Learning about sex as I develope

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Learning about sex as I developeSometimes we give our true feeling away when we try not to. Take me for instance, I have feelings for my own sex, I love women, but I declare I am not a Lesbian, so I suck cock and swallow semen, all the while craving a soft breast, an erect nipple, a soft labia, or an erect clitoris.Pressing my swollen lips onto a girls mouth and masturbating myself as her warm breath floods my swollen vagina, wow, it’s too much to go on, I need to rest, stop writing and change tact.Let me go back a little, well a little further back than a little, let me go right back to when I was a girl, sleeping soundly in my bed, and dreaming.It was a strange dream, I cannot even recall it but it was vividly real, and confusing. I awoke to see a shadowy figure leave my room and my nose was full of an acrid smell, and my face was wet, and my mouth full.I knew who the shadowy figure was my uncle, as he had been baby sitting me as my mother and her sister, his wife, had gone out on a night in town, and this wet stuff, the smell and taste, was his semen, and my dream was me sucking his cock, as I slept.I got up and went out into the living room, almost immediately as he had left me, and walked in. He was standing lighting a cigarette, as naked as he left me in my bed moments earlier.’Joe’, I said quietly, and he turned to face me and see me covered in his deposit of semen, türbanlı adıyaman escort ‘it burns’, I said, my eyes were stinging as some of it was in them.’Come here sweetheart’, he said lovingly, and I toddled over to him and let him wipe his semen from my face and hair.’Why did you do that Joe’, I asked him?’Because I love you darling’ he said, and his kissed my upturned face on my mouth, I can still taste Joe’s acrid cigarette taste to this day.’You cannot tell anyone baby about our love’, he begged. I nodded and until now, I never did. I was eight years old.In boarding school I came into contact with girls and found I loved being in their company. I suspected back then I had more testosterone than they did, my breasts were small and my nipples longer, my hips were strait and my limbs muscular, and I excelled at athletics.My bone structure like my buttocks were my stand out features, and my sex drive was legendary, they called me the ‘Fingering Queen’, and I was proud of it.Some of the girls were beautiful and in love with me. They were rounded well after puberty and horny for me, so sleeping with a bevy of beauties was always high on my agenda, having my pussy licked by girl fighting to get between my long legs was gratifying enough, but it left me all confused, and I wondered if uncle Joe’s early influence on türbanlı adıyaman escort my sexual awakening was responsible, somehow I could never quite get rid of his cock in my mouth and his painting my pretty little face that night.On my fifteenth birthday I was called into for a physical and psychiatric examination. The doctor was well now amongst the girls, especially those girls younger than me, and I only escaped his attention due to his transferring to another school, now he was back.When I entered he stood up and studied this physical girl entering his room, my long legs made more shapely with the shortness of the grey woollen skirt I was wearing, the hem barely covering my knickers.’Take off all of your clothing’, he said, matter of factly, and I watched as he walked to the door I had just closed and turned the key to lock us both in.’My underwear Sir’, I stopped and waited, ‘Everything girl’, he replied, ‘this is a full examination, mind and body’, he added, as I continued to peal away the layers to reveal more and more, until I stood naked, my nipples hardening for all the wrong reasons, his eyes were on them in particular, though the thin line that formed my cunt, where my labia formed a perfect seal, as they curved against each other, were fully exposed, as my pubis were devoid of any hair whatsoever.’How türbanlı escort adıyaman old are you Mariel’, he asked, as he stood close to me and took hold of my wrists, ‘Fifteen Sir’, I answered, as he lifted my hands and arms so I could clasp them behind my head.’That’s better girl’, he said, just inches from my face, slowly dropping his own hands so they deliberately brushed against my hard nipples, finger by finger, and my knees buckled as each nipple, touched each finger, in sequence.There were goosebumps all over my body. A mixture of defenceless desire, temperature, and helplessness, engulfed me, and when his hand dropped to my crotch and cupped my vulva, his finger parting my labia, he whispered, ‘Your cunt is wet’, his breath on my lips, and I gasped, as my head spun in a desirous delirium.Our lips were like little magnets, millimetres separating them, the warmth of our breaths mingling, age melted away as desire engulfed us, they touched briefly, but too hard to stop as he opened his and thrust his tongue deep into mine, and felt helpless to resist, as his finger opened me up, and made me yearn for the lustful gratification, that girls my age lust for.He spun me round like a rag doll, bent my upper torso over the leather topped table desk, his hands on my back forcing me down and crushing my small breasts into the cold leather, a momentary reaction soon to be forgotten, as his cock thrust into my soft yielding wetness, his raspy pubic hair rubbing against the softness of my buttocks, his cock stretching my inner vagina in a circular movement, interspersed with deep thrusting, that bruised my cervix, I was being fucked on my tippy-toes, now the men of the school were noticing me, and my body was on an agenda for sex.

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