming in."

Jim's voice answered. "OK, Pete," he said knowing Bingham couldn't hear. "We're ready for anything."

There was a pause while my heart pounded. Bingham puffed away contentedly. Bo, sitting next to me, his hand in his groin, was rearranging himself. I wondered whether excitement made him feel sexy.

The voice came over. "Hatrack Control. Bomb run commencing. Five, Four, Three, Two, One, Bomb gone."

We peered out of the window, could see nothing, only the grey sky, the tussocky grass. "Where's it gone?" asked Bo.

"Did you see anything, Jim?" I asked.

"Not a fuckin' thing."

"Must be a dud," said Bingham.

I swallowed my disappointment. "Sorry, Alpha George How, looks like we have a dud."

"Shi . . ." came the voice, cut off. Swearing over the RT was a cardinal sin. Then his voice again. "I'll go round again. Over."

"Understood," I said.

We repeated the procedure. This time a plume of smoke curled into the air. "There it is," I said to Bo, but he had seen it and he focused the telescope on the mark. "Got it," he said. He read off the bearing.

"Got it, Jim?" I asked. I heard him asking Curly for the bearing. There was a pause and my heart stopped. What if he'd fucked it up. I found I was using the word even in my thoughts. Must be becoming like the others. Then his voice. "Zero, four, five," he said.




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Spic had already put one arm to Bo's bearing. I repeated Jim's and Spic moved the other arm. For a moment the two didn't seem to join and I wondered what we'd done wrong, but then he moved it so that the two arms crossed. He whistled. "Nearly a direct hit," he said. He used his ruler to measure the distance between the centre of the target and the hit. "Five yards South, South, West," he said.

"Nearly a direct hit," I said to the pilot though I knew comments like that weren't really approved of but I thought he deserved it after the first dud,. Then I told him the distance from the target.

"Bloody good show," I heard the pilot say to his bomb aimer.

Three more runs, all except one with very good results and the 'failure' was only twenty yards off. The pilot signed off sounding pleased.

"Good show, lads," said Bingham, his voice a low grumble, "but don't let it go to your heads. We've got that dud to find."

No one had told Jim and I about this, perhaps keeping the 'best' news for later. It seemed that if any bombs didn't go off, we had to go to find them. sometimes this was easy. They might just be lying on the ground in clear view. At other time, especially if, like now, the ground was soft and probably waterlogged, they might go straight in and the only way we'd find them was by stepping into the hole. If the crater had sloping sides, the bomb had exploded. If it was straight down, the bomb was probably at the bottom. According to the Sergeant there was no danger. You couldn't set a bomb off by treading on the fins but I was to say the least a bit doubtful.

There were no planes due until the afternoon, so, telling Jim and Curly to start searching from their post. I heard Jim and Curly swearing. Sergeant issued out the wellington boots. "What happens if the hole's really deep and full of water?" I asked.

"You gets your feet wet," he said. He was all heart.

Even though I didn't really like the idea of looking for unexploded bombs with my feet, I felt elated. The first runs had gone well, The only foul-up was in the bomb itself and we could hardly be blamed for that.

"What does the finder of the bomb get?" I asked.

"A kiss from the Sergeant," said Bo.

Bingham grunted, but I don't think he was upset.

"What about those that don't find it?" I asked.

"A kiss from me," said Bo.

I knew which I'd prefer. Actually I'd really like a kiss from Jim but I could hardly say that. I wasn't sure I could analyse my feelings for Jim exactly. Certainly I liked him as a friend, but I also liked being with him, having his physical presence near me, and when we occasionally touched, accidentally, I felt an excitement go through me. I put thoughts of what all this meant though to one side though at night, when I remembered that first night in the transit hut, and his body spooned round me, his arm round my chest, I wondered what I would have done if his hand had gone the other way, down instead of up.

We splashed out into the cold bog and I was glad. The thoughts had given me a hard which the winter weather soon took care of. We splashed our way towards the target. If all his bombs had been pretty close, even the furthest one away, probably that first dud would be in the area. After ten minutes, we saw Jim and Curly coming from the other direction. We'd been given sticks to poke down likely looking holes and we prodded away, the excitement ebbing away as we found nothing. Then, at long last, when even Bingham was about to give up. Bo's stick struck something metallic. Spic and Curly had their spades and they dug the thing out. Jim and I looked on. He stood close and I could almost feel his warmth. I would have liked to put my arms round him but of course I didn't.

The bomb looked small and innocuous. We carried it back and put it in the special store. I noticed this was defended with concrete cladding. So, it was all right to go looking for bombs in our bare feet as it were, but storing them needed real protection. I hoped we wouldn't have to do this very often.

Bedtime. The night time arrangements were primitive as was also the cooking. There was a small calor gas stove on which we used a huge frying pan to cook anything that had been provided by the cooks at base camp. Sausages, usually and more of the tinned tomatoes. There were some boiled potatoes, remains of last nights supper probably but good for a fry-up. Plenty of grease and stodge and it filled us up.

The beds were on the lower floor. Six rickety army beds with another one for the sergeant hidden for the rest by a half partition. You couldn't see what he was doing but you could certainly hear him. He farted a lot, but then so did we - all that greasy food I guess.

We climbed in, Jim in the bed next to mine. Someone, Curly I think started a song from the war and we all joined in.

"Kiss me good night Sergeant Major,

Tuck me in my little wooden bed. 

We all love you Sergeant Major 

When we hear the bombing show a leg. 

Don't forget to wake me in the morning 

And bring me a nice hot cup of tea. 

Kiss me good night, Sergeant Major. 

Sergeant Major be a mother to me."

Bingham was having none of it. He puffed on his eternal Woodbine and when we finished, grunted, "Kiss you kids. I'd sooner kiss the Pope's arse." I remember being shocked at this. It wasn't done in my family to make anti-religious comments but I suppose Bingham was a Protestant. He had a slight accent and could I suppose have come from Northern Ireland.

Bo stood up in his pyjama trousers, tall and handsome. "Well," he said, "if he won't I'll have to do it. Pucker up, lads, here I come."

He went round all of us and gave us each a kiss on the lips, soft and light, almost the sort an aunt might give us. Only Curly turned his face so that he got a kiss on the cheeks. I looked over at Jim after Bo had kissed us. He smiled and made a slight movement of his lips as if he was blowing me one. I grinned back.

Then there was a sudden shout from Bo, high pitched, not like his usual voice at all. He'd just kissed Spic. "The slut," he called. "She opened her mouth. Wanted me to put my tongue in."

Spic was grinning and I knew Bo was having a joke, but I was confused.

Bingham said, "Go to sleep, you fucking nellies, or I'll have you out on parade at five o'clock tomorrow morning." It was an empty threat, we knew, Bingham was no more likely to want to get up that early than pigs might fly but we settled down and Bo switched off the light.

I could see a sliver of moon through the window and millions and millions of stars, more than I'd ever seen in London since the streetlights came on again at the end of the war. I could see the lump which was Jim and wondered what he was doing or thinking. Was he holding himself like I was?

What did Bo mean by 'putting his tongue in? Into Spic's mouth? What was that for? Was this the 'French kissing' I'd heard mentioned once or twice since I joined up? And did that mean that Bo was queer? He was nothing like the effeminate idea I had of those people whom my father called 'Nancy boys'. Bo was tall and straight and, yes, manly. He looked a bit like the Captain of our First Eleven Cricket team at school, a hero to all of us juniors.

Then I thought of Jim. He'd 'blown a kiss' at me. Would I like to kiss him and open my mouth allowing his tongue to come in and find mine. The thought was strangely erotic. I realised I was getting a hard and knew I wouldn't be able to sleep without a wank unless I got rid of it.

I thought of kissing Sergeant Bingham and I drooped immediately.

"G'night, Jim," I whispered too low for anyone to hear.

But perhaps he did, for his shape moved. I could just make out his arm stretched out towards me. Our beds were close enough for me to reach out too.

Our fingers touched - just.

* * * * * *

It wasn't this first time but a week some months later. Christmas was over and we'd had a week's leave - very generous. I went home but, though Christmas with the family was fun and, in spite of the rationing the food was good, my sister, aged fourteen was a bit of a pain and my brother, aged four was a complete nuisance so I was almost looking forward to going back to camp. Almost? No really.

I fantasised about Jim, wondering whether,back in Nottingham where the ratio of girls to blokes was three to one. he'd had his share. I fantasised about Bo whose 'kissing us goodnight' at the range had now taken on the aspect of a ritual. I even fantasised about Spic and his open mouth. But especially I fantasised about Jim and then worried as to whether I was turning queer. And of course there was no one I could ask.

One evening he phoned me. Not that we said very much seeing as how my family were listening my end and his at his end and I didn't even ask him whether he'd found himself a girlfriend, but I came off the phone so elated that my mother asked whether it had in fact been a girl at the other end.

So at the end of the week, we went back to Bawtry and Hatrack Control and a few days later it happened. A comedy which for some of us turned into a tragedy. It wasn't even at night when it could have been perhaps more understandable.

The afternoon began as normal. It was a fine clear day though some clouds were piling up in the west and we were awaiting that last bombing run of the day. Bo and Spic were in Observer 2; they had become very close and often chose to spend the shift together. Bingham didn't seem to object. They looked and seemed happy together.

The pilot came through and we were surprised to hear an American voice. The message was hardly couched in procedural language.

"Hi Hatrack, I'm coming in for a run over your range. OK?"

"Unidentified aircraft," I said (I was on the RT with Jim and Curly on telescope and map respectively). "What is your call sign? Over."

"Jeez, You Brits. Er . . .," came the voice. "Xray Yankee Zulu." It wasn't British phonetic alphabet but I used it anyway.

"Xray Yankee Zulu, You are free to start your run. Please call us when you can see the target. Out."

Even Sergeant Bingham came up to the table. He said, "For fuck's sake, make sure you get this one. We don't want to show ourselves up in front of these Yanks."

I checked with Bo that he was ready, willing and able. In the background I heard Spic saying something softly, obviously not for my ears. "Sure am," said Bo though I wasn't quite sure what he was referring to.

We waited. Then I could hear the sound of a plane's engines. Curly looked out and up. "There she is," he said. "Christ he's high up. Can he see the target?"

As if in answer the pilot's voice crackled over the airwaves. "Your target in view, Hatrack. Am starting my bomb run." His countdown came almost immediately, "Five, Four, Three, Two One, Bomb gone!" Then a sudden shout. "Gee, sorry, Hatrack, I've bombed your arrow."

It took a moment to realise what he meant and then it sunk in. The arrow pointed to the target. It was next door to our observation post. In fact he'd bombed us. There was another brief, terrified pause and then Jim said, "Under the table."

We tried but the space under the table was full, full of Sergeant Bingham's not inconsiderable bulk. His face stared out but he made no move to make space for us. In fact there was no space.

I prepared for death. I grabbed hold of Jim and hugged him. I felt other arms clasping me. Curly was in on the act as well.

It seemed an age but an object falling at an increasing rate of sixteen feet per second per second, doesn't take long to reach ground zero. There was a sharp crack, then an explosion, the floor under us tilted to the right, smoke drifted upwards past the window.

For a second we waited to see whether the whole thing would collapse but we remained on the tilt. Bingham scrambled out and grabbed hold of the microphone. "You fucking Yankee cunts," he shouted. "You want your fucking . . . ." Many of the words he used were unfamiliar to me but they were effective. "Sorry Hatrack," came the answer. "Is anyone hurt?"

"We're all fucking dead," said Bingham and cut out.

To give him his due, though he'd been first under the table, he remained in the post until we'd all gingerly climbed down the stairs now leaning at a drunken angle. We could see that the bomb had hit one of the wooden supports but, though it was fractured, it hadn't actually split in two so still supported the structure but it looked as if it could give at any moment.

Suddenly there was a creaking sound and the whole structure wobbled. "Run for it," shouted Bingham.

We did. I didn't look round and the crashing seemed to go on for ever. At last it stopped. We turned round. We were lucky to have escaped uninjured. Planks and spars with lethal looking points and splinters lay all around. The twisted metal parts of beds protruded from the wreckage.

"Christ, my spare boots," said Curly peering into the mess.

Luckily everything had missed the lorry so as soon as Bo and Spic arrived, looking anxious, we drove back to the camp where Bingham made his report and we were all interviewed. Our evidence of course agreed though parts of it were subtlely edited and the blame fell on the American pilot.

But of course the bombing range was no longer functioning. It wasn't decided whether the observation post would be rebuilt or not and until things were decided no one wanted us around. Our futures were decided without our wishes being considered, but of course, that's the services.

Jim was transferred to RAF Bassingbourne, near Cambridge, I was sent to RAF Kidlington, near Oxford. The irony of two University cities always joined in popular parlance but splitting us apart.

The real tragedy was that Bo and Spic were also split. After Bo left Bawtry, Spic committed suicide by cutting his wrists in the bath. The suicide and any relevant circumstances were hushed up. I never heard what happened to Bo.

We were given a forty-eight hour pass and Jim asked me to go with him to Nottingham to stay at his house. Trying not to think of what would happen afterwards, I was overjoyed. I thought what we might do when we were alone together. I'd probably have to sleep with Jim, in the same room if not the same bed, as I knew the family was big and the house small.

Then all went wrong. I phoned my parents to tell them the news, that I wasn't hurt, that I would be visiting a friend for my forty-eight hour.

"Your grandmother's dying," said my mother. "This could be the last time you can see her. This pass has happened at just the right time."

"But . . ." I said, and knew I would have to refuse Jim's offer. And probably I'd never see him again. In a way I knew how Spic had felt though his solution wasn't mine.

* * * * * *

RAF Kidlington is nearer the village of Woodstock than the City of Oxford. Woodstock is the home of the Dukes of Marlborough, Blenheim Palace, a huge English Baroque mansion built for the 1st Duke after his victory over the French in 1732. Winston Churchill was born there.

Not that any of this made much impression on us oiks. I was more concerned with my new quarters and companions. We were actually separate from the RAF camp. Ours was a small simulated bombing range, simulated of course meaning no actual bombs were dropped. Instead aircraft focused on the corner of Cowley Motor Works in Oxford. They were picked up by radar and the height, speed and direction were shown on dials in the command room, A camera recorded these at one second intervals and then when we were told that the bombs had gone we'd give five quick clicks on the camera button. Somehow, and this was always a mystery to me, the trajectory and final destination of the bomb could be plotted on a large map. This was all handled by the REME (Royal Electrical and Mechanical Engineers) lads who jealously guarded their secret.

In fact we were a cosmopolitan group, the RAF talked to the planes and operated the cameras, the REME worked on the bomb plotting and mended when necessary the radar, and the R.A. (Royal Artillery) operated the radar. These were two huge mobile 'cabins' each with a radar disc on top. Our initiation at the range consisted of climbing onto the roof of one of these holding an electric light bulb. This would light up if held towards the central antennae of the disc. I have no idea what damage this did to our frail bodies through which presumably the same microwaves pulsed. There was also a civilian who was responsible for making sure the cameras worked. Rather like Sergeant Bingham he sat in a chair and smoked because the cameras rarely if ever broke down. They were about the only things that didn't because the radar was always failing and the bomb plotting contrivance was also unpredictable to say the least.

The whole enterprise was run by Pilot Officer Tate. Unfortunately P.O. Tate led to his nickname, Potato, or usually Spud though of course never to his face. He was a nice enough guy, rather shy and probably not much older than us National Servicemen though of course his commission meant that he couldn't fraternise with the men. I remember that, at the end of my time he sent a report on me saying that I was in every way a gentleman. I was shown by the sergeant at my demob camp that someone had drawn a line through this statement and commented, 'No one except an officer can be a gentleman' - but of course by that time I didn't care.

We all (except Spud) lived in a single barrack room completely apart from the main RAF camp. We didn't do parades and the only contact we had with the other RAF lads was that we ate in the same canteen and ran across them in the NAAFI.

It was a grand life and, apart from missing Jim, I enjoyed it immensely. We'd fool around in the hut. One game I particularly remember was 'shaking hands'. Someone would suddenly whisper, "Let's shake hands with . . . . ."

Everyone would advance on whoever was the victim, peacefully lying on his bed listening to Radio Luxembourg. He would be held down arms and legs, and then two guys would do the 'shaking'. This involved each one putting his hand up the trouser leg of the victim until it reached the top. Trousers in those days were comparatively full and there was space at the crotch for fumbling around. Then having touched the hand of the other one coming up the other side, they would withdraw. Well, that was the idea.

There were various ways of prolonging the agony (or pleasure). One I found particularly effective was to bend one of my knees so that, though one person's hand was able to go straight up, the other one was delayed at the knee area. The groping hand at the top, waiting for the hand to touch would encounter various other parts of anatomy and there would be shouts of protest and roars of laughter as the victims genitals were groped.

The only problem I had when I was the chosen victim was that I always got an immediate hard which was considered bad form though it never stopped them picking on me. Perhaps indeed it increased the occasions. One lad, an R.A. Lance Corporal called Rod would unashamedly grab hold of my rapidly hardening cock and squeeze it. But it never went further than that.

And then there was Lofty. Lofty, it was rumoured had the biggest cock in the unit. Not that anyone had seen it. He was very shy when having a piss and always used the lockable bath rooms rather than the more public shower. But he was proud of his cock and mornings he would lie on his back in bed with this monstrous erection sticking up under the blanket. "It's not real," little Sparky the REME private said. "That's your hand you're pushing up."

"Course it's real," said Lofty. "Go on feel it."

And Sparky touched the projection and squealed. "It's true." So we all had a feel, one by one and if anything it grew even bigger and Lofty just lay there, a big smile on his face - but he never showed us his prick.




Virgin Airman



So spring turned into summer and then there occurred one of those coincidences which happen all the time in real life though are frowned upon in fiction (so you can work out which this is). Two RAF guys from our group were demobbed and replaced and one of the replacements was Jim Ross, now an L.A.C. (leading aircraftsman) as was I.

We had kept in touch, more or less, with occasional letters. He hated his time at Bassingbourne, the job apparently just consisting of his listening out on various frequencies and logging the conversations of the aircraft. There had been one occasion when he had heard a 'Mayday' (distress call) but it had been far away and the actual incident had been handled by another group. He missed me, he said, and, though I missed him too, I felt slightly guilty that I was having a good time at Kidlington. That makes me sound as if the only thing I was interested in was sex which wasn't quite true. I enjoyed the job. A few of us used to walk the leafy lanes of Oxfordshire into Woodstock. We might catch the bus into Oxford itself and walk around marvelling at the University colleges. In fact I knew that one of my fellow students from school was actually an undergraduate there having obtained deferment from National Service to get his degree though I never tried to get in touch. A couple of times we went to the theatre.

I vividly remember the morning of Jim's arrival. I'd been on shift that night - they did simulated night bombing too - but no one had booked a run so we had spent most of the night playing cards and smoking. I was tired and looking forward to spending at least half the day asleep in my bunk. The other group would be doing the day shift so there wouldn't be anyone making any noise.

I went into the hut and moved down towards the centre - by right of seniority I was nearer the stove now though as the weather was warm, this was no special perk. Someone was bent over putting his things into the bedside cupboard, arranging them with care though we rarely had inspections and if we did, they were always announced well beforehand. I admired the slim hips, the stretched material over his buttocks - you see I've obviously matured and become more sophisticated. Unfortunately I'm still a virgin.


The guy stood up and turned. My heart, my stomach, my cock, all gave a simultaneous jolt. I looked into Jim's handsome face, somewhat thinner than I remembered him, framed in dark hair, his brown eyes, thick eyebrows, a smile broad on his face.

"Jim," I said. I couldn't think of anything else to say. I was still not brave enough to be able to hug him but that was what I wanted to do. Jim though was not so reticent. He came to me, arms open and enclosed me in an embrace. He pulled me to him and I almost thought he was going to give me a kiss except that he saw the others coming in behind me.

I introduced him to them.

"Do you know this guy?" asked my Lance Corporal, prick-squeezer friend, Rod. "You want to watch him; he's a sex maniac."

"That's good," said Jim. "That'll make two of us."

I could scarcely believe he was here. I kept wanting to touch him. The others retired to catch up on their night's sleep but I sat up on Jim's bed and we chatted quietly, looking at each other. Sometimes he would put his hand on my arm or our fingers would brush as we passed each other cigarettes. 

But enough of this romantic rubbish. All I wanted was to lose my virginity - or at least I think that was all.

Life went on as always except that Jim was there and I was happy.

And especially when we introduced him into 'shaking hands'. Of course when it was my turn to be the 'victim', and if Jim was going up one leg (often with Rod at the other side) I'd allow Jim up quicker than Rod. To feel Jim's hand up there in my crotch, groping around, finding and grabbing hold, asking whether this was Rod's finger, while Rod was futilely trying to get past my knee was highly exciting, though Rod didn't seem to enjoy it as much as I did.

* * * * * *

Summer came and it was June. We'd been given a day off for June 2nd because it was the Coronation of Queen Elizabeth, King George VI, her father, had died from lung cancer the previous February aged just 56. There was going to be a parade in the camp but we weren't included.

The most exciting news though came over the wireless and through the Tannoy first thing in the morning. It was announced that the tallest mountain on earth, Mount Everest, had been climbed for the first time. Two mountaineers, Edmund Hillary, a New Zealander, and his Sherpa, Tensing, had reached the top yesterday but the announcement had been delayed until today to add even more importance to the coronation.

In Woodstock an ox was to be roasted in the village square and pieces distributed by the Duchess of Marlborough herself. There was to be free beer too which to us sounded more important. I wondered why she wasn't at Westminster Abbey for the coronation. Perhaps she hadn't been invited though I couldn't believe that, considering her relationship with Winston Churchill. Maybe she had been and then been driven back for her home celebrations.

In the morning Jim and I lay on the strip of grass between our hut and the one next to us. The sun was shining, birds of some sort - I wasn't very good at ornithology - were singing in the blue sky and in the trees around. There was the sweet smell of cut grass because the camp commander had ordered the grounds to be 'put in order' though I doubt the new Queen appreciated that.

I lifted myself up on my elbow and stared at Jim who was lying on his back, eyes closed, lashes long towards his cheek bones. His mouth was slightly apart showing a hint of white teeth. I could imagine kissing those lips, not as Bo used to do, the merest hint of touching, but full and hard, my tongue entering.

Suddenly Jim's eyes were open, the pupils brown like shiny butterscotch. "You're looking at me," he said quietly.

"So," I said. "Some people look at me too. Rod does quite a lot, though I don't know why."

Jim laughed. "You're dim as a NAAFI candle," he said. "If you don't know why."

"I'll show you who's dim," I said and flung himself at him and we wrestled. I suppose we were about the same strength but his upper body structure and arms were strong and developed. I managed to get on top of him with his arms trapped under my knees he couldn't escape in spite of his struggles. But then he cheated - not that we had any rules in our games. He managed to get one arm free and grabbed hold of my balls. It wasn't a painful grip but it was persistent and he was laughing in my ear. "Let me up, Pete, or you lose your balls."

I let go and tried to get up but he grabbed at my cock and balls again and took hold of a mighty handful. So I took hold of his. There we were rolling in the grass holding on to each other's cocks. And we both were laughing and in my hand I felt his cock grow large and knew that mine was growing too. I heard his voice in my ear, "Don't you think that's what he's after." I was lying on top of him and we lay top and tailed as it were - as the Corporal had told us to sleep that first night at Bawtry.

Suddenly he raised his legs capturing my head between them and now my face was near the fork of his legs and I could see the swelling that his erection made in his trousers. But I still had hold of his cock with one hand and I squeezed it, feeling its hardness. Then, because his legs were in the air, locked behind my head, with two fingers of the other hand I found his arse and poked him. He gave a cry, not of pain but of excitement and immediately he did the same to me, and now his hand was scrabbling at my waist band, going inside so that, when his hand next found my cock, I knew that he had hold of the actual flesh.

This was enough for me and I found his and fumbled it out from the restricting clothing. There it was just in front of my face, just in front of my mouth with his legs forcing my head closer and closer until the two must meet together.

And then, just as I was about to take that cock in my mouth, there was a shout from the hut. "What are you two wankers doing?" It was Rod looking out through the window. I don't think he could have seen anything because we were hidden by each other's bodies, but he may well have suspected.

I shouted the expected answer. "What do you think we're doing? We're wanking."

"Well, you better hurry up and finish," he said. "Spud's coming."

And P.O. Tate came round the corner of the next hut while we stood up, brushing off the grass bits, covering ourselves and hoping that our erections didn't show too much.

"Don't you lads want to watch the Coronation/" he asked, his voice posh and fruity and nothing like mine, I was sure. "It may be the last one you'll ever see. It's on the television in the NAAFI."

I knew there were other things that I'd prefer to do but the lads from the hut came out and we went in orderly fashion to the NAAFI and there on a tiny screen we watched the grainy picture of the scene in Westminster Abbey with all the pomp and circumstance of ancient tradition and the young girl, for that is what she looked like under that heavy crown, becoming a Queen.

They drew the curtains so that everyone could see better and Jim and I sat next to each other, hidden in the gloom, our hands in each other's laps.

Afterwards we had a special dinner, chicken I expect though I don't remember exactly and later as it grew dark the lads and I had showers to celebrate, changed into civvies and went into Woodstock to watch the celebrations there. In the market square a huge animal was being roasted over a fire, the fat dripping and sizzling in the flames. Crowds of people pressed around. The whole place smelled of succulent meat, A woman (he Duchess?) cut off slices and distributed them on cardboard plates while someone handed round bottles of beer.

There was a band playing and then some people did Morris dancing. Some of the lads laughed but I thought it was good even with all that handkerchief waving and stick rattling and bells on their legs because it was part of England and had come down from whoever knew how many hundreds of years.

We drank more beer and people danced. I would have liked to have danced with Jim but of course we couldn't so we moved in time to the music together and it was the next best thing.

When it was really dark and people were carrying lanterns and the ox roast fire was just red ashes, we wandered off together towards the grounds of Blenheim Palace.

There were various places where you could get through, over the wall and we found one and got in. There we found a secluded spot bordered round with bushes and the summer air was warm and smelled of leaves and honeysuckle from the gardens.

There on the soft grass Jim and I lay down together as if it was the most natural thing to do in the world and, as we had done so many times before in my mind's eye, removed our clothing and stroked each other's soft skin, arousing ourselves in the action. 

Jim cupped my balls, moist and warm, in his hand and I opened my legs with the pleasure of his caress, exposing myself to a licked questing finger. He found my hole and pushed in.

"It feels so good to have you in there," I said. "Can't you go further."

"My finger is full in," said Jim. I sensed his smile in the darkness. "There is only one thing I have which is longer and of the right size." "I've already got it in my hand," I said and stroked the hard shaft of my friend's cock so that Jim shuddered. 

"Shall I put it in?" he asked. "I wouldn't want to hurt you." Not answering, I opened my legs wider and pushed my body up so that I was open and available. "If you lie between my legs," I whispered, "and I rest them on your shoulders, you can enter. But first moisten the way with your tongue." "OK," said Jim, "and after that I have something which will make the entry even more smooth and easy - Vaseline. I have some here." "So you had some idea of doing this beforehand," I said. 

"It crossed my mind," said Jim, going at me with a ready determination and much use of his tongue. 

I arched my body with pleasure and my cock jerked in Jim's hand. 

"Now the Vaseline," said Jim, suiting the action to his words "and now. . . gently, smoothly, in. Does it hurt?" "It's an odd feeling," I said, "but I could grow to like it. Go further. Yes that is better. How does it feel to you?" "It holds me so warmly. I think it is a taste of heaven . . . Oh yes! Oh yes!" 

* * * * * *

Thank you, Sir Edmund Hilary K.B.E. (Knight Commander of the Order of the British Empire)

Thank you, Sherpa Tensing Norgay, George Medal. (The highest award given to a civillian)

Thank you, Queen Elizabeth II, Dei Gratia Regina. Fid Def. (By the Grace of God, Queen, Defender of the Faith)

At last I am no longer a virgin.

Thank you, Jim, who isn't one either.

THE END



Virgin Anna's Sex Ed



I am a teacher in Washington State. I live in a very small community in the Rockies, and we are quite different in how we do things here. There are only a hundred or so people and we don't often leave. The best bit of my job is sex ed. 

Anna Matthews had just had her 18th birthday and it was time for her appointment with me. Children here aren't told anything about sex until they are 18, they weren't even aware that there was a difference between men and women. 

Anna is a very pretty young girl, she is about 5'6" with a thin body with perky 32 C breasts. She is a dirty blond, and has big blue eyes which show her lack of intelligence. She is very excitable and often has a grin on her face.

Thinking about her always made me hard and I often used her to masturbate over when I was bored with porn. 

And now it was time for our appointment.

Anna had no idea of why she was told to go to my house, and she sat in the chair across from me wearing a tank top and skirt (it was mid summer and very hot) and drinking the mojito I had made for her. 

I took a moment to enjoy the sight of her nipples poking through the thin cloth before I spoke.

"Are you ready for your lesson, Anna?"

"Yes Mr Williams," she smiled at me. I had been teaching her since she was 5 and she seemed fond of me. 

"Do you have any idea what the lesson today is about?"

"No sir."

"I'm going to teach you about sex." Her vacant expression confirmed her unfamiliarity with the word. "Have you heard that word before?"

"No sir, what does it mean?" 

"I'll get onto that in a moment, first I need to teach you about boys and girls. What are the differences between them?"

After thinking for a moment she listed various things such as hair, and what jobs they do. 

"Is there anything else about their body that is different?"

She paused then said "I've noticed that girls have bigger chests than the men," grabbing her own breasts to emphasize her point, causing my cock to twitch. 

I surveyed her for a moment, nodding to what she had said. 

"There is another big difference. Could you stand up please?" She did so, and stood before me. "I would like you to undress."

She looked at me with uncertainty in her eyes, children are told that they should never be seen naked in order to conceal their differences from each other. 

"It's alright," I reassured her.

She bent down, and undid her shoes and pulled off her socks. Then, straightening, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her skirt. She didn't seem too reluctant, but then she did not understand modesty or that this was making me fucking hard. She pulled her skirt down slowly and stepped out of it, then pulled her tank-top over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra and her breasts were revealed, twin golden mounds. As she slid her panties down her legs and off her, I saw a small patch of downy blond hair. 

She seemed perfectly happy as she stood naked before me, and I asked her to sit down before going to sit next to her on the sofa. 

"Could you open your legs please?" I asked her, to which she obliged, giving me a wonderful view of her small, tight pussy. 

Taking her hand I guided it down so that she was touching her pussy. 

"What is this?" I asked her.

"Its where I pee, sir," she told me, seeming slightly embarrassed for the first time. She had never been told the name vagina or pussy or anything. 

"Does everyone have one?"

"Yes," she answered. 

"No, they don't, only girls have one, and they are called vaginas, or pussies. Do you ever play with yours?"

"No sir." 

"Men have something different, its called a penis or a cock, its like a rod sticking out from their body." From the look on her face she didn't quite believe what I was saying. I stood up and took off my t-shirt and shorts, standing only in my boxers. My now throbbing cock was tenting the material, and she stared at the bulge with wide eyes. 

"Pull down my underwear, Anna." I told her

She reached out and hesitantly pulled down until my cock sprang out. Her face was so close that it hit her on the cheek, making her gasp. I am a good 7 inches and she looked amazed at this new organ she had discovered. I stepped out of my boxers. 

"You can touch it if you like." She reached out a tremorous hand, and touched the side of the head of my cock. I nearly lost it then, and with her face inches away I would have exploded cum all over her. Her nervousness forgotten she grasped my shaft in her fist and ran her other hand all over from my balls to the tip. 

"This is used in sex, Anna. A man shoves his cock inside your pussy in and out and it makes them both feel good. Would you like me to show you how?" 

She raised her face, beaming with excitement and nodded enthusiastically, she wanted to play with the new toy she had found. 

"First the girl uses her mouth on the cock, kiss the tip." She did. "Now take just the tip inside your mouth." Her mouth was small and my cock thick, so it was a tight fit. "Now, use your tongue inside your mouth to play with it." She sat there for a full minute, playing with my cock before I grabbed her head and started to move her back and forth on my cock, poking a little deeper each time. Then I plunged hard inside her mouth, pulling her face into my crotch and ramming my cock deep into her throat. She screamed in surprise, but gagged with meat as she was, the vibrations only served to pleasure me. I fucked her face hard, listening to her choking and loving the sound, until I felt I was about to cum. Regretfully I pulled out, letting her collapse, gasping on the floor. I lifted her back to her knees.

"Grab it, and move your hand up and down. Keep your mouth open."

It took four strokes before the first load of my cum splattered her in a long string from over her eye to below her mouth. She pulled away in surprise but I was ready for her and I grabbed her head, forcing her to take spurt after spurt of cum on her face before aiming my cock in her mouth and filling it up.

"Swallow," I told her and she did, quite meekly and then looked up at me grinning, her face coated in strings of sticky cum.

"I liked that, sir," she told me.

I bent down and grabbed her below the thighs, lifting her onto the sofa and raising her ass in the air to give me access to her virgin pussy. It was gleaming with pussy juices. 

"Stick it in me sir," Anna cried, surprising me with her eagerness, she clearly didn't realize that her first time would hurt. 

I rested the tip of my cock at the entrance to her warm wet hole. I would fuck her hard, I would make her squeal. Leaning all my weight behind it I thrust in hard and fast, watching Anna's face. Her expression went from one of happy excitement to one of sheer pain, and she screamed as I impaled her. I stayed in for a few seconds before beginning to thrust hard and fast, enjoying her reaction and the dribble of blood that came out of her pussy. 

Soon I was reaching an orgasm again and I came deep inside her before pulling out to cum in and around her pussy lips. By now Anna was crying, but I held her shoulders and shook her until she stopped. Guiding her hand once again, I loaded it up with cum and pussy juice and then watched as she sucked the mixture from her fingers. She repeated without being told until she was almost clean of cum. 

I decided to show her what an orgasm was like, so I bent down till my face was millimeters from her red raw pussy. She smelled of sweet musk, and her scent aroused me even more. I gently licked from her asshole all the way up to her quivering clit. I heard her high pitched gasp from above me, and then her soft moans of pleasure as I pushed my tongue slowly into her hole. Working her pussy excited me as much as her, and soon I was rock hard once again. As Anna started to buck against my face and moan even louder, I stood up, and once again rammed my cock deep into her. She didn't scream this time, but let out a long hard moan as I impaled her again. I came within seconds and my hot cum splattering her insides brought her to the first orgasm of her life. Her clenching muscles massaged my cock, milking every last drop of cum from my throbbing member. She was yelling and shaking, her eyes closed, sweat glistening on her as she writhed in ecstasy. I pulled out and flopped onto the sofa, my cock rapidly softening, my eyes closed. Until I felt Anna cleaning her pussy juice off my cock with her mouth.

I love my job.



Virgin Ass



This is a 100% true and factual story.

As she sat naked in front of her computer on her butt plug, she began typing her next story. The plug had been stretching her hole for over an hour, only three more to go. Sitting on it made her so horny, her clit was throbbing for attention. She wanted so badly to run to her bedroom, masturbate and use her vibrator to get some relief. But, she dare not disappoint him once again. She had displeased him too many times and each time made her feel worse than the previous. This time, she would follow his instructions, write her story, and wait for his call to remove the plug.

He asked her to document their last meeting and submit the story to him. It was difficult enough for her to remember everything that happened at the hotel, never mind, write about it while sitting on a butt plug, craving some form of sexual relief. Any type of relief would do. Oh, how she needed to cum! 

Her asshole was twitching from the plug, which caused her pussy to pulsate and her clit to throb. Every time she recalled that second meeting in the hotel, she became more and more wet. How could she possibly write about what happened while in this condition? Besides, she could barely remember it since she was so new to submission and terrified to meet him that second time. It all happened so fast and now it was just one big blur in her head. 

He told her what he planned on doing that night to her virgin ass and she was surprised to discover that she loved every minute of it. He began tormenting her immediately after their first meeting, when he humiliated her in the restaurant, stuffed her panties into her mouth and made her walk back to her car in broad daylight. 

After that first encounter, she became a wild woman, emailing and flirting with anyone who sent her feedback from her latest Literotica story. She even shared parts of their first meeting with another author. When he found out, he wasn't happy and told her that she "cheapened their story." After reading his email about how disappointed he was, she felt horrible about what she had done. He was right and she couldn't believe that her behavior was so irrational. 

She didn't do it on purpose. It's just that she was so excited and needed desperately to talk to someone about what he did at the restaurant and how he made her feel. There was no one else to talk to. Being new to submission, she didn't know what was happening to her. She was constantly horny and needed relief, needed to be fucked, needed to cum. She knew she was out of control, but she couldn't seem to stop herself. 

He knew it too and that's why he called the next morning to deal with her negative actions. He wasn't happy when he discovered her emails to the other Doms, especially the author. She barely slept as she was up all night crying and thinking about what she had done, trying to figure out why she behaved the way she did. Tears were running down her face as she thought about how she disappointed him. All of a sudden, the phone rang. It was Him.

"I am so sorry for what I've done. Please forgive me." She said.

"I know that you are sorry." He replied.

There was a long uncomfortable pause.

"I promise I will never do it again. I won't respond to any emails. I won't ever share our story with anyone." She said.

"Have you showered yet? He asked.

"No." She replied.

"What are you planning to wear to work today?" He asked.

"A skirt, top, high heels, bra and panties." She responded.

"What kind of panties?" He asked.

"I'm not sure yet." She replied.

"Open your draw and choose a pair." He said.

She opened the drawer, looked at her panties and chose a pretty white thong with a cute white satin bow in the back.

"A white thong." She said.

"Lay on the bed with your panties next to you." He ordered.

She lay on her bed.

"Why is your pussy so wet?" He asked.

She felt her pussy. Oh my god. She thought. How did he know how wet she was when she didn't even know?

"Spread your legs." He commanded

She spread her legs.

"Further." He said

She spread her legs further.

"Put your fingers on your clit and move it around in circles." He ordered.

She began moving her fingers around

There was a long pause. He was listening to her breathing, which was getting deeper and deeper.

"I want you to know that I am not doing this for you. I am doing this because you need to cum right now." He said.

She didn't quite understand what he was saying but she was glad that he was still talking to her after what she had done. It never took her long to cum and she could feel an orgasm coming almost immediately after she started playing with herself.

"You know that you are not in control anymore." He said. 

"Yes." She replied

"You know that I am going to take control of you." He said.

"Yes." She responded.

There was another long pause. Her breathing was heavier now. The more she thought about what he said, the more she needed to cum.

"I'm going to cum." She said. 

"You must ask for permission first." He replied.

"Please may I cum?" She asked.

Another pause.

"Please may I cum Sir?" She asked again.

"Yes." He said.

She started moaning and screaming and came

"Do it again." He ordered.

Surprised at his command, she began masturbating again.

"Is this what you want Slut?" He asked.

"What do you mean?" She asked as she squirmed on the bed

Another pause

"Do you really want to be controlled?" He asked.

"I think so." She said softly while playing with her clit.

"Do you want to be controlled or not?" He asked again.

"Yes. I do." She replied. Panting now from masturbating and listening to his voice, which always turned her on. Soon, she felt another orgasm coming. 

There was another long pause as he listened to her heavy breathing.

"Please may I cum?" She asked

"You have disappointed me." He told her.

"I know. I am so sorry. I won't ever do it again." She said. "Please?" 

"You need to know that you are not in control anymore." He said.

"Yes Sir. Pleeeeease may I cum?" She asked. 

"Do you understand?" He asked.

"Yes." She said. Trying hard to hold it in. 

"Pleeeeease?" She pleaded.

"You may cum." He said.

She screamed and moaned louder than the first. She was panting and wiggling all over the bed. When she was finished, she realized that she was on the other side of the bed. How did she get there without even knowing? She thought.

"Tell me how wet your pussy is." He said.

She reached down and put her finger inside her pussy. 

"It's soaking wet." She responded.

"Good. Now take your panties and put them in there." He ordered.

"What did you say?" She asked. She couldn't believe what she heard.

"Put your panties in your cunt." He ordered again.

Shaking, she took her panties and started inserting them in her pussy. Fortunately, she chose a thong, not larger bikini underwear. She couldn't believe that she was doing this.

"How far are they in?" He asked.

"Half way." She said huffing.

"Keep going until they are all they way in." He ordered.

She was trying hard to push them as far as she could into her pussy. It was very difficult. 

"I have a small, tight pussy. I've never had kids. I don't think that they will fit." She said.

"They'll fit. Keep going." He said patiently.

She kept pushing them in. There was one piece that just wouldn't go in so she stuck her fingers inside her cunt and shifted the panties further into her hole.

Finally, the last piece was in.

"It's in." She said panting.

"Look down and tell me if you see any part of the panties showing." He said.

She looked down.

"I don't." She responded.

"Good. You don't want to get them wet when you're in the shower." He said.

She gasped.

"From now on, you must earn the right to wear panties." He said.

She gasped again.

"You will go to work with your panties in your cunt," He commanded.

Oh God. She thought. How could she go to work without any underwear? Never mind, wearing them inside her pussy. And, of all the days. As an executive, she had to lead two meetings that morning and she was the only woman attending.

"You will not take them out until I tell you to." He ordered.

"Yes Sir." She replied.

"When you take them out, I want you to put them in a plastic bag, seal it and mail it to my address." He said. 

"Yes Sir." She replied.

Guess any potential thoughts of taking them out and deceiving him are out of the question. She thought. He didn't miss a trick.

"I will call you later and give you the address." He said.

"Yes Sir." She replied.

There was a long pause.

"Your welcome." He said.

"Thank you." She responded.

"Have a nice day." He said and hung up.

She didn't quite understand it at the time, but the panties actually made her strangely calm and she was finally able to focus on her work. Her head wasn't spinning like it had been when she met him a few days earlier. 

Was this what she really needed? She thought. Was his control improving her concentration and making her calmer? How could this be? How could a pair of panties inside her make such a difference in her demeanor? 

When she turned on her computer at work that day, she saw the emails from the other Doms. However, she didn't dare open them or respond. She didn't want to disappoint him once again. Little did she know, she would continue to displease him over the next few months. 

He left her a voice mail message while she was in her meetings.

"I wanted to see how your day was going. Hopefully you will have more calm about yourself. Call me"

When she called him back he said, "Are you enjoying your day?"

"I'm unusually calm. I don't understand. Why is that?" She asked.

"You have given up some control. You were out of control and you needed some direction." He responded

"Oh." She responded.

There was a long pause.

"Your welcome." He said.

"Thank you." She replied.

"Is there a sex toy store in your area?" He asked.

"Yes. There's one a few miles away." She replied.

"I want you to go there today and buy two butt plugs for us. One small and one medium." He said.

Oh God! She thought. She had never even seen a butt plug let alone use one. How was she going to use it? Her ass had never been used before and she was very afraid of plugs and anal sex.

"But I don't even know what a butt plug looks like." She said.

"Ask someone." He responded.

"OK." She replied.

On her way home from work, she stopped at the store and bought the butt plugs. As she was walking to the store, the wind blew her skirt up and she quickly grabbed it to hold it down. What if someone saw that she wasn't wearing any panties? She thought. Imagine what the people in the store would think if they knew where her panties were. 

She was devastated when she saw what a butt plug looked like and how big they were. For some reason, she thought they'd be much smaller. She started crying on her drive home. The stress of the last few days was getting to her. She hadn't slept a full night since she met him, her panties were in her pussy and she had two butt plugs in her car. How did she end up in this situation? She thought. All of a sudden he called on her cell phone.

"How are you?" He asked.

Sobbing she said "OK."

"You don't sound OK." He said.

"I just bought the butt plugs and I don't know how they will possibly fit in there." She said sobbing.

"What color are they?" He asked. 

"Purple." She replied. 

"They will fit. You did good today. How much further to your house?" He asked.

"About 5 minutes." She responded.

"I call you when you get home. No more tears. Smile." He said.

"OK." She said softly.

She smiled and calmed down a bit on her way home. When she got home, he called and told her to take the panties out and put them in a bag. When she took them out, she couldn't believe how wet they were. They were soaked. Could she have been that horny all day? How did they stay so wet? She thought to herself. 

Her clit was throbbing as she continued to write her story. Every time she shifted in her chair, she could feel the plug in her butt. She put her hand on her clit for one second, then immediately took it off. He wouldn't really know if she masturbated. Would he? 

She looked at the clock, only 1.5 hours to go with the butt plug. Hopefully, he would call her right away and give her permission to cum when the time was up. She was so horny! The more she thought about the plug in her ass, the wetter she became and she couldn't stop squirming. Thinking about her walk into work that day with her panties inside her pussy, was driving her crazy. He knew exactly how to torment her and she enjoyed every bit of it.

She got up from the computer and went to the bathroom with the plug still inside her. As she wiped herself, she could see how wet her pussy was. Opening her nightstand drawer, she took out her vibrator, laid it on the bed, and placed her fingers over her pussy once again. Holding the vibrator in her hand, she thought about turning it on and pressing it against her clit. Oh! She was so horny! She needed it so badly. The plug was driving her insane! 

He stopped her from masturbating over a month ago. She used to do it three times a day. Now she has to wait for his permission. Doesn't he realize how difficult this is for her? It's truly torturous. Why must he punish her like this? She thought. 

After he trained her to use the butt plugs, her cravings became worse. Somehow the plug made her even hornier than ever. Would he really know? How bad could the punishment be if he found out? It can't be worse than this? She thought. He told her she was out of control. But how could he expect her to change overnight? Surely there should be some sort of grace period. After carefully thinking about it, she decided to follow his orders by finishing the story, then, she would play with herself once it was completed. 

He told her to bring her toys, butt plugs, and two pairs of her favorite panties with her when she met him at the hotel. She was surprised that he wanted her to bring panties since she wasn't allowed to wear them. 

That morning she shaved her pussy just the way he liked it, trimmed on the lips and lower areas, with hair on the triangle. Thinking about what might happen that afternoon, her hands began to shake and she was afraid that she might cut herself shaving. 

He told her that he was going to tie her up face down and take her virgin ass, then turn her over, tie her up again, fuck her pussy and then take pictures. Oh God! Not pictures! She thought. She begged him for days not to take the pictures. He said that they would discuss it when she got to the hotel. 

There were so many times that week that she had decided not to go through with it because of the pictures. But, each time he called, and she heard his voice, she changed her mind. There was something about him that she was drawn to. She was helpless when he spoke to her. He was so powerful, so domineering. He was different from all the others. He understood her better than she knew herself and could see right through her.

She had a reputation to uphold and didn't feel that she knew him well enough for pictures. Plus, she hated looking at herself in photos. What would he do with them? Why couldn't he wait for another time to take them? She thought. A time when she knew him better and felt more comfortable. Sure, taking pictures was in one of her stories, but she wrote that story for someone else. It wasn't her fantasy, or was it?

Even on the drive over, she had doubts. She was so terrified to meet him again that she could barely speak when he called her in her car to give her instructions. 

"Are you as excited as I am about today?" He asked.

There was a pause.

"I, uh, don't know. I'm scared." She said as her lips quivered.

She barely knew him and couldn't believe that she was actually going to meet him in a hotel. Why was she doing this? Why couldn't she resist him? Why did he have this power over her? She thought.

"Scared is good." He replied.

"How far away are you?" He asked.

"About 30 minutes." She replied.

"When you get to the hotel, call me from the parking lot." He said.

"OK." She replied.

Driving down the freeway, she thought about how dangerous it was to meet him this way. Though, there was something about him that she trusted. He was extremely intelligent, smarter than she was, which is exactly what she was looking for and needed. When they talked on the phone, it was uncanny how he could read her mind. She was captivated and fascinated by him. 

Her heart started to race as she drove into the hotel parking lot.

"I'm in the parking lot," She said shuddering. 

"Park over next to the blue car behind you." He said.

Blue car, what blue car? She thought. 

"Where are you?" She asked.

"Watching you. I'll be down to meet you." He replied

Her hands were trembling as she pulled her little green bag with her toys out of the back seat. She was wearing a very pretty, very low cut dress that hung just above her knees, with 3-inch black high heels that had an opening in the front that showed her pink painted toe nails. Her double D breasts were hanging out of the dress. She couldn't believe that she was actually walking into the hotel. 

There was a tall, older man standing by the elevator with gray hair and a beard. He licked his lips when she passed by him. Looking her up and down, he smiled like he was going to have her for dinner. She thought that the older man called out to Him as he exited the elevator and walked out to the rear door. 

He looked in her direction, but didn't make any eye contact. Did he not see her? Where was he going? Should she have waited in the car? She could feel the older man's eyes on her and she freaked out. He had mentioned that eventually he would share her with others. Was he planning on sharing her with this guy today? 

She decided to hide in the restroom and collect herself. Sitting on the toilet with her head in her hands, she started shaking and crying, trying to figure out how she was going to escape. 

Oh God! She thought. How was she going to go ahead with this? How could she? Especially if there was another man involved. She could barely handle being with him never mind someone else. What was she going to do? But how could she leave when she came this far? It felt like she had been in there forever. She was so torn in her thoughts. Was he looking for her? Maybe she could slip out the back door without him even knowing.

As soon as she exited the restroom, he was right there. She must have looked like a sight to him. Her face was red from being upset. Her heart was racing and she could barely speak. She couldn't remember what he said in the beginning. All she remembered was being handed a room key. He asked her what kind of wine she wanted and told her to wait for him in the room. Her lips were quivering when she asked him to repeat the room number.

When she went to the elevator, the older man was gone. She breathed as sigh of relief. Maybe her mind was working on overdrive and she was thinking too much. Perhaps the older man was just simply admiring her body.

She just stood there, when she entered the room. Being new to submission, she wasn't sure if she should sit down or not. She noticed a small stool sitting in the center of the room and wondered what his plans were for her and the stool. 

He entered the room and handed her a glass of wine. 

"Thank you." She said.


She took a few sips of the wine.

"You look very nice today." He said.




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"Thank you." She said.

"If there is any time that you want to leave, just say so and I will let you go. Understand?" He said.

"Yes." She replied. 

He took the wine out of her hand and placed it on the table then sat on the bed.

"Turn around." He ordered.

She turned around with her ass facing him. He lifted up the back of her dress, exposing her behind. He rubbed her ass and then quickly spread her cheeks and looked right at her hole, checking to see the progress the butt plug made in stretching her.

She put her hand over her eyes in embarrassment.

"Take off your dress." He ordered.

He helped her lift her dress over her head, leaving only her bra and high heels on. He unhooked her bra and took it off.

"Close your eyes and turn around." He ordered.

Oh God! She thought. She was so embarrassed to be naked in front of him. What if he didn't like her body? She turned around and faced him. As he looked at her, she started to tremble. 

He walked her over to the corner right by the room entrance.

"Stand in the corner." He ordered.

She was trembling and breathing heavy as she stood there. He handed her the unfinished glass of wine.

"You are not allowed out of the corner until you finish the wine." He said.

She could barely get the glass up to her mouth with her hands shaking so much. Listening intently, she could hear him moving around the room and then come closer.

She winced as he neared her.

"You have 30 seconds to finish that wine. If you don't finish it, you will drink it in the corridor." He said.

She gasped then quickly chugged the half glass of wine.

"I'm finished." She said.

He took the glass from her and told her to close her eyes. Leading her over to the bed, he sat down on the edge and said "Kneel."

She knelt down.

"Open your eyes." He ordered.

She opened her eyes and to her surprised she immediately saw his beautiful erect cock. He was naked and she was extremely attracted to his body. He was tall and trim and his cock was perfect. She wanted so badly to suck it the minute she saw it. He let her do it for a short while. 

Just as she was really getting into his cock, he took it away from her and said, "Take your shoes off. I'm going to watch you take a shower." 

She scrambled to take her shoes of while kneeling. It took forever to get the first one off.

"Stand up." He said.

He led her into the shower and left her there for a few minutes. She could feel herself calming down a bit as the hot water touched her skin. Still fearful of what might happen, she couldn't believe that she was actually in the hotel with him. When he returned, he opened the curtain and watched her shower, then handed her a towel.

He led her back to the bed.

"Show me your toys." He said.

She bent over, opened her green bag and pulled out a vibrator, dildo, and two butt plugs; one small and one medium sized, and placed them on the bed.

He bent her over the bed, took the medium size butt plug and some gel and inserted it into her ass. She whimpered. She didn't like the medium size plug. It hurt.

"No whining." He said.

He walked her over to the stool and made her sit down on it. She winced in pain as the plug moved further in and shifted in her asshole.

"Close your eyes." He said.

She closed her eyes.

The plug was hurting her as it stretched her asshole. She was shaking, not only from the pain of the butt plug, but also from nerves. She was extremely anxious about what was going to happen.

Listening intently to him moving around the room, it sounded like he was opening the closet door. What was he doing? Where was he? She thought. What was he planning on doing to her next? Whatever it was, would it hurt?

She flinched as he came closer to her. He touched her left nipple and then "Ouch!" She yelled.

He placed something on her nipple that was pinching her really badly.

Then "Ouch!" again she yelled.

He put something on her other nipple. 

Tears began running down her face. No one had ever put anything on her ultra sensitive nipples before and she couldn't bear the pain. She no longer felt the butt plug. All she could focus on was her nipples.

She panicked and started breathing heavy and fast. What was on her nipples? She thought. What was he doing to her?

"Breath slower." He said.

She tried to breath slower but it was difficult. 

"That hanger looks good on you." He said.

Oh God! He put the pants hanger on my nipples. This is too much! She thought as she continued to cry. Her nipples felt like they were on fire. The pain was unbearable. Please, please take them off! She thought. 

She tried really hard to breath slower, but it was impossible. She didn't know how to deal with the pain and breathing heavy seemed to be the only solution.

She wanted to open her eyes, look at him and plead with him to remove the hangar. It drove her crazy that she couldn't see his eyes.

"Do not open your eyes." He said.

The pain was getting worse and the tears kept flowing. I'm so new. She thought. Why did you have to put a hangar on me? Why couldn't you use your hands or start with nipple clamps or something easier to deal with? 

Her nipples are so sensitive that she can cum just by having them played with. This hangar was more than she could bear. Fortunately for her, he didn't keep it on very long. As he removed the hanger he said, "This will hurt after I remove it."

"Ouch!" She yelled as they came off her nipples. They were burning again as the blood rushed through them.

She was panting, breathing heavy and still crying as he took her over to the bed. 

He removed the butt plug and said. "Lay on the bed face down."

She complied.

He took her left hand and tied her wrists to the bed with rope, then her right. She could feel him pulling it tighter and tighter. No one had ever tied her this tight to the bed before.

He took her left leg and spread it as far as it could go and tied her ankle to the bed. Then he tied the right. She was completely helpless and bound tightly to the bed

"You are no longer in control and I can do whatever I want to you, slut." He said.

She gasped and started wiggling and breathing heavier.

He began feeling her ass and thighs and climbed on top of her.

She was so nervous, and knew he was about to mount her from the rear and take her virgin ass. He told her he would. She was quivering and clenched her fists and closed her eyes really tight, getting ready for whatever pain she might feel. Never had anyone been in her ass before. She knew she was about to lose her anal virginity. 

She screamed in fear as his cock slowly inched into her hole. Her hands clutched onto the ropes but she knew she could not escape the inevitable. He was in control and fucking her asshole and there was nothing she could do to stop it. 

Much to her surprise, as it moved inside her, it didn't hurt at all. It actually felt good, really good. He started pushing it in further and she could feel him filling her up, deeper and deeper with his cock.

As he moved in an out of her butt, she began moaning and could feel her pussy pulsating from his movements. He pumped her faster and faster, and she moaned and screamed louder and louder.

"Do not scream or make any noise." He said.

"Ooohhhh! I'm sorry. I can't help it. It feels so good." She replied.

"No noise." He said as he pumped her harder and harder.

She was a screamer and it was so difficult for her to keep quiet while having sex. She couldn't believe how much better his cock felt as opposed to the butt plugs. She could feel it surrounding the walls of her asshole and pushing against her pussy.

Her whole body was shaking as he moved in and out, faster and faster. She was helpless to stop him from fucking her ass as long as he wanted to. He was in charge.

She could feel his dick pulsating in her asshole

"Oh!" She moaned.

"Quite." He said as he slowed down his movements.

Suddenly, he got up and she could here him shuffling around

She heard a click from a camera.

Oh God! Not pictures! She thought as she hid her face in the pillow.

"Please don't. Please don't take any pictures." She pleaded.

Click. Another one.

"I want to capture your ass after it's been fucked for the first time." He said.

"Oh God. Pleeeeease?" She pleaded.

Click. Another one.

She was whimpering into the pillow when he went off into the bathroom to wash himself. At least he didn't get her face. She thought.

When he came back. He untied her and turned her over. He began strapping her up again. First, her arms, and then her legs. She was spread eagle on the bed and tied tighter than ever before.

When he started playing with her breasts, she began moaning and wiggling on the bed. 

"I barely touched you." He said

"I'm very sensitive." She replied.

He turned around facing her feet and placed his butt hole in her face. She liked his firm round ass. She starting licking his asshole, figuring that's what he wanted. 

To her surprise she really enjoyed doing this to him. She wasn't sure exactly how she was supposed to do it. No one had ever asked her to do this before. She moved her tongue around his asshole and began licking it. She tried to curl her tongue up and stick it inside him a little. She had read about women doing this. He had a nice asshole and she thoroughly enjoyed pleasing him. 

He got up and she heard the click of the camera again.

"No please don't!" She said as she tried to hide her head in the pillow. She realized that no matter what she did, no matter how hard she tried to move her neck, he could still see her face in the camera. Her bindings wouldn't allow her to hide.

Pictures were a breaking point for her and she told herself, if he took them, she would leave.

The camera clicked again and she started to cry.

"I want to go! I have to go! Please!" She said.

He immediately jumped on the bed, untied her left hand and said. 

"Do you really want to go?" 

Sobbing, she said "No. But, I have to if you take any more pictures."

"I don't know you well enough." She said with tears in her eyes.

"Do you really want to go?" He asked again.

"No. I don't but I can't stay if you take pictures." She replied.


"There is no film in the camera." He said.

"There isn't? Really?" She asked sobbing.

"No." He said.

"Thank you. I really don't want to leave. I really don't." She said sniffling.

"Are you sure?" He asked. 

She shook her head and, whimpering said, "Yes. I'm sure."

She really, truly didn't want to leave him and he knew that. He tied her arm back to the bed and got on top of her. She wanted so badly to feel his dick inside her. Her pussy was soaking wet from the butt fucking.

"Close your eyes." He ordered.

He mounted her and slipped his cock inside her pussy. As soon as he started pumping her cunt, she began screaming again.

"No noise." He said 

"I'm trying. But I can't help it." She said.

His dick moved deeper and deeper into her pussy and she began pulsating. She wanted to cum immediately after he put it in.

As he was fucking her he said "How does if feel to know that I have total control of your body."

"Good." She said gasping for air.

He was fucking her harder and harder and her body was shaking. She was trying as hard as she could not to scream. 

"I can do whatever I want to you." He said.

Oh God! He was driving her insane. She was going to burst. She couldn't move her arms or her legs. She wanted so badly to be able to move her hips and fuck him back but he had her pinned down. 

His dick felt so good and she was trying so hard to stop herself from cumming until he gave permission. He was driving her nuts both mentally and physically. 

"I will take you whenever I want." He said as he fucked her.

He began pounding her harder and harder, faster and faster. She was lost in another world, sweating, panting, wanting and waiting for his cum in her pussy.

She was trying hard not to scream, not to cum but was having great difficulties. Occasionally, while he fucked her, she grunted instead. She couldn't stop herself from making noise.

"I own you." He said

Oh! The more he talked the more he drove her insane! As he continued to fuck her, she wanted so badly to look at him to see the fire in his eyes. But, she wasn't allowed. As she started to open her eyes, he said.

"Keep your eyes closed." 

"I'm sorry." She replied huffing. 

He continued to fuck her, jamming his big cock deep inside her pussy

Oh God! She thought. How much more can I take? I can't hold it in any longer. Pounding her hard with his dick, she could feel her pussy pulsating. He knew she was about to blow. 

Finally, he said, "You may cum." 

And with that, she started moaning and shaking and she could feel his cum shooting inside her, filling her pussy up with his juices. 

When he was finished, she lay there panting on the bed. After he untied her they laid there for a few minutes. He gave her a hug and then said, "It's time for a shower." 

He walked her to the bathroom and she entered the shower. A few minutes later he joined her. She thoroughly enjoyed washing his tall, handsome body and scrubbing his round ass and long legs. As she was soaping his chest, he said, "You did good today." She responded by saying, "thank you." Knowing that their time was almost over, she became very sad. She didn't want the shower to come to an end. 

Before she left, they sat on the edge of the bed together. He took out his camera and tried to show her the pictures. She didn't want to look at them. At a quick glance, she did notice that there were only a few picture of her; when she was tied up, face down. None of them were face up...just as he said. Then, he took the disk out of his camera and handed it to her and said. "Here. You may keep the pictures."

"Thank you." She said.

"Your welcome." He Responded.

She finished the story a half an hour before he was supposed to call. Laying on her bed, waiting for him, she picked up the vibrator, turned it on and placed it near her clit. Oh, how she needed to cum! She couldn't wait any longer. She did everything he told her to do that day. Writing the story made her so wet, she craved some relief. Why couldn't she masturbate? Why? She thought. 

Exhausted from lack of sleep, she turned the vibrator off, sighed, and said softly "Please call. Please call and give me permission to masturbate. Please?" Tired, she fell asleep with her butt plug still inside her and the vibrator in her hand next to her on the pillow, waiting for his consent to cum. 



Virgin Aunt's Used Panties



It is rather interesting that my first story about my panty sniffing habits on this site starts with the most recent encounter instead of the very first encounter. However, as this is the freshest memory in my mind, it is fitting that this short encounter be the first to be posted. I will post the rest of my countless panty sniffing adventures in time to come.

This story all started when I travelled back to my family home to visit my parents during the recent holidays. My aunt who lived in Australia had also planned a trip back and thus I found myself under the same roof with an early 50's virgin unmarried aunt. With all honesty, my aunt was not a hottie or someone who would make heads turn in public, but I hadn't seen her in 4 years and for her age, she still looked pretty good. She had dyed red rebonded hair with a slim figure. Her breasts were merely 30A, but for an Asian, it was considered rather an average size. 

The day she got back, my whole family including me, my parents, my sister, my wife and my kid spent almost the whole day out with her, eating lunch and walking around the local shopping mall. She was in black slacks and a pink top, and considering I hadn't seen her for ages, I found myself wondering what her underwear looked like. After all, it is worth pondering what panties a virgin unmarried woman at her age would be wearing. Would it be the more conservative granny styled panties or was there a raging slut underneath her exterior who loved to wear sexy underwear?

I didn't get to satisfy my curiosity for the whole day, as even after reaching home from the mall, she didn't change out of her clothes or take a shower. I nursed a painful hardon the whole day watching her walk around my house and sprawled on the couch watching television. My whole family went out for dinner late at night, and I was still fantasising what panties were covering her maiden cunt. Tried very hard to spot hints of a visible panty line (VPL) but her slacks were slightly baggy and didn't give me much of a hint of what lay underneath it. Finally, upon reaching home after dinner, my aunt went to take a shower and dumped her whole pile of clothes into the laundry basket upstairs. I would have loved to dive into that basket rightaway, however my wife and parents kept loitering around upstairs and I didn't get a chance for at least an hour after the panties were off her cunt. 

My chance finally came when my parents suggested to drink some wine as a nightcap before sleeping. Putting my daughter off to bed, the whole family settled into the hall downstairs to drink and chat. After about 20 mins of drinking, I feigned a stomachache and rushed upstairs to swipe her panties out from the basket and into the toilet. I was shivering in anticipation as I locked the toilet door and settled myself in for an explosive jerkoff. I carefully examined my prize. A pair of pink M sized Triumph Sweeties cotton brief panties rested in my palm. There was frilly lace around the leg and waistband area, and this merely served to enhance my excitement.

With a pounding heart, I slowly opened to view the crotch area. To my disappointment, there were no juices or discharge at all in there. Not even the usual yellow spot in the crotch. My heart sank, did my aunt use panty liners? Slowly I raised it to my nose. The familiar musky pussy smell rose from the cloth. Mixed with it was a strong piss smell as well as sweat. After all, my aunt had worn this pair for the whole day. My cock immediately rose to attention. Even though there was no visible cunt juices, the smell was very much present. Strange that with such a strong smell, there was no sign of any pussy juice on the panty at all. My aunt must really wipe her pussy often throughout the day. 

My shorts dropped to the floor immediately and I started rubbing my rock hard cock while sniffing the crotch. Her musky cunt smell kept my hardon going strong as I lubricated my cock with some baby oil kept on a rack in the toilet. After I had sniffed enough of her cunt, I tentatively took a few licks of the crotch area. I tasted a salty aftertaste in my mouth. This was the closest I could get to licking my aunt's cunt! 

I started taking deeper breathes when I could feel my climax approaching and I inhaled as much as I could of her pussy scent. Old maiden cunt smells just as good. I had to exercise great restraint to avoid myself shooting my sperm right into my aunt's panty crotch. I love shooting sperm into panty crotches and watching my sperm mix with pussy juices. In the end, I shot long streams of cum all over the toilet floor. Realising I had been gone rather long, I quickly wiped up my mess with tissue and flushed to complete my act.

On the way downstairs, I dropped her now scentless panties back into the basket, just the way she had left it. I rejoined my family in the drinking session and snickered quietly to myself while watching my aunt as I ran over the memories of sniffing her panties in my mind. 



Virgin Australia



Courtney Hewitt had never been on a flight before, but she didn't feel nervous in the least. It would be a very lengthy trip to New York City, but Courtney knew it would be worth it. 

 This would be a very special trip, for a very special reason: if everything worked out, Courtney would be fucked for the very first time.

 For years, Courtney and her girlfriends in Perth had had crushes on American hip-hop artists and R & B singers. They fantasized about what it would be like to touch their smooth, dark skin, feel their lips on their nipples, take their hard cocks into their wet pussies. Courtney spent many nights masturbating to those gorgeous black superstars, sometimes working her pussy so hard her fingers became sore. 

 Courtney wanted to be with a black American man so much that she decided that she would lose her virginity to one. It was a bit difficult keeping this pledge to herself: she was quite beautiful, with long, light-brown hair, lightly freckled pale skin, bright blue eyes and a full, firm arse, and Aussie boys lusted after her. She came very close to surrendering her virginity many times, but always hesitated, saying that she was Catholic, and was saving herself for marriage.

 She was indeed saving herself...for the right black American man.

 --

 Right after Courtney checked in to her Manhattan hotel room, she texted Joey Burke, the handsome black stud she had met online a few months back. 

 "I'm here!"

 A few minutes later, Joey texted back.

 "Cool. Welcome to NYC. Been waiting 4 U, honey. U need your rest first?"

 "Definitely. How about seeing you tomorrow night?"

 "Sure. Will keep it warm 4 U 'til then."

 ":)"

 As Courtney slept, she dreamed of the sexual delight she would soon experience. She couldn't wait. 

 Thought it was her first trip to New York, Courtney wasn't interested in sightseeing or shopping. She was here to fuck and leave. She stayed in her hotel room all day, watching as much interracial porn as possible to charge herself up. After eating a quick lunch, she left the hotel room and took a cab to Joey's apartment in Brooklyn.

 She rang Joey's doorbell and was quickly buzzed in. As the elevator took her to the tenth floor, she could feel her pussy on fire with excitement.

 She knocked on the door of room 320 and was greeted by Joey, his smooth chocolate skin so luscious and sweet that Courtney immediately kissed him. 

 "That's a welcome, baby."

 Courtney smiled. I don't even want to talk, she thought. I just want you to fuck me.

 Joey was a dancer, model and aspiring rapper, and Courtney expected to see posters of his favorite hip-hop artists on the walls of his apartment. She was stunned to see the actual photos on his walls: images of Nicole Kidman, Cate Blanchett, Toni Collette, Kylie Minogue, Elle MacPherson, Miranda Kerr, Michelle Jenneke, Gemma Ward, Nicole Trunfio, Margot Robbie and Rachael Taylor were all over the place.

 "Notice what all these ladies have in common?"

 Courtney loved hearing Joey's deep voice. She turned to look at this tall, muscular black man, in his crisp black shirt and blue jeans, a silver earring shining brightly against his dark skin.

 "They're all Aussies," Courtney softly replied.

 "That's right," Joey said, stepping closer, a warm smile emerging from his mouth. "I love Australian women. They're so beautiful and sweet."

 Courtney blushed. "What attracts you to us Aussie girls?"

 "I saw this video one time of Kylie Minogue...she had that song, 'I Just Can't Get You Out of My Head.' She looked so sexy in that video--she knocked me off my feet. And from there, I just started falling in love with all these hot ladies from Down Under. I want to go there one day. Look..."

 Suddenly, Joey took off his shirt, exposing his hard six-pack abs and perfect chest. Courtney felt a surge of sexual energy go through her body. Joey turned around and showed his broad back; he had a tattoo of the Australian flag on his shoulder.

 "Wow," Courtney whispered. "You really love my country."

 "Yes, baby," said Joey, turning back around, his hard-on now seemingly ready to burst from his jeans. "Courtney..."

 "Yes..."

 "I think you're sexier than all those Aussie honeys. I want you so bad..."

 Courtney and Joey rushed towards each other, kissing and embracing. Courtney quickly removed her white blouse and black skirt; Joey smiled as he looked at her pale body and pink bra and panties. After removing his jeans, he teased Courtney with a glimpse of his large, shiny black penis through the slit in his red boxers. Courtney removed her bra and panties; Joey's eyes bulged at the sight of her lovely pussy. Courtney grasped the sides of Joey's boxers, pulled them down, and nearly fainted at the sight of Joey's magnificent big black dick.

 Courtney tied her long hair back, knelt down and began to suck his cock; Joey groaned in pleasure as she licked his head and fondled his balls. It wasn't long before his cum gushed forth, coating her face, lips, neck and shoulders. Courtney smiled with erotic delight as she rubbed Joey's juices into her skin. 

 Joey helped her to her feet and kissed her again. 

 "Let me get my condoms--"

 "No," Courtney nodded. "Not needed."

 "Oh, you're good."

 "Yes."

 Courtney was not on any form of birth control; rather, she was turned on by the thought of Joey causing her to fall pregnant thanks to his potent black seed, and what it would be like to be the white mum of a black baby. As Joey kissed her pink nipples and stroked her pussy, Courtney imagined her black-cock-craving girlfriends becoming jealous of her, and the fact that she had fulfilled the fantasy they had shared for years. 

 Courtney sighed as Joey continued to lick and fondle her. His dark skin looked so good against her pale skin, his big, muscular body such a contrast to her slender, delicate frame. She cooed as he licked her arsehole, and wondered what it would be like to have his cock and cream penetrate her arse. 

 Finally, the golden moment; Joey spread her pale thighs and inserted his massive black American cock into her virgin pink Australian pussy. He fucked her passionately, wildly; Courtney was convinced that Joey was imaging himself making love to all of the Aussie beauties he had a crush on. He kept muttering that she was beautiful as he thrust himself over and over into her. Courtney loved it. She wanted his cum inside her pussy. She wanted to make a baby with this sexy American. 

 After what seemed like hours, Joey groaned as his cum poured into Courtney's pussy. He pulled out of her and collapsed next to her, his body exhausted. Courtney looked at this sweating black hunk and smiled. She kissed him and drifted off into sleep.

 The next morning, she awoke to the sound of Joey in the shower. She stood up and reached for her panties, and jumped back in shock: Joey had jerked off onto her panties, a large semen stain covering the back. Courtney smiled, and walked to the bathroom. She yanked back the shower curtain and held up the panties.

 "Did you do this?" she yelled in mock anger.

 "Yes," he replied. "Couldn't help myself. Wanted to fuck you again, but you were still sleeping...so that was the next best thing."

 Courtney smiled, tossed the panties to the floor and stepped into the shower, kissing Joey. "No worries," she replied, stroking the gorgeous black stick that took her virginity and left her pleasure. "I promise to have them on when I fly back!"



Virgin Awakenings



It was an unusually hot British summer, and I was staying on my friend's farm for a few weeks to help out with the list of the never ending jobs that always need doing. I didn't mind though, it meant I could be near the object of my teenage infatuation, David, my friend's much older brother. At 27, tall broad and muscular, with sandy blonde hair, all year round tan from being outside and an easy smile, David was always in my lustful though naive dreams. At 5.3 and a trim tight figure, I hoped that he would notice me , but despite being kind, he was always too busy on the farm to truly pay me any attention and I guessed that an 18 year old held little interest to him. This did nothing to stop my fantasising, and I had spent many evenings whispering his name in my bed as I plunged my fingers in and out of my young pussy.

On the day in question I was working out in the field stacking hay bales. It was so very hot and my back ached. As I had worn short denim cut offs and a cropped vest, my bare arms and legs were scratched from the hard hay and I couldn't wait for the day to be over so I could clean up and wash the dust and dirt out of my long jet black hair. When we were finally allowed to finish, David and I chatted easily on our walk back, comparing the hard grazes that covered our skin. I savoured our time together, stealing as many glances at him as I could, blushing when, as we approached the farm house, he caught me gazing at him. As soon as we got in , I made my excuses to go upstairs and I prepared to take a long shower in the en suite of the guest room where I was staying. 

After washing and rinsing my hair, I lathered up the sponge and thoughts of David crept into my head, making my young pink nipples harden. I rubbed the soapy sponge over my full pert breasts watching the suds trickle between them. Nature had been kind to me, blessing me with a firm pair of 34d breasts, with nipples that were quick to stand to attention and I now wondered what it would be like to feel his mouth on them. I moaned as sparks of excitement trickled from the tips of my breasts down through my flat brown stomach , to my untouched virgin pussy where moisture was starting to trickle between my legs. I moved my hand down to my clit that was hard and eager to be touched, and gasped as electricity jolted through me each time I stroked it.

I heard another noise and threw back the shower curtain in shock, trying to cover up my naked aroused body. There , in the bathroom door was David, holding a tube of antiseptic cream with his mouth wide open. Embarrassed I reached for a towel, and froze when he said in a croaky voice 

"Please. Don't stop." 

I straightened up and looked at the man who had been the star of so many daydreams, and as my eyes roamed over his body, I could see a hardening lump in his jeans. My eyes widened at his state of arousal. "I came to give you this cream for your grazes. I should have knocked." "But I'm not sorry." 

With a slow smile as he held up a tube of ointment. Some strange being inside me made me stretch out my hand and I beckoned him over. The cream dropped to the floor as he moved quickly over to take one breast in his large hands and brought his hot tongue lapping and flicking over my nipple. The other hand cupped my other breast and his fingers caressed the puckered bud. 

I moaned so deep and hard as waves of bliss coursed through me and I buried my face in his hair. He picked me up out of the shower and carried me through to the bedroom. There he lay me down on the bed and stripped off everything apart from his boxers. 

I sat up and tentatively moved my hands to the waist band of his boxers and eased them down. I gasped with shock as his hard prick sprang out and stood to full attention. As I ran my hands along his shaft I heard him hiss through his teeth at my touch.

I bent over this glorious swelling and grazed my tongue along it, and as it twitched and jerked in my hand and under my tongue, I could feel juices slip down my leg. I licked at the trickle of moisture that was glistening at the head and slowly moved my mouth over the whole enormous thing. 

With a growl he grabbed my hands and pushed me back onto the bed, pulling my legs apart and teasing open my puffy pinks lips. Stroking the trimmed downy black hair between my legs, he dragged his tongue along my slit and I lay back and gave in to the rapture of my clit being licked, it was a feeling more beautiful than I had ever imagined. As he continued with this assault on my pussy , his hands were caressing my nipples and I could feel the tension of an orgasm building inside me. 

"David, I'm so close." I hissed.

In a swift movement, he lay over me, kissing me and letting me taste my own musky juices, and I could see the muscles in his wide shoulders tense as suddenly there was a brief stab of pain and I realised he has driven his large, thick, rock solid cock into my previously unfucked pussy. As quickly as the pain arrived, it had gone, and in its place was the beautiful feeling of a cock moving in and out -- I could feel the large bulbous head pushing into me each time he withdrew, and plunged back in. 

His blue eyes were locked onto my dark brown ones, and I gasped and moaned and cried out each time he pushed even further into me. 

"You're pussy feels on fire" he was moaning. "Its so beautiful." 

My orgasm was starting building up momentum, and as I wrapped my legs around his back and ground my tight young pussy against his thick cock, a thunderous shudder jolted through me, and as my pussy walls contracted and quivered, an almighty moan ripped through David as he bucked and trembled. 

I could feel his gland thickening even more inside me and a hot liquid being released against my walls, which intensified my now unstoppable enormous orgasm. We seemed to cum for ages, jerkng and twitching with jolts of aftershocks, before he finally collapsed against me, kissing my neck and murmuring into my hair. 

"You're so beautiful, so tight." 

As we lay there with our heartbeats racing, David turned to me.

"I didn't hurt you did I?" he asked. 

I shook my head and he placed his large brown hand across my stomach, and pulled me towards him. There we lay in silence as the last of the summer sun started to dip out of sight, and darkness began to set in. I wondered what the next day would bring now I was no longer a virgin. The thought sent a shiver of excitement through me and my nipples hardened. I turned to David and saw his cock starting to rise again at the sight of my arousal. I smiled knowingly at my education to come.



Virgin Backpacker Pt. 01



At the onset of young adult life, we each seem to have a lapse in judgment and make some questionable decisions. We drink too much alcohol, wake up next to the wrong person, get swayed by peer pressure, ignore parental advice and often do the exact opposite. We might be having fun, living life the way we want to, but deep down we know it can't last forever. Lexie was no different from any other eighteen year old. The year after graduating from school, she decided to travel the world, making some interesting choices that led to the onset of her sexual awakening. 

Standing 5'8" with shoulder-length, scraggly blonde hair and an athletic mesomorphic build, Lexie was not stereotypically pretty. Her grey eyes could not be described as piercing, nor her demeanor ladylike, but there was a certain je ne sais quoi about her. She was open and honest, spoke her mind and was fiercely stubborn. Lexie was curious and eager to learn, open to new experiences and always wondering what lay ahead. It was one of the factors that led to her decision to travel the world alone at eighteen.

Lexie was a virgin before she decided to go travelling. She was a good girl, always doing what she was told, and very loyal to her friends. She lived life by the rules set by parents and teachers, preferring to obey than rebel - it was easier to get along than have to fight for your stance. Every decision she had made since she entered adolescence had been a battle with her Dad, and she was tired of fighting for what she believed in. 

When she was 16, she decided that she would take a year out after finishing school to travel. Lexie wanted to see the world, to experience new cultures, to find out who she was as a person and to gain her independence. She had grown up in an environment where academia was encouraged and social relationships discouraged. Despite her bookish tendencies, she was anything but naïve and Lexie's mind liked to process and embellish the relationships and their accompanying dramas she saw unfold around her.

She struggled through the last 2 years of school, ignorant of the advances of male attention due to her focus on her studies. Lexie worked hard, finishing school with a place at university, and enough money to go on her trip that winter. However, she also finished school without ever having a boyfriend, and with a very low perception of her self-worth due to the ever-present battles with her father and perceived lack of male attention. She had experienced plenty of life through her friends' relationships but was ready to experience it herself.

As her winter departure date neared, Lexie began packing her bags for what she knew would be the adventure of her lifetime. There were so many choices for clothing, and she felt excited at the prospect of living the next year in bikinis and flip-flops. Her entire life was going to fit into one 50L backpack and a carry-on bag! She was going to meet a whole host of new people, with their own exciting stories to tell. There was no apprehension, only excitement at the realm of possibilities awaiting her in Singapore, Australia and beyond. 

Lexie did not question her decision to go until she had said goodbye to her parents at the airport. Walking around Heathrow, worst-case scenarios kept materializing in her mind. They ranged from pirates, hostages and terrorists to natural disasters and not making any friends. The one that was most dominant in her mind was being taken advantage of sexually. She knew logically that the chances of that happening were very low in the countries she was visiting, provided she took precautions, but she also didn't want to lose her virginity unwillingly. She tried to ignore the thought and look forward to beginning her 8 months of independence by distracting herself with a beautiful pair of sparkling shoes. Airport shopping really did make her feel better.

After an eleven-hour flight, Lexie stepped foot in Singapore - the first stop on her trip. She stepped out of the airport into a sweltering heat and humidity - it felt like she was walking into a steam room. She looked for the prearranged air-conditioned bus that would take her to that night's accommodation but couldn't see it anywhere. She had also managed to separate herself from the standard crowd of tourists, realizing that she must have taken a wrong turn. Starting to panic, Lexie checked her travel notes to see if there was any extra information to help her. Looking for a sign to get back to the main thoroughfare, she realized she was on the service level of the car park, which explained the sleazy looks she was receiving from some of the male workers. Rectifying her mistake, she went up a level to the tourist car park and Lexie was relieved to see the bus directly opposite the exit, waiting for her.

Arriving outside the hostel she would be staying at that evening, Lexie paid the driver and stepped out of the air-conditioned bus. She could immediately feel her navy singlet sticking to her back as she made the short hop into the reception area. The hostel looked slightly run down, with shabby-chic décor and a large open-plan common area on the entry level. The walls were covered with pictures depicting the rapid development of the surrounding area. A kitchen was visible to one side of the reception desk, while a storage room could be seen on the other. Towards the back of the room a plethora of seating options were available, ranging from black leather sofas to bean-bags to an oversized mattress covered in floor cushions. 

There was a group of twenty-something men hanging around the kitchen area as Lexie entered the hostel. They were having breakfast, but looked up with interest at the new arrival. The air-conditioning was on full blast, and Lexie was happy to be wearing a padded bra to hide her erect nipples from the unsuspecting onlookers. She approached the reception desk, and promptly found out she could not have access to her dorm room until later that day. Lexie accepted this begrudgingly, as she was tired and sticky from her flight and wanted to freshen up. However, she stored her backpack in the luggage store and sat down with her book to pass the time.

Within a minute of sitting down, a very tanned man with hazelnut eyes and toned arms approached Lexie. He was 6 foot tall, and his fake Oakley sunglasses were perched atop his mop of jet-black hair. "Hi, I'm Scott. I noticed you have just arrived, and was wondering if you wanted to join my two Canadian friends and me? We're going to explore Singapore" he explained to her in an accent she couldn't quite place. It sounded like a confluence of English, American, and Australian with a hint of some Irish mixed in there too. 

Lexie looked up at Scott, slightly stunned at his appearance. He was how she imagined the boys she would meet travelling, and she was surprised that she would meet someone this quickly who interested her in this way. She couldn't turn down the opportunity to spend time with this handsome stranger, and it was a great way to see the city too.

"Give me two minutes to find some money and my camera - I'll meet you by reception?" she replied. "Oh and I'm Lexie" she hastened to add, feeling slightly flustered. She had surprised herself. She hadn't a clue who this tanned stranger was, or who his two friends were, and here she was agreeing to spend the day with them. "I guess it's all part of the adventure of travelling" Lexie thought to herself as she rummaged through her bag in the luggage store to find her camera and purse.

A few minutes later and Lexie stumbled out of the storage room, straightening out her sunglasses on top of her tousled airplane-mussed hair. She hurried over to the reception desk where she spied Scott standing with an amorous couple. He was tall, at least 6'4", and looked like he belonged in the mountains surrounded by snow rather than in the humidity of an Asian summer. His partner looked equally uncomfortable in the heat (Lexie was sure her dreadlocks were not helping with temperature moderation) but they offered a friendly smile as Scott made introductions - the tall guy was called Kenton, his partner Jo. They knew Scott from a volunteer project they had completed together in Cambodia, and had decided to travel to Singapore before returning back to Canada. 

Niceties done with, they stepped out of the hostel's air-conditioning and struggled to breathe the thick, muggy air. Armed with a free map, the group found their way to the Little India MRT station. Expecting the MRT to be a less modern version of the London Underground, Lexie was taken aback to see advanced touch-and-go tickets and an easy-to-understand routing. Singapore's reputation of cleanliness was not exaggerated and she was pleasantly surprised with the modern design and sleek layout of the station and trains. Having figured out the ticket machine, the group of 4 squeezed onto a train to the downtown area called Marina Bay.

Marina Bay was a very affluent area of Singapore (although the entire city does not give an impoverished impression), with big expensive hotels, flashy boats in the marina and Oceanside boardwalks. The walk from the MRT station to the marina was draining, due to ever-oppressive humidity. The group decided they needed a cold drink and some air-conditioning before continuing their tour. They forked out on a local delicacy - durian flavored special chendol. 

Durian is a fruit indigenous to Southeast Asia, and well known for its controversial smell. Some think it has a saccharine aroma, while others describe it akin to raw sewage. The odor is so persistent that it is banned on public transport in the city. Lexie took a sip of the specialty drink; initially thinking it was not too bad, took another and spat it back into the cup! The milky looking drink contained green worm-shaped jelly slime, with yellow durian pulp and a creamy substance that gave the overall impression of soured, clumpy milk.

"What on earth possessed me to try this?" Lexie wondered aloud. Scott was equally disgusted with the local delicacy so the pair went on a search for a safer option to try to remove the taste. They stumbled across a small store that sold Coca-Cola, for which they were entirely grateful. The durian flavor was remarkably stubborn and Scott was teasing Lexie about her inability to keep foul tasting things in her mouth. She didn't know how to respond, knowing he was not-so-subtly hinting to her supposed oral performance. All she could do was stutter over a rebuttal and blush. Scott was ignorant to her lack of experience, something she was happy to not educate him on. 

After rectifying the rotting taste in their mouths, Scott, and Lexie returned to the Canadians. Together they decided to move on from the opulence of Marina Bay and headed to Orchard Road. They got a respite from the humidity on one of the cool MRT trains before becoming drenched again as soon as they left the station. Lexie looked around, she could see Prada and Bvlgari and Louis Vuitton and Versace and Dolce & Gabbana. It appeared they were not going to escape wealth in Singapore - it was an affluent country. Orchard Road was a shopper's paradise, but neither Lexie nor Jo had any interest in perusing stores they could not afford. Instead they walked down the road before deciding their next stop should be the infamous Raffles Hotel. 

On their walk to the Hotel, they passed a variety of sex shops and condom sellers. Lexie was under the impression that this area of the world was reserved in its approach to the adult industry, but just off Orchard Road was the retail equivalent of the red-light district. Lexie took it all in, more amazed that such a variety of sex toys existed. She was not stupid, she knew the porn industry was thriving but she had never seen anything this sexual this out-in-the-open and was fascinated by it. Had she not been with a group, she would have gone into the stores, spending hours looking at every item for sale. As it was, the other three walked past as though nothing was out of the ordinary. Lexie felt like a child, as her inexperience in the sexual world was apparently uncommon for the backpacking community. She was determined not to let anyone know, and thought she would rectify the situation before long.

Brushing off her fascinated, brief arousal to the sex shops, Lexie soon reintegrated herself with the group's conversation. They were discussing the hotel they were walking to see. Raffles Hotel is a colonial hotel, built in 1887 and has remained central to Singaporean history throughout the ages. It is maybe most famous for being home to the infamous Singapore Sling - a tradition to order one of the cocktails in the Long Bar. 

Rounding a corner, Lexie and her new friends were confronted with a proud, stately white building standing its ground next to the modern sky scrapers of Singapore. The group traipsed into the Long Bar, feeling out of place in their flip flops and denim shorts, where other clientele looked like they had stepped out of a gentleman's club in London. The luxurious hotel set luxurious prices and ordering a "Sling" almost broke Lexie's budget, costing almost four times as much as any other drink she had bought so far. However the Long Bar also has a tradition of serving free monkey nuts, the shells of which you are allowed to throw onto the floor - a rarity in a country so obsessed with cleanliness. Lexie felt naughty eating the nuts and littering, half expecting the Singaporean police stood behind her, ready to fine her for littering. 

The two boys in their group had no such reservations, but their stomachs were dictating that monkey nuts weren't sufficient nutrition for lunch. A decision was made to grab lunch in Chinatown, an area ubiquitously known around the world for being able to find some sort of food. Again the MRT journey was faultless, and the group arrived in the Chinatown district rapidly. 

Chinatown was set up the same as anywhere else, with an Asian twist. It was a huge market that spilt over to the rambling storefronts surrounding the collapsing marquees. However, it was rather tacky, the stalls selling everything from cheap key rings to pickled snakes. Lexie took in her surroundings, the vibrant colors and the foreign smells attacking her senses. The cacophony of sounds, smells and general hustle and bustle was overwhelming her as the jetlag was starting to kick in. She decided that eating here was a bad move for her - she'd have something back at the hostel. Conveniently, Scott had to head back to the hostel soon too, as he had a flight to catch home. Lexie's adventure was starting just as Scott's was ending. She felt slightly morose about this, losing her first travelling friend before she'd had a chance to get to know him properly. Her journey back to Little India, where the hostel was based, was spent reflecting on her day and she was unusually quiet. 

To return to the hostel from the MRT station, the pair had to walk through a food market. Despite similar smells and a multitude of stalls selling exotic fruits, vegetables and Asian "fast food", Lexie felt much more at home here. There was less bustling and shoving, and the patrons were sitting to enjoy their purchases, taking pleasure in the action of eating. Lexie suggested to Scott that they grab some food here instead, and he willingly agreed. They found a hole-in-the-wall stand that was selling a plate of curry, rice and poppadums for pittance. She didn't think she'd ever tasted Indian food this good! The meat was off the bone, with a succulent flavor that had a spicy aftertaste. The sauce was rich and creamy with subtle undertones of local spices, the rice was rice but the poppadums were so fresh and crisp she vowed there and then to never have them from a takeaway shop in England ever again.

After sampling the local food, they headed back to the hostel, as Scott had to finish packing in order to make his flight in time. Lexie was morose, she was not ready to say goodbye to the kind stranger who had thrust her headfirst into experiencing the life of exploration she had just entered. Looking at Scott, she felt something that wasn't quite attraction. He held a promise of adventure, surprises and sensual excitation that drew her to him in a way she had not previously experienced. He enticed her, fascinated her and bemused her all at once. 

While Lexie was lost in her reverie, she was unaware that she had followed Scott into his dorm room and was stood staring at his chiseled face. Instead of turning away and finishing his packing, Scott was equally transfixed by Lexie. This girl was just starting out on her journey, and he was envious of all the adventures and stories ahead of her. It helped that she was smoking hot, with no iota of arrogance about her. He stepped closer, noticing her plump lips open slightly with her sharp inhalation.

Lexie felt her breath catch in her chest. Surely this exotic guy was not making a move on her? She didn't know what to do, but she noticed her body moving closer to his involuntarily. She could feel the heat radiating off him, she noticed the intense lust in his eyes. "Is this it? Is this where I lose my virginity?" she thought, not totally resistant to the idea. Scott leaned down and pressed his lips against hers, his stubble adding extra sensation to an already charged situation. 

Scott was getting impatient with her lack of response to the kiss, speeding things up by grabbing her voluptuous hips with his strong hands and pulling her in close, pressing his growing erection up against her denim shorts. Lexie leant into it, emboldened by his obvious desire. She tentatively reached out with her tongue, finding his and giving herself over to her hormones. Her knees were weakening and she leant against the bunk-bed behind her for stability. Scott was moving his hands over her body, one massaging her ass, the other bunching up her singlet at her back keeping her squirming body close to his. 

Lexie moved her hands up to his neck, playing with the tangled hair at the nape of his neck. She had never felt this way from a kiss, and the longer their tongues were entwined, the more she was contemplating lying back on the bunk behind her and letting him have his way with her. The amorous couple were moving against each other rhythmically, so lost in the kiss they were oblivious to the dorm room door opening and a group of guests entering. 

"Excuse us!" broke the pair apart abruptly, Lexie blushing and straightening her top while Scott was unabashed by the interruption. She scarpered out the room, running down to the common area where she waited patiently until Scott appeared with his bags. A group, including the two Canadians from earlier, had gathered by the entrance to say their farewells. After all had said their goodbyes, Lexie ran over to say hers. Scott hugged her briefly and gave her an awkward kiss on the cheek. "Do it for the story" he whispered into her ear as parting words of wisdom. With that, he walked out the hostel, not looking back once.

With Scott gone, Lexie felt at a loss. He had been the only real person she had met, as she hadn't got on overly well with the Canadians. Not feeling like talking to too many people, she went up to her dorm room (which she finally had access to), organized her bags and settled down on the top bunk with her book. There were 8 bunk beds in the room, room for 16 people. Lexie hadn't ever shared a room with more than three other people, all of whom she had known, so knew that her first night here was going to be a test. She squashed the nervous butterflies in her stomach and opened her book, hoping to distract herself with fiction.

Hostel dorm rooms are notoriously invasive to privacy, with people entering and leaving at all hours of the day. A German man introducing himself interrupted Lexie from her reading. Despite feeling slightly homesick and jetlagged, she knew she should make an effort and made banal conversation with him. The man said he was going downstairs for a smoke and asked if she'd like to join him. Although she didn't smoke, Lexie thought she might meet some more people and agreed to accompany the German. 




Virgin Backpacker Pt. 01



Leaving the air-conditioned building, Lexie was hit by the mugginess of the Singapore nights. She was amazed to see the day had passed already, it had gone in a blur of new sights and smells and sounds. Finding a place on the concrete bench embedded in the wall, softened slightly by the eclectic choice of cushions scattered about, Lexie surveyed the other smokers. They were a varied group, made up predominantly of Europeans, Australians and Americans. The group averaged out at mid-20s, but there was one older man regaling the youths with his story. 

Apparently he had come home from work one day having been fired to find his wife in bed with his brother. Enraged, he packed up a small bag of personal belongings, including his passport and sought shelter at his friend's house. His friend took one look at the desperate man on his doorstep and let him crash on his couch. The man said that eventually he was done feeling like a bum, and decided that he would take the spontaneous clean slate the universe had given him and fulfill his lifelong dream of travelling the world.

"But how can you afford it? If you had no job and your wife has all your assets?" a lanky, freckled Irishman asked. "I travel to new countries, spend a night or two in a hostel while I look for any cash-in-hand work I can find. I take the job, sleep on a couch, on the beach, wherever I can find a place and I save up the money to move on to the next adventure. I might be older, but I don't need luxury. I work hard and I'm not always comfortable but I'm living my dream and my life the way I have always wanted. I have never been happier. Plus you youngsters keep me feeling sprightly." 

Lexie was enraptured by the tale he told. It was so far away from the structured life she had only ever known. He was, for all intense purposes, homeless but he had a richness that the wealthiest men in the world could never buy. She was in awe and found she had a million questions for the older gentleman. The group was starting to disperse, having heard sufficient tales of travel over their own journeys, but Lexie was new and was desperate to hear more. She approached the man and asked him where he had been and where he was planning on going.

The grey-haired, weathered looking adventurer gave her a kindly smile, his mouth crinkling at the corners, blue eyes sparkling. He could sense the eagerness in her, the vitality of youth on the brink of adulthood, the insatiable need for learning. They talked for hours, about travel, adventure, experiences, trust, love, and heartbreak all while huddled in the corner on the uncomfortable concrete bench. 

The Irishman who had asked the question earlier approached the pair, having long finished his cigarette, gone inside and returned to smoke another. He asked whether he could join them as they were the only people still outside. The older man looked up at the newcomer, realized how long he had been chatting to Lexie, and excused himself to cook dinner and retire to bed. Lexie was sad to see him go, he had planted seeds of ideas into her head that would still be blossoming years after the encounter. 

The Irishman leant over and held out his hand to Lexie. "Hi, I'm Eddie. I'm sorry if I scared him off, but I was determined to come over and say hello to you." Lexie was bemused at the bumbling delivery, she was expecting Eddie to have a smooth opening one-liner but the slight awkwardness was quite endearing. She took a longer look at the man in front of her. He was not her usual type, not sporting a six-pack nor rippling forearms. His mousy brown hair stuck out at all angles and his limbs seemed to lack any coordination. Looking beyond that, Lexie saw hazelnut eyes with a hint of cheekiness to them, an open and kind face and, despite his awkward introduction, he held himself with an air of confidence just verging on cockiness. 

"Hi Eddie, I'm Lexie. How long have you been in Singapore?" 

"I've just been here a few days, on to Malaysia the day after next then I'm travelling overland with a buddy through the rest of SE Asia before heading to Australia. I can't wait to eat some weird food! We've come from Laos and the food was average, no complaints. I want some mind-blowing cuisine, you know?" Eddie was off, lost in describing his perfect meal in each country he had visited so far, speculating about the food to come. Lexie was entertained, letting out a small giggle. She'd heard of foodies, but had thought they had been caricatured. Eddie was practically drooling as he detailed a succulent steak, served on a bed of garlic vegetables and a red wine reduction. She touched his arm, distracting him from the image he was depicting.

"Eddie, you're talking about all this food but I haven't eaten since lunchtime and I never made it to a supermarket earlier. Do you know where the nearest shop is so I can grab some dinner?" Eddie was immediately on his feet, grabbing Lexie round her waist, pulling her into the street. Lexie had to remind him she didn't have any money on her before he would relinquish his grasp on her so she could run upstairs to find her purse. 

Returning to the Singapore night, Lexie jumped onto Eddie's back and told him to lead on. She had never felt this comfortable with strangers before. Everyone she was meeting in this country seemed so friendly, willing to help and impart advice - solicited or otherwise. As he gave her a piggy-back through the streets, Lexie took in everything around her. She could feel Eddie's muscles working beneath her legs, she could hear the enthusiastic shouts of chefs in kitchens at the side of the street, she could smell the fruit of labor of those same chefs. The mugginess that once felt oppressive was starting to feel comforting. Lexie loved seeing everyone dressed in bright colors, running, laughing, living life - there was a vitality to this country that was lacking from her home. 

Eddie grunted and stooped, motioning for Lexie to climb off. "I can't walk the rest of the way with you on my back, twisting every two seconds to take a look at something else. We're just going to have to walk side by side" he half-grumbled, grabbing her hand and leading her through the bustling streets. Lexie felt his sweaty palm in hers, feeling she should be disgusted but was rather comforted. 

Before long they had arrived at the store. It was the same as any other corner-shop, apart from what it was selling. There were durians, that Lexie gave a wide berth, and mangosteen, grapes the size of her fist, melons, lychees, figs. In the oversized fridges there was local beers sold in containers as large as wine bottles. There were pre-cooked chickens hanging up, and underneath was a stand filled with local candy. Lexie grabbed some fresh fruit, a chicken and two large bottles of beer, with the total coming to less than she would have paid for one item at home. Satisfied she had sufficient food, Eddie took the bag of food from her and carried it back to the hostel, half-dragging Lexie behind him as she continued to take in the foreign sights around her. 

Lexie and Eddie stayed up half the night, eating and talking. Lexie was so comfortable with him, she felt she'd known him half her life. Eddie had a controversial sense of humor that Lexie was delightfully amused with, they spent most their time giggling in a heap on the beanbags inside. In the midst of yet another laughing fit, Lexie let out a huge yawn. These were becoming more frequent and she was tired, despite not wanting to leave Eddie, she made motion that she was going to go to bed.

"Why don't you just join me in my bed?" Eddie proposed. Gone was the awkwardness from earlier, and Lexie was too tired to really think it through. She agreed, and they walked up the stairs together, hand in hand. Lexie was grateful for the company, truth be told, she was missing home and having a real-life teddy bear would help curb the loneliness. The duo squeezed into Eddie's top bunk bed, Eddie closest to the wall and Lexie acting as little spoon. As soon as her head hit the pillow Lexie was asleep, comforted by the security of arms wrapped around her. 

The dawn light was flooding through the light cotton curtains, fluttering slightly in the early morning breeze. It was the first time Lexie had felt relaxed since she had arrived. She peeked at her phone, letting her know it was still early, only about 5am. She put her head back down on the pillow, preparing to go back to sleep. Jet lag has a way of waking you up at inappropriate times, and although her body was still asleep her mind was running a million miles an hour. To try and calm it she focused on her surroundings.

Despite sleeping in one position for the night, Lexie was comfortable. The bunk bed was surprisingly supportive, the temperature in the room wasn't too stifling at this time of the morning, and Eddie's arms were still holding her close. Her awareness shifted to Eddie. She could feel his chest rising and falling with each breath he took, his exhalation moving the hair at the nape of her neck. She could feel his erection pressing into her lower back. Lexie let out an involuntary gasp. She had never been in this position before. Eddie was fast asleep, but Lexie was now wide-awake with an erotic excitement. 

A thought popped into her head. She could reach behind her and touch it. But that would be bad. Although they had hit it off so well last night, and Eddie had invited her into his bed, they hadn't actually done anything. She couldn't touch it, could she? Lexie was curious, she had never touched a penis before, and the temptation was too great. She turned over, facing Eddie's sleeping face. He murmured at the movement, but otherwise remained asleep. If she didn't touch, just looked, that would be okay? Lexie tried to rationalize her thoughts, but her hormones were racing. Her heart was beating faster, her mouth suddenly producing more saliva. She could not resist. 

She put her head under the cotton sheet covering them, and saw Eddie's hard cock poking out of the hole in his blue striped boxers. Something was drawing her hand towards it, like a magnetic attraction she couldn't fight. There was a cough from another occupant in the room, and Lexie was snapped out of her trance. She lifted her head from under the covers and settled down next to Eddie again. As she nestled, trying to get comfortable, he partially opened his eyes, still half asleep. "G'morning beautiful" he whispered before kissing her plump lips.

Without knowing, Lexie had placed her hand on his hip, tracing the waistband of his boxers while her mouth responded to the kiss. It wasn't as intense as her kiss with Scott but it was powerful enough to keep Eddie awake. His hand was tracing patterns on her lower back, just above her shorts, and Lexie's self-restraint disintegrated. She reached down and wrapped her hand around his cock. She could feel the heat radiating from it, the blood pulsing under her hand and she squeezed gently, feeling herself get turned on. Eddie responded by fucking her mouth with his tongue, subtly telling her to get on with it. She slowly started to move her hand up and down his shaft, unsure of what she was doing but letting her instincts guide her. She felt his dick twitch in her hand and was encouraged.

Lexie moved her hand faster, pumping his cock. The slight curve to it meant that as she broke away from the kiss and looked down she could see some fluid leak out the top as she alternated squeezing and not. Eddie went in for another kiss, but Lexie was emboldened. Unaware of her surroundings she burrowed under the sheet and licked off the pool of precum that was accumulating atop his uncircumcised dick. She felt his hand on her head, stroking her matted hair before adding a little pressure, indicating that she should take his entirety into her mouth.

Lexie didn't know what she was doing. The only experience she had of giving someone a blowjob came from the tips in her Cosmo magazine. She tried sucking a little, and licking a little, and occasionally flicking her tongue over his leaking head. She was unaware of the taste, instead focusing on the feeling of power this gave her. Eddie was under her control. The thought made her pussy wet, and she knew she had to step it up a gear. She spat on his hard cock, using her hand to feel her saliva lubricate Eddie's member. Her mouth slid easily up and down the shaft, but he was too big for her to take everything at once. She used her hand to cup his balls, fascinated at her first close-and-personal view of the male anatomy. 

She didn't want to hurt him so rolled his balls gently in her hand while her mouth sucked at the tip of cock. Eddie grabbed the base of her neck, pushing her mouth further down. One hand was massaging his balls, the other still pumping his shaft. She felt his cock stiffen further, and his core tense. Eddie let out a noise she had never heard before and Lexie felt a warm, salty liquid spurt into her mouth. Not knowing what to do with his cum, she swallowed it. The aftertaste was pretty bad but it was better than the alternative of making a mess in the less-than-private dorm room. 

It was then that Lexie realized where she was. She was in a room with other people in, and she'd just given a guy a blowjob. Eddy kissed her forehead and his hands were tracing the inside of her thighs, ready to repay the favor, but she was too aware of the other people in the room. Making her excuses that she had to go brush her teeth, she left the room, flustered at what she had just done. 

Lexie's plans for the day ahead were sparse. She had seen a lot of what she had planned the previous day and didn't know what else to do. She returned to her room, pondering a course of action there. She spent a lot of time thinking about what had happened that morning, and knew that if she was going to make the most of her trip, she needed to get out of the hostel. The German guy, Kristoph, had mentioned over breakfast that he was going to visit Sim Lim Tower today and invited her to accompany him. It seemed like the perfect distraction. 

The tower is 6 floors high, and is a huge electronic center. Bargains can be haggled for with any purchase Lexie wanted to buy, ranging from top-level cameras to fake iPod shuffles. It was an interesting experience, and she thrived on the rush of bargaining for a universal charger. Kristoph proved himself to be a good shopping companion, knowing which items were worth it and when to walk away from a deal. Sim Lim Tower was not as exciting as the German had made it out to be, but it was an experience that Lexie was glad she'd had - she now could haggle her way to a good price for anything. 

Lexie was paying for her interrupted nights sleep, and had not felt this drained in a while. Her limbs felt like lead and she knew she needed some down time. Upon returning to the hostel she found a secluded corner in the beanbags and settled down with her book and the leftover fruit from her trip to the store the night before. She reflected on her time since leaving home. She had experienced so much in a very small period of time and she wondered whether every day was going to be like this. If so, she was in for one hell of a year.

Eddy saw Lexie curled up amongst the beanbags. Her book was across her face and he could see that she was sleeping rather than reading. He approached her softly and nudged her awake. Lexie didn't realize how tired she had been, and was grateful to Eddy for waking her up when she saw that it was almost dinnertime. He said that he and his buddy were going to go into Little India for an "authentic" meal, and she was welcome to join them. Acknowledging she had not showered all day, and was covered in a sheen of dirt and sweat, Lexie said that she would love to join them but required a shower first. 

Once freshened up Lexie reconvened in the smoking area with Eddy and his friend, James. Kristoph was also there and Lexie felt she had to also invite him along as he had been nothing but friendly to her. Lexie asked Eddy whether they had a restaurant in mind for dinner and was met with laughter from all of the boys. Apparently travellers were meant to roam the streets until they found a place filled with locals, no tourists and a good smell. 

After a while Lexie's stomach was grumbling, she hadn't eaten in a long time and all the aromas wafting from the ramshackle buildings lining the streets were exacerbating her hunger. The trio traipsed along the streets and despite it being nighttime, the temperature still caused them to work up a sweat. Dinner was going to be well earnt, Lexie thought grumpily. Just as she was about to give up and go to a hotel for food, the boys decided on a place to eat. It was called the Blue Diamond, and was overflowing with locals. 

The restaurant was tiny, the seating area accommodating a maximum of five family-sized tables. They had to wait for space for the four of them, but Lexie was willing because the food looked incredible. It was served on banana leaves rather than plates, with poppadum pieces used instead of utensils. When they finally were able to eat, Lexie was amazed at the speed of service and the incredibly simplistic menu. You picked chicken, beef or fish, any side vegetables and rice and within two minutes a steaming dish of authentic curry was placed in front of you. Each member chose something different and they tried each other's food, amazed at the richness of the flavors. Lexie wanted to eat everything all over again, but she had overeaten as is. She wanted to stay forever in the restaurant; they had great food and even better company.

Dawn broke and Lexie was rushing to finish her packing. She had to get to the airport within the hour in order to catch her flight to Sydney. Her head was thumping and she knew she should eat some toast to stop the rumbling in her stomach but the shuttle bus was due to arrive at any minute and she was running out of time. She was cursing yet another late night, and was secretly grateful for the fact that jetlag had caused her to get out of bed early this morning - she needed every second she could get. 

Barreling downstairs, Lexie hurtled head first into Eddie who was in the process of picking up his bag. They both collapsed on the floor, laughing at each other's clumsiness. Lexie had forgotten that he was leaving today, heading over to Malaysia with James. Eddy made sure that they sat at the back of the shuttle bus, and spending most of the journey more interested in each other than the scenes of the city waking up outside the van.

At the airport, the amorous pair had a prolonged goodbye once they were through security. Eddie and James sprinted off to their gate, their plane was already boarding and so they had no time to waste. Left alone with her thoughts, Lexie reflected on the previous evening while she waited for her flight to be called. 

After dinner the group of four had returned, stomachs full, to the hostel. They congregated in their normal area, outside gathered around the concrete bench so Eddie, James and everyone else who wanted to could smoke. They had got hold of some beers, and it seemed that the night was going to turn into a bit of a party. About 20 backpackers had gathered outside, and hostel staff wanted to move them along as they were being fairly noisy and disruptive.

Eddie and Lexie were cozied up on the bench the entire time they were outside, caught up in each other. Eddie was trying to get to the bottom of why Lexie had upped and left suddenly that morning, and Lexie wasn't about to tell him that she had come close to losing her virginity in a crowded dorm room. They looked up, noticing that their group was getting ready to move out so organized their things, tidying up the mess of beer bottles left behind.

Running to catch up with everyone else, Lexie was wondering where they were going. She caught James and asked what the plan was. "Someone saw this club advertised earlier, apparently it's just round the corner and they have a specialty night on a Friday." 




Virgin Backpacker Pt. 01



On arrival at a shady looking door set into a side-street, Lexie looked around at those assembled. Half of their group had decided the club looked too sketchy and had started back the way they had come. Lexie, Eddie and James were the last of the hostel group to arrive and decided they should at least check it out. Glancing around, Lexie realized she was the only girl left. She was still going in. After-all, Lexie thought, she should try to make decisions to "do it for the story". They paid the low cover charge and entered through the old metallic door.

Lexie followed the boys down the clanking staircase, the dingy club smelling of shisha and sweat. Almost drowning out the electro music that was blasting from a wall of speakers was a roar of whoops and hollers, cheering and whistling. Further descending the stairs, Lexie took in the sight in front of her. To the left side of the room was a dilapidated bar, from which scantily clad girls were serving drinks to the transfixed clientele who were scattered at tables facing the stages interwoven around the room. At various points on the stages, poles protruded upwards, around which even more scantily clad girls bewitched the clients by seductively dancing. 

Lexie realized they must have come to a strip club, which explained the girls of their group going back to the hostel. However, Scotts words were echoing in her mind and she knew that going to a strip club with a bunch of guys she had only recently met in Singapore was going to be a good one. She walked over to the bar, summoning an inner confidence that she didn't know she possessed and ordered another beer. If they were going to spend any sort of time here, she was going to need alcohol to see her through.

While waiting for her drink Lexie watched Eddie watching the dancers. The look on his face was partial amazement at the athleticism the moves the girls were doing with the pole required, partial disgust at the fact these talents were wasted in a dive club such as this and he kept looking towards Lexie to make sure she was ok. Being the only girl in their group, she had attracted a bit of attention as they'd entered. The majority of the patrons were male, and they were curious at the female presence that wasn't overtly sexually teasing them. 

Lexie was mainly unaware of the attraction she was drawing, herself transfixed by the dancers. They were spinning around the poles, hanging on with thighs and crooks of elbows, showing an impressive display of skill. She was surprised to find herself getting turned on by the display. She sought Eddie, who was stood just behind her. He wrapped his arms around her, and she leant back into him. "You ok, Lexie? You realise you're the only girl in here not working?" "I know, it's quite exciting" they whispered conspiratorially. They stood there watching the girls dancing, Eddie leaning forward and letting his tongue play with Lexie's earlobes. She could feel herself getting wetting the longer she stood there but was determined not to put on an extra display herself.

"I think we should leave" she suggested. They paid for their drinks, Eddie wrapping his arm around her waist. Once out of the strip club they walked slowly, taking in the noises of the late Singaporean night. "I can't believe I'm going to Australia tomorrow" Lexie mused. Her time in Singapore had gone in the blink of an eye and she was looking forward to experiencing a new country. Eddie was looking more at Lexie than their surroundings, while she was soaking in every second she could. 

Upon returning to the hostel, Eddie got her a glass of water and walked her up the stairs to her room. "Do you want me to stay with you?" he asked hopefully. Lexie shook her head. "Eddie, you've been so sweet to me. I need to finish packing, I need a good nights sleep, and you'll only be a distraction." He attempted to interject here but she continued. "A welcome distraction, but a distraction none-the-less. It's been great meeting you, and I wish you the best on your travels. If we see each other in the morning, I'd love to say goodbye properly, when I'm sober. For now, it's goodnight." She leant in, kissing him chastely on the cheek before closing the door behind her, leaving Eddie standing blue-balled outside her room.

The overhead speaker calling all passengers to board the plane awakened Lexie out of her reverie. She was strangely looking forward to this 8-hour flight, because it was taking her to Australia. This was going to be the start of the next chapter of adventure - she could feel it.



Virgin Blood



Disclaimer: All characters are over the age of 18

*

"Are you sure you want to do this? We don't have to if you don't want to," asked Evan.

"Evan please stop worrying I want this as much as you do, it's the first time for both of us it's going to be special whenever we do it," said Julianne.

"I know I just want it to be perfect," said Evan.

"You're so romantic, I love that about you," said Julianne leaning forward to capture his lips in a soft kiss, she placed her hands on his chest his brown shirt flattening to his chest.

Evan grinned before he kissed her back passionately, "Well if you're sure," 

"I'm sure," purred Julianne seductively pushing him down on to the bed her hands going to his waist pulling his shirt from his pants. She tugged it up his chest exposing his developing muscles. 

He groaned when she nipped his navel as she dragged his shirt up and over his head. He rolled them over kissing her as he pulled her shirt off her. He pulled at the clasp of her bra while she tackled his pants unbuttoning them and sliding them down his lean hips. The impressive bulge of his thickening member pressing against his boxers. 

Evan gasped when she grasped him through his boxers feeling his size. He pulled her bra from her and made her groan as his hands caressed her breasts, her nipples hardening into sharp points as he brushed his hands over her exploring her body. He reached down and unzipped her dress and slid it off her. 

He wrapped his arms around her and whispered "I love you, I'm so glad we waited."

"Instead of rushing into it like every other horny teenager," said Julianne caressing his chest. He shuddered as she trailed a finger through his fine chest hair following the trail of hair from his navel and pushed her finger into his boxers to follow the trail further. He groaned when she stroked the base of his cock, the first time she touched her lovers member sent hot flushes up her body his hot, hard flesh felt so sensual against her finger.

She grasped the band of his boxers and slid them down his hips as he grasped her panties and slid them down. They dropped them into the pile with the rest of their clothes and laid back on the bed tenderly caressing and exploring each other's bodies. The first time she saw her boyfriend completely naked left her speechless he was so gorgeous the fine dark hair sprinkling his chest and the ebony curls around his full cock sent shivers up her spine.

Julianne's naked beauty left him breathless his girlfriend was the most beautiful woman he had ever known, he reached across to her and kissed her tenderly.

"I love you Evan, this is going to be so special," whispered Julianne as her fingers curled into his fine chest hair. Evan drew her closer to him his throbbing hardness rubbing against her thigh. She groaned and then kissed him passionately.

"Make love to me Evan, I need you baby," pleaded Julianne.

Evan groaned as she stroked his flat chest. He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her into the bed his fingers spread down her thighs and parted her folds gently, she sighed in pleasure as his gentle touches sent sparks of pleasure flooding through her.

"You sure you want this?" asked Evan

"Yes I'm sure," said Julianne to make her point she wrapped her legs around his.

Evan grinned and leaned down to kiss her, he grasped her hips as the tip of him brushed her opening. He groaned as he began pushing in, "Oh god baby that feels so good," moaned Julianne.

Strained Evan said "Do you want me to just slide in? It's going to hurt for a bit,"

"The faster it goes the sooner it gets good," moaned Julianne sliding her legs up his thighs urging him in. She gasped as Evan pushed his way in the piercing pain of her maidenhead breaking slicing though her.

"Are you ok?" asked Evan

"I am keep going," panted Julianne.

Evan moaned in pleasure as he slid in to her, her walls clamping him like a vice as he slid inside of her.

"Oh god baby, you're so tight," moaned Evan as he pushed into her. She gasped as he settled himself to the hilt. 

"You're so big," groaned Julianne as slid out of her.

Her hands dug into his back making him shudder as he thrust deeply into her making them both cry out in intense pleasure. 

"Faster," urged Julianne as bucked under him. Groaning Evan lifted himself from her and thrust heavily inside of her deep into her core making her cry out. Evan knew he was losing himself in her tight warmth he had to pull out or he was going to lose it and embarrass himself.

"Why did you stop?" asked Julianne as he slid out of her.

"Sorry baby, you're just so hot and tight I'm losing my mind in there," panted Evan.

"I don't care baby, I'm not going to last long either," groaned Julianne as he brushed her thigh with his thickness. She reached up and pulled him down for a hot sucking kiss and wrapped her legs around his tightly pulling him into her. Evan cried out in shock as the burning pleasure seared through him. Julianne's legs tightened on his like bands of steel making it impossible for him to break from her grip she clenched tightly on him making them both groan at the sensation.

"Fuck me hard Evan, make me lose my mind," purred Julianne.

"You're a hard woman to argue with," grinned Evan. He grasped her hips and threw off her leg wrap and thrusted heavily into her before withdrawing and slamming back in. He built up a rapid pace ignoring the building pressure in his groin. Julianne dug her nails into his back as the wild pleasure savaged her senses. Her orgasm rushed up on her unexpectantly and she screamed out in ecstasy as her nerves burst into flames. Evan cried out in pleasure as his limited control was wrenched from him as her walls tightly gripped him in orgasm. He roared in pleasure as his nerves ignited with the searing pleasure as he released his seed into her.

He collapsed over her exhausted panting, sweat dripping from his body onto hers as they recovered from their jellifying orgasms.

"Wow that was so amazing," panted Julianne.

"It was, give me some time to catch my breath and we can do it again if you want," grinned Evan kissing her softly.

***

When Julianne woke up in the morning she was faced by a long stemmed fragrant and very elaborate red rose lying on the pillowcase beside a note.

Julianne grinned and picked up the note and began reading Evan's handwriting.

My gorgeous woman I had such an amazing time last night. You're perfect for me, I love you with all my heart. The rose I left you is nowhere near your beauty, wear it in your hair for our dinner tonight.

I love you,

Evan

Julianne grinned and picked up the rose and inhaled its sweet fragrance before lying back on the bed and thinking of the long night of hot passionate lovemaking she had just lived through. 



Virgin Blood & the City of the Dead



When I was a girl, I was very close with my uncle Edwardo.

He was my dad's brother.

He hugged me and kissed my forehead, tickled me and teased me.

It was nothing improper. I was just a little girl.

He was my favorite. Although she was indulgent toward my brothers, my mom was stern me, her only daughter. My dad worked a lot and drank when he didn't work.

But Edwardo was very kind and affectionate to me. He always brought me treats too, candies and ripe fruit from the market.

My mother and my father started fighting because of his drinking.

They didn't divorce, but he moved out.

My mother told Edwardo not to come to our house. She was very angry at my father, and she took it out on his brother too. She wouldn't let my brothers or me see either of them.

In my country, it is not like in the US. The government, the courts, they don't make sure that fathers pay child support or that mothers allow fathers to visit their children.

My father did not pay and did not see me and my brothers.

I live in Chicago now. But I grew up there and went to college there.

When I became a young woman, eighteen years old, of course, I saw Edwardo on the street. He was walking his dog.

I knew him right away. He is tall for the men of my country, tall and very handsome.

I felt shy, so I didn't go up to him. Instead, I followed him.

He took his dog into the graveyard, and I followed.

He went to one of the oldest parts of it, with very old gravestones.

It was overgrown with weeds and even trees. In my country, the families of the dead care for the graves, but in that part of the graveyard, the families of the dead were long dead themselves, and even their great-great-grandchildren were dead too.

I followed him deeper and deeper into oldest part of the city of the dead.

I was born in a very large and very old city, and some of its gaveyards are vast.

I was following him, but then he took a turn. A large tree blocked my view so that I couldn't see him.

I tried to follow. I looked but did not see him. I walked, but could not find him.

And then I heard footsteps behind me. I looked back.

It was him, but he didn't have his dog.

I still felt shy, so I kept walking, but more slowly.

He caught up to me, and just when I was thinking what to say, he grabbed me and pulled me in the weeds, pulled me among the old graves and stones.

He put his hand over my mouth so that I would not scream, but I couldn't tell him that he was my uncle either.

He pushed me against a grave and bent me over it.

He still had his hand over my mouth.

I started to cry silently. The warm tears ran down my face.

He was tall and very strong, and I was but a girl and only 4 foot 10 inches tall, less than 1.5 meters.

I was wearing a long dress, one that went down to well below my knees.

He pulled my dress up. He yanked my undies down with one hand, did it with so much force that he tore them and they bit into my flesh. The friction burned my skin.

It hurt when he jammed his finger into my vagina from behind, and it hurt when I felt his finger move inside me.

"You are a virgin?" he asked in our language.

But he didn't take his hand from my mouth to let me answer.

My mother was very strict with me. My mother and I went to Mass very early every morning and prayed the rosary in church.

My parents had never divorced or reconciled, and she had never taken another lover.

"I thought  .  .  ." my uncle whispered. "You followed me, I thought .  .  ."

Still, he did not take his hard, strong hand from my mouth.

"It is too late, I am sorry .  .  ." He said.

He must've used one hand to undo his pants and to push them down, because a moment later, I felt his penis thrust and tear its way into my virgin vagina.

I felt a sharp, burning, terrible pain.

He didn't wait. He began to thrust in and out of me, while he still held his rock-hard hand over my mouth.

It really hurt, worse than anything I had ever felt in my life, and he did it for a long time.

I am thin now, but I was skinny back then, little more than skin on bones.  The old gravestone bit into my hips.

He kept thrusting inside me. I felt raw and sore inside me there, and hot too, but not in the good way that I later felt during sex. It still burned, you see, not as bad as before, but it still hurt very much.

After a long time, while I cried, he said, "It will be over soon, over soon, over soon. You are not on anything, I am sure. It is okay, do not worry, do not worry, do not worry .  .  ."

And then I felt him pull himself out of me and felt wetness on my back and my skinny butt.

I didn't know that he was ejaculating on my body instead of inside me.

He held his hand over my mouth still and didn't let me up.

Instead, he pulled my ripped undies up again and my dress down over my legs and my shame.

"I am so sorry," he whispered. "I thought that you were following me. I thought that you wanted what I gave you."

I couldn't speak, but he had stopped raping me. It gave me time to think.

"If I let you go," he asked, "do you promise not to scream?"

I nodded.

He released my mouth but didn't let me up.

"I saw your dog," I lied.

I felt much too humiliated to tell him that he was my uncle, my beloved Edwardo.

"My dog?" he asked.

"It is so white and strange."

It was snow-white. I later learned that it was a mini bull terrier. They have strange and ugly faces for dogs and such short little legs for their chunky bodies, no?

"I am sorry," he said again.

"I was stupid, stupid to follow. You are a man."

In my country, everyone knows that men can't control themselves when it comes to sex.

"Yes, I am a man," he said.

"I will not tell and never go to the police. I promise."

"Thank you. I am sorry."

He let me up and helped me too. He was so gentle with me after having been so fierce and brutal.

"I am to blame too," I said and believed it.

"It is true," he said.

In my country, women do not follow men they do not know and certainly do not follow them into places where no one else can see them.

"I am sorry too," I said. "I was stupid."

"Yes, very stupid," he said, but he smiled when he said it. "You are far too beautiful to be so foolish."

He meant that I couldn't afford to be so stupid because I was so attractive to men, that I'd surely be raped again if I persisted in my naïve foolishness.

"I'm not beautiful," I said.

"Yes, you are."

I laughed and he did too.

"You are very beautiful," he said again, only instead of my face he was looking at my body.

He reached over and squeezed my breasts, and I let him.

He turned me and unzipped the back of my dress.

"I just want to see, please. I won't rape you again, I promise."

I let him undress me completely.

I felt helpless to stop him and shy and completely humiliated too. I had never been naked for a man before.

We were in the middle of a city of millions, but we were hidden in the oldest part of the city of the dead.

I allowed him to turn me so that he could see everything, all of my naked body.

I felt especially shy not only about the place between my legs and my breasts, but about the wet red blood on the insides of my thighs.

"What is your name?" he asked.

"Isabel," I lied. It was the name of a girl at my school.

"What is your phone number?"

I told him, told him the truth. He hadn't know that it was me, of course. He was my favorite uncle, and I still loved him.

"My mother, she is very strict," I whispered.

"We will be careful," he said. "You will come to my apartment when you can. You will go on birth control. I will pay."

I was no longer a virgin, and he had taken me, even against my will, so by the rules of our culture, I kind of belonged to him from then on.

"Thank you," I said.

"But you will do what I ask, will you not?"

I nodded.

"And now, it still hurts?"

"Yes," I whispered.

"And your mouth, does it hurt too?"

I giggled.

He put his hands on my bare shoulders and pushed me down onto my knees.

I undid his pants without being asked.

My virgin blood was still smeared on his penis. I had never seen a penis before, never even seen my brothers naked.

I loved him, of course. I am an educated woman now. I think that I was already romanticizing and mythologizing his rape of me in my mind.

I felt a little sick to my stomach at the blood and that part of his body, but he grabbed a handful of my black hair and pulled my face toward his erect penis.

I kissed it and tried to take it in my mouth.

He laughed and pushed me away.

"I will have to teach you."

He didn't even say that I'd bit him.

Instead, he pulled me up and bent me naked over the stone again.

I was too frightened to think to suggest that I use my dress to cushion the hard stone against the front of my already sore hips.

"I am sorry," he whispered.

"It's okay," I said.

I clearly remember that I truly meant it, even though I knew that he was about to hurt me again.

I sneaked over his apartment every chance I got after than day. I went on birth control too, of course.

It's ironic, I think. I had wanted to marry right away, right out of high school. My mother had been encouraging me to go to college. Her family had money, so we could afford it.

I went to college instead of getting married so that I could see my uncle and not because I wanted an education.

I never told him that I was his niece, and he still doesn't know.



Virgin Blood in the Boneyard Pt. 01



Anya sat on an aged marble tomb, reading Finnegan's Wake - Joyce's great death prose - and sketching and scribbling ideas into her black leather bound journal. She had just turned eighteen and she spent most of her nights in the local cemetery, often alone, listening and waiting. She only wore black - tonight, a black velvet and lace long-sleeved dress that grazed her ankles, a black velour trenchcoat to keep her warm in the winter air. She wore chunky creeper shoes, red and white striped socks, her long platinum blonde hair out. Her appearance was shocks of black on white - wide black ringed eyes, dark lipstick, pale soft skin - and she styled herself this way. This was a time before mobile phones permeated sociality and her night was set - reading and pondering, under the navy twilight, just her and the tombstones and gently swishing trees and bushes. No one came to a cemetery at night, especially in her quiet tree-lined suburb on the outskirts of her city. Well - no one except for her - and sometimes her best friend Yvette, who was very similar, only not quite as wild as Anya. 

She had a bottle of Jameson, which increased the unreality of the scene. A cynical atheist, Anya didn't believe in the supernatural but fervently wished that, one of these drunken lonesome weird nights, she would run into something. She would read gravestones and fantasise about the young deceased men and women who sounded particularly delectable - the ones who would make sexy sprites, hot dead love slaves. She was beautiful, always being pursued by the best looking guys at her school and in her social circles and sometimes dating, but these mere boys bored her. She wanted excitement, something special. Her imagination was vivid, crazed and lustful. Plain straight sex disappointed her. She was seeking something else, something transcendent and tremendously unique - something no-one else could have. The cool breeze caught her flowing pale blonde hair and she tightened the coat around her large breasts, fumbling in her bag for the Jameson to warm her up.

Anya drank from her bottle, her world spinning as she laid back onto the cold stone, staring up at the sky. She ran her hands down her large round breasts, sighing. Warm wetness gathered in her pussy. She heard bushes close by rustle - maybe feral rabbits, something small - and she didn't respond, gazing at the stars and conjuring an undead Dorian Grey in her mind, a beautiful sexually ambiguous dandy with a feminine face and a masculine touch. Perhaps with sharp nasty teeth to run over her breasts, erect nipples...then lower, over her protruding clit, driving her closer to the edge of ecstasy. She worked her hand up her skirt and pulled aside her panties, circling around her swelling clit. Pleasure surged through her and she opened her legs wider, adding some fingers into her pussy hole for extra stimulation. She sighed as she felt her orgasm build and approach, her eyes open a slit and she gasped as she came, her body bucking on the grave. She licked her hand clean of her delicious sex nectar, still horny and wanting more. She sat up on her elbow, swilling more Irish whisky as she looked around the tombs, the dark landscape. About a mile away, on the quiet dirt road, the occasional pair of headlights floated through the blackness. Anya's blood red sedan was parked in dense bush on the edge of the cemetery, obscured from security that someone was inside. She hadn't been found as of yet. And she doubted a security guard would really care about a young woman reading and writing amongst the ruined old tombs. She might even manipulate him to drive off and get her something else to drink. Anya found men too easy to control; they were helpless to do what she wanted them to, like eager to please puppets.

She put her whisky in her black knapsack and pulled out the Robitussin, it was time for shit to get really weird. Yvette wasn't here to scold her so why not mix it with whisky and intensify her trip. She finished the entire bottle, wincing at the revolting cherry flavour and tossed the empty into the bag, lying back onto the stone. She closed her eyes, strange dissociation washing over her, making her skin prickle before numbness set in. After some time, she sat up, blearily looking around as she tossed her books into her bag and decided to go for a walk. Her legs were stiff from the drug and she was dizzy and disinterested in walking very far. She staggered along the narrow path, surrounded by graves and long grass, her walk zombie-like. The local cemetery was small and she had explored most of it. However, she found herself in the eastern corner, which pushed against dense woods and was overrun with brambles and longer grass, staring around glassily. The graves were much older, most crumbled down and unreadable. 

Anya paused at one of the crooked crucifix marble stones, swaying as she fell to her knees to squint at the imprinted old typeface. She didn't notice her bare knee cutting open on the sharp gravel or the trickle of blood. 'L'il Johnny..." she read, in the emerging silvery moonlight. She read: 'deceased 15th May, 1899, aged 22..." That was tonight's date, midnight had just turned over. 

"How about you come visit me, L'il Johnny?" she murmured, getting to her feet. "I need a nice stiff cock in me." She giggled fiendishly, lewdly swaying her hips and grinding on the spot over his grave before returning to the path. She kept walking, pausing at the point where the stone path ended. Her vision was impaired and she squinted down at the grass that tickled her mid-thigh, looking at the suggestions of gravel underneath. Impulsively, she waded into the grass and kept moving, gazing around for hidden tombstones. She paused to look at some ruined stones and kept walking woodenly into the depths of the cemetery. Suddenly, she saw a huge white shape along the boundary, poking slightly out of the woods. It was a weatherboard house! Anya had never noticed this before. It was two-storey, with a broad verandah. She kept walking, spellbound and curious. She saw a small house-shaped unit next to the large structure. An outhouse? Once closer, she realised it was a stone mausoleum. Foreboding set in, cool in the pit of her stomach.

Anya was yards away from the house now, she could see how it had fallen into disrepair and rot. She recalled childhood stories about a house of killers in a white house - she had thought it was the desolate big white house on the hill that was two blocks behind her home, she had broken into it with friends and conducted 'ghost tours' before the state made it into a day center for the mentally ill. But perhaps this was really Red Face's House? The childish story, which had no confirming newspaper articles and few adult supporters to back it up, suddenly seemed plausible and credible. The old house glowed brilliantly in the moonlight, almost spotlit, inviting Anya and enticing her to enter. She recalled the mythos - the story of the beast-like and inhuman brother caged downstairs, the murderous Red Face, named as such due to a scarring fire and other illiterate crazy family members, who never left the confines of their home. It was rumoured they were inbred - some hideously scarred from the fire, some deformed much like the caged brother, only less ghastly. The house became empty in the 1970s when the beast-like brother broke free of his cage and enacted bloody revenge on his family, even ripping flesh off the bodies and consuming it. The brother had been found dangling on from a noose on a nearby tree, outside from the carnage and house was said to be haunted by evil.

Anya felt hot all over - flushed, excited and fascinated at the prospect that she had located Red Face's House. She walked around the mausoleum, seeing it had 'STARK' written above the door. She didn't know the names of the crazy people, the name could be Stark. She turned to the house, looking at the wooden stairs leading up to the wide verandah. Weeds and bushes poked through the stairs and from underneath the house. The cool breeze caught them, making them dance and goosebumps rose on Anya's skin as her hair ruffled behind her, streaming like a flag. Dazed from the whisky and drug, she studied the house, listening to a loose board creaking and slapping inside. She thinks; this breeze isn't that strong, to make that kind of racket? The board pounds a staccato beat, groaning eerily. It beckons to her, it presents a mystery, an unexplainable. She walked up to the stairs, thinking that it almost sounded like someone banging against the walls - an imprisoned beast-man perhaps, trying to break free - and the thought of this sent a thrill through her. 

She tested the first step - it held her weight - and she stepped up, the first, the second. Long grass brushed up her dress, tickling her bare knees. Anya grabbed her long skirt, pulling it up so she could climb the stairs easily and then she was on the rickety verandah, the boards creaking underneath her creeper shoes. She turned to look behind her, feeling like she was being watched - but just darkness, swaying grass and bushes and lonesome tombs stood silently. She took a deep breath and tried the doorknob. It started to move, then stopped. She dipped into her bag, finding a hairpin and the old lock was easy to pick. The door was stuck, due to the wood swelling in the recent rains and mists and she had to pull hard. Once inside, the air was musty and smelled like dead rats. She covered her nose with her hand and looked around, relying on the slivers of moonlight coming inside the broken windows. The banging board was upstairs and her curiosity burned. She set a foot on the first step. It groaned conspicuously and she winced, but kept climbing, her hand on the thick timber railing to steady herself. One stair gave out, rotten, as her foot left it and she gasped, surprised. The drug made her reactions sluggish and the stupidity of her situation confronted her. She promised herself that she would leave after she looked upstairs.

Anya reached the top, entering a dim narrow hall and looking around. The banging came from the end room. She was feeling increasingly strange and floaty from the drug and whisky. She passed closed, slightly ajar, white doors. The wallpapered walls were water-damaged and peeling. The smell was pungent up here, thick and invasive. Her hand caught the oval brass door handle of the end room and she twisted it, pushing inwards. The room was full of boxes, crates and it had a bed with a steel frame. Next to the bed was a bulky hunched figure. The noise came from the figure, who was rocking, repeatedly banging his skull on the wall in front of him. Anya gasped loudly and the figure froze. The head swung around and his huge face was awful; askew bulging eyes with sagging bottom eyelids, hollowed out eye sockets, hooked long nose, sloped mouth, bald shiny head. He was perhaps in his twenties, but so hideous, so deformed - with his massive bulbous head and face - it was difficult to even conceive him as human. 

Rooted to the ground, Anya just stared at him. Her mind screamed RUN. The drug made her robotic, slow to act. The figure clambered to his feet. He was large in stature, towering over Anya. His amble was limping, lopsided. His denim overalls were ill-fitting, perhaps four sizes too big and he stank of old sweat. She saw his forearms were coated in black thick hair; that his comically big hands had filthy claw-like fingernails and she screamed. They sprang out towards her and she fell back, trying to run away but her feet were non-responsive. His hand grabbed a fistful of her long hair, dragging her towards him and her stiff awkward legs wouldn't bend or even shuffle. Panic started to set in as she felt his rancid hot breath on her face and his other arm snaked around her shoulders. 

"Let go of me you freak!" she shrieked.

He moaned, his other hand touching her breasts and she wailed in disgust. His body odour paired with the stench of his rotten jagged teeth was causing the liquid in her stomach to become stormy. His face pressed into her breasts and she swayed on her feet, still frozen in place and stunned. Get away, run, she ordered herself and she feebly pushed at the large hulking man. It was useless and she cried out in horror as she felt his sharp fingernails went up her skirt, pulling at her panties. She pushed against his sloping big shoulders and bit him, desperately saying no and whimpering when he pushed her back onto the old smelly mattress. 

She felt his hard cock, impossibly big, inside the overalls and pressed against her leg as he lay on her, pinning her down with one big hand. He breathed hand as he grabbed at her panties with the other hand, tearing them away. She cried out as the elastic tore into her tender skin before they gave away. He buried his nose in them, relishing her scent and she kicked at him as he was distracted. He barely noticed as he got out his big pale cock, wanking it a bit. She squeezed her eyes shut and started to cry, terrified. She was a virgin and she didn't want to pop her cherry like this...

"Get off the girl, Jerry."

Anya opened her eyes and saw a tall handsome man standing over them. He had sharp cheekbones and a large sensuous mouth, a shock of messy black hair against his pale skin. He was lean and held himself with a cool confidence. The ogre on top of her reacted to this and got off her as instructed. He stood, staring at the man in awe and fear and then ran away, out of the room, his pale cock springing around in front of him. The man held out his hand to help Anya up and she gazed at him in wonderment and relief.

"Who was that monster?" she asked him.

The man shrugged and smiled at her. "The question is, what are you doing in his house?"

Anya felt herself blush. "I shouldn't be here," she admitted. "I'll go."

"I'll walk with you."

The stranger was authoritative and seemed used to people obeying him. Anya was not in the mood to argue and she followed him down the hall, down the stairs, dodging the rotten hole. Before they left the house, she looked up the stairs and saw the face of the freak peering down at them. She shuddered, turning her back on him and walking out the door. They walked down the verandah stairs and he asked her where she lived.

"About five minutes away. But I think I need to sleep in my car, I'm a bit too...compromised to drive."

"I'll walk with you to your car."

Anya's instincts twitched; there was something funny about this guy and there was something odd about his continuing interest in walking with her. He was attractive, maybe five years older than her. She started to walk the way she came but he took her elbow and guided her the other way. "I know a better path."

He took her hand. His hand was cold and dry. She took in his clothes - jodhpurs, an oversized white shirt and knee-high black boots. An odd outfit, she thinks. She admired his ass as he walked in front of her and then he stopped in front of several rundown tombs. 

"Why are we stopping?" she asked.

He turned around, smiling at her and then suddenly, he had a knife in his hand. She gasped in shock as he shifted his grip on her hand, revealing her fleshy palm and slitting it open. Ruby red blood beaded out of the slash and he pulled her over a grave, squeezing her hand and making the blood drip. She squealed, trying to pull away and he grinned at her, revealing straight white teeth. 

"Johnny, my friend, it's been too long," a male voice said and Anya turned to see another young man, a blond, wearing similar clothes, standing behind them. 

The man holding Anya's hand laughed. "Scott! This little bitch is a virgin."

Scott laughed darkly and said, "Yeah but not for long, after we're done with her."

Anya looked at the grins they exchanged, thinking about L'il Johnny's grave and how she fell, perhaps she had bled on it? There were many myths about virgin blood - why not as a resurrecting agent? Cold dread clawed at her and she begged them, "No, please just let me go."

They both laughed at this, crowding around her and Anya stood still, frightened, as their hands grabbed at her clothes, pulling them off her body, exposing her to the night air.



Virgin Blood in the Boneyard Pt. 02



Frightened, Anya slapped at their hands as they pulled off her coat, saying NO over and over. Johnny and Scott were grinning, pleased at her reaction. They were both head and shoulders taller than she was, broad-shouldered and fit. She felt pathetically small and helpless; and really, she knew her desperate slapping hands, one of them bloodied by the knife, were not going to fend them off. Muddled by the drugs and whisky, she wondered whether this was really happening, whether ghosts, or some kind of undead men were really trying to rape her. She shrieked in anger as Johnny's large pale hands tore down the front of her dress as Scott had found the zip at the back. Cold air rushed over Anya's skin and she gasped in horror as Scott unhooked her black lace bra, making her round white breasts tumble out. The men stood around her, fencing her in.

"Mmm very nice," Johnny said, pulling off her bra and burying his face into her bare breasts, running his mouth and tongue over her nipples. His hands massaged and grabbed. He was warm; his breath and tongue hot. He felt very real to Anya. Confused, she tried pushing him and he stayed firm, solid. He was no apparition, he was a materialisation, a man. She clawed at his arm hard, using her long black-painted nails and dug holes in his muscular forearm, but no blood came out - her nails had made weird little tunnels in his pale bluish skin. And Johnny had not even noticed his injury, he just kept tonguing her nipples hungrily. She shuddered, going limp and surrendering as Scott pressed against her back, grabbing a handful of her blonde long hair and kissing her neck. 

Johnny pulled down the skirt of her dress. "No panties? What kind of harlot do we have here, Scotty?" He ran a finger along her shaved slit and Anya bit her lip, watching his face.

"She came here looking for something alright," Scott said.

"That's what she said when she summoned me," Johnny said with a smirk and laid his mouth on hers, hard. His fingers stroked the lips of her pussy and she flinched, trying to step back but finding herself pressing against Scott and his hard cock, which he had taken from his pants. Johnny's tongue roughly fucked her mouth, filling her and gagging her scream, as he inserted a finger into her pussy. His finger slid in easily, she was wet and she didn't want to admit it, but there was something terribly arousing about these two strange ghoulish men pawing at her, with raging hard-ons.

"Wet as rain," Johnny murmured into her hair and grabbed her breast hard with his other hand as he moved his finger inside her. She moaned in spite of herself, feeling the pleasure wash over her and her legs become weak. She was already warmed up from her previous orgasm and the drug and drink just made her even hornier. Her orgasm was quick and hard, making her knees buckle and she fell into Johnny's chest, gasping. He smelled odd - like straw and old books - and she had expected death to smell more nefarious and nasty. Pleased with her level of arousal, Johnny laid her down in the long grass and got out his cock. He fell to his knees between her split legs, his long erect cock in hand. Anya watched him, her mind fuzzy from lust and what she'd taken. A part of her didn't want this - it was sick and weird - but her pussy begged for his cock, her wetness seeped out and ran down her inner thighs.

He entered her, just with the tip poking into her cunt and moved in her a bit. She sighed, enjoying it and then, he forced his full length in and she squealed. There was some sharpness and discomfort at first, but as he thrusted, the pain melted into pleasure and she wrapped her legs around his ass, pushing him against her clit and burying him further into her. 

"You like this, virgin?" he whispered in her ear and she said yes, she did - and she was feeling like she was going to come again, with the amount of friction against her clit. He groaned as he came and she felt disappointed it was over, until he pulled out his cock and rubbed her swollen clit to an explosive orgasm. She cried out, hearing her pleasure echo off nearby tombs and into the cold night air. The orgasm was long, it rocketed through her lower body, warming her like mead and making her tremble.

"You are a horny slut," Johnny said. "You want more, don't you?"

Anya nodded, breathing hard from the orgasm and then, Johnny was gone and Scott was between her legs, his hands running down her pale naked body. Anya gazed up at him, wanting him and he kissed her breasts firmly, one of his hands teasing her nipple as the other went to her hot swollen pussy. She moaned loudly as his fingers brushed against her protruding clit, which still tingled urgently from the orgasm and he looked up, his green eyes twinkling mischievously as he ran his thick thumb over her clit slowly. She made little 'oh' noises, opening her legs wider, physically begging for more. He obliged, inserting two fingers into her fuck-hole and rubbing her clit with his thumb. She threw her head back, overcome and he kissed her neck, moving his hand steadily whilst pinching her right nipple. This pushed her over the edge again and she screamed this time, letting go of her sense of self.

Then his thick erect cock was in her face and she licked at it, unsure of what to do, as she hadn't sucked cock before. Scott grabbed her hair and impaled her mouth on his cock, force-fucking her face and initially, she placed her hands on his bare pelvis, trying to push him off her. She couldn't breathe and he was being too rough, this was too much - but then she realised that there was nothing she could do but accept this face-fucking and try to breathe through her nose, so she slackened her mouth, her throat and focused on trying to take him inside fully.

"Good girl," Scott breathed, looking down at her as he thrust hard into her mouth and she resented him for it, but found her pussy flooding at what was happening to her. When he picked her up by the hair to place her on all fours to suck his cock, so Johnny could enter her pussy from behind, she was grateful, her wet pussy was aching to be filled and stimulated. She moaned around Scott's thick cock as she was entered hard and to be filled at both ends, to have two cocks in her, was an amazing turn-on. Scott grabbed her hair, still forcefully fucking her mouth and Johnny held her hips, thrusting hard into her wet pussy, his flesh slapping hard against her ass. From behind, Johnny's long thin cock stabbed repeatedly into her G-spot and she could feel the tension of an orgasm building, the delicious pressure mounting. Scott groaned loudly as he came, squirting down her throat, his cock jolting and then he pulled out and she leaned down, arching her back, so Johnny could get in deeper. When she climaxed, she let out a loud shriek, one to wake the dead perhaps and then Johnny came too. He pulled out, stepping away from her and she sighed, satisfied.

She stayed like that, on all fours, face down in the grass and panting for a minute, collecting her wits. "That was incredible," she said.

Silence greeted her and she rolled onto her ass, looking around. There was no-one behind her. Johnny and Scott were gone. 

"Hello?" she called and somewhere, she heard her voice echo off a tomb. The indigo night sky, studded with silver, yawned out above her. Everything seemed very still, lifeless. A slight breeze touched the grass Anya sat in and she got to her feet unsteadily, collecting her clothes. She was wearing nothing but her knee-high striped socks and her creeper shoes. She put on her coat and held her dress as she looked around for the boys. Did she imagine that? 

The hot cum dribbling down her legs, and the taste of cock in her mouth, said that Johnny and Scott were real. The stinging bleeding gash on the palm of her hand also said the boys were real. She paused at the grave where Johnny had cut her hand and read the name, boldly engraved in serif print: Scott Vanderbilt. Died 15th May 1899, Aged 22... Just like Johnny. She crouched down and moved some grass to reveal more writing; his tomb was in better condition than Johnny's. She read aloud: "Passed to another world with Johnny Junior, his good mate forever. May the Lord forgive them and may they find Peace." 

She re-read this passage, troubled and not liking what it implied. It seemed that Johnny and Scott may have been bandits or some other kind of criminal, perhaps on some kind of spree that was stopped violently by police? Or maybe they had been something even worse, complete monsters, with family members being compelled to request the Lord's forgiveness on their graves... 

Anya swallowed hard and looked around, suddenly frightened. Had she just had sex with the ghosts of murderers? Holding the dress against her breasts and covering herself, she grabbed her knapsack and ran, fighting her swimming vision and lethargic body, as terror drove her out of the cemetery and into her car, away from this crazy night and the undead lovers who had fucked her and stolen her virginity almost on top of their graves.



Virgin Bride



Adam tried. She had to give him that. His touch was as light as swansdown, almost worshipful in its delicacy. But she was unable to suppress her reflexive cringe whenever his fingers brushed over her breasts or her mound. Her hands darted to block his against all her efforts to restrain them. When he finally gave up, sagging away from her as if exhausted by his interminable, frustrating ordeal, all she could do was weep.

He lay silent next to her for several agonizing minutes as the tears washed down her face. It was well that the darkness was absolute, for she could not bear to look at him. Her failure was complete, her excuses threadbare. She owed him whatever he might ask in compensation, and more.

They had been married for five weeks.

I made him wait nearly three years, out of nothing but fear. How much longer can this go on before he gives up and leaves me?

"I'm not going to leave you, Mary," he said.

Her head whipped toward him with painful speed. "How -- how did you...?"

"Know what you were thinking?" He snorted gently. "What else would you be thinking just now?" The covers rustled as he turned toward her. His arms went around her and pulled her against him with characteristic gentleness. "It's all right. I still love you just as much as I ever did. We'll work it out in time."

His patience was extraordinary. She'd sensed it upon meeting him, a special aura of unhurried contentment that reached out to calm everyone in his company. It was a big part of why she loved him. The day he proposed to her, after two and a half years of sexless courtship, had been the happiest day of her life, unmatched even by her wedding day. But it had become a reminder of her inadequacy too pointed to be endured.

His breathing had quieted into a faint sighing snore, the sleep sound of a healthy young adult. As she listened to him, she felt her tears spring forth again.

How can he bear it when I can't?

She could not take his forbearance at face value. He'd had lovers before her; he'd been candid about it. He had to be suffering from her neglect of his needs.

He was too good a man to be treated this way, by the woman he'd loved enough to remain chaste for so long. Out of simple justice, to say nothing of her love for him, she would have to fix it -- fix her -- or set him free.