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I sat in the front row in class, during a Physics lesson, and the teacher's front tooth fell out and landed on the desk, he looked out to the class and smiled, and we all burst in to laughter, strange thing was, because of that incident, I never forgot the lesson, I related the topic to him and could recall the topic.
The same goes for sex and sexual encounters, some instances are never forgotten, the romantics always say, you never forget your first kiss, the realists say, you never forget your first fuck, which from experience is way better than a kiss, but for me, sex is so diverse, it has so many themes and experiences, I tend to dwell on my growing up and my exposure to those elements, which I shall endeavour to excite you with, a feminine view on the dirty and seedy side of men.
1. The Park Bench Incident
I left school at 15:00 and made my way home, only stopping off at the park to sit on the bench and admire the cherry blossoms, in full bloom.
I closed my eyes and inhaled the scent of the blossoms, and when I opened them again, he stood opposite me, standing in Rhododendrons, which were shielding him from view of any others in the vicinity, not that I looked around to see who was there, no my eyes were transfixed on him and what he was doing.
He had taken all his clothes off, they lay in a bundle at his feet, and he was furiously masturbating and holding his finger to his mouth, in a shushing motion, asking me to be quiet, not to call out, or something in the fashion, so as I sat rigid and silent he worked on his erection furiously, then strode towards me and released his contents onto my angelic upturned face, three times it hit me, then he ran off.
The first thing I noticed was it smell, it was very strong. He had hit me between the eyes, and it ran down my nose and entered my left eye, where it stung.
He had also stuck me in my mouth, silly girl, as I sat with my mouth open, he jetted in and I had the instant salty taste, acrid and foul, but due to an involuntary action, I swallowed, so that day, my senses were re-educated, smell sight and taste, I went home in the body of a young girl knowledgeable in the discharge and taste of semen, not to mention my knickers, which I took off to clean myself with, were in my pocked soaked with the stuff.
That night while I lay in bed, I took them out of my pocket and rolled them into a tight ball and pushed it hard into my crotch, then I squeezed on them as I went over his actions, and I had an orgasm.
2. The night I watched my Mother with my brother
My brother was definitely a mummies boy, she fussed over him and was always hugging him and pecking him on the face, dont get me wrong she lavished me with similar affections, but when she had been drinking, it was him she held closest.
Dad had been away for a month and had called earlier to say he was working another hitch and would not be coming home for some time yet.
So that night she was drinking and by eight o'clock, she was definitely worse for wear.
We all agreed on Pizza for dinner, so my brother called for the take-away and we sat watching TV awaiting its arrival.
After ten minutes my brother went to his games consul and I went upstairs to my room to get a cassette tape to listen, when the Pizza arrived. I walked out of my room to the landing and heard voices, the living room door was closed and my brothers game consul was making a lot of noise, the voices were my mum and the Pizza guy.
I looked down and the first thing I saw was that mum was wearing a housecoat, but what shocked me was it was open and she was naked underneath, and the Pizza guy could see everything.
My heart skipped a beat and I stood back, out of sight, only hearing the mumbling their voices, then silence, so I stole a look and they were kissing and the guy had his hands in her housecoat and was cupping her buttock as mummy was trying to loosen his pants. 'Cum into the kitchen' I heard her clearly say, and he stepped into the corridor then went back outside saying, 'I better not'.
Mummy was begging him to come inside, but he declined and left.
I ran back to my room with a very strange feeling after what I had just witnessed, I had never seen her in the sexual state of mind, or so sexually aggressive.
My brother burst into my room shouting, 'Pizza's here', and went straight back out. I followed him downstairs and went into the TV room, where the TV was showing a show and mummy was lying full stretch on the settee propped-up by a cushion, and my brother sat on the floor with his back resting against the settee.
We ate our pizza and I sat in a chair, off to the left and slightly behind the settee, the room was darkened, and we watched a rented movie.
Mummy had been running her fingers through my brothers hair and when she looked around at me I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.
She then patted my brothers head and when he looked up at her, she indicated he get onto the couch with her, which he did, and she positioned him between her legs and cradled his head on her chest.
She was running her hand up and down his chest under his t-shirt, then she would stop and let it rest on his crotch, and I could see her fingers very indiscernibly, twitch then apply a little more pressure.
I knew what she was doing, she was fondling him, trying to excite him and he just just her, at one point she kissed him on the side of his face then squeezed him with more intent.
She then reached down to the floor to retrieve he glass of wine, and looked back at me, I continued to pretend to sleep, she took a long drink and settled back into her position, but raised both her knees exposing her bare inner thighs in the process. She then resumed running her hand up and down under his t-shirt but delved deeper into waist band, and I could see her hand working inside his pants, my brother turned towards the back of the settee and from there I could see he was suckling her breast.
I was not shocked, just numbed, my brother and mother were sexually active on the settee and I had a front row view and when he turned around and mounted her, it was the vision of her long naked legs encircling him as he humped her, it was raw, and very very sexual, I was stunned as I drank everything in, that night my mother changed for ever in my mind.
3. My Boyfriend and the Old Man in the Pub.
It was pink, made of loosely stitched wool, and very short, in fact if I put it on naked, you could see everything underneath it.
My boyfriend loved it and would ask me to wear it, then we would have sex, as he was so turned-on, of course I was naked under it and the sex was on my mind.
It eventually got to the psychological conditioning that every time I saw it hanging in my wardrobe, I got horny.
I was sixteen and having sex regularity, so much so that I was not fazed, in fact outside wearing my pink little number, I started experimenting with getting turned-on, especially on nights I was out and not wearing it.
On this night in particular I was wearing it, I added spice by wearing stockings and belt, a thong but went braless, as my nipples would stick through the woollen netting of the material.
We went down to the next village pub and I sat in a small alcove while my boyfriend went to the bar.
Directly opposite me sat an old man, and he had immediately saw my arrival and when I took my coat off, could not help but see my state of undress and revealing attire.
The pub was empty and sat and relaxed as he blew steam looking at me, so I obliged by letting him see up my short dress, it was a pity my nipples was so pale, they were sticking out and my boyfriend remarked on it when he returned to the table.
'Dont look across, but the old man opposite is staring', I said as I raised my glass to my mouth.
My boyfriend was immediately excited and suggested I take my knickers off, there and then, in front of him and let him see me do it, then it was a dare, as his keenness sharpened, then he begged me.
It was all too much, so I said yes, but only when he went to the toilet, I wanted to be alone with the old man when I did it, this drove him into overdrive, not to mention myself, as I was now randy and very keen to do it.
When he left the table I resumed looking at the old man opposite and when he smiled I nodded for him to join me in the alcove, which he did.
'You are very beautiful', he said to me, 'Is that why your staring at me', I replied, feeling very brave and very raunchy, now he was sitting alongside me, staring at my perky nipples, sticking out of the material.
'You like them', I ventured, making no effort to cover up, 'I love all see through stuff', he replied, 'Very sexy and naughty', he continued, looking down at my crotch, then back to my eyes and laughed.
'What turns you on', I asked brazenly, 'Top half or bottom half', feeling the warmth ooze between my legs, this akin to dirty talking and I was up for it, like a vamp in heat.
'Well', he paused momentarily, 'I can already see your titties and nipples, so your Cunt would be nice'.
That put me over the top, I almost wet myself, a perfect stranger discussing my tits and cunt, did it for me, I laughed to show no offence, then my face went serious, 'I had better take them off then', and before he could answer, I peeled them off as he watched, and handed them to him, 'Here you keep them', I said, adding with my voice more thickly, 'They are wet, because I am very wet', looking deep into his eyes, as I added the ultimate statement, 'I need a good fucking', raising my glass to my lips and downing its contents in one go.
He put my knickers in his trouser pocket and looked down at me exposed cunt. I had turned to face him and put my left knee onto the wooden bench, where we sat, so my short pink number was riding high and my stockinged thigh, and my wet pink number was open to full view, as he slid slightly forward and pushed two fingers into me.
My body visibly shook as if I were shivering on a cold night, my eyes were tightly closed and my mouth was open as my tongue wetted my lips, I was on a sexual high as this old stranger masturbated me in public, thrusting his fingers into me fully, in a rhythmic fucking motion, I was lost and cumming, as he touched my clitoris with his thumb, I exploded and convulsed, my bare bottom slapping on and off the hard wooden bench, as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss racked my body.
My God! I thought, all this happened within 15 minutes, talk about two people up for it, I mean I only saw him for the first time 30 minutes ago.
I regained my composure and looked around for my boyfriend, who was seated at the bar, in conversation with the barmaid, he had come back, but withdrew to the bar as he noted us in conversation, but blissfully, unaware of what we just did.
The old man I have mentioned in some stories previously told, I continued to meet him after this, we became full lovers and I satisfied a niche about being spanked and thrashed, in his house and out in the open, he was a firm disciplinarian, as my bare bottom would attest, after which we would fuck, 'Better than Viagra', he would say, as my bottom stung and my pussy sang.
The same goes for sex and sexual encounters, some instances are never forgotten, the romantics always say, you never forget your first kiss, the realists say, you never forget your first fuck, which from experience is way better than a kiss, but for me, sex is so diverse, it has so many themes and experiences, I tend to dwell on my growing up and my exposure to those elements, which I shall endeavour to excite you with, a feminine view on the dirty and seedy side of men.
1. The Park Bench Incident
I left school at 15:00 and made my way home, only stopping off at the park to sit on the bench and admire the cherry blossoms, in full bloom.
I closed my eyes and inhaled the scent of the blossoms, and when I opened them again, he stood opposite me, standing in Rhododendrons, which were shielding him from view of any others in the vicinity, not that I looked around to see who was there, no my eyes were transfixed on him and what he was doing.
He had taken all his clothes off, they lay in a bundle at his feet, and he was furiously masturbating and holding his finger to his mouth, in a shushing motion, asking me to be quiet, not to call out, or something in the fashion, so as I sat rigid and silent he worked on his erection furiously, then strode towards me and released his contents onto my angelic upturned face, three times it hit me, then he ran off.
The first thing I noticed was it smell, it was very strong. He had hit me between the eyes, and it ran down my nose and entered my left eye, where it stung.
He had also stuck me in my mouth, silly girl, as I sat with my mouth open, he jetted in and I had the instant salty taste, acrid and foul, but due to an involuntary action, I swallowed, so that day, my senses were re-educated, smell sight and taste, I went home in the body of a young girl knowledgeable in the discharge and taste of semen, not to mention my knickers, which I took off to clean myself with, were in my pocked soaked with the stuff.
That night while I lay in bed, I took them out of my pocket and rolled them into a tight ball and pushed it hard into my crotch, then I squeezed on them as I went over his actions, and I had an orgasm.
2. The night I watched my Mother with my brother
My brother was definitely a mummies boy, she fussed over him and was always hugging him and pecking him on the face, dont get me wrong she lavished me with similar affections, but when she had been drinking, it was him she held closest.
Dad had been away for a month and had called earlier to say he was working another hitch and would not be coming home for some time yet.
So that night she was drinking and by eight o'clock, she was definitely worse for wear.
We all agreed on Pizza for dinner, so my brother called for the take-away and we sat watching TV awaiting its arrival.
After ten minutes my brother went to his games consul and I went upstairs to my room to get a cassette tape to listen, when the Pizza arrived. I walked out of my room to the landing and heard voices, the living room door was closed and my brothers game consul was making a lot of noise, the voices were my mum and the Pizza guy.
I looked down and the first thing I saw was that mum was wearing a housecoat, but what shocked me was it was open and she was naked underneath, and the Pizza guy could see everything.
My heart skipped a beat and I stood back, out of sight, only hearing the mumbling their voices, then silence, so I stole a look and they were kissing and the guy had his hands in her housecoat and was cupping her buttock as mummy was trying to loosen his pants. 'Cum into the kitchen' I heard her clearly say, and he stepped into the corridor then went back outside saying, 'I better not'.
Mummy was begging him to come inside, but he declined and left.
I ran back to my room with a very strange feeling after what I had just witnessed, I had never seen her in the sexual state of mind, or so sexually aggressive.
My brother burst into my room shouting, 'Pizza's here', and went straight back out. I followed him downstairs and went into the TV room, where the TV was showing a show and mummy was lying full stretch on the settee propped-up by a cushion, and my brother sat on the floor with his back resting against the settee.
We ate our pizza and I sat in a chair, off to the left and slightly behind the settee, the room was darkened, and we watched a rented movie.
Mummy had been running her fingers through my brothers hair and when she looked around at me I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.
She then patted my brothers head and when he looked up at her, she indicated he get onto the couch with her, which he did, and she positioned him between her legs and cradled his head on her chest.
She was running her hand up and down his chest under his t-shirt, then she would stop and let it rest on his crotch, and I could see her fingers very indiscernibly, twitch then apply a little more pressure.
I knew what she was doing, she was fondling him, trying to excite him and he just just her, at one point she kissed him on the side of his face then squeezed him with more intent.
She then reached down to the floor to retrieve he glass of wine, and looked back at me, I continued to pretend to sleep, she took a long drink and settled back into her position, but raised both her knees exposing her bare inner thighs in the process. She then resumed running her hand up and down under his t-shirt but delved deeper into waist band, and I could see her hand working inside his pants, my brother turned towards the back of the settee and from there I could see he was suckling her breast.
I was not shocked, just numbed, my brother and mother were sexually active on the settee and I had a front row view and when he turned around and mounted her, it was the vision of her long naked legs encircling him as he humped her, it was raw, and very very sexual, I was stunned as I drank everything in, that night my mother changed for ever in my mind.
3. My Boyfriend and the Old Man in the Pub.
It was pink, made of loosely stitched wool, and very short, in fact if I put it on naked, you could see everything underneath it.
My boyfriend loved it and would ask me to wear it, then we would have sex, as he was so turned-on, of course I was naked under it and the sex was on my mind.
It eventually got to the psychological conditioning that every time I saw it hanging in my wardrobe, I got horny.
I was sixteen and having sex regularity, so much so that I was not fazed, in fact outside wearing my pink little number, I started experimenting with getting turned-on, especially on nights I was out and not wearing it.
On this night in particular I was wearing it, I added spice by wearing stockings and belt, a thong but went braless, as my nipples would stick through the woollen netting of the material.
We went down to the next village pub and I sat in a small alcove while my boyfriend went to the bar.
Directly opposite me sat an old man, and he had immediately saw my arrival and when I took my coat off, could not help but see my state of undress and revealing attire.
The pub was empty and sat and relaxed as he blew steam looking at me, so I obliged by letting him see up my short dress, it was a pity my nipples was so pale, they were sticking out and my boyfriend remarked on it when he returned to the table.
'Dont look across, but the old man opposite is staring', I said as I raised my glass to my mouth.
My boyfriend was immediately excited and suggested I take my knickers off, there and then, in front of him and let him see me do it, then it was a dare, as his keenness sharpened, then he begged me.
It was all too much, so I said yes, but only when he went to the toilet, I wanted to be alone with the old man when I did it, this drove him into overdrive, not to mention myself, as I was now randy and very keen to do it.
When he left the table I resumed looking at the old man opposite and when he smiled I nodded for him to join me in the alcove, which he did.
'You are very beautiful', he said to me, 'Is that why your staring at me', I replied, feeling very brave and very raunchy, now he was sitting alongside me, staring at my perky nipples, sticking out of the material.
'You like them', I ventured, making no effort to cover up, 'I love all see through stuff', he replied, 'Very sexy and naughty', he continued, looking down at my crotch, then back to my eyes and laughed.
'What turns you on', I asked brazenly, 'Top half or bottom half', feeling the warmth ooze between my legs, this akin to dirty talking and I was up for it, like a vamp in heat.
'Well', he paused momentarily, 'I can already see your titties and nipples, so your Cunt would be nice'.
That put me over the top, I almost wet myself, a perfect stranger discussing my tits and cunt, did it for me, I laughed to show no offence, then my face went serious, 'I had better take them off then', and before he could answer, I peeled them off as he watched, and handed them to him, 'Here you keep them', I said, adding with my voice more thickly, 'They are wet, because I am very wet', looking deep into his eyes, as I added the ultimate statement, 'I need a good fucking', raising my glass to my lips and downing its contents in one go.
He put my knickers in his trouser pocket and looked down at me exposed cunt. I had turned to face him and put my left knee onto the wooden bench, where we sat, so my short pink number was riding high and my stockinged thigh, and my wet pink number was open to full view, as he slid slightly forward and pushed two fingers into me.
My body visibly shook as if I were shivering on a cold night, my eyes were tightly closed and my mouth was open as my tongue wetted my lips, I was on a sexual high as this old stranger masturbated me in public, thrusting his fingers into me fully, in a rhythmic fucking motion, I was lost and cumming, as he touched my clitoris with his thumb, I exploded and convulsed, my bare bottom slapping on and off the hard wooden bench, as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss racked my body.
My God! I thought, all this happened within 15 minutes, talk about two people up for it, I mean I only saw him for the first time 30 minutes ago.
I regained my composure and looked around for my boyfriend, who was seated at the bar, in conversation with the barmaid, he had come back, but withdrew to the bar as he noted us in conversation, but blissfully, unaware of what we just did.
The old man I have mentioned in some stories previously told, I continued to meet him after this, we became full lovers and I satisfied a niche about being spanked and thrashed, in his house and out in the open, he was a firm disciplinarian, as my bare bottom would attest, after which we would fuck, 'Better than Viagra', he would say, as my bottom stung and my pussy sang.
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