Memories, part two SeXStoRY

One night, the first of many, Nadia told me that she felt cold, and would I mind going into her bed and keep mummy warm…..I must say that she was a very kind person, years after I found out that her dad, also a widower, had remarried, and Nadia and her s****r Maria were victimized by their step-mum, and she would not do so to me….(but that’s another story). Nadia was much younger than my father, 20 years difference to be precise, and when he married her she was just over 18. I got out of my bed and climbed under her blankets, she asked me if I ever slept with a woman and I did mention that sometimes I did sl**p with my cousins in the summertime…..although I did not really expand, since Pat and Vicky made me promise not to tell about our afternoon games. Nadia asked me if I knew that Eskimos, to keep warm inside their little igloos, would strip naked and keep their bodies close together…then she proceeded to take off her nightdress and asked me to take off my pyjama. As it was very dark I could not see much, just shapes, then she asked me to put my head in the small of her shoulder, I was to her right, took my right arm and wrapped it around her waist. I was feeling very comfortable, and I would have fallen asl**p very quickly, but I could feel my dick growing and getting harder, and a very pleasant warmth was pervading my whole body. All of this time Nadia was caressing my face and hair and giving me little kisses, on my cheeks, lips and neck. I let my right hand wander up from her waist to her left breast, she did not stop me, and when I found the hard nipple I stated teasing it as my two cousins taught me. Nadia let out a little moan and slightly adjusted herself in bed, now her right breast was closer to my mouth. I started kissing it and sucking on her nipple as my hand was fondling the other one. I felt Nadia’s left hand caress the length of my body, starting from my right shoulder, down to my ribcage, my hip and my upper thigh, and returning on the inside of my thigh, my groin, where she paused on my prick of a fraction longer, then up my belly to my chest and back down again, to finally rest on my little swollen shaft. At this point I got balder, I let my right hand slide from her left breast, caress her belly, twirl my fingers around her belly button then down, towards her pubes. My hand stopped as I reached her hairy mound, it was much coarser than Pat’s or Vicky’s, and more of it, then I slid my hand further down and felt the heat that her pussy was emanating. I let my middle finger follow the crack of her lips which felt as they parting themselves, and I let it rest on her clitoris, and started rubbing with the circular motion that Vicky had taught me. Nadia broke the silence, she asked me where did I learn to do what I was doing, saying that it was very pleasant, I didn’t let the cat out of the bag, but told her that a girl a bit older than me did, and I was happy that she like what I did. She asked me what else this “girl” had taught me, and I told her about licking pussy and some of the pleasure she would give me by rubbing and sucking my willy. Nadia asked me if I did 69 her, to which I asked what she meant (bless me for my innocence), so she asked if I would lick this “girl’s” pussy while she was sucking me, and I said yes, then she asked me if we did it by resting on each other’s side or one on top of the other, and I confirmed that I did do it in all manners. She asked me which one I preferred, and after a bit of thinking I told her that I preferred it better with the “girl” sitting on my face. Nadia asked me if she could sit on my face and I agreed. Her moist pussy was much stronger smelling than either Vicky’s or Pat’s, but very different, much muskier, and her juices were thicker. I did not waste too much time, and started lapping at her pussy lips, sucking on her clit and flicking it with the tip of my tongue. Nadia was grinding her pussy in my face with considerable f***e, and she was sucking my cock like no one ever did before…..or since that I can think of…..and it was obvious that she really did like what I was doing, because her moans turned into little groans, her body was shaking and tensing and relaxing all at the same time. It wasn’t long before I shot my modicum amount of spunk in her mouth, and that make her grinding even harder and faster, until she gave this low, from deep down in her belly, sigh come groan as she tightened her thighs around my head. She came off me, took me back in her arms, rested my right hand on her left breast and told me that I did make mummy very happy, so happy that she did not want anyone else in the world to know….that happiness was going to be our secret for ever…to which I was more than happy to agree. These sex games with my step mum went on every night until after a few months my father came home for a short holiday. At first he complained about having to put the two beds back together….but I volunteered my help and the moaning soon ended, and he did agree that it was not fair for me to sl**p on a sofa in the living room, so he agreed that he was going to get a builder to add another room to the house. Whilst the building work at home was going on, he took Nadia and me on a holiday for around three weeks, near the place where he was working, constructing an electricity power station. We were staying with this older couple, who rented part of their house out to the workers at the building site, with home cooked meals, it was very cosy. I learned at the time that before the building of the dam started, and what they were hoping to do in the future, was to rent their house out to tourists, and Nadia did mention this to my father who agreed that when the work was finished he would approach the couple and ask if he could book 4 to 5 weeks, each summer for the three of us to come and stay, although he would have only be able to reside with us for two weeks. I was a bit disappointed, because I could see the next summers being spent here, and not with my cousins…..I mentioned this to Nadia, and I could see a sign of the penny being dropped on her face….she said that I would have not missed my cousins much if I was prepared to learn something new….but said that I might be able to spend sometime at my aunt’s Summer House for the two weeks that my dad had his holiday. At the end of the holiday, when my grandparents had let us know that the new room was finished, we all went home. My new bedroom had been added to the side of what had been my old bedroom, with the addition of an en-suite for my parents, a shower room with toilet for me and a short corridor to connect the new extension to the rest of the house. To be honest I was really pleased, my new bedroom was bigger, brighter and had a huge built in wardrobe….my new bed was like a bunk bed, but instead of having another sl**ping place at the bottom, it had a desk with drawers, and there were two reading lamps, on fixed to the desk and one fixed to my headboard…..simple things to make a simple boy happy. My father was going to stay with us just for a few more days before returning to his work…one night I woke up in the middle of a funny dream….I got out of bed, went to my bathroom for a pee, and when I came out I could see a slither of light coming from what now had been classified as “my parents bedroom”. I could hear muffled sounds, a bit of giggling, my father’s deep voice trying to whisper, the ruffling of sheets and the squeaking of springs. I approached the door, which was slightly ajar, peeked through, and saw Nadia sitting on father’s groin, with her back to him, facing the door. She was rocking back and forth as she was holding her balance by gripping my father’s knees. Both the bedside lamps were on, and I could see Nadia’s tits gently sway with her hip movements, her eyes were shut and from the expression on her face you could tell she was enjoying herself, the she raised her hips and saw my father’s prick in her pussy…it was the very first time I saw anybody fucking….then she went down again and started all over again, grinding back and forth, raising and lowering and she was moaning louder by the minute. Until I saw my dad grab hold of her tits, arch his back and thrust in her harder four or five times, until both of them, panting heavily, stopped. Nadia lifted her pussy from my father’s cock, which was glistening with the mixture of their juices, and a dribble of spunk came out of her crack and dribbled onto her arse cheeks. My father turned her on her back and dove face first in between her thighs and started to lick her pussy. Without realising I had been stroking my prick and was jolted back to reality by my own orgasm, squirting my little bit of spunk on the bedroom door and dribbling some of it on the wooden floor. I remember going back to the bathroom and get some toilet roll to clean up my mess, then went back to bed, but it did take me a long time to fall asl**p again. A couple of days later dad left for his work to be away for the next four months or so. That very night Nadia came to my bedroom and found me reading a book, and asked me if I would have liked to keep her company now that father had gone. I did not need asking twice, and I was in her bed within seconds naked. The scene was the same as before, my head on her right shoulder, my right hand on her left breast and her left hand on my prick, with here fingers slowly caressing my ball sack. As I got harder she started pulling my foreskin back and forth and my hand slid down to her pussy toying with her clit. I did then tell her what I did see a few nights before, and asked her if my father prick inside her pussy hurt….she giggled…told me I was a naughty little boy for spying….and that no, it did not hurt, in fact it was very pleasant, and asked me if I wanted to learn how to do it. I was then eleven and fucked my stepmother for the first time. In those four months I learned everything I needed for the rest of my life, and my production of sperm was definitely improving, to the point that I could spurt at least three times a night. And Nadia was enjoying my cum in more way than one. Sometimes, even when dad was home on one of his short leaves we would find time to fuck, and we carried on for a further 8 years, that is until Nadia and dad divorced, she left the f****y home, after all it was my grandparents home, and moved hundreds of miles away. I kept in touch with her, for a variety of reasons, and occasionally we would meet for lunch, which always ended up with a fuckfest in a motel or something similar. There is one thing I am sure of though, and it is not rocket science, but Nadia had two c***dren, my half b*****rs Max (12 years my junior) and Paul (14 years my junior), and that is that I am very likely Paul’s father, since he was either born 11 months or 7 months after one of my father’s holidays, and definitely he was not premature. Unfortunately Nadia is dead now, she succumbed to cancer when she was only 45, and there is no way that I am going to tell the boys of my suspicions, and I would not want to hurt my father really, although we do not particularly see eye to eye.

memories SeXStoRY

I was reading the paper the other day and saw this article about a Canadian Air f***e pilot who had murdered a couple of girls, but the best bit for me was the fact that this guy had an undie fetish and there he was in all his glory and a pair of stolen bras and pants!! The bulge in the pants looked interesting too, I would certainly have enjoyed investigating that!! He's going away for a minimum of twenty five years for the murders so I bet he'll be popular inside, plenty of opportunity to investigate his feminine side. Another photo in the article showed all of his collection, all of which were stolen - WOW - all those spunk soaked gussets. He was one avid collector. Slowly wanking a now hardening cock the article took me back to my late teens and the first time I saw a guy in undies. I was a solitary lad and took to going out alone at night, sometimes stopping off for a quick pint but mostly just walking and having the odd fag. I frequented a large municipal park where there was an area of over grown flower beds and shrubberies. The area was a warren and sometimes used by tarts to see to their clients, along with courting couples and one or two voyeurs, which I suppose included me. The park also had toilets that were frequented by gays, but I hadn't progressed to visiting those yet and in those days they were just called queers. It wasn't in the gloom of the evening, but on a Sunday morning that this event took place, but I will never forget it. A football mactch was playing in the main park area and one or two people were around walking dogs or just enjoying the park on a Sunday. My favourite area was pretty deserted though and I strolled along the secluded paths lost in obscene thoughts. I turned a corner and there he was, right in front of me. The guy was maybe forty, short and stocky and he was holding a mack wide open. He was wearing a navy blue bra, no pants, but matching suspender belt and stockings. I was transfixed by the sight of his cock and balls. His cock was short and very thick with a large purple helmet, the foreskin pulled back by several thick rubber bands and it was very, very hard. he had no pubic hair whatsoever and his balls were a deep red also with elastic bands straining the skin, his balls looking like those of my friends boxer dog. We stood facing each other for perhaps a full minute, I wanted with all my heart to reach out and feel the guys cock, but it was more than I dared do. A cheer from the football match broke the spell and the guy quickly wanked his cock and shot a great stream of thick hot spunk in my direction, and then he was gone. The problem was I knew him, he was a bus conductor and I knew where he lived or at least which street. I thought about things for a day or two and then made up my mind, I would approach him. I did, the next day, I rode up along side him on my bike and just said simply, hello. He was suspicious, he wanted to know what I wanted. I told him I wanted to be friends and then a little sheepishly that I would like to see "him" again. Back at his flat, well a couple of rooms over a shop, I got to see his cock once more and I showed him mine. Peter my new friend, held both our hard cocks in his one hand and wanked them together. I came quickly and covered his bollocks in my spunk, hot and thick. I stood awkwardly as he sucked my cock and balls clean and licked the cum off his fingers, the first time my cock had ever been sucked by anyones never mind a man. That night we went to the park together and hid in a spot Peter showed me. We watched together a young tart suck off three older guys, one after the other without rubbers for two half crowns each and then wanked each other off as we did many many times after that.

Memories, part one SeXStoRY

It all started when I was about eight, far too young at the time to understand what went on, but years after one can piece it together and realize the explosive situations I was involved in. Firstly a bit of background. I was brought up by my father’s parents, he was a merchant seaman and I was told, when I was old enough to ask questions, that my mother died. My aunt, father’s s****r, was a businesswoman and she used to give respite to my grandparents during the summer holidays, my uncle and aunt used to rent a villa by the seaside where they would spend, on and off, the best part of three months, with me and my cousin and my grandmother in permanent residence. My grandmother used to insist that in the after lunch we go to our bedrooms to take a nap, she would do the same, and even if we did want to take a cat nap it would have been impossible with her snoring! One particular summer, a new guest to the summer residence was my uncle’s b*****r and his f****y; they only stayed for a fortnight, but when they returned to the city they left their daughter with us for the duration of the school holidays. I better start to put some names and ages (at the time) to people, so that one doesn’t get too confused. I am Henry (8), my cousin name is Pat (12) and her cousin is Vicky (14). One afternoon I was in my bedroom, listening to the snoring of my nana when Pat and Vicky crept in….they were giggling and Pat put a finger to her lips intimating me to keep quiet. They came to my bed and laid down on either side of me. Vicky asked me if I ever played “mums&dads”, I shook my head … to more giggling, and then she said she was going to show me. She and Pat stood up, pulled up their dresses and took off their panties, then came back on the bed, and asked me to do the same….to which I obliged. I remember being fascinated by the fact that both my cousins had hairy pubes (I generally associated hairy body parts with men) with Pat having less and more whispy hair. Vicky was the first to start touching my prick, followed by Pat….and for the first time (at least that I can clearly remember) I had my very first erection. Vicky asked me to caress her pubes and to do the same to Pat, as they would turn around and started putting my cock in their mouths. I was really surprised at how wet their pussies were, and the hair did not feel as coarse as I expected….my father used to sport a full beard, and when he hugged me his beard felt rough on my face….and for a second I thought that they had pissed themselves, and I told them that I was really worried because if nana found my bed sheet wet she would have thought that I wet the bed and would be in for a spanking. Vicky was breathing quite heavily, and sort of groaned not to worry about it, because for a start it was not urine and secondly it was trapped inside her cunny …. Then she asked me if she would like me to kiss her in that special spot…..I wasn’t particularly keen, but since they were kissing my willy (and it felt nice) I might as well return the favour. After a few minutes, as Vicky was giving me instructions and what to do and how to do it, she started shaking, her leg muscles tightened up so much that I felt my head held in a vice, then all of a sudden she went limp whilst emitting a nasty gurgling sound….I was really worried, as I thought that somehow she had died….only years later I realised that she was one of the many women who experience “la petite mort” when orgasming. Vicky eventually rolled off my chest and her place was taken by Pat, who got the same treatment, which had the same effect, except for the fainting…..then I experienced my very first orgasm, be it a dry one, which was half way between heaven and hell, it hurt, but in a nice way. This game of “mums&dads” carried on for the rest of the summer, at the end of which I had started producing my first spurts of spunk, which the girls were overjoyed with and wanted to lick and swallow. I also started enjoying licking their pussies, and acquired a taste for pussy juice that to date is still there…..very much! So that is I how I started my sexual revelation journey, having oral sex with my cousins, playing with their tits and not forgetting watching the two of them getting down on each other. The following year no summer residence for me, my father decided, after meeting a woman called Nadia, to get married and find a land based job. While he was considering the various job offers….times were different in the late 50’s early 60’s, one had a choice of jobs to go to if one had the qualifications, and my dad, being the chief engineer on large tankers, wasn’t short of job offers…..me and my step-mum were staying at my grandparents home. The only problem with that is that it was a two bedroomed affair, which meant that I hade to sl**p on a brand new sofa/bed in the living room. Not that I minded, since I was “f***ed” to stay awake and watch TV (yes my f****y was wealthy) until the programs ended…..which caused a few problems in the morning when it was time to go to school. Eventually my father accepted an offer to go and work for Edison, a turbine engine manufacturer/installer, as chief engineer, which meant he had to go and supervise the construction of a hydroelectric power station in another country. My step-mum then decided that it was not fair for me to sl**p on the sofa, and with my help and that of my grandfather, she took apart the twin beds, which at one time were my bunk bed then set side by side to form the matrimonial sl**ping arrangements, and I was told that I could go back to my bedroom and share with my new mother. Fortunately my (or should I say our) bedroom, was at the opposite end of the house from my grandparents, so the snoring wasn’t heard as loudly, the vibrating noises sounds absorbed by the living room, the kitchen-diner and the bathroom. One night, the first of many, Nadia told me that she felt cold, and would I mind going into her bed and keep mummy warm…..I must say that she was a very kind person, years after I found out that her dad, also a widower, had remarried, and Nadia and her s****r Maria were victimized by their step-mum, and she would not do so to me….(but that’s another story).