The things we do as girls
For women, eroticism is the driving force behind our attitudes to sex. I have found that every little thing I have done willingly, somehow makes men want more. I am left cold, at the film footage that is wasted on men's idea of sex, when viewed in porn, aggression, abuse and humiliation, as opposed to open love and tenderness expressed, when women direct from their hearts.
As a girl, and like many other girls have done these by accident or design, even today as I write, our brothers play a big part in our curious minds when cocks, turn from objects of humour, to objects of sexual desire.
His friend, who shall remain nameless, for legal and social reasons, was in his teens, I had a serious first ever crush on him, at f******n.
I was blossoming that summer's day, and even with my tomboyish figure of slim hips and small breasts, I wore a bikini that somehow managed to convey to him, I was an object of sexual desire, for he fussed over me and sent the signals, that I was desirable.
Even my brother, somehow got himself tied up in how he treated me. Was it a sudden awareness of his little sister reaching out to his friend for sexual attention, or was he being blinded by his own lusting to hump me, and feel the forbidden insides of a girl, willing to let him in?
We broke into the liquor cabinet, and downed vodka to the point of sickness and dizziness, where my head swam in circles as I lay on my back, staring up at the ceiling and confessing my love for his friend, who was standing over me, stark naked and masturbating himself.
I remember reaching down to my bikini bottoms to push them down, but they were gone, my brother had eased them over my slim hips and discarded them somewhere into the ether, I was like his friend, confused and touching myself, and the pleasure I was feeling was not from my own fingers, but those of my brother, deep inside me, thrusting and twisting, and then semen on my face and body, as his friend erupted, my brother mounted me and claimed my maidenhood, licking his friends semen from my face and transferring it to my mouth.
I wish I could say it all happened in the heat of the moment, which it did, but it opened something different inside of me, an acceptance of being totally liberated when it came to the physical act of fucking. We all fucked openly in front of each other, I with two cocks, that used me and each other, my mouth with my brothers mouth, smothered his friend's crotch, from his anus to his cock head, and visa versa, my own spit roasting, as I grunted like the proverbial pig, between two cocks, was an experience for a girl so young to be imprinted on my sexuality for ever, as normal.
On the outskirts of town there was a point in the river where one man made his living catching them and selling them to local fishmongers. He was different from other men, and frightened girls who found and spied upon him with sexual fantasy's.
He was a coloured man, with a beautiful body, and we spied because his fished in the water with nets wearing shorts that perfectly outlined his cock when he emerged from the water, as we giggled in comparison to the eels he caught.
Lying in the long reeds, with our flaxen hair shielding us from his view, there was never a dry crotch in our schoolgirl panties, as we lay side by side quietly relieving ourselves with our hands, our eyes focused on those wet shorts, wishing somehow they would miraculously fall away, and send a chorus of orgasmic delight to the heavens from the girls spying on him and his cock.
I was not alone succumbing to my sexual desire to be closer. Much later into our adult lives we learned of the sheer number of schoolgirl's hymens that hung from his bedpost over the years, but as you know from my last story, mine hung elsewhere closer to home, but that did not end there, I like everyone else, wanted to feel him wriggle around inside my cunt.
I made a point one Sunday afternoon to walk the river's edge, intent to quell the rising need to surrender myself to him. I dressed in a simple summer frock, loose fitting and free flowing, transparent with the setting sun behind me, showing off my athletic schoolgirl shape, to leave him in no doubt as to my intentions, I was completely naked under it, hiding my underwear to be retrieved on the way back home.
I stood open legged above him as he gazed up at me, when I stopped. He emerged from the water in those shorts, and a bulge that left no doubt in my mind of his intentions, of course he knew from experience, and the countless number of girls, who like me flocked here, just to be fucked by him.
We went into his house. At first I was overwhelmed by the fishy smell of the kitchen, where he put down the basket of dead eels, beside a wooden table where he gutted and cleaned them.
He kissed me and forced a long tongue into my mouth, that I sucked like and extra cock and licked with my own, as his huge hands covered every aspect of my naked body, in mere minutes.
Men like him don't care about the legality of age when a girls comes looking for it, and soon my hands were filled by his cock, too big to measure, before being pinned to the wall or floor by it.
In one swift move my summer dress lay in a heap amongst the guts on the floor, and a new unexpected feeling was on my erect nipple, he had pushed my nipple into the mouth of a dead eel, and closed the mouth around it, and twisted it, until the sandpapery teeth could be felt, the feeling strangely arousing me more.
I could feel my body's reaction to the cold dead cock-like feeling as he wrapped it around my thigh, and between my legs, forcing it hard into my crotch and between my bum cheeks, like a dong, and then came the sex, as he fucked me, filling me like no one ever had before in my limited experience. I wailed like a banshee when I cummed, and afterwards found it difficult to support myself as my thighs and legs gave way, to the powerful orgasm.
I would have fallen into a heap hade he not supported me with is cock inside me, pressing me tightly against the wall. I cooled off and regained strength and moved against him, feeling my internal pussy start to enjoy his presence inside me. His hand was down between us and began moving as I stood there wondering as his face contorted, as if in pain, and then to my horror and disgust I realised everything, just as he exploded onto my naked thigh, his semen coming in spurts, a he stepped away from me to view his painting of my thigh, the eel fell from me and landed at me feet, partially cooked in the heat of my cunt, which had so eagerly accepted it in lieu of the cock I so desired. When I looked down at the black shiny object that had so pleasured me unknowingly of course, I knew that it would soon be on someone's dinner plate, it filled me with disgust and an inner glee.
I grabbed my dress and fled his cottage, running naked along the river bank until my lungs were bursting. I retrieved my hidden underwear, and slipped naked into the river and washed myself, and allowed myself to air dry before getting dressed and went home, ticking off all those boxes in my silly girlish head, about sex and my experiences. i****t and b********y were now two more aspects I had experienced to give me orgasms that could be described as more than exceptional, whether I set out in life to sample such aspects makes no difference, there an be no doubt, that they are.
As a girl, and like many other girls have done these by accident or design, even today as I write, our brothers play a big part in our curious minds when cocks, turn from objects of humour, to objects of sexual desire.
His friend, who shall remain nameless, for legal and social reasons, was in his teens, I had a serious first ever crush on him, at f******n.
I was blossoming that summer's day, and even with my tomboyish figure of slim hips and small breasts, I wore a bikini that somehow managed to convey to him, I was an object of sexual desire, for he fussed over me and sent the signals, that I was desirable.
Even my brother, somehow got himself tied up in how he treated me. Was it a sudden awareness of his little sister reaching out to his friend for sexual attention, or was he being blinded by his own lusting to hump me, and feel the forbidden insides of a girl, willing to let him in?
We broke into the liquor cabinet, and downed vodka to the point of sickness and dizziness, where my head swam in circles as I lay on my back, staring up at the ceiling and confessing my love for his friend, who was standing over me, stark naked and masturbating himself.
I remember reaching down to my bikini bottoms to push them down, but they were gone, my brother had eased them over my slim hips and discarded them somewhere into the ether, I was like his friend, confused and touching myself, and the pleasure I was feeling was not from my own fingers, but those of my brother, deep inside me, thrusting and twisting, and then semen on my face and body, as his friend erupted, my brother mounted me and claimed my maidenhood, licking his friends semen from my face and transferring it to my mouth.
I wish I could say it all happened in the heat of the moment, which it did, but it opened something different inside of me, an acceptance of being totally liberated when it came to the physical act of fucking. We all fucked openly in front of each other, I with two cocks, that used me and each other, my mouth with my brothers mouth, smothered his friend's crotch, from his anus to his cock head, and visa versa, my own spit roasting, as I grunted like the proverbial pig, between two cocks, was an experience for a girl so young to be imprinted on my sexuality for ever, as normal.
On the outskirts of town there was a point in the river where one man made his living catching them and selling them to local fishmongers. He was different from other men, and frightened girls who found and spied upon him with sexual fantasy's.
He was a coloured man, with a beautiful body, and we spied because his fished in the water with nets wearing shorts that perfectly outlined his cock when he emerged from the water, as we giggled in comparison to the eels he caught.
Lying in the long reeds, with our flaxen hair shielding us from his view, there was never a dry crotch in our schoolgirl panties, as we lay side by side quietly relieving ourselves with our hands, our eyes focused on those wet shorts, wishing somehow they would miraculously fall away, and send a chorus of orgasmic delight to the heavens from the girls spying on him and his cock.
I was not alone succumbing to my sexual desire to be closer. Much later into our adult lives we learned of the sheer number of schoolgirl's hymens that hung from his bedpost over the years, but as you know from my last story, mine hung elsewhere closer to home, but that did not end there, I like everyone else, wanted to feel him wriggle around inside my cunt.
I made a point one Sunday afternoon to walk the river's edge, intent to quell the rising need to surrender myself to him. I dressed in a simple summer frock, loose fitting and free flowing, transparent with the setting sun behind me, showing off my athletic schoolgirl shape, to leave him in no doubt as to my intentions, I was completely naked under it, hiding my underwear to be retrieved on the way back home.
I stood open legged above him as he gazed up at me, when I stopped. He emerged from the water in those shorts, and a bulge that left no doubt in my mind of his intentions, of course he knew from experience, and the countless number of girls, who like me flocked here, just to be fucked by him.
We went into his house. At first I was overwhelmed by the fishy smell of the kitchen, where he put down the basket of dead eels, beside a wooden table where he gutted and cleaned them.
He kissed me and forced a long tongue into my mouth, that I sucked like and extra cock and licked with my own, as his huge hands covered every aspect of my naked body, in mere minutes.
Men like him don't care about the legality of age when a girls comes looking for it, and soon my hands were filled by his cock, too big to measure, before being pinned to the wall or floor by it.
In one swift move my summer dress lay in a heap amongst the guts on the floor, and a new unexpected feeling was on my erect nipple, he had pushed my nipple into the mouth of a dead eel, and closed the mouth around it, and twisted it, until the sandpapery teeth could be felt, the feeling strangely arousing me more.
I could feel my body's reaction to the cold dead cock-like feeling as he wrapped it around my thigh, and between my legs, forcing it hard into my crotch and between my bum cheeks, like a dong, and then came the sex, as he fucked me, filling me like no one ever had before in my limited experience. I wailed like a banshee when I cummed, and afterwards found it difficult to support myself as my thighs and legs gave way, to the powerful orgasm.
I would have fallen into a heap hade he not supported me with is cock inside me, pressing me tightly against the wall. I cooled off and regained strength and moved against him, feeling my internal pussy start to enjoy his presence inside me. His hand was down between us and began moving as I stood there wondering as his face contorted, as if in pain, and then to my horror and disgust I realised everything, just as he exploded onto my naked thigh, his semen coming in spurts, a he stepped away from me to view his painting of my thigh, the eel fell from me and landed at me feet, partially cooked in the heat of my cunt, which had so eagerly accepted it in lieu of the cock I so desired. When I looked down at the black shiny object that had so pleasured me unknowingly of course, I knew that it would soon be on someone's dinner plate, it filled me with disgust and an inner glee.
I grabbed my dress and fled his cottage, running naked along the river bank until my lungs were bursting. I retrieved my hidden underwear, and slipped naked into the river and washed myself, and allowed myself to air dry before getting dressed and went home, ticking off all those boxes in my silly girlish head, about sex and my experiences. i****t and b********y were now two more aspects I had experienced to give me orgasms that could be described as more than exceptional, whether I set out in life to sample such aspects makes no difference, there an be no doubt, that they are.
2 years ago
cocks cum and eel relief.xx
