My Steps into Early Sensuality: A Journey of Discovery

I still remember the words of my mother, who always claimed I was sexually aware from a young age. And in hindsight, she was right. I don’t recall exactly when those feelings first emerged, but I do recall the excitement I felt when rubbing my body against various textures.

My brother’s cricket bat, for instance, was a favorite of mine. I’d slide it between my legs and rub myself up and down on the cool, smooth wood, feeling the sensation as I became wet and the wood slipped against me. A silk scarf was another go-to, with its smooth, shiny material providing a delightful contrast to my skin.

I was always seeking out opportunities to indulge in these activities, much to the likely dismay of my parents.

At school, I had a best friend named Lottie, with whom I shared all my secrets – including those I was hesitant to share with anyone else. She was always more forward than I was, and one day, she enlightened me to the world of mutual masturbation.

With our parents often leaving us alone, Lottie and I would spend hours exploring each other’s bodies. We’d strip naked and engage in intimate play, learning the art of bringing each other to orgasm.

Lottie was my first, teaching me how to stroke my own body and introducing me to the sensation of having a partner. I recall the feeling of being ‘wet’ and the way she’d rub my sensitive areas, bringing me to a climax. We’d take turns, exhausted but exhilarated, until we’d fall asleep in each other’s arms.

Our discovery of internet porn was a game-changer. We’d cycle to each other’s houses, giggling and wide-eyed as we explored the world of online content. One video in particular caught our attention, featuring two girls who sparked a newfound curiosity in us.

Lottie and I watched, transfixed, as the girls stripped and engaged in intimate play. We couldn’t help but mirror their actions, our own bodies responding to the sight and sound of their pleasure.

As we continued to explore the internet, our boundaries expanded. We discovered new sensations and techniques, taking each other’s virginity and pushing our bodies to new limits.

But our world was about to change. Lottie went off to university, while I was left behind, struggling to catch up with my studies. My parents employed tutors to help me, including a man named Mr. Husband, who would become a catalyst for my next chapter of exploration.

Mr. Husband was a 40-year-old man with a stern demeanor, but beneath his conservative exterior, I sensed a hidden desire. He’d often find excuses to touch me, his hands brushing against my body, sending shivers down my spine.

I’d dress provocatively for our lessons, teasing him with my attire and watching as he struggled to contain his desires. His eyes would linger on my body, his breathing growing more labored as he attempted to maintain a professional demeanor.

One afternoon, I wore a white muslin top, its spaghetti straps slipping off my shoulders as I moved. I paired it with a pair of marl grey shorts, feeling a sense of excitement as I anticipated Mr. Husband’s reaction.

As he arrived, his eyes scanned my body, his gaze lingering on my breasts and crotch. I watched as he struggled to maintain his composure, his tongue darting out to lick his lip as he took in my provocative outfit.

As we sat down to work, Mr. Husband’s thigh began to rub against mine, sending a shiver down my spine. His hand brushed against my nipple, causing me to feel a surge of excitement. I knew I was playing a game, but I couldn’t help myself.

As we moved on to the piano, Mr. Husband’s hands crept up my arms, his fingers stroking my nipples as he corrected my posture. I felt a wave of electricity run through my body, my pussy growing wet and soggy in my shorts.

We sat in silence, the only sound the creaking of the piano and the heavy breathing of Mr. Husband. His fingers tightened on my nipples, rolling them between them, as he struggled to contain his desire.

I stood frozen in place, my heart pounding in my chest, as he moved away from me and instructed me to stand in front of him. He took my place on the stool, his eyes locked onto mine as he pulled the other strap down my arm. The material slipped down to my waist, and he slid it down until it pooled on the floor, leaving me naked from the waist up. My skin prickled with anticipation as he leaned forward and swiped one of my nipples with his tongue.

He closed his eyes, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked on the teat, licking the distended flesh. The sensation was divine, and I arched my back, pushing myself against his mouth. I exhaled softly, my moan barely audible as he continued his assault, hungrily slavering and covering the nipple in his saliva. The chill of the saliva puckered my nipple even tighter, and I felt my body respond to his touch.

He sat back, his eyes never leaving mine, and lowered his gaze to the crotch of my shorts. A wet patch had formed, and he reached out, his hands moving down my sides until they rested on my hips. His fingers stroked my skin, and I felt a shiver run down my spine as he pushed his hand into my crotch, stroking my folds. His other hand moved to the center of the waistband of my shorts, pulling it upwards and causing the material to tighten against my clit.

I gasped at the sensation, my eyes locking onto his face. He was intently staring at my crotch, licking his lower lip. His hands moved to my hips, taking the waistband and peeling the material down my legs. I watched, transfixed, as he pulled my shorts down my legs and off my feet. He stood up, his eyes locked onto mine, and I knew that I was completely at his mercy.

He twisted the material, bringing the soggy crotch to his nose, and sniffed before licking the juices. Dropping my shorts to the floor, he stood up and pushed me backwards until the backs of my legs hit the sofa. He pushed me down, and I felt a rush of excitement as he knelt in front of me, his eyes locked onto mine.

He grabbed my legs, pushing them apart, and pulled me to the edge of the sofa. His tongue licked the length of my pussy up to my clit and back down again, breathing in my scent. He covered my entire cunt and clit, sucking, slavering, and stabbing with his tongue. I felt my body respond to his touch, my muscles tightening as he devoured me.

His tongue danced across my skin, lapping at my cream, sucking it into his mouth, and pushing my lips further apart to feast on my swollen clit. I was in heaven, my body completely at his mercy. I tilted my hips, pushing myself deeper into his mouth, and grasped his head, riding his face as he devoured me.

Tilting my head back, I smiled inwardly to myself as his overzealous sucking caused me to release a few drops of pee into his mouth. I was surprised to find that he reacted excitedly, sucking even more. I let another small stream go, and he seemed to like it even more, his enthusiasm growing as he drank my urine.

I heard his trouser zip slide open, and seconds later, I could feel his body rocking. I lifted my head up and saw that he was wanking his cock as he ate me out. I felt my orgasm build, thinking of him tugging on his dick, and he was sucking me so hard as he sent me over the edge. My cunt spasmed, and I pushed a longer trickle of urine into his mouth as I came.

As my orgasm subsided, I pushed his face away, and he sat back, his face shiney with my bodily fluids. He had no guilt on his face, all around his mouth glistened with my juices, and he was panting away. He knelt up straight, his fist screwing and squeezing his hard cock, pre-cum oozing from the head and dripping down onto his hand.

I watched him intently as he increased the tempo, squeezing the purple swollen head tighter and tighter until he came, spewing his cum over my gaping cunt, pussy lips, and titties. Ropes of white spunk spattered me, and I felt a rush of excitement as he looked up at me, his eyes locked onto mine.

Quietly and firmly, I told him to get down and lick his cum from my pussy, every single drop, because if he didn’t, I would tell Mummy exactly what he had done and that I had been too frightened to say no. He lowered his eyes, knowing that I was in control now, and lowered his head to my pussy, slowly licking his ropes of cum from me until he had eaten it all.

I was aroused all over again, having this perverted man at my beck and call. I needed to pee, so I made him follow me to the bathroom, standing astride the bidet. I asked him if he wanted to watch me pee, and he nodded obediently. So I ordered him to lean over the pan as I squatted lower, pulled my labia back, and let a dribble of pee go.

He edged his head closer, tipping it to the side and opening his mouth, and I pissed into his mouth as he drank thirstily, barely losing a drop. I don’t know who was more twisted, him for drinking my urine or me for letting him and getting so turned on.

I told him to lick me clean, and once he had laboured for quite a while licking my pussy, turning me on more, I made him follow me back into the living room. Standing next to the piano stool, I placed one of my feet on the stool, ordered him to kneel beneath my now splayed pussy, and demanded he lick and service me again.

Broking no argument, his mouth closed over my pussy, sucking my clit into his mouth and raking it with his teeth and tongue. After a while, I pushed his head away and demanded his hand, grabbing it, and opened up his fingers, folding all of his digits back into a fist apart from his middle finger.

I pulled it towards my crotch, positioning his fist vertically, and pushed his large fat finger into my oozing cunt. I felt my muscles absorb the intrusion, and I began to squat down, bearing onto his hand until my clit ground down onto his knuckles. Rising back up and then down, I fucked his finger, my juices running out of me onto his clenched fist.

Gasping, I breathily grunted that he insert another finger, and my vagina absorbed the thicker invasion. I bounced up and down on his upturned hand, my juices running out of me onto his fist, soaking his hand. Faster and faster, I squatted, ramming his hand against my pussy until I came, squeezing cum past his fingers and soaking his hand with my juices.

Sliding off him, I flopped onto the piano stool, breathing hard. He remained kneeling, his hand covered in creamy juices and his cock sticking out of his fly, hard as a rock. Trying to calm my breathing, between gasps of air, I told him to coat his cock with my juices as lubrication and wank himself.

He did not hesitate, rubbing my juices into his knob, smearing the cream gathered on the back of his hand on the underside, and sliding his hand back and forth over his cock covered in my secretions. Tightening his grip, teasing the tip of his cock with his gripped fist, he pumped faster and faster, shuffling towards me and cumming again all over my gaping cunt and mound.

Once he had finished, he sat back on his haunches, watching and waiting for me. Moving my hand down, I scooped some of his cum onto my finger and moved it to my nipples, rubbing his spunk into each tight bud. Then I slipped my finger into my mouth, my tongue rolling around my finger, tasting spunk for the first time.

Without needing to be told, he obediently lapped up his cum from my body, taking a lot of time to clean my cunt, clit, and titties as I reclined on the stool, recharging my batteries. It didn’t take much to have me turned on all over again, my sexual appetite seeming to go on and on.

I had not planned to let him fuck me, but my cravings were becoming more and more carnal. I wanted his cock in me, I wanted him to grunt and pump his rod into me, and I wanted to feel his cum hot in my belly. I instructed him to lay flat on the floor, and I couldn’t help an excited giggle as his cock stood upright out of his gaping trousers.

I knelt between his legs and held his cock, the first cock I had ever held. I had seen plenty watching porn films, but his was nowhere near that size, quite a lot smaller but still quite a handful for me. I licked the tip, tasting the pre-cum oozing out, and he let out a trembling moan.

I wondered if there was a Mrs Husband or whether he was single. He was such an odd man, had anyone ever tasted his cock before? I licked his length, tasting my juices and traces of his sperm, moving up to the top and sucking the tip, looking up to him watching me intently as my actions caused another moan from him.

I bobbed up and down on his cock, twisting my fist around the base, coating his rod in my saliva. He tried to push my head more forcefully on his cock, but I stopped and told him to keep his hands to his side otherwise I would not carry on.

He immediately did what I asked, and I carried on sucking his member back and forth in my mouth until my jaw started to ache. Letting his cock fall from my mouth with a plop, I moved into a squatting position and straddled his hips, holding his cock upright and rubbed it up and down my now dripping pussy lips.

His eyes widened in excitement, and he tried to buck his hips, trying to push his cock into me. I tutted at him, shaking my head, telling him to be patient otherwise he would be disappointed. He immediately conceded, but I could see it was taking all of his control.

I lowered myself slowly down on to his cock, giving my cunt time to stretch around the intrusion, until eventually my pussy lips were rubbing against his pubic hair. I tilted forwards a little and ground my clit against his pubic bone, circling my hips forcing his cock deeper into me.

It felt heavenly, my cunt muscles grabbing at his rod, stretched and buried to the hilt. Slowly I lifted off him inch by inch until barely the tip was inside me, then just as slowly I slid back down, I continued this several times, his legs trembling, him whimpering at my teasing.

Then becoming frustrated at teasing myself, I lifted off of him and then slammed down on to his cock, causing me to grunt, again and again I did this, fucking his rod harder and harder chasing my own orgasm.

I was starting to tire, and he grasped my hips, lifting me off of him a little and started pumping his hips into me. Slap, slap, slap as his groin smacked against my bottom, his cock squelching against my pussy as he battered himself into me.

My tits jiggled with the exertion, one of my hands alternatively pinching and pulling on my nipples and the other frantically rubbing my clit from side to side. My orgasm exploded, my body tensing, my cunt muscles strangling his cock as it seemed to swell inside me, my muscles milking him as he in turn pumped his spunk into me.

Slowing down his fucking until his cock had finished and started to shrink, he lifted me up, and I shuffled up his body until I was squatting over his face. He instructed me to clench my cunt and push our secretions out. Slowly I felt a trickle of hot cream ooze out of my pussy, his tongue meeting its descent and lapping it into his mouth.

He murmured his encouragement in between mouthfuls, lapping gently into my gaping cunt where his cock had been buried moments ago. I closed my eyes, feeling his tongue dance across my skin, and let out a soft moan, lost in the sensation of his touch.

As he finished, he gently pushed me upwards, and I stood before him, naked, my eyes locked onto his as he tucked himself back into his trousers and refastened his belt. The quiet sound of the metal buckle clicking into place seemed to echo through the room.

He watched me intently as I retrieved my discarded shorts and top, dressing slowly, feeling a little self-conscious under his gaze. I couldn’t help but steal a glance at him, his eyes still fixed on me.

“Resume your practice,” he said, glancing at his watch. “My time is up.” He stood behind me once again, his presence making me feel both calm and on edge.

His hands drifted up my arms, slipping underneath my top and finding my nipples. He pinched them lightly between his fingers and thumbs, and I gasped at the sudden jolt of sensation.

He leaned in closer, his breath caressing my earlobe as he whispered, “I look forward to seeing you next time.” His words sent shivers down my spine.

I couldn’t wait until our next session, but what I was really looking forward to was sharing the details with Lottie.