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A Girls Journey To Womanhood. By Frida free porn video
Your parents splitting up can be a traumatic experience for some c***dren and I place the emphasis on the word some, because for me, it was an enlightening experience, you see, I was just f******n and on the cusp of womanhood.
I was at the crossroads where my brain was at odds with my physical being, my brain being disciplined with the rules and the laws of men, and my body, maturing into the pleasurable edifice of men, that thin sliver of ages, that induce the most sexual pleasure most men crave, fine wisps of hair, referred to as 'bum fluff', a soft downy atop my pubis, like the colour attracting bees, my pubis containing the delicate folds of moistened flesh, a virgin path to be trodden by man's cock, a primeval urge to force their way inside my body and watch as my eyes reflect my acceptance of his dominance to receive his seed and fertilize my egg, and all before I blow out the candles on my fifteenth birthday.
There are a long list of words to describe men who take that innocence from a girl, my uncle once said to me, 'Seeing you naked is more powerful than taking Viagra', I was younger back then, and he was masturbating me as I lay in my bed, as naked as he said, pushing a finger into my mouth and then up my pussy, to rub the small rough area I called, 'My uncle's spot', as I lay on my side and held his cock between the pillows of my bared ass.
I remember the powerful feeling of my first orgasm and the heat of his semen forcing its way between my labia to coat his finger moving inside me, uncle was such a man as previously referred to, he was not going to surrender my innocence to an outsider, the pleasure of my budding breasts, cupcakes with delicate swollen nipples that even hardened and swelled with the feathery touch of cotton, too small for the lace or silk coverings of adult women, 'Best left naked for the visual stimulation of old men', something I did on a regular basis to get what I wanted, if my small protuberances were just rewards for men to wank off to, so be it, as I first learned the day I went to spend my pocket money in the local sweet shop, run by a kind man from the Sub Continent.
I had entered his shop with it's large glass window in the door and the sun behind me, outlining my form beneath my dress, as I stood looking at the wonderment of sugar and candy, not knowing as yet, that he viewed me as 'eye candy', especially that summer, as I only wore a pair of panties under my summer dress.
We were perfectly alone as I stepped forward and knelt down to see the colourful array of delicate flavourings, piled high to tempt the juices of my saliva laden mouth, when I noticed the strange object being jerked through the opened slider, which held my attention, like some primeval knowledge, buried deep inside my girlish Psyche, I watched and listened to his sounds of pleasure, saw the white liquid fill the cup of his palm and even more so as he reached into the showcase and let me point to the biggest and best sweet there, dip it into and coat from his still warm liquid, and put it into my mouth, where I eagerly gobbled it up, like a salty chocolate, he fed me until all his liquid was gone.
On my fifteenth, he gave me a box of delicate chocolates and fifty pounds, and in return I siphoned his semen directly into my mouth via a blowjob, by now, his taste from that first day some six years earlier, was a common as any other liquid I swallowed.
Knowing what excited him as I stood in front of that pane glass door with its light streaming though and exposing my nakedness under the simple layer of cotton, I chose to wear, kneeing down in such an indecent exposure to let him see the untouchable of holiest holes, I eventually learned to time my entrance and turn the sign back to 'closed', and walk the once forbidden path to behind where he stood, dropping my dress on the way, and give him a hand job and rub his semen into my stomach until as if he never shot anything onto my body.
I pulled my dress back on and was handed a bag of chocolates and twenty pounds, and went to school as such, imagining his little spermatozoon trying to get to my magical opening between my legs, as i sat savoring the sweets and the drinking in the chlorinated smell of his cum between my fingers, yes little girls are all sugar and spice and all things nice and we knew it back then, pulling out the elastic of our knickers to let boys see us and older men to shoot their cum down onto it, our pussy's.
The transition is complete when you yourself, start to make those important decisions to pleasure men, such as I did with a neighbour I had grown up with, but never once thought we would become intimate in my formative teens.
His wife was a good friend of my mothers and we would from time to time take tea with her and mother and she would chat while her husband, a retired TV repair man, would tinker around with spare parts and point out things electronic to my ignorant head.
What I found I liked about his, was when he spoke he gave me a buzz in my head, like a soothing tone that feels really nice, the sort of voice that hypnotists have and yes it did have sexual overtones, for me at least.
Then on day she passed away, it was sudden and I began to see less and less of him, as mother stopped visiting and we no longer dropped in for a cup of tea and every time I past his front door, I wondered if he was still tinkering around with his electronic bits.
Almost a year had passed and I was coming downstairs when to my surprise I saw him out on the landing retrieving his milk. I was suddenly elated and called out to him, bidding him good morning, and when he stood upright holding his milk, and he turned, his house coat opened to reveal his naked body underneath.
He was completely unawares he was indecently exposing himself to a schoolgirl, and I was too fascinated by his size to say anything, instead, doing what any girl of my age would do in such an incident, I took my phone and took a photo of it, sorry, of him with it predominately in the forefront.
He was genuinely happy to see me after all this time, even though it was still under a year, he remarked who much I had grown up since our last meeting.
I had to close the gap between us to continue down stairs to catch my bus, but as I did I could not resist to reach in and grab his dick, which I did if just to draw his attention to his accidental exposure.
I took him between my fingers and gave him a little shake, 'Better keep him tucked in otherwise he will catch a cold', I said as only a naughty girl could, jocularly and looking back with open eyes, smiling widely, to show no harm, and said, catch you later', with a naughty concatenation, hinting at better things to come.
'When', he called back as I disappeared down the stair, 'I'll be back around five', I called back up, not looking back as I said it and not fully realizing I had, it was only later on the bus I had done so, and the ghost like feeling of his penis in my hand lingered, so much so I had to go to the bathroom later that day and relieve not just my audacious grope of the poor man, but the impending meeting I offered at five, it suddenly dawned on me I was offering my feminine services in a very sexual way and it excited me.
The bus home arrived by four thirty, and I found myself sitting around in the park opposite, waiting for the clock to time my arrival at five. I felt sick in a very sexual way, my knees were weak, my legs shook, my pussy was wet and my nipples like hard pebbles, I was in a term, if there is such a term, 'all sexed up'.
I could feel this incredible sexual feeling like I had never before as I neared our houses, I knew if he was there, waiting on me, I would go with him and the inevitable was going to happen, we would fuck and if the truth be told I was wanting it to happen, I had deep down been building up to this, it wanted to be taken to bed and fucked before mother served dinner to her now de-virginized daughter, I wanted to be a woman who know knew what it felt like to have a man's cock moving around inside her, pleasuring her, as in every girls right of passage.
I found it hard to climb those steps, my legs and thighs in particular were heavy, it was as if my body was now preparing me for sex, by not allowing me to run away at the very last moment in time, I was physically surrendering myself to the same fate as billions of women since time immortal, to be fucked and there was nothing on God's earth to stop it, my pussy was there to pleasure men who saw fit to put their cocks into me, it was my duty to let them, a resignation of the inevitable and as I turned onto his landing, he was not there.
'WTF', rang through me head, a sudden anger welling up inside me, I have been rejected, after offering my pussy to an old man to pleasure himself with, and I had stopped at the top of the stairwell in disbelief and self-righteous pity, when his door suddenly opened and he appeared and I ran into his open arms.
We stood for a few moments behind his closed door, suddenly listening to my mothers footsteps climbing up towards his front door. We held our breaths as she walked past and continued up to my home, never did she realize she had just passed her daughter about to be stripped and fucked, as we tore each others clothing off and fell into his bed, me under him with my legs as wide open as they possibly could part and feeling that marvelous organ I had touched that very morning, penetrate my wet love hole, touch my cervix with his glans, and yet still have a hand-full outside, trying to get inside me, such was the size of the man now inside my body, as I climaxed repeatedly and raised my buttocks off the mattress to accommodate his thrusting.
We fell into a heap, exhausted bur satisfied, I had closed me eyes as a new awakening of my sexuality dawned, I had liked being fucked, even though secretly I had fucked him more than he me. I had a tool between my legs I could use to get my way with men, a tool that rewarded me more than they with great orgasms, repeated, as men could only get one then go to sleep, whereas I could move on to the next cock and be pleasured all over again, mother natures assurance and reward to be fertilized, multiple partners, it really does pay well to be a woman, after all, we have to carry the baby.
I was at the crossroads where my brain was at odds with my physical being, my brain being disciplined with the rules and the laws of men, and my body, maturing into the pleasurable edifice of men, that thin sliver of ages, that induce the most sexual pleasure most men crave, fine wisps of hair, referred to as 'bum fluff', a soft downy atop my pubis, like the colour attracting bees, my pubis containing the delicate folds of moistened flesh, a virgin path to be trodden by man's cock, a primeval urge to force their way inside my body and watch as my eyes reflect my acceptance of his dominance to receive his seed and fertilize my egg, and all before I blow out the candles on my fifteenth birthday.
There are a long list of words to describe men who take that innocence from a girl, my uncle once said to me, 'Seeing you naked is more powerful than taking Viagra', I was younger back then, and he was masturbating me as I lay in my bed, as naked as he said, pushing a finger into my mouth and then up my pussy, to rub the small rough area I called, 'My uncle's spot', as I lay on my side and held his cock between the pillows of my bared ass.
I remember the powerful feeling of my first orgasm and the heat of his semen forcing its way between my labia to coat his finger moving inside me, uncle was such a man as previously referred to, he was not going to surrender my innocence to an outsider, the pleasure of my budding breasts, cupcakes with delicate swollen nipples that even hardened and swelled with the feathery touch of cotton, too small for the lace or silk coverings of adult women, 'Best left naked for the visual stimulation of old men', something I did on a regular basis to get what I wanted, if my small protuberances were just rewards for men to wank off to, so be it, as I first learned the day I went to spend my pocket money in the local sweet shop, run by a kind man from the Sub Continent.
I had entered his shop with it's large glass window in the door and the sun behind me, outlining my form beneath my dress, as I stood looking at the wonderment of sugar and candy, not knowing as yet, that he viewed me as 'eye candy', especially that summer, as I only wore a pair of panties under my summer dress.
We were perfectly alone as I stepped forward and knelt down to see the colourful array of delicate flavourings, piled high to tempt the juices of my saliva laden mouth, when I noticed the strange object being jerked through the opened slider, which held my attention, like some primeval knowledge, buried deep inside my girlish Psyche, I watched and listened to his sounds of pleasure, saw the white liquid fill the cup of his palm and even more so as he reached into the showcase and let me point to the biggest and best sweet there, dip it into and coat from his still warm liquid, and put it into my mouth, where I eagerly gobbled it up, like a salty chocolate, he fed me until all his liquid was gone.
On my fifteenth, he gave me a box of delicate chocolates and fifty pounds, and in return I siphoned his semen directly into my mouth via a blowjob, by now, his taste from that first day some six years earlier, was a common as any other liquid I swallowed.
Knowing what excited him as I stood in front of that pane glass door with its light streaming though and exposing my nakedness under the simple layer of cotton, I chose to wear, kneeing down in such an indecent exposure to let him see the untouchable of holiest holes, I eventually learned to time my entrance and turn the sign back to 'closed', and walk the once forbidden path to behind where he stood, dropping my dress on the way, and give him a hand job and rub his semen into my stomach until as if he never shot anything onto my body.
I pulled my dress back on and was handed a bag of chocolates and twenty pounds, and went to school as such, imagining his little spermatozoon trying to get to my magical opening between my legs, as i sat savoring the sweets and the drinking in the chlorinated smell of his cum between my fingers, yes little girls are all sugar and spice and all things nice and we knew it back then, pulling out the elastic of our knickers to let boys see us and older men to shoot their cum down onto it, our pussy's.
The transition is complete when you yourself, start to make those important decisions to pleasure men, such as I did with a neighbour I had grown up with, but never once thought we would become intimate in my formative teens.
His wife was a good friend of my mothers and we would from time to time take tea with her and mother and she would chat while her husband, a retired TV repair man, would tinker around with spare parts and point out things electronic to my ignorant head.
What I found I liked about his, was when he spoke he gave me a buzz in my head, like a soothing tone that feels really nice, the sort of voice that hypnotists have and yes it did have sexual overtones, for me at least.
Then on day she passed away, it was sudden and I began to see less and less of him, as mother stopped visiting and we no longer dropped in for a cup of tea and every time I past his front door, I wondered if he was still tinkering around with his electronic bits.
Almost a year had passed and I was coming downstairs when to my surprise I saw him out on the landing retrieving his milk. I was suddenly elated and called out to him, bidding him good morning, and when he stood upright holding his milk, and he turned, his house coat opened to reveal his naked body underneath.
He was completely unawares he was indecently exposing himself to a schoolgirl, and I was too fascinated by his size to say anything, instead, doing what any girl of my age would do in such an incident, I took my phone and took a photo of it, sorry, of him with it predominately in the forefront.
He was genuinely happy to see me after all this time, even though it was still under a year, he remarked who much I had grown up since our last meeting.
I had to close the gap between us to continue down stairs to catch my bus, but as I did I could not resist to reach in and grab his dick, which I did if just to draw his attention to his accidental exposure.
I took him between my fingers and gave him a little shake, 'Better keep him tucked in otherwise he will catch a cold', I said as only a naughty girl could, jocularly and looking back with open eyes, smiling widely, to show no harm, and said, catch you later', with a naughty concatenation, hinting at better things to come.
'When', he called back as I disappeared down the stair, 'I'll be back around five', I called back up, not looking back as I said it and not fully realizing I had, it was only later on the bus I had done so, and the ghost like feeling of his penis in my hand lingered, so much so I had to go to the bathroom later that day and relieve not just my audacious grope of the poor man, but the impending meeting I offered at five, it suddenly dawned on me I was offering my feminine services in a very sexual way and it excited me.
The bus home arrived by four thirty, and I found myself sitting around in the park opposite, waiting for the clock to time my arrival at five. I felt sick in a very sexual way, my knees were weak, my legs shook, my pussy was wet and my nipples like hard pebbles, I was in a term, if there is such a term, 'all sexed up'.
I could feel this incredible sexual feeling like I had never before as I neared our houses, I knew if he was there, waiting on me, I would go with him and the inevitable was going to happen, we would fuck and if the truth be told I was wanting it to happen, I had deep down been building up to this, it wanted to be taken to bed and fucked before mother served dinner to her now de-virginized daughter, I wanted to be a woman who know knew what it felt like to have a man's cock moving around inside her, pleasuring her, as in every girls right of passage.
I found it hard to climb those steps, my legs and thighs in particular were heavy, it was as if my body was now preparing me for sex, by not allowing me to run away at the very last moment in time, I was physically surrendering myself to the same fate as billions of women since time immortal, to be fucked and there was nothing on God's earth to stop it, my pussy was there to pleasure men who saw fit to put their cocks into me, it was my duty to let them, a resignation of the inevitable and as I turned onto his landing, he was not there.
'WTF', rang through me head, a sudden anger welling up inside me, I have been rejected, after offering my pussy to an old man to pleasure himself with, and I had stopped at the top of the stairwell in disbelief and self-righteous pity, when his door suddenly opened and he appeared and I ran into his open arms.
We stood for a few moments behind his closed door, suddenly listening to my mothers footsteps climbing up towards his front door. We held our breaths as she walked past and continued up to my home, never did she realize she had just passed her daughter about to be stripped and fucked, as we tore each others clothing off and fell into his bed, me under him with my legs as wide open as they possibly could part and feeling that marvelous organ I had touched that very morning, penetrate my wet love hole, touch my cervix with his glans, and yet still have a hand-full outside, trying to get inside me, such was the size of the man now inside my body, as I climaxed repeatedly and raised my buttocks off the mattress to accommodate his thrusting.
We fell into a heap, exhausted bur satisfied, I had closed me eyes as a new awakening of my sexuality dawned, I had liked being fucked, even though secretly I had fucked him more than he me. I had a tool between my legs I could use to get my way with men, a tool that rewarded me more than they with great orgasms, repeated, as men could only get one then go to sleep, whereas I could move on to the next cock and be pleasured all over again, mother natures assurance and reward to be fertilized, multiple partners, it really does pay well to be a woman, after all, we have to carry the baby.
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