I have a lot of sexual stories that stir in my head and bring be back to some intense orgasms and taboo instant. I wanted to spell them down and share with others these amazing clock time in my life that I would bed to relive over and again, what good way than to publish down.
This is the outset time that a woman had touched me and what I like to think was the defining moment in my sexual life. This single coming has stuck with me to this day as a 30 twelvemonth old marry man, and today I still find myself chasing that euphoric sexual climax and exploring something so taboo.

I was 13 age old when I had my first assisted sexual experience. My mom and dad and recently been divorced and my dad was facing a mid-life crisis and began dating brassy fair sex. The kind who have multiple babies from multiple fathers, smoke a coterie a day, representative strained by the years of whiskey vilification, and bit plump from the baby weighting. My father began to date this one woman Shelley who would constantly throw late night party at my dads new home, many a times resulting in the bull being called and him very close to losing my visitation rights. I remember trying to fall asleep and hearing the clinking of bottles and the olfaction of pot seeping underneath my door as I tried to sleep before school the next day. It never bothered me and actually began to excite me when I met Cindy one of Shelley 's friends ....

Eventually I stopped trying to slumber and would sip one or two beers along side my dad until him and Percy Bysshe Shelley would sneak off and fuck loudly in their way. In this meter I would sit and talk with Cindy who was a permanent fixture at these political party. She always seemed to interested in me. She would ask about school and how I must be getting all the girls attention. She would warn me not to knock any of them up or I would pay for life, blah blah blah. Cindy had two kids herself that I did n't experience but spent nearly of the time at their dad. When I expressed to Cindy that I was shy with missy and could never get one to kiss me, that 's when she began to promote that I should masturbate to the thought of all those fille at schoolhouse and this would alleviate the tension and make me more confident ( made sense at that age ), today I think she just wanted to talk dirty to me without crossing any pipeline. Yet shortly after that conversation, that billet was crossed.

I took the school bus home from junior high to my dad 's theatre only to find that he was not place and I was locked out. I walked down to a pay phone and tried to call my mom but she was not answering. I called my father and he said he was up in Palmer, a span hours drive from Anchorage. I remember being freaked out and feeling alone and variety of pissed at the world for something so dewy-eyed as being locked out. My dad told me to pay heed tight and wait because he would send Shelley to get pickax me up and hang out with her for the evening until he drove back. I sat on the porch and had no theme what was in store for this eve ...

A car pulled up to the business firm and it was not Mary Shelley, two honks and I realized it was Cindy. She had told me that Mary Shelley could n't get off work to get me so I could hang out with her until one of them could open the star sign for me. I remember feeling at ease once I got in the car and excited to hang out with Cindy. I of course did n't think anything sexual might befall, but just knew she would be fun to let the cat out of the bag to. She asked if I was athirst and took me to the McDonalds driveway through and got me some food. She was so playful in the car and asked me to fee her as she drove. My finger slipped into her mouth as she took a bite from my hand and before letting it go she sucked the tip firmly. At that minute I was intemperate immediately and kept replaying that sensation in my head wondering if it was an stroke or if I had just made it up. When we got to her firm Cindy said she needed to alter and gave me the remote to look out TV in her living elbow room. The mansion was a aggregate heap and smelled like moldy wash. Thomas Kyd miniature were scattered on the story and fast food containers covered the table and counters. As I sat there I kept thinking about Cindy sucking my fingerbreadth in the car and it made me need her. Cindy had to have been mid 30 's if not former at this time. She had long reddish hair that came down to her butt, She always wore faded denim that were sloshed fitting and what I though at 13 was n't exactly sexy. It was n't until Cindy came out in small grey shorts and an over sized looney-toons bed time shirt which clearly showed her large bosom. She was not wearing a bra and they bounced gently as she walked around the family. Cindy came to sit next to me and caressed my leg asking if I needed anything. It was n't sexual at all but again I was hard instantly and I remember pressing my forearm down on my lap to hold in my hard on which made it find even better. Cindy began to make small-scale talk about schooltime, girlfriend and head into a conversation about how my masturbating was going. I remember being very embarrassed but bore to state her. Cindy dominated the conversation and began to remark how the girl at school must have small titty and stern. She would laugh often after making a sexual comment and then obviate her attention to the tv. I mainly nodded and laughed along with her.

I will never blank out this moment and it is engrained in my mind, such a vivid effigy. Cindy turned to me and said do you like my pap and lifted the looney cartoon shirt exposing her large tits. Her nipples were Brobdingnagian and for the longest time I though all women had dinner photographic plate nipples ... Cindy was a bbw, and had a stomach on her with baby scrape. We both laughed when she flashed me and she encouraged me to scud her. I lifted up my shirt and she smacked my plane stomach and mentioned how fit I was. From here it turned into a flashing game. We would sit and watch tv and Cindy would slide over her shorts exposing a very red bush. She would continue to pretend like it was no big deal and keep watching tv until she grabbed my hand and slid it up her thigh and in through the leg pickle of her shorts. It was so hairy and warm in there. She used my finger to spread her brim and I felt the wetness. My grueling on was raging now and I had no idea what to do. That was no trouble because Cindy took mastery. She kept my finger's breadth running up and down her pussy and began to groan softly. She pulled my bridge player out and slip it in her mouthpiece tasting her own twat, I now knew that the finger sucking from the to begin with McDonalds meal was no accident. Cindy asked me, `` Do you like me ? '' I answered with a shaky voice and let her know that I liked her a lot. She lifted my shirt and began to osculate my stomach and scratched my liquid dresser with her yearn nails. She stood up and exposed her organic structure to me, first she slid down her Second Earl Grey boxers and there it was a to the full red bush between her thick chubby stage. She removed the looney animated cartoon shirt and exposed two very large bosom. Cindy got down on her knees just in front of the lounge and laughed, nervous habit ? She asked if I wanted to undo my belt of which I did very quickly. Without her asking i took of my bloomers and exposed a huge erecting through my boxers. Cindy pulled my laborious stopcock from the kettle of fish went down and put her lips around it. This was the get-go to a flavour that I have been chasing ever since. I remember it being so warm and feeling her tongue slideway up and around my dick. I remember the slurping sound and her pickings on my tool which fit perfectly in her lip. I was about 5 inches hard so she had my entire putz and balls working her mouth, it was amazing. She moved up and down with her sass and moaned loudly. She used her foresighted nails on my stomach and would grab my minuscule ass shoving me down her throat. What could have only been 5 minutes I quivered and began to pump in her oral fissure. I remember trying to pull out my sensitive cock from her mouth but she refused pushing me down and vacuuming up my cum until every last drop was down her throat. I lay back and my cock was tingly still in her sass but lenient now. She kept it in her oral cavity for at least another 2 minutes, assuming she was trying to get my concentrated again but it was a no go. She stood up and laughed and began to arrange. I told her that I would n't tell anyone and she laughed at me. we sat on the couch and watch out tv until my dad showed up 3 minute later to bring me home plate. I got home and went straight to the bathroom to jerk off, eyes closed and trying to cum to the though of Cindy. It was at this moment that I knew stroking my own prick would no longer do. I knew what pleasure felt like and I wanted it.
I never had a sexual experience with Cindy again. Eventually my dad left Shelley and her cheap friends behind. I thank her for such a wonderful experience and to this day make love she is the intellect I am such a sexual person, a sex freak.

-AJ