E… Aunt Training…First Viewing

My aunt Emma (my mother’s sister) was an attractive 30 something blonde widow who lived nearby us. My mother used to send me to her on Saturdays to do odd jobs for her around the house. For her time, she was a very liberated ‘earthy’ woman. Contrary to the era she lived and was brought up in, she dressed casually and wore lots of loose colourful dresses etc. She loved the outdoors and had an extensive garden of herbs and wild plants. We always got on well together and I really enjoyed doing odd jobs and helping her in her garden from a very young age. As a young girl she worked in service on a large country estate and when she got to know me ‘more intimately’ she filled my head with stories that activated my young and fertile sexual imagination at that time.

My sexual adventures started with her unexpectedly when I was around **. Occasionally I would stay over with her on some Saturday nights. Since she had only one bedroom she would let me sleep in her bed upstairs while she slept on the kitchen couch downstairs. On one weekend stay over I was awakened on Sunday morning with a not surprising all too familiar full blown hard on! After ‘dry’ stroking it to frustration for a while I got up, dressed and decided I would sneak downstairs to make a cup of tea for my aunt and surprise her with it if she wasn’t awake. The open stairs lead directly onto the kitchen where aunt was sleeping. Being as quiet as I could I approached the quarter turn landing on the stairs when I was suddenly confronted with the scene of my life. There was aunt Emma lifting her cotton night dress over her head and underneath she was as naked as the day she was born. She stood in profile to my line of view with her well rounded bum turned towards the heat of the kitchen range. Her tits were snow white, round and bulbous with a just a touch of ripe hanging fruit about them. They were tipped with stiff pointed nipples anchored on large circular strawberry aureoles. Her profile was angled slightly towards me showing me the smooth gentle convex round of her belly that showed no signs of either sag or creasing. Her bush was blonde and lush, but in spite of its fullness it still failed to conceal the protrusion of her pussy mound that disappeared into the crease between her closed creamy thighs. Her bush rose off her groin in a way that could best described as ‘Eiffel Tower like.’ From its wide base it creeped up her silky belly culminating to a point as it neared her navel. I was frozen to the spot but in spite of my stillness the stairs creaked beneath me causing her to turn and catch me looking as if she already knew or expected me to be there since she made no effort to conceal herself. Looking up at me she simply smiled and said; “why are blushing, don’t tell me you’ve never seen a naked woman before?” “No” I replied nervously. “Not even your mother?” I was taken aback by her question and couldn’t understand what reason she should think I would have seen my mother naked. “No of course not” I lied.  “Then you better come down and have a closer look before your eyes pop out” she laughed.

F… Aunt Training…Pussy Exploration

With shaking anticipation, I stumbled down the stairs to her level at the kitchen floor and stood in front of her with my mouth hanging open. Without further ado she turned her back to me and walked towards the couch giving me a full view of her ample but firm high arse and showing me the sway of her hour glass smooth hips as she moved. Reaching the couch, she turned and sat facing me with her knees together. Placing an elbow on one knee while cupping her chin in her hand, she smiled across to me and asked; “now tell me - and there is no need to be shy - what part of a woman’s body do boys of your age crave to see”? It must have had something to do with how laid back she was, or how she phrased the question in such a casual way as if she was asking how did I like my egg, that I uttered the immortal words…” I’d love to see your…pussy…please”? Without further ado she lifted her heels up onto the edge of the couch and splayed her legs in front of me. And there it was, as simple and as unexpected as that, the first ‘real woman’s’ quim displayed in front of me in all its beauty and splendour. Never in all my life did I ever see anything so beautiful. Covered in pale see through blonde crinkly hairs the chasm of my aunt’s womanhood lay before me. Her wound was longer than I expected and now I realised what I glimpsed of it from the landing of the stairs was just the beginning of its cut on its journey down between her thighs. Although the lips were thick and slightly rolled, they hugged each other close together. Overall the complete package bulged slightly outwards without betraying the neat straight line all the way down to its still concealed entrance. Looking up she placed her hand on my obvious boner still inside my pants, “I see looking at me like this makes you hard, take it out for me, I want you to show it to me.” Without hesitation I unbuttoned my flies and left it out for her. “Oh my, its big for your tender years, I suspect at your age you already know why and what you have it for?”. “Yes I do”, I replied with a surety and determination that surprised me. “Well, you are much too young for such games as yet my young nephew, but that doesn’t mean you and I can’t have some fun together. We can look, play and touch each other but you can’t put your thing into me as I’m guessing your time has not yet come okay”? To be honest I had no idea what she meant about ‘my time had not yet come’ all I knew was that I was as hard as a bar and I would have no hesitation ‘putting it into her’ if she let me! But anxious as I was, I knew better than to push it. But surely she would at least let me touch it I thought? So boldly I place my right hand on her warm thigh near her pussy and asked her if I could I touch it.

She replied “Yes, but you must do exactly as I say okay?” I nodded and she continued, “I want you to place your hand between my legs and just clasp it gently in your palm without trying to put your fingers into it. At this point I just want you to experience how it feels”.

Nervously I did as she instructed conscious that outside of playing with my cousin’s innocent slits, this was a whole new world that was about to open up before me – literally! I clasped it as gently as one would hold a fluttering bird. My mind full of randy thoughts went into overdrive. The very first sensation I felt in touching a fully developed woman’s cunt was the heat it transmitted onto my hand. As she instructed, I made no effort to prod or poke it with my fingers (as hard as that was not to do). In hindsight now I know the reason she wanted me just to hold it gently in my hand. It was to allow me to feel the unmistakeable heat a pussy will transmit to the gentle touch/feel of a man’s hand placed on it. In fact, it felt so warm cradled in my hand, that I thought my hand had begun to sweat! Soon I was about to discover that this was not the case, instead it was her womanly juices that were beginning to seep through her slit that I was still keeping closed with my hand. Interrupting my flow of filthy thoughts, she said “take your hand away now and tell me if it looks any different than from before you touched it?” And yes, it had subtly changed in its appearance. The long neat line had parted ever so slightly to show just a hint of inner pinkness and there was now visible moistness along its entire length which glistened further here and there as the light picked it up through the delicate blonde curls. “Now” she said “do you want to feel inside?” Not waiting for my reply she told me; “I want you to take your middle finger and place it at the bottom of my cut, dip your finger in as far as your first knuckle and run it smoothly from the bottom all the way up to the top.” Doing as she instructed I pushed my middle finger as deep as the first knuckle and ran it smoothly upwards. As the wound opened in front of my finger it exposed a myriad of delicate glistening silky smooth pink folds. As my finger move up further still I noticed this hard little nub of flesh peeping out between the lips near the top of her slit. She asked to take it and roll it between my finger and thumb. As I did so it made her sigh and she spread her legs further.

G… Aunt Training…Cock and Balls Manipulation

… At ** years of age while I was getting hardrons, I still didn’t have any seed in my balls. After that first exploration of her cunt she closed her legs sat up and asked me to drop my pants so that she could ‘inspect my equipment’ as she put it! With my cock as stiff as a poker and thicker and longer that I had seen it before, she took it in her hand squeezed it firmly and pulled back my foreskin to inspect my ‘wide for my age knob’ as she put it. With her other hand she fondled/felt my ball sac gently and carefully rolling my ovals between her fingers. She made the observation that “they were developing nicely but my balls had yet to ‘drop’. I asked what that meant and all she said was, ‘when they do you’ll be in for wonderful surprise’! On every occasion that we played with each other the ‘secret game’ she always made a point of examining and rolling my balls with her fingers before she touched my cock. About two months after our first encounter during the usual routine inspection, I actually felt her weighing my balls loosely in her palm, something I hadn’t experienced before. “Ah at last”, she sighed.  “You’ve now reached the two eggs in a hanky stage” I noticed immediately her increased breathing and her face flush with excitement. During our previous sessions she would wank and squeeze my cock until she ‘dry/pain’ wanked me while she let me play around with her lush creamy pussy. But even before she dropped her knickers for me on this fateful day, she started to stroke my hardon with firm determination. After the first couple of strokes something changed inside me. I could feel a mixture of tension and excitement building that I never felt before and I knew that something big was about to happen, I didn't know what - all I knew was that something scary and exciting was happening inside my body right now, while not realising then that it was something that was going to change how I felt forever as soon as this feeling reached its climax. I could feel this intense pressure building behind my balls followed by a tingling sensation that spread like a trickling current into both my now ‘newly dropped’ ovals. When I looked down with my heart racing and my face burning I saw this clear syrup like tear drop beginning to drip from the eye of my knob. While squeezing my cock tightly in her fist, she reached out with her left index finger to pick up the drip and to smooth it over my now very swollen pink knob. I wondered what is this strange liquid that I had never seen before? It was silky smooth, clear and oil like in texture. and the sensation of my aunt spreading it over my entire knob and underneath the rim of its helmet, was nothing short of electric. I still had no idea what was going to happen next. In some ways it was like I wasn't in control… and of course I wasn’t. Suddenly she increased the speed of her stroking. At that point some inner force took control and the tingling sensation that I started to feel in my balls quickly intensified. I now noticed that my cock was so engorged and elongated that it caused my balls to rise up from their sac and separate with one either side at the root of my stem. This was another new sensation that I hadn’t experienced before. Then without warning I felt the muscles in my upper thighs contract and my arse cheeks spasm as spurts of milky liquid began to jet uncontrollably from the eye of my knob onto the floor in front of us.

For a few sessions that followed she just let me shoot off at will and she quickly learned to judge my body moves knowing exactly the moment the seed was about to leave my balls. Then one day she took me by surprise. Just as I was starting to come she grabbed my prick tightly in her fist just as my sap entered the base of my cock.... As you know that's the point past edging and there's no going back...but with her clenched fist and minimal stroking she held me vice in her grip causing me to buck and roar like wild animal from the intense pressure/pleasure. Only when my spasms ceased did she loosen her grip and stroked rapidly allowing me to spurt out my seed in copious jets.

In my teenage years I stumbled in on my friend in the woods having sex with his girlfriend and I was invited to take part. When I walked in on them he was already mounted taking her doggy style. The sight of him sliding his hard pole in and out of her hairy pussy to me was electrifying.

We were probably about 18, she looked younger and was still partially dressed. He had her leaning against a tree with her blouse ripped open and her tits hanging out, her knickers were just pulled one side as he was on her.
I got an instant boner and took it out of my pants and asked her to stroke it for me, but it wasn't enough. I was aching to get him off her to let me get on and have my go on her.
It also frustrated me to watch him rodding her with her knickers still on.
I remember saying to him "You can't do her properly that way, let me rip them off".
I took my penknife out of my pocket, pulled the wet gusset clear of her ass and his cock and cut them off her.
I pleaded with him to get off her to let me get my turn, but he only taunted me by pulling slowly in and out of her and told me I'd have to wait until he finished on her.
It was a very a****listic scene, two cocks competing for one pussy. Two rutting stags competing for a doe. I was so randy to get my turn I couldn't hold off any more so I locked my arms around his waist and physically pulled him off her.
Then before he could double back I mounted her quickly.
She was fresh young filly with a hairy tight little cut and she bucked and squealed when she felt my balls on her hairy mound when I pumped my seed into her.

Breeding wife was very exciting for me because I would regard myself as 'over sexed' We were both brought up in the heart of the countryside and we were very familiar with a****l breeding sights. It went hand in hand with country life. Cow being brought to bull, mare to the stallion etc. So it came naturally to use a****l terms in sex between humans. For instance when my wife was ovulating she would tell me that she was now 'in season' or 'in heat' and those days were 'no knickers days'. On these days she would encourage me to mount her at will. There was no need for preliminaries, her vulva would be swollen and weeping. Whenever I had a hard on she wanted me to put it to her without any ceremony. Except when we retired at night, then I would make sure she got her due thrill and I would keep at her until she orgasmed before I seeded her.

Regularly we worked outside together so anytime I felt my horn rising (while always respecting that she was 'in her time') all I had to do was lift her dress and she would instinctively open her legs for me. On those occasions all she required from me was to mount and seed her. It could take place anywhere, in the barn, out in the orchard up against a tree. If I came in and she was making the dinner, she would stop and I would take her on the table or doggy on the floor, nothing was set in stone.

One afternoon we were both weeding drills of turnips on our hands on knees and she was slightly ahead of me. All the while my focus was on her firm round arse. Watching her as she moved along made me as stiff as a poker, so without any warning I came up behind her and taking out my tool while lifting her dress I was on her and in her before she even realised it. While I was pumping her I saw the woman next door looking over her fence at us. When I looked up and saw her she ducked down and I thought she was embarrassed. When I looked up again she was back and she had her 17 year old daughter with her and they were both pointing and giggling. As I was shedding my load, I heard the woman say to her daughter; "Those two are always doing this. See how he's grunting and shaking, he's breeding her right now". When I thought I had finished I let my rod slip out. Whether it was the thrill of been watched and hearing them talk like that, I'm not sure, either way there was one last spurt in me which arced onto the wife's back.

Jake was a sharp and unexpected learning curve for Emma. Little did she know that so soon after her interrupted lecture with cousin Edith that she would have been confronted with a her first ‘man milking' experience. Embarrassed she rushed away from Jake straight after his release. She needed time to think and take in what had just occurred. Her first reaction was to the dampness she felt between her legs. When she felt dampness there before she had hair, it was more comfortable as it was quickly absorbed by the soft cotton of her loose underwear, with the cotton soaking up most of the moisture along her slit line. However, after hair grew there, she found herself ‘weeping' more often and the feeling was more uncomfortable. More often than not the moisture was carried through the hair to the juncture of the lips where their creases met with her upper thighs. The dampness was uncomfortable and tended to itch in the crevices. Today she noticed there was an added itch/heat inside the slit itself, urging her to want to ‘touch herself' as she had recently taken to doing in an effort to find release/comfort.

A thought flashed through her mind as her urge increased. A couple of months ago she walked into the stable to find her cousin Rose pinned up against the wall by a young stable lad, who had one arm across her chest and his other hand up under her long skirts groping between her open legs. She was close enough without them seeing her and to hear wet clicking sounds coming from where he was vigorously rubbing her cousin, amidst her weak pleading with him to stop, which he ignored. However, when he took his arm from her chest to unbutton his fly, she bolted from him and ran out the opposite door pulling her dress in place as she exited.

The estate was full of rampant sexuality and she had witnessed more than her fair share of copulations. The master being a noted horse breeder had an array of stallions, ranging from high pedigree hunters and racing breeds down to the more ordinary everyday working horses. Almost daily mares arrived at the stables for breeding. All types across the range came and went, from nervous first time young fillies to the more seasoned mature mares. Elsie and Primrose were the main handlers of the stallions seeing to everything from preparing the stallions before a mare arrived, to bringing the stallion to the waiting mare and taking turns in either holding the mares tail one side while the other girl would grasp and place the stallion's appendage in position so that he entered the mare's vulva smoothly. Emma never tired of watching the exercise fascinated as she watched the prancing stallion sometimes nuzzle the mare's vulva as his long prick slipped out of his sheath to shoot bolt upright as he put his fore legs up on the mares back with Primrose or Elsie on hand to grasp his long stave to ensure it was properly aligned for a smooth entry. Emma observed that once a stallion was firmly implanted in the mare, most times he discharged quickly amidst loud neighs with his loins shuddering as he did so. As soon as he was finished and had slipped out of the mare one of the girls was quickly on hand with a bucket of warm soap water wash down his diminishing horn before it slipped back into its sheath.

Lately she had become preoccupied with following the farm hands as they went about their work on the estate. Sometimes she would focus on just one man and secretly follow him about as he went about his work knowing that sooner or later he would have to relieve himself of his water. She found it so exciting to watch a man go behind a tree or bush and take his cock from his pants. And there was such variety. The younger boys with their white/pink pencil like willies, to well hung grown men with such a variety of shapes and textures. She was fascinated that some men were ‘cut' and thus their knobs were immediately visible while others pulled back the loose skin to expose their knobs before shedding their water. Again there was a huge variation in the size, shape and colour of the knobs which varied in all shades from light pink to deep purple. Some cocks came out flaccid while some came out semi-erect which was exciting! Some men would also take out their hairy balls and she never could understand while this was necessary other than maybe a man might do so to cool them down perhaps - at least that's what she liked to think! Again there were variations here. Some looked large, loose and heavy similar to two potatoes swinging in burlap like hairy sacs. The shape of others barely discernible crunched up tightly in their crinkly bags snuggling underneath their principle member. Occasionally she was excited to see some stroke themselves to hardness and draw the white creamy seed from their balls in leaping ropey spurts.

All these exciting scenes served to remind her that her time was growing ever nearer to being called to interview by the master's housekeeper. Here she would be stripped, made to spread her legs and to be carefully examined to see if all was intact before she was brought to her masters bed.

The most tricky part was the actual breaking...(Mine winched and baulked as soon as she felt the head of my cock against her seal)...The trick is that you must first spread her legs as wide as possible....I broke mine doggy....If you're doing it this way, make sure her shoulders are full down on the bed...grab her ankles and pull her knees towards you and that will force her to dip her back so she can't arch it and pull away from the cock...make sure you spread her knees as far as she can take it...Now you can picture the scene for yourself...her pussy is now fully presented to you...peel and hold back the lips with your finger and thumb so you can see her pussy hole /seal clearly. Lodge your knob into it pressing it FIRMLY against the seal...the trick then is don't delay because she's now aware of what's going to happen and she may try to buck and dislodge you....once you know you're lodged up tight against her seal drive home as firmly and as quickly as you can..she'll almost certainly squeal and cry out once you tear through the seal. The important thing at that point is to drive your cock in fully all the way...She may plead for you to pull out at the point of the initial breakthrough, but it's crucial that you don't. Vital that you don't hesitate to give the her the full length of it without pausing...Hold fast in her all the way up to your balls, locking your arms around her waist if necessary to keep her from bucking or trying to throw you off.. Hold your cock firmly in place there to let her feel the heat, the length, and the strength of the cock pulsing inside her...If you do that it's almost a certainty that she will want you to start pumping shortly afterwards.
As a footnote I feel it's important to point out that no girl/woman should be in any way forced to cede her virginity. I am a firm advocate of consensual sex on all occasions...Every girl will sense when it's her time and her desire to be penetrated for that first all important time. And while a certain firmness is required from the man's point of view he must spare no effort in his preparation of her in all the ways an experienced man will know how to do. Another important point not to overlook...is that oral contraception as distinct from using a condom (if so desired) is the preferred option for this first time in particular. Also this is not the time try and perform the act with a semi erect member.. The man should be virile and hard as a bar with balls full to overflowing to perform this sensitive and important task. While at the same time he must be in full control of his timing to flood her freshly opened wound with an ample supply of natures soothing cream...thus the importance of not using a condom on this occasion.

It was the first time Emma held a fully grown mans 'thingy' in her hand. She tried to think of the polite names she heard it called, such as; a penis, an instrument, a baby maker, but her mind couldn't help wandering into the more lurid names. She thought how her older cousins Martha and Edith had much more exciting names for it like; a cock, dick, prick, tool, weapon, shaft, spike, or one of their favourite descriptions 'that he was hung like a horse'. That image she was familiar with, growing up on an estate she saw more than her fair share of horse cock, including bulls, dogs and a variety of other a****ls and the inevitable copulations that went on between them in their times of season.

Lately every time she set her eyes on a man she glanced casually at his crotch to see if she could discern the outline of his pole running down inside his pants leg. It was a new game for her and every time she saw one in that way she would feel a hot flush come to her cheeks
The proud owner of the one she was holding now was Jake's, one of the farmhands on the estate. Jake was a dark haired burly young man in his mid-30's. She stumbled across him while she was picking windfalls off the orchard floor and stacking them in her basket. As she moved between the apple trees suddenly there he was relieving himself of his water as he supported himself with one shoulder against a tree, while holding his semi flaccid pipe in his hand as he jet hosed a strong spray that arced away from him before it fell crackling on the fallen leaves a good three feet or so out from him. In spite of having no desire to be found watching, he must have heard her footsteps in the leaves as she sneaked closer moving from tree to tree to get a closer peek. Looking over in her direction he spotted her and ceasing his spraying as suddenly as shutting off a tap, he gestured to her to come forward calling her by name. Although shy, she was drawn towards his exposed 'prick'. After all this is the first manly one that she saw in the flesh so to speak. She often caught her younger brothers playing with their thin stemmed pink mushroom capped willies, but this was the real thing.
One morning recently cousin Edith had taken her to the milking parlour. She was fascinated how with a squeeze, a slight twist and a pull on the cow's teat, Edith expertly drew milk in strong squirts into the metal bucket in front of her. Unexpectedly Edith embarrassed her by saying men are milked of their cream in nearly the same way. What on earth did Edith mean she wondered? Surely men's things were just for relieving them of their water in the way that her hairy little slit did. Edith went on to explain that at the start men's cocks may be soft like the cow's teat - 'depending on their state of mind at the time of taking them in hand', she coyly added! However, there are distinct differences. Dependant on their age, or if they are caught by surprise, they need to be made stiff before you can draw cream from them. You will also notice as they get harder in your hand that the skin on their pricks gets thinner and more flexible and will slide ever more freely over the ripples of the muscle that grows ever harder underneath as you handle them. Disappointingly, Edith's fascinating lecture came to an abrupt halt when her father entered the milking parlour.
Shyly now, as she approached Jake she noticed he showed no embarrassment and continued to hold his cock in his hand as she nervously came forward. In fact, she couldn't believe her ears when he asked her if she would like to hold it for him, adding he wished to continue to finish releasing his water. Then taking his hand away he let his cock droop offering for her to grip it. Instead of it hanging down limply as she expected, it hung arc like as if it was beginning to grow and stiffen. Unexpectedly her desire to feel/touch it overcame her shyness to look away or to run from the scene. Instead she reached out and just tipped the pink end of it with the tips of her fingers. He then asked her to go behind him and invited her to hold it. Doing as he suggested she went up close behind him and wrapping her fingers lightly around his pole she felt it lift slightly as if to fit into her hand. Almost instantly his water jetted forth as before. Continuing to hold him lightly in her hand she could feel the water trickling through the soft hose on the underside of his tool. Fascinated she watched the water emit like a double edged blade from the slit at the end of his pink cone which she felt had now widened and was trying to shed the prepuce that was struggling to contain it. As he finished with a couple of brisk spurts, he asked her to shake the last few drops off for him. When she felt he was finished she let go of it and noticed that the arc in which it hung before she grasped it had now flattened considerably. Unless she was imagining it, it looked as if it was growing, rapidly extending outwards and widening. He must have noticed her staring wide eyed at it as he asked her, 'do you want to see more'? She asked him what he meant by more...what more was there?
'Why don't you put your pretty little hand inside my fly and see what you will find in there', he asked her in a quiet and even voice. At this stage his dick had lost its arc and was pointing out horizontally from his body leaving an open gap in his fly underneath big enough to comfortably put her hand in. Nervously she slipped her hand into the darkness of his fly. There was a warm 'earthy' air emitting from inside there which met her hand just at the point of entry. Almost immediately she encountered a brown thick mass of wiry curly hair which she could now see was extending outside his fly forming a hairy collar around the base of his every thickening stem. Her fingers initially got entangled in the hair mass and she twitched them too and fro in an effort to untangle them. As she did so, she encountered the pulsing rigid muscle at the very root of his virile manhood. Throwing his head back he muttered 'lower'. Dropping her fingers, she felt a portion of elongated sack like loose flesh until the backs of her fingers dropped low enough to brush two egg like shapes. Breathing heavily, he murmured 'lower, lower, cup them in your hand take them out'. Dropping her hand further and cupping underneath his 'eggs', she lifted them out clear of his fly as he had asked. As she lifted them, they separated rolling outwards either side of her hand. Not having seen the likes before, she nervously let them drop clear outside his pants in the open air, where they settled like two potatoes hanging loosely in a hessian bag. When she focused now on his prick it had grown enormous extending almost vertically forming an acute angle with his tummy. It had stretched in both length and width to the point she thought it must be on the verge of bursting! Its head had changed from pink to boarding on purple and it had dismissed any remaining foreskin to the underside of the distended ring of its mushroomed head. The soft under hose that only recently delivered his water had also thickened considerably, so much so that it looked as if was a separate and supporting conduit to the veiny thick rippling muscle of the prick that supported it.
He looked towards her with his eyes bulging his face red and sweating and in an almost pleading voice said to her, ‘move behind me again and pull it for me'. Mesmerised and robot like she moved behind him as he asked. Edith's demonstration in the milking parlour hit her like a wave. Her time had now come to ‘milk' her first man when she least expected it and with no proper instruction and much less preparation. As if he read her mind he asked her ‘do you know what I want you to do'? She answered surprising herself saying ‘she did' adding ‘but I haven't done it before'. He told her not to worry and to hold it in her hand like she did before, but this time squeeze it and pull the skin back and forth, adding not to worry it won't take long and it will ‘come' soon. This time however, it had grown so big that she struggled to clasp it so she could close her fingers comfortably around it. When she clasped it leaped in her hand as if it had taken on a life of its own. When she started to ‘pull' she was reminded instantly of Edith's words that the skin would slide effortlessly backwards and forwards over the rippling muscle in its state of hardness. Silky smooth the skin slid back and forth as Jake between gasps urged her ‘faster, faster, take your other hand, hold my balls and squeeze them gently when I tell you', At the tip of his mushroom she noticed how his pee slit was spread open and a clear drop started to form and swell there before it emitted itself in the form of a silky tread. When she saw it she asked him if he was going to pee again he gasped ‘No it is a sign my spurting is close now'. She was holding his balls lightly enough that she felt them lift slightly while at the same time she felt the hose resting in her palm beginning to pulse and swell. ‘NOW', he gasped ‘squeeze my balls firmly but not over hard. As she did so great gushes of white creamy milk shot forth from the eye of his knob in rope like spurts. She counted five spurts as she struggled to hold his leaping prick in her hand while relentlessly continuing to milk him until every drop of his seed was spent, the man cream that Edith spoke of. (To be contd....)

My first witnessing of couple having sex took place in sand dunes near my home. The vision never left my mind. Mainly I suppose because it informed me at an early age about sex while many of my peers speculated about it into their teenage years..... The occasion was a Sunday afternoon in the mid 1950's and the couple in question were dressed in their 'Sunday' clothes. The man suit, shirt and tie. The woman white blouse and loose tan skirt with flat low heeled polished shoes. As I was playing in the long grass of the sand dunes I heard the sounds of them before I saw them through a clump of dune grass that was within touching distance of them so I could observe all their movements in detail. The woman lay prostrate under the man with her legs wide open. He on top of her and his suit pants around his ankles. The first thing I noticed was how hairy both of them were between their legs. At my age I never expected to see hair down there. His penis was greatly engorged and his hairy sac carrying his ovals - to me looked very large. I couldn't believe that a man could put his penis between a woman's legs like that without hurting her. To me it looked like a long fleshy cut between her legs that gave off a clicking sound as the man darted in and out...and in my innocence I thought he must have been hurting her the way he kept ripping her hairy cut open....On the other hand she seemed to be panting and moaning with excitement because of what he was doing to her..soon I saw foaming whiteness around their sexual parts and the man pulled out... with what seemed to me some milk leaking out of his distended mushroom head. To my further amazement the woman reached down...grabbing his still hard rod and took his knob to her mouth to suck. The scene I witness charged my mind with sexual thoughts during all my waking hours until I had my first sexual intercourse with a woman twice my age...