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My name is Anne I first found out about sex when I was eleven, well I learnt about masturbation then. A friend asked me if I had played with myself, of course I had but not in the way she meant. Lynne a whole six months older than me then went on to show me what she meant, from then on I was hooked, not a day passed without me pleasuring myself at least once.
As the next four years passed I would masturbate where ever the mood took me. I also experimented with objects, mums washing machine worked well if I pushed up against a corner during a wash. I also found that my vagina could be used to help my pleasure, Lynne had been stuck on her clitoris or fun button as she had called it. A boy at school had showed me his hard dick in class once, he had blushed furiously and quickly put it away after I giggled attracting the teachers attention. I found out that the dick was supposed to go into the vagina, so I wondered what it would feel like to have something other than my finger inside me.
That was the start of another learning experience, carrots began to disappear from the vegetable rack. Though mum thought my diet was improving, they were improving my sexual pleasure. After a good clean and a little bit of vaseline they were gradually stretching my pussy, I had begun to think of my vagina that way as stroking it made me want to purr. I had mentioned to mum that we needed bigger carrots but she said small ones were sweeter, maybe they were but not as satisfying. Feeling the need for something bigger I tried a cucumber, wow that was different I wondered if men's dicks would be as big and thick as the cucumber. My juices flowed at the thought and I had my biggest orgasm to that date as I rubbed my clitoris and inserted half of the cucumber. Unfortunately vegetables and my fingers remained the limit of my sex life to that time my dear parent having sent me to an all girls school, fearing boys would be a distraction to my education.
My fifteenth year was an education, I went on a Girl Guides outing to Ilkley Moor. After getting off the coach my main priority was to find the nearest toilet. Apart from needing to use the toilet I was desperately in need of an orgasm the only free cubicle was the furthest from the door, I found out it also shared a wall with the mens toilet. I had finished my pee and was in the process of playing with my clitoris bringing myself slowly to a satisfying (I hoped) orgasm, when I noticed the hole in the wall, how I missed it when I sat down I don't know. Curious I looked through, I was greeted by the sight of a man playing with his dick obviously the male equivelant of what I was doing. I was entranced a lot larger than my male classmates that I had seen years previously, the tip was as large as a Victoria plum the shaft heavily veined at the base of the shaft there was a mass of curly hairs, hidden fom view would be the scrotum I had learned about in school. Suddenley my view was obstructed by part of a face and an eye, the man was now looking at me. I know my father would have told me to scream and run, but I just sat back a little and carried on playing with myself after all fairs fair. By craning my neck a little I could see as soon as he pulled his eye away, I again looked through the hole once again seeing him stroking his cock, I got hotter realising he was doing this for me. He moved closer to the hole and I was suddenley confronted by the head of his cock appearing on my side of the wall followed by a couple of inches of shaft. I didn't know what to do, except I wasn't going to go screaming to my guide leader. I was fascinated by a bead of clearish liquid building in a slit in the head of his cock, I decided this must be the semen needed for making babies (I was naive then). I wondered what a cock would feel like so of course I reached out to touch it, it felt entirely different to I thought it would, warmer as well. My fingers came in contact with the liquid now oozing from the slit in larger quantities, without thought I brought my finger to my tongue to taste, it had a taste that wasn't unpleasant but I couldn't figure exactly what it tasted of. I was about to touch my tongue to the tip of his cock to see if more of the liquid would give me a better idea of the taste when one of the leaders shouted for me to hurry up as everyone was waiting for me. For some reason as I was already close to the cock with my tongue I decided to open my mouth and engulf the whole tip giving a suck/kiss before pulling up my panties and dashing out.
I rejoined my group in hiking the moor, still insight of the toilets I looked back to see a man looking up the hill after us, being at the tail of the others I raised my hand in a wave to him a hand raised in recognition. The rest of the day should have been enjoyable but all I could think of was what I done in the toilet block. On our return to where the coach was in the afternoon I once again made a dash to the toilets hoping that I might again find the man waiting. I sat on the toilet seat looking into an empty cubicle on the mens side, I was crushed how much I was hoping to find that cock waiting for me.
After that day everytime I went into a toilet block I went into the last cubicle, always hoping to find a hole. Fortunately I did find the odd one and on occasions I found men who would masturbate for me and where the hole was big enough push their cocks through. In this way I learnt how mens cocks were all different sizes and shapes, I also learnt how to suck cocks on a few occasions. By trial and error I found out what worked best, I loved the feeling of cock in my mouth. I began rubbing my clitoris with the head of a guys cock, on occasions I would turn presenting my bum to the wall and allowed the head of the cock to enter me. I also learnt that guys semen is a lot different from the thin precum from my first experience, in taste and texture as well as amounts. One thing I did learn was how much I enjoyed the feel of a guys cock in my mouth, I was just wishing that I could get to feel the whole of a guys cock. Of course my education came before boys, my father frowning on the idea of me dating. By now I was turning into a rather attractive girl, people told me my pale grey eyes were amazing and matched with my raven black hair and my 36-22-34 figure at the age of fifteen I was attracting plenty of male (and female) interest. To keep my family happy my sex life consisted of masturbation (now up to six times a day) and my sureptitious exploits in toilet blocks, this of course was never in my town. Boys in my neighborhood had it seems spread rumours that I was frigid or just like girls, though the latter was slightly true the former was far from the truth.
Finally while on a visit to Lythem St Annes I found a toilet with a large hole in the wall, it looked fairly new so probably the council had not got round to fixing it. I sat in the cubicle for ten minutes before a man came in dropping his trousers I was surprised to see he already had an erection, I wondered if he was responsible for the hole. I would like to say he had a huge cock but in truth it was about seven inches, not a bad size. I was already masturbating so I think the guy took it as a good chance that he wasn't going to get abused. This guy was circumcised and he was thick, I couldn't wait to take him in my mouth. He sat there slowly stroking his cock as if trying to decide his next move, I made it for him by putting my hand through the hole. I reached for his cock it felt silky and heavy to the touch my small hands having trouble surrounding its girth. I squeezed the shaft a slight releasing in pressure and it throbbed in my hand, by gently tugging I encouraged him closer to the hole. At last I could get close enough to take more than an inch or two in my mouth, with my hand cupping his balls I held him close to the wall. At first I just looked at my prize then I rubbed the head on my cheek feeling the warmth and the hard soft feel that cocks have. My tongue darted out flickering over the head probing the slit that was leaking precum, the smell was like a heady perfume to me. I moved forward and engulfed the head moving my tongue around it as I did, I imagined the look on the guys face as I worked on him. The guy must have been working on the bricks as I was sucking on his cock because with a grating noise another brick dissapeared giving me further access. With the added freedom I was able to work on the shaft that my mouth was unable to take with one hand wile stroking his balls that felt heavy in my hand with the other. I was in heaven I stopped sucking his cock to take a breath, this was the time I decided I was going to be penetrated by something other than vegetables.
I turned facing away from the hole still holding the shaft, I guided it to the mouth of my eager wet pussy. Taking a deep breath to calm my self I moved backwards, I don't know what I expected but it felt a lot different to carrots and cucumbers. I began to rock backwards and forwards taking as much as I could inside me, cursing the fact the whole wasn't big enough for that last inch to enter me. One thing for sure it beat the hell out of masturbation on its own though I was using my finger on my clitoris as an added feature. I rapidly orgasmed nearly collapsing as my legs gave way a little, still I rocked enjoying the feel of the guys cock inside me. I suddenly thought of the consequences if he came inside me, I pulled away his cock was coated with my juices as I turned around. I didn't want to disappoint after what he had done for me so I again took him in my mouth, he soon flooded my mouth with his semen my own juices adding to the flavour. His cock throbbed as his balls emptied he just seemed to keep on spurting, to the point I couldn't keep up I pulled away to catch my breath and swallow. As I pulled away his still spurting cock spread his semen onto my face and hair. Suddenly I was alone the cubicle next door empty, my only memory slowly drying semen on my face and the taste of him on my tongue. Anonymous sex I had no idea what he looked like or his age for that matter he could have been as old as my father for all I knew, in a strange way it turned me on.
As the next four years passed I would masturbate where ever the mood took me. I also experimented with objects, mums washing machine worked well if I pushed up against a corner during a wash. I also found that my vagina could be used to help my pleasure, Lynne had been stuck on her clitoris or fun button as she had called it. A boy at school had showed me his hard dick in class once, he had blushed furiously and quickly put it away after I giggled attracting the teachers attention. I found out that the dick was supposed to go into the vagina, so I wondered what it would feel like to have something other than my finger inside me.
That was the start of another learning experience, carrots began to disappear from the vegetable rack. Though mum thought my diet was improving, they were improving my sexual pleasure. After a good clean and a little bit of vaseline they were gradually stretching my pussy, I had begun to think of my vagina that way as stroking it made me want to purr. I had mentioned to mum that we needed bigger carrots but she said small ones were sweeter, maybe they were but not as satisfying. Feeling the need for something bigger I tried a cucumber, wow that was different I wondered if men's dicks would be as big and thick as the cucumber. My juices flowed at the thought and I had my biggest orgasm to that date as I rubbed my clitoris and inserted half of the cucumber. Unfortunately vegetables and my fingers remained the limit of my sex life to that time my dear parent having sent me to an all girls school, fearing boys would be a distraction to my education.
My fifteenth year was an education, I went on a Girl Guides outing to Ilkley Moor. After getting off the coach my main priority was to find the nearest toilet. Apart from needing to use the toilet I was desperately in need of an orgasm the only free cubicle was the furthest from the door, I found out it also shared a wall with the mens toilet. I had finished my pee and was in the process of playing with my clitoris bringing myself slowly to a satisfying (I hoped) orgasm, when I noticed the hole in the wall, how I missed it when I sat down I don't know. Curious I looked through, I was greeted by the sight of a man playing with his dick obviously the male equivelant of what I was doing. I was entranced a lot larger than my male classmates that I had seen years previously, the tip was as large as a Victoria plum the shaft heavily veined at the base of the shaft there was a mass of curly hairs, hidden fom view would be the scrotum I had learned about in school. Suddenley my view was obstructed by part of a face and an eye, the man was now looking at me. I know my father would have told me to scream and run, but I just sat back a little and carried on playing with myself after all fairs fair. By craning my neck a little I could see as soon as he pulled his eye away, I again looked through the hole once again seeing him stroking his cock, I got hotter realising he was doing this for me. He moved closer to the hole and I was suddenley confronted by the head of his cock appearing on my side of the wall followed by a couple of inches of shaft. I didn't know what to do, except I wasn't going to go screaming to my guide leader. I was fascinated by a bead of clearish liquid building in a slit in the head of his cock, I decided this must be the semen needed for making babies (I was naive then). I wondered what a cock would feel like so of course I reached out to touch it, it felt entirely different to I thought it would, warmer as well. My fingers came in contact with the liquid now oozing from the slit in larger quantities, without thought I brought my finger to my tongue to taste, it had a taste that wasn't unpleasant but I couldn't figure exactly what it tasted of. I was about to touch my tongue to the tip of his cock to see if more of the liquid would give me a better idea of the taste when one of the leaders shouted for me to hurry up as everyone was waiting for me. For some reason as I was already close to the cock with my tongue I decided to open my mouth and engulf the whole tip giving a suck/kiss before pulling up my panties and dashing out.
I rejoined my group in hiking the moor, still insight of the toilets I looked back to see a man looking up the hill after us, being at the tail of the others I raised my hand in a wave to him a hand raised in recognition. The rest of the day should have been enjoyable but all I could think of was what I done in the toilet block. On our return to where the coach was in the afternoon I once again made a dash to the toilets hoping that I might again find the man waiting. I sat on the toilet seat looking into an empty cubicle on the mens side, I was crushed how much I was hoping to find that cock waiting for me.
After that day everytime I went into a toilet block I went into the last cubicle, always hoping to find a hole. Fortunately I did find the odd one and on occasions I found men who would masturbate for me and where the hole was big enough push their cocks through. In this way I learnt how mens cocks were all different sizes and shapes, I also learnt how to suck cocks on a few occasions. By trial and error I found out what worked best, I loved the feeling of cock in my mouth. I began rubbing my clitoris with the head of a guys cock, on occasions I would turn presenting my bum to the wall and allowed the head of the cock to enter me. I also learnt that guys semen is a lot different from the thin precum from my first experience, in taste and texture as well as amounts. One thing I did learn was how much I enjoyed the feel of a guys cock in my mouth, I was just wishing that I could get to feel the whole of a guys cock. Of course my education came before boys, my father frowning on the idea of me dating. By now I was turning into a rather attractive girl, people told me my pale grey eyes were amazing and matched with my raven black hair and my 36-22-34 figure at the age of fifteen I was attracting plenty of male (and female) interest. To keep my family happy my sex life consisted of masturbation (now up to six times a day) and my sureptitious exploits in toilet blocks, this of course was never in my town. Boys in my neighborhood had it seems spread rumours that I was frigid or just like girls, though the latter was slightly true the former was far from the truth.
Finally while on a visit to Lythem St Annes I found a toilet with a large hole in the wall, it looked fairly new so probably the council had not got round to fixing it. I sat in the cubicle for ten minutes before a man came in dropping his trousers I was surprised to see he already had an erection, I wondered if he was responsible for the hole. I would like to say he had a huge cock but in truth it was about seven inches, not a bad size. I was already masturbating so I think the guy took it as a good chance that he wasn't going to get abused. This guy was circumcised and he was thick, I couldn't wait to take him in my mouth. He sat there slowly stroking his cock as if trying to decide his next move, I made it for him by putting my hand through the hole. I reached for his cock it felt silky and heavy to the touch my small hands having trouble surrounding its girth. I squeezed the shaft a slight releasing in pressure and it throbbed in my hand, by gently tugging I encouraged him closer to the hole. At last I could get close enough to take more than an inch or two in my mouth, with my hand cupping his balls I held him close to the wall. At first I just looked at my prize then I rubbed the head on my cheek feeling the warmth and the hard soft feel that cocks have. My tongue darted out flickering over the head probing the slit that was leaking precum, the smell was like a heady perfume to me. I moved forward and engulfed the head moving my tongue around it as I did, I imagined the look on the guys face as I worked on him. The guy must have been working on the bricks as I was sucking on his cock because with a grating noise another brick dissapeared giving me further access. With the added freedom I was able to work on the shaft that my mouth was unable to take with one hand wile stroking his balls that felt heavy in my hand with the other. I was in heaven I stopped sucking his cock to take a breath, this was the time I decided I was going to be penetrated by something other than vegetables.
I turned facing away from the hole still holding the shaft, I guided it to the mouth of my eager wet pussy. Taking a deep breath to calm my self I moved backwards, I don't know what I expected but it felt a lot different to carrots and cucumbers. I began to rock backwards and forwards taking as much as I could inside me, cursing the fact the whole wasn't big enough for that last inch to enter me. One thing for sure it beat the hell out of masturbation on its own though I was using my finger on my clitoris as an added feature. I rapidly orgasmed nearly collapsing as my legs gave way a little, still I rocked enjoying the feel of the guys cock inside me. I suddenly thought of the consequences if he came inside me, I pulled away his cock was coated with my juices as I turned around. I didn't want to disappoint after what he had done for me so I again took him in my mouth, he soon flooded my mouth with his semen my own juices adding to the flavour. His cock throbbed as his balls emptied he just seemed to keep on spurting, to the point I couldn't keep up I pulled away to catch my breath and swallow. As I pulled away his still spurting cock spread his semen onto my face and hair. Suddenly I was alone the cubicle next door empty, my only memory slowly drying semen on my face and the taste of him on my tongue. Anonymous sex I had no idea what he looked like or his age for that matter he could have been as old as my father for all I knew, in a strange way it turned me on.
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