My Sexual Journey Called Life 8211 Part VI
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It was cold and I shivered. We were having fun, running around, playing as c***dren do, helping us keep warm, and holding the cold at bay.
But now, as I crouched low behind some 'Wheely bins', my body cooled as the nights cold breeze seeped into my exposed crotch, my short skirt offering no protection, as it rode high on my exposed legs, the hemline high enough to expose my crotch, my thin panties, clinging to my contours, and in the dulling light my finger traced my outline, my thighs wide open as I studied myself, my fingertip running around the circle and up and down the line of my vagina, that bit felt good, and as I waited for one of my friends to discover me, the aim of the game we were playing, I run my finger up and down the outline in my panties, it felt good, and seemed to merge with the excitement of being discovered. I was just nine and thought nothing sexual about what I was doing, after all I was hidden from view, and touching myself in a manner that was new to me, and besides, it felt nice.
It was a new feeling, I had discovered just the other night as I slept with my pillow tightly between my legs, I squeezed it and had a wonderfully satisfying feeling, and here and now, with my finger, I was feeling it again, but with a slightly different intensity, and now with my naughty finger I pinpointed the exact spot that gave the best result, and that was where I concentrated, and rubbed, without doubt I was having my first masturbatory experience, and as crouched with my thighs wide apart, I rubbed away without a care in the world, my voyage of discovery of the unknown hidden pleasure of my own body, were played out behind that bin, and when that incredible moment came, I fell forward onto my knees, my heading hitting the wheely bin, my eyes tightly shut as my body heaved from the incredulous feeling, I suddenly felt an overwhelming relaxation as my first truly wondrous orgasm subsided, and I looked down into my crotch region, as the wet patch spread, I think I thought I had wet myself, and hastily tore my panties off, and put them into the wheely bin, got up, and left my debauched hidden area of pleasure.
After a short distance I decided to go back and fetch them, as my mother would surely account for them missing, so I went back and looked inside, but they were gone, someone had taken them in the few moments I had gone.
I panicked, because I knew there and then, someone must have been watching me, and I sensed real fear.
I wanted to run, but I was scared, I new I had to get them back and I trembled, that was when the light went on.
I was fully illuminated as the light from the kitchen window bathed me, and then he stepped into view and studied me, as I stood beside his Wheely Bins, like a criminal returning to the scene of her crime, and likewise, he held up my soiled panties as evidence of my wrongdoing.
In some sort of macabre sense I was happy to see them, for that much alone, at least I knew who had them, all I needed to do was retrieve them, so I did as he bade me, I walked through his open door, and waited until he had finished locking it, and followed him into his warm living room.
'You have been a naughty girl Mariel', he said matter-of-factly. We knew each other and strangely, his dulcet tone made me feel at ease. 'When did you start doing it', he queried, and as he sat down in his armchair, his housecoat opened and I could see he was naked under it, and that his cock was hard.
He saw me staring, so he obliged and held it open, taking delight in my shameful voyeurism.
'You like my big cock? I had seen men's cocks before, but never like this, rock hard and rigid, without a foreskin, somehow it was a fascinating thing, I was attracted to it, it appealed to me, so I nodded in acquiescence, without fully understanding why.
'I could see you doing it', he said, his voice dropping a tone, thicker with more meaning, 'Will you do it again for me, here and now'?
I pondered, and as I did so, he produced my panties, as bait.
I watched him, learning and studying, all the time my eyes flickering back to his exposed penis, standing proudly erect and sticking straight up as if saying to me, come and play with me.
'Can I have them back if I do', I asked him in my faltering voice, strangely excited, my fear dissipating, the warmth flowing back into my crotch, and as he nodded yes to my answer, my fingers began their journey back to my source of warmth, somehow being watched was appealing to me, something that in life I always sought, even back then I was a voyeuristic girl, I guess I was born to be watched and just knew instinctively what to do, as I sank down onto my haunches and opened my thighs to expose my organ of pleasure, and give an adult performance of unparalleled exquisiteness, the holy grail of wanking debuts.
He of course as nature would demand of me, stood up during my first public performance, and came over to me and inserted himself into my mouth.
By now he had dispensed of his housecoat, and with his testicles bouncing off my chin as I chewed and sucked on his cock, he gave me my first tasting of thick semen, coinciding with my second ever orgasm, a mutual feast of epic proportions, each feeding from the other, he shot what I felt, the more he released the stronger I came, each telling the other, our feelings were mutual and appreciative.
'Fuck girl, you really are something else', he uttered, once we had both recovered from our experience.
I smiled, still bathing in the warmth of my orgasm, the smile sufficing for the words as yet incapable of describing the act I had just participated in, and would go on to shape my life as a devotee to men throughout me life.
I looked at him and then stated I needed to get home, 'Give you mom my love', he called out to me, and I poked my head back around the door, 'Why', I asked, curiously, 'Because she gave you me', he replied, I laughed and skipped home, somehow I like the fact that my parents had parted, and just knew dad and I had something special and different, even his semen inside my stomach felt at home.
But now, as I crouched low behind some 'Wheely bins', my body cooled as the nights cold breeze seeped into my exposed crotch, my short skirt offering no protection, as it rode high on my exposed legs, the hemline high enough to expose my crotch, my thin panties, clinging to my contours, and in the dulling light my finger traced my outline, my thighs wide open as I studied myself, my fingertip running around the circle and up and down the line of my vagina, that bit felt good, and as I waited for one of my friends to discover me, the aim of the game we were playing, I run my finger up and down the outline in my panties, it felt good, and seemed to merge with the excitement of being discovered. I was just nine and thought nothing sexual about what I was doing, after all I was hidden from view, and touching myself in a manner that was new to me, and besides, it felt nice.
It was a new feeling, I had discovered just the other night as I slept with my pillow tightly between my legs, I squeezed it and had a wonderfully satisfying feeling, and here and now, with my finger, I was feeling it again, but with a slightly different intensity, and now with my naughty finger I pinpointed the exact spot that gave the best result, and that was where I concentrated, and rubbed, without doubt I was having my first masturbatory experience, and as crouched with my thighs wide apart, I rubbed away without a care in the world, my voyage of discovery of the unknown hidden pleasure of my own body, were played out behind that bin, and when that incredible moment came, I fell forward onto my knees, my heading hitting the wheely bin, my eyes tightly shut as my body heaved from the incredulous feeling, I suddenly felt an overwhelming relaxation as my first truly wondrous orgasm subsided, and I looked down into my crotch region, as the wet patch spread, I think I thought I had wet myself, and hastily tore my panties off, and put them into the wheely bin, got up, and left my debauched hidden area of pleasure.
After a short distance I decided to go back and fetch them, as my mother would surely account for them missing, so I went back and looked inside, but they were gone, someone had taken them in the few moments I had gone.
I panicked, because I knew there and then, someone must have been watching me, and I sensed real fear.
I wanted to run, but I was scared, I new I had to get them back and I trembled, that was when the light went on.
I was fully illuminated as the light from the kitchen window bathed me, and then he stepped into view and studied me, as I stood beside his Wheely Bins, like a criminal returning to the scene of her crime, and likewise, he held up my soiled panties as evidence of my wrongdoing.
In some sort of macabre sense I was happy to see them, for that much alone, at least I knew who had them, all I needed to do was retrieve them, so I did as he bade me, I walked through his open door, and waited until he had finished locking it, and followed him into his warm living room.
'You have been a naughty girl Mariel', he said matter-of-factly. We knew each other and strangely, his dulcet tone made me feel at ease. 'When did you start doing it', he queried, and as he sat down in his armchair, his housecoat opened and I could see he was naked under it, and that his cock was hard.
He saw me staring, so he obliged and held it open, taking delight in my shameful voyeurism.
'You like my big cock? I had seen men's cocks before, but never like this, rock hard and rigid, without a foreskin, somehow it was a fascinating thing, I was attracted to it, it appealed to me, so I nodded in acquiescence, without fully understanding why.
'I could see you doing it', he said, his voice dropping a tone, thicker with more meaning, 'Will you do it again for me, here and now'?
I pondered, and as I did so, he produced my panties, as bait.
I watched him, learning and studying, all the time my eyes flickering back to his exposed penis, standing proudly erect and sticking straight up as if saying to me, come and play with me.
'Can I have them back if I do', I asked him in my faltering voice, strangely excited, my fear dissipating, the warmth flowing back into my crotch, and as he nodded yes to my answer, my fingers began their journey back to my source of warmth, somehow being watched was appealing to me, something that in life I always sought, even back then I was a voyeuristic girl, I guess I was born to be watched and just knew instinctively what to do, as I sank down onto my haunches and opened my thighs to expose my organ of pleasure, and give an adult performance of unparalleled exquisiteness, the holy grail of wanking debuts.
He of course as nature would demand of me, stood up during my first public performance, and came over to me and inserted himself into my mouth.
By now he had dispensed of his housecoat, and with his testicles bouncing off my chin as I chewed and sucked on his cock, he gave me my first tasting of thick semen, coinciding with my second ever orgasm, a mutual feast of epic proportions, each feeding from the other, he shot what I felt, the more he released the stronger I came, each telling the other, our feelings were mutual and appreciative.
'Fuck girl, you really are something else', he uttered, once we had both recovered from our experience.
I smiled, still bathing in the warmth of my orgasm, the smile sufficing for the words as yet incapable of describing the act I had just participated in, and would go on to shape my life as a devotee to men throughout me life.
I looked at him and then stated I needed to get home, 'Give you mom my love', he called out to me, and I poked my head back around the door, 'Why', I asked, curiously, 'Because she gave you me', he replied, I laughed and skipped home, somehow I like the fact that my parents had parted, and just knew dad and I had something special and different, even his semen inside my stomach felt at home.
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