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My name is Sarah, I am 83 years old and I thought that I would put my sexual experiences down for other people to read. I have always had a very high sex drive and, even now, the occasional opportunity comes along and I can still enjoy a good fuck. But let me start at the beginning.

I was born in 1928 in a small English country town, the only child of Annie and Tom. I found out the difference between boys and girls when I was only two. We lived on the outskirts of the town with a large playing field belonging to a school right in front of the house. No-one ever objected to us kids playing there and I soon became aware of another family just up the lane with three children, two boys and a girl, and soon became friends with them. It seemed quite natural to us that if we wanted to pee when we were playing together we just did it in front of the otheres. Dora and I would pull down our pants, squat down and pee, while the boys got their funny little things out and peed standing up.

As time went on I also thought it completely natural that we should have an uncle living with us. As I got older I began to question my mother about where babies came from and how Mummies got them. My mother was very matter of fact, she told me that Mummies made love with Daddies and the Daddy fertilised a seed inside Mummy and started a baby. I didn’t quite understand but never questioned what she had told me.

By the time I was eight I had a close friend and we used to sleep over at each other’s houses from time to time. Now I had always caressed my quim, as we called it, usually if I was stressed or unhappy, it was a pleasant experience. So when I asked my friend if she did it, she told me that she did and we began to experiment. We found out that doing it to each other was even more exciting. So I suppose that it was hardly surprising that, when older boys we knew showed us their dicks, that they would expect us to pull our knickers down and show our slits. Inside a year the older of our boy friends were masturbating in front of us, particularly when we had our knickers off.

I could never see anything wrong with this and began to realise what everything was for when older sisters told younger ones what they had a quim for. I realised then what ‘love-making’ was. What I didn’t understand was why Uncle Peter and my Dad both slept with my Mum.

I began to develop very early, or so my Mum told me, by the time I was approaching eleven I had nicely developing breasts, started my periods, and found that playing with myself was becoming a lot more exciting. At least I knew what to expect as my mother had told me as soon as she saw the first signs, unlike some girls to whom it came as a great shock.

Then the War started and a lot changed, Daddy was called up, Uncle Peter, who had a very important job in a factory, had to work shifts and Mum also had to do war-work. This left me with a lot of time on my own and I ran a bit wild. My mother had warned me of the dangers of having sex, which she educated me about, with young boys. I had a boyfriend, he was older than me. I was still eleven and he was fourteen. When he hugged and kissed me, which he was always wanting to do I could feel his dick hard against me. It thrilled me to feel it, and it wasn’t long before I was letting him feel me if he let me toss him off, i.e. masturbate him to climax, if you don’t know the expression. He wanted more, he wanted to ‘fuck’ me, I was careful enough not to let his semen spurt anywhere near my quim, so I certainly wasn’t going to let him come inside me! In the end he found another girl who would let him fuck her and that was the end of our friendship.

Nevertheless, by the time I was twelve I was desperate to have sex. I asked my mother several times and she only warned me about the dangers of doing it with boys. Then one afternoon she came home unexpectedly, I was lying on my bed masturbating while reading a dirty book a friend at school had lent me, she walked straight in on me.

I was horrified but she laughed and said that most girls would read a book like that if they had the chance. She also said that there was nothing wrong with masturbating, it was the way most boys and girls found out about sexual feelings.

Later that afternoon I plucked up the courage to ask my mother why both my father and Uncle slept with her. ‘Well, darling,’ she said, ‘I met Daddy and Uncle Peter at the same time. I liked both of them and went out with them at different times. They were great friends and they didn’t seem to mind. They both wanted to marry me so we had a long talk about it, neither of them wanted to give me up. So I suggested that I marry one of them but that we should all live together and I would make love with both of them! And in the end that is what we did. We held a sort of competition for which one I should marry and your father won, but we all spent our wedding night together and I made love with both of them.’

‘It worked so well,’ she went on, ‘that we have just continued doing it, we all love each other. I know it’s strange, darling, and I wouldn’t want you telling anyone else about it, even your best friend. So I want you to promise me that you won’t tell and in return, as soon as I feel that you’re old enough, I’ll arrange for you to have sex with someone I trust. Is that okay?’ Of course I said that it was.

To move on from there, I had noticed that both Daddy when he was home, which wasn’t very often, and Uncle Peter, now were looking at me in a different way. It was the way other men looked at me, I had a good figure and men used to look at my breasts, then down my body and legs, then look at my face. At home, like Mum, I often used to swan aroung either in my undies or my nightie and comments were made about what a nice figure I had. I was very proud of the fact that I had lovely breasts and legs, I also noticed when I looked in a mirror when I was naked that I had a really plump mons veneris like my mother. Not that we called it that then, we didn’t have any idea of the real name, or the proper name for our clitoris for that matter.

I grew taller and developed my figure even further, everything was in proportion and it certainly didn’t escape my notice that even the masters at school liked to look at me.

If my mother was at home on a Sunday, which wasn’t always the case, I used to get up earlier and take her a cup of tea in bed. One Sunday I did this, still in my rather old, short, nightie, and discovered that Uncle Peter was also in bed with her. He laughed and said, ‘What’s the matter, sweetheart, don’t I get a cup?’ He was looking at around the hem of my nightie, it was fairly obvious what he was looking at, but I didn’t mind. I said that I’d go and get him one, while getting it I heard someone go to the bathroom. I took the cup up and, as I was putting it down on the bedside table, Uncle Peter walked back in, he was completely naked.

It was the first time I had seen a fully grown man’s dick. I gasped but couldn’t stop myself looking. Mum laughed, ‘Surely you’ve seen one of those before, Sarah?’, she said. I shook my head, ‘Not a man’s, it’s so big!’ Uncle Peter laughed, ‘Not really, come and feel it!’ I looked at Mum, ‘Go on then, if you want.’

I walked over to him and just took it in hand. He didn’t have an erection, but it felt heavy and warm, I said, ‘It feels so heavy!’ His balls were big too, I felt those, then I realised that he was beginning to become hard. I did what I was used to doing with the boys and he soon had a huge erection, ‘Well now,’ Uncle Peter said, ‘that feels very nice but where did you learn to do that?’

I felt myself blushing, I looked at Mum, ‘Um, with ….er…boys,’ I stuttered. ‘I hope you didn’t go any further after all my warnings,’ Mum said. ‘Oh no, I didn’t but it was naughty, I’m sorry Mum.’ ‘No, that’s alright,’ she said, ‘everyone has to learn and I think I shall have to have a serious think about what we are going to do. Come on, leave Uncle Peter alone and come into bed with me.’ I snuggled up to Mum and Uncle Peter lay down on her other side.

After they had finished their tea Uncle Peter turned on his side and began kissing Mum. Then he pushed the bedclothes away and kissed her nipples and caressed her breasts. Mum obviously liked it and reached for his dick, which was now soft, in a matter of moments it was hard and Peter’s hand slid down over her stomach and started caressing her quim.

I had become used to the fact that Mum shaved her genital area and I could clearly see Uncle Peter’s fingers stroking the lips of her quim. I already knew what happened when a woman’s quim was caressed and saw the lips swelling and parting. His finger slipped inside, Mum made a sort of happy moan then, ‘Oh yes Peter, feel me, make me feel good!’ His hand now covered her mons veneris, his fingers playing inside.

Mum spread her legs, she turned and kissed him, ‘Come on, darling, do me!’ Peter moved over her, his big, hard, dick hanging below the horizontal. He took it in hand and rubbed inbetween her lips. ‘Oh yes!’, Mum panted, ‘Put it in now!’ Pater was smiling, dick in hand he positioned it, then pushed, Mum sighed as it slid up inside her quim.

I could hardly believe what I was seeing as Uncle Peter began to slide in and out of Mum, I suddenly realised that my nightie was up round my waist and that I was masturbating my ‘little man in a boat’. I watched as Peter made love to Mum, ‘Harder!’ she gasped and I could hardly believe the force with which he was thrusting, Mum was pushing up at him at each stroke.

I could hear sort of liquid sounds, Uncle Peter looked at me and lifted his body up on his hands to let me see his big dick doing it to Mum. He kissed her and murmured something to her, she turned to look at me and smiled as she saw what I was doing. She turned back and murmured something to Uncle Peter, he looked directly at my hand as I played with my quim, ‘Why don’t you let me do that?’ he said, quietly. He took my hand away and the next moment was caressing me, I was slippery before but now the thrills surged through me and in moments I was sloppy with the juice that was oozing from my quim.

‘You beautiful little cunt,’ he murmured in my ear, ‘you’re asking for a good fucking!’ His thick finger eased into me, deeper than anything had been before, his thumb rotating on my little man in a boat. I gasped at thrills such as I had never felt before.
He was doing me with his finger and I loved it.

I think it probably thrilled him too for he suddenly gasped, ‘I’m coming, I’m coming!’ He seemed to jerk his dick in Mum and she cried out again, ‘Oh yes, darling, oh yes, fill me up with your lovely spunk!’ I’d seen boys come so I knew that his spunk was spurting inside Mum. She clutched him tightly as he jerked three or four times then slumped on her, she was making cooing sounds and telling him how lovely his fucking was.

Although I had never heard them use the words they were saying to each other I had heard them before and knew perfectly well what they meant. Uncle Peter had thrilled me too as he was coming, for his fingers jerked in me just as his dick jerked in Mum, I loved it.

After we had all calmed down Mum said, ‘Didn’t mean for you to see all that, Sarah, but I suppose it won’t hurt you to see what sex is like.’ ‘I loved it, Mum,’ I replied, ‘Uncle Peter was playing with my quim when he was doing it to you!’ Mum smiled, ‘Oh, I know, sweetheart, I told him to. Uncle Peter is just the sort of man to introduce you to sex.’

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing and gasped, ‘Couldn’t he do me now, Mum?’ She looked at Peter, ‘What do you think, darling?’ He considered it for a few moments, ‘Well, it’s taking a risk. She’s certainly well developed enough to take a cock, but would she talk about it? I wouldn’t like to end up in gaol! Othrwise I’d love to, I can’t imagine a greater thrill than fucking a beautiful young virgin like Sarah, and she’s certainly been asking for it!’

Mum turned to me, ‘Could you resist telling your best friend that you’d had sex, darling?’ ‘Oh, yes, I’m sure I could, Mummy,’ I replied excitedly, ‘Oh please, I’ve wanted to do it for so long!’ ‘I know you have, but you’re still very young, not even thirteen yet, I don’t know…..’ I said, ‘How old were you, Mummy, when you first did it? And who was it with?’

Mum sighed, ‘I knew you’d ask me that!’ ‘So?’ I queried. ‘Oh dear, I suppose I shall have to tell you. I was a year older than you are now, I was like you are, but girls seem to develop so much earlier these days. And it was my Daddy!’

‘Oh, gosh! Why? Why was that, Mum?’ ‘Well, I was very close to my Daddy and in those days we didn’t have bathrooms like we have now. We all used to bathe in a tin bath in front of the fire and very often it was Daddy who bathed me. He was very naughty because he used to play with my quim when he bathed me, even when I was very young and for quite a long time. My mother didn’t seem to mind. I used to go into their bed on a Sunday morning and Daddy would play with me and when I was older he made me play with his dick. It just seemd natural that one day he would put his dick in me. I enjoyed it right from the first and, as a result I have always wanted a lot of sex…… and I get it now thanks to Daddy and Uncle Peter.’

‘Gosh, do you think I’m like you then, Mum?’ I asked. She nodded, ‘Yes, I do, I thought so that afternoon when I came to your room and you were playing with yourself, it seemed so natural and you have obviously been interested in sex for a long time.’

There was silence for a long time before Mum finally said, ‘I think that you’re a very mature girl, both physically and mentally, certainly more mature than I was. I think, perhaps, that we ought to get it over with, but only if you promise me that you won’t breathe a word to anyone.’ ‘Of course I won’t Mum,’ I said throwing my arms round her neck and kissing her.

She smiled, ‘The only thing to do now, then, is to get Uncle Peter cleaned up and hard again! I’ll show you how to arouse a man if he’s already had sex and you want him again!’ I watched entranced as she bent over Uncle Peter and sucked his limp, sticky, dick into her mouth. I could see her sucking hard and swirling her tongue around, within minutes I could see that his dick was growing and hardening. When he was fully hard she let it slip out of her mouth, ‘Oh, God, you gorgeous creature, there’s nothing like one’s lover sucking one’s cock!’

Then he climbed over Mum and kissed me. He pulled my nightie off over my head, ‘I’ve been seeing those beautiful breasts and that lovely little cunt for ages, it made me yearn to fuck you darling…… and now I’m going to!’

He started kissing and caressing me, his touch was magic, my nipples hardened and my quim swelled and opened, with my little man in a boat throbbing as he feathered it with the very tip of a finger. I grabbed his dick and stroked it, the tip was all slippery with juice coming from the little hole in the end. I felt juice oozing from my quim and round my bottom. Then he kissed and sucked my nipples, slid down my body, kissing as he went, then, reaching my quim, he licked me. I thought I’d die, I’d never experienced such thrills and arousal, my quim, or cunt as he called it, demanded to be fucked. ‘Now Uncle!’ I gasped.

Peter moved over me, he took his dick in his hand as he had with Mum and stroked it inside the mouth of my quim and against my little man, I heard myself moaning. Then he placed the tip of his dick against the entrance to my opening, he pushed gently. He had to do it several times before I could tell that the knob was in, I told him and he kissed me, ‘Here we go then, sweetheart,’ he said.

I was very tight and it didn’t come into me easily and, to be honest, it did hurt a bit. Then, suddenly, it was sliding up inside me, it felt enormous and when his balls were trapped against my bottom he stopped. ‘Just feel it for a minute,’ he panted. After a couple of minutes of feeling his dick throbbing deep in me, he began to move sliding back then in again.

After a couple of minutes doing me like that he began to thrust, oh, a different feeling altogether, ‘This is fucking!’ he panted, ‘what a marvellous, tight, slippery, little cunt you have, darling, you’re made for fucking!’ I thought so too and was hoping he’d take a long time. He did but soon enough he was gasping, ‘I’m going to come, oh God!’

Mum said, ‘It’s alright Peter, cum inside her, I’ll deal with it, she needs to know what it feels like!’ Then an almost painful thrust and Peter spurted inside my quim, it felt incredible, fierce spurts deep in me, filling me with his hot spunk, it was a wonderful feeling! But it ended too soon and he flopped on me, gasping for breath.

After we had recovered Mum said, ‘You obviously enjoyed that, Sarah, you must take after me! But now we have to get that stuff out of you, we don’t want you pregnant, do we?’ We certainly didn’t and Mum took me to the bathroom where she started to fill the bath and produced and enema. Once in the warm water she used the enema in my quim and I saw the strings of spunk emerging and floating in the water, I thought that there was an awful lot of it!

Well, that was my first sexual experience, on reflection it could hardly have been a better introduction and laid the foundation of a life of sex.

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