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My First Experience

By: masterhypnotist



When I was 18 years old I was painfully shy. I knew I wanted sex, but I sure didn’t have a clue what to do about it. To make matters worse I was afraid to carry on a social conversation with a girl. Academic subjects, terrific! I read a lot and I read a book on hypnotism, then another and another. I had to try it. I asked my older sister if I could try to hypnotize her. She said sure.

I was already large with a deep voice and I had her sit on the sofa and I told her to relax, and then to relax her whole body. She seemed very limp. I lifted her arm and it plopped back down. I told her that when I counted to three she would waken and when I snapped my fingers she would go back into a deep trance. She woke up and said, “I guess it didn’t work.” She then stood up. I snapped my fingers and she collapsed in a heap in front of the sofa. Wow!

I told her she was getting very hot. She loosened the belt on the bathrobe she was wearing. I told her she was even hotter and she was alone in the bedroom. She took off the bathrobe. She was fanning herself with her hands. She looked like she was in a trance. I was in a trance watching her. I told her that her bra was making her very uncomfortable. Much to my surprise she took it off. Now I was scared. I had her get dressed and told her that she would not remember anything that happened. She never did say anything to me about it. 

Now, how was I to apply my newfound talent to improving my sex life? I was still a virgin in every way. I hadn’t even kissed a girl yet! I belonged to a youth group and I was active in the governance. The next day we had a meeting and the subject of a party came up. The consensus was that we wanted to have a party and have some entertainment. Without giving it too much thought, I volunteered to do a hypnotist show. I was shocked when everybody thought that was a terrific idea.

That weekend we had the party at Sam Fireman’s house. It was a large house and his parents were away for the week. They went to Europe. I got there early and did my usual wallflower routine until Sam announced that I was a Master Hypnotist and I was going to hypnotize everybody. Well, what the hell. I told everybody – there were about 10 girls and 12 boys all about 18 to sit on the floor and get comfortable. I then talked to them in my deepest voice, getting them to relax. They were soon sprawling all over the place. I had them raise their arms, freeze, bark and silly things like that. Everybody cooperated. I gave them a post hypnotic suggestion that they would go back into an even deeper trance if I ever asked them to. I then woke them up after telling them they would wake up feeling wonderful, relaxed and they would feel as if they were drunk. They would really feel good!

The whole gang woke up and started clowning around. I was the hit of the party. The experience improved my self-confidence immensely. I became very comfortable talking to the girls at the party. I especially wanted to talk to Suzy, a really cute blond, with a great figure. She had small perky breasts and a lovely shape to go with her beautiful face. After my little show she wasn’t very active. I went over and started a conversation. When she talked to me she was slurring her words. She was acting drunk. I sat and talked to her while putting my arm around her. It was a wonderful feeling. I stayed with Suzie until the party was over. Every few minutes |I whispered in her ear that she was feeling wonderful and she was still drunk. She put her head on my shoulder and seemed to sleep. As the party was ending, I asked her if I could take her home. She murmured that she had come with friends. I whispered that she should tell her friends that she would go home with me. She did it.

When we were in the car I asked her what time her parents expected her home. I knew that she still lived at home and attended the local community college. She said that her parents were away and did not expect her at all. I immediately got this erection that I could not control. I told her to sleep. She fell against me and I cupped her right breast as I drove her home. When we got to her house, I told her that I would walk with her to the door because she was too drunk to make it alone. When we got to the door I told Suzie to give me the key and I would let her in. I opened the door and walked in with her. She was still acting intoxicated.

I kissed her and she responded by kissing me back and putting her arms around me. I was incredibly aroused at this point and didn’t have any idea what to do next. I knew it would be neat to see her naked body so I lifted up her sweater started to pull it over her head. Suzie said’ “what are you doing?’

“Taking your sweater off.”

“Oh.” That was all she said. I took it off. I then asked her if she would take her bra off. To my delight she reached behind her back and undid the clasp and her bra was hanging from her shoulders. I finished taking it off. I had never seen breasts before. I loved it. I led her to a couch in the living room and we both laid on it. I started sucking her nipples. She pushed them at me and I reached down and tried to figure out how to take her skirt off. When that didn’t work I asked her if she would take her skirt off. She stood up and pulled it off after releasing a snap and a button. Now all she had on was a slip, panties and penny loafers and socks. I pulled the slip off and she seemed to help me. I asked her to take her panties off and she did. I left the shoes and socks on.

Obviously I had never seen a naked woman. I let my instincts take over and I gently pushed Suzie down and pulled her pussy to me and buried my face in it. The hair was soft and I loved the smell. I began licking inside the small fold of skin that was opening for me as I licked. Suzie began moaning. Now, I really didn’t know what to do. I felt like I was going to explode at any moment. 

I pulled my pants off and lay on her so my penis was above her moth as I licked her pussy. She took my penis in her mouth and I came almost immediately. While I was coming she was kind of shaking and moaning as she was sucking. What a feeling. We then maneuvered around until we were face to face. I passionately kissed her tasting my seaman as we kissed. We fell asleep.

We woke up a while later and she looked at me with a pleased sleepy look and said, “That was wonderful. I’ve never done anything like that before. We have to be careful, I don’t want to get pregnant.” We dated for the next year. My first girl friend. I never told her that she had been hypnotized and she never discussed it. I will tell more stories of how I used hypnotism to increase my fun and self-confidence in the future.

My First Experience



This incident happened a few years ago. It was a warm summer day and my parents had just told me that they were going out for dinner and would be out that evening. Yes, I thought, this would be an evening where I could just take off my clothes, pop a porn movie into the VCR, and just masturbate myself silly.

Up to this point, I had had absolutely no sexual experiences, straight or gay, although I was more inclined towards women. Most of my schooling and college had been in all male schools and college, and I knew that some of the guys used to fool around with each other, but I never had the courage to get into that scene, nor did an opportunity present itself, until that evening.

Much of the day passed slowly, in anticipation of the evening. The last few minutes before my parents left were agonizing. At last they left and I had the place for sometime. I bolted the front door, ran up to my room, stripped and pulled out two porno tapes that I had been wanting to see but had not had the opportunity. I raced down to the living room completely naked, and popped the tape into the VCR. It wasn't very long before I was sporting a huge erection. My nipples were rock hard and my anus was itching for a cucumber. I had experimented with one a few days back.

I got up from the couch and darted to the refrigerator, praying that mom had stocked up on the veggies. Heaven, there it was, a nice long 7" cucumber, just waiting to enter my warm asshole. I applied some cooking oil onto the cucumber, and a generous amount in and around my asshole, and on my cock. Then I eased the cucumber slowly into my horny oil-filled ass. The sensation from this was driving me crazy. I was standing with my face on the washing counter and my back arched and was furiously masturbating with one hand and driving the cucumber up my ass with the other. I looked out the kitchen window. It was dark out. Masturbating in front of the open window was turning me on more, and I had this urge to go out and do it in the garden. 

With trembling hands, I unlocked the kitchen door, and walked out, barefoot, completely naked, and with the cucumber protruding out of my ass.

I loved the cool breeze on my skin and the feel of grass and sand against my naked body. I was going at it for probably a minute or so. My cock felt like it would burst any minute so I eased up on my strokes.

Just then I heard a booming voice, asking what I was doing. My heart sank and I just froze. Shit, who was it and what was he thinking. What had he seen so far? I was cursing myself for being so careless. I turned around slowly. It was the watchman from next door. I tried to offer an explanation, but how could I possibly explain what I was doing?

He moved closer and was now barely a foot away from a very naked and frightened me. My cock had shriveled back to a limp state and I was backing up more and more as he came closer. Finally, I was up against the wall. He was a big man, rugged, unshaven, and very hairy. He told me he had been watching me since a while and had never seen anyone in so much heat. He then said we could keep it our little secret if I did something for him. Before I could reply, he had already embraced me and I could feel his hot breath on my face. 

His mouth was covering mine and his tongue was darting around in my mouth. His hands were now moving all over my naked body until he finally reached down and started pulling my cock. I could feel his erect cock through his clothes. Although still very nervous, this was again starting to excite me. He then turned me around and with both hands, parted my ass cheeks. With a small pop, the cucumber slowly slid out of my ass. He spat on his finger and let it slide all the way up my ass, as my cock again stood to full erection. Pretty soon we were lying on the grass, him on top of me, kissing my face, neck and nipples, our cocks bumping and grinding into each other. His hard cock was repeatedly hitting the area between my cock and my wide open anus. Shit, this is insane, I thought. Fucked outside my own house, by cheap hired help that would probably tell the whole world the next morning.

He stopped kissing me and told me to spread my legs as high and wide as a I could. It was then that I caught a glimpse of his cock. It was thick and fairly long, probably around 7-8 inches, and juicy. I had this urge to suck him, but before I could say anything, he spat on it, and angled it into my very wet, oiled up ass. 

I was now moaning away as his strokes got deeper and harder. He had me in a very tight embrace and was pulling down on my body, while his cock was going up my ass. We were both hissing obscenities at each other. While cucumber and other assorted objects had provided immense pleasure in the past, this was something else altogether. I was now fully erect, madly jerking my cock, while spanking his ass cheeks with my free hand. All of a sudden his body tensed up, his eyes closed, and he pushed down really hard on my body. I could feel his cum spraying inside me. He was now moaning with pleasure, while still fucking me, although his strokes grew softer and slower. He slowly pulled out, rolled over, and lay on the grass next to me, moaning and panting. Shit, I thought. I hadn't ejaculated yet. Sensing this, he turned to face me and worked his arm under my back and pushed his middle finger into my ass. With his other hand he stroked my cock. With a rush that I had never felt before I came all over myself and on his hand. We both lay there silent for what seemed like an eternity.

It now dawned on me what we had just done. My first experience had been with an older man, in my own backyard, fucked in the ass like a dog, and I would probably have to suffer some embarrassing consequences. As if to confirm my worst fears, he insisted that we go up to my room and fuck some more at night, even after my parents got back. I wanted to desperately go into the house and somehow erase the last few moments of my life. I was ashamed and very nervous. 

He still insisted that if we do it again once, he would not bring it up ever again, and that would be that. Like a fool, I led him into the house and into my bedroom. 



My First Experience



My First Encounter

Hi, all of you I am Tina. I am a very coy Indian housewife who has been brought up under a lot of conservative values. Before the Marriage I was a virgin (really) and never thought of doing it with any other person other than my hubby. Till a few years of our marriage it was plane and simple, and we would do everything in our bedroom out of the eyes of anyone else. 

Soon I started liking the Blue Movies, which my hubby used to get from the local shop and we started to fantasise about another guy or a couple fucking me in front of my hubby. Initially it was just what we used to think about when we were fucking in our room. Soon we thought of having it turned into a reality. We came across this a lot of adult friendship sites on the Internet and decided to post our Add in a few of them. Our aim was to contact some good sexy like-minded friend/s with whom we could live out our fantasy and in general have some good adult fun. We got a lot of false starts but then we hit upon a couple who was as interested and had tried this a couple of times earlier. This couple was very rich and lived in a different city, it took us time to set up a meeting. In the meanwhile we did some video chat with them and there he told me to strip. I was a lot hesitant but he kept pestering me and then he threatened me that if I do not strip for him he would not come to meet me. As I was quite desperate to meet him I very hesitantly took off my top, but could not hold my clothes for long as he demanded to see me absolutely naked on the web cam. Ultimately we both got ourselves stripped for the benefit of all four of us. He wanted my hubby to tie my hands behind my back and show me to him. He tied my hands tied behind my back with a leather cuff and then showed me to him, all my body parts were shown in details. Then this guy, wanted my hubby to tie up my size 34D breasts, for a nice show for them, reluctantly he did so. The chats used to continue for about a couple of hours.

The day we planned to meet this couple was very busy and so was my hubby. My hubby (Mr S) came home at about 09 Pm and confirmed to me that Mr and Mrs V are coming home for the night we were waiting for. They got delayed and came home at about 10:30 PM. Anyway Mrs v had got a very sexy backless Black halter neck blouse and a pair of heavy-duty handcuffs for me. We settled down and talked to soften up the atmosphere and Mrs V handed over the clothing to me. My hubby soon told me to go and change into that blouse and wear something sexy, and I went in to change. I took his wife too to change into something sexy for my hubby. When we came out I was wearing the blouse with a sexy short black and white checked skirt with some nice makeup and my lovely 5 in black heels. My back was absolutely bare other than a couple of strings that held the blouse. When I entered the room, Mr V greeted me, and I could see the lust in his eyes, it was as if he could not wait to strip me off and fuck me then and there. This was the set of eyes I had been waiting to see for a long time. Well I settled on the sofa and soon my hubby got up and pulled me over. He got my hands behind me and put those handcuffs on me, and then as if gifted me to Mr V for the fucking session. Mr V was very delighted to see me in that state and smiled at me as if he had got his prize. He made me sit on his lap and gave me a deep kiss, I could feel his hands going all over on my 34D breasts and he kept kissing me and pressing them. Very soon he got the blouse off and then I lost my skirt. With the cuffs still on he played with my breasts and his other hand played with my pussy, rubbing it and then pushing deep into my cunt. I was getting real hot and had started to take deep breaths. I was not allowed to be free and soon he got me on my knees and took out his massive cock. This was a real big cock for me; it must have been at least 7 inch long and real fat. At first I thought that it would tear my pussy apart if I took it in too fast. Mr V held my head and made me suck him deep. I had no control on anything but he was excellent as he forced me to keep sucking him till he simply came all over my mouth and face. Once it was over he as if pushed me off and joined my hubby who was busy with his wife. It felt as if he had used me and then discarded me once he was spent. I was a very powerful feeling to feel as if being used and abused this way.

After some time he again came to me and release my hands and then took me to the bed for the final fuck. He again made me suck his cock to a big hard on and then he got down to eat me. Ohh God how do I describe this … he was there lying between my legs and eating me off, it was the best sensation I had ever had, very different from what my hubby does to me. I came once during this and I could feel the juices flowing out and him lapping up all of them. He then turned me over and pulled my legs up to expose my asshole. Initially I thought he was just playing with the hole but soon he put one finger in and pushed it in deep, then two and soon three. His hands did magic to my asshole and suddenly he pulled them out only to be replaced by his tongue. Later I told my hubby that it was the best job I had ever got in my life. Then it was time for the final assault on my womanhood… he told me to spread my legs and he pushed his cock slowly inch by inch, and it felt as if it was really tearing my pussy lips apart, I could not stand the pleasure and let out a deep cry, only to arouse him more and get him to pound real hard. He was a big strong guy and he went on like a big battering ram for god knows how long. During this I came once but he showed no signs of giving up. He then got my legs pulled up and continued, it felt as if I was going to break up with the heavy battering but somehow I took it well. Soon I was about to come again and I started to moan louder and louder. I could now feel the urgency in his battering and then he let out a sharp cry and came. This time we both came together. 

I think that it was the heaviest pounding a girl could get from a cock that fat, and it all was real. I checked my pussy the next day and sure enough there was a tear on the side. Imagine a girl who was fucked about 10 years ago now gets a tear again, this only tells that how fat that guys cock would have been. Mr V rang up my hubby the next day and told him that he really enjoyed fucking his dear wife and he would love to do it again, the next time he is in town. He also gave my hubby a warning saying that, he would be inviting us over to his place to introduce me to his other girls and my hubby dare not refuse this as it would not be too good for my health. During our first encounter I had come three times and got myself fucked like a real whore, which I could have never imagined earlier. Now we are looking forward to our next experience, where I could get two guys to fuck me at the same time. Probably get a bit kinky with them and get my ass spanked hard, as I feel I am made to entertain such friends. It would me fun only if I am made to do all this with my hands in those heavy duty handcuffs, my naked ass being spanked by a good whip / paddle and then the guys coming in my mouth one by one, and yes all this in the presence of my dearest hubby. I could also do a grand lesbian act with a sexy lady. All I have to say is THANK YOU Internet for getting me fucked so well.

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We are looking forward to couples and single ladies who are out there to help make our sex life better. We would love you to send us some sex games to be played within ourselves and in a group, you too could play them with us……. Lets be friends….. Please do show your appreciation by voting and I’d love to hear your comments and feedback on the story. I promise to reply to every one of you. 

Tina



My First Experience



My name is Vicki Lynn Hauser and I am an exhibitionist. Well, I don't know if there is a technical definition and if I qualify under that definition, but I know that I get very excited whenever I am accidentally or purposely exposed to men or women. I think I discovered flashing, and how much I enjoyed doing it, when I was almost nineteen while a senior in high school. I used to sit in the library during study hall and Arnold, who was also a senior, would sometimes sit across from me at the same table I did. I really didn't know Arnold at all except to see at study hall. He never seemed to notice me and I don't know that I would have cared if he did. 

One day at school I was wearing a light blue dress with a square cut neckline with white silk embroidery. It wasn't low cut at all, so I was sure that it was a very decent dress. When I finished studying I stood up and then I bent over the table to pick up my books. I guess the neckline pulled away from my body and some of my breasts were exposed. I happened to glance over at Arnold and saw that his eyes were looking down my dress and were wide open. I looked down my front and saw that, actually, quite a lot of my breasts were exposed. I had an old bra on that wasn't quite big enough for the amount my breasts had grown since I had gotten it. It covered my nipples and a bit more, but not a lot more. The rest of my breasts were spilling out and it looked as if my nipples might pop out at any time. I glanced back over at Arnold. Just then Arnold's eyes looked up and saw mine looking at him. He turned bright, bright red.

At first I was angry at him for looking down the front of my dress. Then I realized it had made me feel very excited knowing that he had been able to see my breasts. And that he wanted to do so. In fact, I was quite wet for the rest of the afternoon thinking about Arnold staring at my breasts. After that I tried to wear dresses with scoop necks as often as I could. While in them, I would be "careless" about bending over. I always made it seem like I didn't know that any part of my breasts were showing, but of course I was fully aware of what I was doing, and I was very aroused by doing it.

Then one day in the library Arnold dropped his pencil and bent under the desk to retrieve it. I had never paid much attention to how my legs were positioned when they were under a table. I realized while Arnold's head was under the table that my legs were wide open. So Arnold must have got a pretty good glimpse of my panties. After that, Arnold starting dropping his pencil quite a lot, and I made sure to spread my legs whenever he did so. 

Next I bought a pair of see through panties at the mall. I didn't let my mother see them because she always bought me white cotton panties. I couldn't wait to get to the library for study hall the first day that I wore my new panties. I was hoping as hard as I could that Arnold wouldn't be absent. I was elated to see when I got inside that he was there, in his regular seat across from where I normally sat. My heart was really pounding. I had worn a frilly white skirt which was a little shorter than I usually wore. I wanted to be sure he would get a really good look. Before too long he dropped his pencil and as he started to bend down, I opened my legs really wide. I could actually hear him gasp as he saw the dark blonde hair covering my pussy for the first time. The panties were so clear it was almost like not having any on. I was really excited. 

So was Arnold. I knew he was, and so did everybody else, because just then the fire alarm bell went off and we all had to get up and leave the library to go outside. Arnold tried to put his books in front of him but before he could do so I saw, and the other girls around me saw, that his cock was sticking straight out in front of his baggy pants. We all started giggling and then filed out.

On the following Friday I went over to my friend Jennie's house to study after school. We were having a big English history exam the following week and really needed to study hard for it. Jennie and I had applied to the same universities and we knew we needed to have really good grades to get accepted to any of them. We spent several hours quizzing each other on dates and battles and kings and that sort of thing in Jennie's bedroom before her Mother came in to ask if we had looked outside lately. We hadn't. When we did, we saw that a huge amount of snow had fallen without us even noticing. 

Jennie's Mom said that it would be too dangerous for me to try to go home before the roads got plowed. She said that she would call my Mom and see if it would be okay for me to spend the night with them. I protested that I didn't want to be a bother and that I didn't have any pajamas. Jennie's Mom said I wouldn't be a bother and that I could borrow one of her nightgowns (Jennie was a lot smaller than I was, especially in the breasts, while her Mom was rather larger than I was). She said that as Jennie's Dad traveled a lot he had several of those goodie bags that airlines give out containing tooth brushes and tooth paste and stuff like that. My Mom thanked Jennie's Mom and told her that of course it would be all right for me to spend the night with them.

Jennie and I studied some more and then her Mom called us in to dinner. After eating with her Mom and Dad (who was in his early forties, was very good looking and was in excellent shape from all the workouts he did with the equipment in their rec room) and some more studying, we got ready for bed. Jennie kept her panties on under her nightgown but I have never liked to sleep in my panties so I was naked under her Mom's rather large cotton flannel nightgown. It had thin straps holding up a shapeless sort of gown. It was a bit low cut, but definitely not enough so to be considered sexy by anybody but a flannel freak. 

Jennie and I walked out to the living room to say good night to her parents. Her Mom kissed me on the cheek and I walked over to her Dad to kiss him on the cheek. He was sitting down in his easy chair so I had to bend over to reach his cheek. As I did so, the left strap of the too large nightgown slipped off my shoulder and my entire left breast became bare. Jennie's Dad looked directly at my nipple, which was rapidly becoming erect and his eyes widened. I quickly pulled the gown back up and gave him a little kiss on the cheek. He seemed to be looking at me differently from the way he had always looked at me before. No one except him had seen my nightgown slip off my breast.

I was so excited at the thought that Jennie's Dad had seen my breast, and had appeared excited at the sight of it, that I could barely sleep. Jennie had twin beds so I very quietly played with my pussy and my nipples for quite a while before falling asleep.

In the morning, Jennie and I went out to breakfast still wearing our nightgowns. I saw Jennie's Dad looking at me speculatively. I thought he might be wondering whether the nightgown might slip down off my shoulder again. I didn't disappoint him, though I had to be careful so that neither Jennie nor her Mom would see. When both of them had gone into the kitchen to get the breakfast dishes and bring them into the dining room, I managed to drop one of my hair ribbons onto the floor and, in order to get Jennie's Dad's attention, I said, "Oh darn, I dropped it." 

I bent down to pick it up, with my back to the kitchen and my front facing Jennie's Dad. As I had hoped, and with only a little help from me squeezing in my shoulders as I had practiced in the bathroom that morning, the night gown slipped off again. Only this time both my breasts were bared. And Jennie's Dad stared directly at my breasts. I waited a few seconds and then, as if I had only just noticed that my breasts were exposed, I excused myself and pulled the gown back up. Jennie's Dad said that that was okay, that the nightgown seemed a bit large for me. He didn't mention having looked at my breasts. I was so excited that I had been able to turn on a good looking older man that I could barely get any breakfast down.

Having discovered how exciting flashing could be for me, as well as for the man who saw me, it quickly became second nature for me to flash whenever I got the opportunity.

A few weeks later I visited Jennie again. This time we had arranged with our parents for me to stay overnight at Jennie's so I brought things to change into for sleeping and for the next day. Jennie's Dad seemed very pleased to see me. Her Mom, too, but her Dad in a different way. I hoped he wouldn't be disappointed. 

After dinner and studying Jennie and I changed into our bed clothes. Jennie wore the same nightgown she had worn previously and again wore her panties under her nightgown. Her panties were the same white cottons my Mom always bought for me. I wore a very short white night gown of a diaphanous material. You couldn't quite see through it but you almost could. When I looked in the mirror I could see a slight darkness where my nipples were and a definite darkness where the hair covering my pussy was. I tried to strain my neck backwards to see if I could see the crack of my ass but I only ended up hurting my neck and I didn't want to ask Jennie to check. 

In any case, I knew that with sunlight behind me you definitely could see through the nightgown in some detail. It had a fairly low vee neckline which showed a lot of the swell of my breasts. I had practiced bending over in front of the mirror at home and I knew that from the right angle you could see all of my breasts and my nipples and even the dark triangle of hair covering my pussy. (I had hadn't started shaving there yet). I had been a little worried that Jennie might think my nightgown was too sexy but since she couldn't think of her parents looking at her in a manner that would acknowledge that she was becoming a woman, neither could she imagine them looking at me like that.

Jennie and I went out to kiss her parents good night. I was pleased to see that her Mom was still sitting on one of their two couches in the living room while her Dad was sitting on the other one which was parallel to the first with a low glass top coffee table in between. As we walked in I saw her Dad quickly glance up at me. I could tell that he had been interested to see what kind of nightgown I would be wearing. I was thrilled that he cared. His eyes seemed to narrow a bit as he was trying to make out whether he could actually see through the material of my gown or not. I hoped he would keep looking at me. 

Jennie kissed her Mom first and then began to walk over to kiss her Dad, who still had his eyes on me. I turned my back to Jennie's Dad and bent over from the waist to give her Mom a kiss. As I did so, and as had happened when I had practiced before the mirror in the bathroom for the week before going to Jennie's, I could feel the hem of my nightgown pulling up over the cheeks of my bottom, leaving most of my bottom, and my pussy, exposed to his view. As Jennie was walking away from me and looking at her Dad, I knew that she wouldn't be able to see how much of me her Dad was able to see. Even so, I didn't dare stay in this position for too long in case Jennie did glance back at her Mom and me. 

When I stood up and turned toward Jennie's Dad, I could tell that he had definitely been looking at me. I glanced down toward his lap to see if what had happened to Arnold had happened to him as well. It wasn't sticking straight out in front of him as Arnold's had been, but I could tell for sure that he had an erection. And I was so happy that I was the cause of it.

But I had a problem. I wanted Jennie's Dad to be able to look down the front of my nightgown and see my naked breasts and my nipples and my pussy when I bent over to give him a kiss. But I certainly didn't want Jennie's Mom to see my naked ass. So on my way between the two couches I turned to Jennie's Mom and asked, "Could Jennie and I please have some warm milk before we go to sleep?" 

Jennie's Mom said that of course we could and, as I had hoped, she stood up immediately to go into the kitchen. Even better, Jennie said that she would help and she went into the kitchen as well. As I bent over in front of Jennie's Dad I put my hand on my shoulder strap, which I knew would cause him to look in that direction, and said in a low tone of voice, "I hope I don't fall out of this nightgown, too, Mr. Gibbons, I wouldn't want to embarrass you again." 

He laughed while looking down the front of my nightgown where I wanted him to and said, "I wasn't embarrassed, Vicki Lynn, you have become a very pretty young lady." 

"Do you really mean it?" I asked. 

He assured me that it was true and then said how much nicer he thought this gown looked on me than his wife's had looked. I thanked him, gave him a peck on the cheek and finally stood up just before Jennie and Mrs. Gibbons came in with the warm milk. I despise warm milk and would never drink it at home but it had been the only thing I could think of that would get Mrs. Gibbons out of the way for a moment. Jennie and I took the milk into the bedroom, drank it and then went to bed, where I played with myself for a very long time, especially after I could tell from Jennie's regular breathing that she had fallen fast asleep. Finally, very contentedly, I fell asleep too with my right hand still between my legs and my fingers in my warm wetness.

The next morning, as usual, I woke up early. Jennie was still fast asleep but I could hear someone out in the kitchen moving around. Then I remembered that Mr. Gibbons had said that he had an early indoor tennis game. I hopped into the bathroom, peed, washed my hands, brushed my teeth and ran a brush though my short dark blond hair. I quickly massaged my nipples and was very pleased to see that their stiffness was quite visible through the light material of my nightgown. Then I went out into the kitchen, closing the bedroom door quietly, hoping it wouldn't squeak as it usually did, so as not to awaken Jennie. To my great delight it was Mr. Gibbons in the kitchen and not Jennie's Mom up early to fix breakfast for her husband. 

And to my even greater delight, it was a very sunny day, even if it was still cold outside and there was snow on the ground. The Gibbon's had a large picture window in the kitchen which gave them a lovely view of their garden. It also allowed the sun to stream in. I said a cheery good morning to Mr. Gibbons who smiled happily as if he was genuinely glad to see me. He was already dressed in his tennis shorts and had his tennis cover-ups in his arm. I quickly walked around so that the morning sun was behind me shining through my nightgown. I followed Mr. Gibbon's eyes as they moved down to the area between my legs, which I had conveniently set fairly wide apart. His eyes widened as he could now see my pubic hair almost as if I didn't have a nightgown on. I stayed in that position for a couple of minutes while we were talking about his tennis match and then turned sideways. As we had talked, my nipples had hardened even more and now they were very noticeably erect, and completely open to his eyes because of the sun shining through the material. My pubic hair, which I had fluffed up in the bathroom before coming out, was also visible from this new view. Mr. Gibbons seemed to stammer just a bit as we talked. 

This was very exciting to me but I wanted Mr. Gibbons to see more of me and I had the feeling that he did as well. Then I remembered from when I had visited them in the snow storm that Mrs. Gibbons kept the orange juice on the bottom shelf in the refrigerator. I quickly moved to open the refrigerator door while still talking to Mr. Gibbons and then, standing with my legs as straight as possible, bent over totally from my waist to search for the orange juice. 

This time I could feel the hem of my nightgown slide all the way up my bottom so that it was completely bare. I moved my legs a little further apart as if to provide a better balance for my search and managed to push my ass a little backward and upward to ensure that my pussy was totally in view. I could feel it getting wet but somehow I didn't think that Mr. Gibbons would mind. I pretended that I couldn't find the orange juice and after searching for several minutes while carrying on a running, if somewhat disjointed, conversation, asked Mr. Gibbons if he could help me look for it. 

They had a Cold Storage refrigerator which was very large so there was plenty of room for both of us to rummage through the refrigerator. Mr. Gibbons came up behind me but although there was room for him to be beside me he remained with half of his body behind my right side. A delicious shiver went down me as I could feel his bare left leg lightly and then more firmly pressing against the back of my bare right leg. We stayed in this position for several long thrilling seconds. Then Mr. Gibbons reached across me and said, "Maybe it is over to your left, Vicki Lynn." 

And with that his left leg, as if by accident, slid to my left and nestled itself firmly against my naked pussy and ass. 

I gasped, but immediately pushed back against him. Mr. Gibbons understood this to be the invitation that it was. He put his hands around my waist and pulled me even more firmly back against his leg. Then he moved to his left and I could feel his erection, through his tennis shorts which I wished so much he hadn't had on, pushing against my pussy. He dipped and then raised his knees repeatedly as he slid his erect cock back and forth up my pussy to my ass and back. I was in heaven. Heaven became even better in just another minute or two when Mr. Gibbons, with his cock still firmly pressed against my pussy, bent further over me and moved his hands to cup my breasts through my nightgown. His fingers quickly found my stiff nipples and caressed them. In another minute, the nightgown wasn't covering them any longer. Mr. Gibbons pulled my straps down and bared my breasts, as I hadn't even dared hope he might do. I couldn't believe how wonderful it was to feel his firm but gentle fingers caressing my nipples. I moved my bottom from side to side against his erection, enjoying the different feelings of having it pressed more against my right cheek or my left cheek or squarely in the middle.

My breaths were coming in shorter and shorter gasps as the sensations shooting from my nipples to my pussy continued to intensify. Just when I thought I was about to burst with pleasure we heard the squeak of Jennie's bedroom door. Mr. Gibbons quickly jumped back. I stood up with the orange juice in one hand while I pulled up my nightgown and adjusted the straps with the other. I put the orange juice down on the table and moved so that I would be away from the window and its stream of light. Jennie came on into the kitchen and said good morning to both of us. Then she glanced down at her Dad's front and said, "Oh, Daddy, you've spilled some tea or coffee on your tennis shorts." 

I looked where Jennie's eyes were looking and saw that there was indeed a wet spot where the head of his then erect penis had been a couple of minutes ago. He still had an erection but it was rapidly subsiding, something Jennie didn't seem to have noticed. "Oh, you're right," he said. "How clumsy of me. I had better go change quickly or I will be late."

Jennie and I had orange juice, cereal and tea and then went back to her bedroom to change for the day. If she noticed the aroma of my arousal she didn't mention it. I hoped there would be another occasion to come visit her soon.



My First Experience



It happened 12 years ago, I was 18 at the time and working in an office in London. I enjoyed the job a lot although I wasn't keen on the travelling. An hour every morning on the train, then the underground. Fortunately my boyfriend was working in London too so most days we travelled together.

We usually stayed in London Friday evenings after work and had a few drinks to unwind before catching the last train home. I remember this particular day as if it were yesterday. It was the middle of July and a lovely hot sunny day. We went to a pub close to the Thames and as usual on a Friday night it was buzzing.

We were sitting down and I was halfway through my first drink when I spotted her. She was sitting just across the bar facing me. Now let me say right away that I am straight, the only experience I ever had with another girl was a bit of a feel at a sleep over when I was 13, it came to nothing and didn't really do anything for me. That doesn't mean to say that I don't admire attractive women because I do and this girl sitting across from me was gorgeous.

She was about my age with shiny blonde hair and large blue eyes with a fantastic body. It was no wonder she was the centre of attention with the group she was with. I was with my boyfriend and a few other friends and work colleagues but I kept glancing over to look at her. Maybe I was staring, I don't know, I certainly didn't mean to but suddenly realised she was looking straight at me. This sounds silly but I felt myself blush a little and quickly looked away. When I eventually looked her way again she was still looking at me and this time she gave me a smile, I smiled back and not taking her eyes off me she moved slightly on her seat so her skirt slid up a little showing me some of her thigh. Don't ask me how but I knew she had done it on purpose for my benefit. I started to get butterflies in my stomach as, still staring at each other, I moved slightly and crossed my legs, feeling my skirt ride up a little like hers and knowing she could see up it.

It was a crazy situation, we were both with a crowd of people and yet we seemed to be involved in secret seduction which just involved the two of us.

I was halfway through my second drink when she got up, she looked me straight in the eye, smiled, and gave a tiny nod of her head before heading towards the toilets. I still had the butterfly feeling in my tummy as I muttered something to my boyfriend about needing the loo. I got up and followed her into the toilets. She was not in sight when I walked in but two women were washing their hands by the sink. I stood in front of the mirror making out I was sorting my eye make up out. I could see the three toilet cubicles behind me. Two of them were engaged but one was slightly open. I waited until the two women had left and gently pushed the door open. She was standing in there; she put her finger to her lips telling me to be quiet and locked the door after me. She pushed me against the door put her hands around my neck and immediately started kissing me with our tongues in each others mouths. We had to be quiet as people were coming and going all the time.

My heart was racing as she undid my top and slid her hands under my bra and started to tease and feel my nipples. I undid hers and started to feel her firm breasts and rock hard nipples. She had bigger breasts than me, mine are 34b I would guess hers were more like 36c.

She then slid her hand up my skirt, running it up my thigh and inside my soaking wet panties. I nearly orgasmed there and then when she made contact with my clit. As she teased it I slid my hand up her skirt and inside her panties. She too was soaking wet and she gave a little moan as I slid a finger inside her. All the time we were still kissing and as I slid another finger inside her she slid two inside me. We masturbated each other for a while and then she took her fingers out and broke away. I was thinking please God don't stop now but I needn't have worried as she knelt in front of me and put both hands up my skirt and pulled my panties down.

I stepped out of them and lifted my skirt and opened my legs. She was inches away from my wide open soaking wet pussy; she pulled my pussy lips apart and started to lick and suck my clit and wet pussy hole. I have had oral sex a few times, I don't mean I am a slut but I had been sexually active for a couple of years and had a few boyfriends who had gone down on me but I had never experienced anything like this.

Within minutes I was building up to my biggest ever orgasm. I had to really hold back from crying out as I exploded in her mouth. She licked every drop of my love juice before she stood up.

I knew then that I had to taste her. It was to be my first ever taste of a woman. I knelt down and pulled her panties off, she did what I did and lifted her skirt and opened her legs. I pulled her lips apart and saw her hard clit sticking out like a small cock.

I flicked my tongue over it and she gave a small moan then I went inside her tasting her cream, it tasted like nectar. I licked and sucked her and I could feel her tensing up. She put her hands on the back of my neck pulling me into her and then came hard in my open mouth. I swallowed and licked up every drop before standing up. We then kissed again tasting our own juices on each others tongues.

She picked up my panties and with a smile put them in her bag she then gave me hers which I put in my bag.

We opened the door slightly and fortunately no one was about. We went to the wash basins to wipe our faces and I gave her a peppermint to disguise the smell of our sex.

We then made our way back to the bar. My boyfriend said you have been a long time, I told him there was a queue for the toilets LOL.

We left shortly after and as I was going out the door she mouthed a silent "thank you" to me I mouthed back "no thank you"

That night I took her panties to bed with me and sniffed them while I masturbated...how sad is that!!!!

I am married now...to the boyfriend I had then. He knows nothing about it and never will. It was my one and only lesbian experience. I doubt I will have another but if I do it will never compare to that night. It was the best sex I have ever had and I will never forget it. I still have the panties even though the aroma has long gone. It will forever be a reminder of that night.



My First Experience as a Femdom



I'm a 40 year old bisexual Femme Dom, but I wasn't always so open minded about my sexual interests. I came from a very rural, homophobic sort of background. Homoeroticism, bisexuality, or reverse role playing were strictly taboo for me. 

Perhaps one of the reasons why anal sex and strap on penetration has held such a fascination for me is because it because of that fact that it is so taboo. It remains a forbidden fruit, so to speak. It also makes me feel very powerful and in charge which is something which I didn't feel growing up, coming from a very misogynist sort of background where women were treated like wives/servants or women/whores. It is nice to be able to turn the tables and treat men as servants and sluts.

My first exploration of kinky fantasies came in my mid-twenties. I was very shy then, and the easiest way to explore fantasies for me was on the phone. I started out very submissive. Something in my nature sought to repeat the way I had been treated in order to learn a lesson. So I sought out dominant men and daddy figures until something in me snapped. 

At some point I figured that I had enough. I thought to myself that there was no reason why I should be serving their needs, and that they had better serve mine. That is when I began discovering my power and enjoying domination.

At first I just talked with men who were into oral servitude. I got off on telling them how I was going to put a collar on them and lock them between my legs to service me. I enjoyed the thought of using them as a sex toy and as an object only to fulfill my needs.

Then I started getting into denial and teasing. I enjoyed telling them how I would tie them up, tease their cock and maybe never let them cum. Perhaps I would just leave them to jack off by themselves, or maybe I wouldn't satisfy them at all, but get off and hang up on them. 

I enjoyed using men for my orgasm. IF I did reciprocate --- I enjoyed doing it for them in a very humiliating way, like making them masturbate with their pants around their ankles, or telling them that they had to go out in public and find a quiet spot and jack off in the car for me while I listened. I liked making them feel like a pervert or a nasty slut.

I also fantasized about telling couples what to do in those first few months of my BDSM exploration. I enjoyed playing teacher and telling them exactly how to have sex. I gave the man very explicit instructions on how to perform. I began to explore my fantasies about women as well.

It was in my late twenties that I started talking to cross dressers on the telephone. It was an extreme turnon to fantasize about penetrating them with dildos or making them shave for me. I liked hearing their voices get high as they became excited and I liked hearing them moan like a girl if I talked about penetrating them with my finger or with a dildo. 

I enjoyed imagining that I had a small penis that was an extension of my clit and that I could penetrate them with it. I enjoyed the thought of them becoming feminine just for me and me having the best of both worlds. It was the reverse role playing on the phone, and the level to which it excited me that finally gave me the motivation to go and meet with someone. Feminization fulfilled my needs on many levels.

I very carefully screened the person that I selected at that time. I wanted a virgin. I wanted someone who became so out of control at the thought of being feminine that I knew that I would have complete and utter control over them. 

I listened for those tell tale signs in men's voices when I talked to them on the phone. I waited until I had someone that I knew was so enthralled by the idea of being dominated and fucked that I knew that I had him by the balls. I could hear his voice become dry and cracked and I could hear the tremble in his voice when he talked about the fantasy. I knew I held ultimate power over him and that he would not switch on me because he wanted so much to submit.

When I found a beginner that I felt was thoroughly controlled by his desire, I invited him to come and meet me. He was in reality --- not a very effeminate man. He was a 45 year old football coach and a very large furry guy. He had a mustache. He desperately wanted to be relieved from all the testosterone and macho behavior that he had to deal with on a day to day basis. He wanted to give up all of his control.

We met at the local no tell motel. I lived in a small town, so I shudder to think what the locals thought of me. I had told him ahead of time what I expected of him. He would bring an anal vibrator with him that had beginner attachments. 

I would bring panties, a skirt, a bra, a blouse, lipstick etc. And I would dress him. I would spank him for being such a naughty slut and having such naughty fantasies about being penetrated. I would let him watch me masturbate, and there would be absolutely no exchange of body fluids. And then, I would take his cherry.

When I met with him I was a little scared. But I could see that he was scared also. That gave me back my feeling of control. In spite of the fact that he was a big, burly, muscular guy, I still felt like I was calling all the shots. 

I made him undress in front of me. I told him in no uncertain terms that he was going to be my sex toy and my bitch. I made him stroke himself to get himself hard. I dressed him, put makeup on him, and then I tied him. I didn't have rope, so I improvised. 

I had heard about saran wrap rope, so I twisted up some saran wrap, and I tied his hands behind his back and tied him to the desk in the motel. He was facing the bed. He had on pink panties and a bra. I put pink lipstick on his lips under his mustache. He was very turned on.

I laid down on the bed and spread my legs and started rubbing my clit in front of him and telling him nasty things like "I know you want me, but you can't have me sissy." Or "You look pretty in those panties." I like the way your clit bulges in front." 

I shoved my fingers in my pussy right in front of him but he could not reach me to touch me. I enjoyed the feeling of denying and teasing him immensely. I enjoyed knowing that I could flaunt myself in front of him but that he could not have me.

Then I untied him and told him to kneel and lean over the bed for me. I spanked him for being so naughty and getting hard in his panties. I told him that he was a naughty whore and that I was going to fuck him good and take his virgin ass. 

I lubricated the small latex attachment to the anal vibrator which was about the size of a finger. I pulled apart his cheeks and rubbed him with my latex glove clad finger. Then I slipped it inside. I turned on the vibrator and he started to moan. As I watched the small latex finger disappearing inside him, I thought to myself, "So this is how it feels to have a penis". I know that I can never experience the real thing, but the feeling of his ass clamping down on my finger was very exciting nonetheless, because I imagined I could feel it on my clit.

I enjoyed the feeling of power as I slid the slim attachment in and out of him. I enjoyed as his moans got higher and more sissy like. I slapped him again even though his ass was a nice rosy pink already. I said to him "Take it slut! Take my dick." If I had a dick I would have used it.

He started begging me --- Please Mistress --- I want more. I knew he was already really tight so I knew taking the whole vibrator was going to hurt him. So I took it really slow. I pulled off the latex attachment and I slid the fat tip of the vibrator inside him. It was so tight and I could feel the tightness because of how hard it was to move the vibrator inside of him. 

I told him that I wanted him to stand up and spread his legs. He did as I asked. I turned him sideways so I could see his ass and his penis at the same time. I watched his penis bob up and down in response to my slowly twisting and pushing that lubricated vibrator in his ass. 

"Oh Mistress, he said, I want it ALL". 

I said, "Okay slut, I'm going to give it to you." 

I pushed more firmly and watched the vibrator slide in, first one inch, then 2 inches, then three. I knew that it really right for him. I made him turn around and face me while I held the vibrator inside of him. 

"Rub your clit for me, slut, I told him." He was almost already there. "CUM ON MY TITS YOU LITTLE WHORE!" I told him, as I rubbed my hard nipples. 

He obeyed immediately, and I could almost imagine what it might have felt like to have that cherry ass clamp down on my dick as he came. I'm sure that he must have felt that he was going to break the vibrator in half with the force of his cumming. Mm. He squirted volumes of cum all over my breasts and my nipples. I made him lick it off.

I enjoyed deflowering him and it was an extremely powerful experience for me. It made me feel powerful and in control. It was a one time thing for he and I. I always wondered if he ever met any other mistresses and if his fetish for being anally penetrated grew from there. I'm certain that he was probably sore for a few days afterwards, considering the fact that he took a full sized vibe in his cherry ass. I guess that I liked knowing that he was a little sore and thinking that it was adequate justice for all the times that I had been taken forcefully without my consent.

My fetish for anal penetration certainly grew from there. It was not long after that I began considering the possibility of obtaining a strap on harness. Vanilla sex would never appeal to me again.



My First Experience At Foreplay



I had often heard from friends narrating their first experience of sex on their first night and that always kept me wondering about it. I often spoke to myself, filled with fantasies, always feeling embarrassed with them. The tales narrated by them eventually increased the urge in me to experience the touch of a man. I would sometimes laugh at myself at my silly prodigy. Yes, it was the way, I was keeping on with my life.

I was grown up and my parents were worried about me . 25yrs old in Indian society is quite late for marriage. I often mused....

"One day even I would get a prince, like Cinderella."

The time was not distant. Ultimately, I really conferred someone special in life. Certainly, he was different not like others. I was impressed by his manly body at the first sight and all my fantasies seemed to come true to life.

Our meeting was an arranged sort of thing, but I could read the inner recess of his mind. I liked the way he smiled and the look in his eyes transported me another world.

"Can I take her out?"

He asked my superstitious mother but beyond my expectations she agreed and I was glad and thanked God for it.

We spend a lot of time strolling in parks and then suddenly he caught my hand. The very touch of his hands sent a thrill all over my body. I liked it. He tried to look into my eyes but it was hard for me to lift my head, I felt really shy. It became difficult for me to look into his eyes. Until one day he asked me suddenly...

"Are you afraid of me Menka."

I buried my hands deep into my pockets, my teeth bit onto my lips and I was spellbound, unable to reply. I couldn't say no but just nodded my head.

He left my hand and that gave me courage to look into his face.

"Will you come along with me to my house Menka?"

I was in a dilemma and didn't know what to say I just muttered.....

"Ask Mamma"

"That's my problem dear".

How could one become dear in the first meeting, then too, I liked it not being able to conceal my emotions.

The day had come, he arrived at my place in the evening and we reached his placed in an hour. There was no one at his place. He locked the door and offered me some soft drinks. He showed me the whole house.

"Menka you'll be the queen of this palace"

How soothing were his words. He took me to his room which was to become mine. He made me sit on the bed and switched on the song "Mysterious girl". He called me for a dance and I obeyed like an obedient child in front of his teacher it was difficult to resist any of his demands.

The music stopped suddenly and I woke up from a dreamy land trying to gain my senses back and found myself too close to him .His arms had enclosed me and I was feeling the warmth of his body. My heart was beating fast I was blushing. And suddenly I realized

"My boobs are so small. He won't like them."

I said to myself, but before he could explore the labyrinths of my mind I tried to ease myself I started taking to him asking about his family abnormally. And then he suddenly placed his lips on mine and held my face in his hands.

"No more speaking Menka."

'A terrible thing was happening to me, I stopped. I could feel my lips slipping into his as he sucked along... 

"Give me your tongue Menka"

Before I could say anything , his lips had taken possession of mine and both our lips were entertaining and enjoying the saliva dripping back and forth trying to gratify one another by this sensuous act.

"Is this love."

I asked myself .Anyway I liked the exchange of the sweet succulence inflowing from his lips.

And then his hands crawled down on my neck and he kissed under my ear. I was hypnotized and didn't understand what was happening but whatever it was, it was astounding. I was afraid that he wouldn't like them, I was sure but, something unexpected happened.

"What are u doing....? Please don't ........"

"Menka I want to see every part of you"

But.....

He started stripping of my clothes one by one and at last I was standing before him in my undergarments the only defense to protect my bare body. I buried my face in his chest, least he should see my boobs. There was no defense. His hands which now encircled me, opened the hooks of my bra and one of his hands cupped up one of my boobs. The very touch of his, made them swell and I felt something hard. He started fondling them 

"please..."

"I love them Menka, they are lovely."

He made me lie down on bed and came over my naked body and slipped one of my nipples in his mouth. A thrilling current spread all over my body I was helpless there was no escape and the reality was one that I myself didn't want to realize. I noticed his manly body, his broad back like the ripples of the ocean. He was caressing, sucking and fondling them and I was enjoying this heavenly bliss at every act of his. 

"Menka, you look wonderful this way lie down still" 

He demanded and he showered me with thousands of kisses all over. His body was moving back and forth over me I could feel the warmth of his breath. I could smell his body that manly smell. He was caressing and fondling my naked body with only a mere panty to protect my virginity. After kissing and sucking my lips his hands started rolling all over they were moving on my legs and as they crossed over my pubic region each time I cried

"Don't do it...there ....no it's not right." 

He was irresistible.

His lips ran down and came over my navel digging into its depth..

"What will be his next step? " , I thought before I could judge his hands started removing my panties

" No ....no.....Please" 

"Menka, I want to see your pussy".

I was wet all over.

" Pussy? Is this what they call it?" 

Still engrossed in my thoughts I realized his lips touched the lips of my wet pussy I was dripping he started sucking and tried to slip one of his fingers.

" ahhhhhhhhhhhhh... Its hurting me"

"Ok fine I won't put it inside."

He removed his fingers which, of course, I didn't like and I placed my hands on his head and thrust it again on my pussy.

"Do it again...please do it...". He was surprised 

"Did you like this Menka?"

"Yes ... Dear, I like it"

He started kissing and sucking wildly with his fingers thrusting back and forth in my wet pussy .

"Faster... more inside...yeah...faster.."

With every yell his hands moved faster and faster with his tongue licking all over until it brought out a flow of water all over. 

"Stop it .."

"I love you Menka. I have not spoiled you. You are still a virgin."

Today, I am a married woman and could never forget my first foreplay with my dear and loving hubby and always remember my experience of the first time I had orgasm. It was fantastic.



My First Experience Being Milked



Authors Note.

I hope I placed this under the right section and I would like to let the reader know that this is a slow starting story. 

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After going through a horrible divorce where I lost my house, my car and the right to see my son for more than once a month, I decided to look into my ancestry. I'm over six feet tall with broad shoulders. My hair is blonde and I have blue eyes. My last name is Kallberg, first name Hans. They are both Swedish names and my family came over in the mid nineteenth century. Originally they were farmers in the province of Dalarna. By car it takes about four hours from Stockholm to Mora which is one of the larger towns in the area. My family came from a small village called Ek, or Oak in English. 

After spending a few months on the internet and hundred of phone calls I finally tracked down one of my family members who still lived. He was a man in his mid eighties and named Karl. His English was passable, both spoken and written. He invited me over for a couple of weeks during the summer and told me that the family farm still stood, even though no one had lived there for at least twenty years. He came by as often as his old body would let him, which was once a month to make sure no one had broken in or lived there illegally.

When I arrived in Mora he was at the bus station waiting for me. I had come by bus from Stockholm and he had driven down in an old yellow Volvo. It was in mid June and the weather was very pleasant. While we drove back to Ek he told me a bit about the area and the history. I knew most of it from reading on the internet, but I let the old man talk. It felt like he was a lonely man and liked the company I gave him. 

Ek turned out to be a hamlet and not a village. There was a small church made of wood, a school, two grocery stores, one of them was also the post office and the other functioned as the alcohol shop. When I asked Karl about that he explained that in Sweden you can only buy low alcohol beer in a grocery shop, and if you want wine or spirits you had to go to a government owned shop and buy it. Since Ek was so small there was no such place, but you could order the bottles from Mora and the grocery store served as the place to make the order and pick up your bottles. I was thirsty so I asked him to stop so I could buy a drink.

From outside it had looked tiny, but the shop was bigger than I had thought and was filled with all kinds of things, not only food. You could buy books, fishing gear, some clothes and so on. It looked like and old General Store from the Wild West. I located a cooler and took out a bottle of water, but when I got to the counter to pay there was no one there. I waited a minute, then called out. "Hello?"

I heard a voice who spoke a few words which I didn't understand, so I waited. Then I heard footsteps and then a head with blonde hair walked up to me behind a shelf. The head belonged to a young woman, who smiled at me and said something in Swedish.

"Sorry, I only speak English," I said.

"Oh, has the tourist season already begun," she said with a smile.

"I guess. I'm here because my family was originally from this area."

She rang up my water and asked. "What's your last name?"

"Kallberg,"

She put my bottle in a bag and handed it over to me. "There is a Karl Kallberg, I see him sometimes out by the old farm. I have to bicycle past it on my way to and from work."

"He is the one who picked me up."

"He is such a nice man. I hope I'll see you again."

I hope so too, I thought to myself. She was an outstanding example of the female sex. She was wearing jeans that sat perfect on her. On top she had a simple white blouse with a wide neck. Her face was angular with a small nose. Her eyes were blue like mine and her blonde hair was long and slightly curly. What had most attractive part was the fact that she was not wearing a bra. I could clearly see her nipples touch the fabric of her blouse. 

"What do you think?"

I drank some of my water and said. "About what?"

Karl smiled and gave me a sideways look. We were driving on an overgrown dirt track between tall pines and leaf trees. "About Annie, of course."

"The girl in the shop?"

"That's the one."

I played it cool. "She was very polite."

"Mm, she usually is." 

The way he had said it made me wonder what he was after. "Why do you ask?"

The track was really bad and when we hit a pothole I spilled some water on my pants and shirt.

"Nothing, she is just, how do you say, special."

"She didn't seem retarded."

Karl looked confused, and I guessed he didn't understand the word, so I gestured to my head. 

"No, no, her head is fine. Her heart is not."

I was too tired from the long flight to get into a complicated medical discussion with Karl so I drank my water in silence. We drove on for another fifteen minutes until the track ended in an open space about the size of a baseball field. I sat up straight. The area was covered in grass and surrounded by trees on three sides. On the opposite side from where we were was a big two story building painted red with white corners and windows.

"Wow, it's big," I said.

"You had a big family. Sometimes up to fifteen people would live here. Only the main building remains, the others have rotten away over the years."

He put the car in gear and drove across the open space and parked in front of a set of wide stairs leading up to the main door. We got out and I followed him up the stairs.

When Karl opened the door my first reaction came from the smell, or better, the lack of it. I had assumed the place would stink of mildew and rot, but it smelled fresh and dry. The second thing I noticed was that it was clean. The wood floor was polished; the walls were covered in wallpaper, old, but in very good shape. There was no dust in the corners or any other dirt.

"Who cleans it?"

"Annie."

I was surprised. "Why would she do that?"

"Come, I will tell you, but first, we make coffee."

I wasn't a big coffee drinker and I asked if there was any tea. He looked at me like if I was insane, and said. "You are in Sweden, we drink coffee."

I followed him inside and found myself in a large living room, with windows on two sides and in front of us was a staircase leading up and a door. Karl pointed at the stairs. "Eight bedrooms, and three bathrooms on the second floor."

He opened the door and when we walked through I found myself in a big kitchen. The fridge looked like something from the eighties and so did the stove. There was an antique wood stove against the short wall.

"Both stoves work, I suggest you use the electric one, the other one has problems with the smokestack. I think there is a bird's nest in it, but I am too old to get up there and clean it."

I sat down at the long wood table. There was a bench on one side also made in wood and six chairs on the other side. I watched Karl while he made the coffee. He was slow, but knew where everything was. He must have felt my stare because he turned around. "I bought some basic things for you, and left it here. You might want to go to the store in a couple of days."

"Oh, thank you. How do I get to the store?"

"Walk, or use the bicycle I left you locked behind the house. Here are the keys."

He handed me a set of keys, which after I looked at them contained not only the key for the bike but for the house too.

When the coffee was ready he placed two big mugs of the black brew on the table and a plate of cookies with some red jelly in the middle. He took a cookie and dipped it in the coffee and shoved the whole thing in his mouth and chewed slowly. I sipped my coffee and remembered why I didn't like it.

"Do you recall that I told you no one has lived here in twenty years?" he said after sipping from his mug.

"Yeah."

"Well, that is not completely true. There were some people living here about a year ago."

"Who were they and what happened."

He sighed and dunked another cookie in his coffee. When had swallowed it, he said. "I don't know all the details, but there were ten of them, five couples and they moved up from Stockholm. Apparently they were some kind of sect that believed in free love."

"All right, that sound fantastic," I said, thinking about my own shitty sex life.

He nodded his head slowly, like if he knew what I was thinking. "Not so fantastic. One of the men became jealous and killed another man. The man who died was Annie's fiancé."

"Oh, and what happened to the killer?"

"He was arrested, and sent to jail. The other members moved back to Stockholm, but Annie stayed. She once told the woman in the café, that she wanted to stay where, Frank, which was her fiancées name, spirit lived. Since then she has lived in a small house in the forest some ten minutes from here by foot."

"So that's why she cleans the house, to be close to her husband?"

Karl shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe, I don't understand such things. All I know is that behind the happy smile and polite front, she is sad."

He finished his coffee and stood. "I'm leaving. Like I told you, there is food in the fridge and a couple of bottles of beer and wine. I didn't know if you drank, but around here there isn't much else to do."

I thanked him for his help and when he got into his car I closed the door and turned around. It was time to explore my ancestor's home.

I started upstairs with the bedrooms. Seven of them were the same size and had the same furniture. There was a king size bed, a wardrobe, a desk with a chair and a lamp. They were all impeccably clean. The last bedroom was much bigger and the bed was not your standard king size. It was round with pillars on four sides, and a ceiling. It looked like something out of a fairy tail. I lay down on it and as I suspected there were mirrors above me. I lay there for a while listening to the silence. There were sounds coming from outside, birds mostly and the buzzing of a bee bouncing of a window close to me, but the house was dead silent. I got up and checked out the bathrooms. All clean and pretty much standard. The living room like I said was furnished and looking closely I saw it all came from IKEA, which made me smile. I had had some furniture from that company in my house. Now my ex bitchy wife had them.

There was a big book case next to the entrance door with a double door on it. When I opened them there was a plasma TV and a sound system. I turned on the TV and looked for a channel I could understand. I got CNN and left the remote on the table in front of the sofa group. I went back to the kitchen and did a quick inventory, meats, cheeses, ham, bread, milk, and more fucking coffee, all the things I would need, but no tea. I sighed and checked my watch. It was ten to four in the afternoon. The shop would be open, and it would give me an opportunity to talk to Annie again. She interested me.

To my surprise the bike Karl had left me was not an old iron thing from the last century, but a pretty new looking Mountain Bike. I got on it and headed out across the open space and into the woods.

It took me half an hour to get to Ek, which wasn't bad considering I was out of shape and hadn't used a bike in a long time. I made it to the grocery store and when I walked in, Annie was talking to two elderly women. I browsed the shelves and picked up two boxes of Lipton Yellow, and some snacks for the evening. Karl hadn't left me any chips or other unhealthy food. When the women had left I walked up to the counter with my things. "Hi again," 

She smiled and rang up the items. "It's nice to see you again, and so soon."

"I don't like coffee and Karl didn't leave any tea."

"What about these," she said and held up two big bags of BBQ flavored chips.

"Guilty, I like my snacks, and since I'm using a bike I can keep fit."

Her eyes ran over me, top to bottom. "You look pretty fit for a man your age."

I made a face. "My age? I'm only forty five, but thanks anyway."

She rang up the last item and put everything in a bag. "Like I said, your age. You need to be careful about what you eat. High cholesterol can lead to heart problems."

"Yes, doctor," I said and looked down.

"You know what's good for your heart?"

"Exercise, I suppose."

She gave me a wink, and leaned over the counter. "Sex, and lots of it."

I just stared at her. Was she coming on to me? She couldn't be more than half my age, tops. I had heard Swedish girls were hot, but this was too much. I regained my composure, and said. "Well, I would, but I'm single at the moment."

She looked down at my hand that was on the counter. "That looks like the mark from a wedding ring."

"A divorce and it took me a long time to accept it. I just took the ring off a couple of months ago."

"Sorry about that, then I guess sex is out of the question, at least for the moment."

"I guess so. Ek doesn't seem to be a place full of young women looking for middle aged men."

She laughed and her teeth were perfect and white. She looked beautiful when she laughed and the sound of it was like nothing I had heard in a long time.

"Anyway, I won't be here long enough for a relationship. By the way, you don't happen to have a bottle of whiskey or vodka somewhere?"

She thought for a second, and without a word disappeared down the shelves. I heard a door open and close. A couple of minutes later it opened and closed again and I could see her blonde head move towards me behind a shelf. When she was visible she was carrying two bottles.

"I got whiskey, but no vodka. Will Gin do?"

I couldn't believe my luck. After what Karl had told me I was sure she wouldn't have any. She must have noticed the surprise, and said. "These belong to Mr. Jarlsson, but he is an alcoholic and shouldn't drink. I'll just tell him they messed up in Mora and his bottles didn't arrive."

"Thank you so much."

"Have a nice evening, and come back soon."

When I came back home after carefully bringing my bottles and other goods back on the bike I made myself a long drink with Whiskey, ice and water. When I had looked for the bike I found that on the back of the house there was a deck with some chairs and a table made out of planks. I sat down and enjoyed the evening wondering what it had been like to live there two hundred years ago. I must have drifted off when I heard someone call my name. I opened my eyes and looked around. Then I saw Annie straddling her bicycle. She was maybe fifty yards from me and I realized there was another track in the forest. She waved at me and I got up. I walked through the undergrowth and made it to where she was.

"Hi, did you have a nice snooze?" she said.

I looked back to the house and it was impossible that she could have seen that I had my eyes closed. "How did you know?"

"I heard you, you snore loudly."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"No need to be, I guess it's a good way to keep the wolves away."

I looked around. No one had told me about wolves. "Are you sure?"

She giggled. "You are safe. No one has seen one in years. I have been told that years ago, it was quite common to hear them at night, but not any longer. It's kind of sad, you know."

Hell no, I thought. The fewer wolves I had in my backyard the happier I was.

"Would you like to come for dinner," she asked.

"We hardly know each other."

"Then it's even better. What's the point having a dinner conversation with a person, you already know?"

I thought about what she said, and she did have a point. And having dinner with Annie would be much better than eating alone.

"Sure, let me lock up and pick up my bicycle."

"Just bring your keys, it's not far."

I grabbed them and a bottle of wine and after locking up, I ran back to her. "What time is it?" I asked.

"Seven thirty."

We were walking among the trees and it was still very light. The sun shone down threw the crowns and left shadows on the ground. "What time does it get dark around here?"

"During the summer, around ten, but it doesn't really turn into night. The light just dies a little, but you can still see well enough to walk back."

I followed behind her and took the opportunity to check out her ass. In my opinion, there are two kinds of men, the ass men and the boob men. I am defiantly an ass man. When I was in my teens I liked big boobs, but the girl's ass was what turned me on. Annie had a small round ass. At first glance it could be a man's ass. She didn't have the rounded hips most women have. Not that she was manly in any way; she just didn't have the typical female hips. Up front, as I already knew, she was just fine.

We walked and talked for ten minutes and then we reached a clearing. Her cabin looked like something out of a Brothers Grimm story. Low roof and squat, I thought a witch would come out any moment or that the cabin was made out of gingerbread. There were flower beds on either side of the door and in long urns along the windowsills. Red, yellow, and purple were the prominent colors. Even at this time in the evening I could hear bees and Bumble bees. I followed her along a narrow path that twisted and turned among the flower beds. She left her bike leaning against the house and opened the door with her key.

"Welcome to my home."

She stepped aside and I walked in. The place was small. The living room was so tiny it hardly fitted the sofa and the one arm chair it contained. There was a small TV set and a few books lined up on the floor next to it.

"It's not much, but it's mine," she said behind me.

"It's adorable, like something out of a fairy tail."

"Thanks, there is a bathroom and one bedroom. If you need the bathroom, it's over there," she pointed to a corner where I could see a door.

"OK. What are you cooking, something typically Swedish?"

She took my hand and led me into the kitchen to the left and swung me around so I sat down on a wood chair next to a round table in the same material. There was only one other chair. I figured she didn't entertained many guests and if she did, they would arrive one by one.

"Nothing special, some roasted potatoes and beef with onions, very healthy."

"Sounds good."

"Open the wine bottle while a cook and pour me a glass. There are glasses over there, above the sink."

I opened the cupboard and was surprised. Apart from normal drinking glasses there were some very fancy wine glasses. I took one out, and said. "These are really nice."

She turned to me where she was standing by the stove. "Yeah, they belonged to my late fiancé. He was a wine collector. I have over a hundred bottles stored in the little house you saw outside."

When she mentioned it, I did remember seeing a shack outside. I had thought it was for gardening tools. "Oh, you mean the shack."

She laughed. "That's the one. It looks that way because I don't want nosy people in there. It is actually a wine cellar. Some of the bottles are worth over a $1000."

"Aren't you afraid someone will find out and try to steal the collection?"

"Good luck with that. Under the wood is ten inches of steel and concrete. There is an expensive alarm system hooked up directly to a private security firm. In any case, people around here don't drink wine; they are more into beer and schnapps."

While she cooked I went out to the living room with my glass. I found some photos on the coffee table next to the sofa and I figured it was her parents. The books on the floor were best sellers, and all paperbacks. I had read a few of them and I smiled when I realized we had the same taste in authors. On the wall behind the sofa was a photo of a young man, maybe in his early thirties. He had longish hair and stubble on his cheeks and chin. His eyes were piercing green and he had a funny smile on his face. Like if he knew something I didn't.

"That's Frank, my fiancé."

I turned and Annie was leaning against the door post with her glass in her hand. The sun was coming in through the window in the kitchen and lit up her hair. The light also shone through her blouse and I could see the silhouette of her boobs. They looked tasty, I thought.




My First Experience Being Milked



"Oh, did you break up?" I said, not wanting to let her know Karl had told me about him.

"No, he is dead. Come and sit down, dinner is ready."

The food was excellent and when we finished eating the bottle was also empty. "I should have brought another," I said.

"Not to worry. If you do the dishes and I will get another one from the shack."

She left and I collected the dirty plates and by the time I was done, I heard the entrance door open and close.

"Here we go; I hope you'll like it."

I took the bottle from her and looked at the label. It was from some château in Bordeaux, France. I had never heard about the place, but I uncorked it and served. When I drank it, a smile grew on my face. "Wow, this is amazing."

She sipped a little of the wine. "Yeah, it's quite nice, I like the fruity ending."

"The what?" I said and drank some more.

"Doesn't matter, but I should tell you is, drink it slowly, it's worth about $500 a bottle."

"Holy shit. I'm sorry; I didn't want you to take the last bottle."

She laughed, and said. "Don't worry, I have twelve more of this label."

She walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa. She pulled up her legs under her ass and I followed, but sat down in the armchair. "If you don't mind me asking, but how did Frank die?"

"He was murdered, in the house you live in."

I knew that he had been killed, but not where I was staying. "Really? Was it a robbery gone bad?"

"No. She looked at her watch. "OK, I will tell you the entire story about how I ended up here, but first, tell me, who is the rightful owner of the house, you or Karl?"

"I'm. I come from a line closer to the original owners. Karl is off on a branch with third and fourth cousins. Why?"

"I'll tell you later."

She leaned back in the sofa and closed her eyes, and then she opened them. She took a deep breath and told me her story.

She began by telling me about her family. She had a sister that was a few years younger and still lived in Stockholm. From what I gathered she came from an upper middle class family where the father kept a tight leash on his daughters. Her mother was pretty much a ghost in the household, cooking and cleaning, that sort of thing. Annie had gone to University to study social science and there she had met Frank during her second year. He was three years older and very exciting. He had lived in France, Africa, and Asia. They began dating and it didn't take long before she was deeply in love with him. He would take her out, buy her flowers, and pick her up at home and so on. Her father was not happy about the situation because he felt there was something off with the young man. After a huge argument, Annie packed her bags and moved into Frank's apartment. They would sit up late at night trying wine and talking. He came from a wealthy family, but had little contact with them. His father would deposit money into his account without asking what he used it for. Annie didn't pay much attention at first, but when she found a receipt from a strip bar for several thousands Kronor she confronted him. He said he was sorry, but that he was a free spirit who needed to have new partners often, but that didn't mean he didn't love her.

At this point I figured the guy was a fake and just using her for his own sexual needs, but it turned out he had big plans. Annie continued and told me that a week after the fight he had asked her to sit down with him and listen to an idea he had. Frank wanted to rent a house somewhere off the grid, and live with four other couples in a commune. They would share the work around the house and each others partners. At first she was against the idea, not wanting another man touching her, but Frank was insistent. After two weeks she agreed and he went to work.

When they first moved in everything was great. They all helped out and at night they would have group sex or just change partners. In the beginning Annie was shy and didn't want to be part of it, but with the emotional support and a little prodding from Frank she eventually went along. After her first group sex session, she was hooked. She had never felt so alive before in her life. She and the others would walk around naked in the house and if you felt like being fucked, you just had to ask, or if someone needed their pussy licked or cocked sucked, you did them the favor.

I couldn't believe what she was telling me, why didn't something like that ever happen to me? My sexual adventures were limited to my ex wife, and three other women over the last twenty five years, pretty lame.

Then came the day when it all ended. Frank had asked Annie and another girl to try to pick up people in Ek and other surrounding villages. He wanted a bigger group of people around the house to share sexual experiences with. Annie and Veronica had met a young couple in a café in a town called Vestervik. They made arrangements to meet again and little by little they brought up the idea about swinging. They couple agreed to visit the house after two weeks of grooming. When they arrived, they were treated to a lot of good food and wine. When it was time for sex the man was very drunk. His girlfriend was also tipsy and after one of the full time residents flirted with her, she disappeared into a bedroom with him. The boyfriend was talking and drinking in the living room, but when he realized she wasn't there he went looking. He found her and she was being fucked in the ass by one guy and blowing another. The boyfriend threw a fit and ran out to his car. When he came back, he had a shotgun in his hands. Frank stepped up to him to try to avoid a terrible thing and was shot in the chest and died on the spot. When the police arrived, they found a group of naked and very shocked young people. The boyfriend was arrested, and the rest drove back to Stockholm the next day, all except Annie.

"Why did you decide to stay?" I asked.

She took a sip from her wine glass and adjusted her position. She did have a nice ass. When she put the glass down, she said. "I guess I wanted to be close to him. His grave is in Stockholm, but I know his soul is here, somewhere, maybe in the house."

I cleared my throat. "I understood from Karl that you are the person who cleans it."

"Yes, and that's why I asked you who owned it. I need a big favor."

She looked lovely on the sofa. A little tipsy and her blouse had slipped down a bit over her shoulder, and I could see the beginning of the swelling of her boobs. How could I say no to her? "Sure, what is it?"

"In that house there is a suitcase hidden, and I want it back."

I sat up a bit straighter. "What's in it?"

"Videos. Tapes of what we did in that house before everything went to shit."

"Oh, sex tapes?"

She gave me a look, and I regretted what I had just said. "Sorry, go on."

"Yes, they are sex tapes, but so much more for me. Those tapes contain footage of Frank, and that's all I have apart from the photo on the wall. I have spent a year trying to find the suitcase, but since I can only be there for an hour at the time I haven't had the time to look properly. Please let me in for a few days in a row. Maybe you could help me?"

I thought about having her around a few days and the thought sounded very good. "Sure, when do you want to start?"

"I'm off tomorrow, but I have other things to do. What about the weekend?"

Today was Tuesday, so it would be three days from now. "Sounds good, just come by anytime, I'll be around."

I was almost falling asleep. The trip had really knocked me out and she must have noticed it because she said. "Go home, you need rest. I'll call you on Friday if I don't see you before."

She gave me a kiss on the cheek before I left and she smelled good. On the way through the forest I cursed my body for not being stronger so I could have spent more time with her. Seducing her was not possible at the moment. She was too hooked on Frank still. But maybe, just maybe if she got the suitcase and some closing, I could get into her panties. Yeah, I know. I'm a pig.

The next day I took my bike and rode to the church. I figured I could look up some of my family members in the old logs. 

When I arrived, I found the priest, who turned out to be a woman in her late fifties, outside. She was pruning rose bushes and looked up when I parked my bike. She said something in Swedish and I answered. "Sorry, I am an American doing research on my family."

"How interesting. Please come in."

I followed her inside and found the church empty. The benches were old and had darkened over the years and the altar was very simple. The priest went over to a big bookcase. "What is your last name?"

"Kallberg."

She ran her hand over the back of the thick volumes and when she came to the fourth she took it out. After flipping some pages she waved me over. "Here is the last entry, a Mr. Karl Kallberg, born right here."

"I know him; I contacted him over the internet."

"I have a few things to do, but as you see, his parents names are written down, so all you have to do is to cross reference them between the different books."

I thanked her and sat down on one of the benches with a couple of logs. It was tedious work, but after a couple of hours I had tracked back to the eighteenth century, about a hundred years before the first Kallberg arrived in North America. I collected my notes and put the logs back.

"Thank you so much, I might be back later this week."

She was watering the rose bushes now and gave me a smile. "You are always welcome."

On the way back I remembered it was Annie's day off so I turned onto the track that led to her house. When I arrived, I saw her bike outside so I assumed she was at home. I knocked on the door, but there was no answer. I walked among the flower beds until I reached the shack, but that was locked as well. I stood there in the sunshine thinking about where she could be when I remembered she told me there was a natural pool some twenty hard behind the shack. She had told me that on warm days she would go there for a dip. I made my way through the undergrowth and trees and after a while I arrived at an opening. I heard some splashing and was about to call out her name when I noticed a pile of clothes thrown against a tree. Was she naked? I sneaked up closer and hid behind a fallen tree trunk. Carefully I lifted my head above it. She was swimming in the clear water. She had her hair tied up on the top of her head. She turned and swam back the same way she had come, but on her back. I was not far from her and once in a while, her nipples showed above the water, small and pink. She turned and swam back, this time in a slow crawl. When she arrived, she climbed up on the smooth rocks and stood up. Using her hands, she wiped the water of her body and stood there in the sunlight. Her skin was a little tanned, but there were no tan lines so she sunbathed naked. Her boobs were bigger than I had first thought, and beautifully shaped. When she turned in my direction I saw her pussy and she had a string of hair above her clit. She bent down and brushed something of her foot. I cursed her for not having her ass my way when she did it. My cock came alive and pressed against my jeans. It was slightly uncomfortable there on the ground so I adjusted my position. Suddenly there was a sharp crack. I had broken a small branch under me.

"Who's there?" she called.

I lay still behind the trunk, praying she wouldn't see me. My heart was beating hard and I was sweating.

"Hans, is that you? Please come out, I'm not angry."

I took a deep breath and lifted my head above the trunk and waved one hand. "Hi, sorry. I didn't mean to sneak up on you."

"Get up from there and join me."

I did what she said, but realized there was no way I could walk to where she was on the other side. "Why don't you come over here?" I said.

"The sun is here. Don't be a prude. Take your clothes off and swim over."

I looked at her and decided it was best to do what she asked. I took my clothes off, but kept my boxers on. Then I jumped in. The water was cold but after a few seconds I got used to it. When I arrived at the rock she was sitting on she gave me her hand and helped me up.

"Isn't nice here. The sun is shining, and warming our bodies."

I tried not to look at her boobs, or pussy. But the way she was sitting, cross legged on the rock it was hard not to. Her eyes were closed and her face turned to the sun. I chanced a quick glance and what I saw made my cock move. Her pussy was beautiful. Her inner lips invisible and her outer looked swollen and ready to be kissed. Her small nipples were still hard after the cold water and her boobs were full and round. I swallowed hard, trying not to stare at her.

"It's OK Hans; you can look, but no touch."

"I wasn't looking," I said, feeling stupid.

She turned her head away from the sun and looked at me. "Are you gay?"

"No."

"Then you were looking at me. I take no offense, and I don't mind men looking at me, as long as they keep their hands and cocks to themselves."

I had nothing to say to that, so I did what she did, closed my eyes and turned my face to the sun. We must have sat there for half an hour before she spoke. "I'm ready to leave, if you are."

"Yeah, sure," I said, blinking hard against the bright light.

We got up but before we dove into the water, she took hold of my arm. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For respecting my wishes." She looked down at me and continued. "You are a big man, and maybe one day, we could have some fun."

Then she dove into the water and I was left standing like a fool, with my cock rising and only Annie's pussy on my mind.

I spent the next few days at the church and when Friday came around I was dead tired of old manuscripts. I was about to cut the grass on the baseball field size yard with a grass cutter I had been offered by a man in the church, when the phone rang.

"This is Hans."

"Hi, it's Annie. If it's OK with you, I would like to come by in an hour or so to begin the search."

I looked at my watch, it was ten in the morning and I was already sweating like a dog. "Yeah, sure, I'll be here."

I parked the small tractor and went back inside. I took a quick shower and changed clothes. When she knocked on the door, I had coffee ready for her and a cup of tea for me.

"Thanks for letting me come by," she said when we sat at the kitchen table.

"No problem, I look forward to the search. How do you want to do it?"

"I have checked the living room and kitchen. I haven't touched the bedrooms or upstairs bathrooms, yet."

I couldn't believe it had taken her such a long time just with one floor. "What took you so long?"

"I had to check every single plank on the floor for movement and hidden spaces. I had to do it plank by plank. Then the same thing with the walls."

"Wow, that's amazing."

"Frank was a smart man. He wouldn't hide the suitcase under a bunch of dirty laundry."

She drank some of her tea. She was wearing jean shorts that hugged her ass and left little to the imagination at the front. On top she had a black tank top and wore no bra. When she walked past me into the kitchen I had seen her boobs in the space under her arm. She didn't wear any make up and her hair was in a pony tail quit high on her head.

"Ready?" she said

"Sure."

We spent the entire morning knocking on planks on floors and walls. We did the same with the tiles in the bathrooms. We took a break around one and I made hamburgers. We ate outside on the deck. I thought we would spend some time there, but she wolfed down the burger in four bites and got up. I followed her finishing mine on the go. 

At seven I told her I had had enough for one day. We still had one bathroom and three bedrooms to do, and had found no suitcase. The search did produce a few things, one dildo and two joints. I found the dildo hidden in the springs under one of the beds, and Annie found the joints under a plank in one of the bedrooms. Annie suggested we smoke the joints and drink some wine. The idea sounded good.

"Do you remember that? I mean, do you know which of the girls who lived here with you might have owned it," I said, pointing at the dildo standing on the little table on the deck.

She picked it up and hefted it in her hand. "It's torpedo shaped, around seven inches long and not very thick. I would say this is a beginner's vibrator."

I laughed. "There are beginners and professional dildos?"

She took a long drag on her joint and spun the dildo between the fingers of her other hand. "Of course, a young girl wouldn't normally buy a twelve inch dildo that you connect to the wall. She would buy something like this."

The wine and the weed had gone to my head. "What would you buy?"

She gave me a look over the rim of her wine glass. When she put the glass down, she said. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Yes, I would."

"Well, I would buy something like this one to warm me up with, but to really enjoy a vibrator or dildo, I prefer something bigger. Like a nine or ten inch."

"Not twelve?"

She giggled. "Men have a misconception about big cocks. They don't always give more pleasure. Often they just hurt, and are uncomfortable."

I grinned. "Then I should be all right."

"Why?"

"Eight and a half, the last time I measured it and that was maybe twenty years ago, but I don't think it has grown since."

"That's a very comfortable size. Your ex must have been happy."

"I don't think so, since she took off with another man."

She looked out over the deck into the forest, and didn't say anything for a few minutes. Then she turned to me, and said. "I'm sorry."

"Forget it, I'm better off without her, but I do miss my son."

"I can understand that."

There was another silence and while it lasted she picked up the dildo and turned the knob, it began to buzz. "Holy shit, the batteries work," she said.

"That's cool. I wonder how long time it was hidden there."

She turned the knob some more and the sound became louder. "The room you found it in belonged to Lisa and her boyfriend, and they left just after the shooting. If she had new batteries in it when she left, there is no reason why it wouldn't work. Do you mind if I try it?"

I almost choked on the wine I was about to swallow. After a coughing fit I got myself under control.

"Are you OK, Hans?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Take it home with you if you want to, I don't need it."

She smiled at me. "You never know, some men find good use of a dildo like this."

"Maybe, but I'm not the kind of guy who would stick that thing up my ass."

She giggled. "Maybe not, or you just need a little help."

"I don't think so."

She opened the buttons in her shorts and pulled them off. Under she had a pair of light blue cotton panties, nothing fancy, just plain. "What are you doing?" I said, looking away.

"I'm going to try the dildo, like I said."

"Oh, I thought you meant at home."

"Why wait? Would it bother you if I used it here?"

My cock was already hard. I kept looking at something else but her. "No, you can use one of the rooms if you want, for privacy I mean."

"You are funny."

I turned to her and saw that she had taken off her panties as well. Her pussy looked inviting this close. If I had wanted to I could have reached over the small table that separated us and touched it. The sun was setting over the trees in front of us, and it shone right at her.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because you are the first man I have met so far, who offers a room for privacy to a woman who is about to masturbate in front of him."

"Well, after what you said the other day, I figured that you would want to."

"That was the other day, and this is now. You have been kind to me, so I want you to get a treat. Move your chair so you are directly in front of me."




My First Experience Being Milked



When my chair was in front of her's and I had sat down she put her feet up on my arm rest and I could see her pussy less than a couple of feet away. "I would like to complement you on having a beautiful vagina," I said.

"Call it what it is, a pussy. I'm not a prude."

She turned the vibrator on and lowered it to her pussy. I thought she would go for the clit, but she let it run up and down and around her lips. It even went exploring down towards her anus. I knew my cock was smeared with pre cum by now, but there was nothing I could do about it. For a second I thought about taking it out and just jerk off in front of her. I could see she was becoming wetter for every minute that past. It glittered on her swollen lips. 

"Do you like watching me, Hans?" she said, her voice a little husky.

"Yeah."

"Do you want to see me stick it deep inside my pussy?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to see how my pussy lips open and wrap around it."

"Fuck, stick it in all ready."

She laughed a little and then pushed the dildo inside. She closed her eyes and slid down a bit more in the chair and opened her legs wider. I didn't say a work, just stared how this young and beautiful woman first slowly and then faster fucked herself with the dildo. She began to moan and moved her head from side to side. Then her hips came up about an inch from the chair and she moaned again.

"Hans, take out your cock and jerk off for me, I want to see you squirt your cum over me."

First I thought I was dreaming, and then she said, "C'mon, do it."

I got my button and zipper open. She took her feet off my chair and kept them in the air while I stood and my pants dropped down to my ankles. I pulled out my cock and took a step closer. I was looking down at her and she placed her feet against my thighs.

"Do it, Hans. Do it, I want to feel your hot cum on my skin."

I am usually a pretty good lover in the sense that I can fuck for a long time before shooting my load. Not this time, I think I managed less than a minute before the first glob of cum shot out and landed on her upper chest. The second landed on her cheek and the third on her tummy.

"God, that feels good," she moaned loudly just before arching her back, and giving a few thrusts with her hips. The dildo she had pressed against her clit and while I watched, still with my cock in my hand, liquid shot out from her pussy and she yelped and moaned. It was the first time I had seen a woman squirt.

"That was nice," she said, while wiping cum of her skin with a paper napkin I had given her. 

I had gone inside and cleaned myself in the bathroom and brought back the napkin and another bottle of wine, this had to be celebrated. 

"I must say, it was different," I said, pouring wine.

"Most men as opposed to most women are turned on by what they see. That's why porn is such a big business."

"Well, I have never done anything like this before. I don't think porn will ever be the same again."

She laughed and drank some of the wine. I was surprised by the way she felt comfortable around me being naked. I had put on my boxers as soon as I came back, but she was still in her chair, with nothing on. She leaned back and stretched her arms above her head and made a little sound. Then she turned to me, and said. "I think it's time for me to go home. I will see you around the same time tomorrow."

The disappointment I felt must have showed because she continued, "did you think we would fuck, Hans?"

"The thought had crossed my mind."

"Sorry to disappoint you, but that was never my intention. I just needed some quick release to feel better after not finding the suitcase."

She stood and walked around the table to where I sat. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and then walked into the house and a few second later I heard her leave. I sighed and poured more wine. There was still a little left of my joint so I relit it and took a long drag. I checked my watch and it was just before eleven at night. The sun was gone, but it was still light enough that I could see Annie disappear into the woods. What did I have to do to get her in the sack? I wondered while I sat there in the summer night.

The following day was similar to the day before, a lot of searching and no success. We didn't find any more drugs or sex toys either. We finished around five in the afternoon, and when I invited Annie for a glass on the deck she said no, and left. I figured she was disappointed, and wanted to be alone. I had things to do so I sat down at the kitchen table with a whiskey and my laptop. I spent hours organizing all the notes I had taken at the church and slowly my family tree came together.

On Monday morning I decided to go for a long walk. Two days of crawling on my hands and knees had wrecked having on my body; I simply needed to move around. I walked to the pool where I had seen Annie swim naked and walked around it, up a hill and when I got to the top I had a fantastic view. I could see for miles around me. To the north were mountains and to the East, and West more forest, and south some forest but also flat ground which I guessed was farm land. I continued down and at the bottom I found a track that I figured might bring me back to the house. The forest was quiet apart from a few birds. At one point I saw a deer in the shadows and he must have seen me, because he took off. I walked for an hour almost and at one point I thought I was lost, but then suddenly I saw the house through the trees and I breathed easier. I came up to it from the south west at an angle. When the trees finished there were still some undergrowth to walk through. Suddenly my foot caught in something and I fell. I got up and looked around expecting to find a root. Instead, I saw a rusted iron ring on the ground. It was about ten inches in diameter, and when I tried to pick it up it was stuck to something. I cleaned the area around it and to my surprise, I found it was attached to a concrete slab about half a yard by half a yard. I fund the edges and began to dig around them. The earth was hard so I looked for a branch and with my keys I honed it until it had a point. It took some time, but I cleared all the dirt around it and when I pulled the ring I felt it move an inch or so. It was very heavy and I figured I needed something to pry it loose. I found another thicker branch which I lay down next to the slab. Then carefully I inched the first branch in under the slab and carefully put my weight on it close to the concrete. Slowly it came up, and when it was high enough, I slid in the thicker branch. Then, using all my weight it came up enough so I could kick it to the side. There was a hole in the ground and when I pushed the slab to the side, I saw two suitcases in it. I pulled them out and pushed the slab back and when it was in place I threw some dirt and leaves over it.

The bags were the size of what is allowed as carry on. I lifted them up and walked back to the house. After making sure the main door was locked and the drapes covered the windows I opened the first one. It contained several dildos, vibrators, a strap on, and other assorted sex toys, some of them I had no idea what they were used for. The second case was filled with camcorder cassettes. I picked one up and looked at it. A label told me it was made over a year ago in October. I checked the others and each was clearly labeled with a date, nothing else. I sat back and thought for a while. I needed a camcorder to be able to watch them. I hadn't seen an electronics shop in Ek, but maybe the other grocery shop might have one. Where Annie worked I had seen several kinds of DVD players, and some cameras for sale. I decided to ride into Ek and see what I could find.

After riding around Ek, I made it to the shop without passing the one where Annie worked. I parked the bike behind the building and walked in.

There was a middle aged woman in jeans and a blouse stocking soup cans on a shelf. "Hi, do you happen to have a camcorder for sale?" I said in English.

"One moment, I'll have a look."

She came down from the ladder she had been standing on and disappeared in the back somewhere. I crossed my fingers that she would have one.

"Will this do?"

She walked up to me with a box in her hands. I read the label and almost hugged her. It was a Sony camcorder, a few years old, but it would do. I paid and rode back as fast as I could.

When I got back to the house I locked the door and made sure no one could peek in through the windows. I connected the camcorder and chose the tape with the earliest date. 

The camera zoomed in on Frank, who was standing next to one of the armchairs in the living room. Annie was sitting in the chair. The camera panned and showed two couples in the sofa and another plus one girl in the other chair. I guessed the single girl's man was doing the filming. Frank began to speak, but it was all in Swedish. The couples laughed and clapped their hands. I fast forwarded and after ten minutes the couples took off their clothes. Then it was thirty minutes of fucking, sucking and licking. Annie didn't do anything; she just sat there and watched the others. Frank had a go at one of the women and got a blowjob from one of the men. So, he was bisexual, which might explain Annie's comment about men and a dildo earlier.

The second tape was pretty much the same, Frank talked and then they had sex. Again Annie was just watching. On the third tape things changed. After the normal speech the couples went upstairs. The camera man followed and in the corridor they switched couples. This time Annie entered one of the bedrooms with a short young man with dark hair. The camera man chose another couple and followed them into their room. Then he went between the couples filming them. The sex was pretty much straight forward, nothing out of the ordinary. The next to last couple were having anal sex and the young girl screamed when the guy entered her. The last couple was Annie and her guy. The camera zoomed in on her as she rode the guy slowly, savoring every inch of his cock. I was surprised because Annie had told me her first time was a group sex orgy. I was just about to turn off the tape and switch to another when the rest of the couples came in. They stood around the bed and watched. After a while Frank said something and Annie got off her man. Frank lay down on the floor and she straddled him. A man walked up behind her and as I watched, she lowered herself until she had Frank deep inside her and the man behind her slowly penetrated her anus. She screamed a little, but not much. The other men stood around and jerked off. Two of the women lay down next to the three sum, and went into a sixty nine position with a lot of moaning. When the man fucking Annie in the as came, he pulled out and shot his load on her ass and back. Annie came a few minutes later, and Frank almost at the same time. The men who had been jerking off came closer and Annie blowed them in turn until they came over her face and chest. Frank said something and they all walked out.

The rest of the tapes were the same, the only thing that changed was that all the women tried anal sex, and a couple of the men fucked each other while the others watched. The women used dildos, and vibrators. One girl did her boyfriend with the strap on. That must have been painful because he was crying before he came, and spoke a lot, which I didn't understand a word off. 

I turned on the camcorder and the plasma. I needed a stiff drink, and went to the kitchen and poured a healthy shot of whiskey in a glass. I drank it all, and then had another which I brought out on the deck. I looked at my watch and saw that I had been watching the tapes for almost seven hours straight. I had never in my life watched a porn movie for more than ten minutes, just to get it up and jerk off. The tapes were better than any porn. Those people had loved what they were doing, and you could see it. Their orgasms were real, and some of the girls didn't come and that seemed to be fine too. No wonder Annie had been so into it, a sex life like that must have been tremendous fun.

The sun was just going down past the tree tops when I saw Annie come bicycling along the track. I called out and she leaned her bike against a tree and walked towards me.

"Hi, how are you," she said, when she came up on the deck.

"Good. Guess what, I found your suitcase, actually I found two of them."

She stared at me and then jumped at me and gave me a big hug. "Oh, thank you. Where were they?"

"They were buried in the forest, on the other side of the house. It was just an accident that I found them. Come and have a look, they are in the living room."

When she saw the camcorder and the tapes she said. "You have been a naughty boy, Hans. I didn't give you permission to watch those tapes."

"Sorry, but I was curious. Anyway, I just watched one or two," I lied.

She gave me a sideways look. "Sure?"

"Scouts honor."

She put the tapes back in the suitcase and then turned to the one with the sex toys. "Is there anything in here that might interest you?"

"Not really, they are all for women except that contraption. I think you call it a cock ring."

"You are right. Do you want it?"

"No thanks, I have no one to use it with."

"Poor Hans, who has no one to play with," she said and giggled.

"I could play with you."

She packed the sex toys into the bag and hefted them both. "Yeah, maybe you could. Let me think about it, OK."

She walked out on the deck and down the steps. I watched as she disappeared among the trees and left her bike where it stood. I guessed she would pick it up later. When she was gone I made another drink and sat on the deck pondering my situation. I had almost finished my research and there was no point staying after it was done. I had my job at home to get back to and I wanted to see my son. I thought about Annie and if she would come through or not. Maybe she was just a cock tease and was still too much in love with Frank to be with another guy. What a waste of a beautiful woman, I thought. I wanted to fuck her, I wanted to taste her and most of all, I wanted her sweet lips around my cock and watch her look into my eyes when I dumped my load in her mouth. Just the thought gave me a hard on and I was just about to take out my cock and jerk off before going inside, when my phone rang.

"Hans."

"Hi, it's me. Do you want to come over?" Annie's voice purred on the other end. It promised something that I wanted, no, that I needed.

"Yeah, sure."

"Pick up my bike on your way over."

I hung up and took a quick shower. Dressed in a pair of thin cotton trousers and a sweater I grabbed my keys and a flashlight I had found in a drawer in the kitchen. I ran to where her bike was and then walked the rest of the way to her house.

When I arrived the lights were on and I could smell all the flowers growing around me. A pale moon was hanging over the tree tops and the night was silent as a grave. I leaned her bike against the house and knocked on the door.

When she let me in she was naked, and her nipples hardened in the cool night air. "Come on in," she said, and stepped aside.

I walked in and looked around. There were candles on almost every flat surface and there was a faint smell of flowers in the air. This looks romantic," I said.

She took my hand and led me to her bedroom where she proceeded to take off my clothes. I stood still and enjoyed her touch as she pulled my sweater over my head and undid my pants. She pushed me down on the bed and pulled my shoes and socks off. Then she grabbed my shorts and pulled them off too. "Someone is happy," she said, and pointed at my erection.

"Yeah, he is looking forwards to this."

"I bet he is, but before he can slide inside me we need to warm up. Stand up."

When I did she lay down on the bed face down. She turned her head to me, and said. "Over there on the night stand is a bowl of warm oil. I want you to massage it into my skin, both sides. Then I'll do the same to you."

I dipped my hands in the bowl and lifted them to my nose. The fragrance of rose and other flowers rushed up into my senses. I knelt next to the bed and lay my hands on her back. I began with her middle back, using slow circular motions; making sure every inch of her skin was covered in the oil. Then I used my fingers to relax her muscles and she moaned a little. I got some more oil and began with her ass cheeks, where I spent an extra amount of time. They were firm and round. I moved down one leg and up the other. When I came to her mid thighs, she spread her legs a little and my fingers slid down and then up. When they reached her pussy, she said. "Just play around it, don't slide in any fingers."

She spread her legs a bit more and I cupped her mound from behind using my fingers to massage it. She moaned a bit and sighed as my fingers slid over her clit.

"Turn over," I said.

When she was on her back, I began with her shoulder and moved down to her boobs. They were incredible firm for their size. "Sorry for asking, but are they real?"

She opened her eyes. "Of course they are. Stop talking and keep going."

Her tummy was flat and when my fingers slid down on either side of her pussy her hips came up to meet me. When I was done with her legs I sat back. I was pleased to see that she was now slick with oil.

"Your turn, on your stomach, please."

When I was in position she got on top of me and sat down on my ass. I could feel her pussy against my skin when she leaned forwards and began massaging my shoulders and upper back. My hard on was craving pussy, but I had to play it her way. 

As her hands moved down so did she until she was kneeling above my ankles. Once in a while her pussy would touch my skin. 

She lay down on top of me and used her tits to rub oil into my skin. Her body was incredibly warm against mine and she almost slid off. 

"What I will do now, is something you will enjoy immensely, but just try to lie still," she whispered in my ear.

She got off my back and knelt between my legs. Her hand slipped in under me and found my balls, which she massaged slowly. Not too hard and not too light, just exactly right. A moan escaped my mouth and I raised my hips a little. She took hold of my cock and carefully bent it towards her.

"Mm, that feels odd," I said.

"Shh, just enjoy."

She slowly jerked me with one hand while the other kept massaging my balls. After a few minutes she giggled. "Oh, someone is horny."

"You have no idea, Annie."

"I think I do. I'm getting a lot of pre cum in my hand back here."

"Sorry."

"I love it. Try to relax; this might feel a bit odd."

Before I had a chance to open my mouth, she slid a finger up my ass, and hit something that made me moan out aloud. "What the hell was that?"

"Your prostate, lie still."

I panicked. I felt very uncomfortable with her finger up my ass, but at the same time, when her finger ran over the spot a tsunami of pleasure ran through my body.

"Hans, the pre cum is just pouring out from your cock. I'm going to try some."

"Yeah, OK," was all I could say between they waves of intense pleasure.

When her lips wrapped around my cockhead, and I felt her warm mouth, I wanted to squirt right there and then. But instead of using her tongue or giving me a blow job, she just kept my cock head in her mouth while sliding her finger back and forth.

The pleasure stopped when she pulled out her finger, and said. "Turn over."

When I was on my back, she scooted up until her pussy was just over my mouth. "Lick me."

When my tongue touched her clit a shiver went through her body. I let it circle around her button and then I liked her lips. Her legs began to tremble and she lowered herself down until she was sitting on my face. I managed to get my nose free above her clit and I took the opportunity to take a deep breath, and then suck on it.




My First Experience - Blackman



This is a true story based on my first time with a black man, some parts have been embellished slightly to make it a more entertaining read but the basics are true and real to life.

My name is Tracy and at the time of this experience it was a week after my 19th birthday. 

I live in a small village in the county of Bedfordshire, it was the type of the village where everybody knows everybody else or at least recognises them as there aren't that many people who live in the village. Sometimes this can be a bad thing, but generally everyone looks out for everyone else.

I live at home with my mum, dad and my two older brothers in one of the larger houses in the village. One of the other larger houses across the road was owned by a guy called Nick and every summer he'd hire in a stage and open up his garden for everyone in the village to come for a party. He'd arrange for a couple of local bands to play, he'd use the local pub, where I worked, to do a free bar as he'd pay for everything up front and also arrange for someone to man the BBQ. My dad normally enjoyed helping out with BBQ and would take it in turns with the Chef's from the local pub.

All ages were welcome to the party and it's brilliant to see someone's Gran talking to the local youth and people dancing and enjoying themselves. The parties have become legendary to the village and to a couple of the surrounding villages and are known as: The Backstreet Bash.

This year I was asked to work the bar at the party, which I didn't mind, it meant I got to see most people at the party. It also meant I would be at the party instead of running the pub which would be absolutely dead.

It was a very warm summers evening and I was dressed in a light yellow flowery summers dress and a pair of sandals, my mum had styled my blonde hair into a French plait. I walked across the road to the party and took up station behind the makeshift bar and it wasn't long before the party was in full swing. Banter was flying backwards and forwards, compliments as well, mainly from slightly drunk guys, but I'll take it. 

As I served I noticed a black guy on his own standing towards the back of the party, sipping his beer slowly. I caught his eye a couple of times a smiled at him, in the end he finished his drink and came on over to get a refill.

"Hi, what can I get you?" I asked with my best "nice to meet you" smile. 

"Can I get a cider please and one for yourself?" 

"Thank you very much." I opened two bottles of cider and handed one over as I took a sip from mine and put it down.

"I haven't see you around the village before?"

"That's because I've only just moved into the village, literally two days ago."

"Oh really, are you nearby?"

"Yup, just down there." He replied and pointed down the road.

Our conversation was cut a little short then as I had to serve a couple of other people but he hung around at the end of the bar and we chatted when we could through the night and I found out his name was Leon. In the end my "shift" finished and I could give him my undivided attention.

We found a bench towards the back of the crowd and sat down next to each other. He was about 6ft tall maybe a bit more, definitely taller than I was at 5ft 7. He had close cropped hair and was very clean shaven. Just by looking at him I guessed his age at mid-thirties, I later found out he was mid-forties which was a big surprise to me and might also be where my love for the older man started. He looked as though he kept in shape, not big built or slim but average and nicely toned from the looks of his forearms and how he filled his t-shirt.

He would lean in close to me and speak into my ear, his Joop aftershave filling my nostrils, at the time Joop was my favourite aftershave on a guy and is still is one of my favourites to this day. He put a hand on my bare leg and kept it there as we chatted and as he kept leaning in, I responded by gently stroking his arm and touching him when I could.

I'd started realising at an early age what I enjoyed when it came to sex and sexy fun and I was realising very fast that I wanted fun with Leon and I wanted fun very soon. "Listen, Leon, do you fancy getting out of here?"

He acted very coolly and nodded, "We'd best leave at different times, go say your goodbyes and I'll meet you down the road towards my place."

"See you in a bit." I said with a cheeky smile, I stood up and gave him a little wiggle of my bum as I walked away from him knowing he would be watching. I said my goodbyes to people and headed out onto the road and turned right and out of sight of the party.

A little way down the street I could see Leon leaning up against someone's garden wall, arms crossed and looking my way. I walked towards him with a purpose making my 34D's bounce and wobble in the street lights, hoping that he would see them. I got to him and instantly planted a kiss on his lips "Come on then, show me the way." I said to him.

"With pleasure." He replied.

Arm in arm we walked down the street towards his house. He then took his keys out of his pocket and stopped at a blue front door, he opened it and went inside turning on the lights as he went. The door opened into a passageway with the stairs straight ahead, a little way down the passageway on the right was the door to the living room and at the end of the passageway was the dining room and kitchen. Leon went into the living room and turned on a couple of lamps.

"Very nice," I said looking around the living room and then walked over to him and planted my mouth on his again, my tongue darting in his mouth and his tongue into mine. I felt his hands all over my body, grabbing and squeezing and holding me tight through the thin material of my dress. He pulled away from me with a wicked glint in his eye and reached down and grabbed the bottom of my dress and pulled it up and over my head.

I stood there in front of him, in just my white lace thong and matching bra. I stepped towards him and started undoing the buckle of his belt, fumbling at it slightly in my eagerness to get at him. I pulled down his jeans and knelt in front of him, a large bulge in his tight grey boxers, I licked my lips and looked up at him. I was about to have my first taste of what I hoped was a Big Black Cock. I was also about to do one of my favourite things and that was suck on a cock.

I ran a finger around the waist band of his boxers and started easing them down, looking up at Leon with a cheeky smile on my face. His short dark curly hair came into view then the thick base of his dark cock which seemed to go on for ever. A pair of heavy balls then popped into view and still I hadn't fully unearthed his cock, then finally I got the end. "Oh my, this is just simply the biggest cock I've ever seen!" I exclaimed as I clasped it in one hand and pulled his boxers the rest of the way down. My heart was beating so hard and fast in my chest and my excitement levels were like never before.

I gently stroked his cock with both hands, it was thick, black and something like 11inches long, it was simply massive and not a bad way to break my BBC duct. I kept wanking it gently, feeling its warmth and manliness in my hands, I then leant forward and licked down the long shaft of it, tasting it for the first time. Licking it all the way along the shaft until I got to the tip, my tongue looping round it as I looked up at him and took his helmet into my mouth and sucked on it with a smile on my face and a wet thong. I kept both hands in his shaft, one at the base, the other following my mouth slowly up and down his shaft, twisting as it went.

His hand came down onto the top of my head and rested it there as he gently started to thrust into my mouth. I carried on kneeling in front of him sucking his cock and looking up at him. I ran a hand up under his shirt and felt his smooth hard stomach, he unbuttoned his shirt and threw it to the floor. His torso was nicely defined, solid to touch but not over the top, he was definitely someone who looked after himself.

I kissed all down his cock and lifted it with one hand so I could get to his heavy hanging balls, I kissed them both and then took each in my mouth. Giving each a gently suck as I did, making them glisten from my spit. Licking on them as I held them with one hand and gently wanking his cock with my other hand. Sucking on them, squeezing them, licking them, massaging them, looking at him as I did so, a massive smile on his face as I did. "That good for you?" I Asked.

"Fucking brilliant!" He replied.

I kissed the underside of his cock as I held it against my face, kissing all the way up his shaft again. I hadn't been touched yet but I was so close to orgasaming just from the thought and feel of his cock in my mouth and hands. With his cock well and truly in my mouth I let go of it and reached around behind my back and unclasped my bra and shrugged it off and onto the floor. Leon reached down and squeezed one of my 34D's in his hand and rolled a nipple between his forefinger and thumb. I nearly came just then, letting out a little whimper of excitement, this seemed to spur Leon and he kept squeezing my boobs in turn, pinching my nipples as he did. I loved the feel of his hands on my naked skin, touching and squeezing my big boobs.

I sucked on his cock faster and faster, my head and mouth twisting and bobbing all over his cock, slurping noises escaping the corners of my mouth. He placed a hand on the back of my head and slowly pushed his cock further into my mouth. He then pulled me up to him, his cock running down the length of my body between my boobs and stomach. His tongue then darted into my mouth as his hands went down to my naked bum and squeezed each cheek. I kept a hand on his cock as I squeezed my naked body against his, loving the warmth and firmness of his manly body against mine.

One of Leon's hand slipped around the front of me and rubbed my wet pussy through the thin material of my thong, well that was it. I came at his touch, my legs nearly buckling, I had to hang onto him as my orgasm ripped through my body. I tried to compose myself quickly. His hands went back to my thong, one hand rubbing through the front, his other squeezing my bum and rubbing up the back of my thong. My hand still holding tightly onto his long cock, squeezing it and wanking it.

Leon bent down and kissed my boobs and licked my hard nipples, he pulled my thong to the side and slid two fingers effortlessly inside me. I gasped as he did, curling his fingers inside then pulling them out and pressing against my clit before repeating it again and again. I was gyrating my hips on his fingers and they were hitting the spot, I was in heaven and I hadn't even sampled that monster cock yet and I was on the verge of cumming again. I wanted to taste that cock again.

I pushed him down onto the sofa, his cock standing to attention and just inviting me to suck on it again. I crawled onto the sofa next to him on all fours and put both hands around his cock and started sucking on his cock eagerly again, my head bobbing up and down on his cock as he reached for my boobs and started playing with them again. Then he ran his hand down to my bum and squeezed that. My hands twisting around his cock and wanking it as my mouth sucked on it.

"Holy fuck!" Leon managed to say and started pumping his hips a little, my hand on his balls felt them tighten. I sucked harder and faster, sensing he was on the verge of cumming and then his cum flooded my mouth. I swallowed it as fast as I could, his cock and balls just pumping and pumping his cum into my mouth. I couldn't swallow it all and some leaked out the corners of my mouth and down his cock to my hands. I sucked on his cock, urging the cum out and into my mouth. He finally finished cumming and I took my cummy mouth away from his cock and looked at him, some cum in the corners of my mouth, I took my hands from his cock and licked them clean as the cum hung from them.

"Wow girl that was amazing."

"Thank you very much." I replied, licking the last drop of cum from my hand.

Leon then pulled at my thong and began to pull it down my smooth thighs, I stood up in front of him to make it easier for him. He kissed my flat stomach and squeezed my boobs and then pulled my thong down to my ankles, I stepped out of it as he kissed down to my neatly trimmed pussy, "Love the little strip you've left, very sexy indeed." His hot breath now on my thighs, I stepped closer and he pulled me up and onto the sofa so I stood over him, a leg either side and I slowly lowered myself down. His hands hooking my thighs and pulling me down, and then I felt his tongue on my pussy.

His tongue darting and flicking on my clit, pushing hard against it and then in my pussy, licking long along it. I started to grind my pussy against his mouth, my eyes shut in pleasure, one of my hands on my own boob, squeezing it and pinching a nipple. Leon reached up and joined my hand squeezing it with me. I looked down at him, his eyes looking up at me, I could tell he was smiling. I was about to cum again, this time on his tongue. He held my thighs down onto him as his tongue flicked mercilessly against my clit and then with a loud horny moan I came again. My whole body bucking and shaking, trying to escape his tongue lashing. I nearly fell over the back of the sofa as the orgasm hit me.

He finally released me and I stood up, my legs shaking. I looked down at him smiling, he looked at me and then nodded down, and I looked behind me and saw his cock was rock hard. He waggled it back and forth. I stepped back on the sofa and went down onto one knee and took his cock in my hand, I guided it towards my hot wet pussy, and rubbed it against my opening. I then lowered myself down on it slightly, the tip of his cock going in me, my mouth open in pleasure as I moved up and then back down on his cock, taking it in a little further this time. It felt absolutely huge and it took me a while before I finally got it in. Leon was very understanding, I rested my head on his shoulder with my eyes shut as I felt his enormous BBC fully in me. I couldn't believe I'd taken it all.

"You ok?" He asked.

"Oh yes, never...something...big!"

"Just take it slowly, there's no need to rush it." He whispered in my ear.

I looked at him and smiled and gave him a kiss. His hands were on my bum as I started to gently and slowly move my hips up and down his massive cock. Slowly, ever so slowly I got faster and faster my juices covering his cock, he playfully slapped my bum a couple of times and then gripped and squeezed it hard. He began to thrust in me as I sat down on his cock, my boobs hanging and bouncing in his face, he took a boob in his mouth and played with my nipple as I ground my pussy down onto his cock. I'd never felt anything like it, I felt so full and so horny. I began bouncing faster and faster up and down, feeling it deep in me, spreading me wide. I then felt a couple of his fingers on my bum hole, my eyes went wide as he pushed on it, just dipping a finger inside of me. It pushed me over the edge and I came hard all over his cock, my pussy pulsing and trying to milk his cock, gripping it, grinding myself down onto him as he held me down.

I got my breath back and slowly climbed off him, his cock glistening from my juices which covered it, a white tide line at the base of it. I took his cock in my hand and bent over and began sucking on it again, giving it a good licking with my tongue, tasting myself all over his cock. He eased me out the way and stood up, I stayed on my knees on the sofa and looked over my shoulder at him. I leant forward onto my shoulder, head down and bum up and ran a hand over my pert bum and spread my wet lips for him with a couple of fingers. Leon with his cock in his hand wanked it a couple of times and didn't need any further encouragement, he moved behind me and I felt him against my entrance again. He rubbed it up and down a couple of times before easing it all the way inside in one go.

I closed my eyes in pure ecstasy as he began to fuck me well, his hands on my hips and my bum as he slid his cock out from the helmet all the way in to the hilt! His balls slapping against me filling the room along with my moans of pleasure. I looked over my shoulder at him and smiled and pushed myself up onto all fours and began to push back on him as he slammed into me. He put a hand on my bum and eased his thumb into my bum again, I'd never had anything in my bum like this and I was loving it, I pushed back harder into him.

He started grunting louder and louder and getting faster and faster, I then pulled away from him and spun around, his cock instantly finding my open mouth. I sucked on it hard and fast and wanked his cock as I did, Leon then took hold of his cock and held it in front of my open mouth and then with a loud grunt he shot a load of cum straight into my open mouth, he then wanked his cock furiously, his cum flicking and splattering all over the place. It was landing on my face, in my mouth, my eyes, my hair, my cheeks and chin and down onto my boobs. Finally he finished cumming and I carefully opened my eyes and looked up at him with a big smile on my face, although it might not have been as big as his.

"I might just need a shower before I go home!" I said.

"Who said anything about you going home? The night has only just started." And with that he picked me up and carried me upstairs to his bedroom. He flung me on the bed and bounced a couple of times, giggling as I did. He looked to be hard again already, amazing, I'd never experienced anything like it. I was used to lads having their way and going to sleep or getting dressed and going. Leon though was something else.

His cum rolling off my face and I used his duvet cover to rub some off. Leon stood by the side of the bed and grabbed my ankles and pulled me towards him, he then parted my legs wide still holding my ankles and bent down and started working his tongue magic on my quivering pussy again. I was on the verge of cumming again, my legs shaking, I was pinching and twisting my nipples, pulling at my boobs, squeezing them hard. He then stopped licking and still holding my ankles angled his big black cock towards my pussy and with a practiced move pushed it deep inside me and began to fuck me as he held my legs apart. My tits shaking back and forth, I looked down at him between my legs, fucking me well, his balls slapping against me. He then slowed it down and eased it to me slowly, grinding himself against my clit, then pulling all the way out to the tip before pushing in slowly again grinding against my clit. I then came hard on his cock again, my juices flowing all over his cock, my body shaking, quivering and pulsing under the spell of Leon's cock.

Leon picked up the pace again and started fucking me hard and fast without a care in the world, he was fucking me across the bed, having to climb on as he went. I had to put my hands against the headboard and push back against him. He pulled out suddenly and left me gaping and gasping and then sat astride my chest with his cock resting between my boobs. I happily obliged and pushed my boobs around his cock and he began to slowly tit fuck me. He looked down at me and smiled, "I want to ask you something but I'm not sure I should." He said.

"Go for it, I'm easy." I replied with a cheeky smile and wink.

He chuckled at that, "Ok then, have you ever tried anal?"

"Nope, your thumb in my bum is the most I've had."

"Want to try it tonight?"

I thought about it briefly, my heart beating fast again. "I'd love to but there's no way you'll fit all of that in me, I only just managed to take it in my pussy."

"Don't worry, I'll take it easy."

"Go on then," I said giving a nervous little smile, "Do what you want with me."

He reached over and opened the top draw of his bedside cabinet and pulled out a tube of oil and got off me and pulled me towards the edge of the bed again and lifted my legs up in the air. I felt the cool oil splatter against my pussy and arse and run down my crack, I looked between my legs as I rubbed the oil into my bum, first pushing a finger inside my tight hole and then a second. He pushed them in and out, it was an unusual feeling but one I found pleasant. Whilst working his fingers inside my bum he poured some more oil onto his cock and rubbed it in. "Ready?" He asked.




My First Experience - Blackman



"Ready as I'll ever be." I replied.

"Just try to relax."

I took several deep breaths as Leon inched his cock towards my bum, I put my hands on my bum and spread my cheeks. He inched closer and then I felt his helmet pushing against my tight hole, the pressure increasing until it felt like a "pop" and his helmet was inside my bum. My eyes open wide and so did my mouth in a gasp. Leon held himself there as I tried to stay calm, my heart beating loud and fast.

"Ok?" He asked

I nodded and bit my lip as he eased a little further inside me, then he pulled out and pushed a little further in still until he was about halfway in. My eyes were closed in a mixture of pleasure and uncomfortableness, he slowly began fucking my arse as he held my legs up in the air. I reached between my legs and started to gently rub my clit as Leon's big black cock eased in and out of my arse. Soon the uncomfortableness had passed and I was enjoying his cock in my arse. My eyes closed in pleasure, I reached down for his cock and clasped hold of his cock as it went in and out of me, feeling the manliness again, my other hand on my clit.

"Oh fuck this is amazing! I can't believe I'm going to cum with your cock in my arse!" 

Leon was taking it easy and taking in the whole image, I was rubbing my clit harder and harder faster and faster. And then I came, my bum clenching around his cock deep in my arse, my back arching in pleasure, my hands gripping the bed sheets. When I finally opened my eyes I looked down and realised Leon was nearly fully in me, "Oh dear god." Was all I could say.

Leon continued fucking my arse, holding onto one of my legs which went straight up his body, his other hand finding my boobs and squeezing one. My hand going over the top of his on my boob and squeezing it with him, my other hand back on my clit gently rubbing it as I watched him. His eyes were closed and his was breathing heavily, trying to control it. I felt twitches and pulses as he pushed in me and then he came, his cock exploding deep inside my bum, pulsing and pulsing as he emptied his cum in me.

His cock twitched and pulsed in me for what seemed like ages before he slowly eased himself out of me and collapsed on the bed next to me. "Well Tracy, it's good to meet you. I think I'll be seeing more of you." He said.

I ended up walking home at 4 in the morning and climbing into bed a very happy and very satisfied woman, a little sore, but it was so worth it.



My First Experience Of Male Sex



We'd all been drinking quite heavily all evening and were all somewhat more than a bit merry as I sat next to Tom on the couch whilst Joe slipped a DVD in the player and sat in the armchair with his legs splayed out. We were soon engrossed in the movie as the two girls began kissing and writhing together but a few nervous glances were exchanged as the two guys started playing around. When they began stroking each others cocks I glanced at Joe who had already unzipped his jeans with his hand inside stroking his cock, "what's the matter? Haven't you seen a hard cock before? Don't be shy" he grinned. 

Within moments both of their cocks were out and being stroked as the two guys on screen really got into it. 

"They've got the right idea" Tom said reaching over and placing his hand close to the bulge in my lap as Joe moved to sit beside me.

"C'mon, don't be shy" Tom said as I squirmed away from his searching fingers.

"What do you think you're doing?" I asked as Joe started to unbutton my shirt.

"Relax" Tom whispered rubbing his hand over the ever increasing bulge in my trousers.

"Now, c'mon, joke's over…," but I didn't finish the sentence as his fingers closed over my erection and squeezed whilst Joe's fingers brushed over my hard nipple making me groan.

"That's ok, just enjoy it, but we're going to enjoy ourselves even more" Tom whispered as they both stood up and quickly undressed.

I couldn't take my eyes off their cocks and my own was now fully erect and pushing hard against my underwear. Tom reached out to touch Joe's penis with his fingers as Joe wrapped his hand around Tom's. Slowly they started stroking each other until their hands became a blur as they fisted up and down until Tom's breathing began to get quicker and his body began shuddering and I saw that he was already close to cumming. I was almost cumming myself watching his shiny cock, which was slightly smaller than mine, shudder a few more times before his semen began spraying on Joe's. Kneeling, Joe took Tom's further spurts right in his open mouth whilst continuing to jerk him off. 

"Umm……, that's so good, don't tell me you still don't want to jerk off?" Tom asked looking at me and smiled when he saw I was rubbing my cock through my trousers.

"Here, let's help you" Joe said licking some cum from around the edges of his mouth.

"I'm not gay" I replied.

"Nor am I, I just like cumming" Tom explained, "and what nobody knows about us enjoying ourselves is just between us."

"Are you sure of that?" I asked apprehensively, desperately wanting to cum.

"Of course," Joe added, "we don't want anybody to know anymore than you do."

Feeling a rush of excite surge through my body as Tom held out his hand to help me up, I began unzipping myself and they both helped me to completely undress until the three of us stood naked. Joe pulled me close until our cocks were pressing against each other, then I backed away a bit, and looked down at his penis. He was bigger in length and girth and I felt that exciting tingling in my cock, just like I normally do with Sue and wondered what it'd be like to hold him and maybe even give him a blowjob. 

Seeming to sense my thoughts he placed a hand on each of my shoulders and began pushing me down on to my knees until I was looking at the first cock that I was about to suck. He rubbed his hard cock around on my face before offering it to my mouth and without waiting, just in case I lost my nerve, I put one hand on his quivering erection, and ran my tongue from his balls all the way up the underside of his penis exactly the way I liked Sue do to me and knew exactly how this must feel to him. My efforts were rewarded by hearing him moan as my tongue lapped his balls before returning to his shaft and tongued his head a bit, all around the top and sides of it. Feeling his hands on my head I ran my tongue once more from his balls all the way to the top, but this time as I went down, I moved his throbbing cock head into my mouth. I'm not sure who groaned the louder with the pleasure, Joe or me as I slowly ran my tongue around it before sucking gently. Within a few minutes of sucking his soft spongy head I knew he was almost cumming, but then without warning Tom positioned himself behind me and eased my hips up until he was able to press the head of his cock between the cheeks of my ass. I felt a thrill round through me but oddly all I could think of was the size difference between the two which seemed to excite me all the more. Without a word he just made short thrusts back and forth along the crease in my ass, until he was pushing against my tight puckered hole and I let out a groan "Oh No!" 

But now I was enjoying, for the first time ever, the feel of a cock nudging my ass as well as the taste and feel of a throbbing cock in my mouth. Running my tongue over the slick head, before curling it under and flicking it a few times, my right hand grasped his ball sac and firmly tugged on his balls. 

"Ohhhh….," he groaned and with short thrusts began pushing his cock down my throat and although gagging at first I felt the head of his cock growing, just before it began flooding my mouth with hot cum. 

Reaching around I found Tom's cock which was slick with pre-cum and wrapped my fingers around it, feeling it twitch as his hand came around to my stomach to slowly begin moving down until his fingers ran through my pubic hair. Then wrapping his hand around my cock, which still hadn't cum, he started slowly squeezing and stroking it. Twisting around I leaned forward until I was able to lick the end of his penis, tasting Tom's precum which was completely different to Joe's. Squeezing my cock harder he groaned as I sucked him into my mouth and swirled my tongue around the end, amazed at the difference between their cocks, their size, taste and texture. Being smaller, I could take almost the whole length of Tom in my mouth as I began milking it.

Slowly he began easing himself down until we were both laying on the carpet and shifting I threw a leg over his head and straddled his face, groaning with sheer pleasure as I felt the warmth and wetness of his mouth encase my erection as he tried to do as I'd done to him and take my whole length into his mouth. I felt and heard him gag on my penis several times as he tried pushing it down his throat as I began thrusting in and out; fucking his face until with a grunt my cock began spurting cum which he tried swallowing with some success.

After some time I got up but almost immediately Joe pushed me face and stomach down, over the back of the couch, my semi flaccid penis rubbed against the cool leather just as Tom's cock came into view directly in front of my face.

"Lick it" he ordered pressing it to my lips and thrusting it past them into my mouth.

As I did so hands began rubbing my inner thighs, before they reached up to take a firm grasp of my balls. They gave a firm pull, pulling and stretching my sac, before another grabbed my cock and stroked it for a few minutes before sliding up to grasp my hip. 

As he pulled my hips back I felt a cock pressing between my cheeks and rubbing against my tight puckered hole. Joe continued rubbing up and down against my anus, and although I was beginning to enjoy the feeling of my tight hole loosening I began panicking at the thought of what he intended doing. 

Pulling Tom's cock from my mouth I looked over my shoulder and said "no, that's enough, I don't want…"

"Ok, just relax and enjoy what I'm doing" Joe urged continuing to rub his cock along my cleft and again began enjoying the wonderful sensations that were coursing through me.

Turning my face back I took Tom's cock back between my lips to suck him but groaned in disappointment when I felt Joe move away.

Slowly Tom began sliding his cock in and out as with some sort of relief I felt Joe's fingers teasing along my ass crease again, spreading something wet. I realised it must be lube when his fingers teased around my puckered hole making me groan with sheer pleasure but I almost bit through the throbbing cock in my mouth as he forced a finger past my sphincter.

"Jeeez…., careful!!" Tom shouted pulling from my mouth.

"Sorry….." I groaned as Joe's finger didn't move and following the initial pain and burning feeling I gradually began enjoying the feeling especially when he slowly rotated it.

"Umm…" I continued groaning as he slowly finger fucked me before nudging his cockhead along between my cheeks to replace his finger with it and then slowly with the aid of the lube his cockhead entered me. Again giving me a chance to get used to the size before slowly easing it deep into me until finally I felt his balls pressing against my own. 

"Feel good?" he whispered as he began thrusting, slow at first, allowing me to get even more used to his size, and when he was able to slide in and out without too much trouble he began thrusting hard. 

"Ohhh…yesss, fuck me" I moaned feeling his 8 inch cock withdraw until only his it's head was in me, then thrusting hard our balls were soon slapping together. Repeatedly he withdrew almost completely, before slamming back in me, making me moan and beg for more as I felt my own cum rising as Tom slowly pulled my foreskin back and forth.

"I'm cumming" Tom shouted grasping my hips and slamming harder into me.

I could hardly believe that this was happening as I felt hot jets of cum pumping into me.

Then the cock in my ass was slowly removed, leaving my ass wet with his cum but before I could think more about what had just happened another cock entered me. This one was slightly smaller so I knew it was Tom's but as he began shafting me it felt so different as he rotated his hips instead of just pumping in and out as Joe had done. My mind was in a whirl as the cock in my ass continued to fuck me until again I felt hot jets of cum filling my ass.

With my ass having been thoroughly stretched and filled Joe helped me to my feet and eased me back onto the couch and handed me a drink.

Sitting there I thought about Sue, although I loved her and making love, going down on her, and having her suck me I knew that she'd never been able to stop me having the pleasure of experiencing the feeling of a cock cumming in my mouth and down my throat, tasting another's man cum or feeling it pumping from his cock in my ass.



My First Experience With A Man



I don't really regard myself as a writer, but a few years ago, when I was in school, I always got good marks for my written English. So, as I have a story to tell that a few people might be interested in, I thought I'd try my hand at telling about my short life so far.

I'm gay. Please don't ask me why. I think I know why but I'm not certain. I can be quite friendly towards girls but they are in no way special to me. If I didn't see one for a month I wouldn't worry.

On the other hand, I really like guys. I like their company, I like talking to them and playing games with them. Some even appeal to me in a sexual way. I fancy them. This is not something that happened suddenly; I've just grown up with it.

I have a strong suspicion that the main reason I'm gay is because I was sexually abused by my mother, and other women, as a young child. I remember some of the things she used to do to me when I must have been about four. I think this is a fairly accurate dating as I started school shortly afterwards.

When I talked with other boys at school it became obvious to me that their mothers didn't do to them what my mother was doing to me. As I got a bit older I realised that my mother mostly bathed me when my father wasn't in the house. Sometimes "Aunty" Mary would help her to bathe me, or some other "aunt". I grew to dislike them all with their luvvy-dovey kissing, sucking and fondling. It was all pseudo-love!

Then came the day when my father arrived home early and unexpectedly. My mother had just bathed me and had laid me on a towel on the bed, naked, while she and "Aunty" Mary lay on each side. My father suddenly came into the room unannounced and saw what they were doing to me.

Although I was quite young, I realised that he was furious. He ordered both women downstairs while he dried me and dressed me. Then he took me to my room and told me to stay there until he came back. I could hear the row coming from downstairs. I couldn't hear the words, but there was a sudden bang of the front door and as my father returned to the lounge I heard him shout, "And that woman is never to come into this house again." Then I heard the word "police" mentioned and I heard my mother crying.

But, after that day, she stopped her sexual abuse and my life became fairly normal. I think all this is the reason that I now really like men - my father was my saviour, and why I am not at all keen on women - my mother was my abuser.

As I grew up I realised that, according to all the stories in the media, it was men who were supposed to be the abusers, so I made enquiries and discovered that almost two-thirds of child abuse is by women. This did not improve my opinion of them.

But enough of my dim and distant past; I have more pleasant stories of more recent years. 

I did well at school especially when I was in the charge of a male teacher. My art teacher, Mr Roberts, really encouraged me and I excelled in the subject. It's not surprising then that when I left school I applied to go to art college and was accepted. 

Being a nineteen-year-old lad away from home, I looked around for things to do in the evenings, and one day I happened to pass a fitness club. I went into the doorway and inside were some advert boards with pictures of young men with attractive bodies, doing all sorts of exercises. I'd done a bit of running that day in college and I was feeling a bit stiff, so I thought a club like this might help to keep me in good shape.

I was about to leave, when the door into the club was opened by a young man dresed in shorts and a T-shirt. He smiled at me and stood with his hands on his hips.

"Interested in joining?" he asked.

"Well... I hesitated, "I might be. I've never been in a club like this. Can you tell me a bit about it?" 

"Come into my office and I'll do just that." He held the door open for me.

We walked a short distance down a passageway and into a small office. We shook hands. "I'm Terry and I run this place," he said motioning me to an armchair to the side of his desk. 

"Hi! I'm Martin." I sat down. I looked at this pleasant young guy as he lifted a file and took something out. He seemed to be in his mid-thirties, good-looking and with a slim firm-looking body. I iinstantly found him attractive; not that there is anything unusual in that as far as me and men are concerned.

Then he handed me a folded brochure. "OK Martin, this tells you all about the club, opening times, equipment and the cost of membership. We have sessions for men, women and some mixed."

I ran my eye over the brochure. "You have quite a lot of equipment," I ventured. "And I see you have reduced rates for students. I'm glad about that."

Terry laughed. "I gather you're a student then."

"That's right. I've recently started in the art college - fine art and photography."

Terry looked more expansive and leaned forward on his desk. "Interesting! They happen to be two of my interests. In fact I attend a life class in the evenings at the college. Like a coffee?"

I accepted the offer and while we drank it we chatted about our interests.

Then Terry rose to his feet." Would you like to have a look round before you make up your mind to join?"

"I'd love to," I replied.

Terry looked at his watch. "We have a men's session on at the moment but they'll all be finished in half an hour."

He led me into the main hall which was filled with all manner of weights equipment, cycling and walking machines and so on. We passed through a small cafetria and then into a shower room where I could hear a few guys in the curtained-off showers. A small room led off this.

"This is the medical and massage room," explained Terry. "As you can iimagine, we get the odd accident and strain. I'm a qualified masseur which is quite useful. Quite a few of the guys overdo it and require a rub-down."

I smiled at him. "I know the feeling," I said.

Terry smiled back at me. "Have you been overdoing it then?"

"No, no, not really. I did a bit of running in college today and I've stiffened up. Not used to it I suppose."

By now quite a number of the men were packing their bags and leaving with shouts of "Cheers Terry. See you!" and so on.

We walked back in the direction of Terry's office where we sat down again. "Well, so what d'you think of my little club?" he smiled.

"It looks like just what I need to keep me in trim and stop me getting stiff. Yes, I'd like to join." I didn't say so, but I thought it would be worth joining to see more of this older guy.

Terry took a form from the side of his desk and handed it to me. "Just fill that in and tick the student's box. That'll give you a 25% discount on everything. I'll let you have a free trial membership for four weeks. If you decide to stay, you can pay me then."

I completed the form and handed it back. "Thanks a lot," I said. I got up to leave and my aching legs complained again. Terry noticed my grimace.

"Oh dear, you are suffering," he joked. "As you are now a member, would you like me to ease you muscles a bit?"

"That's very kind," I replied. "But it's closing time for you now. I wouldn't want..."

He brushed my objection aside with his hand. "Don't worry about closing time. I'm very often here long after everyone's gone home, tidying up and keeping records. Let's go to the massage room."

As we entered, Terry switched on the heater. "Don't want you to be cold without your clothes," he said in a matter-of-fact way. "Do you need a towel around you or do you prefer to be massaged naked?"

I smiled at him. "I'm not shy - not with a man anyway."

"Good! It's easier that way."

I was warming to Terry. He seemed a genuine sort and reminded me in a way of my father. I stripped completely and lay face down on the massage table. Being naked with this guy started to appeal to me and I felt a slight moving in my groin.

He took off his T-shirt and stood by the side of the table in his shorts pouring some oil into the palm of his hand. Then he brushed them together before spreading oil right across the tops of my shoulders. He had strong, warm hands and I started to relax immediately. Slowly he worked his way down my back spreading the oil and then up my spine working his fingers into every muscle.

He poured some more oil onto his hand and then moved down over my butt spreading the oil in little circles. His hands moved up and down my back, sometimes in swift, broad movements, sometimes slowly in little circles probing with his fingers. Then his hands moved in large circles holding my whole butt and spreading out my cheeks as his thums worked up and down my cleft.

"Now for those aching legs," he laughed. He put on more oil. "You're quite smooth Martin," he commented. "Nice and easy to oil." His hands worked round and around my upper thighs, squeezing and probing. I could feel my aches disappearing.

"Mmmmm That feels really good Terry," I said in a far away voice. I was really enjoying the attention of this guy. He worked on my calf muscles and right down to my Achilles' tendon. Then in long strokes with ever-decreasing pressure he worked right down my body ending in feather light strokes on my legs.

"How does that feel, Martin?"

"Ooooh That was really something," I replied. "I've never had a full body massage before."

"There's always a first time for everything," he replied.

"Absolutely!" I agreed.

"OK! Now if you turn over, I'll finish you off." I turned over onto my back where I could now see Terry's face. He looked me up and down. "You've got a very attractive body, Martin." he said as he rubbed his oiled hands together.

Again he started on my shoulders and up the sides of my neck, then he moved down onto my chest and abdomen. "You've got a really nice body for a young chap," commented Terry. "Your pecs and abdominals are showing quite well," he said as his fingers probed between them.

His hands swept up my naked body and down over my ribs to my waist. He gripped me tight and it felt as though he was taking possession of me. I liked the sensation. It gave me a warm glow and I felt a distinct stirring in my groin. I knew I must be showing the first signs of an erection. I noticed Terry glance down but he said nothing.

More oil and then onto my lower abdominal muscles where he continued to probe down into my pubic hair. I knew, and Terry knew that I was becoming sexually aroused.

He then worked on my legs, taking one thigh at a time into his hands and working down and up again lightly brushing the sides of my testicles and penis as he did so, almost as if by accident. My other leg followed with the same result. I knew for certain I was getting erect as my penis moved sideways and ended up on the side of my stomach.

Terry leaned over me and looked straight into my eyes. "Don't worry about getting aroused. Quite a few guys get an erection when I massage them. It's quite natural so don't worry about it."

"You're a real understanding chap," I said. "You see, I think the reason for me getting..."

"I know," he broke in. "You're gay and I'm turning you on." 

He smiled at my surprised look. "I recognised all the signs as soon as I saw you looking at the posters outside the door," he said. "I'm gay too."

I laughed. "Oh well. That's a real relief."

"And talking of relief," he said, "you need it I think." And without a word he bent over and lifted my erect penis into his mouth while he cupped my testicles with his hand. I arched my back with pleasure as I felt his tongue twirling around my member. His hard sucking made me even harder so there was no holding back now. Terry then flicked his strong tongue underneath my foresking and kept encircling the head of my penis. It nearly drove me crazy.

"Aaaaagh! That's so good," I yelled.

"All part of the service, if you'll excuse me talking with my mouth full."

With my hands above my head and my thighs spread wide, he continued to work on my naked body running the tip of his tongue up the inside of my thighs and taking each testicle into his mouth to encircle it with his probing tongue.

After a couple of minutes of this I felt on fire between my legs and I was panting and moving my head from side to side in sheer ecstacy. Terry then took a firm hold of my hard-on and once more placed it inside his mouth. He nibbled on the tip and worked his way down, then sucked really hard. I was about to explode. He increased his grip and stroked my steel-hard penis up and down as he continued to suck it. He cupped my testicles and lifted them up and bang!! I ejaculated into this mouth - once, twice, three times. His tongue continued to twirl and I realised he must have swallowed my sperm. He then took my softening penis out and licked the tip as he held back my foreskin.

My chest was rising and falling as I panted with relief. Terry put a hand on each side of the table and leaned over me close to my face. "Enjoy it?" he asked.

He smiled, then planted a kiss right on my mouth. I shot my tongue out into his and they danced together as his hands wandered all over my naked body.

"Oooooh That was really something else," I enthused. "Thanks Terry. I definitely want to join your club."