TREATING MYSELF TO A REAL MAN.

 Because of the comments and messages people have kindly sent to me about my stories, I have always been inspired to write more. I love writing them. They excite me, probably as much as they obviously excite you, the readers. I continue to reminisce and yet another tale comes to mind.
I’m going to tell you all about another episode in my life. This is from my younger days. I was 17. Now, before I start, let’s get one thing straight. Do not picture me as some teenage rebel who went around effing and jeffing, sat on park benches, smoking and swigging cheap lager from tinnies. I was highly intelligent, extremely well-mannered and very respectful to my elders. I must admit to being very highly sexed but, weren’t we all ! I was well aware of the need to consider my reputation and, although I had many opportunities, I resisted most of them, my main thought being to avoid getting a name as some girl who “drops ‘em for anybody. So there !
I had a great relationship with my mum. She had been a teenager once, surprise surprise. She knew what the pitfalls were and we had so many chats on the subject of sex. She never lectured me. We chatted as mates. She talked about her early sexual encounters and we both laughed loudly at the things she got up to. I became comfortable talking about my experiences, albeit few at that stage, and the similarities were endless. The bottom line was that young lads, who thought they were God’s gift, were crap in bed and we both had had to finish the job ourselves, on many occasions. She was amazing really. She bought me a vibrator once. God, how many mum’s would do that! I remember using it the first time. Nothing like the stuff we have today. A non-doctor thing, I think it was called. Very basic, but, God, it didn’t half do the trick.
She was the best mum in the world. I remember her taking me to the doctor to get me put on the pill. Better safe than sorry, was her advice. She bought me sexy underwear, saying I should always look my best. Nice little lacy panties, seventies style, some with tie sides. Coloured bras as opposed to the white, which were fairly prevalent in those days. Remember, this was the 70’s.
I was a bit jealous of her. I’d heard her and dad having sex on several occasions. At the time, I had a few boyfriends and, on many occasions, I had to finish myself off because they’d manged to spunk down my legs before they’d even got inside me. But, mum was getting properly shagged off my dad. It seems rather perverse now, listening at the door while your parents are at it. But, it really excited me, listening to her rhythmic gasps as he pushed his cock into her. The gaps between each gasp shortening as he quickened the pace and she started to orgasm. These weren’t 5 minute quickies either. I listened to them one night and she got a good half hour of almost constant shagging.
Yes, I was jealous. I wanted some of that myself. Not with my dad, I hasten to add. But, yes, I wanted somebody older than I.
So, there I was. 17 years old, frustrated and, not to put too fine a point on it, gagging for it. I had the body of a fit 20 year old. Solid, hard, 36 D’s, I remember, with a nice curvy bum, and, all this wasted on little boys. I wanted a man.
Anyway, my mum had a great friend from her school days. Mary was similar age to my mum, about 40. She had moved to Weymouth, we were still near Cambridge. We holidayed with her regularly. She had married. He was Joe, much younger than her, about 30, I think, about the time of this story. I remember earlier times, when I was about 12 or 13, and he used to wind me up, always referring to me as the little schoolgirl, and always encouraging my parents to pack me off to bed so they could enjoy themselves. I must admit, as I reached 14, I started to find him quite sexy. I used to look at him sunbathing in his speedos and started to admire his muscular physique.
Anyway, we’d not been for about 3 years and, yes, I’d grown up a lot. Dad couldn’t get time off, so, mum and I went to stay for a week. I couldn’t help but notice his admiring glance when we arrived. Instead of a pimply girl, there was me, this full grown woman in a low-cut summery mini dress.
That night was fun. Drinking and laughing in the garden. Barbecue and booze. Joe was all over me. Any chance to collar me in a quiet corner, he did it. The wine flowed and I got much less inhibited. “Not suggesting my parents send me to bed, are you now,” I bravely put to him. “I’d like to put you to bed, myself”, was his lecherous reply. Imitating the great Frankie Howerd, I replied, “Oooh, er, Mrs, you are forward.” Adding, “Your wife might not like that, though. Especially as I sleep in the nude.” “Well, I’m not going to tell her, if you’re not”, he whispered. I hesitated slightly before saying “It’ll be our little secret. Mind you, if you got in bed with me, it would become a big secret.” The drink was most certainly taking away all my inhibitions. Mind you, I’ve always enjoyed flirty conversation. He looked me straight in the eye, “God, you have grown up, haven’t you. You don’t beat about the bush, do you”. We were interrupted, at this point, by my mum, and quickly changed the subject to music. “It’s gone 11, Mary and I are off to bed, now, “ she announced. Mary joined us and, being a little tipsy, grabbed Joe by the arm. “Come on big boy, take me to bed”. “Somebody’s on a promise, Joe”, my mum giggled, also quite tipsy. I remember feeling a little pissed off that I’d got him horny and Mary was going to get laid.
Anyway, into the house we went, all wishing each other a good night’s sleep. Mum and I had separate rooms. Mary and Joe lived in a three bedroomed bungalow. I had the smallest room, between Mum's room and Mary’s room. I remember stripping off and laying on my bed, smiling at my conversation with Joe. Would he sneak in to my room. No way, I thought, Too much of a risk, surely. So, I dismissed that idea totally and, not being particularly tired, thumbed through a magazine. After a few minutes, I heard a very faint giggling from Mary’s room. I’d expected her to go straight to sleep after the amount of booze she’d had.
I got out of bed and put my ear to the wall. Minutes passed. A little giggle here and there. Then, my God, a very faint gasp. They were fucking. I couldn’t hear clearly, the walls were too thick. I gingerly opened my door and went along the hallway. I listened at my mum’s door. I slowly turned the knob and, in the moonlight, could see she was fast asleep. I went to Mary’s door. Oh, the sound was so much clearer. Those delicate, continuous moans of a woman being licked, as opposed to the jerky gasps of one being fucked. Although I’d never experienced being licked, I’d heard mum and dad and had worked out the difference for myself. I suddenly came to my senses and remembering I was naked. I slipped back into my room and put on a Tshirt and some knickers, thinking, if I got caught, I could pretend to be on the way to the kitchen. God, I was getting so sly. I went down the hall and put the kitchen light on, placing a cup near the kettle before sneaking back to their bedroom door. Things were hotting up. Her sighs were still faint but much louder and more continuous. Then, after a few more minutes, I heard her let out a louder gasp. Then another, quickly followed by an amazing pleasurable groaning sound. “Get it in me”, I heard her say. More gasps. He was obviously fucking her now. Several minutes passed before I heard her, now quite clearly, say, “Do it, Joe, do it. I’m coming. Don’t stop, Joe. Fuck me, fuck me harder.” Then a few more grunts before silence.
I stood there, mouth wide open, willing them to carry on. Just silence. I was just about to go back to bed when, shit, the door knob turned. I ran into the kitchen and flicked the kettle on. “Can’t sleep, eh ?” I turned to see Joe in the kitchen doorway. I couldn’t help but look down towards his waist. He was wearing the most gorgeous pair of pants. Hom, I noticed, by the logo. “Nice pants”, I smiled, without diverting my gaze from his bulge. I turned to reach for the coffee jar. He came behind me and reached for my breasts, squeezing them gently. Automatically, I grabbed his wrists and pulled his arms down. He freed himself and, with his back to me, walked towards the table and leant on it.
“What happened to the grown up woman, then,” he grunted. Shit, I thought. I’ve spoilt everything. I walked up behind him and, putting my arms round him, said, ”You’re wife’s a few feet away………what if she walked in on us.” “So, you’re not a prick teaser then”, he said, his comment clearly designed to hurt me. Gently kissing the back of his neck, my whole body trembling, I moved my hands lower till they touched the waist band of his pants. “I think a little girl would probably stop here, don’t you”, before slipping one hand inside his pants, my fingers tracing a line down his length, right down to his balls. As he stiffened, my free hand pushed his pants down his legs. I let go of his cock and slipped my Tshirt off, throwing it onto the table in front of him. Returning both hands to his cock, I pressed my tits into his back, the hairs stimulating my nipples even more. I pulled his foreskin back with one hand, the fingers on my other hand gently moving on his tip in a circular motion. He reached behind himself, slipping his hand down my knickers. I spread my legs as he slipped two fingers into my sopping pussy. I gasped as his fingers did their magic, both my hands now wanking him. My heart was pounding so loud. Suddenly, I lurched forwards as I sprayed his hand. Perfectly timed, his cock shook, spurting his spunk all over my fingers. His upper body fell onto the table as my shaking body fell limply across his back. We just lay there……………………basking in the moment, brought back to a sudden reality by the unmistakeable sound of a flushing toilet.
He grabbed his pants and pulled them up. Brought back to this stark reality, and being fully switched on, I turned, flicked the kettle on, and grabbed my Tshirt, all in one movement. I’d just managed to get the shirt on as the door opened. Mum walked in as I reached into the cupboard for two cups. “I thought I heard some noise”, she said. “Sorry if we woke you”, apologised Joe, “Seems Anne and I had the same idea”, pointing to the cups. The kettle boiled, Joe poured the coffees and headed to the door, with a cheery, “Nighty, nighty, one and all”.
Mum declined the offer of a brew, and we walked together to the door. As she reached for the handle, she turned to me and, putting one arm around my waist, her mouth next to my ear, whispered, “Strange, it’s lovely and warm in here, yet your nipples are stuck out like chapel hat pegs”. I blushed bright red. “Oh, and your Tshirt is back to front”. I froze. Looking down, I realised it wasn’t and was about to tell her so, when she smiled, saying, “You naughty girl. You can tell me all about it in the morning.”
I was woken by her sitting on my bed. “Seems you’re widening your horizons”, she said as she stroked my forehead. Before I could deny anything, she added, “I’m not here to judge you, he’s a very attractive man and I’d have been surprised if you didn’t want to bed him. I would“. Sitting bolt upright, I spat out “Mum, you’d go to bed with him ?“ “Yes, I think I would”, was her most shocking and unexpected reply. “What about Mary, your so-called best friend”. “Don’t repeat this, but, they both play away from home”. “Mum, let’s get this straight, you’d bed him and you won’t be upset with me if I do”. “Yes, to both questions.”
It seemed odd to me, but, during the next couple of days, Joe didn’t make any more advances in my direction. I was a little apprehensive, thinking mum had warned him off. However, on the Wednesday evening, Mary and mum announced they were off to Jersey, the next day, to meet another couple of old school friends. Joe looked across the table at me and winked. In that moment, I knew all was well and I winked back at him.
As they were setting off, around 8 am., mum pecked me on the cheek and whispered, “Have fun. I know I would”.
I slipped back into my bedroom and, throwing off my Tshirt and knickers, slipped into a strappy nightie, smiling when I realised that my nipples were faintly visible. I was already getting those amazing trembles of anticipation. I made him a coffee and knocked on his door. He was sat up, reading a magazine, when I went in. “Thank you, serving wench,” he greeted me. I stood by the bed, drinking my coffee, contemplating what I should do next. He answered the question for me, folding the duvet back, patting the bed, and inviting me to “sit a while”. We chatted about Weymouth, the places I liked best etc. He cheekily said the views were improving, pointing directly at my chest. “Mind you”, he added, “even that could be improved on”, tugging at the side of the nightie. “You saw my tits the other night”, I reminded him. “No, I didn’t. If you remember, you were stood behind me.”
I sat upright and, with a nice slow, deliberate movement, pulled the garment over my head and threw it onto the floor. “I hope your starkers, too”, I said, as I leaned over him, stroking his cheek and kissing him fully on the lips. As a reply, he took hold of my wrist, guiding my hand to his semi-hard cock to show he was, in fact, completely starkers. Stroking it, I whispered, “Who’s a lucky girl, today, then”, before kissing him hard.
He sat up, and, kneeling by my side, started kissing my breasts while tweaking my nipples with his fingers. I carried on stroking his cock and balls, my excitement building as it started to stiffen in my hands. Then, I felt his tongue tracing a line down my stomach. I knew instinctively what was going to happen. He was going down on me. I’d never had that done before. I knew about it, having seen the various pictures in “The Joy of Sex” and other naughty books. Remembering that I’d advertised myself to Joe I as an experienced “big” girl, I gingerly parted my legs. My whole body was trembling. And then, oh that amazing sensation as his tongue met my pussy. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. I spread my legs wider, his face buried between my thighs, his tongue weaving it’s magic as it lapped my cunt.
I bent my knees, digging my heels into the mattress, raising and lowering my bum as he sucked, kissed, licked and, basically, did what the fuck he wanted to my most private of areas. Then, I suddenly realised, he was positioning his body so that his cock was ever so close to my face. I’d read about this, too, although, I’d never done it before. I remember thinking to myself, in for a penny, as I pulled his foreskin back and started to lick the tip of his cock. I alternated between licking his length and kissing his tip, my hands gently massaging his balls. Then, feeling the stiffening effect, I got this amazing sense of confidence, opening my mouth wide and enveloping most of his length towards the back of my throat. Bobbing my head back and forth, I effectively used my mouth as another pussy.
Still he licked me, my body going into overdrive. My whole body was pulsating, every nerve ending sending flashes of pleasure to my brain which was now, too, in overdrive. Then, that moment, when I threw my head back, involuntarily releasing my mouth’s grip on his cock, and, letting out a loud gasp, squirted all over his face.
He rolled onto his back and , gripping my bum cheeks, lifted the lower half of my body. Knowing exactly where he wanted me, I straddled him, cowgirl style, and, still panting from my latest orgasm, sat back, letting his cock, unguided, slip straight into my pussy. I bowed my head, my hair resting on his stomach, as I sat, motionless for a few seconds, absorbing the amazing feel of that rock hard cock deep inside me. “You are so gorgeous”, he muttered. I raised my head and, seeing the genuine smile on his face, leant forward again, this time to kiss him on the lips. “Your body is perfect”, he added. “You have the most amazing tits I’ve ever seen”, he continued. “And that pussy, so nice and tight”. “And, an arse to die for”. So, you like to talk dirty while you fuck, I quickly cottoned on.
“And you’ve got a big stiff cock………………….I like a big stiff cock in my cunt,” I joined in. I started to raise and lower my body, rhythmically. I remember thinking that fucking must be some innate talent we all have. Like so many other things, I’d never done cowgirl before, yet, here I was, straight into it. Up and down, back and forth, I gyrated on that lovely thick, stiff cock. More gasping and panting as I fucked myself. Then he started to raise and lower his arse as we started to grace that bedroom ballroom with our sexual dancing. My gasps became almost continuous as I reached even further heights of excitement. The inevitable wooosh left me slumped, helpless, my head resting on his chest, my heart pounding as if it may explode. He started to stroke my hair, ever so lovingly. I just lay there, still, his cock still fully in me, showing no sign of becoming less stiff.
He pushed me off his belly, so I was now lay on the bed, on my back, by his side. He leant over, kissed me, and moving to a kneeling position near my bum. he grabbed my calves and, manoeuvring himself so he had one knee against each bum cheek, lifted my legs aloft. As he got between my legs, I rested a calf on each shoulder. As he started to rub his cock against my pussy, he licked my nipples. Then, very slowly, he pushed his cock into me, yet again. Ever so slowly, fully in, then fully out. I started to raise my legs till my feet were pointing directly at the ceiling. Gripping my thighs, one in each hand, I spread my legs ever so wide, giving him unimpeded access to my pussy. As if it needed further stimulation, he started to knead my pube area. Raising my upper body on my elbows, I watched his cock moving into , and out of, me. As my arms weakened, and my head dropped back onto the bed, the pounding continued. As I orgasmed again, I looked up, through half closed eyes and watched my toes curling as the excitement reached them, too. God, this was what real fucking was.
I remember laying there. He was at my side stroking my thighs and telling me how wonderfully smooth they were. Totally unashamedly, I was stroking his hairy belly, my hand drifting repeatedly to his balls, marvelling at how solid and firm they were. His cock was still hard and I continued to pull his foreskin back, ever so slowly and deliberately. “God, your balls are still full”, I remarked. “Got to be careful not to cum inside you. Don’t want the patter of tiny feet, do we”. I thought he’d have cum already, after all, we’d been at it for ages and I’d had several orgasms. “I’m on the pill”, I reassured him, before adding, “And I want that lot inside me”, as I squeezed his balls. “In which case, Madam, your wish is my command”.
He pushed me onto my back. As he climbed between my legs, he leant forward and, as we rubbed noses, he whispered, “We’ve just fucked……..now, let’s make love.” I put my arms around that hairy torso, as he slipped his cock deep inside me. He was so quickly back into his rhythm, his cock moving slowly in and out, it’s slight circular motion touching every inch of my cunt. His chest felt heavy, at first, squeezing the air out of my lungs as I felt helplessly trapped by his body. I wrapped my legs around his, the contrast between the smoothness of my skin and the roughness of his, stimulating my senses. Slow and deliberate, each time he pushed his cock in, I gasped. A few minutes must have passed. My hands were feeling every part of his body that was within reach. Oh, the roughness of his hairy skin. My legs, ever so smooth, wrapping and unwrapping themselves around his legs and back. My eyes were half shut, my vision starting to blur. I opened them fully. His face was right over mine. We looked straight into each other’s eyes, our gaze transfixed on the other. Strangely, although his upper half was resting on me, hardly moving, his cock was darting in and out of me faster and faster. I reached down, with one hand, and felt his bum powering away, like some pneumatic pleasure engine. Still we gazed into each other’s eyes. Our mouths were close together, our eyes glazing over. Our breath hot on each other’s face. Both gasping frantically now. I felt the heat inside me. I felt that overwhelming sense of love as I reached boiling point. Then, oh Jesus, I felt his cock jerk and quiver inside me. His head thrust back as he let out a loud aaaaaaaaah. His spunk spurted out as I gushed. Oh God, I thought I was going to pass out as waves of heat sent my internal vital organs into a frenzy. As he lay, quite still, on top of me, I felt his cock still throbbing inside me. Each throb spurted more of that lovely cream into me, mingling with my own juices, filling my cunt with warmth. My body was on fire. As his body twitched, his body hair brushed against my silky smooth skin sending every nerve into ecstasy. I shuddered from head to toe, whispering “Oh my God”, into his ear. I remember instinctively brushing my fingertips down the crack of his bum making him shudder again and again, prolonging the sensation his hairs were giving me.
Both out of breath, we lay there. I felt the trickle between my legs as that blend of spunk and cunt juice seeped out past his cock, the hardness now fading. I remember thinking, to myself, that those little boys ain’t going to cut it for me, ever again.
We lay there, just dozing. I remember waking up, still in his bed. He was showering. I joined him, but, that’s another story.
Much later, that night, mum came into my bedroom. She woke me and, stroking my hair, asked if I’d enjoyed myself. I probably blushed as I admitted to having the best day of my life. “They all start off as those little boys, you know. But, along the way, they learn.”
I said he must have had a very good teacher, then. She stood up and, heading towards the door, stopped and turned to face me. “Oh, believe me, he had the best”, she smiled. Realising what she’d said, I sat bolt upright. “Mum, you haven’t………………..”. But, before she had the chance to reply, she stepped into the hallway and closed the door firmly behind her.