5 comments/ 109126 views/ 7 favorites My Formative Sexual Years By: sammican1 Part 1 Me, my uncle, a car and my school uniform. This is an unusual tale. It's unbelievably, broadly true, but embellished here and there, for obvious reasons. It sort of runs alongside my main story on here, "The Sexual Bio" job, but it goes further and deeper into my early days. In some ways there is a serious side to this. There is an aspect of my writing that is set apart from gaining and giving sexual pleasure, which I get from writing and hope you gain from reading me! I think I am complicated. I don't understand what I am and what makes me what I am. I don't know why I have such views and beliefs with regard to morals or, more to the point lack of them, and I can't understand why I continually feel able to test the boundaries of my sexual feelings and sexuality. Writing helps me try to find answers to these questions. On the other hand I might just be a spoiled bitch that likes being fucked. Who knows? * Chapter 1 I was just eighteen when I first met you. Eighteen in years that is, not in mind or body, though. In those areas I was well into my twenties. I had always been old for my years. As a child I had always preferred being with older friends. And now as a, near, woman, I preferred older men. I had just lost my virginity. It had been slightly traumatic, not because I lost it, had pain, bled or regretted it. No, the trauma was that I lost it to my uncle, my dad's brother. My dad is 42, Clive, my uncle is 35. We had always been quite close, but since I had started 'blossoming'" as a young woman we had got a whole lot closer. I won't go into great detail, but we had been at a family party and mum, dad and I were staying at my aunt, mum's sister, and uncle Clive's house. My mum and dad went off with some friends to a casino and Clive was co-opted to drive me to his home, his wife is a stewardess and was away, Hong Kong , I think. As we walked across the parking area in the grounds of his sprawling house, Clive slid his arm round me, his hand rested on the swell of my hip, almost on my bum: a bit unusual I thought, but it didn't worry or concern me. I was wearing jeans and a thin silky top with lace on it. It had spaghetti straps, one of which kept falling down. I thought I looked really cool and sexy. "Would you like me to make a coffee or something?" I asked when we were inside his house. "Well I would like something like that." "What do you mean?" "Depends what's on offer?" "I'll make the coffee or tea or, do you mean a real drink?" "Yes." "So a drink, what can I get you?" I said as we stood in the kitchen looming at each other. "If that's all that's on offer Sam," Clive said with a big smile, "then I'll have a beer." Although we often laughed and joked like this, Clive appeared to be more serious than usual and, I thought, some of his remarks were rather 'near the knuckle.' I went to the fridge and got him a Bud. I walked over to where he was leaning back against the work surface taking the top off as I did. He didn't move. I went closer. He held his hand out, but only a little way, so I had to go even closer. He took the bottle with one hand and dropped the other onto my hip. "Sammi you look absolutely fantastic today," He said softly. "Do I Clive?" I replied a little surprised at both him saying that and the way it made me feel, especially his hand on my hip. "Good enough to eat," he smiled. "Aren't I always?" I flirted. "Yes, but now you're eighteen you are more womanly, you're not a little girl any more." That made me feel good, I liked being told I acted and looked older than my eighteen years. "Do you really think so?" "Yes, you are a real woman now. You must know that Sam." Clive said his hand applying slightly more pressure to my hip. I moved a little closer. "Am I?" "Well are you Sam? I don't know do I?" "Don't know what?" "Whether you are a woman," he paused before adding. "Yet? Are you" I got what he meant. "Well no. If you mean what I think you mean?" He pulled me nearer. Where he was leaning back, his stomach, thighs and, of course, his cock were sticking out. My pubic mound inside my jeans was almost touching his very obvious bulge. That excited me. "So little Sammi is still a virgin is she?" Clive said pulling me that tad nearer so I was now touching him. My mound was just touching his bulge, not squashed or pressed together, but definitely touching. It was a nice feeling. "Yes," I whispered as I felt his hand go round my waist. "And does Sammi want to stay a virgin?" "I don't know," I whispered feeling his hand pressing right on my bra strap, moving me closer, making the contact between us even firmer. My tummy was now against his bulge, my chest just a little way from his and my face close to his. "A girl or a woman Sammi." "I know," I sort of whimpered as the pressure mounted on my back, bending me forward from the waist. Our tummies were pressing together, my breasts were just touching his chest, my face was alongside his, his mouth was by my ear. "A child Sammi, a little girl or, a grown woman. What do you want to be," he breathed into my ear. "Oh Clive you know what I want." I moaned as he pulled me, almost roughly, against him, crushing my breasts against his chest and squashing his hard bulge into my stomach. "Do you want me to help Sammi?" "I don't know. How do you mean?" "Help you become a woman?" He asked as he ran his hands up and down my back and further onto the swell of my bum cheeks. "Help you stop being a little girl Sammi?" He asked as his hands gripped the cheeks of my bum. "How? What? What do you mean?" I stammered as my mound was crushed against his hard cock. He had somehow wiggled his body so that his erection was released from the restrictions of his boxers; so that his cock was rearing straight up his belly, so that his hardness was pressed firmly into the softness of my tummy, so that the base of his cock was wedged firmly against the end of my pussy and so that his cock was firmly against my clit. He moved his body a little so that he sort of started to dry fuck me. I became putty in his hands. And even more so when he held my chin with his thumb and forefinger, turned my face so that we were just inches apart, our eyes locked and our mouths were just inches apart. "I mean Sammi, do you want me to help you become a woman?" He asked. I know it sounds daft, but it did seem to be the perfect solution. I had held onto my 'cherry' long enough and well past most of my mates, even thought I boasted that I hadn't. I wanted to 'do it' properly for the first time, but had this awful conflict between lust and sex. My upbringing had persuaded me to think you only had sex with someone you loved, and certainly my mum had always drummed it into me not to give my virginity up to any 'Tom, Dick or Harry." On the other hand I wasn't ready to fall in love, I didn't want to settle down, I was off to university soon and I didn't want to 'leave baggage' at home like a boy friend. So in my, very slightly, tipsy state, I don't drink much usually, and my extremely aroused state I realised that he cetainly didn't have any of those names, I loved him as an uncle and he would not be 'excess baggage.' So, I thought, the perfect 'cherry plucker;' the ultimate way to lose my virginity so I heard myself sigh. "Yes, Clive I do," just before his mouth closed round mine and he kissed me so wonderfully. I was so torn. I had the most enormous conflicts. But then at eighteen, girls do. We have conflicts about many things. And at that age most of them are concerned with boys and sex. I was torn by both, plus another issue. It was my uncle who was propositioning me, who was offering me sex, who was suggesting he turn me into a woman, remove my virginity. Yes it was my dad's 35 year old brother who was asking to fuck me. "A little girl or, a woman, Sam?" He whispered pulling my body fully against his and slipping his tongue into my ear. I was so turned on, so emotionally excited and physically aroused. "Sam?" He persisted. "Oh God, Clive." I groaned squirming my sex ravaged body against him. His chest was broad and firm, his arms around me strong and tight and, of course, his erection was hard and seemed enormous. "What is it to be baby?" He asked licking my ear, stroking my back and squeezing a cheek of my bum. I suddenly felt bold. I knew what I wanted, what should happen, what was needed. "Make me a woman," I moaned just before he slid his hand between us and cupped my breast. Chapter 2 My deflowering was beautiful and disgusting, exciting and scary, wonderful and daunting, satisfying and concerning, but in most ways, it was just simply fucking amazing. Once I had moaned, "Make me a woman Clive," a number of inevitable consequences ensued: He kissed me on the mouth, he opened his lips and pushed his tongue into my mouth. That was fine, I enjoyed snogging and was good and 'experienced' at it I responded by opening my mouth and, tentatively at first as I didn't want to make mistakes and have him think what a kid I am, pushing my tongue against his. It was nice. His hand found my breast. He fondled it so much more assertively than the boys I had been with previously. He didn't hesitate either, like they had. No, directly I was kissing him back he cupped my breast, found my nipple and pinched that, quite hard. He handled my breasts as if it was his right, not by 'invitation only' from me. I liked the way he took control. He slipped his hand inside my top, stroked my breasts through my bra and slid his fingers inside it, right on to my bare tit, right on my naked, hardened nipple. It really was lovely. He grasped the cheeks of my bum, squeezed them and pulled on them forcing my mound and tummy against his erection, which he pumped up and down a bit. I squirmed against it, the feelings were so wonderful. He slipped the spaghetti straps off my shoulders, he pulled the flimsy top down around my waist and played with my tits that he had now edged out of my bra. He whispered, "Take it off for me Sammi." I did, almost instantly and very eagerly. I suddenly wanted to flaunt my bare tits at my uncle. He put his hands on my shoulders, pushed me away a little and looked at me. No one had ever done that before, simply stared at my bare boobs. His gaze seemed to burn into my breasts, which felt so hot and heavy and tingly. "Beautiful, just beautiful Sammi, I will be so good to you, I will be so gentle for you." He kissed my breasts, he licked them, took the nipples one by one into his mouth and sucked and chewed them. I was moaning and groaning, sighing and grunting as each new and super-powerful sensation hit me. It kept going through my head that I was going to lose my virginity, be deflowered and lose my cherry. Yes, I couldn't help thinking, my uncle is going to fuck me and make me a woman. I had, of course read about such things, but I had never been lifted up and carried to bed. But that's exactly what Clive did. Putting one arm round my shoulders and the other round my legs under my knees, he carried me, bare breasted, our mouths clamped together up the stairs. He gently laid me on the double bed, in what I took to be his and his wife's bedroom, I had never been upstairs in his house before. He laid me right in the middle and simply stared at me. I have small breasts, 32 b, but with fairly prominent nipples and rather puffy areolas. They are coral pink and seems to be super-sensitive. They are also extremely reactive and were standing proudly erect for him. "God you are gorgeous." He said standing beside the bed. Still staring at me he undid his shirt and peeled it off. A little gasp escaped from my mouth when I saw his upper body nakedness and his great physique. I imagined my breasts squashed against him and realised that very shortly that would be happening; my legs went weak at the thought of being crushed against him. Still holding my gaze his fingers went to his belt. And then in a display of sexual confidence the like of which I had only read about, he undid his belt, slid his zip down and pushed his trousers, pants and socks off all in one go. He stood before me naked. A longer gasp, more like a moan slipped out of my lips at seeing him standing there, completely nude, hugely erect and ready to have me. "Oh Clive?" I groaned, partly at how wonderful he looked, partly at how big he was, partly at what was about to happen, but mainly at his confidence and assurance. I had no idea that men could be so comfortable with their aroused nudity as he was. He smiled. "You like, Sammi?" I nodded, I don't think I could have formed words so excited had I become. His fingers ran up the length of his erection, which itself reached his naval. I had touched and seen several boys' cocks, but never a man's. "You like this Sammi?" He asked holding it in his hands as if about to masturbate. "Is that what you want my dear? Is that what you want to make you a woman?" He asked kneeling on the bed beside me. His leg just above the knee pressed against my bare side, just above my waist. I could smell him; a combination of aftershave and male muskiness, I could feel his hard, coarse, hairy leg on my skin. I thought I could also feel his warmth, the heat streaming from his erection that was level with my face and just inches away. "Let's get these off," he mumbled undoing the button on my jeans and sliding the zip down. He pulled on the waist band and I lifted my bum to help him. I was surprised when he left my panties on, saying. "I think we'll leave that little beauty right there for a while. I was wearing a little thong. Pale blue and lacy, it was tiny and barely hid my sparse thatch of blondish pubes. It had a thin strap at the back which snuggled between the rounded, firm and pert cheeks of my bum, my best feature a boy had told me. "Mmmm that looks fantastic," Clive said as he lay beside me and kissed my breasts. He took my hand and pushed it downwards, between us and onto him. "Touch me Sam, feel me, stroke me." He sighed quietly. I had no alternative, even if I had wanted one, which I didn't. I wanted to feel him, touch him, stroke him and rub him. Yes I wanted to hold my uncle's cock in my hand. In fact I wanted my dad's brother's cock right up my cunt. And that is exactly where he put it just moments later. "I'm not on the pill," I suddenly remembered to blurt out as he pulled me against him, kissed me and caressed my boobs. "That's alright lovely," he smiled brushing my hair away from my eyes. "I was going to wear a condom in any case, we don't want any web feeted second cousins running around do we?" He said, rather undiplomatically of the taboo we were breaking. "Take your knickers off then," he said with incrdible assurance as with no embarrassment or anything he undid a packet and slid a rubber, a blue one, I noted, onto his cock. It was all so different to how I had thought it would be. I had imagined a fumbling fuck, possibly in a car, with a young bloke who knew little more than me about what we were doing. Not this confident, assured, quite dominating, but incredibly arousing display: but then I guess and have learned since, that's what you get with older men. Wonderful, sorry boys. It didn't take long. It was just a short time from when he lay naked beside me and slid the rubber onto his cock, to when he rolled on top of me. "Open your legs Sammi," he whispered slithering himself downwards. It was just moments from then until I felt the tip of his cock against the opened lips of my pussy. "Keep your legs open until I am well inside you," he instructed. "That way you won't feel any pain. He was right. As he slowly and carefully slid himself up me I didn't feel any pain, well not much, just a bit of stretching, but nothing from my hymen. I smiled to myself, thinking that enough fingers had been wiggled up there to have, presumably sorted that out. "Ok?" "Yes, yes it's fine" I gasped amazed at the feeling of being filled up, it was quite different to what I had imagined. I felt completeyly filled up: I realised then, as Clive lay there still, his rigid cock embedded deep me where the expression 'being stuffed' came from: I had thought something to do with turkey's or chickens. Now I knew. "You sure Sam, no pain or anything?" He asked, kissing me. "No, no nothing like that Clive," I croaked back as I broke my lips from his. "Ok then, baby let's make you a real woman," he sort of growled as he started to pump up and down. I was too nervous I guess, too tense and uptight to cum, well the first time that is. But an hour or so later, after he had massaged me, played with me, kissed my tits and sucked my nipples. I did cum. And by Christ was it wonderful! Chapter 3 With the small matter of losing my virginity out of the way, I felt could get on with being a 'woman.' "I'll pick you up after school on Monday and we can go for a drive for a couple of hours. Ok?" he said, as he dressed and I went to one of the guest bedrooms and slipped into bed, now wonderfully a woman. I just wished it would have been possible to spend the night in bed with Clive, his arms around me, our naked bodies pressed together. As I was thinking that, hoping he would pop in and kiss me goodnight and considering masturbating, I heard a car in the driveway. It had been quite a tight thing, for we had been in bed screwing less than ten minutes before I heard their car pull into the drive. "Thanks for looking after Sammi," I heard my dad say to Clive on the landing outside my slightly ajar door. "No problem at all, she was a delight to look after." "Hey I'm not a kid you know," I called out. "No," Clive said hesitating before going on after a pause. ".........you're very much a young woman now Sam." Although I was in the upper sixth form and would be going to uni soon, the snobby all girls, public school I attended still insisted on 'high standards' of dress code; everyone had to wear school uniform. Striped blazer, blue gingham, check skirt in Summer, plain, blue wool one in Winter, white shirt and school tie and worst of all, fucking, white knee-length socks, that I detested. On the Monday, at the break before school ended, there was I in the loo slipping out of my regulation school bra and panties and into a silky, lacy bra and thong. It felt odd sitting in the English lesson wearing that sort of gear under my school uniform, for I'd never done that before. There was absolutely no way on God's earth I wanted Clive to see me in my school uniform. It screamed out that I was just a kid and not the sophisticated lover he'd had a few days before. But what could I do? I had no alternative. It wasn't allowed for pupils to change out of school uniform in the school or within half a mile of leaving it. And he'd said he'd meet me just round the corner from the main entrance, so I was literally fucked wasn't I? Still, I hadreconciled over the weekend, if the price I had to pay for really being fucked was to be seen in my school uniform then it was worth it. Luckily I still had the, nearly, all over tan I'd got in Florida at half term and that had been topped up on my legs by the recent, unusually warm spring weather. I could, therefore, wear mid height heels without tights after I slipped the regulation, white knee-length socks off as I was leaving the school. Walking down the school drive I hitched my skirt up a bit to, as far as a girl could, look sexy in her school uniform. "Oh my God, babe," he croaked as he kissed me when I got in the car. "You look absolutely fucking ravenous, your every man's wet dream, come here let me kiss you." I thought he meant because I had rolled the skirt up and was showing quite a lot of leg, although I didn't like the red marks just beneath my knees where the socks had been. My Formative Sexual Years Ch. 02 I meet Stephen, my Svengali. In Part 1 I told you about losing my virginity, to my thirty-five year old uncle. In this part I am going to tell you about how my affair with him developed to the point that he introduced me to Stephen. And hold on tight when you read what happens then. I suggest you read Part 1 first. This is an unusual tale. It's unbelievably, broadly true, but embellished here and there, for obvious reasons. It sort of runs alongside my main story on here, "The Sexual Bio" job, but it goes further and deeper into my early days. In some ways there is a serious side to this. There is an aspect of my writing that is set apart from gaining and giving sexual pleasure, which I get from writing and hope you gain from reading me! I think I am complicated. I don't understand what I am and what makes me what I am. I don't know why I have such views and beliefs with regard to morals or, more to the point lack of and I can't understand why I continually feel able to test the boundaries of my sexual feelings and sexuality. Writing helps me try to find answers to these questions. On the other hand I might just be a spoiled bitch that likes being fucked. Who knows? * Chapter 1 The most memorable time, though, was when mum and dad went to a wedding and he stayed overnight, well two nights actually. How he had arranged that with Sue I never found out. He arrived around eight and immediately took me to bed and fucked me. "Ok Sammi, now have bath and get dressed." He told me. After showering I wrapped a towel round me and went down to the conservatory beside the swimming pool where he was drinking a glass of red wine. Excitedly I asked. "Are we going out?" I loved being seen out with him and hoped we might be going to a club or something. "You'll see." Having no idea where we might be going, I didn't know what to wear, so I asked him. "Your school uniform of course," he replied as if that was obvious. I was disappointed. "We're not going out then?" "No we can't, not round here someone might see us. Now get dressed," he said, rather roughly taking my arm and marching me to my room. "In any case, I have a nice surprise for you this evening. Something very different to what we usually do." It was odd standing naked before my uncle and lover. Odd because it was the wrong way round. He wasn't undressing me, slowly revealing more and more of my teenage body, but I was dressing covering it up. I went to my underwear drawer and got a pretty pink thong. "No the white school knickers, put them on." "Please Clive, no, I hate them," I pleaded. "Oh Ok then," he reluctantly agreed So he let me wear the panties, the thong, but no bra. "With such little tits luv, you look better without one. "It's great how they jiggle under the blouse. I slipped into the regulation knee-length white socks and went to the airing cupboard to get my skirt and blouse. I was acutely aware as I walked away from him of his eyes on my bum. I was just wearing the flimsy knickers and white socks. Was that sexy I wondered? I actually knew full well that the thin slither of lace snuggling between the taught, pert cheeks of my bottom and the wiggle and jiggle of them as I walked away from him was fucking sex; after all I had practiced it enough in front of the mirror. Young girls going through puberty and discovering sex do that sort of thing. "And the tie and blazer," he said when I turned and asked. "Ok" as I paraded in the pleated, blue gingham skirt and white blouse. I put them on. "Can you put your hair into pleats Sam?" "Yes but it makes me look so young," I replied. "Then would you?" "Oh Christ Clive, I'll look like a kid as if I'm about twelve," I said rather hurriedly. He smiled as he sipped his red wine and said. "Yes exactly Sammi, you'll look about twelve." I didn't get it, but then how can a eighteen year old kid understand grown men? "Let me get you a glass of wine" He said as we walked downstairs. "No, it's ok, there's loads of time," I replied a little worried about starting to drink early in the evening: I didn't want to pass out and miss anything did I? "Go on, it will loosen you up, remove your inhibitions." I smiled. "I don't think I need that with you Clive." "No, you probably don't with, but you still might this evening," he said rather mysteriously as he poured me a glass of white wine. "Oh fuck, who can that be with me dressed like this?" I said as the bell rang. "Don't worry, I'll answer it," Clive suggested. "Oh gee thanks, yes that'll be fine," I said, giving him a peck on the cheek. "After all you are my uncle aren't you?" "Yes," he replied, reaching round me and running his hand up my skirt and grabbing my bum. "But more than that aren't I?" he said smiling. "Wait there, I'll be right back." I stood in the conservatory looking out over the large garden, sipping my wine. I was dreaming and wondering just what he was going to do to me that was different to our usual. I heard some muffled talking and hoped that Clive was getting rid of whoever it was for I was now nicely aroused and highly expectant of what he had arranged. I was miles away and hadn't heard him returning until he said. "Sam," from the conservatory door. As I turned he went on. "I would like you to meet a very good friend of mine. Say hello to Stephen Sammi." Chapter 2 I felt a little foolish. I was in my school uniform, my hair was in pleats, yet I was sipping a glass of wine. What on earth will you think? I wondered. Girls just don't wear school uniforms on a Saturday evening, especially in their own home , especially when with their uncle. Do they? No, surely they don't, unless for other reasons. And who the hell were you? Obviously a friend of Clive's but why were you here? Why had he asked you and why had he, probably I thought, arranged for you to arrive at a time when I was dressed like this. Clive knew how I felt about wearing my uniform, how it made me feel young and little girlish and how I wanted to look and be older and more experienced. You were smiling and looking at me with a sort of glint in your eye. "Hello Sammi, Clive has told me loads about you." I glanced at Clive, he nodded and smiled. "Has he now?" I retorted a little curtly. "Oh yes," you said as both of you moved closer to me. "He has told me so much about you, all rather wonderful as well." I felt disconcerted as you continued. "Yes Clive and are share things you see, don't we Clive?" "Yes Stephen, we always have," Clive replied. "But Clive," you said putting your hand on Clive's arm, "you didn't do Sammi justice." "No? How do you mean?" "She is even more gorgeous than you told me." That made me blush. God I felt so embarrassed, but pleased that a grown man should that about me.. Remembering my manners, I stammered. "Can I get you anything Stephen?" You smiled, and said, a little pervy I thought. "Well that depends what's on offer, doesn't it Sammi?" I heard the double entendre, but tried to ignore it. "Beer, wine, spirits, my dad has everything." "Yes, I can see, and particularly a beautiful young daughter, he really is a lucky man, isn't he Clive?" "I tell him that all the time. I'll get Stephen a drink," Clive said walking out and leaving us staring at each other. "Well Sammi?" You said. I didn't know what to say or do. You moved a little closer and took the lapel of my blazer between your thumb and forefinger. "That's a very nice uniform, Sammi." "I hate it." "Why." "It's juvenile, makes me look young, like a little kid." "Exactly, Sammi, that's why I like it and like you in it. But tell me why are you wearing it now?" I blushed terribly and stammered. "Erm um, because, Clive, er well I just am." Your knowing smile told me that you were clearly aware of why I was wearing the uniform. Clive must have told you. "Shall we sit in the lounge?" Clive suggested, "it's more er, comfy there isn't Sam?" He said propriertorially slipping his arm round my waist. You both stood aside to let me through the door first. I made for the large six-seater settee and sat in the middle of it. You both sat on an identical one opposite me. "Let me top your drink up Sammi," Clive said, pouring wine into my glass Before coming downstairs I had rolled the waistband over a couple of times. That lifted the hem about four inches or so above my knee when I was standing so, now sitting, it was well up my thighs. Above the white socks, that ended beneath my knee, there were large expanses of bare skin, which fortunately was still tanned from my holiday with mum and dad in Naples , Florida a month or so ago. I could see that both of you were staring at my legs and thighs so I pressed my knees together quite tightly. "So how is school, Sammi?" You asked me. "Boring," I quickly replied which made you both laugh. "How do you get on with your classmates?" You asked leaning forward, your eyes I was sure looking up my skirt. Usually when boys stare at me I find it off-putting or pervy, they are so slimy and immature. For some reason when you and Clive looked it gave me a buzz. It made me feel very grown up, almost womanly that two mature men found me old enough and sexy enough to want to look up my skirt. I looked more closely at you as Clive told you about my dad and our family. You were clearly older than Clive, probably over 40, maybe nearer fifty I guessed. Quite good looking with a darkish skin and a chunky body you had a nice smile and twinkling eyes. Somehow I found myself liking you. As you spoke to Clive you kept glancing over at me and giving me a nice smile after sweeping your gaze over my legs. I found myself smiling back, feeling more relaxed, probably the wine, I thought. You were making little pretence of your gaze falling on my knees as being accidental; it was now done quite obviously. My body was responding to that. I could feel warmth in my tummy, my breasts became heavy, my nipples hardened and my thighs started to tingle. I leaned back letting the blazer fall open, the blouse gape and my school necktie fall to one side. I had left three or four buttons undon so I knew I would be showing quite a bit. I looked down and saw that the swell of one of my b cup boobs was exposed almost to the edge of my nipple, which I realised was making an indentation in the cotton blouse. For some reason I had pushed my feet apart, but thankfully and demurely, I had kept my knees pressed together. Clive had topped my glass up again, only half way, meaning that I had drunk nearly three glasses of wine. "And isn't that a marvellous sight," I heard you saying as if from afar. You were both staring at me. "Er what's the matter, what's up?" I asked panicking a bit. "Oh nothing's up yet Sammi," Clive said, "I was just saying to Stephen how beautiful you are. How grown up and mature you are, both in your mind and, particularly your body." His words were crashing into my alcohol befuddled brain. "I was telling him how womanly you are. I have already told him that you are a woman, that we made you a woman, haven't I Stephen?" I had a conflict there for a moment or two. I thought it a bit of a cheek that Clive had told you that he had taken my virginity, for that's what I assumed he meant, but then I was also excited by hearing him say that and by your reply. He went on. "I told him Sammi about how marvellous it was. It was, wasn't it?" I said nothing, I was finding it hard to form words. You smiled at me, stood up crossed the space between the sofas and crouched down beside me your eyes level with my breasts, that were now aching. You took hold of my hand, gently and whispered. "Was it marvellous, Sammi? Was losing your virginity fantastic." Oh fuck I thought to myself, how can anyone who hardly knows me have the confidence to ask that. The words rattled round my head. "Was Clive making you a woman awesome Sammi, was it fabulous?" You asked stroking my hand as Clive came and sat on the settee beside me. He put one arm round me and rested the other on the bare skin above my knee. "Tell Stephen Sammi, tell him how great it was," he whispered holding me tight and stroking further up my leg so that the side of his hand moved the hem of my skirt up a little. "Yes Sammi," you said caressing the palm of my hand and the back of my wrist with your fingers and thumb. "Tell uncle Stephen how it felt to be fucked by your real uncle, Sammi." Chapter 3 A low moan and a little cry escaped from my mouth as you squeezed my hand and as Clive lifted his hand up towards my chest. "Tell him about it Sammi, tell him," Clive said "Yes darling, baby Sammi, tell Stephen, tell me what it was like being fucked by Clive." I was panting, I could hardly get my breath, my entire body was tingling as you and Clive were all over me, cajoling and persuading me to say what it had been like. "Come on Sammi," Clive said one of his hands on my chest just above my waist. "Say it, tell us." Why were they asking this? What did they really want? What were they going to do? These questions were roaring round my mind as I felt your hand on my blouse. "Yes," I croaked. "It was. It was amazing." "Did you like his cock, Sammi? Does he have a nice cock?" You asked. "Was it amazing?" You wentasked, yours hands now unashamedly running up and down my leg: not all the way, but certainly inside my skirt a little. "Yes, yes." I moaned a vision of Clive's cock in my mind. "It was amazing." Oh no, I couldn't believe it, Clive was undoing the buttons on my blouse. "No, no," I groaned grabbing my blouse just before he opened it completely. "Why not darling?" He asked. "Because, er, you know," I muttered looking at him imploringly. "Oh because Stephen is here?" "Yes, yes of course." "Oh he won't mind will you Stephen? You won't mind seeing Sammi's lovely titties will you?" "No, of course not, as long as they aren't great big floppy ones, as I know they won't be, I hate those. Come on Sammi let me see your breasts. Clive has told me how beautiful they are." You said, your strong gaze into my eyes seeming almost hypnotic. I could hardly believe it. Clive, my uncle, my friend, my first lover had been telling another man about me. I was so confused. Annoyed, aroused, intrigued, excited, perplexed and so out of my sexual depth that really I had no chance. There was no way I could control the situation, but then did I really want to? Since Clive had taken my virginity I had wanted sex more and more. Since 'losing my cherry' I thought of little else. Even after the afternoons when he had made love to me and had made me cum so many times, I still masturbated every night when I went to bed. "Why did you do that?" I managed to ask going to sit up straight, but being resisted by Clive's hands on my shoulders. "Because I think you are so wonderful Sammi," he murmured just before his mouth closed round mine and he kissed me deep, passionately and long. It was wonderful kiss. As we broke, he said. "And Sammi because Stephen and I share things, we're mates. You know what I mean?" I didn't get it, but still nodded. It was all getting too much for me. I was in my school uniform, although my blouse was undone and my skirt was mid-thigh. I was a little drunk, I was continually being enormously aroused and I had two mature men touching me. Clive was kissing me and you, a stranger, was stroking my legs. You had both been using persuasively, erotic phrasing, sending wave after wave of suggestive sensations through me. My ears seemed to hear things as if I was in echoey room and my eyes could hardly focus. My entire body was tingling with sexual expectancy and desire. You had both primed me so much that I was becoming putty in Clive's hands. No, I thought to myself feeling your hand slide up the inside of my thigh, I was becoming, maybe had become, putty in two pairs of hands. I felt Clive's fingers on mine. He was gently peeling them away from my blouse. "Let it go Sammi," he whispered. "Let go, let me show Stephen your amazing breasts, your fantastic boobs, your totally great tits Sammi. He wants to see them and I want to show him your tits, I want him to see our tits. The words were so powerful. Your actions were so strong and the combination was awesome. I let my hands drop away, I leaned back, I let my head fall over the back of the sofa and I gave in. Gave into all that Clive and you were, and had been doing, and gave in to what my body, for sure and now my befuddled mind as well, wanted, well demanded really. My blazer was open, my tie was pushed to one side and the buttons on my blouse were undone to the waist. I felt your hands on my breasts, stroking then and cupping them. "Oh God Sammi," I heard you say. "They are so lovely." I had my eyes closed and my hands were gripping the sofa as I heard you say, as if from afar. "May I? May I touch your breasts Sammi?" I groaned in acknowledgement of the sheer confidence, appropriateness and absolute rightness of your request. I couldn't, though, say yes. The words just wouldn't form, my lack of experience stopped me, I didn't have the sexual confidence to say what I wanted. But then you were of sufficient self-assurance in that area, not to need my acquiescence. You seemed to instinctively know what I wanted, how far you could go and what was right for the moment. As I felt your hand gently cup my breast and your fingertips brush across the sensitive skin I just knew that it was right to let you do that, to push back against your hand a little and to let a low moan escape from my mouth. "Oh yes my sweet Sammi," you said. "They are truly perfect. They are every bit as wonderful as you told me Clive." My body shuddered, I gasped then grunted with sensation and my back arched as I felt more hands on them; two, three then four. Hands all over my chest and face and neck and shoulders and waist and, of course all over every inch of my breasts and nipples. It was simply amazing. "Oh God," I moaned, my head thrashing from side to side, my hands finding theirs and pressing them more firmly against my breasts. "Yes Sammi, yes," Clive said, thickly. "Oh my darling child, my amazing woman," you whispered contradicting yourself, as you and Clive, squeezed, stroked, pressed, caressed and rubbed my breasts. Four hands on me, my eyes closed. Not knowing which were his and which were yours was such a massive turn on. It was that which tipped me over the top and made me cum as you both cuddled me "Sammi," you suddenly said with a strongly authoritative tone to your voice. You held both of my shoulders. "Look at me." I slowly raised my eyes and looked into yours. "Yes Stephen?" "Sammi, you have to realise that you are a very special young woman." You paused as we stared at each other and you ran your hands up and down my upper arms. "You have the rare ability to be a child in years, but to have the body of a woman." You ran your eyes over me focusing on my breasts and making a little shiver run through me. Your voice went quiet, almost to a whisper as you continued, very much in control. "The magnificent body Sammi, of a grown up woman, not a child, not a school girl. You may be that in years and..............," you paused smiling before adding. "In clothing at the moment, and wonderful that is too, but not with your body, Sammi." We just looked at each other as your marvellous words flowed over me. "Maybe a child in age Sammi, but not in so many other ways. No, with your mind you are a woman and with your sex, Sammi you are grown up, mature and very, very much a wonderful, sexy woman. I gulped. I had no reply. I felt that I was being mesmerised by your words, hypnotised by the circumstances. Me, still bare breasted and in the school uniform with my skirt bunched round the top of my legs, you sitting on one side of me, Clive on the other running his hands through my hair. You continued, your eyes boring into mine with a Svengali-like effect on me: I was falling under your spell. My Formative Sexual Years Ch. 02 "No Sammi darling," you whispered. "You are not a girl, not a child with these." You said, running your fingers over my breasts, immediately making my nipples, which had been dormant since I came down from my orgasm, leap to attention. You saw that and smiled. "See Sammi," you said taking one between your thumb and forefinger and squeezing. "Even your nipples are those of a woman." I gasped, somewhat due to the effect your words were having on me, but largely because of how hard you were pinching my nipple. I could see in your eyes that you liked doing tha; there was a sort of gleam in them as you pinched me, harder and harder. "Oooo, Stephen, phew" I moaned, nevertheless not struggling to get free. "You have wonderful nipples Sammi, doesn't she Clive?" "Oh yes Stephen, I adore her nipples," Clive said from behind, reaching round and pinching the other one. The pain was intense, but somehow also mesmeric. It hurt me, a lot, but also thrilled me. "But it's not just your breasts Sammi, not just your womanly tits, not just your nipples. Oh no it's much more. Isn't it Clive, much, much more?" "Yes Stephen," Clive said, clearly very much following your lead. Staring me straight in the eye you said quietly. "Yes much more. It's your legs as well, Sammi." You dropped both of your hands onto my knees, just above the long white socks, which had stayed completely in place. Almost as if rehearsed, Clive's fingers replaced your's on the nipple they had vacated. He pinched that one as well. Perhaps not quite as hard as you had been doing, but he pulled on them as well stretching them away from the areolas. It hurt, it brought a gasp to my lips and a tear to my eye. You were staring at my legs, which due to the softness and height of the sofa were higher at the knees than at the top. You had your hands on my knees as you whispered as though talking to yourself. "Such lovely legs, such pretty legs, such womanly legs." As you were muttering that, so you slid your hands slowly upwards along the tops of my legs. Taking my skirt with them, your hands went further and further. They went as far as they could go. They went right to the top, right to where they join. Yes, you slid your hands up my legs until the sides of them were pressed against the fabric of my thong, and through that the lips of my pussy. But you didn't just slide your hands up my skirt and along my legs. No, not just that. As well as pushing my gingham check, school skirt up and slipping your hands right up to my crotch, you also slid your hands between them. And as you did that you edged your knee between my knees, pushing mine open a little. "Oh Sammi," you groaned staring at the top of my now uncovered thighs and my thong. "Such lovely thighs, such sexy thighs." In the position you had taken with your knee and hands your next move was made easy. You pulled on the inside of my thighs, indicating very clearly what you wanted me to do. But at first I didn't realise what it was. "Open your legs for me Sammi," you said quietly yet firmly. I didn't know why you wanted me to do that and I wasn't that sure I wanted to, but there was absolutely no way I could have refused. Your manner, approach and attitude had taken me over. I was helpless; you had total control of me; not just of my body, but of my mind as well. Looking me right in the eyes you went on. "Open your legs slowly, right now and open them very wide" I could hear Clive breathing deeply behind me as he, now rather cruelly I thought, pinched and pulled my nipples harder. I did as you instructed. I couldn't break my gaze from yours. I stared deep into your eyes as I slowly and, I thought, lewdly parted my legs. As they reached as far apart as I could get them, you rolled my skirt up and tucked the hem into the waistband, bunching it round my hips, but above the pouch of my thong. "Lean back, lean back on Clive," you said as you pushed on my chest and he pulled on my shoulders. You ran your fingers up the front of my thong. Through the material, they touched my parted lips, the folds of my pussy and my clit. That made me shudder and I jerked a little as I felt your fingers on both hands slip into the thin slither of satin covered elastic that acted as a waist band. I was laying well back now, almost supine, my neck and shoulder blades squashed against my uncle. Clive had pulled my blazer and blouse half way down my arms so they were acting as a restrainer, like they were tying my arms to my body. You had one of your knees pressing against the inside of my leg forcing my thighs open and keeping them apart. My skirt was bunched round my hips, your hands were holding my thong. I had no idea what was going on, why you were doing this, what you were going to do and what I was supposed to do. I was scared, yet at the same time excited, frightened yet thrilled. I had never heard of anything like this, had never read about this sort of scene, this type of sexual activity. Two mature men totally and utterly dominating and controlling a young teenage girl of eighteen: where would it lead, how would we end up? I couldn't believe it. I felt the pressure round my hips as you pulled on the waist-band of my panties, but had no idea what you were doing. I couldn't work out, laying there almost flat on the sofa, what was happening. I think it was probably the sound that registered first as I felt the pressure increase. Yes the odd noise, which momentarily I couldn't place, together with the panties pulling on my waist and hips and then the release of the pressure told me what was happening. You had ripped my panties, torn them so that the waist band spilt on both hips. "Lift your arse up," you growled, a little roughly I thought, nevertheless feeling my heart pound at your gruff tone and what you had just done registered with me. It hurt as you pulled the torn material out from between my legs a little. Partially releasing it from my bum cheeks and around my thighs and pussy you left it dangling from between my thighs in the most sordid fashion. "Lift you arse up and show me your cunt," you ordered, your authoritarian tone and crude words sending such oddly powerful sensations through me. I arched my back. "Further, get your lovely arse up higher, I want to see your cunt," you grunted. "Come on Sam, do as he says," Clive joined in. "Show him that lovely, wet juicy cunt of yours. Why, I have no idea? But suddenly I wanted to show you it, I still couldn't hardly frame the 'c' word in my mind. I pulled one foot up onto the sofa so that I lifted my bottom right off the cushions. With my legs spread, my arms sort of tied behind me and my back arched I knew that you would now have a good view of it. "Mmmmm, Sammi, Sammi, Sammi," you said softly, again as if almost to yourself. "What a nice pussy, what a lovely fanny, what a ripe cunt you have." Although I never used the 'c' word and whenever I heard boys referring to someone, usually a girl, as one, I didn't like it, when you used it, it seemed to be different. It had a buzz to it, a vibrancy, a resonance and a stronger meaning. "It really is a ripe one isn't it Clive? You must have liked sucking and licking that." "Sammi has a lovely cunt," Clive advised, not telling Stephen that we hadn't had oral. I was embarrassed. I was also incredibly turned on. My position was unreal. Half undressed, my arms restrained by my own clothing, my school uniform, I was lying nearly flat on a sofa with my legs spread wide. I had my skirt bunched round my waist, the remnants of my thong was dangling from between my thighs, my uncle, my lover who had taken my virginity, was mauling my breasts and leaning forward and sucking and chewing my nipples, which still stung from the acute earlier pinching, and you, a stranger until just an hour ago was staring at my naked pussy. "Tell me what I am looking at Sammi," I just about heard you saying, my ears being partially covered by Clive's body as he leaned over my face to get his mouth to my boobs. "What do you mean, I don't understand." "Tell me what this is?" You said sharply as I felt a terrible stinging on my pussy as you smacked it or maybe flicked it with a finger. "My pussy." "No not that." That awful pain again, "Oh God," I moaned, "what do want." "I want to hear you say it, tell me what it is." Even like that, even in that predicament, my background, my upbringing prevented from saying what you so obviously, now, wanted me to say. Despite the situation and all the conflicting new sensations roaring through my young body, I couldn't help thinking how incongruous things were. I was a eighteen year-old kid who had been fucking her thirty-five year old uncle in his car and in fields for a few weeks and was now with him and an even older man as good as naked as one sucked my tits and the other looked at my pussy, yet I couldn't say the 'c' word to them. Fucking double standards of the middle classes. You hit my lips again sending a strong ripple of pain through me. My body jerked, I gasped and I felt a weird shudder go through me. "Say it Sammi, tell me what I am looking at and what I am spanking and will spank harder and harder until you do as you are fuckingwell told." Your tone was as fiercesome as the agony it implied. Clive snarled in my ear as he pulled the blazer tighter round my arms pinning them behind me, causing me to arch my back even more giving emphasis to my small tits. "Do as he says, tell him what he wants to hear. "No, no I can't," I, for some reason chose to say. The blazer was pulled tighter pinning my arms more securely behind me. Clive grabbed my blonde hair and tugged it as if about to tear it out from my head. It hurt and I screamed. "Say it, why not?" You asked. "Because it's bad, it's a filthy word." "And just what the fuck are you then?" You said. "A fucking nun? Look at you? A kid that fucks her uncle, a eighteen year old laying here with her tits and cunt out. You're fucking filthy, you're a filthy slut that's what you are." I whimpered as the, probable, home truths, hit home. Clive joined in. "So stop being so fucking stupid and say it." I can't explain the emotions I felt. I could not put into words the release, I suppose, I experienced, the surge of something, the rush of both a mental and physical stimulation I got as I heard myself saying. "My cunt." "Louder." I repeated it louder. "My cunt." Again. "My cunt" "Keep saying it tell me what you want me to do." You said manipulating me as I had never been manipulated before. "Look at my cunt, stare at my cunt." "More." "I want you to look at my cunt, I want you to stare at my cunt." "Isn't that good Sammi? You asked sliding your hand up my legs and running your fingers all the way round my lips or, as I, at that moment, thought of them, "my cunt lips." At last the extremes of that wonderful orgasm subsided. I was left with a marvellous glow inside me, well all over me really. It felt terrific. As I came out of the fog that always envelops me when I climax and I opened my eyes, I was shocked, I suppose. Momentarily in the awesome throes of the sensations and emotional turmoil of cumming I had forgotten my surroundings. I was laid back into the corner of the sofa, my head resting on the top of the back of it; I was stretched out. My breasts were completely bare, the blouse was undone all the way, but I was still wearing that and the blazer. I still had the striped school tie on, but that was well loosened at the neck and had fallen to one side between my body and arm. My skirt was bunched up round my hips, my panties ripped, but in place, just about. My legs had fallen open and I wondered just how much you and Clive had looked up my skirt. Clive was kneeling beside me on the sofa, you were sitting on the arm. Both of you had your arms round me and were holding and consoling me as if protecting me. That made me feel good and eanted. "Was that good Sammi?" Clive asked. "Yes," I murmured avoiding eye contact with either of you due to feeling a little embarrassed. I went to sit up, but Clive held me. "What are doing?" "Getting up and getting dressed, Clive." I replied honestly, looking at you and back to Clive trying to say how embarrassed I was in front of a stranger. "What's the matter, didn't you enjoy," Clive asked running the back of his fingernails across my still swollen nipples. "You know I did," I mumbled. "Then what's the problem?" "Is it me Sammi?" You asked reaching out, taking my chin between you thumb and forefinger and turning my face so that I had to look at you. "No, well maybe." "Sammi," Clive said sharply. "Stephen is a friend of mine." "I know." "Sammi," you said softly. " I do understand. You don't know me and I am older than Clive." "It's not age." "Is it that you find me repulsive?" You asked letting your fingers slip down from my chin, and neck to my shoiulders. "No, no, not at all," I answered truthfully for I found you both physically and personality-wise attractive." "What is it then?" Clive asked. "Oh Clive," I started before starting to sob. You put your arms round me. "Come on baby, come on tell uncle Stephen." Sobbing I explained that I didn't understand what was happening, how Clive could talk about our lovemaking, tell you about my breasts and bring you to my home with the obvious intent of letting you have sex with me. "I feel abused and demeaned, as if you both think I am a slut," I said leaning forward, crying and holding my head in my hands as my long, natural, blonde hair tumbled forward. You both acted surprised and hurt, but understanding. Clive even apologised saying how it had been presumptuous of him. "But darling," he said stroking my hair away from my eyes, "I so wanted Stephen to see how wonderful you are, I forgot everything else. I am sorry." I reached and held his hand. "Thank you Clive, that's good, I appreciate that." "And Stephen," he said, rather falteringly, I thought. "What, how er, what do you mean?" I asked, probably knowing deep down, but not being willing to accept that Clive, my uncle and lover wanted me to let him and another man, a stranger, fuck me. Yes he wanted to let you have me, he was 'giving' me to you. That realisation thundered into my mind. I was being given away, used, treated like a slave in olden times. I was horrified and my immediate reactroon was to object. But that was followed an enormous blast of sexual arousal at the idea. Why, what that was and how it was happening, I had no idea. But the idea of being treated like a piece of shit appealed to me. God, I thought, as your hands attended to my opened thighs and pussy and as Clive fondled my breasts and nipples, what is happening to me? Chapter 4 Almost as if from afar, I heard Clive fumbling behind me. He pulled my face so that the rounded arm of the sofa was in the bend of my neck, my head sort of pointing slightly backwards. Although he was still squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples hard, he had moved behind the back of the sofa and I couldn't see him as my head was jarred against the back of the settee. At the same time, you were holding my knees apart, but due to the angle of my head, I couldn't see you either. So, I was lying, almost flat, on the sofa with my legs wantonly spread. My school skirt was bunched round my waist, the ripped remnants of my thong, hanging between my thighs. My arms were held tight in the blouse and blazer that Clive had pulled round them, but my school tie was dangling down between my small, immature breasts. Clive was messing with my breasts and you had your hands all over my thighs and pussy. Had I imagined such a scene, before it took place I would have been horrified, alarmed and very scared at the prospect of being like that with two men certainly old enough to be my father, and you, possibly, my grand-father. But I wasn't scared. The restrictions were a turn on, but of a sort I had never experienced. As was the sheer sordidness, the wickedness, almost, in my mind of me being like that with the pair of you. The helplessness, the demeaning, abusive and degrading nature of being a eighteen year old school girl who was totally submitting herself to the whims and controls of two so much older men amazed and excited me. I wanted more and knew full well that more was sure to follow. I was being finger fucked by a virtual stranger; someone, who just over an hour ago, I had never set eyes on. A man who was old enough to be my grandfather and to whom I had been introduced by my dad's brother, my uncle, my lover, the man who had taken my virginity. And as you finger fucked me so my uncle prised my mouth open with his fat cock that I had come to know so well in the past few weeks. I couldn't stop myself from opening my mouth and letting him push his cock past my lips and deep into my mouth. I lay on the sofa, still with most of my school uniform on, though in total disarray, my breasts were bared, my nipples hard and aching, hurting a little from the pulling, pinching and chewing from Clive. My legs were held lewdly wide by your knee and arm, my pussy lips were gaping and you were finger fucking my cunt as Clive cock shagged my face. How and why he had suddenly taken to oral I couldn't imagine, but guessed it was something to do with yours and his relationship. That had to be odd and totally impossible for a eighteen year old, inexperienced girl to comprehend. I can't say that having my head bent so far backwards that the top of Clive's cock was against my lower teeth and lip was the most receptive of positions to be inducted into fellatio. I can't say I really worked out quite what was happening and certainly, I could do nothing other than lay there letting my mouth act as a surrogate cunt for my uncle to fuck. It was a sordid scene, a lewd and lecherous, debauched scene, one where I was being totally demeaned and degraded; one where I was being treated like a whore, one where you was completely controlling me. And I was loving every second of it. Of course I climaxed. How could any woman not cum in a situation like that? Your fingers were doing such amazing things to me that the discomfort of having my head almost upside down over the arm of the sofa was diminished. As was the gagging, choking sensation of my mouth being filled by Clive's cock. "Cum on her tits," I heard you instruct Clive. Almost immediately he took his cock out of my mouth; it was quite a relief actually. It also meant I could look up. I saw that you too had removed your trousers and pants and had undone your shirt. You were stroking yourself with the hand that wasn't fingering me. Our eyes met, you smiled, I smiled back; it just seemed to be the thing to do. You were kneeling between my legs, Clive was standing beside the sofa, both of you were masturbating; that looked wonderfully decadent and amazingly horny. Two grow men, experienced mature lovers sharing little me and wanking about me. "Hold your tits, Sammi," you ordered. "I can't, my arms are tied." "Oh fuck yes of course, loosen them Clive." I would have loved to have played with my boobs as you made me cum, but it was too late. "I can't Steve, it's too late," Clive groaned. "I'm gonna cum." I rolled my head back to look at him just as his cock erupted. A stream of spunk shot all over my face. I looked at you and saw that you were also starting and I watched a spurt shoot out of your cock and, as if in slow motion, loop through the air and land on my tummy. Then it seemed as if it was everywhere. Clive spurted all over and between my tits, you shot onto my thighs and into my little patch of blonde pubes, both of you splashed onto my waist and around my tummy button and Clive's last dribbles slid onto my forehead and eyes. My Formative Sexual Years Ch. 02 You let me go then and you both stood up as your cocks lost their hardness, something I noticed happened quicker with you older than it did the young boys I had masturbated "Get up Sammi, I think you had better clean up," you said gently. My legs seemed a little wobbly as I slowly extricated myself from the blouse and blazer around my arms and pulled the remnants of my thong from between my legs where it had been sticking to me due to my wetness. I stood up, my skirt bunched around my waist. You both watched me, not offering to help as I undid that and slid it off trying hard not to get any of your or Clive's sperm on it. "You look like a real slut, a hooker, a tart," you said leaning forward and kissing me on the cheek. "And that makes you look lovely. Look in the mirror," you said taking me by the shoulders and marching me into the hallway to stand before a full-length mirror, And, of course, standing in my mum and dad's house dressed in just my regulation school, knee-length, white socks I was a sight. My nipples were still hard and the centre bits seemed to have grown much longer from Clive's pulling; there were a number of quite fierce, red marks on each of my breasts. "Bollocks, I thought, I will have to avoid PE at school, I can't go in the showers with those on me." And of course there were all the smears and smudges of the sperm, all over my body. I didn't know how I felt. It was all a little too much for my eighteen year old, sexually immature mind to take in. Then both of you came into sight, you were both naked, you were both soft. You both put your arms around me and you said. "Sammi, go and have a shower and get ready." "Get ready for what?" I asked looking into your eyes. "Get ready to be fucked by both of us," you said, landing a hard smack right on my bum. My Formative Sexual Years Ch. 03 Part 3 I meet Stephen, my Svengali. This is an unusual tale. It's unbelievably, broadly true, but embellished here and there, for obvious reasons. It sort of runs alongside my main story on here, "The Sexual Bio" job, but it goes further and deeper into my early days. In some ways there is a serious side to this. There is an aspect of my writing that is set apart from gaining and giving sexual pleasure, which I get from writing and hope you gain from reading me! I think I am complicated. I don't understand what I am and what makes me what I am. I don't know why I have such views and beliefs with regard to morals or, more to the point lack of and I can't understand why I continually feel able to test the boundaries of my sexual feelings and sexuality. Writing helps me try to find answers to these questions. On the other hand I might just be a spoiled bitch that likes being fucked. Who knows? In Part 1 I told you about losing my virginity, to my thirty-five year old uncle and in Part 2 how our affair developed. In this part I am going to tell you about some of an amazing weekend with both of them. * Part 3 Chapter 9 As I showered in the downstairs bathroom by the pool I was, I have to admit, full of remorse and disgust. How I could have let the pair of you do those things to me, how I could be so gullible, how I could be so sluttish and how I could be so influenced and dominated by both of you? Almost scrubbing myself to cleanse my youthful body from the older mens' cum, I also had other thoughts, deeper ones and more worrying ones. If it was all so disgusting and crude, why the hell had I enjoyed it so much? I had to admit that I had. I had revelled in the sex, I had loved being the centre of attention, having two such older men adore me and want to have me. I had found such stimulation in being treated like a cheap whore, a slut and a slave. I had actually wanted them to demean, abuse and degrade me; I wanted to be treated like shit. I had wanted them to go further, be cruder, dirtier and more wanton. I had wanted to do filthier and more lewd acts with you both. Just what they might be, my sexually immature mind could not fathom; it hadn't had the experience of 'filthier and cruder' either theoretical or actual, yet. But your words were still ringing round my mind as I dried myself. "Get ready to be fucked by both of us," you had said. How would that be? How could two men fuck me? I wondered. And could I handle that, however it was performed? "You nearly done?" Sammi I heard Clive call out from outside the bathroom door that I had locked. "Yes, Clive, almost." "Well open the fucking door," I heard your deeper voice order. It did seem a little unnecessary to have it locked after everything the pair of you had seen and done. I unlocked it. You both came in wrapped in towels you had taken from the airing cupboard. "Fuck," I thought how will I explain to mum why they had been used? "Mmmm," you said looking at my naked, body that was glowing from the heat of the water and the scrubbing with both the flannel and the towel. "You have gone a little pink, my dear," you said running your fingertips down my back. "Hasn't she Clive?" "Especially here," Clive said cupping one of my breasts. I simply stood there naked, letting you and Clive do as you wish; that seemed to be the appropriate thing for me to do. You didn't do much, but almost ignoring me, almost as if I wasn't there, almost if I was just a body and not a mind and personality, you both stroked me, particularly my breasts and my bottom. You both seemed so intrigued and interested in my little bum; I had no idea why for I had always thought men preferred a girl's boobs and pussy to her bottom. That weekend when mum and dad were away at the wedding and Clive and you moved into the house taught me different. Yes, that weekend when I was yours and his sex slave I learned so many things, not the least of which is that men have an enormous fascination for girls' bums; I also learned that they can give their owner so much excitement and pleasure. I had no idea of that, for the young guys I had messed around with didn't have the experience or confidence, maybe not even the knowledge, to show much interest, and the books I read, mainly novels, on sex rarely mentioned, tongues licking between a girl's bum cheeks, fingers probing the anal hole or a tongue or finger slipping inside. That weekend changed all that Chapter 10 "Let's go to your bedroom Sammi," one of you said as I was drying my hair. Inexplicably, that didn't scare me. I didn't feel worried or overly concerned. In fact I felt tinglingly excited. Shit how I had changed. And in such a short time. Just a few weeks ago I was a virgin. Just this morning I had only had sex with one man. Just this afternoon I had never sucked a cock, been with a man your age or, of course, had sex with two men as we had just had. I had never been involved in such extreme activities, although my sexual apprenticeship with my uncle Clive, included incest, being fucked in my school uniform, in his car and in the open air. But they faded almost into insignificance when compared to what had happened to me in the past few hours and, what I suspected, would happen in the next few. Clive went first, walking up the stairs, turning right at the top, past the guest rooms and into the annex, built over the garage where I had my bedroom, little study and bath and shower. I followed with you bringing up the rear. I had wrapped a towel round me before leaving the bathroom tucking one edge inside the other above my boobs. That meant it only covered a short length of my legs. It also meant that as I walked up the stairs ahead of you, you had an uninterrupted view right up the towel, right onto my bum and right into my pussy, no cunt, I thought, knowing now that was the grown up word to use! As I had climbed six or seven stairs I assumed that you would be able to see that, but wasn't sure. By the time I had nearly reached the top, you had confirmed you could see. "Sammi, you really do have a lovely bum," you said indicating you could see it. "Thank you Stephen," I replied not knowing what else to say. "It's so nice I can't resist it," you went on as I felt your hand stroking each cheek. "Mmmmm, lovely," you murmured moving your face close to mine still rubbing my bottom. "Sammi have you been a really naughty girl?" You went on. "How? What do you mean, I asked as we reached the landing. "Have you brought Clive to your bedroom before?" "No, this is our first time here." "Odd that he should know where your bedroom is, isn't it? I hadn't thought about that, being far more involved with the lovely feelings I was getting from your hand on my bum. "Probably my dad told him, when we had the extension built." "Mmmmmm, maybe," you said, not sounding at all convinced. "Is this your mum?" You asked holding up a photo of her that he had picked up from a corner table. "Yes that's mum?" "Mmmmmm she's lovely apart from.........." "What?" I asked sharply, for in my mind my mother was beautiful, probably perfect. "Her boobs are too large for my taste, I prefer tiny ones, even almost just nipples." I smiled as you put the photo of her in a strapless ball gown down. "Well then you wouldn't like Amanda's boobs, would she Sammi?" Clive said opening the door to my room. "No I guess not," I said walking through it. "I can assure you you wouldn't Steve, for Sammi's mum has great tits, they're really big, a real handful." "You seem to know them very well," you said as we stood in a triangle at the foot of my bed. Turning, and looking round the room you went on, almost in a whisper, "Almost as if you are familiar with them. "What do you mean?" I said. "Nothing. Nothing at all," you said lightly smiling. "It's just the way Clive and I joke, isn't it Clive? You'll get used to it, won't she Clive?" I looked from you to Clive as I felt the towel loosening. I grabbed it with both hands as I saw an odd look in Clive's eyes. Guilt, I wondered? Chapter 11 "I want to put this on you," you said, holding what looked like a scarf up for me to see. "What is it, where do want to put it?" I asked, very naively. "I'll show you in a minute, but first sit on the edge of the bed," you said very authoritatively. The way you changed from sounding tender and caring to hard and directive was both scary, yet excitingly impressive. The way you took control of the situation dominating both Clive and me was awesome and exciting. I sat as you ordered. "Undo the towel." My fingers were actually shaking as I untucked the towel. "Let it fall so we can see you." I did that. I had my legs crossed so, although you could both stare at my boobs you couldn't see my pubes. "Uncross your legs, stupid," you growled in a frighteningly cold voice. I did. "Sammi, are you being purposefully obdurate you asked?" "What, I don't understand, obdurate?" "Don't they teach you anything other than how to play with yourself at the stupid, fucking school your father pays a fortune to send you to?" Clive asked joining in and getting a stern glance from you. "Thank you Clive. Sammi why do you think we are here?" "Er, I don't know, tell me." "To have sex aren't we?" "Yes, yes I suppose we are." You looked very cross as you closed the gap between us and grabbed my, still damp, hair. You pulled it, hard, too hard, it hurt. "Ouch, don't, stop," I moaned grabbing your hand trying to relieve the pain. Your face was just inches from mine as you hissed. "Don't you dare, don't you ever tell me what to do. You're my, our I mean, fucking slave and that's all there is to it." The pain as you yanked my hair really hard was awful. "Say sorry, Sam," Clive said also moving closer. "Tell Stephen how sorry you are." I could hardly believe what my uncle was saying or doing. Surely he should protect me, I thought? Why should I say sorry, I hadn't done anything wrong? I saw you turn and storm out of the room muttering. "Straighten her out Clive or I swear I'll spank your fucking niece until her arse is raw." I was confused, bewildered I suppose at the amazing turn of events. Just moments ago you had been tenderly stroking my bottom as we walked up the stairs and now all this. Clive sat beside me and put his arm round me. He tried explaining that you were a wonderful man but eccentric and you had some amazing, but 'unusual' tastes in sex. He told me a little about BDSM, explaining about domination and submission, pain, control, direction and all that stuff. Most of it went over my head. What did register, though, was when Clive said that abusing and demeaning you is really a compliment, his way of showing affection. Why did that make sense and make me tingle? Why did I, a eighteen year old, relatively inexperienced girl, associate with a man old enough to be my grandfather and his desire to humiliate, control, abuse and dominate me? I had no idea. It got worse, though, or maybe better, when Clive said. "He wants you to be his sex slave." "Oh God Clive," I whimpered "What does that mean?" "I'm not totally sure, I have never been this involved with Stephen before, well not this deep. I guess he wants you to be at his beck and call following his orders all the time. Doing whatever he says exactly when he says it." It was as though everything suddenly made sense or, nothing made sense, for there was no sense. I suddenly realised, sitting there naked with my uncle's arm round me, his fingertips caressing the top of my breasts that I wanted that. I wanted to be yours and Clive's sex slave. My Formative Sexual Years Ch. 04 I meet Stephen, my Svengali. This is an unusual tale. It's unbelievably, broadly true, but embellished here and there, for obvious reasons. It sort of runs alongside my main story on here, "The Sexual Bio" job, but it goes further and deeper into my early days. In some ways there is a serious side to this. There is an aspect of my writing that is set apart from gaining and giving sexual pleasure, which I get from writing and hope you gain from reading me! I think I am complicated. I don't understand what I am and what makes me what I am. I don't know why I have such views and beliefs with regard to morals or, more to the point lack of and I can't understand why I continually feel able to test the boundaries of my sexual feelings and sexuality. Writing helps me try to find answers to these questions. On the other hand I might just be a spoiled bitch that likes being fucked. Who knows? * Chapter 1 You suddenly walked back into my bedroom. You were naked and half erect. I didn't think, it just came out naturally. "I am sorry Stephen." You smiled. "Good that's excellent, fine well done both of you." Clive and I looked at each other and smiled; it was like being congratulated by the headmaster, I thought nearly smiling. Clive stood up beside you. "Take your towel off." You told him. He obeyed immediately. He was fully erect. "Mmmmm," you said looking at his erection. "You two have been busy haven't you?" "No not at all," Clive said. "So why the fuck have you got this?" You said reaching out and taking hold of Clive's cock. "Ooooo," I heard slip from my mouth. I had never seen a guy touch another bloke's cock before. It excited me. "Just telling Sammi about being a sex slave, Steve," Clive said, making no effort I noticed to extricate his erection from your grip. I also noticed you made no move to take your hand away as he went on. "You know how exciting I find that idea?" "Yes I do," you replied, moving closer to Clive until your half erection was almost touching his fully stirred manhood. "And you Sammi"? "What Stephen?" "Did you find it exciting our idea of you being our sex slave?" Our idea? Our sex slave? This had all been planned I realised, you were in it 'up to your ears', it hadn't just happened as naïve little me had thought. "Yes Stephen," I answered truthfully. "And from what I just heard," you said, turning and looking right into my eyes as you cupped Clive's balls in one hand and stroked his length with your other "You like watching one man touch another's cock." I didn't reply at first, but when I heard Clive cough, I realised that in my new role I had to otherwise the punishment would be, as he had put, "as swift as it will be painful." "Yes, yes I do, but I have never seen it before." "Do you want to see more now?" Everything was arousing me. I was excited to a new level. I was experiencing new things, I was learning, I was being educated in extreme sexual practices and, I realised, I was enjoying every fucking moment of it, as, at the same time, I felt as scared as hell. "Well do you?" "Yes, yes please," I whimpered. I could hardly believe what I heard next. I shook my head to make sure I had heard correctly, but what I saw told me I had heard correctly. Slowly Clive knelt, he took your, now, nearly hard cock in his hand, and he brought his mouth towards it as, at the same time, he pulled your dick straight. I knew then that I had heard you say. "Suck my cock Clive." I suppose my inventory of amazingly erotic sights is rather small, although this afternoon it had increased significantly. But seeing Clive take you into his mouth was the most arousing action I had ever witnessed. It didn't last long. I guess you didn't want to cum, it was more for me, I thought than either of you. I watched, fascinated, him take hold of you, gently, almost reverently, stroke you, and then magically excitingly kiss the very tip of your cock. He licked it, he kissed it and he sucked all the way down it before taking it into his widely open mouth. Again I was learning for, other than the rather uncomfortable 'upside down gobble' I had given Clive this afternoon, I had no experience whatsoever of giving blow jobs. "Ok?" you said looking over at me "Now do what I want." I panicked for I didn't know. Thankfully I caught Clive's eye and saw that with his spare hand he was waving that from side to side, without you seeing. I got it. "Yes Clive, of course," I said softly as I opened my legs wide. "Mmmmm that's what I wanted to see. What is it?" It was much easier now. "My cunt Stephen, you wanted to see my cunt." "Yes Sam I did," you said suddenly moving away from Clive pulling your erection from his mouth and walking over to kneel between my opened knees. "Lay back on the bed." I did. "You have a lovely cunt Sammi, a beautiful cunt." "Thank you Stephen." By now the naked Clive had also moved over to me. He laid beside me his hands finding my breasts. "Close your eyes, lovely," he murmured as I had that lovely experience of his mouth on my nipples and his hard cock pressed against me. "Now sit up, shuffle your little bum a bit, get it nearer the edge of the bed and open your legs wide," he ordered. I did as I was told, willingly, I realised. I looked down at where you were kneeling gazing at me, between my legs, right at my pussy. I felt such a surge of excitement at the look of sheer pleasure, almost adoration on your face as I realised it was the sight of my pussy that was doing that. I couldn't understand that. Like most girls, I often use a mirror to look at myself down there and I can't see what men find attractive. I can see why they like tits, and legs, nipples and the curves of a girl's bum, but her pussy? I closed my eyes and then felt something on them. "What's that?" I asked panicking a little and opening my eyes. "Shush, don't fret." "What are you doing?" I asked, deep down. "We're blindfolding you." "Why?" "You'll see when it's on." I felt him tie that strip of material I had seen earlier round my head, covering my eyes. "Ouch Clive, that's bloody tight, it hurts." I said putting my hands up to the blindfold. All I got by way of reply was a growl from Clive. "Leave it alone, you'll get used to it." As it turned out he was right, indicating to me that he had done this sort of thing before. I was now sitting up straight, my legs dangling over the side of the bed, my feet on the floor, my thighs widely spread. Clive was behind me also on the bed, you were kneeling on the floor. I felt your hands on my upper thighs, on their tops; you were easing them even further apart. "Your cunt looks lovely Sammi," I heard you whisper as I felt Clive taking hold of my arms. Without him saying anything I felt something, a rope maybe, go round my wrists. "Fuck they're tying me up," I thought, wondering what the hell this was going to bring about but strangely not feeling that disturbed. After all, I suppose I must have registered, slaves get tied up don't they? Although Clive was right and the blindfold did stop hurting, he had tied the rope round my wrists also very tightly and the pain from that replaced that on my eyes. I didn't struggle when Clive pulled my arms behind me and tightened the rope, but I did when I felt him wind it round my body several times obviously tying knots after each loop. It went round my waist and was tied at the back, then just between my boobs and again tied at the back. He then ran it over reach shoulder and passed it through the loop beneath my boobs. I felt totally restrained. I couldn't move my arms and the rope rubbed roughly, but not painfully all over my upper body. "You really are ours to do with as we wish now aren't you?" You asked. I didn't think that needed a reply. Your fingernails digging into my inner thigh told me I was wrong. "Yes Stephen I am." "You wait until later when we tie your legs as well and then tie you to the fucking bed, that'll scare the fuck out of you, won't it?" You said menacingly. Oddly that wasn't too scary. "Yes, yes it will," I stammered not totally truthfully for part of me, ridiculously maybe, quite relished the idea. Daft! "Especially little 'butter wouldn't melt in your mouth as far as dad is concerned' Sammi," Clive said as he put his arms round me, grabbed my tits and pulled me back against him, his erection pressing into my waist and lower back "Yes," you went on. "Particularly as when we are finished with you, we might leave you like that for your big titted mum and doting dad to find when they get home." That did scare me. "No, you wouldn't?" "Wouldn't we?" your now really menacing voice asked. "Don't tempt us Sammi, don't push your fucking luck." Clive joined in squeezing my tits hard and pressing his cock firmly against me. "If you don't behave, we'll not only leave you like this, but we'll cover you in our spunk as well. What would mummy and daddy think of you then?" You hissed. I was nearly crying at the indignity of my position, the pain from the ropes cutting into me all over my body and, most of all, from the mere thought of my parents coming home "Sorry Stephen, sorry Clive," I whispered hardly holding the tears back. "Ok so do as you are fucking well told, ok?" "Yes, ok, yes I will." I felt Clive pulling on the rope so I was pulled backwards. As he did that, the rope bit into me all over my body. It hurt and I cried out. "Hurts does it?" Clive asked. "Yes, sorry," I stammered. "That's ok," he said pulling even harder tightening them up and constricting me even more. The rope round my chest just beneath my boobs slipped a bit and rode up so the edge of it dug into my tits, that really hurt, but I knew I couldn't say anything. I think Clive must have looped the rope round something, some way from its end, to hold it, for he moved and I stayed where I was, sort of suspended. I then felt him run the rope round each of my thighs and ankles and then thread it through some of the strands that were encircling my body. The pressure eased and I felt him on the bed with me and then I felt him pull strongly on the rope. I have no idea what he had done or how he'd done it, but this time as he pulled, both of my legs were dragged further open. At the same time my ankles were lifted up and my knees were bent. I obviously couldn't see what I looked like but could visualise my position. My bottom was on the edge of the bed and my back was at about a forty-five degree angle to it. My arms were restrained behind my back and the rope was holding my legs as wide open as my hip joints would allow: I really was frightened at the possible consequences of a strong yank on the rope, but I could do nothing. My feet were well off the floor, probably higher than the level of the bed. Naked and trussed up, legs widely open and my feet about level with my stomach, I was totally open. My pussy and my bum hole must have been fully exposed and completely on view to them. I couldn't believe just how being in this position made me feel. I felt abused, demeaned, degraded and so fucking aroused I was near to cumming. I felt restrained, restricted, totally controlled, completely dominated yet, happy, was that right? Yes I felt at home, yet I had never been in such a position before. And I felt grateful to you and to my uncle. Unfathomable reasoning, but then this whole episode was that. Both of you then started playing with me. Playing with my body, using it as your plaything. Squeezing my tits, pinching my nipples, rubbing my thighs and stroking my stomach and thighs. I felt a tongue on my tummy, then another on my thighs. They were licking and sucking me as four hands roamed over me, everywhere. The tongues licked their way all round my middle, my waist, my navel, my thighs and tummy as the hands focused on my tits. A tongue was in my small thatch of pubic hairs, the other was licking the cheeks of my bottom. The one on my pubis slid downwards and the one on my cheek slid sideways. They went further and further, very slowly. And then, for the first time in my short sexual career, a tongue was on my pussy lips. And then, for the first time in my short sexual career, a tongue was on my bum hole. And then, for the first time in my short sexual career, I was receiving cunnilingus and analingus simultaneously. I fainted, I think. As, I'm pretty sure it was, Clive sucked and licked my pussy from above so you, presumably sitting on the floor, licked and kissed between my cheeks and right on my anus. I felt two tongues going into me at the same time, I was being tongue fucked I, almost, giggled as I became delirious with the ecstatic pleasure you and my uncle were giving me. Chapter 2 You left me alone for a while, still tied up and blindfolded, but not in that sort of suspended position: I couldn't move much though. After what may have been minutes or an hour, I heard you returning to my room. Sensory deprivation of even one sense sort of fucks up one's time measurement, I quickly learned. "Hello Sammi, you ok?" You asked as I felt a hand run up the inside of my opened leg. "Yes Stephen, thank you," I replied as the blindfold was yanked away letting me see again. What I saw almost made me wish for it to be replaced. You were both standing in front of me dressed in women's underwear. Clive was wearing black, French knickers, a black lacy suspender belt and dark stockings. You were wearing a pair of white, silky and lacy, see through panties and black fishnet, holdups. "Oh my God," I stammered looking from you to my uncle and back again. "What do you think Sammi?" Clive asked. "Er um I don't know." Men in ladies underwear was a situation that was so far off my radar that I had no idea how I felt, or thought come to that. "I bet you didn't know your mum had such sexy gear did you?" You asked. "Oh fuck no," I blurted out. "It isn't hers is it? "Of course it is, you don't think we carry such stuff around with us do you?" "She'll go mad, if she finds out." "She won't know who took them will she? But she has so much gear, she probably won't even notice." "No, I guess she won't" I replied appreciating the logic. "She'll probably think it's your dad, he can be a real dirty sod you know." Clive said running his hand over the silk of the French knickers. "Ok Sammi, it's time." You said "Time for what Stephen," I replied, sounding more relaxed than I felt. You moved nearer so that the white silk panties with your bulge rearing up them were just a few feet from my face. I could clearly see your cock inside them, well they were see-through. Clive moved behind me. "Get the ropes off Clive," you instructed him. He undid the complicated knots and bows and pulled them away leaving, I noticed, some quite vicious looking red marks where they had bitten into me. "Do you like sexy undies Sammi?" You asked. "Yes, but I don't have any," I replied looking from your panty covered cock to the outline of Clive's under the black silk. "Pity, maybe we'll buy you some for our next session," you said cupping my small boob in your hand. "It's time little Sammi for you to get fucked." That made my heart thump. All I could manage was. "Oh." "Yes Sammi," you went on taking hold of my chin between your thumb and first two fingers. "It's time for you to be fucked by both of us." "No, not at the same time." "Oh yes, we do such things together," Clive said also moving very close. I was sitting on the edge of the bed and the pair of you were standing so that your women's undies covered mid and lower bodies were almost touching me. It was heady stuff indeed, but then I was getting used to new, and to me, outrageous sexual experience. "Touch us Sammi." You instructed. "Touch the cocks that are going to fuck you." Despite the fear I was feeling from the prospect of being shagged up my bum, I also felt excitement as I ran my hand along the two cocks at the same time. It was an amazing feeling. The combination of the hardness and the warmth with the smoothness and softness of the lingerie was something I will never forget. "Yes Sammi, we are going to fuck you wearing your mother's knickers." Clive said softly. I looked up at him, my uncle, pleading with my eyes as I muttered. "Not my bum, please." "Don't worry Sam," you chipped in, "I want to save that for later, when it's just you and me." "See Sammi," Clive said pulling the gaping leg of the knickers to one side and pushing my hand in there, right onto his cock. "We're all heart; we don't want to hurt you. In any case fucking one arse in the family is enough." "You haven't?" I asked sharply. "Tell me you haven't had mum." "Who said anything about Amanda," Clive replied, leaving me none the wiser. "Right come on, let's do this," You said. "Who do you want first Sammi?" "I don't mind," I replied coolly, feeling better now I knew I wasn't going to be buggered. "Ok me then," you said. You clambered onto the bed and laid stretched out in the middle. You rolled my mother's panties down a bit exposing you erection. "Ok get on." Then for the first time I straddled a man. The penetration was great, the feeling of power of being on top was even better. I loved it. "Ok Sammi," you said taking hold of my hips. "Now fuck me." My Formative Sexual Years I was vaguely aware of some kids walking past the car but I didn't care for I knew they'd tell others. "We saw Sammi Cannock snogging with a bloke in a BM." A|ll good street cred. I thought he might take me to his home but no it was into the countryside. An isolated car park, away from other cars and people. "No one ever comes here," he told me making me wonder how he knew that, but making me excited by his obvious desire for me. As I've learned most men do, Clive followed a similar routine with me as last time. Kissing me then caressing my breasts, getting them out and then attacking the epicentre of a woman's sexuality, her pussy. And this time he attacked that energetically, easily breaking down any defences I might have wanted to put in his way. Like for instance a, "should we?" or a pause of a nanosecond or two before opening my thighs or the really strong defence of, "someone might come." I thought of trying them all, but Clive was so in control they would have been as pointless to try as it would have been for me to refuse hi. I wanted to be fucked so badly I think i would have done anything. I was defenceless, not just emotionally but physically as well, for as I'd laid back in the corner of the seat so my flimsy, pleated skirt had ridden well up my bare legs. So intent was he on kissing me and playing with my tits, that he had pulled out of from my bra but were still inside the white cotton, unbuttoned blouse and white and red striped blazer, that he seemed to be ignoring my long, tanned bare legs. Silly me, I forgot the process, the routine, the sequence that men go through; it wasn't the turn of down below yet was it? After a respectable and rather wonderful few moments of breast and nipple manipulation that took me close to a climax, he at last turned his attention elsewhere. He raised his head from where it had been nestling on my chest chewing and licking my breasts and nipples and looked down. It was almost as though he was looking at my legs for the first time. But then last time it had been dark in the bedroom, so I forgave him immediately. "Oh wow, Sam they're awesome," he murmured taking hold of the hem of the thin, blue, gingham check, skirt that was bisecting my thighs. "Mmmmmm so lovely," he whispered, possessively running his fingers up from beneath my knee to the hem of the skirt. Then slowly, so very, very slowly, so slowly and patiently, he lifted the hem. He lifted it up and up revealing more and more of my legs, my thighs, my thong and the outline of my mound beneath it. He just stared at me for what seemed ages. He was breathing quite heavily and his hand that wasn't holding my skirt was round my shoulders gripping me tighter and tighter as he continued staring at me. He was making low, almost animal like moans as his fingers ran up and down each of my thighs. They went right along that particularly smooth area that had I been wearing stockings, not that I actually have any and I never have worn them, would have been the patch on the inside of my thighs between the stocking tops and my panties. "So soft, so smooth, Sam." I didn't know what to do or say. I contemplated perhaps opening my legs and saying something incredibly romantic and grown up like, "fuck me Clive," or "play with my pussy," but rejected the idea, after all I wasn't that experienced to have that amount of confidence. So I just lay there as he visually inspected my most womanly places. And, amazingly to me it aroused me more and more. The sordid, wanton scene got to me. My blouse was open, but my tie was still done up, pushed to one side. I still had my bra on, but each boob had been yanked from its protective covering and the fiercely pink, swollen tips were totally bare and still wet and shiny with his spittle. I was wearing the blazer, but that was bunched up behind me somewhere, and Clive was holding my skirt up around my waist. And of course he was staring intently at my tanned thighs and the bulge of my pubis inside the lacy thong. I'd obviously experienced nothing like this before, after all it was only my second time . Ok, I was quite experienced, for a eighteen year old, on the back seats of cars, in fact I was beginning to think of myself as a back seat jockey. But they had all been fumblingly awkward, rather rushed, uncomfortably executed, usually in the dark and, due to my fear of going, further, totally unsatisfactory sessions. "Kiss me Clive," I whispered reaching out and placing my hand on his face. He ignored that and instead slid his hand further up my thigh so that the side of that brushed, quite firmly, right against my pussy lips under the lace. It was like an electric shock; my entire body shuddered as a deep grunt slid from my mouth. That seemed to shake him out of his voyeuristic, lethargy. He left his hand right there cupping my mound and pussy, he rubbed me and stroked me. And then everything speeded up. Quickly, he pushed my pretty, little, non-regulation thong to one side and slid two or three fingers inside me. And just as quickly I was writhing and squirming my pretty little cunt on his two or three fingered surrogate cock. He made me cum, quickly and very hard, as hard as I'd yet cum in my short sexual career. We lay there for a moment and then he started to undress. He undid his shirt and I sat up and ran my fingers over his chest that was so much hairier and more muscular than any of the boys I had messed around. I hadn't properly seen that in the gloom of the other evening so to see the thick covering of dark hair was quite a shock. But it felt good running my fingers through it and I could only imagine the rasping, slightly scratchy feelings I'd get when my bare breasts were ground against it. And I knew, well hoped, that would be very soon. As he undid his belt and zip I thought I should show how mature I was so I started to remove the blazer and my blouse. And that's when he told me to leave them on. "I want to fuck you in your school uniform," he said not very romantically, but stupendously sexily to me. A bit odd I thought but then men are aren't they? He didn't seem to be in the slightest worried that anyone might come into the place we were parked. He slid his trousers and boxers down beneath his knees. I ran my eyes up and down his body. It was glorious. Well-defined muscles, no flab or fat, lithe and lean and very, very fit; I thought he was awesome and his long, hard cock was just absolutely wicked. And, of course, then he fucked me. Still fully dressed, with my tits gaping out of the blouse, my skirt bunched up around my waist, the thong pulled to one side, he shagged me hard and fast lying between my widely opened legs. Half way through he lifted my legs up and put my ankles over his shoulders. God did that seem grown up. He fucked me with my legs over his shoulders then once more, about an hour or so later, with me straddling him. That really was cool and so grown up, I thought Chapter 4 That became our routine. Over the next few weeks he'd meet me after school two or three times a week and we'd go and have sex in the back of his car. Well not always in the back of it, for as the weather warmed up we also used the front seat, the outside of it, alongside it and the bonnet. Wow was I growing up sexually so fast? The schedule, though, played havoc with my studies. I had to lie to mum that I was staying back at school doing some project or the other, but she didn't care or mind. As long as I didn't interfere with her golf, bridge and tennis arrangements and the affair I suspected she was having with a golf coach much younger than her, all was cool with her. Was I in love? Had I fallen for my thirty-something year old uncle? Was it a passing fancy, an infatuation or was it just lust? How the hell could I know, I'd never felt like I did about him? I wanted him, wanted him touching me, wanted his hands on me and my body against his. I wanted that all the time I was with him. The moment I saw him in his car I think I started to cum, certainly my nipples burst into bud. But, oddly, when I wasn't with him I didn't dream about him or even think that much about him. Sure, I often masturbated in my bed and I guess he was part of my 'wankfest', but mainly it was, out of sight out of mind as far as Clive was concerned. See a bit of a hard, as well as, spoiled bitch aren't I? But the knowledge of just how wrong incest is was always in my mind. To say he liked my schoolgirl uniform is an understatement. He was obsessed with it. I asked him a couple of times if I could leave a pair of jeans and a top in his car, but he wouldn't let me on the grounds that Sue, my aunt would find them "She uses the car quite a bit," he explained adding. "In any case I prefer you in your uniform. The first time he had picked me up from school I'd changed my underwear. The second time he just turned up so I was wearing the regulation large blue knickers and the full bra that was described in the school rules sent to parents as having to, "cover all of each breast, have no lace and be thick enough to ensure that nothing showed through them". Practical, boring and about as sexy as a pair of old ladies knickers. I was so nervous when he undid my blouse but it didn't seem to deter him, after all what was in the bra was more important to him than the look of it. And when he saw those knickers I thought at the least he'd laugh, but no, if anything they turned him on. Men!!! But I just didn't feel right having sex in his car or frolicking around in the woods or by the river in such unglamorous stuff, so I always carried some spare glam gear in my knapsack in case he turned up unexpected. "I just can't Clive I'm sorry," I explained. "They're such a turn off for me and so little girly, I can't feel comfortable wearing them." "Ok then wear nothing." So that became part of the routine. I'd go to the loo before the last period began and would remove the offending garments. I'd then sit through the lesson naked under my skirt and blouse making sure I didn't let the cotton blouse material become stretched across my boobs for my nipples were continuously hard as I though about what I'd be doing in few minutes time. As we drove away from the school I'd cuddle up to him as best a girl can with that big box in the centre. It was difficult getting close, but I managed to get myself near enough so that as he drove with one hand on the wheel he'd slip the other between my thighs. I'd open my legs a little and keep my skirt down, well most of the time, and I'd revel in him fingering me, making me wet and have little climaxes. It was fun and exciting as we drove to one of two or three secluded "fuckspots" as we called them. "Undo your blouse Sammi." "No, people will see." "So, who gives a fuck, no one gives a shit nowadays? What if they do, though I doubt anyone will? Come on give me and them a flash of those lovely bare titties, but don't take your tie off." My hands were shaking as I undid the buttons, but I managed it. Why I agreed, I have no idea. But I had a vague thought that it was rather grown up and mature to ride around in a BMW with your lover's fingers up your pussy and your tits out, so I did it. And do you know it turned me on, it so excited and aroused me that he hardly had to ask on subsequent evenings. Not only was I now getting plenty of sex; on average three times a week, but I was also learning so fast. What he got me to do was adventurous, well to me it was. I mean, to be laid face down on the warm, but dusty hood of a BMW with your tits bare and your skirt bunched round your waist as you're fucked by a man almost twenty years older than yourself, is quite a blast isn't it? It's also quite adventurous, I thought, to be naked in a field, straddling that man and fucking him as if you've done that all the time. After we finished the affair and looking back, I realised that he wasn't that into oral sex. In the six weeks or so our affair lasted he never once went down on me and seemed to have no inclination for me to suck him. Actually both of those were quite fortuitous really for I'd never done either and had no idea whatsoever what to do. Nevertheless, from what I'd read and heard and even seen in films and on TV, it did seem a little odd, after all aren't all men just dying to lick a young girl's pussy? I asked him several times about going to his house but he always made some excuse usually revolving around the unpredictability of his wife, gardener or cleaner. So I never made it there, well not for sex, but did of course for boring family dos. I also asked about us spending a whole night together, perhaps in a hotel. Although we didn't make that he didn't reject the idea just saying. "Yeah, yeah, great idea, let's work at it." It wasn't all back seat and in the woods stuff, though. No, twice he took me for a pizza and just as it got dark screwed me up against the wall of the car park. We also did it a few times in the changing rooms of the tennis club for he had a key and offered to lock up now and then. We went to the cinema once, early evening, the OAPs performance when it was almost empty. I had, as he had ordered, taken my bra and panties off so he had great access to me: he made proper use of it by making me cum three or four times before pressing my hand against his cock that he had taken out from his trousers. A little sperm on the Odeon's carpet wouldn't do any harm would it? I hope you enjoyed hearing about my early adventures. What happened next with my sexual awakening really is amazing and involved some really extreme stuff, especially for a sexual apprentice as I was. But then some people think apprentice is just another name for slave don't they?????? I'll post the next part in a couple of weeks time.