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This brief article is one that I wrote several years before I met Olivia. I had completed it but for some reason hadn’t submitted it for publication. After she read it all, we discussed the article and thought it would be a waste to delete it. So here it is. It’s been toned down a bit, quite a bit actually, but I hope some of you enjoy it, but those who don’t, please accept my apologies.
In my first year, when I went up to university, I took a room in the girl’s hall of residence. Of course, following that year, as study became more intense my parents leased a comfortable modern self-contained apartment for me, where I could concentrate on my work, without distractions.
During that first full year, as a fresher I accepted invitations to several parties by fellow students who had rented, shared accommodation, usually houses. Most of these turned into sort of mutually experimental, no holds barred get togethers, with people taking the advantage of freedom from the constraints of home to explore their sexuality, the mutually accepted convention was that anything went as long as it wasn’t violent or coercive, it was made clear by the girls hosting the party, that attending the event presumed consent, but if you said no, then that meant no, and that had to be respected.
Near the end of my fresher’s year, I went to one such party, an end of term get together, hosted by a group of girls, in a shared three bedroomed house. It had a large lounge and dining room with double doors between them, which had been cleared of unnecessary furniture, and they had a powerful music centre, with plenty of drinks available.
While at home, in the Whitsun holidays I had shared my virginity with a wonderful, mature man, whom I knew as Uncle Malcolm, and who had given me a memorable experience that I’ll always remember. Later that year shortly after I had just turned 19 in July and while at this particular party, I’d foolishly thought I was experienced and worldly-wise, little realising that I was quite naïve and far too trusting. I watched astonished as couples explored each other’s bodies, and as the lights dimmed, and the music grew louder, sexual activity became more, and more uninhibited.
Wearing very delicate clothing, a thin cotton pleated button through navy miniskirt, half-slip, soft bra, shirt and light blue lace panties, I was bare legged and so when I sat down, my skirt was very revealing.
I’d had a lot to drink, and unusually I had allowed myself to get drunk. I found somewhere to sit on a comfortable sofa, and I felt aroused by the sight of individuals engaging in various types of petting and sexual in all sorts of different positions. Up to that point, I had only gone as far as kissing people at the parties and had not taken part in anything more serious, I’m just not one for just cuddling with people very much. Having had a few unsatisfactory relationships during the last few months, I was considering my needs. This time the drink was getting me a little reckless, and I wanted to indulge my appetite for some simple meaningless sex, to relax and enjoy myself with no complications.
After a few minutes of my sitting alone, mature man came to take the seat next to me on the sofa. I didn’t know him; he wasn’t a student or a lecturer, I’d never seen him before, but he was very attractive, suave, clean, smelling faintly of cedar, and he had a confident approach, after a few minutes of small talk, he leaned in and kissed me, probing inside my mouth with his tongue finding mine, and tangling our tips together in a delicious and pleasing manner.
I hadn’t yet recognised my predilections for the more mature type of man, even so I seemed to gravitate to the type, up to then, my experiences with boys my age hadn’t been that enjoyable, in fact downright disappointing. As he pressed his body closer to mine, I noticed he was dark-haired and even more good-looking than I at first thought, indeed though he was a lot older than me, I felt a powerful attraction to him.
He was well-experienced, he knew how to kiss and use his hands, and I felt myself becoming very aroused; he slipped his hand up my skirt and gently fingered me. I don’t normally like men doing that to me, but he was good at it, stroking my vulva through the thin lace of my panties, running his fingertips over my labia but not attempting to penetrate me with his fingers. My response to his attention became more pronounced as my hips thrust against the motion of his hand. I opened my mouth wider and rolled my head to offer greater access to his kiss.
He undid the flies of his trousers and took his penis out. It was average, but it seemed warm and heavy as I put my hand around it. I began pulling his foreskin as I stroked him. Gripping it and rubbing my thumb over his glans, wiping his seeping pre-cum over the sensitive skin of the exposed tip as I held the growing hardness of him in my palm.
We separated our lips, making that squishy smacking sound, and he looked into my eyes before speaking.
“Shall we move into a bedroom?”
“Not this time, it’s a bit too soon, maybe after I know you a bit better.”
“I understand and I respect that, but ergene escort I’m a bit thirsty so I’m just going to the kitchen and pour myself a glass of water, would you mind waiting here for me?”
“Of course, hurry back, before I go cold.”
He got up, and I watched as he went into the kitchen, but although I waited, he didn’t return. I didn’t see him again, either then at the party or in the following weeks around the campus. I didn’t know who he was, and later found that nobody else at the party knew him either.
After a short time, a girl I knew, who was reading for the same degree as I was, approached and moved to sit next to me.
“Everything all right, Michelle?”
“Yes, thank you, Elaine, but I think I’ve been left high and dry because the man who was here with me just a few minutes ago, went for some water, and hasn’t come back.”
“Well, sod it, just forget him, we can’t have you like that, can we?”
With that, she leaned in and kissed me. It surprised me at how good it was, and how much I enjoyed it with a girl. It was soft and thrilling, not at all what I expected, and I felt my heart rate increase with excitement. She turned over on her hip and slipped in between my thighs, her lips brushing the inside top of my legs, where my skin is the most sensitive to touch, pulling the gusset of my panties to one side, her tongue slipping over my labia and clitoris.
It was like a warm, pensive expectation, feeling my muscles tense up in anticipation. It didn’t feel very wet though, probably because I was already so moist down there from the stranger’s attention. Not only that, it felt incredibly intimate, I don’t know why, but for me, it seemed even more affectionate than ordinary sex with a man. I felt it mostly in my head, full of stars and a lot of tingling, while all the muscles in my vagina contracted.
I was very soft and wet, and I leaned back, opening my knees as Elaine was going down on me. It was so intense as her tongue slipped over my clitoris, giving me a sharp and pleasant, warm feeling. She gave me the pleasure of clitoral stimulation, but with none of the friction caused by using her fingers. It was smooth, wet, and tickled a lot on such a lovely way.
My breathing became fast and shallow, as I felt the build-up of tension inside me, like an elastic band stretching tighter and tighter. I was moaning as her tongue caressed my labia, darting to my clitoris like a butterfly on a flower. Elaine shuddered as she licked harder and more quickly, until she orgasmed, wetting herself. I hadn’t known that girls could achieve a climax by giving oral sex to another female, and I was so surprised to have that effect on someone.
I hadn’t orgasmed, but I felt good, as soft, warm waves flowed over me. Elaine lay shivering with the after-effects of her wet climax. I stroked her hair as she climbed back up onto the sofa next to me again.
“You taste nice, Michelle, and you’re so neat and fresh down there.”
“Thank you, I enjoyed that. I’ve never had that done to me before. It was lovely.”
“Oh, so I’ve taken your lesbian cherry, then?”
“Well, yes, I suppose so. No other girl has ever done that with me before.”
“You liked it then?”
“Yes, it wasn’t what I expected, but it was, well, warm, and nice.”
“We’ll have to do it again soon, then.”
“I wonder who that man was, you know, the one I was with before you came along?”
“No idea. I’ve never seen him before. He’s most likely to be just a gatecrasher. There are quite a few of those at parties like this, but as long as they bring a few bottles, the girls don’t mind.”
“They just take a chance, then?”
“Yes, most of them are alright, and if there’s plenty of drink and people relax, some of them get lucky, some staff members sneak in as well, but what happens in here stays in here, though we do get a few odd ones now and again.”
“What do you men, odd ones?”
“Downright weird sometimes. You’d be surprised.”
“Weird? In what way?”
“Well, no names, but one lecturer asked me to go to his rooms with him and do things that were more than a bit strange, at least, I thought they were.”
“Did you?”
“Heavens, no, but one of the other girls did. After all, it was something different, a bit of excitement for not much effort.”
“Wow, that sounds disgusting.”
“It depends on what the girls want, I suppose, kinky sex, no strings and occasionally a few extras.”
“What sort of extras?”
“With him, as they developed their relationship further, he asked her to suck him off while he tickled her bottom with a feather duster and drank a wineglass of her pee.”
“Did she?”
“Yes, of course, it didn’t bother her, and it gave her a bit of a thrill as well.”
“That’s really kinky, and almost sluttish, if she was doing it just for kicks.”
“I’m sure there were bonuses to her, but some of our fellow students do play a risky game, going with men and women who want that sort of uncomplicated arrangement.”
“I suppose it’s exciting, but it wouldn’t be my choice.”
“If you did, you’d never be short of takers.”
“I don’t ermenek escort mind trying new things, but what you’ve told me I’d find quite repulsive.”
“Oh, there’s a lot more, though strangely, the most common ones are the men who like the younger guys.”
“Do any of the female staff come to the parties?”
“You’d be surprised, but yes, quite a few.”
“Looking for toy boys?”
“More toy girls, if you take my meaning.”
“Yes, I know what you mean.”
“You just be careful Michelle. You are young and very attractive to lesbians, particularly the more mature ones, you’d be a perfect target for them.”
“Perhaps that’s something to look forward to.”
“Mmm, that’s up to you, Michelle, entirely your choice, but don’t get bullied into it.”
She closed her eyes and snuggled close to me, holding tight as she came down. My panties slipped back into place, and I shifted my bottom until I felt comfortable again. Surprised at my reaction to her lesbian attentions, I puzzled as I thought about how enjoyable it had been, this was the first glimmer of my bisexuality, but it hadn’t occurred to me then, and I put it down to my curiosity and, of course the effects of the drink.
We held each other and watched as more and more couples engaged in sex acts with each other, one girl taking several partners, one after another, becoming more abandoned in her enjoyment after each one. We lost count of how many boys shared her delights, but her stamina and appetite impressed us both.
The bedrooms must have all been occupied, either that or people’s inhibitions had gone as there was a lot of carefree sex, with no embarrassment or self-consciousness. It surprised me at how many girls were there and how they outnumbered the boys. I took stock of how many older and mature men had attended, marvelling at how distinguished and sophisticated they were in their attentions to the more youthful woman, and how many of them were seducing the willing young girls.
Besides that, I knew most of the houses on the road were student let’s, and the neighbours on either side, also students, were attending the party. During that first year, there were gatherings several times a week, as newly liberated people celebrated their freedom and explored sex, and with no hesitation, trying new things, and experimenting with each other,
Elaine rose from the sofa, still a little unsteady.
“I have to use the restroom. I’m bursting, and I’m very sticky down there.”
She walked towards the stairs and went up to the bathroom, returning several minutes later.
“Shall I get us some more drinks, Michelle?”
“Yes, alright, I think I need a bit more alcohol.”
“What would you like, a nice cold beer?”
“No, I don’t drink beer, but a good bourbon with ice will be fine.”
She disappeared towards the kitchen, leaving me to adjust my panties, and rearrange my skirt and slip.
The lights were very dim now, and one girl, Lucy, who was hosting the party came close to me. She was spraying air freshener, as it was becoming a little heavy.
“You look like you’re enjoying yourself, Michelle. I notice you’re crossing some exciting boundaries.”
“Mm mm, yes. I’m trying different things.”
“Good for you, Michelle. Do what you want and don’t feel guilty about it.”
“I must admit, I’m really enjoying your party, so much to see, and so many things to try.”
“I’m pleased to hear that, maybe I’ll come by later and try a few things with you myself.”
The air was thick, and the aerosol she had sprayed was sweet and very heady. Elaine hadn’t returned, but I could see there was quite a queue in the kitchen for drinks, but I tried to relax as I waited.
It was hot, there were so many people in the room, most of them in various stages of undress, so I stood up and went to the bay window raising the lower sash. Kneeling on the padded window seat and leaning on the windowsill, I put my upper body outside and breathed in the cooler air, my brain still a little affected by the alcohol I’d drunk. I knew my skirt was short and from behind, I was presenting an unexposed view of my bottom and panties. Suddenly, I felt somebody behind me, and before I could pull my head and shoulders backward inside and straighten up, the sash was pulled back down and it trapped me against the ledge of the window.
I was helpless as I felt fingers pulling my panties down to my mid-thighs. Hands cupped the cheeks of my bottom, thumbs drawing my buttocks apart. My labia opened, and tingled when his hot glans probed my vaginal lips, as they opened like a sweet soft rose, and then he penetrated me from behind. Whoever it was owned a good-sized penis, thick enough to stretch me, but not so wide that it was painful.
His hands gripped my hips as his knees forced my calves apart. It seemed to take an eternity for him to get all of his penis inside me. I couldn’t cry out and anyway, the noise from the party was loud enough to drown out any sound I might have made. It felt like being filled with something that created an immense sense of pleasure, tingling, and a general wellbeing. It didn’t matter about eryaman escort the shape or size, but the sensation of a penis entering unannounced coupled with the presence of someone I didn’t know behind me was incredibly thrilling.
He thrust into me, starting slowly at first, then with increasing tempo. I noticed a tingling sensitivity throughout my body, which was overwhelming. I felt dizzy, and my vision became blurred. Overall, I felt an intense sensation from the underside of his penis brushing my erect clitoris.
It just felt as though everything was right and how it should have been. It was like a good stretch. My muscles were tense, and I sensed myself open up as I relaxed, enjoying the fullness. It’s hard to describe, but wholeness was the dominant sensation. It just seemed like a warm widening, but not uncomfortable or with any real awareness of pain.
As an experience, it seemed snug. There had been a bit of a squeeze to push into me, but I had just the perfect amount of wetness from the mature stranger’s fingers and Elaine’s tongue without being sloppy. It all felt right, as though it was almost tailor made for me to get the best fit. Shocking in a good way, like a little bolt of electricity in my pelvis as he first completely entered my vagina.
I opened more and became used to him as he thrust, and I began to enjoy myself. As far as I’m concerned nothing compares to a man’s penis moving vigorously inside me. My vagina had the full sense of the warmth of his cock. It was so wonderful the deeper it went. What I loved about his hard, deep thrusting was the sensation as my stomach tensed and started growing towards an orgasm. My vagina was being stretched by the thick shaft, and he collided into my clitoris almost perfectly. The pleasure was so intense as it brought me up.
He tried to reach under the window frame to fondle my breasts, but the gap was too narrow. It would have been a waste of his time anyway, as I have little there. I’m a small 32A, almost negligible, but I have protuberant nipples, so he might have enjoyed twiddling them I suppose. That was the only sight I had of him, his hands, they were large and capable, and I thought belonged to an older man, not a student, his skin was pale and white with no blemishes I could see before he pulled them back and put them around my upper thighs.
Panting as he pierced me time and time again, I made a lot of noise, squealing in delight as I felt the power of him slamming into my buttocks. His public hair was rough against my tender skin, his scrotum slapping against my inner groin, and his gut rubbing against my bottom. The thick base of his cock spread me wide on his inward stroke, feeling as though my labia were getting split apart with each probe. I could feel rather than hear the thudding of his pubic bone against my vulva, and luxuriated with the warm sensation from the dribbling of my female essence as it foamed and ran down my belly and inside my thighs.
He was skilled and accomplished, holding himself on the threshold of climax, and then continuing his incessant pounding, my heart was racing as I experienced new levels of sensation, my whole focus centred on that widening and closing of my body in the small space between my legs, I could feel a flutter in my lower stomach as the tip of his penis pressed against the vault of my vagina, as though it was trying to burst out of my tummy.
I was still learning how to reach orgasm, but I felt a physical sense of gratification. My brain released endorphins, and I reached a natural level of satisfaction, triggering a psychological state of genuine pleasure.
This was a simple no-strings-attached sex with someone I didn’t know, didn’t care to find out who he was, and would never see again. It was a such turn-on, just being the completely helpless subject of a prolonged sexual experience.
It was almost a breath of fresh air to be taken, and properly had, by a man who had plenty of confidence to make the most of the opportunity I had presented. I’m fortunate that I don’t have any inhibitions about risky behaviour. I realised I was in a situation in which I could just enjoy anything and everything that happened to me. It made me carefree, if a little reckless. I didn’t worry about how my body looked trapped under the window sash, but I appreciated my genitalia was neat and nice to look at, and the window frame held me there to be taken. Because of that, I didn’t have time for any self-consciousness. After all, I instinctively knew we would never speak to each other, and my only expectation was pleasure. One of several reasons, even at that early stage of my sexual awakening, I began to find stranger sex so exciting and very satisfying.
As I kneeled there, my upper half outside the window, looking out into the garden, I noticed a girl I knew from around the halls of residence. We’d never spoken or spent any time together. She came out of the back door with a young man in tow. Stopping to lift her skirt and take her panties off, she looked up and spotted me, with my head bobbing up and down, gasping and squeaking in rhythm to the thrusts from the stranger. The window was rattling loudly as I pushed my shoulders up, trying to move the sash, but succeeding only in tightening my muscles in my lower abdomen, giving him even greater pleasure. I was frightened that the glass might break, but even if it did, it would be worth it for a fucking like that.
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