From 73170.1547@CompuServe.COM Thu Jun 13 00:24:05 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: A teen boy learns about sex
From: Bill Burns <73170.1547@CompuServe.COM>
Date: 13 Jun 1996 04:24:05 GMT

The following is an adult story of a sexual adventure which happened

to me.  It is meant to be read by adults.  It is not intended to be

viewed by minors.  If you are under 18 go to a kiddy area and stop

reading.  If U don't like my spelling or writing style; that is

unfortunate.  I don't have a spell checker and I don't really care.



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This is the story of how Bill lost his virginity.  As you can imagine

it was an exciting experience for me.  I was a scared nervous teen.

I wanted it to happen but was frightened too. I hope you find it 

interesting.  Most women feel embarassed to get involved with younger

guys.  I sometimes wonder if more women think about it but are ashaimed 

to admit it.  Guys seem more willing to get involved with inexperienced

girls.  I know that the few times I have had to teach an inexperienced

girl has been beautiful and I always felt an obligation (no hardship, 

you understand) to make the experience as good as possible for my

inexperienced partner, even at the risk of missing some pleasure myself.



Story follows:





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The following is my recollections of the loss of my virginity.

Some of the circumstances are very clear while others are less

so.  I will do my best to recall the circumstances.  I'll tell

you one thing for sure.  It was one fantastic summer.  When I

was a kid I had asthma and when the ragweed came out it really

zapped me. Finally my parents learned of the pollen free area in

upper New York state and I used to go up there for the summer

and stay until after the first week of school in the fall.  That

way I missed most of the problem.  When I was 15 they did some

traveling and so I went up earlier than usual.  They made ar-

raingements with a woman who ran a boarding house to put me up. 

At 15 I looked about 19 or 20.  I was 6' tall and weighted about

175.  I had little self confidence and was, essentially, a jerk. 

My sex drive was very strong.  Like most teen boys I learned how

to masturbate in the 5th grade. I may have jerked off 4 times a

day, But I was shy my knees would turn to jelly and my cock to steel 

if a girl smiled at me.  I got tongue tied and I'm certain that a

number of girls finally left me alone just because they were

sure that I did not like them.  Some may have even thought that

I was queer.  Well I wasn't, even tho teen years did have some

exciting encounters and experiments with guys too.  I guess that

any sex was exciting sex.  The problem was that all I thought about 

was sex and I was so embarassed to know that as we stood and talked 

or danced that I was thinking about undressing her and touching her

that I had difficulty in responding in a light social way.  For

some reason that I don't understand I also felt a lot of guilt

over my sexual thoughts and desires.



It turned out that the landlady had a daughter of 25 who was

living there with her baby daughter.  Her husband had been

killed in the service.  The girl (woman) had the room next to

mine on the 2nd. floor of the house.  Her mom slept downstairs. 

The woman's name was Nancy and she seemed beautiful to me. 

Fair skin, long blond hair, blue eyes, lovely full breasts and a

tiney waist.  She was small, only about 5', which has always

been a turn on to me.  When she moved her breasts did a beauti-

ful dance of their own on her chest.  There were no other guys

around.  This house was in the Adirondack Mountains and on its

own private lake.  For some unknown reason this lovely lady

latched onto me.  Well, I guess I was the only guy around.  We

would pack a lunch and climb a mountain, or we would go swim-

ming, or hiking.  I couldn't keep my eyes off of her.  She grad-

ually drew me out so that I would talk and kid with her.  I

loved being close to her and bumped against her or found an

excuse to "accidently" touch her every chance I got.  She was

wise to me and apparently loved it too.  Later after we were

lovers she told me that she got a charge out of touching or

tickeling me and watching my cock get hard in my pants and then

seeing how I tried to hide the way my pants were sticking out,

from her view.  The walls between our rooms were like paper and

you could hear everything.  I didn't know till later that she

heard me jerk off and sometimes even heard me murmer the name of

the girl that I was dreaming about - hers.  She would often lay

in her bed and masturbate along with me.  God, if I had known it

at the time I might have torn the wall down.  I did listen to

her and imagined all kind of things, but never in my wildest

dreams did I guess that she was masturbating too.  I always

remember the first time she stood behind me so that her soft

breast pressed against the back of my arm.  I wondered if she 

knew her breast was touching me.  I sure did, and managed to

press back against it.



One day on the way back to the house we were all alone in a huge

field when she started roughhousing.  There was lots of body

contact and I loved it.  I didn't have enough guts to actually

hold her breasts.  I had to make it look like an accident.  We

were both wearing shorts and at one point as we rolled around in

the tall grass we got into kind of a 69 position.  I was over

her on my hands and knees and I was looking right down the leg

of her shorts.  I could see her white panties and even a couple

of crisp pubic hairs peeking out from the panty elastic.  I

don't remember whether I had the guts to do it on my own, but

suddenly my face was in her crotch.  God she smelled good.  Then

she brought her legs up and squeezed my head and I felt the soft

inner flesh of her thighs.  I was so excited that I thought that

my cock might have burst out of my pants.  It was this time when

I was overcome with sexual feelings that she put her hand on my

cock and squeezed it.  That did it.  I was too excited and could

no longer control myself.  I was embarassed and horrified to

feel the thick semen starting to squirt out of my cock.  It

didn't seem as though it would ever stop.  I wanted to make

fucking motions against her face while my own was still buried

between her legs, but I was much too ashamed to do anything but

freeze up tight and stay still until the spasms passed.  I was

worried that my cream would run out of my pants and onto her

face because of the position we were in.  However, it all stayed

in my underpants.  After I got my breath and senses I was too

embarassed to even speak.  She told me later that she had

guessed what had happened to me and it gave her a charge.  We

walked back to the house in silence and dinner was more subdued

than usual.  I was embarassed and ashaimed and didn't know how

to handle my feelings.



Sometime after dinner she bathed then went to her room and I

took a bath in the bathroom that we shared at the end of the

hall.  I loved the scent of the room after she had bathed; all

steamy and smelling of woman.  As was always the case I would

rummage in the hamper for a pair of her used panties to smell

and to slide over my cock.  This time I took them with me

because I wanted to use them to masturbate with when I got back

to my room.  I loved stroking myself with her panties and some-

times lifting them to my mouth and nose to make it all more real.

On the way to my room I had to pass her door.  This

night she called me in.  I was thrilled and started to enter

when I remembered her panties in my hand.  What to do?  I re-

solved the matter by tossing them in the direction of my door as

I turned into her room.  Interesting sidelight, womens panties 

still turn me on.  I love to smell them after they have been

worn and to wrap them around my hardness to masturbate.



She was seated with her back to me and when I got up close she

turned in an old swivel chair.  I couldn't believe my eyes, she

was nursing her baby.  I could see one whole breast and the

little kid squeezing it and sucking on the nipple.  Apparently

she still produced milk and nursed the baby at night and in the

morning.  God, it was beautiful.. and exciting.  I had no idea,

but she was playing the exhibitionist to turn me on and this, in

turn, turned her on.  She proceed to ask me some dumb questions

and I tried to divert my eyes to control my embarassment and

starting erection.  She sensed my embarassment and said things

like, "What's wrong with you?  Look at me when I talk to you". 

Then she moved the baby to the other breast and I could see the

milk around the nipple that the baby had been sucking and then

the second breast came into view.  The front of my white pajama

pants started sticking out like a tent as my cock grew longer

and harder.  I wanted to stay and enjoy everything but I was so

unable to deal with my feelings that I wanted to run.  I made

some excuse and tried to get away.  She called me back and said

that she wasn't finished talking to me.  Finally, when she

realized that she couldn't keep me longer she said something

about, "I hope a big strong guy like you can sleep well tonight". 

I mumbled that I could and she said, "I'm not talking about you,

Bill.  I'm talking about him", and with that her hand came up

and she quickly curled her fingers around my hard prick, all the

while smiling at me.  God it felt good, but it so unnerved me

that I ran out to my room to the sounds of her gentle laughter. 

Once in my room I stripped down and used her panties to mastur-

bate myself to a couple of climaxes.  Little did I know that I

had a partner on the other side of the wall.  She told me later

that she was listening and fingering herself to a climax as I

squirted and whimpered her name.  I fell asleep exhausted.



I awoke the next morning to the sound of her mom driving off. 

as the warm summer air came in the open window I lay on top of

the bed thinking about the night before.  My eyes were closed

and I was sniffing her panties and gently stroking my hard meat. 

Suddenly I was not alone. I heard a click and a shocked intake

of breath.  My dream girl had let herself into my room and as

the door clicked she turned and saw me playing with myself.  We

were both shocked, both excited but I was the one who couldn't

handle the situation.  In spite of what I really wanted I dove

under the covers and yelled for her to get out of my room.  I

tried to cover myself and was actually crying in rage and

complete frustration as I begged her to leave.  Thank god that

she stayed.  I was sure that since she had caught me masturbating

that she would think that I was a real kid and a jerk to

boot.  This was where her maturity really payed off.  In her

white pajames she quickly moved to the edge of the bed, sat down

and reached out to cover my mouth with her hand, thereby

shutting me up.  As I look back on it her touch was like a

person gentling a frightened animal.  Then she proceeded to tell

me how exciting she found me and how she had always wanted to

watch a guy do that.  She said that she did it all of the time

and I was dumbfounded.  I said that I didn't believe it and that

girls couldn't do it.  She smiled sweetly and reminded me that I

had a lot to learn.  She then went on to describe how a girl can

pleasure herself and as she spoke one of her small hands sneeked

under the covers to curl around my once again hardening prick. 

After she described to this wide-eyed dumb kid the way a girl

can use her fingers to produce the same kind of pleasures that I

experienced she stood up saying that it was about time that I

learned something about life.  Before I was fully aware of what

she meant she slipped off her pajama top and I could feast my

eyes on the two beautiful milk-filled breasts that I had a

glimpse of and had dreamed about so much.  Then she shucked off

her bottoms with a movement that appeared obscenely exciting and

which caused her breasts to dance on her chest.  Leaning over so

that the lovely milk glands swung out from her body she sat down

alongside of me on the bed.  I was breathless with excitement. 

Was it really all going to happen?  My luck just couldn't be so

good.... or could it?



She leaned over me so that her nipples touched my tummy and told

me that while I had the body of a man my mind still worked like

a little boy.  She was sitting on the bed and as she looked at

me one hand reached to gently manipulate my cock and balls. 

Then she leaned over and kissed me.  It was my first sexy kiss

and I was so dumb that I wasn't sure what to do when her warm

pink little tongue probed at my teeth, but it didn't take me

long to learn.  All the while her fingers were rolling my balls

in their furry sack and when she begain to milk the soft outer

skin of my hard penis I held her to me and started to make wild

fucking motions into her hand. It was a different touch than I

used when I jerked off, but it sure was exciting.  Fortunently

she realized what was happening and broke it off by pulling

away.  She explained that it was better to take it slow.  She

said that she promised to make me cum with her hand another time

but that she had something else in store for me now.  



Then she told me the story of her first sex.  The sounds she heard 

coming from her parents room that she didn't understand.  What a

couple of friends at school told her about those sounds, and the

time she eased the door open to peek, and saw her mother sucking

on the strange part of her father that she had accidently seen

a few times.  Later at 14 when she had flirted with a repair man

alone in the house, and the kisses they shared, the first tongue

in her mouth, hand on her young breast and later is mouth.  She was

both frightened and intrigued by the erect organ he brought out

into the open and the soft loose bag of balls under it.  He showed

her how to handle him and she was a willing student.  Those man organs

were so much fun to play with.  Sucking had seemed natural to her.

There were about a dozen trysts with the repair man. She loved to make

his cream squirt out, and acquired a life long taste for the salty

white elixir of love.  The first sex hurt but in an exciting way.

She wouldn't let him stop.  She realized she was lucky that she

didn't become pregnant from having her womb bathed in his semen.

He never invaded her rectum with his hard penis, but his finger did 

and she knew she was anal erotic.  Later she shared th secret with

her best friend who was going through a similar experience with the

married man of the couple she babysat for.



Her story excited me, although it did not all come out the first time.

I can remember the feelings and thoughts as though it was yesterday. 

I was so excited that I could hardly breath.  When she spoke I

looked at her sexy lips and mouth, but my eyes were constantly

drawn to her breasts with their soft curves and the exciting

nipples at the ends.  They were like nothing I had ever seen in

pictures.  She broke off the kiss and moved down so that those

lovely breasts dragged over my chest and tummy and finally she

moved so that they dragged over my hard prick and balls.  She

teased the head of my cock with first one nipple and then the

other.  She giggled when she saw me staring at her breasts and

asked me if I hadn't seen a woman's breasts before.  I mumbled

yes but that they never looked so beautiful or exciting. She

embarassed me by making me tell about the times at the locker

room at the beach when I peaked over the barrier into the

women's section or peaked though a hole in the wall.  She took

one of my hands and guided it over her breast and proceeded to

embarass me further as she wanted to know if my cock got hard

and if I masturbated as I peaked at girls.  When I nodded "yes"

to both questions she wanted to know if I caught my ejaculate in

my hand or where it squirted when I came.  She saw that I was

too embarassed to answer those questions so she moved up until

her left nipple was touching my lips.  Then she said that it was

all mine to play with and I brought my hands up to cup and

fondle the soft flesh as my lips captured the teat like the baby

in the other room.  I had forgitten the nursing incident with

the excitement of the moment so I was unprepared for the sweet

warm taste of mother's milk which flowed into my mouth as I

sucked at and manipulated the body of the breast.  I was excited

by the taste and shocked that I may have done something wrong. I

pushed the soft breast away and looked up into her eyes.  With

complete understanding she said, "Its ok, bill.  You can be my

baby.  Go ahead and suck.  It excites me that you are drinking

my milk."  Thats all it took and I went back to feeding at her,

first one nipple then the other as she stroked my hair and

whispered loving things to me.



Finally she pulled away saying, "Now that you have tasted milk

from my body I want to drink milk from yours".  I had no idea of

what she was talking about, particularly since she started

kissing and sucking at my nipples.  I thought she was teasing and

I said something about my not having any milk.  She looked up and

said something like, "Not here silly." kissing a nipple quickly. 

"I'll bet you have lots of warm thick creamy milk" and when I

clearly didn't understand she added as her hand slid down, "Its

salty and you store it in these two big beautiful testicles". 

Wow!!! She was actually talking about giving me a blow job....

Was it actually possible?  When she saw that I finally got the

message she added, "And I bet you taste delicious.  I'm going to

find out."  With that she moved down, I felt her breasts flatten

against my thighs as she milked the hard shaft of my cock with

her fingers and stared at the cockhead.  



Although my body was as big as a man's, my sexual organs were

probably half way between a boy's little weinee and a man's

thick cock.  I remember being flattered when she commented that

her little fingers couldn't circle my cock.  My balls, even as

a little boy, always hung down low.  Now however, the tesicles

were bigger and heavior but the bag they hung in was still

pink with just a light dusting of fur.  She scooped them up and 

they looked like two bird eggs laying in the palm or her hand.

Thats when I first realized that I could be excited by a women

looking at and examining my body.  Her manipulations and

my excitement caused a fat drop of clear pre-cum to ooze up out

of the little mouth of my cock and her pink tongue snaked out to

tease it and finally lick it away.  I was in heaven, but so

scared that I was actually afraid that I would piss.   Then as

her eyes stayed locked on mine her mouth opened and her lips

slipped over the head of my cock.  One hand manipulated my balls

in their hairy sack the other moved the soft outer skin up and

down the shaft while her mouth and tongue proformed their own

magic.  I realized how close I was to cuming and I pushed her

away, the scrape of her teeth producing a breathtaking sensation

as they slipped past the the edge of the glans.  She realized

what my problem was.  I was afraid that she would be shocked if

I lost control and climaxed into her mouth.  She told me that

she knew what I was worried about and that she wanted me to cum. 

That she knew what a man's semen tasted like and that she liked

the taste of it and liked to please a man that way.  Every time

she used the word "man" if was flattering and a prod to the ego

of a 15 year old boy.  She went back to her magic again, and

once again as I approached my orgasm I pushed her away in fear

and embarassment.  This time as her mouth came off my cock she

slapped me - hard enough to be quite a shock.  I couldn't

believe it and tears started to roll as she spoke sternly. 

"Bill, I would like to help you grow up.  I know you have been

dreaming about the things that have happened.  You are ready to

be a man.  You have a man's body but you still think and feel

like a little boy.  You have this one chance to cross the line

and become a man.  You have beautiful big heavy man's balls

hanging under your cock but the rest of you is still a  boy.

Now are you going to let me teach you or are you going to stay a

little boy for a few more years?"  God, how I wanted it to

happen, but she was right I didn't have the guts to speak out

and say "Yes".  Instead I mumbled something.  She wouldn't

accept it and pressed me for an answer.  Again the mumble and

again her demand that I get my act together and acknowledge that

I was laying in bed with a naked woman who wanted to teach and

share sexual pleasure with me.  She reminded me that I was no

longer peeking through a hole at someone else and I wasn't

sitting in my room alone and jerking off with dirty thoughts, or

her panties, I was with a partner who liked me but with whome I

had to participate.  She finally got an embarassed "yes" out of

me, and she then reminded me that I had to communicate even

though I might be embarassed.  I agreed and ever since that day

have been very open with my sexual partners.  Getting to be able

to be open or to be a sexual partner is something else again.



By this time I had grown soft and she teased me in a gentle

loving way about my limp noodle.  Her fingers and lips quickly

started it stirring.  She said that she wanted to feel it grow

in her mouth and she quickly sucked all of me in.  I watched

fasinated as my whole prick disappeared into her mouth.  Her

lips were against my pubic hair at the base of my cock and her

chin was digging into my balls in a most exciting way.  As I

grew longer and thicker her mouth slipped up along my cock until

just the head was in her mouth and her fingers took up their

previous play with the shaft and my balls.  It was so beauti-

fully exciting.  As though I was watching a fantastically dirty

movie where I was the actor, the star and the audience, all

rolled up into one.  I felt the tip of her tongue worming its

way into the tiny mouth of my cock.  Many women never learn how

sensitive that meatus is.  The bulk of semen moving through that

passage adds immensely to the pleasure of a male during his

ejaculation and just stimulation to the end is exciting.  (Its

funny that I have never read anything about that feeling as

contributing significantly to a man's pleasure, not even in

Masters & Johnson's works, but its a fact.)



When I wasn't looking at her mouth, her fingers or my own hard

dick I would look up and most times her eyes were watching my

expression and my reaction.  Slowly she removed her lips and I

raised my hips to maintain the contact as long as possible.  She

whispered something like, "Bill darling, I know that you are

close.  Remember that I want this to happen.  I want you to cum

in my mouth.  I want to enjoy the taste of your man-cream and I

intend to swallow it.  When it happens I want you to let

yourself go completely.  Don't be embarassed that I am here

watching and playing and drinking the most intimate gift that a

man can offer a woman.  If you want to cry out go ahead.  If you

want to grab my head or make fucking motions into my mouth go

ahead.  Don't hold back at all.  The more you react from what I

am doing to you the more you will please me."  Then she went

down on me again and the pleasure started all over again.  This

time I was more relaxed and I reached out to caress her soft

hair.  I overcame my nervousness enough to smile at her, and I

sensed an encouraging smile in return - although her smile was

impossible with a mouthfull of me.  My excitement grew and grew

until I was once again at the peak.  I could see in her eyes

that she was again concerned how I would react and she tensed

for the push which might be coming from me.  I could sense it. 

Instead I whispered how beautiful it was and begged her not to

stop.  Immediately I sensed the change.  I think it was her eyes

that smiled at me, and her stimulation increased.  Suddenly it

was happening.  My knees opened wide as I sought to thrust

myself into her warm wet mouth.  Her fist on the shaft of my

cock kept everything under control for her.  My testicles drew

up tight as I felt the first gush of thick creamy sperm start up

the shaft of my cock.  Oh God!  It was finally happening.  Her

eyes opened wider and her mouth drew back a bit as streams of

salty semen gushed into her mouth.  By this time my legs were

locked around her rib cage and I was lost in the ectasy of the

orgasm.  My head was rolling, I was crying out her name, I was

kicking the bed or the back of her thighs with my heals and I

was out of my mind with pleasure.  I noticed at least once that

she had swallowed and this excited me even more.  My pleasure

was also intensified by the fact that I saw her looking up at me

as she fed on the essense of my new manhood.  At that age my

cockhead was intensly sensitive after an orgasm, so much so that

it hurt to touch immediately after a climax.  Suddenly, what had

been pleasure turned to pain and I had to free myself from her

mouth.  This time she had something to learn.  At first she

didn't understand, but my new-found ability to express myself

about sexual matters got the message across.  As her beautiful

mouth slowly moved away from my still hard penis we were, for a

moment, connected by a silken thread of semen with a glistening

pearl at the center.  I felt like a king who had conquered an

army; in reality - I had been conquered.



As I was getting my breath and glorying in what had just happen-

ed the woman who had made it all happen moved up to kiss me.  I

noticed my semen on her lips and that excited me.  As her mouth

moved close to mine I could smell the pungent oder of fresh

sperm, and then I could taste it.  Her warm wet lips touched

mine in a kiss which would be different from any I could ever

imagine.  Her tongue slipped into my mouth and I gently sucked

it.  I tasted myself and it was almost as though I was sucking a

small penis.  Slowly she extracted her tongue even though I

tried to keep it.  Then the surprise.  She had saved some of my

semen and slowly fed it back to me as the kiss continued.  At

first I was shocked to feel the salty fluid run into my mouth. 

I pushed her away and this time our lips were connected by the

same thread.  It broke, and before I could speak she said,

"Swallow it", and "I want to share the rest with you".  Her lips

came down again and I swallowed before she fed me another dolop

of my boy cream.  I loved it and licked her lips and teeth and

sucked her tongue again for each trace of salty semen.



As the kiss continued I felt her playing with my cock which was

hard again.  She marveled at my youthful vitality and said it

was time to experience something new.  Laying on her back with

her legs spread and her knees slightly bent she urged me to

kneel between them.  I felt so awkward, but my heart was pound-

ing.  At last I was going to get to fuck a women... and what a

woman.  She reached down for my hardness and pulled me close. 

Then she teased herself with my cock head until she finally

lodged the bloated head in the notch leading to her vagina, and

then she teased me with talk while I was dying to get started. 

Finally she removed her fingers and ordered me to fuck her.  I

pushed it in until I was fully sheathed in her warm wetness.  I

don't remember as much of the rest as I should, except that

the direction that my hardness moved to enter her surprised me

by being more down than straight forward.  I do remember her

urging me on in very "un-ladylike" words which served to excite

me.  I do remember how good it felt as she brought her legs up

around me and at the very end she grabbed the cheeks of my ass

and as I started to spout streams of thick cum into her vagina

she worked a finger into my tight ass. I had a glorious orgasm

deep within her body and lay exhausted and panting, cradled

between her thighs as my once hard prick shrivled up inside of

her.



We played together all summer.  She continually asked me ques-

tions about my previous sex life; such as it was.  Learning to

masturbate, my first orgasm and ejaculation, how often I mas-

turbated, how far I could ejaculate, guys that I had jerked off

with and things we did together.  I found the talking about sex

to be very exciting, and still enjoy it.  I have also found that

many people cannot adjust to it and are embarassed by it. Before

the summer was over I had entered each opening in her body which

could accept a hard penis, she let me fuck her breasts, and was

so fasinated with the idea of a guy sucking himself that she

urged me to try as she watched until I could finally accept half

of my hardness into my mouth.  As excited as I was, the first

time that I ejaculated into my own mouth I couldn't for the life

of me bring myself to swallow.  The longer I held the salty

sperm in my mouth the more I didn't want to swallow.  This led

me to have a better understanding to the reaction of some girls

to having a guy climax in their mouth.  She loved to watch me do

this and would lay alongside of me and masturbate as she watch-

ed.  This was exciting for me.  Sometimes while I was doing it

she would play with my bag of balls or bite a testicle.  Often

she would stimulate me with a finger in my ass, and she intro-

duced me to the pleasures of prostate massage.  Sometimes we

would share my warm cream and she would pull my still spouting

cock from my mouth to get it into hers. In spite of my first

reaction to swallowing semen I guess this also taught me to like

it.  I have always loved having a partner share my cum in a kiss

after she sucks it out of me and I also enjoy going down on a

woman after I have ejaculated into her honeypot to taste our

mixed juices - perhaps in the same way that many women enjoy taking

a man's cock into their mouth after he pulls out of their vagina

and is covered with their juices and still leaking his own.



She taught me to please her oraly.  I loved the idea of opening

and kissing and licking a woman's sexual parts, but the first

time I found myself looking at her pinkness I was not sure that

I wanted to put my mouth there.  I went ahead because she had

told me how much it excited her ever since a teen girl friend

had done it to her, and because my commonsense overwhelmed my

squimishness.  Once I realized how much pleasure I could give

her that way. I learned to love pleasing a woman that way.



We made love in her bed and mine, out in the fields, in the lake

and on the bank after a swim.  We took baths together, and after

she taught me about anal sex.  I loved to bend her over and slide

my soapy hardness up into her tight bottom reaching around to

play with her dangling breasts as I fucked her in the shower. 

We explored fantasies "ideas" together from golden showers to

animal sex and from cross dressing to group sex.  Some we tried. 

I raped her (with rules) as she cried, kicked, struggled and

fought to get free.  We tied each other up and spanked each

other, and we masturbated together; sometimes watching each

other and sometimes doing it to each other.  She kept coming

up with new ideas and I loved every one.  She taught me how to

get into head games and how they could be weird but exciting. 

In one case she wanted me to pretend to be a "daddy" and she

would be my teenage daughter.  Then another time we reversed

roles and she was the "mommy" and we were alone on a deserted

island doing it to each other.



She loved to have me "cream" all over her breasts or to pull out 

of her mouth at the last minute and ejaculate over her face and 

breasts, or sometimes to pull out of her vagina and finish in her 

mouth.  She introduced me to talking "dirty" and calling her my 

pretty little cocksucker or, as I started to cum, she might be

a whore or a fucking baby bitch.



While the sex was fantastic I was also thrilled that this lovely older 

woman was so interested in me.  She admitted that she had always 

wanted to seduce a virgin guy and she milked it (and me) for every 

drop of pleasure (and semen) she could get.  Perhaps because of that 

early experience I too enjoy teaching inexperienced partners and 

widening their sexual horizons, whether they are, in fact, actual 

virgins or women married for 20 years but VERY limited in their sex

play.  Toward the end of the summer she was visited by a gal

friend who she had written to about me.  The new comer was in-

terested in "trying" me out and it lead to a 3 some.  By this

time I was able to express myself and I urged the 2 girls to

touch and play while we were all undressed.  They had both

thought about it and decided to try.  I loved watching and partici-

pating.  I guess that I am part voyer and part exhibitionist.



In the case of my first sex I would now suspect that my first 

partner acted in such a bold fashion because she realized that 

we would never see each other again.  It was a once in a life 

time chance to let all stops out.  I loved it.



When the summer was over and I had to leave, I cried.  I was

deeply hurt that she said she wouldn't write or attempt to see

me again.  I was sure that I was truly in love, but of course

the situation was impossible.  When I returned to school I had a

lot of un-learning to do.  The girls I dated were not ready for

my skills.  I also found that the openness which I had with

Nancy deserted me with someone new.  A couple of years later

when I was able to make love to a girl my age it was much

different.  She was too embarassed to communicate, and she

almost pretended that it was not happening.  I think that the

next really good sexual experience was with another older woman. 

No, I don't think that I was hung up on them.  I was just lucky. 

she was a widow, a secretary for a company where I had a  job. 

Unlike Nancy she was somewhat shy and embarassed to let herself

go.  In many ways I ended up being her teacher, since she had

never tasted a man's seed or had her bottom played with.  Just

getting her to take my cock in her mouth was a big deal much

less drinking my semen.  She really wanted to but had to over-

come some strong feelings.  In some ways it was fun teaching

her.  In spite of having been married and having one teenage son

she was almost like a frightened young virgin once I undressed

her and then exposed myelf just inches from her face.... however

thats another story.





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Well, there you have it.  I told it as best I remember it. No I

did not have a tape recorder there although it might seem as

though I did.  If I ever ran into a whole room full of women

like Nancy they would probably find me the next morning dead in

a puddle of warm sperm with a smile on my face.  Well, the semen

would probably be cold and yucky, but the smile would be frozen

there.









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I am an adult male who enjoys communicating about sex by computer,

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Bill