A man's tongue tip, is better than 10 inches
Life is a huge learning curve and the first twelve years are about fun and growing up. Things change dramatically and I think more so for girls than boys, when we hit puberty.
I remember a man once telling me about when he was f******n how groups of girls would come from their school, which was a few miles away, just to meet up with boys from his school. The girls came up for sex and they would go into the old gymnasium, which was a separate block from the main building, and go down into the cellars, which was a mazework of nooks and crannies, and pair off, and fumble, kiss, and fuck.
He was never really into it but was curious. It took a few more years to catch up with the girls, to where they became the hunters and by then the girls had changed tact, and played and toyed with their heads, but always dominant and in control, they were in fact more sexually developed and mature, about sex, and the now horny boys were just life support systems for their cocks, for the girls to use.
Girls have sex, don't take precautions and protection, they become pregnant and carry that responsibility that changes their lives forever, while the boys continue to walk away and have all the fun that sex promises, so girls have to be more mature, and I believe that's why we have sex hormones earlier, than boys, we have to learn quickly, before the boy's balls drop and produce sperm, this is why we instigate games with boys like 'doctors and nurses', play 'mummies and daddies' and show our naked bodies to men we know appreciate us at that age, we do it learn quickly, we can't help ourselves, our hormones are constantly pushing us towards your cocks, and fill our heads with sexual images, it's why our phones are full of 'dick picts', we swap them in school toilets and try to find the owners, our heads and hearts are desperately seeking a mature solution to our rabid horniness, and our developing immature bodies are our bait, and occasionally, they come together in an explosive togetherness, toe curling orgasms, for the girl and the man inside her.
I remember the occasion when I first saw him. It was my aunts 50th birthday, a special date that people rejoiced and family and friends drank and sang.
He was unbelievably handsome and chic, and his age defied time, he did look in his fifties, but his body looked in its twenties, and he was actually 73 years old, and I overheard my female cousins discuss if he could get it up they would like a 'shag' him, I word I learned meant sex. Both my cousins were older than I, on was eighteen and the other twenty one, so having sex with an older man, was alright, according to my female cousins.
Two years had gone by rather quickly, by now my own body was developing rapidly, and it appeared every time I showered, I saw something different that I thought was exciting to men if I let them see me. I knew nothing about exhibitionism, even though the idea of showing men what they wanted, helped spur on my orgasms during masturbation, an act that my fingers never tired off, even sitting beside men on public transport, I could slip my hand in a pocket or lowered zip to touch and finger myself, unbeknown to him, thrilling about being caught and as punishment, going with him to let him do what he wanted to me, having such orgasms were very few and far between, but when successful, were the best and spurred me on to do it again.
It was the same aunts summerhouse on an island in the Baltic that I saw him again, he and his wife, who was twenty years his junior, but still fifty three and portly, excited me, that surely he would find my more sexually attractive than her, but my two other cousins were there also, one studying to be a doctor, and the younger one very much an internet mover and very sexually liberated, both of whom made me wither in their shadows.
On the second morning after breakfast he got up to take the dog for a walk and I asked if I could accompany him, as both my cousins were still in their rooms, this was my opportunity to make my move, and I was more than ready, having lain in my bed, edging, bringing myself to the verge of orgasm, only to stop and let it build up again, over and over, until now, the final stage was to be released by him, by his fingers, or even more daringly, with his cock, I was ready to surrender my virginity and get there before my cousins or any other woman.
My summer frock was sticking to my naked body as we walked in the humidity, "Looks like thunder", he remarked looking at me, a I watched his eyes, hoping to see where they looked on my body.
"My dress is sticking to me", I remarked, and immediately felt embarrassed, having said it. "I think when we walk in such humid conditions we should do it naked and let our pores breath", he retorted.
I almost wet myself, in fact I think a little pee escaped and rand down my thighs to my sandals, I laughed to hide both my excitement and my need for him, at last we were starting to talk sex, and I was impatient, the road we were walking brought us to the end of the island, and after that we were walking back to the summerhouse, I needed to act soon to get what I wanted.
"We can take another path to the top, and see all around", I suggested. He looked at me, and again I watched his eyes intently, looking for signs of him wanting more. My small breasts were stuck to the cotton of my dress, and my nipples failed miserably to emphasize my need for attention, as I stood there breathing deep and pushing my chest out.
The path to the top was through a wooded glade, as he looked ahead, "It will be very humid in there, with no wind to cool us off", he remarked. I smiled back at him, "Then we should go on naked, right up to the top of the hill", I challenged him, my throat tight and my voice thick with sexual excitement.
He hesitated, surely from his experience he must know what it was I was asking him, as I stood there facing him, my chest falling and rising, my eyes looking all around to make sure we were alone. "Do you want me to see you naked", he finally asked me? I felt dizzy now the moment I had craved was upon us, my mouth pouted and hung open, my lips were dry and he watched I drew my tongue across them, wetting them, possibly more in line with my vagina, my heart pounded in my heaving chest, "Would you like to see me naked", and even trying to be light-hearted in my retort, it came out very seriously, like a challenge, all he had to say was, "Yes", and I would have peeled off my cotton dress to reveal my nakedness to him, no underwear, and let him see a girl expressing herself.
I waited nervously as he pondered my loaded question, "Lets just get into the forrest and away from being seen accidentally", he finally said, pushing off with the dog, before I could fully understand he was moving away from me and into the thicket.
I felt betrayed and humiliated, I felt he played me to reveal my innermost feelings, and as I moved behind him, I cast a look back, surveying the expanse behind us, and then reached down and lifted my cotton dress up and over my head, feeling the coolness over my naked body, and walked behind him, still blissfully unaware I was completely naked, except for my sandals, the heat inside me building, waiting for him to turn and react, there was no going back and I knew he would have to do something to keep me happy.
The trees closed around us and at one point he bent low to pass an overhanging branch, at which point he turned to warn me, and as he stooped he turned and just stared as my naked body closing the distance between us. I stopped against him, "Fuck me", I whispered, my voice barely audible as my normally strong thighs went suddenly weak ,and my knees started shaking.
He stood silently as I reached up to encircle his neck and pull him down, my cotton dress lying in a heap at our feet, as I released my grip on it to grab him. He dropped down to the ground, kissing my belly on his way down, stuck his tongue out against my clitoris as he passed my pubis, and lay back on the damp grass, beckoning me to straddle his face, and lower myself onto his mouth.
His tongue felt like the instruments a dentist uses in your mouth, they feel huge, inside a small orifice, he darted inside me, and wriggled, poked and twisted it, making it feel like ten inches, and then licked all the way back to my bum hole, and poked around inside, with a completely new feeling, so different but equally powerful and enjoyable. This time there was no edging, and when I cummed it was earth shattering and overwhelming, I could not tell if the were clitoral, vaginal or anal, wherever his tongue went, my orgasms followed, and I sat on his face marvelling at how easy and good life was.
When men today talk about giving oral, my pussy wants to be first in line.
I remember a man once telling me about when he was f******n how groups of girls would come from their school, which was a few miles away, just to meet up with boys from his school. The girls came up for sex and they would go into the old gymnasium, which was a separate block from the main building, and go down into the cellars, which was a mazework of nooks and crannies, and pair off, and fumble, kiss, and fuck.
He was never really into it but was curious. It took a few more years to catch up with the girls, to where they became the hunters and by then the girls had changed tact, and played and toyed with their heads, but always dominant and in control, they were in fact more sexually developed and mature, about sex, and the now horny boys were just life support systems for their cocks, for the girls to use.
Girls have sex, don't take precautions and protection, they become pregnant and carry that responsibility that changes their lives forever, while the boys continue to walk away and have all the fun that sex promises, so girls have to be more mature, and I believe that's why we have sex hormones earlier, than boys, we have to learn quickly, before the boy's balls drop and produce sperm, this is why we instigate games with boys like 'doctors and nurses', play 'mummies and daddies' and show our naked bodies to men we know appreciate us at that age, we do it learn quickly, we can't help ourselves, our hormones are constantly pushing us towards your cocks, and fill our heads with sexual images, it's why our phones are full of 'dick picts', we swap them in school toilets and try to find the owners, our heads and hearts are desperately seeking a mature solution to our rabid horniness, and our developing immature bodies are our bait, and occasionally, they come together in an explosive togetherness, toe curling orgasms, for the girl and the man inside her.
I remember the occasion when I first saw him. It was my aunts 50th birthday, a special date that people rejoiced and family and friends drank and sang.
He was unbelievably handsome and chic, and his age defied time, he did look in his fifties, but his body looked in its twenties, and he was actually 73 years old, and I overheard my female cousins discuss if he could get it up they would like a 'shag' him, I word I learned meant sex. Both my cousins were older than I, on was eighteen and the other twenty one, so having sex with an older man, was alright, according to my female cousins.
Two years had gone by rather quickly, by now my own body was developing rapidly, and it appeared every time I showered, I saw something different that I thought was exciting to men if I let them see me. I knew nothing about exhibitionism, even though the idea of showing men what they wanted, helped spur on my orgasms during masturbation, an act that my fingers never tired off, even sitting beside men on public transport, I could slip my hand in a pocket or lowered zip to touch and finger myself, unbeknown to him, thrilling about being caught and as punishment, going with him to let him do what he wanted to me, having such orgasms were very few and far between, but when successful, were the best and spurred me on to do it again.
It was the same aunts summerhouse on an island in the Baltic that I saw him again, he and his wife, who was twenty years his junior, but still fifty three and portly, excited me, that surely he would find my more sexually attractive than her, but my two other cousins were there also, one studying to be a doctor, and the younger one very much an internet mover and very sexually liberated, both of whom made me wither in their shadows.
On the second morning after breakfast he got up to take the dog for a walk and I asked if I could accompany him, as both my cousins were still in their rooms, this was my opportunity to make my move, and I was more than ready, having lain in my bed, edging, bringing myself to the verge of orgasm, only to stop and let it build up again, over and over, until now, the final stage was to be released by him, by his fingers, or even more daringly, with his cock, I was ready to surrender my virginity and get there before my cousins or any other woman.
My summer frock was sticking to my naked body as we walked in the humidity, "Looks like thunder", he remarked looking at me, a I watched his eyes, hoping to see where they looked on my body.
"My dress is sticking to me", I remarked, and immediately felt embarrassed, having said it. "I think when we walk in such humid conditions we should do it naked and let our pores breath", he retorted.
I almost wet myself, in fact I think a little pee escaped and rand down my thighs to my sandals, I laughed to hide both my excitement and my need for him, at last we were starting to talk sex, and I was impatient, the road we were walking brought us to the end of the island, and after that we were walking back to the summerhouse, I needed to act soon to get what I wanted.
"We can take another path to the top, and see all around", I suggested. He looked at me, and again I watched his eyes intently, looking for signs of him wanting more. My small breasts were stuck to the cotton of my dress, and my nipples failed miserably to emphasize my need for attention, as I stood there breathing deep and pushing my chest out.
The path to the top was through a wooded glade, as he looked ahead, "It will be very humid in there, with no wind to cool us off", he remarked. I smiled back at him, "Then we should go on naked, right up to the top of the hill", I challenged him, my throat tight and my voice thick with sexual excitement.
He hesitated, surely from his experience he must know what it was I was asking him, as I stood there facing him, my chest falling and rising, my eyes looking all around to make sure we were alone. "Do you want me to see you naked", he finally asked me? I felt dizzy now the moment I had craved was upon us, my mouth pouted and hung open, my lips were dry and he watched I drew my tongue across them, wetting them, possibly more in line with my vagina, my heart pounded in my heaving chest, "Would you like to see me naked", and even trying to be light-hearted in my retort, it came out very seriously, like a challenge, all he had to say was, "Yes", and I would have peeled off my cotton dress to reveal my nakedness to him, no underwear, and let him see a girl expressing herself.
I waited nervously as he pondered my loaded question, "Lets just get into the forrest and away from being seen accidentally", he finally said, pushing off with the dog, before I could fully understand he was moving away from me and into the thicket.
I felt betrayed and humiliated, I felt he played me to reveal my innermost feelings, and as I moved behind him, I cast a look back, surveying the expanse behind us, and then reached down and lifted my cotton dress up and over my head, feeling the coolness over my naked body, and walked behind him, still blissfully unaware I was completely naked, except for my sandals, the heat inside me building, waiting for him to turn and react, there was no going back and I knew he would have to do something to keep me happy.
The trees closed around us and at one point he bent low to pass an overhanging branch, at which point he turned to warn me, and as he stooped he turned and just stared as my naked body closing the distance between us. I stopped against him, "Fuck me", I whispered, my voice barely audible as my normally strong thighs went suddenly weak ,and my knees started shaking.
He stood silently as I reached up to encircle his neck and pull him down, my cotton dress lying in a heap at our feet, as I released my grip on it to grab him. He dropped down to the ground, kissing my belly on his way down, stuck his tongue out against my clitoris as he passed my pubis, and lay back on the damp grass, beckoning me to straddle his face, and lower myself onto his mouth.
His tongue felt like the instruments a dentist uses in your mouth, they feel huge, inside a small orifice, he darted inside me, and wriggled, poked and twisted it, making it feel like ten inches, and then licked all the way back to my bum hole, and poked around inside, with a completely new feeling, so different but equally powerful and enjoyable. This time there was no edging, and when I cummed it was earth shattering and overwhelming, I could not tell if the were clitoral, vaginal or anal, wherever his tongue went, my orgasms followed, and I sat on his face marvelling at how easy and good life was.
When men today talk about giving oral, my pussy wants to be first in line.
2 years ago
I too had the experience at school that girls were at least as horny as us boys. For XXXX years I regularly massaged my XXXXX and her friend. Even then, it was usually the girls who took the initiative (and my hard cock) when we got together. It was the same later when we started fucking each other, mainly in the ass but also in the cunt.
It was exactly the same when I was 18 years old and every Saturday night I went to a well-known dance club where I lived. About half of the young girls came to get fucked on those nights. They were the ones you could dance with, buy drinks with, and drive home late at night. Several of the girls who wanted to fuck weren't wearing their underwear, so we boys could grab their bare breasts and wet pussies while we fondled them. The girls knew that in return for free drinks all night and free transportation home, they had to give us boys their pussies or assholes for a fuck or two. Anyway, there was rarely a night that I didn't have a girl to fuck.
Genau gleich war es, als ich 18 Jahre alt war und jeden Samstagabend ein bekanntes Dancing an meinem Wohnort besuchte. Etwa die Hälfte der jungen Mädchen kam, um sich an diesen Abenden ficken zu lassen. Es waren diejenigen, mit denen man tanzen konnte, die sich zu Getränken einladen und tief in der Nacht nach Hause fahren liessen. Mehrere der Mädchen, die ficken wollten, trugen keine Unterwäsche, sodass wir Boys beim Fummeln direkt an ihre nackten Brüste und nassen Fotzen greifen konnten. Die Mädchen wussten genau, dass sie für die Gratis-Getränke den ganzen Abend lang und den Gratis-Transport nach Hause als Gegenleistung uns Boys ihre Fotzen oder Arschlöcher für einen oder mehrere Ficks zur Verfügung stellen mussten. Jedenfalls gab es nur selten einen Abend, an dem ich kein Mädchen zu Ficken hatte.