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How it all Started for me
Like the sayings, 'Every picture tells a story', and, 'Every picture is worth a thousand words', I prefer the later, especially since cameras are so readily available now, girls just take photos, stay silent, and watch the results.
I am of course referring to intimate and revealing, for the sole purpose of making men react to their nudity.
It's all so simple today, something is lost in the translation, be it the eroticism, or the physical contact, but what the hell, I am not complaining, I mean I have posted thousands to lonely desperate men, and watched as they wanked themselves, and gave my image a good 'Painting', which is just another word for 'Cheating', I suppose.
It's all impersonal, that's why women in their millions do it, you don't have to be there, but you do miss the sound of sex, the taste of sex, and the smell of sex, yes I watch and listen on my computer, speak into my microphone and encourage them with dirty words, but for me it's not the real thing, not the way my Mother taught me, to pleasure men, and myself, back then there was feeling, expectation, and fun, just taking your clothes off in front of a man, made you feel sick in your stomach, your knees buckled, and you pe-ed yourself, such was the emotion of his reaction as you neared total nudity, those last few articles, then the warm ejaculate on your face and body, the pungency of its smell, and the acridity of its taste on the edges of your tongue, my mother had strict rules about penetration, only my mouth could be penetrated and cum in, the other two were reserved for my pleasure, and the tongue was the only bit that was allowed to go in.
Mother was a divorcee who entertained men with her body for money, and why not, she was a natural beauty, a woman without hang-ups about sex, every part of her being was a sexual object of pleasure for men married to frigid women, or women with Christian principals, limiting men to the 'Missionary Position' only, during sex, lifeless, emotionless, 'Just like fucking a dead Mullet', my mother would say, so she made an awful lot of money from those frustrated men, milking their lucre as well as their semen, and as I entered my teens, she introduced me, and I added another kink into her array of sexual deviancies, the i*****l desire of a girl, 'Fresh, Sweet, Nubile, Virginal, and they really made our household a place to visit, the ultimate Mother/Daughter combo act, when in reality, only my presence was necessary to bring the men off with a bigger bang for the buck, seeing a schoolgirl watching you fuck her mother, well I shall leave you my readers with that thought, and you will see what I mean as my innocent eyes watched your cock pleasure my mother.
It all started innocently enough, I arrived home from school unexpectedly, with a stomach ache,(My Periods) so I was excused and rushed home.
There was music in the air, and the strong smell of alcohol and cigarettes. My nose twitched, as Mother never smoked, so she had company, only I did not know who, that is until I opened the door to be greeted by a fat white hairy ass thrusting into my naked mother bent across our sofa, making a lot of noise and saying a lot of indescribable unladylike words, but as he turned and saw me standing there, all those words were not necessary, my presence did the trick, and he happily seeded my mother in the presence of her bewildered daughter.
After he had left Mother and I had a heart to heart about sex and her little side earner, prostitution, which afforded my my good education, clothes and everything else my friends envied me for.
But the lasting legacy was the image of this man fucking my mother, staring deep into my upturned face and cumming, while still inside her, it made me feel powerful, and Mother guessed as much.
'You an I', she said, 'are so alike', she continued, and as we talked, I realized she had already decided it was time for me to get into the family business, and she was right, the money just poured in.
The only problem I experienced with our set-up, was my distinct lack of feeling a man where I yearned for him to be, in my virginal pussy, because now I was masturbating, and even as my orgasms gave me brilliant feeling, there was no cock to crush inside me, I felt empty, so I went looking for one.
I showered and shaved that morning, not that the hair on my pubis required a blade to remove it, being shock Scandinavian Blond, made for whispy hairs, almost invisible against my alabaster skin, my labia, forming a perfect thin line, the cunt of a girl, more 'Camel Toe', but a cunt of desirous deliciousness, and a cunt in need of a cock, I knew it had to be today.
I pulled on a pair of one size under mine thongs, a small equiangular patch where the elastic barely covered my clitoris, or the crotch string attached to the other end, left my anus exposed, still the thought of it being seen by a man, excited me, and soon that small patch was absorbing my secretions, as my mind thought and dwelled penetrative sex.
I walked through the park on my way to the train station, I say walked when I actually floated, my clitoris was swollen with all the naughty thoughts I was generating, and the elastic was actually getting me off, as it flicked over my swollen bud, I was hot, and on the verge of cumming as I walked.
I rounded the walkway onto the straight section of the path, that's when I saw him sitting reading a newspaper, about 600m ahead, distance enough for me to react to his presence, by reaching under my blouse and rolling my school skirt up by three turns, and feeling the hemline ride up my thigh and stop just below my crotch, each turn making me more determined to do it.
As I drew near he stopped reading and stared as I approached, I was tall for my age and athletic, long legged so my skirt that high, must have bordered on indecent, my heart skipped a beat when I saw his hand drop to his pants and unzipper the b**st within, I slowed down, giving him time to get it out, and show me as I drew up to him.
'Hello', he said calmly, making sure I had a good eyeful of his erect cock. I smiled, my smile telling him I was up for it, 'Nice', I said, Mother had taught me well, and I stood at the edge of the bench looking down as he stroked, my bare thigh brushing his free hand, that rested on the metal arm.
'You like my cock', he rasped, his demeanour more in line with rampant bull elephant in Musth season, his cock now swollen to intoxicating level for a girl in need of feeling herself being used for the same reason the bulls do.
His fingers slipped under the last inches of the wayward hemline, and wet panties, or soaked triangular patch, was now being toyed with, and I had to reach behind his head and grip the backrest of the bench, my knees buckled, so I lifted my leg and gave his a view of my wet crotch, his quickening hand stroking his cock told me I was having that same effect on him, as the man did when I walked in on him with my mother.
'Not so quick', I said, reaching down and covering his cock, slowing his stroking, 'lets go into the bushes', I said huskily, 'I want to sit on it', I continued, gripping him tighter and pulling off the park bench, and as he rose his face drew level with mine, and we kissed full on mouth, and as we sucked on each others tongues, I pushed his cock between my legs and felt its delicious thickness move between my labia and push against my anus.
We stood there alone thankfully, like a Grandfather and his Grand Daughter, wet humping his cock, our heights perfect, 'Put it in', I groaned, rising on my toes to give me the advantage, the bushes were too far for me to wait, as I turned and bent over the same bench arm, this time there was no mistaking his aim as he went all the way inside me, his heavy scrotum banging my clitoris, one, two, three, four, and then the warmth as his semen could not escape, his cock too deep inside me, my own orgasm to blissful to counter removal, and within ten seconds of penetrative sex, we were both cumming, but it was everything I had ever dreamt, and as he slipped from me, I ran and ran, just making my train, his semen running out of me and down my inner thighs, I laughed, as that feeing of emptiness had gone, I felt complete, and I knew then I loved to fuck.
Three years later I left for Newcastle England, to start University, I was eighteen and had every attribute English men wanted from a Scandinavian Sex machine, and I wasted no time in getting to grips with Englishmen's cocks.
I was turning heads and getting Wolf Whistled, as I made my way below decks to my cabin, a shared cabin of four. I entered the cabin to find two old ladies chatting and drinking Sherry. My heart sank a little as typical of a girl, salt water has a distinct reference to semen, hence the name to their occupation on boats, so I dumped my bags and went wandering.
Three cabins down the hallway another cabin door was open, where three burly men were drinking beer, 'Can we help you love', one shouted, as they had all stopped talking and stared as I entered their cabin, my presence was obviously having the right effect on them.
'I cant find my cabin', I said in pretence broken English, 'It's in here', one said, 'the top bunk is free', he continued, and as I looked I saw the letter, 'D', so I brazenly took my ticket out, and said, 'Is it 'D''?
If the truth be known, it could have been 'Alpha' from the Greek alphabet, because as fer as they were concerned, I had a bunk in their cabin, and I had three holes to satisfy them all the way across to England.
'Coincidence', I laughed, knowing fine well my rouse was enough to hoodwink them, as was my pigeon English, better to act dumb, that way you learn more, so as I went to get my luggage, I had already made my mind up who I wanted to fuck right away.
Once back inside I was immediately inundated with alcohol, which I drank, as my sexual appetite needed to be dampened, as humping three young bucks would require me to dampen down my ability to cum easily, and fuck for longer periods, but right now I needed an appetizer, and my chosen one I started making eyes at, which did not go unnoticed, as these Geordie Boys were looking for any sign to see if I was up for a good Rogering.
I excused myself and went into the small toilet and listened to their banter, their thinking I could not understand them as clearly as I did, relaxed them sufficiently to give me an insight as to what they wanted to do to me, if I was willing enough. I smiled, yes I was, and I left the small toilet ready to get into sex.
'What is Fuck in Swedish Mariel'? I looked wide eyed, as if stupid, then one graphically indicated what he meant, by pushing one finger in and out a circle formed by another two fingers. I laughed out loudly, I was showing them that talking about fucking did not frighten me in a cabin with three men.
'Knulla Mig', I replied, and as I repeated it, I did the same hand graphic as he had down earlier on, they all laughed, now the ice was broken.
I looked at the one I fancied, 'Du', I said pointing to him, 'Jag', I said pointing to myself, 'Vill du knulla mig'?
The cabin fell silent. I had asked him to fuck me, and as I waited for him to reply, 'I will fuck you Mariel', another, more portly guy said, his beer belly not such an inviting prospect, but I was serious and I wanted a fuck.
I rose to my feet, a little shakily, and pulled my top off. I stood bare breasted my nipples sticking out like tent poles, I was in a trance, and suddenly he started to undress, 'Lock the fucking door', someone said, as I got on top of the bottom bunk, naked and shaved, 'Kom', I said in my native tongue, 'Knulla mig', I repeated as he got in between my open legs and I pulled my knees back and crossed then across his back, his weight crushing me, but at least his cock was where I wanted it, and so I settled down and fucked all three guys, three hours into the crossing, I had the sperm of three men inside me, and still had twenty hours of boat ride left.
Like the sayings, 'Every picture tells a story', and, 'Every picture is worth a thousand words', I prefer the later, especially since cameras are so readily available now, girls just take photos, stay silent, and watch the results.
I am of course referring to intimate and revealing, for the sole purpose of making men react to their nudity.
It's all so simple today, something is lost in the translation, be it the eroticism, or the physical contact, but what the hell, I am not complaining, I mean I have posted thousands to lonely desperate men, and watched as they wanked themselves, and gave my image a good 'Painting', which is just another word for 'Cheating', I suppose.
It's all impersonal, that's why women in their millions do it, you don't have to be there, but you do miss the sound of sex, the taste of sex, and the smell of sex, yes I watch and listen on my computer, speak into my microphone and encourage them with dirty words, but for me it's not the real thing, not the way my Mother taught me, to pleasure men, and myself, back then there was feeling, expectation, and fun, just taking your clothes off in front of a man, made you feel sick in your stomach, your knees buckled, and you pe-ed yourself, such was the emotion of his reaction as you neared total nudity, those last few articles, then the warm ejaculate on your face and body, the pungency of its smell, and the acridity of its taste on the edges of your tongue, my mother had strict rules about penetration, only my mouth could be penetrated and cum in, the other two were reserved for my pleasure, and the tongue was the only bit that was allowed to go in.
Mother was a divorcee who entertained men with her body for money, and why not, she was a natural beauty, a woman without hang-ups about sex, every part of her being was a sexual object of pleasure for men married to frigid women, or women with Christian principals, limiting men to the 'Missionary Position' only, during sex, lifeless, emotionless, 'Just like fucking a dead Mullet', my mother would say, so she made an awful lot of money from those frustrated men, milking their lucre as well as their semen, and as I entered my teens, she introduced me, and I added another kink into her array of sexual deviancies, the i*****l desire of a girl, 'Fresh, Sweet, Nubile, Virginal, and they really made our household a place to visit, the ultimate Mother/Daughter combo act, when in reality, only my presence was necessary to bring the men off with a bigger bang for the buck, seeing a schoolgirl watching you fuck her mother, well I shall leave you my readers with that thought, and you will see what I mean as my innocent eyes watched your cock pleasure my mother.
It all started innocently enough, I arrived home from school unexpectedly, with a stomach ache,(My Periods) so I was excused and rushed home.
There was music in the air, and the strong smell of alcohol and cigarettes. My nose twitched, as Mother never smoked, so she had company, only I did not know who, that is until I opened the door to be greeted by a fat white hairy ass thrusting into my naked mother bent across our sofa, making a lot of noise and saying a lot of indescribable unladylike words, but as he turned and saw me standing there, all those words were not necessary, my presence did the trick, and he happily seeded my mother in the presence of her bewildered daughter.
After he had left Mother and I had a heart to heart about sex and her little side earner, prostitution, which afforded my my good education, clothes and everything else my friends envied me for.
But the lasting legacy was the image of this man fucking my mother, staring deep into my upturned face and cumming, while still inside her, it made me feel powerful, and Mother guessed as much.
'You an I', she said, 'are so alike', she continued, and as we talked, I realized she had already decided it was time for me to get into the family business, and she was right, the money just poured in.
The only problem I experienced with our set-up, was my distinct lack of feeling a man where I yearned for him to be, in my virginal pussy, because now I was masturbating, and even as my orgasms gave me brilliant feeling, there was no cock to crush inside me, I felt empty, so I went looking for one.
I showered and shaved that morning, not that the hair on my pubis required a blade to remove it, being shock Scandinavian Blond, made for whispy hairs, almost invisible against my alabaster skin, my labia, forming a perfect thin line, the cunt of a girl, more 'Camel Toe', but a cunt of desirous deliciousness, and a cunt in need of a cock, I knew it had to be today.
I pulled on a pair of one size under mine thongs, a small equiangular patch where the elastic barely covered my clitoris, or the crotch string attached to the other end, left my anus exposed, still the thought of it being seen by a man, excited me, and soon that small patch was absorbing my secretions, as my mind thought and dwelled penetrative sex.
I walked through the park on my way to the train station, I say walked when I actually floated, my clitoris was swollen with all the naughty thoughts I was generating, and the elastic was actually getting me off, as it flicked over my swollen bud, I was hot, and on the verge of cumming as I walked.
I rounded the walkway onto the straight section of the path, that's when I saw him sitting reading a newspaper, about 600m ahead, distance enough for me to react to his presence, by reaching under my blouse and rolling my school skirt up by three turns, and feeling the hemline ride up my thigh and stop just below my crotch, each turn making me more determined to do it.
As I drew near he stopped reading and stared as I approached, I was tall for my age and athletic, long legged so my skirt that high, must have bordered on indecent, my heart skipped a beat when I saw his hand drop to his pants and unzipper the b**st within, I slowed down, giving him time to get it out, and show me as I drew up to him.
'Hello', he said calmly, making sure I had a good eyeful of his erect cock. I smiled, my smile telling him I was up for it, 'Nice', I said, Mother had taught me well, and I stood at the edge of the bench looking down as he stroked, my bare thigh brushing his free hand, that rested on the metal arm.
'You like my cock', he rasped, his demeanour more in line with rampant bull elephant in Musth season, his cock now swollen to intoxicating level for a girl in need of feeling herself being used for the same reason the bulls do.
His fingers slipped under the last inches of the wayward hemline, and wet panties, or soaked triangular patch, was now being toyed with, and I had to reach behind his head and grip the backrest of the bench, my knees buckled, so I lifted my leg and gave his a view of my wet crotch, his quickening hand stroking his cock told me I was having that same effect on him, as the man did when I walked in on him with my mother.
'Not so quick', I said, reaching down and covering his cock, slowing his stroking, 'lets go into the bushes', I said huskily, 'I want to sit on it', I continued, gripping him tighter and pulling off the park bench, and as he rose his face drew level with mine, and we kissed full on mouth, and as we sucked on each others tongues, I pushed his cock between my legs and felt its delicious thickness move between my labia and push against my anus.
We stood there alone thankfully, like a Grandfather and his Grand Daughter, wet humping his cock, our heights perfect, 'Put it in', I groaned, rising on my toes to give me the advantage, the bushes were too far for me to wait, as I turned and bent over the same bench arm, this time there was no mistaking his aim as he went all the way inside me, his heavy scrotum banging my clitoris, one, two, three, four, and then the warmth as his semen could not escape, his cock too deep inside me, my own orgasm to blissful to counter removal, and within ten seconds of penetrative sex, we were both cumming, but it was everything I had ever dreamt, and as he slipped from me, I ran and ran, just making my train, his semen running out of me and down my inner thighs, I laughed, as that feeing of emptiness had gone, I felt complete, and I knew then I loved to fuck.
Three years later I left for Newcastle England, to start University, I was eighteen and had every attribute English men wanted from a Scandinavian Sex machine, and I wasted no time in getting to grips with Englishmen's cocks.
I was turning heads and getting Wolf Whistled, as I made my way below decks to my cabin, a shared cabin of four. I entered the cabin to find two old ladies chatting and drinking Sherry. My heart sank a little as typical of a girl, salt water has a distinct reference to semen, hence the name to their occupation on boats, so I dumped my bags and went wandering.
Three cabins down the hallway another cabin door was open, where three burly men were drinking beer, 'Can we help you love', one shouted, as they had all stopped talking and stared as I entered their cabin, my presence was obviously having the right effect on them.
'I cant find my cabin', I said in pretence broken English, 'It's in here', one said, 'the top bunk is free', he continued, and as I looked I saw the letter, 'D', so I brazenly took my ticket out, and said, 'Is it 'D''?
If the truth be known, it could have been 'Alpha' from the Greek alphabet, because as fer as they were concerned, I had a bunk in their cabin, and I had three holes to satisfy them all the way across to England.
'Coincidence', I laughed, knowing fine well my rouse was enough to hoodwink them, as was my pigeon English, better to act dumb, that way you learn more, so as I went to get my luggage, I had already made my mind up who I wanted to fuck right away.
Once back inside I was immediately inundated with alcohol, which I drank, as my sexual appetite needed to be dampened, as humping three young bucks would require me to dampen down my ability to cum easily, and fuck for longer periods, but right now I needed an appetizer, and my chosen one I started making eyes at, which did not go unnoticed, as these Geordie Boys were looking for any sign to see if I was up for a good Rogering.
I excused myself and went into the small toilet and listened to their banter, their thinking I could not understand them as clearly as I did, relaxed them sufficiently to give me an insight as to what they wanted to do to me, if I was willing enough. I smiled, yes I was, and I left the small toilet ready to get into sex.
'What is Fuck in Swedish Mariel'? I looked wide eyed, as if stupid, then one graphically indicated what he meant, by pushing one finger in and out a circle formed by another two fingers. I laughed out loudly, I was showing them that talking about fucking did not frighten me in a cabin with three men.
'Knulla Mig', I replied, and as I repeated it, I did the same hand graphic as he had down earlier on, they all laughed, now the ice was broken.
I looked at the one I fancied, 'Du', I said pointing to him, 'Jag', I said pointing to myself, 'Vill du knulla mig'?
The cabin fell silent. I had asked him to fuck me, and as I waited for him to reply, 'I will fuck you Mariel', another, more portly guy said, his beer belly not such an inviting prospect, but I was serious and I wanted a fuck.
I rose to my feet, a little shakily, and pulled my top off. I stood bare breasted my nipples sticking out like tent poles, I was in a trance, and suddenly he started to undress, 'Lock the fucking door', someone said, as I got on top of the bottom bunk, naked and shaved, 'Kom', I said in my native tongue, 'Knulla mig', I repeated as he got in between my open legs and I pulled my knees back and crossed then across his back, his weight crushing me, but at least his cock was where I wanted it, and so I settled down and fucked all three guys, three hours into the crossing, I had the sperm of three men inside me, and still had twenty hours of boat ride left.
Geraldine
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