I would never get guessed that one small showdown on a beautiful hillside overlooking my historical plate metropolis of Edinburgh would lead me on a personal journey of find such as I could never have imagined. In a short time, I would be following a path that not only conduce me to university but into a world of chain's, whips, leather, pain and pleasance. It would be a road that tested my resolve and stretched me, literally and figuratively to my limitation. An exciting, winding adventure that would end in my come submission !

It all started at eighteen with a rather unobjectionable walk with two rather better-looking male supporter from schooltime. I had known them for about five days, and recently it had been obvious that they had a bit of a crush on me. What I was unaware of was that both had wagered each other as to which one would be the beginning to get me into bed ! They could never throw known what would materialise this chilly Nov afternoon nor could I have foreseen the long-lasting result of what would take home within pile of Scotland's historic capital.

As often when traversing this beautiful area, we stopped on the path to study in the far-reaching view north and west across Edinburgh and over the Firth of Forth towards the hills of Fife. The Lomond Hills are locally and seductively termed as the ‘ Paps of Fife'simply because from what was our vantage point they look just like the knocker of a reclined woman with mammilla hard and erect. Often my booster had commented on what a wondrous twain of teat could be found in Fife ! Although my two companions were not mindful at the time, my own teat were going to be an exact replica of what we could see in just a brusk time.

As we took in the far incredible prospect of Arthurs tail end, and in the distance, the Forth bridgework one of my acquaintance commented that ‘ there were few advantageously persuasion in the world.'

Now, I knew, this was the chance to go for it ! I had been waiting for an social function to invite one or both Guy to make love to me.

The bulk of my distaff friend had had their first taste of sex month ago and had told of the wonderful experience it was. They had berated me for not allowing someone, anyone to have it off me. It's not that I was unattractive or had no desire for sex. I had plenty. I had gone very moist between my legs on many occasions as they had regaled the stories of their sexual escapade. Why should I not have a bit of the action I had often thought. I had often lay on my bed at night imagining what such an experience would be like, especially with a handsome guy.

I stood tall at five metrical unit ten inches, had a very slim but athletic figure and weighed in at just over eight gemstone. A size 8 to 10 attire, I was reasonably plain, at to the lowest degree by the standards of the day my long hang dark auburn hair I knew matched my brownness eyes and I wore little constitution, To be honorable, I neither liked its feel upon my skin or the looking at it gave me once applied. The only when negative side was my breasts. How chagrined I had been as a young teen when they had commenced forming. This embarrassment had eventually turned to excitement as I saw some of my less attractive peers proffering theirs in fun before spellbound boys in our course. Their's, however, seemed to be very much large than mine and were often nicknamed ‘ melon vine'by those guy cable who took an pursuit, which was most. My breasts though seemed to remain moribund and, in my vox populi at least, totally underdeveloped. A point that was not lost on either sex in my school year. ‘ form of address ; I was nicknamed ! Not that such supposed insults suffer me, I had a thick skin and knew when I looked in a mirror that my own features, this little blow apart, rivalled and maybe even surpassed the feeling of the absolute majority of early young woman I knew.

I was also popular. I was not certain why. I could be witty, as a hoi polloi of origin given in punishment by my distraught instructor would testify. I was also intellectually shiny. I had a desire to get wind and was therefore painstaking in my studies ensuring all set oeuvre was completed on fourth dimension and to my very proficient power. Maybe this, along with my champaign demeanour and shy retiring nature, just attracted sure character of boys in my commission. Often I had been the case of pursuit among some who would hang around me, walk me home or wolf whistle from a distance. I had enjoyed this attention I admit. I had held several male child hands as we had walked home after school or fatigued weekends exploring Edinburgh's wide-ranging delights or the many incredible paseo that led right from my figurehead door.

On one social function I had gone as close as I dare too actually giving entirely in to any inhibitions I might birth had. I had been the alone girl to conjoin a group of four male champion on hopeful Saturday afternoon. I had worn loose-fitting knee-length shortstop and a twinned sun top as we took to the hills once again with no literal program in mind former than friendship and what we call in Scotland ‘ craic ’. We stopped in a deserted drama ballpark and sat down on the traffic circle chattering away about anything. Suddenly one of the guys asked,"Will you kiss me Rachel ?"

I was a bit stunned. I had never quite expected this, and although I had wondered about it on many occasions now I had been asked, it all seemed a little surreal. My admirer looked at me expectantly and suddenly this incredible notion of just wanting to delight soul else, that would become increasingly familiar, swept over me."If you really want,"I replied, moving to sit closer to him and puckering my lips.

What an excitement as our lips touched and our tongues met in a moment of sheer ecstasy. We were, of trend, egged on by the others around us. To me, all I wanted to do was delight the guy who had asked the interrogative sentence by giving him the very respectable kiss he was ever probably to have. As we continued passionately, I ran my hands through his tomentum, around his book binding and over his chest. This intensified his response, and his manpower commenced to research my excited body and run lightly and provocatively down my bare arms. I could feel him through my bra tentatively brush an enquiring bridge player across my boob, almost asking if he could palpate them. I wanted to allow him wide-cut and unshackled access to constrict my white meat through my sun top. I felt, however, that the joy for us both would be intensified greatly if I made him wait, just a little.

When I eventually took his bridge player and placed it over my right breast, allowing him to wring and find my erect bosom, the core was electric for all of us. Our Quaker cheered us on as a feeling that I had never experienced before flooded through my already trembling body. His hired hand groped and pummelled my dresser as we continued our long passionate embrace.

Once we had finished, he pointed to a bulge at the front of his trouser saying teasingly"Look at what you have done !"

My next surprise was that suddenly those who had been looking and egging us on were now also requesting a candy kiss. When we had met up outside the little corner shop an hour earlier, it had never occurred to me that I was going to be requested to buss all four boys passionately. I was not sure as shooting, however. Yes, I had enjoyed THAT kiss but would I palpate comfortable kissing all four in the Saami way and especially as two were not, in my eye as attractive as the others. I decided that there was only one way to detect out and meekly complied with a wide-eyed"Okay."

This produced almost a mini fighting as my three admirer jostled to be next in line. Sitting in the roundabout was also not the most well-to-do emplacement to enjoy any figure of informal embracement. I suggested we move to a park bench. I was also painfully cognisant that at any clip, someone could grow up at the playground and break into our little tete-a-tete. Quickly I decided on the order in which I would kiss them. I deliberately left the more attractive of the three remaining friends until the end. I reasoned that this would allow for me slightly less time with the other two and more with the one I considered might stimulate my passion the most.

I could see that he was hurt at being left until the end, but I had no way of being able, at that tip, to explain why I had acted in that way. I hoped to make up when the meter came. Thankfully neither of my next two fellow traveler were that long in my embrace. Maybe to them, I was just too apparently or unexciting or had too many inhibitions for their liking. The fact that one's hand kept straying to the area very moistness sphere between my ramification suggested to me that he wanted Thomas More than just a passionate kiss. I was not quite gear up to comply at that time.

Eventually, it was time for my ‘ handsome hunk.'The bench had now become rather hard and uncomfortable. I knew a spot about two hundred metre down the track that would, in my opinion, be ideal for what I had in judgement. It was a small grassy glade just through a wee gap in a tall hedge. I knew that the hedge too would serve to shield us from anyone that might pass by also walking these route. I took his hand and ran with him along the track towards my chosen spot. He ran, in a surprised manner, a couple of steps behind me enquiring where we were going and what was happening. Quickly I found the gap in the hedge and pulled him through and onto the diffuse grassy carpet the former side closely pursued by the others.

What a shock he received as I almost swung him round and into my blazon. We stood bodies touching as I commenced to osculate him passionately on his sassing. As he reciprocated, I ran my handwriting down across his bottom and gave it several exploratory credit crunch on top of his jeans. I could feel his own script moving down my back and on towards my backside eventually following my bum crack down to my legs. The thrill of this was terrific as we continued to cavort with each former, deal notion, and lips locked together, still being greatly encouraged by the former three who stood looking on.

I think it was he who decided that it would be more fun lying down on the flabby gullible grass beneath our understructure. Gently he pushed me so that I was just off balance and made aware of what he had in creative thinker. Our lips parted as he gently laid me on the flat coat and then lay partly on top of me and partly next to me to commence round two ! It was less than a minute until I could sense his throbbing manhood pushing through his trouser and rubbing the top of my short. I remember thinking that it was a ruth that he was unable to palpate or see any star sign that I too was as stimulated as he by our intimate embrace.

I longed to guide his hand under my boxershorts and into my knee breeches. I wanted him to feel the wetness between my legs resulting from his activities. I was however not certainly, in those days, if a man would ever find such an experience a turn on. I did however attract my ramification up so that he could feel up my calfskin under my shorts and towards my bum. I did long to be more intimate as his hired man moved from breast to bum and back again along with episodic maraud through my long hair.

Eventually, we both tired and flopped almost exhausted onto our dorsum looking up at our three friend. I had been so engrossed that I had not taken the flimsy poster of our three other companion despite the fact that I knew they were all watching us kissing and canoodling on the priming coat. Now I was amazed to see that they had all undone their ZIP code on their trousers and had their cocks in their helping hand fingering them excitedly.

I confess that such a sight shock me greatly and brought me very quickly to my senses. I had never seen a human race penis in the chassis before and so to see three all standing above me, all erect and all wanting to fuck me was, to say the least, a bit of a surprise. I was persuaded, after some coercion, to take clutch of them one at a time and finger them for the three guys. I was amazed just how hard they were and just how practically leaked out of them as I continued to play with them following their instructions.

half an hour or so later we were all back on the cart track but chatting about what we had just done. I knew straight away that it would not be long until I would go the full hog and open up my branch to the inevitable. I had enjoyed the attending of all four so often that I wondered if one man would ever be able to fully satisfy all the cravings for sex I knew I was wanting. Time would only tell.

At last on this breezy hillside with its amazing survey, I knew that I was going to be entered by a man 's turncock for the first time and with luck, I might get two !

In answer to his statement about the view, I answered ‘ there might be a better eyeshot uncommitted just here.'

The effect was electric ! My booster looked at me, and one said"really"in a knowing manner.

"Yes,"I again reasoned,"If you want to uncover it and make use of it."With that, I gave a wee nudge as to what I meant as if either required one. I opened my cap and lifted my jumper to let out the top of my denim and the belt holding them up.

"Go on,"I encouraged them motioning to my dungaree"I'll not arrest you if you want to transfer them and do me."

Nick moved first. I could see that his custody were trembling with either excitement or anticipation or both of what might lay ahead. He struggled to undo my rap, never beware my pant button. If I hadn't been so nervous myself in expectation of my first right sexual encounter, I might well deliver laughed at his clumsy attempts to perform this simple task.

Andy eventually joined in and then asked if I was happy for my jeans to be pulled down. I was. Then for the first sentence, it dawned on me that my knickers were dead knit stitch. They were whiten and ordinary, broad back and battlefront and, well… frumpy.

‘ good,'I thought, ‘ why had I not considered this before and put on a lacy lash that would have been aphrodisiac to Nick and Andy.'How poor fish I had been not to give thought of that ! I had about eight matching bras and panty band any of which was far more attractive than what I was now wearing.

This rather embarrassing state of affairs seemed not to be of the slightest interest to my two comrade. I was brought back to reality by the parky November breeze suddenly blowing around my bare calves as my blue blue jean jeans were pulled down to just below my knees.

A hired man went up and took hold of my knickers and looking up at me standing above him for a sign of blessing commenced to draw out them down, revealing my rude unshaved twat and very wet vagina. I remember thinking that we were the wrong way troll. It was all haywire. I should be kneeling in figurehead of them, not them before me. It was a phantasmagorical experience that I have gone back to many a time.

With my jeans and knickers now sitting around my mortise joint I bent over to loosen one of my boots. This allowed me to absent my pant and knickerbockers and let me spread my legs, allowing access to my most intimate area. In bending over, I made sure that I provided an excellent scene of my tail end, thus ensuring that Nick and Andy were made as ramrod backbreaking as could be.

The walkover was undoubtedly chill as it blew between my now spread wooden leg and round my pussy and bum. I watched in great anticipation as both young men undo trouser and lowered them down followed by underpants to bring out rock voiceless manhoods both waiting to push inside my cunt for the start time. I gingerly laid down upon the rough and slightly damp grass, feeling the frigidity of the earth as I pushed my hind end down to prepare for what was about to come about. I opened my legs, giving both guy rope a peek of my hirsute pussy and access to the dripping area beyond. My blue jean and drawers stayed around my proper leg held in place by my walking boot that I had not removed from that foot.

snick was ready first and almost fell upon me in his expectation to enter me. I felt him position himself and suddenly fall. I could feel his rock hard erection stretching me as it slid into position. Without saying a word, he began to pound away at me, holding tightly to my head and groaning with pleasure as he did so. Lying there, the cold of the ground was overcome by the passion of the passion taking place between us. The more he pumped, the more the friction between us increased, and the more I screamed with pleasure until I was at the point of total coming. Almost at the Sami time, dent stopped his incessant pounding, his body shaking as if controlled by some shroud military unit that made him delirious. He fell panting and exhausted onto the ground next to me.

Almost as soon as nick was off, and with my own body still shaking from my enraptured pleasance, Andy placed himself over me. It took him a dyad of attempt to insert my now open and expectant slit. Due to the extra lubrication kindly provided by gouge, Andy had to make for much harder to get to the period of his ejaculation, and I too found it a trivial harder to pass the zenith of the climactic bit that Nick had given. However, as Andy thrust harder and faster, I could sense my torso once again set about to tingle into the kickoff of another wonderfully fill outcome that really would make the primer quake.

I was now getting hot under my jump shot and blouse and could feel myself beginning to perspire from both heat and anticipation. I moved my wooden leg and swung my base behind Andy's back. In this new position, I felt his phallus slip further into me, sending me almost mad with upheaval. I called out"more than, more, more,"as he thrust deeper and harder. Suddenly he lifted himself high-pitched holding his soundbox with his forearms outstretched and shook violently. I knew that now he too was filling me with his cum. That thought suddenly took me to my own point of culmination so that both of us trembled together in one all too abbreviated moment of uncontrolled pleasure. Finally, his weaponry gave way, and he fell back on top of me, kissing me passionately with his mouth.

After we had both breathed heavily for several minutes, he rolled off to lie on the opposite side of me to dent. All three of us lay still side by side naked from the waist down, contemplating what we had just done. We gazed across the slightly overcast skies towards our home urban center. It was still the Lapp, but I had changed. I had discovered something so powerful that it would insure much of the rest of my life. I craved sex ! Mad, rampant, no pickle barred sex ! I wanted it, I needed it, and I was determined that I'd get it !

Andy stood up number 1 and looking between my leg as he lifted his trousers said"Wow ! How sexy is that view with our cum dribbling out !"

Nick followed also taking a good long look at the field between my outdoors legs. It was now oozing plenteousness of cum left inside by my two friends. Nick gave a little grinning of atonement before offering me his hand to help me off the priming. Once again, I was left to bend over to identify my left leg back into my knickers and blue jean. When we were all in a hefty precondition, I threw my munition around both guys and breathed out a big ‘ Thank you.'My journey had started .