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BEGINNER’S LUCK.
For most, the first sexual experience stays in the memory forever for obvious reasons. For some, these memories are cherished, for many, however, they have often turned out to be bungled sessions of clumsy groping and premature ejaculation, just to be treated as learning experiences from which to improve in the future.
I am now in my mid-sixties, have been married and divorced more than once, and have been fortunate enough to have had more than my fair share of women, some wonderful, others less so. I have experienced great pleasure, and hope that I have supplied it as well.
I have to say I couldn’t have expected a better initiation, turning me from a total beginner into a skilled performer in about four hours, which has stood me in good stead for the rest of my life. My first experience is one that I’ll always remember and cherish.
It was the summer of 1966, and England had just won the World Cup.
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I was wandering through the streets of a Kent town, not too far from London, to go and visit my friend from boarding-school, Chris. We used to hang out in the holidays, as well as in term time. I rang the doorbell, and I heard his mother’s voice from a window upstairs, “Come on in, it’s unlocked.”
“Is Chris here? I was supposed to meet him here at eleven,” I called up.
“Sorry, I forgot to call you and tell there was a change of plan. No, he’s gone to London to visit his aunt and go to the cinema. Anyway, can you come upstairs and help me with something?”
“Sure.”
I went up the stairs and on reaching the landing, I looked up towards her open bedroom door. She was standing there stark naked with her arms stretched in the air with a cheeky grin on her face. I froze in my tracks at the top of the stairs. “Mrs Johnson, I’m so sorry! I didn’t…” I managed to blurt out.
“About what?”
I must have looked a sight, standing there with my mouth wide open and my eyes popping
“A beautiful boy like you has never seen a naked woman before?” she asked with a sly grin. “Come here, and stand in front of me.” I managed to stagger the five paces over, my knees shaking. I could feel a tingling sensation in my flaccid penis. “I’ll calm you down. Let me hug you.” She was about my height, and I could feel her warm breasts through my shirt. I could feel her hard nipples against my chest. “Come on, young man, hug me too. Don’t worry, we’ve got the place all to ourselves for hours. Chris won’t be back till tomorrow, my husband’s in Norway on business, and my daughters won’t be back from work until seven.” We stood there for about two minutes as she stroked my back, and her hands slid down to my bottom. I could feel things warming up down below, as I rubbed her back and her ample bottom. Her skin was silky smooth, and she smelt of roses.
She was not fat but what could be described as juicily plump. I had always regarded her as my friend’s mother and had never imagined a scenario like this one. Here she was, a married woman, aged probably between forty-five and fifty seducing a sixteen-year-old boy virgin.
Her hair was black, tinged with grey. She had a really sweet face with juicy lips. She had always struck me as being rather prim and proper but, as the old saying goes, appearances can be deceptive.
She unbuttoned my shirt and let it fall to the floor. She rubbed her breasts across my chest and caressed my back. My nerves were subsiding, which was not quite the case down below, as I felt my cock beginning to swell. She undid my belt and slid down my body pulling my trousers and underpants down at the same time, as she went down onto her knees and stared me in the cock, which now well on the way up. “Ooh, nice. Not bad for a young lad. You’ll be popular with the ladies when you’re fully grown.”
She ran her tongue over the head of my penis. Now there was no controlling it, my cock was now standing at full attention. She sucked it for a few seconds and I thought it was going to reach breaking point. She led me to the bed and lay on her back and guided my hand to her vagina, got me to insert my finger, then two. She squirmed in delight. “OK, now’s the big moment. You’re going to stick that lovely cock of yours into me.” She lay on her back and opened her legs wide. She helped me into position on top of her. I intuitively started to grind away. Natural instinct, I guessed. “That’s it, you’re doing well. If you start to come, stop.”
I had only masturbated a couple of times and had one nocturnal emission, but I thought I knew what it would feel like. Indeed, I did. “I think I’m coming.” She pushed me down the bed and out of her.
“Let’s go to the bathroom. I want to see you come.” She made me face the bathtub, and got down on her knees taking my cock in her mouth while she caressed my balls. I was in heaven. She could feel me start to jerk violently, and withdrew. She finished me off with her hand. The feeling of the ejaculation was so intense that I yelled in ecstasy as the sperm flew about four feet across the bathroom and splattered against the tiles.
She started to clean off my cock with her tongue. It wasn’t going down. It maintained its hardness, and I was ready to resume battle. She threw me across the bed, sat astride me and gyrated violently. This was great, as I watched her face tighten with pleasure, her tits bouncing up down. They weren’t very big but her nipples were out of this world. Long and hard, pointing out like accusing fingers. She then started to moan. “I’m coming, I’m coming.” She wasn’t joking. I thought she was going break my cock, as she put all her bodily force into it. Just after she came and the speed of her movements slowed, I shot my load into her. She wiped me off with a tissue. Still it wouldn’t go down. “Wow! I wish my husband could keep it up like you! Now I’ll teach you to do it like a dog!”
I pumped her from behind and grabbed handfuls of her gorgeous bottom. I think she came twice this time. “Don’t come inside me, I want to see you spray the bathroom wall again.” The jet was nearly as big as the first, and this time my cock did go down, obviously in need of a well-earned rest. “I’ve never seen anyone come three times on one erection before,” she said admiringly. “How about a little snack?”
We went down to the kitchen. I stayed naked, as I felt comfortable in her presence. She put on a thin kimono which she didn’t bother to do up at the front. We ate some fruit. “Eat a banana for energy, as I haven’t finished with you yet. You’re game for some more, aren’t you?”
Indeed I was. I’d already shot my load three times but I could feel a tingling coming on. She sat on a stool and got me to kneel while she guided me through the rudiments of cunnilingus. I must have got the hang of it pretty quickly as she soon trembled all over, having to hold the counter to prevent herself from falling off the stool.
She stood up put her hands on the counter. “Take me from behind.” Being of an obedient nature, I carried out her command. She orgasmed again thrusting her backside hard against me.
“Shall I come inside you or shall we go up to the bathroom?”
“Come in my mouth!” She sucked it hard out of me, then spat a great gob of semen down the sink. “Wow! Those young balls are a veritable sperm factory! You’ve shot four times in about two hours.”
My cock started to go down. We went back upstairs to the bedroom. She saw my cock was down, well halfway, at least. “OK, give me tonguing like down in the kitchen, and when I’ve come just get on top of me and do me, OK? And make it good and hard.”
“Yes, Mrs Johnson.”
I got the tongue working at full speed. Soon she groaned turning her head fast from side to side thrusting her stomach upwards. I was soon in her. This time she was soon enjoying another vaginal orgasm. This time we went back to the bathroom and shot at the wall yet again but with a smaller load this time. The previous ones were still stuck there.
We lay together on the bed. “Well, you’re a quick learner. You’re a better performer already than most grown men.”
“Thank you. I’ve had the most fantastic time, and I won’t tell anyone.”
“Our little secret. I have to admit, I engineered this situation. I knew you were coming over, so I sent Chris to London and conveniently forgot to phone you. I’d wanted to have my way with you for a while. I think it was when we went to the pool, and I saw your lovely body and the bulge in your swimming trunks. I thought, wow, that’ll be big one day!”
That was indeed food for thought.
“Philip, can I ask you a favour. I’ve never done it before because my husband’s cock is too big, but I’ve always wanted to do anal. I’ve never tried it.”
“What’s that?” I asked innocently.
“Well, it’s just like regular intercourse, but up my arse. Please!”
“OK,” I said, a bit worried at the thought.
She rolled over on all fours and told me to lick her butthole. The initial thought was one of disgust, but the more I did it, the more I liked it. “OK, rub in this vaseline and stick in your middle finger, then wiggle it around.” This was getting to be fun, and I was granite hard again. “OK, two fingers…. OK, slide in your cock slowly.” In it went slowly. Wow, this was tight. Just what I needed after ejaculating five times already. I slid it in and out slowly, slapping her lovely bottom. I found this preferable to the vagina. This is when I must have developed my taste for anal, which I’ve loved all my life, although many women don’t like it.
Soon she exploded, even more intensely than before, and I couldn’t hold it long enough to make it to the bathroom. I came inside her. She then lay flat out on her front, exhausted. Soon I noticed my sperm coming out of her. She got back on all fours. “Suck it out!” I did so, then went and spat it against the tiles in the bathroom.
What a day! My first sexual relations, and I’d come six times, experiencing regular intercourse, anal, cunnilingus. She came several times; vaginal, clitoral and anal. Not bad for a f******n-year-old boarding school boy who knew very little about the opposite sex. I now felt like a champ.
“Not a word to anybody,” she said winking.
“Our little secret. Oh! Remember to wash the bathroom tiles.”We hugged, and I was on my way. As I staggered slowly back, I could have sworn I could feel a little tingling down below just thinking about the day’s events. “Down boy, you’ve had enough,” I mumbled as I looked down g at my trusty tool.
For most, the first sexual experience stays in the memory forever for obvious reasons. For some, these memories are cherished, for many, however, they have often turned out to be bungled sessions of clumsy groping and premature ejaculation, just to be treated as learning experiences from which to improve in the future.
I am now in my mid-sixties, have been married and divorced more than once, and have been fortunate enough to have had more than my fair share of women, some wonderful, others less so. I have experienced great pleasure, and hope that I have supplied it as well.
I have to say I couldn’t have expected a better initiation, turning me from a total beginner into a skilled performer in about four hours, which has stood me in good stead for the rest of my life. My first experience is one that I’ll always remember and cherish.
It was the summer of 1966, and England had just won the World Cup.
___________________________________________________________________________________________________________
I was wandering through the streets of a Kent town, not too far from London, to go and visit my friend from boarding-school, Chris. We used to hang out in the holidays, as well as in term time. I rang the doorbell, and I heard his mother’s voice from a window upstairs, “Come on in, it’s unlocked.”
“Is Chris here? I was supposed to meet him here at eleven,” I called up.
“Sorry, I forgot to call you and tell there was a change of plan. No, he’s gone to London to visit his aunt and go to the cinema. Anyway, can you come upstairs and help me with something?”
“Sure.”
I went up the stairs and on reaching the landing, I looked up towards her open bedroom door. She was standing there stark naked with her arms stretched in the air with a cheeky grin on her face. I froze in my tracks at the top of the stairs. “Mrs Johnson, I’m so sorry! I didn’t…” I managed to blurt out.
“About what?”
I must have looked a sight, standing there with my mouth wide open and my eyes popping
“A beautiful boy like you has never seen a naked woman before?” she asked with a sly grin. “Come here, and stand in front of me.” I managed to stagger the five paces over, my knees shaking. I could feel a tingling sensation in my flaccid penis. “I’ll calm you down. Let me hug you.” She was about my height, and I could feel her warm breasts through my shirt. I could feel her hard nipples against my chest. “Come on, young man, hug me too. Don’t worry, we’ve got the place all to ourselves for hours. Chris won’t be back till tomorrow, my husband’s in Norway on business, and my daughters won’t be back from work until seven.” We stood there for about two minutes as she stroked my back, and her hands slid down to my bottom. I could feel things warming up down below, as I rubbed her back and her ample bottom. Her skin was silky smooth, and she smelt of roses.
She was not fat but what could be described as juicily plump. I had always regarded her as my friend’s mother and had never imagined a scenario like this one. Here she was, a married woman, aged probably between forty-five and fifty seducing a sixteen-year-old boy virgin.
Her hair was black, tinged with grey. She had a really sweet face with juicy lips. She had always struck me as being rather prim and proper but, as the old saying goes, appearances can be deceptive.
She unbuttoned my shirt and let it fall to the floor. She rubbed her breasts across my chest and caressed my back. My nerves were subsiding, which was not quite the case down below, as I felt my cock beginning to swell. She undid my belt and slid down my body pulling my trousers and underpants down at the same time, as she went down onto her knees and stared me in the cock, which now well on the way up. “Ooh, nice. Not bad for a young lad. You’ll be popular with the ladies when you’re fully grown.”
She ran her tongue over the head of my penis. Now there was no controlling it, my cock was now standing at full attention. She sucked it for a few seconds and I thought it was going to reach breaking point. She led me to the bed and lay on her back and guided my hand to her vagina, got me to insert my finger, then two. She squirmed in delight. “OK, now’s the big moment. You’re going to stick that lovely cock of yours into me.” She lay on her back and opened her legs wide. She helped me into position on top of her. I intuitively started to grind away. Natural instinct, I guessed. “That’s it, you’re doing well. If you start to come, stop.”
I had only masturbated a couple of times and had one nocturnal emission, but I thought I knew what it would feel like. Indeed, I did. “I think I’m coming.” She pushed me down the bed and out of her.
“Let’s go to the bathroom. I want to see you come.” She made me face the bathtub, and got down on her knees taking my cock in her mouth while she caressed my balls. I was in heaven. She could feel me start to jerk violently, and withdrew. She finished me off with her hand. The feeling of the ejaculation was so intense that I yelled in ecstasy as the sperm flew about four feet across the bathroom and splattered against the tiles.
She started to clean off my cock with her tongue. It wasn’t going down. It maintained its hardness, and I was ready to resume battle. She threw me across the bed, sat astride me and gyrated violently. This was great, as I watched her face tighten with pleasure, her tits bouncing up down. They weren’t very big but her nipples were out of this world. Long and hard, pointing out like accusing fingers. She then started to moan. “I’m coming, I’m coming.” She wasn’t joking. I thought she was going break my cock, as she put all her bodily force into it. Just after she came and the speed of her movements slowed, I shot my load into her. She wiped me off with a tissue. Still it wouldn’t go down. “Wow! I wish my husband could keep it up like you! Now I’ll teach you to do it like a dog!”
I pumped her from behind and grabbed handfuls of her gorgeous bottom. I think she came twice this time. “Don’t come inside me, I want to see you spray the bathroom wall again.” The jet was nearly as big as the first, and this time my cock did go down, obviously in need of a well-earned rest. “I’ve never seen anyone come three times on one erection before,” she said admiringly. “How about a little snack?”
We went down to the kitchen. I stayed naked, as I felt comfortable in her presence. She put on a thin kimono which she didn’t bother to do up at the front. We ate some fruit. “Eat a banana for energy, as I haven’t finished with you yet. You’re game for some more, aren’t you?”
Indeed I was. I’d already shot my load three times but I could feel a tingling coming on. She sat on a stool and got me to kneel while she guided me through the rudiments of cunnilingus. I must have got the hang of it pretty quickly as she soon trembled all over, having to hold the counter to prevent herself from falling off the stool.
She stood up put her hands on the counter. “Take me from behind.” Being of an obedient nature, I carried out her command. She orgasmed again thrusting her backside hard against me.
“Shall I come inside you or shall we go up to the bathroom?”
“Come in my mouth!” She sucked it hard out of me, then spat a great gob of semen down the sink. “Wow! Those young balls are a veritable sperm factory! You’ve shot four times in about two hours.”
My cock started to go down. We went back upstairs to the bedroom. She saw my cock was down, well halfway, at least. “OK, give me tonguing like down in the kitchen, and when I’ve come just get on top of me and do me, OK? And make it good and hard.”
“Yes, Mrs Johnson.”
I got the tongue working at full speed. Soon she groaned turning her head fast from side to side thrusting her stomach upwards. I was soon in her. This time she was soon enjoying another vaginal orgasm. This time we went back to the bathroom and shot at the wall yet again but with a smaller load this time. The previous ones were still stuck there.
We lay together on the bed. “Well, you’re a quick learner. You’re a better performer already than most grown men.”
“Thank you. I’ve had the most fantastic time, and I won’t tell anyone.”
“Our little secret. I have to admit, I engineered this situation. I knew you were coming over, so I sent Chris to London and conveniently forgot to phone you. I’d wanted to have my way with you for a while. I think it was when we went to the pool, and I saw your lovely body and the bulge in your swimming trunks. I thought, wow, that’ll be big one day!”
That was indeed food for thought.
“Philip, can I ask you a favour. I’ve never done it before because my husband’s cock is too big, but I’ve always wanted to do anal. I’ve never tried it.”
“What’s that?” I asked innocently.
“Well, it’s just like regular intercourse, but up my arse. Please!”
“OK,” I said, a bit worried at the thought.
She rolled over on all fours and told me to lick her butthole. The initial thought was one of disgust, but the more I did it, the more I liked it. “OK, rub in this vaseline and stick in your middle finger, then wiggle it around.” This was getting to be fun, and I was granite hard again. “OK, two fingers…. OK, slide in your cock slowly.” In it went slowly. Wow, this was tight. Just what I needed after ejaculating five times already. I slid it in and out slowly, slapping her lovely bottom. I found this preferable to the vagina. This is when I must have developed my taste for anal, which I’ve loved all my life, although many women don’t like it.
Soon she exploded, even more intensely than before, and I couldn’t hold it long enough to make it to the bathroom. I came inside her. She then lay flat out on her front, exhausted. Soon I noticed my sperm coming out of her. She got back on all fours. “Suck it out!” I did so, then went and spat it against the tiles in the bathroom.
What a day! My first sexual relations, and I’d come six times, experiencing regular intercourse, anal, cunnilingus. She came several times; vaginal, clitoral and anal. Not bad for a f******n-year-old boarding school boy who knew very little about the opposite sex. I now felt like a champ.
“Not a word to anybody,” she said winking.
“Our little secret. Oh! Remember to wash the bathroom tiles.”We hugged, and I was on my way. As I staggered slowly back, I could have sworn I could feel a little tingling down below just thinking about the day’s events. “Down boy, you’ve had enough,” I mumbled as I looked down g at my trusty tool.
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