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At first I looked away when I realised that Becky was pleasuring herself, but the sound of her moaning and the memory of her kiss from last night soon got the better of me and I rolled my head over again, eyes half closed to watch with fascination. I had seen a woman play with herself before in some porn movies, but this had always been for the man’s benefit and seemed rough and unsexy to me. This was different, the way she moved ever so slightly under her own touch had me feeling warm between my legs. As my eyes became accustomed to the dark I could see that she was shaved, her soft pink fleshiness pouting open revealing her inner depths. It was then I spotted what she had in her hand as she plunged it between her lips. At first I thought it was a dildo, but she only had a tiny bag with her and a quick glance at the bedside cabinet showed that she hadn’t been in my drawer. The I remembered the night before, as the blushing bride to be I had been decked out in the usual veil, L-plates, ball and chain and a dick head tiara – basically an Alice Band with a 6 inch plastic prick stuck to it and this is what Becky was currently fucking! I let out a gasp at the realisation and Becky suddenly stopped what she was doing and looked over at me.

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‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you’, she said, as if she had just been walking round the room, ‘how long have you been awake?’

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‘A few minutes,’ I replied after a short pause. As Becky stood up and pulled her blouse closed, I realised that I was still staring at her pussy.

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‘What’s the matter, did I embarrass you? After last night and what some of the other girl’s where up to I was feeling a little horny. I didn’t get much chance to play, what with having to look after you.’

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‘Sorry, you should have just dropped me off and gone on with the others.’ Becky was coming towards me now and had let the blouse open again. I could see her juices glistening on her skin. I had seen Becky naked before of course, in the changing rooms at the Gym and such like and I had always been a little jealous of her body, but today was different. The warmth between my legs was still there but was now tinged with dampness.Â

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‘You do realise my face is up here,’ she teased and I suddenly looked at her feeling my face flush with embarrassment.

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‘Where you enjoying what you saw, because I’ve not actually finished?’ She was still holding the plastic prick, only now she was rubbing it against one of her nipples and by this time she was stood at the edge of my bed, close enough for me to smell the faint musk of her sex.

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She sat down on the edge of the bed with her legs spread, so that I couldn’t see her properly except from the side. She looked over at me.

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‘May I continue?’ and without waiting for an answer she slipped the cock in her hand between her lips, drawing on it like an ice lolly before once again slipping it into her pussy. I saw her body stiffen slightly as I imagined the bulbous plastic head slide between her smooth lips and start to open her now tightening hole. Her arm moved gently as she slid the small plastic partner in and out. Becky was still looking at me, smiling.

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‘Just say the word if you want me to stop!’ I had never seen Becky this way before, in the 15 years that I had known her, the thought of her performing sex acts in front of another woman had never crossed my mind. But more surprising where the thoughts that I was having. I know that they say most schoolgirls experiment with there friends at sometime but I can honestly say that I had never, but all I could think at the moment was, turn round I want to watch.

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‘No, you go ahead. In fact, I may join you.’ This even surprised me, but I was feeling so horny by this time I wasn’t really sure what I was saying. As I slid my hands under the covers I realised for the first time that I was completely naked. I suddenly sat up in bed to look for my clothes, the covers falling away to show my breasts. I was a bigger girl than Becky and my tits hung slightly. I know most women would love to have bigger boobs but what I wouldn’t give to have a pair like Becky’s.

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‘What happened to my clothes,’ I blurted out.

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‘Oh, I undressed you when I put you to bed last night. Don’t worry your honour is still intact.’ She must have seen the strange look shoot across my face. ‘But I do have to admit that I fancied a nibble on those when I released them.’ She was looking at my tits now. ‘I’ve always wanted a pair like yours’ she said cryptically.

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All this time, Becky’s arm had been moving back and forth as she penetrated herself with the cheap plastic novelty. ‘Don’t think I’m being rude, but I could do with a bit more than this. Have you got anything I can borrow?’

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‘Sure,’ I grinned at her and leaned over towards the bedside cabinet. For some reason my nervousness was dropping away from me like the sheets had moments before. I made sure that as I opened the drawer and handed her my pocket rocket that my breasts brushed against her arm. Becky, smiled at me again and a great thrill went through me. I may have been getting married later that day, but this morning I was going to have my first woman!

I lay down again and slid the covers away so that Becky could see the whole of my body. With my legs open slightly it was obvious to anyone who was looking how turned on I was, my clit was poking out from under it’s hood and the shine on my lips made them look like I had taken the gloss to them.

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I began to rub my finger round the head of my clit, stopping occasionally to tweak the hood. Becky, was staring at me know, her movement had slowed and the buzzing of the vibrator could be heard fluctuating as it penetrated her inner depths. I reached over with my free arm and began to gently stroke the curve of her back, her body tensing then softening as she got used to my touch.

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‘Well?’ I said.

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‘Are you going to hog that thing or am I going to have to take it from you by force?’ Becky turned more towards me so that I could see the full beautiful profile of her breasts lit by the light coming through the curtains. She held out the still vibrating dildo to me, but I shook my head.

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‘This is my special day,’ I whispered, ‘and you are the Maid of Honour!’ Becky looked confused for a second, then began to grin wickedly as she realised the implications of what I was saying.

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‘Well this thing is a little dirty, shall I clean it or do you want to?’ She was getting into the spirit of things now, we had always spoken in innuendo but it was normally a way to make the boy’s buy us drinks. I reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling the throbbing vibrator to my mouth. I had licked my fingers during masturbation before but this was the first time I had ever tasted another woman. Her perfumed juices tasted sweet to me even through the tang of the rubber, I needed more of this.

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‘Now it’s clean, you know what to do with it I hissed.’ Still sitting there, Becky eased the tool into my waiting pussy and as she did, I reached up and pulled her down towards me. Our mouths met in a heated explosion of tongues as we kissed each other deeply, all the time Becky sliding the ting in and out of me.

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‘You taste so sweet,’ I gasped and began to nibble on one of those perfect breasts. Becky’s mouth brushed against my neck and ear and I moaned again, I had to taste her some more. Becky was now lying next to me and my hand slid down between her legs, finding first time the smoothness of her slit. The only other time I had felt anything like that was my own when I was still a schoolgirl and just beginning to discover the pleasures of self stimulation. I slid one finger into Becky’s willing hole and began to gently tease her clitoris with my thumb.

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‘Are you sure you haven’t done this before?’ she asked.

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‘No, you’re the first.’

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‘The virgin bride then,’ Becky’s sense of humour had not gone, but rather than spoil the moment, the sly comment just made me thrust that much harder.

‘I want to taste you again,’ I breathed, ‘I want you to show me all the tricks you can.’

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Without a word Becky rolled to her knees and took off the blouse she had been wearing. She pulled the vibrator from out of me and tossed it to one side, ‘We won’t be needing that then,’ and she straddled me, pushing the full heat of her sex down on to my face. My tongue darted across her fleshiness before plunging itself into her sweet, sweet hole, the taste was like nothing I’d ever encountered before. What I had sampled earlier was merely the warm up to the fresh flow that was coming out of her now. Again I felt the tingle pass through me, why had I never thought of this before, her body had always fascinated me with her long legs and slender waist and now those legs were either side of my face gently squeezing me as if to control the speed with which I was licking. Once more my hands reached up to stroke her back but this time Becky grabbed them, bringing them round the front to feel her breasts. They were as firm as they looked, with her hands guiding mine I rubbed my palms over her erect nipples, then she took one of my hands and together we pinched them. She removed her hand and I continued to pinch and roll, all the time licking at her pussy, sucking on her clit.

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‘Harder,’ she panted.

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I began to lick faster, but again her thighs applied gentle pressure to the side of my head.

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‘No, pinch harder!’

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I squeezed and teased her nipples with greater pressure, Becky started to grunt and sigh, her right hand reached back behind her and she pushed two fingers deep inside me. I gasped, letting go of her tits and losing my rhythm.

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‘Don’t stop,’ Becky moaned, ‘I want you so badly.’ Her fingers pushed harder. ‘Tell me if it’s too much.’

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‘No, it just took me by surprise, the men I’m used to all want to be so ‘New Man’ and gentle, when sometimes all you need is a good hard fuck. Will you fuck me?’

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With this Becky lifted herself from my face, I thought I saw a twinkle in her eye and her voice changed.

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‘I was hoping you would say that, now you’re going to be my Bitch. Roll over and get your arse in the air.’

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I did as she said, not questioning what was coming next, but when it did I had a pleasant surprise. I felt Becky’s tongue probing at my pussy before she started to lick up the slit, all the time flicking it in and out of me, but she didn’t stop when she reached the end. Instead she carried on and slowly started to circle my arse. I could feel my hole twitch as she gently stroked around the edge, this was something I had never even let the men in my life try. Her hands came up to caress my cheeks, pulling them slightly apart to give her a better view. And then I felt her tongue enter my arse, that was when I had my first orgasm. I bit down on the pillow under my face, my body convulsing slightly. Becky pulled away, coming up for air or trying to avoid having her tongue ripped off by the convulsions passing through me.

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Again her hands where back at my pussy, probing deeply, first one, two maybe four fingers. Her thumb was caressing my clit again, sliding it in and out of the hood and after only a couple of minutes of this hard and fast fucking I exploded again. I could feel the juices start to flow down my legs by this point.

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Becky took hold of my hair and pulled my head up and back, causing me to rise to all fours, then she took the hand that had been in my pussy and stuck her fingers in my mouth. Excitedly I licked my own cream from her fingers, it didn’t taste as fresh and sweet as Becky’s but that didn’t matter. Here I was completely at the mercy of one of my oldest friends and all I wanted was for her to fuck me again.

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I wasn’t disappointed, after I had licked her fingers clean she stood up.

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‘Roll over!’ I lay on my back, noticing from the corner of my eye that Becky was gathering up my vibrator and the plastic toy she had been using earlier, what she was going to do I didn’t know. But I also didn’t care.

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Becky lay alongside me again, her body pushed up tight against mine, and she leaned over and started to kiss me again. Her lips locked hard over mine, making it hard for me to breathe and just as I thought I was going to pass out, she pushed the vibrator back up inside of me. One thrust. As deep as it would go. For a moment I thought I had died.

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‘Had enough yet?’ Becky’s voice purred in my ear, bringing me back to the real world.

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I nodded gently, not really sure what the question was, but a nod was all I could manage.

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‘Tough!’ and with that she rammed the plastic prick I had worn on my head, into my arse.

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I screamed, but the scream was cut off by Becky’s mouth over mine again. I could feel tears welling up in my eye’s, not through pain. No both the tears and the scream where pure pleasure, pleasure like I had never felt before. My body was shaking as Becky held me kissing me deeply and gently easing the toy’s from my holes. When I stopped shaking, Becky moved her head a few inches, so that she could see my face clearly. She smiled sweetly at me.

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‘I hope your not expecting a bloody wedding present as well.’

By day 4, she was drinking almost as much as me, though her choice was a milder brew. That evening, we returned to the resort late and requested for dinner in the room. I went into the bath for a quick wash before the food arrived. On coming out, I was surprised to see the room-boy already serving food in the semi-dark room. What surprised me even more was that my wife was casually removing her clothes, blissfully oblivious of the boy. I glanced at the mirror by the wall and saw the boy was watching her through it. He did not seem to notice me and was killing time fumbling with the dishes, his eyes fixed on the mirror. I again looked at my wife. She had by now removed her tee-shirt over her head and was having some trouble with the shirt getting tangled in the hair clips. With her hands up and her face covered in the dress, she offered a glorious view of the rest of her body. The low jeans seemed to slip even lower as her arms were raised. The band of the dark panty was visible all around. The milky white midriff was shapely for her age and seemed even trimmer in her present posture. The full breasts were encased in a white lacy bra. I again glanced at the boy. He was bolder now and had stopped fiddling with the dishes. Standing erect, he stared hypnotized at the mirror. Although I was getting a side view of her, I knew that he was getting a full frontal in the mirror. Seeking to avoid an awkward situation, I back-stepped into the bathroom and quietly closed the door leaving a small gap. I turned on the tap to drown any other noises I might accidentally make. Suddenly I was feeling aroused. Seeing the boy watch my wife undress should normally have angered me. But on the contrary, I was so excited that time seemed to stand still. While I pondered on my next move I found myself involuntarily feeling my organ through the wrapped towel. And it was getting erect. Embarrassed at my own condition, I pushed my organ down and strode out of the bath. She was now stepping out of her jeans. As she turned around and bent down to pick it up, I realized he must be getting a grand view of her ample bottom. I snatched my eyes away from her and looked at him. But he was not there. The place was empty. I could not remember him going out past the bathroom door. Anyway, relieved that the moment had ended, I quickly tiptoed to the door and bolted it. Slipping off the towel in my already aroused condition, I walked over to my drunken wife and unhooked her bra from behind. I turned her around to face the mirror. She was now only in her dark panties. I was completely nude. In the soft light, I could see her skin glow in a rich golden brown shade. I cupped her full breasts and squeezed gently. She moaned softly and leaned her head back towards me. I stared at the mirror reflection as she pushed her bosom forward and at the same time reached behind to grope my tool. Her eyes were half closed and her lips here sensuously open. I suddenly noticed a movement near the curtains. He is here, that bastard! – I thought. Feeling more aroused at being watched, I whispered to my wife that we were being watched by a room-boy. In her dazed condition, she assumed I was joking and giggled. I turned her towards me and rested one arm on her lower back. With the other, I beckoned the boy. Suddenly aware that he was caught, he jerked to attention and slowly came forward, cautious like cornered animal. I signaled him to strip. This surprised him even more and he glanced at the door. Seeing it closed and running out of choices, he quickly stepped out of his shirt, trousers and boxers. Looking very nervous and self conscious, he stepped to within touching distance. I could see that he had a big erect tool which he surely had been stroking while watching us from the dark. In a quick movement, I lowered her panty to her knees. He was now staring at her exposed bottom. Slowly pulling down the panty the rest of the way with my toes, I again whispered to her.

“What if a room-boy was to see you in this condition?”

“I would hug him tight and kiss him!” She giggled.

“What else would you do?”

“I would make him squeeze these!” she said cupping her big breasts.

Holding her firmly at the shoulders, I suddenly turned her around and pushed her at him. Both were caught by surprise. He reached out to stop her from falling. Both his hands got firmly positioned at her breasts. She embraced him around the neck to stop herself from falling as her knees gave way. Momentarily recovering from her daze due to the sudden events, she exclaimed:

“Jim!”

“Yes Ma’am!” He mumbled, confused and embarrassed.

“So you two know each other!” I laughed. Walking to the table I made a stiff drink and walked back. She had managed to reach the bed, half stumbling, half hanging from his shoulder. She quickly tried to scurry under the covers as Jim stood nervously not knowing where to hold her. I laughed and handed him the drink.

“Drink it, Jim, you need it.”

“Yes, Sir.” It was gone in one gulp.

“Go make yourself another!” I grinned.

I stood near her feet and snatched away the sheet. She lay there in all her glory, making a futile attempt to hide her modesty. I laughed hoarsely and climbed the bed between her knees. Spreading them apart, I poked a finger in. She was already wet. The walk to the bed in Jim’s arms had taken its toll. Holding her ankles up at my shoulder level, I thrust my hip forward. Rubbing her warm wetness aroused my cock even more. Resting her pretty long legs on my shoulders, I guided my throbbing cock smoothly into the inviting pussy opening. I gave it a couple of slow mild strokes, ensuring all was wet and well. Now clasping her thighs, I pushed in hard and deep till the very end of my shaft. She gasped at the sudden intrusion. Slowly withdrawing till the tip, I again rammed in to the hilt. I was rewarded with another gasp from her drunken mouth. I continued to pump rhythmically, watching her entire nude body jerk with my thrusts. Her breasts were swaying to my beat. Her eyes were half closed and her lips were open. Soon, Jim returned and sat by her side. He started fondling her breasts. He was clearly bolder now after the drink. Kneading one, he bent to suck the other. Watching him clawing my drunk wife drove me to the brink of my orgasm. She too could not manage the dual attack and was soon clawing the bed sheet and thrusting her entire body up. I climaxed. Pumping in the last drops, I heard her moan and felt her cunt squeeze my cock in an extended orgasm.

Gasping for breath, I withdrew and went to set myself a drink. Sipping slowly, I sat on the sofa with a limp tool and watching Jim gathering speed as he kissed her all over and hugged and stroked her entire body. She was getting aroused once again. She too was responding to his movements. As he rolled over her, I envied his well toned muscular body. She reached up and pulled him close. Both were in heat and oblivious of everything else. I finished my drink and got up to get a closer look. Soon, Jim had inserted himself into her already dripping cunt in the missionary position. He started pumping at a very high speed. His youth combined with his drunk mind and aroused body to create utter madness. Surprising, my wife was responding to him move for move. When he kissed, she kissed back. When he pinched, she pinched back. When he bit, she bit back. When he squeezed her boobs, she reached down and squeezed his firm butt. Jim returned to his rapid pumping and she started moaning. He muttered something I could not understand. She was speaking too. I strained to hear her.

“Fuck me…tear me….yess….ooohh…”

 I was shocked. Was it her? I had never heard these words in her lips in the last 7 years.

He seemed turned on even more by these words and gathered more speed. Both were sweating and their glistening bodies slid on each other in a mad frenzy. My hand was stroking myself. I watched shamelessly as Jim fucked my drunk wife to her second orgasm. She gripped him tightly as she entered what seemed to be a bigger orgasm than the first. She moaned loudly, pushing her head back, clawing his back with her nails, her legs straightening and stiffening. Suddenly his back stiffened too, his bums tightened and his thrusts turned slow and firm. He dropped on top of her, his face embedded in the hair by her neck. I walked rapidly back to the sofa. Picking some tissue, I stroked myself twice and drained out my second load.

When I awoke, it was morning and the sun was already up and pouring into the bed. My wife lay on her belly sprawled in the crumpled sheets. Jim was nowhere to be seen. She woke up with a bad headache and a sore body. There were red bruises on her breasts and thighs which I certainly had not inflicted. After a quick bath, she was in a hurry to return home. We packed up and left. She never mentioned a word of what happened the previous night. As we drove past the beach, I smiled. We would be back, I swore.

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Here is my first experience and sexual encounter. My sexual arousal was raised in our own house as the whole family shared the huge lounge and slept there. The married ones had their beds behind simple partitions. We all wore Lungi, men or women, and when fast asleep you lose conscious about your stature.

This is when I became aware of our sexuality as I could clearly see small and larger cocks of my siblings and cousins as well as pussys. Hence, midnight into bedtime and would wake up just out of curiosity to behold such scenarios laid out in front of me. Most of the cocks would be erect ( I am told due to spare blood pressure finding its way in there) and I would imagine the measurements.

I would also love to see the pussys some more hairier than other and, if lucky, one of the girls would be asleep with legs apart and allowing the sight of the lovely holes. Around that time I also became aware of unusual but hushed noise coming from behind the partitions. So one night, I quietly got up and crept around to see what was going on and, Jeese, what a sight I had despite there being no light.

Uncle on his back with aunt riding. I just got terrified first and rushed quietly back to my bed and just wondered what was happening. Next day, at school, I shared my experience with older friend who told me that they were FOCKING. The way it was pronounced is the way I have written here. All kind of secrets started to come out and we enjoyed those narrations. I was only 14 and sex was a taboo at home so I knew nothing.

In my younger days there, the national holidays were celebrated and in the night times they would shut down the streets to put on films. Everyone would join in from squatting on the street to watching from their Varandahs.

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That was when my first encounter of physical touch happened. As we were all engrossed, in the darkness of the street, watching the film I felt a hand on my thigh and thought nothing of it. The man then slowly and gradually began to move his hand up and again I said nothing thinking it was just accidental.

Soon his hand was around my penis and he began to stoke it giving me an electrifying sensation as I had never touched myself like that before. I had an erection and enjoyed it. The man then got hold of my hand and put it around his cock. It was big, or so I thought, and my mind immediately went to the scenario at home of the erect cocks of my older relatives.I was also terrified and, at the same time, enjoyed the being stroked. So I did the same to him. I then shot my cum which was also the first time and that shocked me into realisation of what had just happened. Had the man kept my hand on his cock, perhaps, I may have continued to stroke it. But he then started to rub my bum and poked my arse hole with his finger which I found painful and not welcome. I just stood up and ran home.

That night I could not sleep. I kept visualising the masturbation given to me and the pleasure from it. So I started to do the same thing while looking at some of the exposed pussys of my cousins.

I also crept up to see what went on behind the partition almost every night thereafter, and sometime found myself lucky to behold the scenes being played out by my uncles and aunts.

We also employed sleeping in maids to help with the household chores. These were young maids carrying out whatever work was given to them. Our one also shared the beds with us in the hall. I started to take interest in her as she was very well built with the right hills and valleys in the right places.
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One day, being sick, I did not go to school. One of my uncle came for lunch and afterwards went to the room next door to rest. During day time the partitioned rooms were not private as the family moved from the hall to kitchen and dining areas through them. So the room next door was used for such purpose. Its bathroom was also used as laundering the clothes.

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The maid’s task was to wash the clothes. I used to wonder in there on certain excuses just to behold the wonderful sight of this girl washing clothes. She would get wet and the upper shirt would become see through. The locals had a different type of under wear serving as bras. This would also get wet and the boobs would be visible. As she would wash the clothes and beat them for lather the boobs would bounce. The next thing that would happen was for me to go to the toilet and jerk off. One day, under such pretence, I went to the room but found the doors closed. I peeked through one of the glass pane to see what was going on. I knew the maid was there and also my uncle supposedly asleep. But there was no washing sound coming. So I crept in quietly and went to the back room where the bathroom was. In there was the maid and my uncle and doing what he did to my aunt except it was daytime and everything clearly visible. The maid was bent over the washing tub and, what bums she had, my uncle was behind her thrusting his hips. They were both naked and as he thrust the maid’s boobs would swing. My uncle had one of the boob in his hand to balance himself and another hand on his hip, perhaps, to help him thrust fully.

He was grunting while the maid was saying to hurry up as anyone could come in. My uncle was having none of that and kept on thrusting. I could not see his cock pistoning because he had his back towards me. The maid probably was not enjoying it because she kept asking my uncle to hurry up. Soon my uncle grunted loudly and made a hard thrust holding both of her boobs in his hand and biting the maid’s neck. I realised afterwards that he had cummed inside the maid’s pussy.I ran off. An hour later when my uncle had gone back to work and the rest of the family at home took their afternoon sleep I went to the room next door to talk to the maid. I found her hanging out all the family’s washing and that was again a sight to behold. The outstretched hands thrusting her boobs out and her lungi half way up her thighs.
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I said to the maid what happened with my uncle an hour ago. She just freezed and looked at me in surprise. I told her I saw everything. She asked me what I was going to do. I said nothing. I told her I did not know what they were doing and I would not be reporting anything to anyone simply because no one would believe me and, even if they did, they would protect my uncle and the maid would be sacked. The maid began crying when she heard what I said.

I picked up courage and held my arm around her shoulder telling her not to worry and that I was her friend etc. I also asked her if she would tell me what my uncle did to her as I did not understand such things. She said she was raped by my uncle and I asked what that meant. She was not surprised at my question because she knew I probably did not understand what had happened as she had seen me grow up in her time of work with our family.

So she pointed towards my legs and said that man had a thing which they put inside a woman’s thing which gives pleasure if it was an agreeable thing between them. With all signs of innocence I asked what is done and how. So she said to me to take off my lungi. I did and there was my 4 inch little but erect cock. She giggled at seeing the tiny cock. She then lifted her lungi and showed me her pussy. I was amazed at seeing the pussy of a woman so closely as the pussys of my cousin, at bed time exposure were not so clear. The maid had a triangle of pubic hair. I said why she did not had a cock like me and she again giggled saying woman did not had a cock.

I asked her if I could touch her pussy and she shied away from me saying someone would catch us. I told her I had locked the door from inside and not to worry. She relaxed and came over to me. I was only about the height to her shoulder then and my face was in front of her boobs which were quite big.

I reached out and touched her pussy and started to rub my hand over her pubic hair. She seemed to enjoy it because she opened up her legs allowing the vaginal lips to part and giving me full sight of her clit and pussy hole. My cock was already erect and I felt tingling inside of pleasure and saw some drops come out which I learnt later in life to be the precum.

She got hold of my cock and started to rub it over while I poked my finger into her pussy. We did that for about five minutes and I could not control myself and shot my cum in her hands. That made her laugh. I asked her why and she told me that I was already finished. Then we heard someone trying to open the door. So I quickly went into the toilet and the maid opened the door. My aunt was there and asked the maid why she had locked the door. The maid said she intended to take a bath after the laundry that is why and my aunt went away. I came out of the toilet and ran back to our main room but asked the maid whether we could do the same later when we get the chance and she agreed.Â

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That was an experience of my lifetime when a woman held my virgin little john and the mere holding was overwhelming enough to make me cum. The encounter with our maid was short and interrupted by my aunt which was just as well because I had already discharged.

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The next day I looked for the chance to get to the maid while she was again doing the household washing but was disappointed as the front room was occupied by my older cousin doing her study.

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This continued for several days and my only satisfaction from the desire to be treated to that wonderful sight and being held by the maid was to jerk off in the loo. The good part of the disappointment was that my uncle was also obviously being denied the chance to screw the maid. Later on, in my life, I realised that I was actually envious of my uncle having the best of the maid as well as his wife.

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At last my chance came. Cousin was at school and uncle was at his office. The afternoon session was on for the rest of the family to have their siesta and for me the chance of a Fiesta !!!

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There she was at her usual place devoted to the household chores. This is the encounter that taught me about a woman’s issue, i.e., menstruation. The maid was pleased to see me and beckoned me to sit next to her. I readily obliged and pulled up my lungi so as to squat on the low stool and also in anticipation of being fondled by her. I eyed her heaving wobbling boobs as she laboriously worked on the laundry. She was sweating and somehow I found the smell of her sweat attractive.

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I asked whether I could touch her boobs and she agreed. They were beautiful and firm, perhaps, due to all the hard exercising work she did. I offered her my little john which she briefly rubbed but told me she had work to do and that she was having her period so she would not let me touch her pussy. I asked what she meant by her period and she explained the whole thing. I was appalled that women bled every month so much for whole week while men didn’t. I also realised why uncle was at office and not home for siesta (and his fiesta?).

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That was my biggest learning curve. I was disappointed that I could not touch her pussy but asked her to show it to me. She refused saying it was all wrapped up. Upon my insistence she pulled up her lungi to show that she was wearing a large panty which had strips of towelling underneath. There were no such things as tampons in those days!!! I stayed for a while fondling the maid’s boobs and trying to suck out milk thinking that producing milk was natural with every woman. That was another major lesson for me, learnt from our maid that milk was produced only when the woman was due to give birth and continue until her child stopped suckling.

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Well folks, what a teacher I had on my and a woman’s sexuality. I continued to learn many more things from her while enjoying the fondling from her and playing with her beautiful breasts. However, I never had the satisfaction of penetrative sex with her because there was always the fear of discovery if I had the chance to be alone with her or else there was always something in the way such as my uncle and others in the family.

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I had changed, perhaps, before my time. The little john was little – no more than 4 inches when erect but, boy, what joy I was having even if full intercourse was not achieved.

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I swapped my experience with friends at school and soon became their teacher on sex. My friends would listen to me in awe and envy. They too became aware of their environment in respect of sex and would deliberately seek out any available opportunity to peek around their homes.

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All good things come to an end and mine did too. The maid did become pregnant and no blame, to my knowledge (household talks were for adults only) was apportioned on anyone at home excepting that the maid was probably immoral and, hence, sacked.

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I missed her terribly and her departure had a strange effect on me. This could only mean that I had fallen in love with the maid. I was put off my study and my diet. I was bunking off lessons at school until the school reported me and I received a good hiding. Time heals and I soon forgot our maid. The family replaced my teacher maid with a middle aged woman and that was sufficient to put me off and, perhaps, my uncle too as he stopped coming home for the afternoon siesta either because his fiesta was gone or else he was terrified by his misdeed having got away with it by the skin of his teeth.

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