MY EARLY DAYS

MY EARLY DAYSAs long as I can recall, even before my knowledge of sexuality even existed, I have been a deeply sexualized person. I had a multitude of crushes in my early years, mostly older women such as teachers, women in uniforms excited me in unexplainable ways that caused a wonderful tingling sensation between my legs. When I discovered masturbation it suddenly opened a whole new world of imagination as these women became characters in my fantasies that I could manipulate like a puppeteer guided a marionette, but my knowledge was still poor and all I could see use doing was being in bed kissing passionately, naked, touching one another.Growing up in a very conservative middle class home these feelings were never going to be seen as normal. I was to get married and lead a very middle class like my parents, but I think they knew I was different but never brought it to my attention and probably hoped that it was a phase I was going to outgrown. The walls of my bedroom were covered by pop singers and actresses who were frequent stars in my fantasies. Even without seeing pornographic movies or having any physical contact with another female yet I merely looked at myself in the mirror and imagined what I’d like to do to another girl and what I like her to do to me. I imagined soft lips grazing pussy which was just becoming overgrown with hair. I’d laid in bed and run my fingers through the gradually thickening hair and thought it was the object of my desire. When I discovered my clitoris it was like discovering a magic button and rubbed it rigourously until I nearly hurled myself off the bed on a number of occasions. But masturbation was a poor replacement for human contact. I had had made out with a couple girlfriends but it never türkçe bahis went much further than kissing and fondling one anther’s breasts. Being quite flat-chested I envied large breasted girls and stole glances at them after gymn class in the locker room while we showered. A classmate named Angel was a beautiful black girl with enormous breasts and big dark nipples that were even more appealing when lathered with soap and shimmered with water. I was hard not to gape at them. If caught I would have surely been beaten by any number of girls in my class. But I desperately wanted to fondle and kiss those magnificent breasts and hear Angel moan. She also had thick black pubic hair I longed to run my fingers through. I had to keep all these feelings to myself. I dare not share them with anyone nor committ them to the pages of diary for of snoopy brothers discovering these secret desires.My earliest relationship was an older neighbor who seemed to have a supernatural insight into my thoughts. It made me blush at first to openly reveal these thoughts but I grew to trust Lisa and we began taking long walks into the woods until we reached a secluded spot where no one would see us. She slipped a hand under my shirt and began to fondle my breasts. I trembled and breathed heavily at first. I just sat there and allowed her to remove my clothes one piece at a time until I was naked except for my panties. I feel exposed in more than a physical way but despite my initial fear I sat there. She slipped off my panties and started to lick my pussy and I feel myself suddenly relax. I allowed my legs to open wider as I felt her tongue probe me a little deeper. She looked up at me and asked if I was a virgin. Momentarily robbed of a voice youwin I could only nod my head yes and she resumed her lovely task. I was leaning partially against a tree which was a bit rough against my bare skin bu it was a minor inconvenience.I had overcome my crippling shyness and began to undress Lisa. Her breasts were not a large as Angel’s but they were larger than my own. I unhooked her bra and they just spilled right into my hands. The nipples were pale pink and hard as tiny pebbles. I pinched them gently between my thumb and forefingers and caused her to exhale a little sigh. We shifted positions and I continued to undress her, slipping down her panties and looked at that lovely triangulation of hair between her legs. When she lifted her hips slightly I could now see her pussy. It was the first female vagina I’d seen other than my own. It was beautiful, a pale coral pink. Lisa placed her hands on my head and gently eased me down and I licked her with wild long strokes of my tongue. It was an awkward first attempt but it evoked deep sighs and sudden hitches of her hips. I suckled on her swollen clitoris and made her cry out. Lisa was not a virgin and I put my fingers up her tight pussy, the muscles clenching my fingers. We lay together totally nude at the base of that shadey tree for a long while, arms wrapped around one another, our bodies still quite damp with perspiration. We eventually redressed and began our walk homeward, hand in hand, speechless. Lisa admitted earlier that she had had a few romances but they were shortlived. They were usually older women who she worked with. Lisa was a couple years older than me which would be a continual source of agitation for my parents who saw Lisa as a “bad youwin giriş influence” but nothing could be further from the truth. It would eventually end when she moved to California. Despite exchanging letters and phone calls this gradually tapered off and finally ceased. I was deeply saddened by the end of our relationship but it gave me the strength and courage to pursue other relationships without the shame I previously felt. When I began to work I had more access to women who were likeminded and had a number of brief affairs. I officially lost my virginity to a lesbian cook named Maya. She reminded me of my old classmate Angel. She was black and very large breasted. I was a new waitress at this restaurant and it did not take long before she picked up my vibes. She had a distinct masculine quality that aroused me. We fucked for the first time late one night after everyone else had gone home and the restautant was ours. I greedily licked her shaved cunt, the lips were thick and meat and her clit jutted out like a tiny penis, shimmering and pink and contrasted against her soft dark skin. I did not inform her about my virginal condition because she might have some misgivings about continuing our task and her thick fingers worked their way up into my cunt but I could not hide the secret for long. She said nothing and looked at me with a sweet tenderness and gently fingered me to an orgasm. Since she had a girlfriend the relationship was never to grow any deeper than these occassional encounters.But about this time I would discover an affection for men and soon acknowledged myself to be bisexual. When I began dating a few boys my parents gave a sigh of relief, but they never knew I ‘d sneak them into my bedroom and we’d fuck countless times before he slipped off into the night.As appalling as I found oral sex with a man in my younger days I became quite skilled at and often got away from getting screwed by a guy I wasn’t really attracted to by just sucking him off.