A True Story – based on fiction
Ex Spectimum
Copyright Ex Spectimum 2011
Published at Smashwords
Chapter 1 - Preliminaries
I knew nothing about sex until I was in my late teens.
I was quite a shy boy and a very late developer – my voice didn’t break and had no body hair until I was 18.
My time at boarding school had not helped. Sure, I’d taken some interest in sex – at least three times – all in my last year.
The first was when, one night I’d awoken to discover I’d slightly wet the bed and that my little dick had hardened to almost twice its size (three inches!). I had this pleasant sensation tingling round my groin but could not identify what it was all about. I assumed that this was the famous “hard-on” I’d heard all the other boys talking about – but I wasn’t sure how it had happened or how to repeat the situation.
The second was an erection competition that I watched. Four boys were sitting on two beds in the pyjamas chatting about this and that when one suddenly said, “Hey how quickly can you get your jack up?”
None of the other three was able to suggest an answer.
“Let’s have a competition. Dusty” (that was my nickname) “can time us and decide on the winner. Come on, Dusty, first one to have his whanger right up is the winner.”
With that the four of them dropped their pyjama bottoms revealing their dormant pricks. I’d seen them before in the showers and when we were dressing but lying there like sleeping sausages, each in its bed of rich pubic hair never failed to interest me.
The four of them then began to use their own method of exciting themselves.
One wet his fingers and teased the underside of his penis.
Another formed a circle with his first finger and thumb and began rubbing the whole thing up and down vigorously. It was much later I discovered that this was his method of wanking.
The third seemed to gaze into the middle distance and be lost in thought whilst the fourth stared greedily at the other three cocks – with most interest on number three which was, as if by magic, stirring in its little dark nest and beginning to stretch itself. As it moved so did number four’s.
The first dick began to swell slightly – but he was not making much headway and was, eventually declared to be in fourth place as he made no more progress than this.
The second was beginning to grow thicker and the foreskin had been pulled back to reveal its shiny red hood.
As I looked at these four beasts I realised how pathetic my little willy still looked. I yearned for the day when it would perform the miracles I was seeing before me.
Meanwhile number four’s member had moved away from his leg and was clearly supporting itself as the veins began to sand out and the foreskin drew itself back. His eyes had not left number three’s penis which was just leaving his leg and had changed form a three inch slug to a five inch cigar.
The second boy was becoming red in the face with the exertions of rubbing his dick. Although it was not fully grown it did have an interesting drip on the end of it.
Boy Three’s eyes were now firmly closed as he took himself off into the fantasy that was exciting his dick. The swelling member twitched upwards but sank again just as I was about to declare it the winner. I was amazed by the idea of being able to move my willy just like it was a finger or toe.
However there was no doubt who was wining this competition as the fourth dick was rising magnificently into the air, head glistening and veins standing out as it left his balls and stood throbbing in his lap.
“The winner!” I announced.
Boys one and three looked with disgust and their pricks started to wilt there and then.
Boy two, however, was otherwise engaged. Even though his dick was not standing on its own (as far as I could tell) his ministrations were such that he was still pumping away furiously on it.
“He’s going to cum!” boy four yelped.
With that a spurt of white fluid jetted out of the end of the second boy’s dick and flew into the lap of the winner who sat opposite him. It didn’t finish there as the one cumming grunted and continued to pump at his dick producing more spunk that ran onto his own leg.
“Oh, yes!” he exclaimed as he stopped wanking. “Oh, sorry, mate,” he said to the splattered boy.
“Don’t worry. Er, what does it taste like?” he asked.
“Eeeugh!” said Two. “You’re not going to eat his cum, are you?”
“I just wondered,” he said as he dipped his finger in the slick that had landed on his leg. He sniffed it, touched his finger with the edge of his tongue and then stuck his finger in his mouth. “It’s salty, quite pleasant.”
Each of the boys tentatively tried a taste – I noticed that boy four had seconds and thirds.
The four boys pulled up their pyjama bottoms (after Two had wiped his drooping dick with a hanky) and went about their business of getting ready for bed. It was noticeable that Four still had a raging hard-on which he made no effort to hide. Again I wondered if so much swelling of an organ made it ache – it was to be a little while before I would find the answer to this question.
The event was over in as little time as it takes to tell and was never mentioned again.
The second sexual encounter was actually several – and I can’t remember how it started.
One night the boy in the bed next to me leaned across from his bed after the lights had gone out. It was summer and was still light enough to see him. He asked, “Do you want to play a game?”
“What game?” I asked.
“Well, you see this dressing gown cord,” he produced a cord from under the covers. “Tie it around your balls.”
“Why?”
“You’ll see. Just try it.” With that he passed over the end of the cord which he had tied in the shape of a noose.
Well it took me some time to tease my miniature balls and cock through the noose and then pull it tight so it didn’t slip right off. I had to wriggle to the very edge of the bed as it was quite a short cord.
“I’ve done it,” I whispered. “Now what?”
“The other end is tied round my balls – so move back to the other side of your bed and we’ll see how far apart we can get.”
I moved back to the middle of the bed and felt the strain on my balls as the noose tightened and they were pulled away from my body.
“Lift the covers back so I can see,” he said. So I gingerly rested the sheets on my side so that the occupant of the bed the other side of me could not see what I was doing.
The other boy did the same with his covers and I could see that he had a very solid erection and that his large balls were looking angry as they were pulled away from his body.
“Don’t move,” he grunted, “In fact hold on the far side of the bed.”
I saw him do the same thing and then slowly edge backwards in the bed. There was a double effect. The first was an increasing strain on my still under-developed balls turning them and my little dick bright red and making them feel as if they were being ripped off. The second was a similar, but more dramatic, effect on his own much larger penis and gonads. He was clearly in as much pain as I was. What surprised me was that it increased the size of his erection still further.
Apart from the burning pain I was beginning to worry that some permanent damage would be done to my cock before it had time to develop into the kind of plaything that he clearly had.
As I lay there in a sweat I wondered how this was supposed to finish.
“What are you two doing?” The voice of the prefect from just beyond the other bed was enough to make us both roll on our fronts taking the covers with us.
“Nothing, why?” he asked nonchalantly.
“Just checking you’re not up to your little games again. Go to sleep.”
How he managed to lie on that pole of his without hurting himself further I don’t know.
I managed to extricate my very sore balls from the noose and, again, nothing was ever said about the incident afterwards.
My third was really only the first of many – it was when I learned how to wank.
I lay in bed one morning, having woken early, to discover the results of another wet dream – a damp patch on the bed and a hardened dick. Even in its dormant state it had now started to look a little more like other boys’ dicks in length and girth, but my groin was still as bald as a billiard ball.
I decided to examine my unusually larger tool and discovered that, like ones I’d seen before it too had thick blue veins up the side and the foreskin had rolled back to reveal the purple helmet at the end with its ridge behind which the foreskin had retreated.
Remembering how I had seen the boy in the dormitory wank I decided to try it out. I found that his two finger method did not feel comfortable and that I felt more at home taking my dick in my whole hand.
Slowly I squeezed the lower part of the shaft and pulled the foreskin back over the hood. I tried this several times and then increased the speed.
After only a few moments I felt a strange tingling sensation feed from my body into my loosely hanging bollocks. The sensation built as my balls felt electrified. The feeling then passed through to the base of my dick and I felt the tube down the middle suddenly feel as if it was on fire.
In seconds my prick exploded as a wad of cum shot out of the end. I was lying on my back and was amaze at the fact that it shot a foot into the air before landing on my chest. I kept pumping and yet more white cream flew out of the little eye at the end of my dick.
After about four of these I felt it could do no more.
I spent the next ten minutes examining the wetness, wondering whether to rub it in or if I should use the bedclothes to wipe it up. I wasn’t sure if it would stain the white sheets so eventually opted for a few paper tissues. The warm fishy smell emanating from my cum was not unpleasant and I took this in as I watched my erection very gradually flop back to its more normal size.
I wondered if I could do it again. I looked at the deflated prick and remembered the lovely sensation I’d just felt. Even the memory was enough to make it stir and I got to see it rise as the blood rushed down to expand its width and its length.
The second cumming (as it were) was not as splendid. It took longer, my dick felt a little sore and the fireworks at the end were definitely no more than a damp squib as a trickle of semen drooled out of the end.
From that morning I took opportunities whenever I could to wank myself off – it became a hobby, if not an obsession.
My fourth encounter involved the opposite sex. But, before the reader gets over-excited on my behalf, I must stress that it was my sister and had an unfortunate outcome.
Vicky was a year and a bit younger than me and also went to a boarding school – so we met only when our holidays coincided.
One evening we were both home and our parents had gone out. We sat in the living room in opposite armchairs watching television. It was some film (I forget what) which had just started getting a little bit near the knuckle. Had my parents been home there would have been red faces and declarations that it was time for a cup of tea. They weren’t so we continued watching the simulated “rumpy-pumpy” as one of my Housemasters called it.
I was suddenly aware that Vicky’s hand was straying up her quite short nightie (did I mention we were dressed for bed?). I saw her hand land firmly between her slightly parted legs and then begin to quiver.
By this point I had begun to develop hair around my dick and had more frequent hard-ons which I exercised on a nightly basis.
Ever the diplomat I asked “What are you doing?”
“Finger frigging myself, why?” I was taken aback by the reply – but my dick responded immediately within my pyjamas.
“Can I see?”
“If you must,” she replied in a bored voice. She lifted the hem of her nightie with her freehand to raise it above her waist. Two things were revealed and another thing happened. The first was the absolute forest of black hair surrounding her cunt. The second was the fact that two of her fingers were buried deep in that hidden recess. The third was the very solid erection I felt between my legs. My balls started to strain with the excitement of real sex being so close.
“I’ve never seen a fanny before – can I take a closer look?”
“You can sit on the floor between my knees – but no closer and absolutely no touching.”
I shot across the room like a ball out of a canon and nearly fell face first into her hairy muff.
“Careful!”
“Sorry.” I hunched down and had a perfect view of her hirsute erogenous zone which also gave my quivering prick room to move in my pyjama trousers. Her quite delicate fingers were dipping in and out of what I could now see was the slit of her cunt. Its moist lips swollen with the attention of her fingers parted either side of a little nub of skin.
“What’s that bit in the middle? The one you keep catching with your finger. Have you got a little willy in there?”
“That’s my clitoris – it’s the bit that gets excited. Doing this for a while will make me cum. It helps if my nipples are touched at the same time.” Saying that she undid the top two buttons of her nightie allowing the cloth to fall back and reveal her breasts.
They weren’t wonderful (by my later experiences they certainly weren’t worth writing home about) – but they were my first and I was captivated. I almost came there and then.
Her left hand slid down her right breast and found the small pink nipple. She tweaked it and pulled it about.
“Doesn’t that hurt?” I asked.
“Only in a nice way.” She continued to massage her breast and her right fingers continued their pumping motion down below.
“Oh, yesss...” she suddenly said.
“Yes, what?”
“Shut up. Yesss. Ohhh. Ahhh! Mmmff. Mmmfff. Yessssss!” The last word exploded out of her as her right hand subsided.
She slowly withdrew the fingers and I could see the glistening wet of her cum on them and surrounding her now unimpeded cunt.
“Want a taste?” she offered me her fingers.
To my eternal shame and regret I shook my head. “Do you want to see my dick?” I asked her.
“All right, I suppose so. Stand up though.”
I stood before her and undid the cord of my pyjama bottoms and they fell to the floor.
My erection (though still not massive) was big enough – you wouldn’t have wanted to be poked in the eye with it as my mother often said (but of something else, of course).
“Not bad. Show me how you jack yourself off. But I don’t want any mess on me!”
I needed no second asking. My right hand shot round my dick as left cupped my balls and I started to stroke back and forth.
“Why are you holding your bollocks? Do they hurt if they hit together?”
“No, it helps me to cum.” I didn’t really want a conversation at that point. My eyes were firmly fixed on her tits and on the black triangle at her crotch.
It was only a matter of seconds before I felt that familiar tingle and the build up as I was about to blow.
Without thinking I let rip and a large gobbet of spunk flew straight at her face – followed swiftly by a stream of cum that landed on her bare breasts.
“You mucky bugger!” Vicky screamed – her leg shot up in the air and caught me right in the now totally unguarded knackers. I screamed too as knocking me out of the way as she dashed from the room to the bathroom.
When she returned a few minutes later I was back in my chair, my tool tucked away, my throbbing balls clutched in my hand and tears streaming down my face.
“That’s the last time you ever do anything like that!” she exclaimed and stomped off to bed.
Chapter 2 - My Aunt’s fanny
All this, of course, was a prelude to the main event – fucking a girl.
That happened when I least expected it – and with someone I had not considered a likely recipient of my first fucking.
We had a family wedding in a posh hotel and it was decided that the family would stay overnight. When the rooms were organised I ended up with an attic room of my own. It was quite a tiny room.
The night before the wedding the extended family congregated and made merry in the bar. Amongst the relations was Aunty June. She was the wife of Uncle Graham (my mother’s youngest brother). I suppose she was in her early thirties – an ancient age to one in their late teens. But I was very conscious of the fact that she was a fit looking lady. She had a neat face with short straight blonde hair and, beneath a small snub nose a mouth that has always fascinated me. It wasn’t that it was big (although it wasn’t small) it was the fact that it was framed with the most luscious lips I’ve ever seen. I readily recalled her rather sloppy, but surprisingly enjoyable, kisses that I’d received over the years on meeting and departing. I’d always felt that they were, somehow, a little bit more than they should be. Built for comfort rather than speed she curved in all of the right places without too much excess anywhere else. The result was tits to die for and that evening she was wearing a low-cut top that had me trying to look everywhere except down it, which was quite difficult as she had hemmed me into a corner at the table.
She spent quite a lot of the evening talking to me asking all the right aunty-type questions until she suddenly asked, in a much quieter voice, “Now then, Dusty, have you had your first taste of sex?”
I wasn’t a hundred per cent sure I’d heard her right – but she repeated the question, “Have you been to bed with a girl yet? You’re not queer are you?” she added suddenly. “Not that I have any problem with gays.”
“No, I’m not gay,” I replied, possibly a little too quickly.
“What about the other question – has your Derek visited any Katies yet?” Her accompanying looks and surreptitious hand signals left me in doubt as to what she was asking.
“Not yet,” I replied colouring.
“Well, the night is young, and so are you,” she replied and then turned to Uncle Graham the other side of her and started another conversation.
I thought no more about what she’d said until I got to bed. I’d undressed and slipped on my pyjama bottoms and was just about to get into bed when there was a knock at the door.
When I opened it I was surprised to see Aunty June quickly looking up and down the corridor. She shot past me into the room before I could say anything.
“Well shut the door – we’re not selling tickets.”
I found her way of talking disconcerting – but not as bewildering as her next move.
She sat on the bed and said, “Come over here, Dusty. No, right over here, stand where I can see you.”
Reluctantly I stood almost with my toes touching hers.
“I think it’s time your Derek was introduced to his first Katy.” I really did not know what she was talking about and had forgotten her earlier mention of these bizarre names – I suppose it was a way of referring to unmentionable parts without using medical or vulgar words.
“Now would you like a closer look at my twins?” Just as I was thinking that she was mad she began to undo her blouse.
Now I’d already got a pretty good view of her tits but removing the blouse showed that there was yet more to see. Her slightly too small white lacy bra barely held the lower portion of her breasts allowing her large brown areolas to peer over the front. She put her hands beneath her bosom and jiggled her tits causing a wave to flow over them.
“Want to see more of the twins?” she asked and reached back thrusting her breasts forward as she undid the clasp at the back. The flimsy cloth fell away as her tits sagged onto her body and then bounced slightly.
Having only had Vicky’s to compare against these looked gigantic – but well-proportioned.
“Want to feel them?” she asked running her hands over her ample bosom. “Oh, I can see you do.” She was looking directly at my crotch where my cock was pushing the material out clearly indicating my erection. “I’ll take care of Derek in a minute, come on.”
With that she grabbed my hands and rubbed them quite vigorously around her tits. I was amazed by how soft they felt and what a contrast there was as my hands passed over her nipples which were standing very erect like two small thimbles.
“Does that feel good?”
I nodded dumbly as I started to take control of my hands squeezing the squishy fat of each tit in turn – I had a sudden overwhelming desire to bury my face in them.
“My we are enjoying the view, aren’t we?” she said looking at the damp patch forming on the front of my dark pyjama bottoms. “Don’t stop, dear – never mind what I’m doing.”
As she spoke she ran her hands up and down my hips before suddenly grasping the material and yanking my trousers down. My dick caught on the material, was pulled down and then shot up to a position above horizontal as it was released.
“Step closer, I want to give Derek a kiss.” I eased forward giving myself a freer range over her breasts and suddenly aware that my dick was inches away from her mouth. I remembered the last time I’d been this close to a girl with my prick exposed and tried to move back.
“Don’t you dare! I want to see and feel all of it.” She then brought her mouth to within a few centimetres of my pulsating prick – that juicy pair of lips I’d admired so much was a breath away from my dick. Her mouth looked so welcoming I felt the overwhelming desire to thrust myself straight in.
She ran those wet lips up and down the length of my erection before delicately flicking out her tongue catching the end of my dick and wiping off the pre-cum that had formed there. Before I could recover from the surprise the tongue was out again concentrating on the hood of my dick which she swirled around her tongue so expertly.
Meanwhile I gave my mind to the acres of tit I’d been let free on and, in particular, those two curious irregularities that were her nipples. The brown areas were larger than fifty pence pieces and they were pock marked with what looked like mini nipples – but nothing in comparison to the actual teats that stood so proudly. I remembered Vicky’s comment about teasing them and tweaked each protuberance in turn. Her little winces of pain gave me a feeling of dominance that I rather liked – but not as much as the sensations she was causing in my dick.
She had moved on from licking the end to running her tongue up and down the shaft. One hand was playing with my balls, tripping them up and down and rolling them through her fingers. I had no idea where her other hand was – although I would find out soon enough.
In a sudden move her succulent mouth opened and she enclosed my erection in her mouth – the warm wet enveloping feeling nearly made me cum. She clamped her lips around the base of my dick and slowly – oh so slowly – pulled back away from me before moving forward again – she was mouth wanking me.
It took only four movements before I felt a trembling sensation that began in my feet, ran up my legs, tingled through my balls and erupted into her mouth. There was nothing I could do to stop it and it was a blessed release. I prepared for the outrage I’d had from Vicky and then realised that far from being disgusted she was sucking my dick like a lollipop making sure that she got every tiny bit of semen out of my erection.
“How was that?” she asked as my dick finally slurped out of her mouth.
“Yes,” I said, letting go of her mammaries and preparing to pull my trousers back up.
“Oh no, you’re not done yet, my lad. Now it’s my turn before Derek finally gets to poke Katy.”
I discovered where her other hand had been – under the waist of her skirt and playing with herself.
“Now let me get comfortable,” she said as she swung her legs onto the bed, raised her backside and shucked down her skirt and panties in one move.
Again I was in for a surprise – where Vicky had had a dense undergrowth of pubic hair Aunty June was totally bald. I could immediately see the crease of her cunt and the puffy glistening lips where she had been exercising her fingers.
“Now I want you to kneel between my knees, put your hands on the twins and kiss Katy.”
I gingerly got between her legs becoming aware of the sweet aroma from between her legs. I felt a little silly and also felt that, as I’d cum, all this should be over and we could get on with life. As my hands felt her soft tits and my mouth drew close to her damp fanny my cock had other ideas – there was life in the old dog yet. I learned a valuable lesson – which is that it’s not over until...well, until it’s over.
I tentatively touched the pink skin near her cunt lips with the tip of my tongue and tasted the slightly salty flavour of her juices. She jumped slightly as I made contact. I soon discovered that the slightest little touch here and there around her fanny made her squirm. Whilst my mouth was busy kissing her cunt my hands were kneading her pliable breasts.
After some careful licking around her cunny I decided to take the plunge and my tongue dived straight into her lower mouth. The space was soft but rough – rather like her nipple areas – whilst also being very damp. I soon found her clitoris – a pert nub of flesh nestling between the lips of her cunt.
By now my dick had revived itself and was throbbing to follow my mouth – but even I, in my virgin haste, knew that I must not be too quick. My experience in her mouth has shown that a hair-trigger orgasm was not the fun a properly anticipated one would be.
I darted around her fanny dipping in and around it with little organisation and not letting her know where the next kiss or lick would land. I then started my long trek north.
Firstly across the broad desert of her surprisingly taut tummy, and then on, around her fascinating little navel cavity towards the beckoning hills of her breasts.
I nibbled my way around the lower part of each breast in turn feeling their softness and roundness. Gradually I homed in on her left nipple. Circling it slowly with my tongue I marvelled as I saw the soft brown teat gradually become more erect. My tongue ran over the nipple area as I flicked the now solid little nub. I could hear Aunty June issuing very light whimpering sounds. In a single move I captured the teat in my mouth and pressed my face full against the pliable smoothness of her mammary. As I flicked the teat with my tongue I also lightly bit the area around it causing more interesting noises to come from my mother’s sister-in-law.
After a while of wandering around her tits I finally plucked up the courage to take the final step towards her face. I wanted to feel her kiss me properly on the mouth – not the slightly slobbering pecks I had on the cheek.
As I lowered my mouth towards hers I noticed that she wore no lipstick – the redness was for real. My mouth touched against hers and I felt as if I was falling right into her throat. Our lips tangled and fought each other as my hands remained on her breasts and I was aware of the nearness of my dick to her cunt.
“Turn over,” she suddenly said as she managed to free her mouth.
“Mmm?”
“On your back.” Aunty June pushed and I rolled over with her following me. “Now, let’s see what you’re made of.”
With that she suddenly knelt allowing my dick to stand up like a submarine’s periscope. She shuffled slightly and one hand went between my legs and began to cup my balls and lightly squeeze them.
“Time for Derek and Katy to play.” She then took my erection in her hand and guided it towards the Promised Land of her slick cunt. She gently rubbed the head of my dick along her pussy lips, back and forth mixing my pre-cum with her own juices before introducing it into the entrance to her fanny.
She leaned forward, keeping my dick on the threshold of her sex, letting her tits hang down towards my face. They seemed much bigger this way up and the nipples brushed against my cheeks while she turned left and right slightly to run them across my mouth. I tried catching the teats as they passed managing only a slight slurp every so often – but thoroughly enjoying the chase.
Slowly she lowered herself onto me. I felt the shaft of my dick enter her deep warm passage.
I tried to buck a little in order to create some friction and feel like I was fucking her rather than being swallowed by her cunt. She had other ideas and moved herself slowly, so slowly, up and down my shaft. She rose almost to the point of it slipping out before gobbling me up again.
She did this so carefully I felt as if I was going to explode. My hands had found her swinging boobs and were feeling their weight and kneading them.
Still she rose and fell with precise lazy moves.
Suddenly she sat back, I had a perfect view of her tangled hair around her face, her pink breasts with their dark eyes staring at me and, between her thighs, the base of my hair dick buried deep inside her baby bald quim.
Once more she ran her hands down to her cunt and traced around the root of my erection before diving below and giving my balls another hard squeeze.
“Now Derek can spit in Katy’s eye.” She slowly rolled onto her side, I followed (rather than have my swollen knob break off) until I was on top of her once more. “Go for it, Tiger.”
I needed no second telling. Furiously I pumped my prick in and out of her pussy – I took care not to pull back too far and pop out – and it was only a matter of moments before I felt that familiar sensation of my balls pulsating and a throb of cum shooting up my dick straight into the depths of her cunt. It was quickly followed by four more equally ferocious gushes – it felt like a torrent was being unleashed into her fanny.
I collapsed on her heaving breasts, exhausted.
“Good boy, well done,” she tousled my head like a four year old. “But next time you need to be in a bit less of a rush – I was here too you know. Now roll off, you may be small but you are quite bony in places – and I don’t just mean in the Derek department.”
I rolled off her and felt my dick leave her cunt with a sloshing noise – it felt cold and wet suddenly back out in the air.
“I hope you enjoyed that, Dusty – but do remember, it means nothing and I don’t want you to ever refer to what we’ve just done! And I mean ‘ever’!”
Her voice had become deadly serious as she, in a businesslike way put her clothes back on and disappeared out of the door. I could almost have thought I’d dreamt it except for the puddle of cum and cunny juice collected around my wilting dick.
I don’t know how long I laid there before I finally dropped off to sleep.
When I saw Aunty June the next day I looked at her in a very different way – I was devastated when she and Uncle Graham announced that they were going to go straight home after the ceremony – any thoughts I’d had of repeat performance that night were well and truly dashed.
Chapter 3 - The girl who talked too much
The events preceding the wedding kept me with a smile on my face for well over a week. But, having drunk at the well of good fortune, my only desire was to revisit it. Aunty June was out of the running – my only aim in life was to see who I could fuck next.
I would be going about my daily life and any female I saw I’d ask myself, “Would you fuck her?” The answer, more often than not, was yes.
I noticed that when I met women I forgot to look at their faces – I was too busy mentally undressing them.
My opportunity came sooner than I expected and from an entirely unexpected quarter.
It was a wet Wednesday afternoon and I’d popped down the road to see a friend, Patrick, and his father as they’d said they were going to go fishing and had invited me along.
Unfortunately I’d been held up at home with a row with my mother about tidying rooms and things and I was a good half hour late when I arrived at Patrick’s house.
“Hello, Dusty, you’ve just missed them,” Patrick’s twin sister, Patricia answered the door. Patricia was a petite 18 year old with dark hair and dark eyes. I hadn’t seen her for a little while and rack-radar swung into immediate operation spotting her well-shaped breasts tightly encased in a blue tee shirt. I could see at a glance that she had no bra on and was immediately aware of her nipples straining against the thin cloth. Her skin-tight jeans accentuated her lower shape and I noticed that she was one of those girls whose legs don’t appear to meet at the top – there is daylight even with their legs tight together. “You’d better come in out of that rain.”
I returned from my assessment with a slight start. “Oh, maybe I’d better go back home, then.”
“No, stay and keep me company – I was doing a jigsaw – maybe you could help me.”
One look at the rain (and another at Patricia) told me that I’d be stupid not to accept her offer.
I went in and she took me to the two-seater sofa by the half-done jigsaw puzzle on the coffee table. The pieces seemed to be mainly greens and blues and comprised a sea scene.
She sat down and leaned over the table, patting the seat beside her, “Come and sit here and help me, Dusty.”
I sat next to her and attempted to pay attention to the mess of coloured pieces whilst being overwhelmed by the closeness of her body.
“This puzzle is really getting on my tits,” she suddenly announced sitting back into the sofa.
I gulped at the movement and couldn’t stop myself from looking the part of her anatomy so affected by the puzzle.
“Oops, sorry, did I say a rude word? I’m not supposed to say ‘tits’ in the house. My parents are very funny about words. They even object to anyone saying a ‘cock-up’ or a ‘balls-up’. Can you understand that?”
I shook my head dumbly.
“It seems to me that they are only words. Last time I banged my hand on the corner of the table I said ‘fuck’ and my mother told me it wasn’t ladylike. I don’t understand that. Surely fucking is very ladylike. Isn’t it?”
I didn’t reply, wondering where this conversation was going.
“Well isn’t it?”
“Yes, I supposed it is.”
“These things are all part of us, we don’t mind saying hand, face, talk and eat –so why should anyone object to cunt, balls, wank and cum?”
“Er, I don’t know.” I was finding it hard to know where to look and hoped the subject could change quickly.
“The same goes for doing these things – why can we drink in front of strangers but have to screw in private?”
“I’ve no idea.”
“It seems wrong to me that you aren’t allowed to just say to someone, ‘Do you fancy a quick blow-job?’ if it’s what you want.”
I don’t know where it came from but I blurted out, “So, do you fancy a quick blow-job?”
“No. But I could do with a long hard fuck – are you game?”
I gulped again – not a thing I’m used to doing – but then suggestions like that don’t come thick and fast (although I nearly did just at the thought).
“I can see you’re interested – you’re clearly getting an erection,” she observed looking at my crotch. “Let’s do it here. What would you like me to do?”
“Well, er, you could take your top off,” I suggested. “Let the dog see the rabbit.” I was warming to the situation.
She had the tee shirt over her head and off in a flash. Her boobs were all they promised. Neat seems an odd word but it describes their tight roundness perfectly. Her small pink nipples glowed at their centres and the tabs stood clearly to attention.
As my hands approached she said, “Not so fast – this is a two way street. Let’s have your top off too.”
I struggled out of my tee-shirt and her eyes lit up. “Ooh, you’ve got some hairs on your chest.”
I hadn’t expected any kind of excitement about my five and half lonely whiskers so was a little taken aback by her excitement.
“It might be easier,” I tentatively suggested, “if we both lost all our clothes?”
“Good idea.” With that she sprang up and started undoing her skin-tight jeans. As a strip-show it was awful – she was too quick – but as a means of instant gratification it was excellent. No sooner had she eased her jeans off than she shrugged off her skimpy blue thong revealing a neat little dark lawn between her legs. “And yours.”
A little less quickly, as I was too busy taking in the view, I removed my shoes, socks and jeans. My erection was making its presence clear in my Y-fronts and I was suddenly overcome with embarrassment at revealing the extent of my excitement.
“Doesn’t that hurt?” she asked pointing at my bulging pants.
“No, it just feels tight.”
“Well, what was it you said about dogs seeing rabbits?”
I slipped off my knickers and stood with my dick out straight in front of me.
“Ooh, I’m looking forward to this,” she said licking her lips.
I had a sudden thought, “We can’t do this – it’s not safe.”
“No one will be home for hours.”
“No, I meant, you know, safe sex.”
“We’re in luck. I’ve been on the Pill since I was eleven – it helped to sort out my irregular periods. So it’s safe to fuck me.”
“What about, you know, germs...” I said lamely.
“Germs? Oh, STDs – you have to have had sex to get those, so I can’t have any, what about you?”
“You’re a virgin?” I asked.
“Yes – is that a problem?”
“No.”
“Are you?” I was beginning to feel very strange having this conversation in the nude with a naked girl – particularly as my dick was clearly ready for another kind of intercourse.
“No – but I am clean.”
“Right, well let’s get on with it. Bring that prick over here where I can have a proper look at it.”
We stood together and my hands explored her boobs whilst her fingers roamed around my dick and balls.
“These are quite fun,” she said playing my bollocks across her fingers. I wasn’t sure that I liked the running commentary – but she obviously wasn’t going to shut up. “Do you like my nipples, they’re a bit small but they seem to suit my tits.”
“They’re fine.”
“Show me how to wank you off. I know I’ve got to grab your dick and pull – but is it like this?” She encircled my engorged dick and gently pulled the foreskin forward as far as it would go before releasing it and then repeating the exercise.
“Yes, but don’t let go.”
“Show me.”
I guided her small hand back and forth a few times until she got the rhythm by which time I was back on her breasts running my fingers lightly across the soft skin and forming circles around her tiny nipples.
I suddenly felt that her hand ministrations were becoming too effective and put my hand on hers to stop her.
“What’s the problem?” I forgot the talking bit.
“You’ll make me cum too soon.”
“I don’t want that – I want to feel the full force of your ejaculation inside my cunt. What should I do?”
“Just don’t be quite so efficient.”
“When are you going to leave my tits alone and start fingering my pussy?”
“Er, now if you like.”
“I like. I’ll lie down on the sofa her and open my legs so you can get at it properly.”
She lay down; promptly spread her legs and dark red lips of her cunt were suddenly very accessible. They were much more fulsome than Aunt June’s had been, but they clearly glistened with the expectation of sex.
I knelt on the floor by the sofa, my head close to her perfumed garden. I could not resist the desire to bury my face deep in her sex.
“Ooh, what are you doing? Am I going to get some fellatio?”
I don’t know if you’ve tried to talk with a mouthful of fanny, but it’s neither easy nor top of my list of things to do. I ignored the question and saw no reason to point out that fellatio can only be practiced on men. Instead I rubbed my face through her pubic hair feeling the slick of her cunt as it wiped across my cheeks. I gave playful bites around her fuckhole before delicately slipping my tongue in and out of the enticing slit.
The salty taste of her excitement drove me to find the nub of her sex and the tease it with my tongue before diving deep into her cunt and forming a seal around her opening and kissing a and sucking her lower mouth.
“I like that, don’t stop. Tickle my clit a bit more and then keep sticking your tongue down my cunt – it’s a really good feeling.”
I was getting ready for the main event so I gave one more slurp around her cunny before kneeling on the sofa between her legs.
“Are you going to fuck me now?” she asked.
“Yes.” I saw no point in making a conversation of it.
“Let me see your dick – I want to watch it go in.”
She sat forward slightly as I introduced the end of my knob to her cunny lips. I slowly rubbed the end up and down her slit a few times until everything was wet with her juices and my pre-cum before gently easing my dick into the entrance of her cunt.
“Will all that go in there?” she asked, suddenly concerned.
I didn’t answer – I just kept slowly pressing forward until my dick was half way in. I seemed to come to a stop – this had not happened with Aunt June.
“You’ve reached my hymen – you’ll have to go through that. Try not to hurt me too much.”
I found this very disconcerting – but the desire for sex is sometimes stronger than reason.
I withdrew slightly and pushed my prick right into her cunt in one smooth movement. I felt something give and she whimpered.
“Don’t stop – you’re in,” she sighed.
I took my weight on my arms so I could see my dick as I did press-ups pushing in and out of her. Her cunt was much tighter than Aunt June’s and my dick reacted faster than I’d intended. After only a few strokes I felt that whoosh from my loins through my balls and along my prick as I came into her taut little pipe. It felt like an express train rushing through my cock crashing into her inner recesses.
I sank down and rested my head on her breasts which had pooled themselves to almost nothing on her chest.
“Was that it?” she asked.
“Well, yes.”
“Oh. It was nice – but it hurt a bit. I suppose it won’t hurt next time though.”
“Probably not.”
“Do you want a glass of lemonade?”
“Not just for a minute.” I eased up and slid my dick out of her cunt with a slight sloshing sound. In the shine of sex goo on my dick I caught sight of a little red.
“We’d better clear this off before it stains the sofa,” she had also seen the blood slick. She squirmed out from under me and was across the room and into the kitchen in an instant.
She came back unselfconsciously wiping her cunt with one tissue and offering me the other.
“Let me do it,” she said.
She knelt where I had been before and gently wiped my wilting dick removing all the stickiness.
“Can we do it again?” she asked.
“I don’t see why not.”
“Right, how about I suck you off first?”
“What, now?”
“Yes, when did you mean?”
“I don’t know.” I’d been thinking a couple of hours hence or on another day. However the idea of her small mouth encircling my dick brought some life back into the dying organ.
She rested her chin on my groin next to my stirring prick. I could feel her breath as she gently blew over my balls.
“How do I do this?”
“Try some little licks around my bits...”
“You mean your cock or your balls or both?”
“Both. When I get bigger take me into your mouth and do what you did with your hand.”
“You’re funny.”
“Why?”
“Because you seem to avoid using the names of your sex organs. Why can’t you call your knob ‘a knob’ and your bollocks ‘bollocks’ (or whatever words you prefer?) At least we’d know what we were talking about. I don’t see why people have to...”
“Look, can you give it a rest and get on with the blowjob?” I surprised myself at how forceful I was but I didn’t want another discussion on semantics – not just now.
“Okay, so I blow on your dick like this..... Oooh, it’s stirring like I just woke it up. Are you doing that, or is it doing it itself?”
“Itself. This is me,” I added twitching my dick a couple of times so it jumped slightly in my lap and lolled off my balls and pointed directly at her whilst still not having enough oomph to lift off from my groin.”
“I like that, do it again.”
I did, a few more times. The proximity of her face ensured that it lifted further on each occasion and, when it fell back, it supported its own weight slightly.
“The foreskin is crawling back and the shiny head is starting to appear.” Her running commentary was adding to my excitement – for once I didn’t want her to stop talking – though I hoped she wasn’t going to keep on talking once she had her mouth full. “The head is quite big now and its go a funny ridge underneath – I could feel that rubbing inside my cunt when you were fucking me earlier. Let me have a go at the blow-job.”
I had a sudden panic, bearing in mind how literally she took most things, “You know that you’re going to suck, not blow, don’t you?”
“No, I thought I had to blow down the hole like inflating a balloon.”
“No, it’s called a blowjob but you really suck – use your mouth like your hand – or like your, er, cunt.”
“Oh, it’s a face fuck.”
“If you like.”
“I like.” With that she put her lips to the end of my now engorged dick lightly kissed it, then took it into her mouth and proceeded to wank me off using her lips. Her strokes were long and languid and it was only a matter of minutes before I felt I was going to cum and arrested her head just as she was at the top of her stroke.
“What’s the matter, am I doing it wrong?”
“No, you’re doing it too well. I’m going to cum again.”
“I’d like to see that. Let me give you a hand job so I can see how high you can spurt your cum.” She circled her fingers and continued the actions of her mouth – her face almost up against my dick.
I felt the shuddering begin in my legs.
“Are you cumming? You’re twitching.” She slowed her stroke down further but made it longer so that her hand went from the very base of my prick to the hood, almost letting go before moving back down again. It was an agony of expectation. My whole body began to shake; my backside rose from the sofa as if to avoid losing contact with her fingers.
With a sudden flood I felt a rush of spunk up my cock and the end exploded once more.
“That hit me in the face!” she exclaimed – but she did not lose her rhythm – she continued to jerk me off causing more creamy jets of cum to fly out of the end of my dick. From where I was it felt like one of the fountains in Trafalgar Square – but that’s probably a slight exaggeration – however I did cum and cum and cum until I was exhausted. She had now moved so that she was positioned over my cock and the gobbets were hitting her chest and face. Every time her hand went down another stream of spunk flew out and either splattered on her face or boobs. My dick was getting sore. I didn’t know I had so much cum in me – I’d certainly never produced so much at one wanking before.
“It’s stopped – is there no more?”
“No.”
“I’ve got in on my cheeks and running down my tits. I bet it’s good for your skin.” With that she began to rub my cum into her chest making lazy circles around her nipples. “It’s certainly cool but it tastes warm and salty.” She was dipping her fingers in the puddles on her face and sucking her finger in the same way as she had just sucked my dick.
Suddenly she jumped up. “Was that a car? Oh my God, they’re home!”
She jumped of the sofa and grabbed her clothes. “Quick, go the downstairs loo and get your clothes back on. I’m off upstairs.”
She shot up the stairs and I went, where she’d pointed, to the toilet to clean myself and get dressed. My ardour had gone and it only took a few minutes to get back into my jeans, tee shirt and socks – I’d left my shoes by the sofa.
I’d got myself back on the chair looking as nonchalant as I could by the time Patrick and his dad came into the room.
“Where’s Patsy?” Patrick asked.
I tried to look surprised by her absence. “Dunno, I think she popped to the loo.”
This was followed by some discussion of how successful the fishing had been before Patricia made her appearance looking as if butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth. The merest thought of what had melted in her mouth gave me the beginning of another hard-on and so I beat a hasty retreat.
Chapter 4 - Three’s not a crowd
Although I tried to find myself alone with Patricia again it was not to be. The opportunity never arose and she left for university shortly afterwards.
I was seeing a girl called Emily at that time – just going out and the odd kiss and fumble above the belt: pleasant but not inspiring. She was quite a big girl, long blonde hair, in all the right places, and I was dying for a proper, uninterrupted exploration of her fulsome body. The proper time and place never seemed to come together.
Emily was not as keen on “going all the way” as she insisted on putting it but I always got the impression she would warm to the idea when she got started. She’d already told me she wasn’t a virgin as she’d had a short, but apparently tempestuous affair with and older man – until her step-mother found out.
One day I got a phone call from her that confirmed my suspicions. “Dusty, I’ve found the perfect place.”
“For what?” Out of the blue I had no idea what she was talking about.
“Loving up.” (Her term for sex. Sometimes I missed Patricia’s open use of the language – I was never in any doubt about misunderstanding her.)
“Oh. Where?” I was suddenly very interested, “and when?”
“Our cellar, almost any time. It has its own entrance hidden from the front of the house and dad did it all up before he did a runner. What’s more it’s completely soundproof.”
“How do you know?”
“I took a radio down there, turned it on full blast and stood in the garden and the living room and I couldn’t hear a thing. What’s more mother won’t go down there – she says it was ‘his’ lair and she wants nothing to do with it.”
“So, when?”
“How about tomorrow afternoon, she goes to have her nails done at one and, although she’ll be in from two-ish she goes out again about four. That gives us plenty of opportunity to get in there and come out without being spotted.”
“Okay, so I’ll see you at your place tomorrow at one.”
“Make it one fifteen to give her time to have gone. Love you, see you then.”
Emily’s mother had disappeared when Emily was a baby and her father had re-married. In the ensuing divorce he had told them that they were “welcome to each other”. I’d never met Emily’s step-mother (Emily had made sure of that) but the impression I got, from what she said, was that she was getting on a bit and a bit of a dragon so I wasn’t in a rush to see her.
The next twenty four hours were murder. Every time I thought about the following afternoon I started to imagine my voyage of discovery around planet Emily and what we could do in their cellar. Keeping my cock under control was proving difficult and I was having to make sure that I did not produce a tell-tale damp patch through my trousers.
That night I had a glorious wank dreaming of Emily’s large, milky white tits and the crevice between her legs that I would be exploring the next day.
Eventually one fifteen arrived and I was outside Emily’s gate. I saw her emerge for some bushes towards the back of the large detached house and beckon me. I dashed across the lawn and joined her. She was wearing a plaid shirt, open at the neck giving a hint of her cleavage and a skirt that was probably slightly too short for her but certainly showed off her not inconsiderable thighs.
“Did anyone see you?”
“No, I’m sure they didn’t.”
“Well, mum’s out and the cellar is ours.” She produced a key and went towards a door set at the bottom of a short flight of stairs. She unlocked the door and I followed her into the dark room beyond. As the door closed she flicked on the light and I was pleasantly surprised to discover that it looked like a very ordinary room, carpets, painted walls and a large number of cushions in one corner as the only furniture. There was also a small sink against one wall and a flight of steps up to a door at one end.
“Where does that go?” I asked indicating the door.
“It leads into the house – but it’s never used, it’s locked and I doubt whether it would even open. So, lover, what are we going to do?” her voice sounded seductive as she went towards the cushions.
“First you can take off that shirt.”
“Did you bring the things?”
“The johnnies – yes,” I took two small pack out of my pocket – I’d had to wait an age in the toilets in the local pub until I’d been alone and able to buy two condoms for £2.
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