My first anal experience Part Four.

Saturday morning, the time had whizzed away much faster than I could believe, I was beginning to have doubts again in the cold light of day. Mum had left about ten minutes ago, and I had then suggested to Trevor that I go to the chippy, and get us 3 portions of pie and chips for lunch? He wasn’t keen that I leave the house, thinking out loud that I might just not come back and carry out our arrangement! I assured him that I had little choice as I didn’t want dad to know about me and Ade, especially the anal part, and also, I admitted that I was more than a little excited by the idea of getting off for his friend Paul.

Grudgingly Trevor agreed, so I went to the chippy and ordered the food. On the way back, I saw a blonde guy entering our house and guessed this must be Paul, he didn’t look too bad, so my smouldering excitement went up a notch. I was due to see Ade the next day, so I’d have recovered if I really got off well while this Paul watched. I have to admit there was an element of excitement in knowing that Trevor would be wanking whilst watching me and Paul playing, and my knickers were moist already, which informed me that my pussy was a willing partner.

Opening the front door, I walked through the house until I discovered Trevor and Paul chatting in the kitchen. Paul looked distinctly embarrassed, his face flushing up, but I couldn’t help seeing him flash a glance at my tits. I’d keep that in mind when I showed him parts of my body later, if he liked them, I’d maybe let him cum on them? I was mentally still wavering on this idea, although I was fascinated with cum and even if my gash was screaming out for a new sexual partner experience.

Before Ade took my virginity, I’d not had a huge amount of sexual experience, and I didn’t even know that girls could orgasm. I’d been shocked the first time that I came, and I remember going into college the next day and telling my two close friends (Ruth & Jenny) about how fucking fantastic it was having sex with Ade! Jenny and Ruth will both feature in later accounts, but not today…

The only experience I’d had up until then, was in a lad’s fathers’ garage on a rainy day. This lad and I had been c***dhood friends, grew up together, and I had felt odd sexual twinges for him. We’d gone in there originally to play table tennis as it was a double garage, and on one side his father had set out the table for him to play with his mates. Looking back, I guess he and his friend had planned this, I was rather naïve at times. Looking back his father may well have encouraged his son, as the father seemed a little too friendly with me at times, and I had caught him looking at my groin and tits on occasions. On that rainy day, the father had said he was going out, and that we should go into the garage and amuse ourselves, he was smirking at his son when he said this. So, we’d gone out to the garage with the father, he’d moved his car out, and told us he’d be gone maybe two hours and then left. We had played table tennis for a while, but it was obvious that the two lads were watching my 36C tits wobbling about when I played, the lads friend Steve had even suggested laughingly that I play topless. The lad, he was called Hugh had agreed a little too quickly, but daringly for me, I had unzippered my top very quickly, and then lent forward so my tits fell out holstered by my lacy bra, and then stood back up just as quickly, as I zipped up my jacket.

After a little more teasing they had admitted that they had a hankering for me to strip, just like in a club. Hugh had an old cassette player in the garage, and put some music on, it wasn’t any good for stripping, but I went through the motions, unzipping my top and flashing my tits, undoing the front of my jeans and flashing my knickers top, and even bending over and showing the crack of my ass. At the end of my jiggling, and before I could zipper up, Hugh made a grab for me and pulled me onto an old mattress at the end of the garage, I guess he had this all planned. As Steve looked on, Hugh held me down with one arm, whilst he tried to fumble with my tits with his other hand. I pushed back for a few seconds, but I was quite excited and eventually allowed him to grapple with my large firm tits through the bra. My nipples sprang to attention and Hugh kissed me for the first time, our teeth clanked, and I felt his tongue pushing at my soft lips. I had never French kissed before, never really been kissed properly, and so I let his tongue open my mouth, and I experienced the hot sweetness of his breath as he tried to get it right down my throat.

I could see Steve standing watching us as we broke from the kiss, but then Hugh was back furiously grinding his face into mine. I cannot deny I fancied Hugh, and actually Steve as well, and I felt that hotness in my cunt which I know so well today, and which is my body getting ready for breeding. I have to admit, even back then, I thought about sex rather a lot, not that I knew much about it, so this sensation in my pants was welcome. I got more excited as Hugh got his hand into my bra, we were both breathing heavily. Hugh was lying on my right side, I was on my back, and he was now playing with my left tit. Each time he inexpertly squeezed my already stiff nipple, it felt as though an electric shock ran through to my groin. I was tempted to push his hand away, but he started kissing me again and I stopped fighting against his advances as my gash gushed juices into my panties. As Hugh continued snogging me, he pulled me onto my side facing him, and then fumbled with my bra clasp managing to at least get it undone, and then he slid his hand down my back and into the top of my undone jeans. His fingers explored the deep cleft of my ass, and I responded instinctively by moving my hips against him, and he responded by grinding his into mine. Hugh then unexpectedly flipped me back on to my back again and pushed my bra up off my tits, Steve would be getting a good view of them as Hugh squeezed the right with one hand. Hugh sat up suddenly, leaned over me, and then using both hands, started to fondle both my tits, I was loving this attention and I quite forgot that Steve was even there watching! Hugh began kissing me hard again, and his right hand wandered down onto my belly, as his left hand held my head as he continued Frenching me. His fingers ventured over my knickers, splayed out covering my pubic mound, before squeezing my pussy and then feeling the sopping wet crotch of them. I moaned through his kissing and he slipped a finger under the side and onto my hairy mound, caressing the outer lip of my vagina, I didn’t stop him, so he allowed his finger to caress the inner lips. Hugh pulled his mouth slightly away from mine, just enough to whisper, “You’re so sticky!” all I did was moan, I’d never felt anything like this.

He pulled his finger out of the side of my panties, but his hand now quested at the top of my knickers, and his fingers speedily slipped under the elastic, and his palm covered my soft red-haired mound. Oh my God, this is wonderful I thought as his fingers squeezed my pussy lips, before entering me slightly. He could only get the tips in though, my tight jeans just wouldn’t allow any more freedom for him to get into my cunt, but he did try hard, but failed again. Hugh dropped his head to my tits and sucked in my left nipple, this allowed me see Steve was standing over us, his left hand rubbing the front of his jeans! I shouted, “get out Steve!” Hugh muttered about letting him stay, but I was adamant that he left, so Steve left the garage in a huff.

Once he’d gone, I allowed Hugh to continue sucking on my tits, and rubbing at my mound, but not to put his fingers any further into my wet slot. He told me that he hadn’t got any condoms, and I told him that I wasn’t going to let him take my virginity on an old mattress in his dad’s garage. Hugh pulled his hand from my groin, and he looked sullen, but I told him that I wouldn’t be changing my mind! He lowered his head again and licked at my tits, as he was kissing them, I felt something wet on my hip, raising my head, I managed to just see what had to be the pink head of his cock sliding in and out of sight. I knew all about cock and leg humping from our dog at home, and I could feel Hugh’s legs either side of my thigh. However, I was enjoying what Hugh was doing to my tits, so I decided I didn’t mind him rubbing off against me, his breathing was very heavy. I did know men came, and that stuff came out of their knob, but I’d not personally seen cum? My best friend Ruth had wanked a guy off outside a disco one summer and said it was white, sticky and there had been rather a lot. We lay there for a while, Hugh bumping against me, and sucking on my tits, it felt so good, but then he rolled onto his back, pulling me with him. Once on my side, I could see his penis waving, it looked large to me, and I was only too happy that it wouldn’t be exploring my pussy, as it looked far too big. Hugh took my hand, pulled it over to his shaft, I was enthusiastic, and I felt it, smooth with veiny bumps, hot, sticky at the head, and although I didn’t know what it meant then, circumcised. I pinched the head, he moaned, so I squeezed some more, and his breathing went up, I liked this, I felt more in control. Hugh caught my hand in one of his, showed me how to stroke his cock, so I did what he wanted. He relaxed his hand away as I stroked him. I bent in to kiss him, it was different now I was in charge, his breathing extremely hot and heavy, he asked if I wanted to see him cum, breathily I told him that I did. I kept stroking, Hugh was very red in the face now and he asked if I wanted to see him cum close up, I shrugged but I was curious, in fact, extremely curious exactly what cum would look like. Hugh told me to undo the button on his jeans, and then rest my head on his belly, and innocent like I did. The warmth of his skin, the smell of his pheromones, his pre-cum, it was like the best perfume that I’d ever smelt, and his cock waved right in front of me.

I reached out, held it as it quivered, pulled it down towards my eyes and looked into the end, it’s a good job it wasn’t a gun barrel, as Hugh grabbed my long red hair and with his other hand, his cock. He pushed my head towards it, and it only took a couple of inches movement and my lips quickly met his bell end. With no thought, I opened my mouth and let it in, licked it, and this pushed him over the top as he came hard, several scalding gushing spurts, and right into my open mouth as his cock jumped. I gagged, more cum arrived and spattered my lips, chin and one gout reached my left eye, I felt slightly sick, it was so slimy and salty. I could hear Hugh groaning and telling me to swallow, swallow his cum, suddenly my gash went cold, but he pushed at my head, ramming his cock in between my lips. I opened my mouth wider to stop it battering me, and he shoved it in and out even faster cumming even more, later of course I learned that this was called ‘Face fucking’!

Slowly Hugh’s excitement faded, and as he let go of my head and I could move freely, I looked up and saw Steve watching from the garage door. I felt used, but got up, dressed myself properly, and Hugh also gave me a rag to clean my face. He kept saying that he was sorry, I suppose he thought I would tell my parents, but I muttered it was okay and started out of the garage. At the doorway, when Steve moved to let me out, I saw what could only be cum on the garage floor! So, Steve had wanked as he watched me jerking Hugh, and then taking his cum into my mouth and swallowing it. As I passed him, Steve smiled, asked if I had enjoyed dinner? My first sexual experience probably set me up for life with a craving for men to feed me cum and to enjoy me by wanking over me in pictures, video’s and even all over me if they could.

Back to Paul, Trevor and myself, we sat at the kitchen table and we ate the pies and chips that I had bought, when we drifted to a finish, I looked at the clock, thirty minutes had passed. I looked at my brother and his friend, I knew Trevor had already placed a chair outside my window so that he could wank in comfort. I knew Paul wasn’t aware of this though, and I thought it time to be getting on with the plot, their faces were already flushed as they waited for me to do something. Paul was already back to staring at my tits, so I stood and motioned to him, he got up and followed me like a puppy. As Paul moved ahead of me through the kitchen doorway, I turned and winked at Trevor. I walked down the short corridor to my bedroom with Paul in tow, I waggled my hips a bit, hopefully alluringly, I had learned this tactic from Ade, who loved it. Opening the door, we went in and I closed the door behind us, Paul suddenly said, “Are you sure about this?” I said nothing, pulled him to me, turned him so that his back was to the window where Trevor would be lurking by now. He was breathing heavy already, so I whispered, “Take it slow, and you’ll get more out of watching me.” I did that thing that men love, I reached into my shirt and slipped my bra off, and then raised Paul's hands to my large firm tits, he flushed, but nonetheless, squeezed them, a little bit too hard, but it was okay. After a few seconds, I moved his right hand down to the front of my skirt and let him feel my pubic mound through the material, before informing him, that after this, there would be no more touching me, he nodded. I knew Trevor had told him the rules, and I knew that Paul would be happy to have felt my unfettered tits through my skirt, and my cunt through the material of my soft skirt, as he hadn’t been expecting that.

I moved to the bed, sat down, and then lay down, Paul watched, and I knew that Trevor would doing the same outside in the garden. I slowly undid half the buttons on my shirt, opened it allowing my tits to spill out, my milky mounds tipped with raspberry stiff nipples jiggling enticingly, and then I shifted my hands to the material of my skirt. Paul moved forward to get a closer look, his face red, breathily I told him not to touch his cock yet, to hold back, or he’d shoot too early, and I wouldn’t be able to cum myself if he did that. He asked if I was going to do myself, and I agreed I was, and that I’d cum more than once if he waited. Paul spoke again, asking if he would get a good look at my pussy, as he had never seen a real one, I nodded, told him he’d get a real good look at it. He told me that he had seen his sister’s tits, but that they were very small compared to mine, how cute is that? I pulled at the fabric of my skirt; it ran up my legs and my naked hairy groin came into sight. As soon as my pussy lips started to be exposed, he starred hard right at them, leaning in to get a better look. I opened my legs wide, allowed my ankles to touch each other as they rode up the bed sheet, finally my feet faced each other as my pubic mound was fully exposed to Pauls gaze. I pulled my legs up halfway and I felt my pussy opening up, it was sopping wet, Paul asked if he could look even closer, I said yes, he bent and placed his head about a foot from my cunt, I felt butterflies in my tummy as my first little orgasm shuddered through me. I felt gash juice run down the crack between my buttocks, and Paul asked quietly and breathily, if I had just pissed myself, I said no, I’ve just cum, the first of many, I thought. He looked back towards my face, his own face, very red now, and asked if I had any tissues as he’d just cum in his boxers! I pointed to my dressing table and told him it was okay.