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 ï>¿The Oak Tree Part 2 of a series documenting my sexual development and
experiences My age has been amended to comply with story rules. As I
mentioned briefly in "The Paper Round", my childhood and teenage years were
spent very much without any parental guidance.  Both my parents were, and
still are, very career focused, and had little time for me.  Instead I was
more or less raised by a series of nannies and mothers helps, who did their
best to cope with me.  By the time I was 14, a lady called Jenny had become
my surrogate mother.  She saw me through my teenage ups and downs, and in
fact still works for my parents to this day, as a housekeeper.

   However, even lovely Jenny wasn't able to tame my appetite for sexual
experiences and excitement.  She had no idea that the sweet, innocent Katie
was getting up to all sorts of naughty things.  She would have been
horrified if she had ever found out, let alone what my parents would have
thought.

   The accidental incident that I mentioned in "The Paper Round" was to
become the turning point in my journey through sexual awakening.  Those few
months I spent watching Pete masturbating for me in the store room had
suddenly lit a burning desire that had been smouldering inside me for 2 or
3 years.

   Although there was never any sexual contact between us, I'm sure you can
imagine just how the situation made me feel.  To sit in front of this young
man every week and watch him masturbate and squirt his load at me was
extremely arousing, and would always leave me with very wet panties. 
Despite desperately wanting to give myself a really good fingering, I was
still shy, and couldn't find the confidence to do it with Pete there.

   Instead I would rush home after my paper round, and as soon as possible
get upstairs to my bedroom and then finger myself until I was gasping for
breath.



   When I was 16, I decided to shave my pussy for the first time.  I had
always hated the horrible, blonde curly hair that had gradually engulfed my
lovely puss.  To my eyes, it simply looked an awful mess, and spoilt that
gorgeous sensation of my fingers on my naked skin.

   So, rather nervously, I borrowed my mothers razor blade one morning
(without her knowledge of course), and shaved the horrible mess completely
off.

   I have been fully shaved ever since, although these days I use my
own razor, and hair removal cream, you'll be glad to know.

   Throughout this period, I had been developing my masturbation
techniques, and started using a variety of implements.  I'm sure that I am
not the only teenage girl to have experimented with hair brush handles,
carrots, bananas, electric toothbrushes etc.

   However, it was in the spring of 2000, when I was 16, that I discovered
I had a particularly exciting talent.  By then, I had graduated from my
bedroom, and had begun to experience the joys of outdoor masturbation.

   I was lucky enough to have been brought up living in a large, 16th
century farmhouse, surrounded by around 119 acres of gardens, woodland and
paddocks.  Therefore, I had no difficulty in finding quiet, secluded
locations where I could enjoy myself in private.

   One of my favourite secret places was in the woodland area, where there
was a small open , grassy clearing.  On this particular occasion I had
"gone for a walk", and arrived at my special place feeling really horny .
Somehow I knew that things were different that day - I don't know why.

   Within a few seconds, I had slipped out of my skirt, removed my top and
stood with just my bra and panties on.  I can still remember the tingle of
excitement I always felt, when I unclipped my bra and released my pert,
full breasts.  Then, throwing my bra to the ground, I quickly hooked my
thumbs inside the elastic of my panties and pulled them off, kicking them
away across the grass.

   Then, to my tree - a large, fallen down oak , which lay across one edge
of my clearing.  It had apparently be blown down during the hurricane of
1987, I had once been told .  And now it was my tree.  Because, over the
past few months I had formed a special relationship with that oak tree.

   Using one of the dead branches as a foothold, I climbed up on to the
horizontal trunk, and, lifting over my right leg, sat down, astride the
magnificent tree.

   Instantly, the rough bark of the trunk was naughtily finding its way
between the already wet and swollen lips of my hungry, tight pussy.  It
would always make me gasp each time I first sat upon my tree - to feel my
inner lips being prized apart in quite an aggressive way was really
arousing to me.

   And then, I began to ride my tree-with my hips I rotated and thrust back
and forth, with my head back and my eyes closed, relishing the sensations
of being naked with the cool breeze upon my skin, whilst simultaneously
grinding my erect clitoris against the unrelenting oak.  Oh God it was the
most fabulous feeling ever!

   But then, something happened which I had never experienced before.  As I
continued to make love to my tree, I began to feel the quivers and
contractions of an orgasm approach.  But this time it felt strangely
different - more powerful, more overwhelming than anything I had previously
experienced in my life.

   My hips now seemed to have taken on a life of their own, and were now
violently rocking back and forth against the tree bark, as my thighs now
clenched themselves around the trunk, so that I am sure no one would have
been able to pull me off.  And my hungry, hot cunny was now raw and
exposed, as my erect clit begged for more.

   I reached down with my right hand and, gasping, began to rub my hard,
throbbing button.

   And then, suddenly, I remember letting out a loud involuntary moan of
pure ecstasy, as I released a gushing fountain of hot fluid from within my
pussy.  I will never forget the sound it made as it squirted out through my
fingers and over the tree trunk in front of me.

   The immense power of that wonderful orgasm seemed to knock me over,
because somehow I remember opening my eyes as I fell backwards onto the
tree truck, seeing the squirting liquid spraying out about a meter from my
puss.

   All I could do was lay there, fingers still working on my clitoris, as
wave upon wave engulfed me, my pussy still leaking out small spurts of hot
liquid cum.

   I think it was about 20 minutes before my orgasms subsided and I was
finally able to, shakily, climb down from my tree.  I was in a real mess -
my poor, virgin pussy was so sore from the friction caused by the tree
bark, and I was dripping wet with the juices of my orgasm.  My whole body
was exhausted, and my legs felt weak.  I slowly got dressed.

   I had absolutely no idea what had actually happened to me - in fact I
remember feeling really worried about it, thinking that I had somehow done
some damage to my bladder and caused myself to urinate.  My mind was in a
spin.  I'd have to go and see the doctor.  I'd have to tell him what I had
been doing to cause myself so much injury!

   I was frightened.  At only 16, I had no knowledge or experience of what
had happened.

   In fact, it was several months before I eventually discovered the truth
- that I am one of those lucky girls who is blessed with the ability to
experience the most wonderful sensations any girl could have - a Female
Ejaculation.

   I didn't go to see the doctor - I couldn't pluck up enough courage.  I
simply waited to see what may happen to me.  I was so sore from my
activities that I was unable to masturbate for over a week after that
incident in the woods.

   When I did resume my masturbating, I remember feeling very tense about
what may happen.  Nothing did!  Not for 4 months.  Apart from my usual
orgasms, which occurred every time, nothing happened.

   I began to assume that it had just been an accident - that I had somehow
pissed myself by some fluke of nature.

   And then, I had a surprise one day, whilst sunbathing in the
garden.....................................................................
.   Katie