It would not be in anyway presumptious to conclude, dear reader, that your intentions on reading my humble autobiography are solely motivated by an urge to hear explicit details of every act of sordidness, of lewdness, of kinkiness I have indulged in. Hence I shall not spend too much time on my childhood, which was fun but not necessarily exciting compared to the rest of my life.

I was a bit of a tom-boy, a mischievous little blonde girl more likely be charging about getting muddy than sitting indoors playing with Barbie dolls. I preferred to be called Kath rather than Kathleen, that latter seeming 'too girl' for my liking.

My older sister Claire was a great play-mate, but she was of a more introverted nature, and she seemed to go all mature and boring when she was about eleven. By then, however, I was aged eight and my little brother John was six. We were old enough to play outside, far away from the constant supervision of our parents and I'd always be leading my sweet little brother on foolish adventures, more than once getting us into trouble.

On one occasion, playing in the field behind our back-garden, I talked John into showing me his privates, and although I did not then know how much pleasure I would later obtain from the interesting appendages boys carried in their pants, I nonetheless found myself transfixed at the sight of my brother's small cock. Once he'd pulled up his pants, John asked to see my 'thingie', and being a dutiful big sister who believed in sharing, I was only too happy to oblige. I was soon standing with my lemon-yellow knickers round my ankles, my little hands gripping the hem of my skirt and holding it fully aloft, and John was kneeling and peering up at the hairless slit between my legs. He was about to ask a question relating to the interesting sight before his awe-filled eyes, but before he could utter a word, our mother caught us and took us in for a bit of a telling off

"Kids your age shouldn't play games that involve taking your pants off," she told me, wagging a finger in my pouting face, I, being the elder, having been correctly judged guilty of being the instigator of the mischief.

"Kath's just curious, it's no big deal," my dad told my mother, his wise eyes peering over the newspaper he was reading. Yay for dads! They're always coming to their little girl's defence when big bad mummy is telling them off for some minor naughtiness or other.

When I was nine I wanted to be an astronaut when I grew up. At ten I'd decided I wanted to be an actress. When I was eleven I figured that being a stunt-woman would be far more fun.

At the ago of twelve I started playing with myself - or rather, in a more determined fashion that I'd been doing so for the last year - and my nimble little fingers were frequently busy under the covers as I lay in bed in the dark. I'd rub my clit and the lips of my hairless young vagina, often easing the tip of a spare finger into my tight anus. I soon had my first onanistically induced climax and almost fell out of bed, biting my lip to keep in my passionate moan of pleasure, surprised at such an overwhelming tide of physical joy sweeping through my pubescent body. I lay shaking, grinning in the darkness. From then on I was masturbating at nearly every opportunity, sometimes at school, sneaking into the toilets to frig my cunt, even getting a kick out of hearing the chatter of my classmates as they stood at the sinks, unaware of me frigging like a wanton little slut in one of the cubicles.

It didn't take much imagination for me to imagine how superb it'd be to be sexually stimulated by someone else, to discover all the delights offered by a nice hard boy-cock.

By then, I knew what I wanted to be when I grew up. Fucked. Morning, noon and night.

As it turned out, my first sexual experience was with my sister, Claire, around Christmas 1980. I was just passed my thirteenth birthday, Claire was sixteen. Our parents had gone out for the day, taking with them our little brother John (who was then eleven) leaving me and my sister alone in the house.

It was a very sweet experience. Claire had been putting on some make-up she'd got for Christmas in her room and I'd come in and started chatting to her. My tits had barely started growing then but Claire's were already like a pair of big melons! I was envious and, being as extrovert and unashamed about such things in those days as I am now, as an adult, I began commenting on this, expressing my despair at not having a couple of nice big boobs to attract the boys. Claire, dear big sister that she was, comforted me, and only hesitated a little when I asked to see her tits. She removed her top and I was overwhelmed with how beautiful her breasts were, so big and firm and plump. I asked if I could touch them, and Claire consented, and before long I was sucking on her juicy nipples. Soon we moved to the bed, undressed completely, and spent a good while exploring each other's bodies. We were both virgins then, had never done anything like this with either a girl or boy, and our teenage curiosity combined with sisterly love to produce a thoroughly delightful session of amateurish but esquisite girl-on-girl sex. We licked, fondled, sucked and fingered one another, not once considering what we were doing was wrong. We didn't even think of it as being 'lesbians', we were just having fun.

Naturally, we were all dressed and looking the picture of wide-eyed innocence when our parents got home. From then on, Claire and me often sneaked into each other's rooms, exploring one another, engaging in what amounted to extended adventures in mutual masturbation. After a few months, we did it less and less. Claire got herself a boyfriend, then left school to get a job. By 1982, aged eighteen, Claire was living with her boyfriend, a guy a couple of years older than her called Terry.

By then I was fifteen, fully grown at all of five-foot-two, slim with small but nicely shaped titties and an arse which I was very proud of! I had a delicate face, a cute little nose, a mouth that was nearly always grinning at something or other, and short blonde hair. I was most proud of my arse though, it was perfectly shaped. Slim but nicely rounded, firm but with a nice bounce. I frequently wore tight skirts and jeans to catch the eyes of the boys.

If I didn't have the huge eye-catching tits that Claire did, then I'd show off my best feature...my cute bum!

I soon discovered boys, and they discovered me.

Losing my virginity was a pleasant occassion, but not necessarily original or overly exciting, as is all too often the case, although I consider myself fortunate that the rest of my sex-life beyond that occasion.

It took place just after I turned sixteen. I was at a party with lots of other teenagers, one of whom had organized this get-together after her parents had foolishly gone away for the night and told their offspring she could have "a few friends over, perhaps four or five." That evening there were about thirty of us, milling around, drinking cider, smoking stuff (not always just tobacco) and listening to music - Duran Duran, the height of fashion in them days! I wasn't drunk, just a tiny bit tipsy, and I got chatting to a boy named Jimmy who was in my class. I'd been missing my little frolics with Claire and feeling horny, so within a few minutes of chatting to Jimmy I could tell he was basically as full of teen horniness as me. He was the same age as me, a nice looking boy with blonde streaks in his semi-long hair. He had spots - but then, so did I! - but really nice eyes. Most of all, Jimmy had a cock somewhere in his tight jeans, and that's what I was interested in. My virginity was something to be cast aside at the earliest opportunity, in my view. I brazenly asked Jimmy if he was a virgin and he nervously replied that he was. Then he asked me the same question.

"Only for another fifteen-minutes," I declared, and I took Jimmy by the hand and we scampered up the stairs, passed all the other kids milling around on the steps. Clearly no-one else was as successful in 'scoring' yet as me and Jimmy for all the bedrooms were empty, save for one where a girl was sitting on a bed sobbing her eyes out whilst another girl consoled her, rubbing her crying friend's back and saying "He's not worth it, you're to good for him, forget about him, all men are bastards, etc etc" (there's never been a party in history where that scene wasn't enacted!).

I led Jimmy into the master-bedroom and I lodged a chair in front of the closed door so no-one would barge in on us. Clothes were hurridly removed and we hopped onto the bed, giggling and taking a delight in our naughtiness. We kissed and hugged, I explored Jimmy's body and marvelled at his cock. It was just an average sized one, but it was the first I'd ever handled and I felt such a surge of power when, thanks to my digital manipulations, I caused it to grow as stiff as an iron bar. Jimmy took his turn and played with my small but pert teen tits, sucked upon them for a moment then knelt between my parted legs. He played with my cunt, putting a finger up there and wiggling it around. I'd be lying if I said it was particuarly pleasurable, but that didn't bother me, I was happy to let him explore me. He made a good effort of eating my cunt out though, but he was too excited to lap at my snatch for more than a couple of minutes. Jimmy mounted me, slid his cock into my cunt, spirited away my cherry at the same as he lost his and, rather unromantically, we giggled. Most girls may have been looking forwards to some sort of romantic experience when losing their virginity, but I was a practical girl, always have been, and always figured that sex was simply 'fun' and could be enjoyed just as much - or even more than - if it was unhindered by romantic issues and emotional baggage.

Jimmy humped away, both of us kissing each other, our bodies pressed together and grinding away (we didn't use any protection, but I was on the pill anyway, I'd started taking it recently and did so throughout my life). I climaxed under Jimmy's lustful thrustings and after a few minutes he did too, shooting his load into my tight snatch. We got our breath back and parted. Jimmy lit a cigarette and we shared it, both accepting the unspoken agreement that we'd not make a big deal of this, that we'd pretty much just done each other a favour.

"Wanna do it again?" I asked Jimmy once the cigarette was finished.

"Um...yeah," Jimmy said, "If I can." His prick was laying across his firm belly, semi-hard. I moved down the bed and took it in my mouth and sucked it, bobbing my head and slurping away in the hope of bringing it back to life. It worked and within a moment Jimmy's cock was wonderfully stiff and firm.

"I'll go on top this time," I'd chirped as I mounted him, impaling my cunt on his erection. I rode him, enjoying this feeling of being in control. Jimmy liked it too, being able to lie back and let me do the work! He reached up to play with my tits, telling me how nice they were, which boosted my confidence as I'd still thought that having fairly small tits was some sort of disadvantage. Jimmy loved them though, even sitting up to suck upon them in turn whilst I rode his cock.

We lasted longer this time, almost fifteen-minutes, and I'd climaxed again before Jimmy shot his spunk up into my womb. We parted, had another cigarette and a rest before we got dressed. Then we went downstairs and hung around together for a while as we had a few drinks.

I saw Jimmy in school the next day. We spoke at breaktime and were both happy that we were quite comfortable with each other, that we both had no desire to cling onto the other. We were good mates, and remained so. We did actually have sex again at another party a few months later, again just a nice no-strings-attached fuck in the bedroom whilst everyone else was busy partying outside. I fucked another couple of boys at school too, just quick fucks at parties, nothing major. I would have slept with more but I wasn't keen on getting a reputation as a slut.

My first romantic encounter was year later, studying for 'A' Levels so I could get into university. He was a boy in my class, an athletic looking guy who was on the football team. He asked me out, I accepted, and I managed to resist the temptation to dive on him on our first date and fuck his brains out!

My willpower was not so good on the second date though. I asked him to pull over in a layby as we drove home. He thought I needed to nip out to answer a call of nature, but instead I just got into the back of the car and, without a word, began undressing. He watched me for a moment, hardly believing his luck, then joined me. It was a bit cramped so we opened one of the doors for a bit of leg-room, then we had a good rolicking fuck. I'd not bothered asking if he wanted sex, I was aware that most boys would rarely say no to a fuck. They didn't bother whining "Oooh, I'm not ready," or "Will you respect me afterwards?" like girls usually did. I'd been a bit of a tom-boy when I was a kid and I think I carried forth some elements of a boyish attitude in respects to sex - I'd just do it with almost anyone without giving too much though to emotional entanglements. I did grow to love this guy though, but I just didn't see the point in waiting for weeks or months to get down to sex, which is the whole point of boys and girls getting together!

I dated the guy for almost a year. Sometimes his parents were out and we'd fuck in their bed, sometimes he'd fuck me in my bed when parents were out. Then we drifted apart and broke up. No big deal.

A couple more short-term boyfriends followed. I remember one amusing incident when my mum and dad were out and I was fucking a boy in my bed. He was on top of me, shafting the fuck out of my cunt and I was yelping with delight with my legs wrapped round his waist. Suddenly he stopped and said "What's that?" I listened and heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

"Off, off, off," I gasped to my boyfriend, and he slid out of my cunt. "It must be my brother, he must be home from his friend's house early. Under the bed!"

"Aren't you allowed boys in house?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied, "but although the subject has never arisen, my parents probably would draw the line at me having boys in my snatch! Come on, under that bed."

The guy slid under my bed, quietly sniggering at this amusing incident. "Clothes," I whispered to him. His arm darted out from under the bed, snatched the pile of his clothes than were in a pile on the bedroom floor, and he pulled them under the bed with him. The duvet reached down to the floor so I was confident he'd be hidden.

I pulled the covers up to neck and lay back, listening out to see if my brother, John, would go straight to his room or come into mine. As he often did, he came into my room, not bothering to knock at all.

"Hi Kath, whatchya up to?" John asked as he stood in the doorway. He was sixteen, a good looking boy with spikey black hair and gorgous eyes. I had long since passed the dreaded age of teenage spots but I still felt a little jealous that John had avoided all of that, his complexion perfect and smooth. I couldn't help but think that he'd have a lot of girlfriends in his life, he really was a handsome youth, although he'd have to stop acting like an immature brat first.

"In bed," I replied, testily, "What do you want? I thought you were at your friend's house."

"I got bored, nothin' to do round there," shrugged John, "What are you in bed? It's only three o'clock."

"I felt...ill."

"Yeah, you do look a little hot and flustered." He looked down and spotted my clothes on the floor. "Are you naked under there?"

"Er...yes. Why? What is it to you ya little munchkin."

"Don't call me a little munchkin," John grumbled. I always used to call him that when he was a kid. I guess it didn't suit him now, given that he was almost six-foot and broad-shouldered, and I was a petite little five-foot-two. "I didn't know you slept naked," he continued, evidently curious at the fact that I had no clothes on under here.

"So what? What are you getting at? Piss off John."

"I refuse to piss off," he insisted, his refusal for no other reason than the fact that I'd asked him too! He was usually an okay kid, for a little brother anyway, but often a pain in the arse and rather immature for his age.

I figured my boyfriend couldn't remain under my bed forever so I asked John "What can I do to make you go away and leave me in peace? Short of throwing something heavy at you, such as an alarm-clock."

"Nothing at all," John said, "I've got nothing to do and as you were so rude to me I think I'll just stand here all day."

"John, I'm not in the mood for games."

"Then just lie back and sleep off your illness. I'll keep a watch on you to make sure nothing bad happens."

"Like what?"

"Like an alien bursting out your chest. You really do look a bit sweaty Kath, just like that guy did in that film before that alien ripped out of his chest."

I sighed and decided there was nothing for it...I'd have to use reverse-psychology.

"Tell you what John," I began, "if you want to stay in my room you can get into bed with me. Keep me company."

"Huh?"

"Come on. Get in here kid, your big sister needs a hug to get her though this stressful time of illness, made worse by her annoying brother. Of course, you'll have to naked too, just like me."

And with that I sat up, the duvet slipping down to my stomach and revealing my tits, to which John's eyes naturally were drawn too. I squeezed my firm little boobs at him. "Get in bed with me and you can play with these if you want, as long as you let me play with your willy."

"You're weird," John stammered, not having expected this. "You're weird," he repeated.

"Weird and naked!" I reminded him with a wink.

After another quick look at my boobs John beat a retreat.

"I'm telling mum," he whined as he left the room and stomped off down the hall, "I'm telling mum you showed your tits to me."

"And I'll tell her you looked at them and got a hard-on!" I called out.

"I do not have a hard-on!" my brother lied.

"Is he gone?" asked my boyfriend from under the bed, "How am I gonna get out the house?"

"I'll get rid of him," I whispered, giggling at the absurdity of this situation!

I leapt out of bed and put on a dressing gown, tying the belt securely before I went out the room, grabbing a £5 note as I did so. I found John in his bedroom and I asked him to go down the shop.

"Get me some headache pills will you John," I said, offering him the money, "Please?"

"Okay," he grumbled, still a little peeved at my earlier light-hearted taunting of him. I reached out and ruffled his hair.

"Sorry I took the mickey out of you."

"S'okay."

"Get a magazine out of the change or something."

"Okay," John said, brightening up a bit. He walked past me and headed downstairs. "You've got nice boobs sis!" he called before he left the house.

I grinned then went back to my bedroom, my naked boyfriend getting out from under the bed.

"That was a weird experience," he was commenting.

"It was fun though," I laughed, "Come on, he'll be gone for about twenty-minutes, we'll finish off what we started then you'd better head home."

I lay back on the bed and was swiftly mounted and penetrated. My boyfriend's cock pounded my cunt, making my cry out with an almighty climax. Eventually he unloaded his balls into my clasping pussy, then we both got dressed. I kissed him goodbye and he sneaked out the backdoor. I went back to my room and soon enough John returned with my headache pills. He was, in contrast to his earlier behaviour, a perfect, helpful little brother. He even bought me up a cup of tea later as I lay in bed, feigning illness to keep up my earlier explanation for being in bed in the afternoon.

"There we are Kath," John said, putting the cup of tea on the bedside cabinet.

"Thanks John," I smiled. I was nude once more and, though I was fully covered by the duvet, John could tell. He asked me if there was anything else I wanted and I sense he just wanted to see if I'd show him my tits again. I wasn't going to be quite so brazen as earlier so I asked John to pass me a book from one of the shelves. When he did so and held it out to me, I sat up reached out to take it and deliberately let the duvet slip down passed my tits. "Oops," I grinned, "Nevermind, you've already seen them eh?"

"Mmmm," John had nodded, gazing at them. I then pulled the duvet up, covering my modesty once more, and John left my room.

I spent a moment considering asking him to come back in. Despite having been so thoroughly fucked earlier I still felt horny and couldn't help but think that John was evidently horny as well. It would make perfect sense to invite him into my bed - seriously this time - and to have a nice afternoon of brother/sister sex, satisfying our libidos with one another. Naturaly I knew it was incest, but then I recalled the times with my sister Claire, five-years ago now, when we'd masturbated and kissed and licked each other. It suddenly occured to me that, despite being under the guise of just teenage curiosity or whatever, that was pretty much incest. What would it matter if I did it with my brother? I was seriously considering it when my parents suddenly arrived home, putting an end to any lustful plans I had for John.

I considered fucking my brother again on a few other occasions, especially when I broke up with my boyfriend, but no opportunity arose.

A few months later, after the above incident, I successfully passed my exams and acquired a place at a university far away from home and from the prying eyes of nosey parents and pestering brothers.

Soon I was saying goodbye to my family on a train platform, holding two suitcases full of my stuff.

"Be good," I told John as I gave my brother a kiss on the cheek.

"You too," he grinned at me, indicating that, like me, he had no intention of being 'good'.

I kissed my parents, then my sister, before boarding the train.

Soon it was pulling away from the station and I was almost shivering with excitement as I headed to my new life at University. I was eighteen, finally flying the nest, and I knew there would be many adventures ahead of me.

At university, I had my own room in the campus dormitories, a neat little room with a bathroom and kitchen down the hallway that I shared with the other six rooms on that floor.

I was studying Business & Economics, but naturally, like most students, I wasn't here to just learn about crappy old academic rubbish. We were all here to have a good fucking time, and the emphasis for me was on 'fucking'.

I made quite a few friends, including a couple of guys I fucked on consecutive nights during the many parties on the Induction Week. Then I spent month of sobriety and celibacy (aside from frigging myself, which I did for almost an hour each night) to get stuck into the course and make sure I wasn't going to get left behind from the start. Having then figured that university was actually a piece of piss, and could be passed with half the effort school-work required, I then got back to generally having a great time.

I acquired a boyfriend, a handsome Pakistani lad the same age as me, after he chatted me up at a party. Our relationship was almost entirely fuelled by sex, each of us finding it a great novelty to have our own private rooms, being able to fuck each other to exhaustion in the afternoons, evenings, mornings - whenever we wanted - without fearing being caught by parents (or little brothers in my case). Sometimes we'd sleep at in one-another's rooms, have sex in the morning, attend a couple of lectures, the back to bed by lunctime for an afternoon of bedroom-antics, then perhaps a party in the evening.

Such lust-fuelled relationships were never meant to be long-lasting, and after a couple of months we drifted apart. I went out with another guy for a few weeks, then another after him, then some one-night-stands, another two-month relationship then finally just a blizzard of one-night-stands and fumbling humps in bedrooms in dark corners cannabis-smoke-fogged student houses during parties. Not very romantic...but great fun!

Once my first year was over I went home for the Summer Vacation. It was nice to be back and catch up with what was going on beyond the hazey world of student-land.

John was then sixteen and rather charmingly had his first girlfriend, a busty, talkative girl who was nineteen, the same age as me! He was a bit of a toy-boy. My older sister Claire had married her long-term boyfriend, Terry, and she was currently pregnant. They lived quite far away so I didn't see them more than a few times over the summer, and John was often busy with his girlfriend, so I spent most of my time doing temporary jobs to build up my beer-money for the next semester. I did meet up with an ex-boyfriend of mine and soon talked him into taking me to a hotel where we had a nice night of ex-sex!

Soon I was heading back to university and I was glad. The sedate life was never for me and though I made sure I at least got some work done, I nonetheless plunged headlong into the hedonistic fun. That Christmas I visited Claire, who'd then given birth to her's and Terry's baby, a boy she named Mike. He was a cute little baby, with fuzzy dark hair and sparkling eyes, and I briefly got a bit broody before suddenly realizing that a baby would require a long-term relationship. I'd be leaving that for a long while! Claire was a very voluptuous young woman, with heavy tits, a nice round bottom and in personality she was quiet, serious-minded and sensible. Then there was me - petite, slender, flat-chested, cute little arse, and not to mention being a bit of a wild-child with an energetic approach to things that rarely took consequences into consideration. It was often hard to imagine that we were sisters!

Our brother John was a bit of a comprimise in terms of personality. He was reasonably sensible (now that he'd matured a bit since he got his girlfriend) and prone to idle contemplation more often than chattering non-stop like me, but he did have a bit of a wild hedonistic streak. Sometimes he phoned me from home when I was at university, complaining that mum and dad had told him off for coming home drunk or some such thing. Once he smuggled his girlfriend (a new one mind, he'd gotten bored with the first one) into his bedroom and fucked her then sneaked her out in the morning. Mum and dad had heard him and our dad made a subtle request that John refrained from bringing his girlfriends home, or if he did, he should "get them not to yelp during sex so much...you're mother is a light sleeper." Poor old John was as embarrassed as anything! I told him to save up money from his part-time job (he was still at school) to take his girlfriends to a hotel to fuck them.

"That's what my boyfriends did with me," I said.

"Cool!" John had commented, and I could tell he was grinning even down the telephone! I wasn't quite sure what he thought was 'cool' though; the simple - but highly unoriginal - idea of using hotels as love-retreats, or the idea that his big sister used to indulge in such sexual hedonism.

Sorting out the practicalities of my brother's love-life and helping to fuss over my nephew Mike aside, I was primarily concentrating on university, and not just the studies of course.

Back at university I was at yet another party when I started talking to a mature student, a guy named Ralph. He was forty-two and had come back to university to do a degree to help make a fresh start in life after a messy divorce. Originally he was from the same town as me so with something in common we were soon huddled in a corner of the student-and-booze-filled house and chatting in loud voices so as to be heard over the pumping music (Iron Maiden - yuch! - the host was an obvious heavy-metal fan, unlike me.)

Eventually Ralph and me got a bit amorous and descended into flirting, and then kissing. Soon I was so damn horny that I could be bothered going upstairs to find a spare room, I just hurridly lead my equally-horny newfound-friend into the garden. Amongst the trees and below the twinkling stars, Ralph and me passionately kissed and ran our hands over one-another. I'd never been with a guy this much older than me, and I'm sure fucking younger girls was an obvious benefit of university life that Ralph had been keen to indulge in. I got on my knees and sucked his cock which protruded erectly from his unzipped flies, slurping lovingly on it. I loved cocks, I loved sucking on them, kissing them, feeling them and then having them rammed up into my insatiable cunt and draining them dry. Soon I was bent over, hands on my knees, my jeans and knickers round my ankles. Ralph worked his cock up into my cunt from behind, holding my waist in his strong hands as began to shaft me. He had to bend his knees a bit to attain the right angle, he was six-foot-two, a full foot taller than me! He fucked me well, I had a good climax before he finally unloaded into my cunt, our moans of pleasure masked by the incessent thumping of music and waffling chatter coming from the house at the other end of the garden.

Ralph and me made ourselves look presentable and returned to the party, arranging to meet up the next day.

The following evening, Ralph and me went to the student bar and had a beer. Just one though. We were feeling incredibly horny again. Before the previous evening's outdoor-fuck, I hadn't had sex for a couple of weeks, something of a record, and Ralph nervously admitted that he hadn't fucked a single girl at university since he'd started eight-months ago! Soon we were back at my room in the campus dorms, the door locked and our clothes rapidly flung aside.

I fell to sucking Ralph's cock, running my tongue all over it, growing more and more horny as I did so.

"I want to fuck you Kath," Ralph was soon declaring, "I want to fuck up the arse!"

"Up the arse?" I frowned, having occasionally contemplated indulging in this taboo act but never getting round to doing so. I told Ralph that I'd never taken a cock in the shitter and was worried it might hurt.

"Don't worry," he reassured me, kissing me loving on the mouth whilst reaching round and slipping a finger into my tight anus, "I'll be gentle. I'm a master arse-fucker. My ex-wife loved it, would rarely take my prick anywhere except in the bum, and it's only through a lack of an adventurous nature or prudish misgivings that prevent most ladies from indulging in this."

These words had the desired effect. I considered myself very adventurous, and certainly not prudish,and I intended to prove such a self-assessment. I got on my hands and knees on the bed and demanded Ralph bust my anal cherry immediately. Very aroused and excited, my older lover greased up his cock and slowly worked it into my rear. There was some discomfort at first, but rapidly it turned to pleasure, and from there to utter ecstasy.

"Holy shit, holy shit," I was gasping once Ralph's eight-inch erection was buried to the hilt in my bowels, "Oh my God that is fucking good!!"

"I told you you'd like it," Ralph grinned as he began working his prick back and forth in my freshly deflowered anus.

I was unable to articulate my pleasure in this act. It felt a hundred times better than being cunt fucked. The sheer feeling of penetration through having my narrower orifice cock-plugged, the sensation of a long erection darting into the depths of my intestines, coupled with the taboo nature of this indulgence all conspired to send me into wild fits of pleasure. I squirmed, shivered, grunted and panted like a fucking whore as I was vigorously buggered. I climaxed twice before Ralph spurted his hot cum into my guts. He slid out and we collapsed on the bed, exhausted but satisfied. At my insistence he buggered me again before he went home.

I went out with Ralph for a while, enjoying his company as well as his cock. We fucked a great deal, always anally, my entire sex-life beforehand seemingly redundent in the light of the discovery of this new thrill!

It occured to me that I'd never previously done much more than been cunt-fucked and given and received oral-sex. However, I'd been concentrating on these relatively tame, simple pleasures for too long. I vowed to explore other aspects of sex.

I got a chance to discover a couple more perversions with Ralph - roleplay and uniforms. One day, round at his house, Ralph was talking about his family. He and his ex-wife had a daughter named Jenny, who was nineteen, and I naturally commented to Ralph that I was therefore the same age as his daughter.

An enigmatic sparkle of lust twinkled in Ralph's eyes, and I prompted him to tell me what little secret he was evidently hiding. With glorious honesty, Ralph explained his lust for his daughter, how he'd long since fantasized about fucking her. He'd never done anything with her, and couldn't bring himself to do so, for Jenny was a quiet and shy girl who still had never had a boyfriend, and would probably be appalled at the idea of her daddy wanting to fuck her. Ralph nonetheless had his fantasies about her, and he commented that I bore some resemblance to Jenny.

"Then why don't I be Jenny for tonight?" I suggested, "I'll be your daughter, you'll be my daddy."

"What a glorious idea!" Ralph grinned, "My God, yes, that's what we'll do, a little roleplay. I must confess I sometimes fantasized that you were Jenny, but if you adopt her role it'll be fantastic! You don't er...mind do you? I don't want you to think I'm just using you as some sort of masturbatory sex fantasy."

"I don't mind at all," I reassured Ralph, grabbing his crotch and feeling his prick was very stiff in his pants, "Most people fantasize during sex, it's all the more fun to have it out in the open and adopt the role requested of your partner. Besides, it'll be fun for me too. I can't say I've ever had any sexual thoughts about my own dad, but what the fuck, it'll be fun calling you daddy. Don't you think...daddy?"

"You're such a delicious whore Jenny," Ralph told me, running his hand through my hair, seeing me as his daughter through his lust-filled eyes, "I must fuck your arse this instant. By fuck, yes, that's what I'll do, I'll take my beautiful daguhter upstairs and sodomize her with the cock that gave her life!"

"Let's go upstairs daddy," I giggled, and we scampered off to the master bedroom.

We stripped, got on the bed and - whilst referring to me constantly as Jenny - Ralph stuffed his cock in my arse and buggered me hard. I kept calling him 'daddy', demanding he fucked me harder, telling him I was a dirty little slut who couldn't get enough of 'daddy's dick'. Incredibly stimulated by all of this, Ralph soon signalled his excitement for this incestuous roleplay in the form of liberal gushings of sperm in my rectum. After a quick break, during which we smoked a joint, Ralph stuffed his freshly revived prick back up my arse, telling me 'daddy can't resist fucking you another time Jenny' and proceeding to sodomize me as energetically as he'd done so earlier. A second climax in my guts failed to temper Ralph's horniness and he bum-fucked me a third time, and only after that did we finally collapse and fall into a deep and satisfied sleep.

A month later, round at Ralph's house (we didn't bother going out on 'dates' really, we just got together and fucked!) I was amused by my older boyfriend inviting me to wear a nurses uniform. I didn't need to asked why thought, because I knew that his daughter Jenny was training to be a nurse! Mostly we'd been having sex just as ourselves - Ralph and his girlfriend Kath - but occasionally we'd agree to adopt the roles of Ralph and his daughter 'Jenny'. This was one such time. I put on the nurse's uniform, paraded around in front of Ralph whilst he jacked off his hard cock, telling me how sexy I was.

"Perhaps daddy would like to bugger me now," I asked, bending over, my sublime arse snugly tucked in the tight white dress. Ralph came over, very erect and flustered. He hiked up my skirt, whipped down my skimpy knickers and stuffed his thick erection into my rectum. He fucked my arse there and then, me standing and bent over like a slut in my nurses uniform, Ralph standing behind me, pumping his erection in and out of my bowels. Before he came, Ralph withdrew, had me turn round and kneel down, and then he jerked off all over my face. Sperm went everywhere, over my nose and cheeks, in my hair, in my mouth! I licked his cock clean, then we went upstairs and fucked some more.

My relationship with Ralph was a fun one, and despite the age difference I thought that there might be a chance we'd have a future together.

It was not to be however.

Over the Easter Holidays, whilst I was at home with my parents, Ralph met up with his ex-wife for dinner, and it turned out that his ex wanted to give their relationship another chance. Having agreed to this, Ralph phoned me up just before the end of the holidays and whined on about how he wanted to settle back into a comfortable relationship, that he loved his wife still and wanted to give it another try, that he needed more than just sex in a relationship, blah blah blah. He also added that he was quitting university and didn't think we should see each other again.

I told him I understood and left it at that, but I was secretly annoyed. Being dumped wasn't anything new for me, I always just went out and got another boyfriend, but the thing that infuriated me was that Ralph said he was feeling guilty about our relationship, particularly the sexual role-play where I pretended to be his daughter, Jenny. He felt 'dirty' (to use his word) and hoped that I wouldn't think of him badly because of my knowledge that he wanted to fuck his own daughter. Obviously I didn't think of him badly because of that, but I did think badly of him because he was trying to erase the memory of all the fun that we had.

I had no shame, no guilt, no morals when it came to sex, and it bored me that other people did. I left Ralph to get back to his wife and his boring marriage. I simply returned to university and flung myself into a string of short-term relationships which quickly helped me forget about Ralph. Naturally my newfound love of anal-sex compelled me to stuff any cock that came my way into my arse, a delight for a number of boyfriends who'd never indulged in the practice before thanks to most ladies finding it distasteful. One guy wasn't too keen on it, and actually shuddered at the idea of having anal-sex.

"It's unatural," he told me, "and dirty." The silly fool was all horrified about getting a bit of shit on his cock! So I had him cunt-fuck me, which still bought me pleasure, although the next day I dumped the guy and within 24-hours was being buggered by a new - and more open-minded - boyfriend.

That summer vacation, the second year of university over with, I was back home with my parents. Things were a bit tense at first when by brother John - then aged eighteen - had got his girlfriend pregnant! She was called Sophie, also aged eighteen.

John immediately proposed to Sophie, to make an honest woman of her, she accepted, and a wedding was arranged.

It was a nice occasion, and the families of the bride and groom seemed to gotten over the initial shock of their young son and daughter being obliged to get married on account of an unplanned pregnancy. John and Sophie had been dating for a year anyway and were very much in love, and their marriage seemed far more promising than most similar unpanned-pregnancy-inspired unions. I was a bridesmaid at the wedding, and normally being predisposed to wearing jeans and T-shirts, it was nice to be all dressed up in a flowing pink dress, a laurel of white and pink roses in my hair. John looked very handsome in his tuxedo, all smart and mature looking, clearly taking the responsibilities of being a married man and father-to-be very seriously. His bride Sophie looked dazzling as well, a gorgeous dark haired lady with sparkling blue eyes.

At the reception, I was talking to John alone at one point, offering him my congratulations.

"When are you going to get married then sis?" he asked me.

"When some shag-happy boy who forgets to wear a rubber gets me pregnant," I replied.

John laughed at my teasing.

"I'm surprised I got Sophie pregnant," he admitted, sounding a tiny bit tipsy from the few glasses of champagne he'd downed, "We usually prefer...erm.....non-procreative sex."

I smiled. I knew exactly what he meant! He and Sophie liked anal, just like me, and I suddenly had an image of my handsome little brother arse-fucking his pretty new wife. Then, just for a moment, I wondered how it'd feel to have John's cock in my own behind. I pushed such naughty thoughts out of my mischievous head, but I couldn't let my brother's little confession go unremarked, given that I obviously felt a strong bond on account of my own preference for sodomy.

"I like it too," I grinned in a hushed voice, "Non-procreative sex I mean."

John smirked, charmed by his sister casually admitting this.

"One up the bum," he said.

"...no harm done," I added, completing the daft little lewd rhyme.

We both laughed. I noticed that other family members were calling us over, apparantly to sit and listen to all the wedding speeches.

"I gotta make a speech," John said.

"Good luck," I told my brother, and I gave him a kiss on the mouth, just a peck, but one that nonetheless was a tiny bit more intimate, and a second longer, than a normal brother/sister peck.

A month later I decided not to return to university. My grades were okay, but not fantastic. Being a student had been great, but I was sick of being broke and attending lectures I found utterly boring, and now being twenty-years of age I was eager to get out and start earning money. And spending it.

I quit and quickly found a job up in Manchester, in the North of England. It was a secretarial role, but one that paid well for an established company. An ex-boyfriend who was from Manchester had always been singing it's praises constantly, about what a vibrant city it was, just as exciting as London but not as outrageously expensive. I rented out a little apartment in the centre of the city and was soon settled in to my new job, my new home and my role as a hip, sophisticated, shag-happy urbanite.

I discovered Manchester's night-life and plunged headlong into the clubs. A bit of dancing, a bit of drinking, and lots of fucking. Though I wasn't vain, I was certainly confident that I was pretty and men were rarely bothered at the idea of a woman making the first move. Many made the first move on me, usually spurred on by the way - without being slutty about it - I made it clear that if I spent more than a few minutes chatting to a guy then I was willing to go back to his place for a good hard fuck!

For the first two-years in Manchester I enjoyed just one-night-stands, albeit ones that sometimes lasted a whole weekend! Nice, energetic, no-strings-attached sex with the seemingly limitless handsome men in the city. Some people might think of me as a slut, but that didn't bother me at all. I was not a slut, I was a nympho! The definition of a slut, in my opinion, was a woman slept with men at the drop of the hat, not because of the enjoyment of sex but simply in order to achieve other things, usually just the acquisition of a rich boyfriend who'd spend lots of money on her. On the other hand, I was a nympho - I fucked guys at the drop of a hat because it was damn good fun!

Nearly every weekend, I'd be out round the nightclubs, chatting men up, being chatted up, going back to their places or taking them to my place. Some I arranged to see on a number of occasions, not for a relationship, just as 'fuck-buddies'.

In those first couple of years in Manchester I fucked in excess of eighty men. Most were about my age, perhaps a year or two younger, perhaps a year or two older, whilst some were much older, including a forty-six-year-old guy.

With the exception of one or two boring bastards, each and every one of these guys fucked me in the arse, and once I'd made it quickly known - usually before we were even undressed - that I preferred it up the bum, the guys usually didn't even bother giving my cunt a second look. My bowels saw a constant traffic of different cocks of all sizes. All were great, I never failed to climax when undergoing a good arse-fucking, regardless of the size of the prick that was in me. However, although a smaller-than-average cock was still capable of giving me a good thrill, I'd be lying if I said that I didn't prefer nice big dicks! The biggest I'd encountered thus far in my life, was packed by a charming, softly-spoken thirty-year-old man from Russia who was over here on a business trip. I had him naked within moments of us arriving at my apartment that night and I was soon kneeling and sucking on his prick which, fully erect, was ten-and-a-half-inches in length and thicker than my forearm. I told him I wanted it up my arse but he was a little hesitant. In broken English he told me I had a "really super bum" but he didn't want to "split me open".

"Never fear, I can handle it," I told him, charmed by his sweet consideration for my "really super bum".

I greased him up with Vaseline, bent over my bed and encouraged him to impale my arse on his huge cock. He complied, easing his long thick erection into my rectum. It felt quite sore at first, my sphincter stretched taut on this huge anal-invader, but soon my well-hung Russian darling was lodged right up my arse, all ten-plus-inches packed into my shit-chute. I felt nothing but ecstasy! He sodomized me lustfully, encouraged by my whorish demands to "bugger me into next week!" His orgasm was powerful, his sperm spewed far into the depths of my intestines and we both climaxed together.

After this marathon of rapid-fire one-night-stands, I decided to acquire a boyfriend, to get back into the slightly more responsible position of being in a proper relationship.

I started dating a guy called Henry. He was nice, he was my age and energetic, he was good in bed and his cock felt very good in my arse! Perfect! The problem was he was engaged to another woman, and when I found out I dumped him. I hesitated at first because, to be honest, I was okay about sharing a guy. However, though his two-timing didn't bother me as much as it would have bothered other women, I didn't like the way he'd lied to me.

When I found out I phoned him and dumped him, in a nice way though, then treated myself to a male escort that first night as a single-woman again. There were plenty of Escort Services in Manchester, and not all just catering to men either. For a £100 I attained the company of a very handsome and rugged guy, and rather than bothering with the pretense of going out first I just took him to bed and got on all fours.

"Certainly madam," my attentative companion for the evening said when I invited him to fuck my arse. He did so, twice, and made me climax so hard I almost fainted. I tipped him well and, on pay-day the following month, I hired him again for a similar evening. Such antics would have to remain rarities however, I couldn't afford it too often and, besides, there were hundreds of thousands of men out there in the city, meaning there were hundreds of thousands of cocks which were capable of satisfying the ever-present itch in my behind, free of charge.

Sodomy was by far my number one passion. Being fucked in the cunt afforded me pleasure, but it was nothing compared to that gained from being rammed from behind. The anus contains many nerve endings similar to those found in the vagina except in a more concentrated area, and though some women may find that a reason to avoid it because of potential pain, for me it was an arguement in favour of it. With the anus being so hypersensitive, and even ticklish, the most menacingly club-like cocks can feel as dainty as a fluttering feather when they nudge that hole. That contrasts with the sharpness of the sensation of of entry, the feeling of obscene stretching, which is discomforting to some degree but, at least for me, transforms into the most estatic of pleasures, especially when the operation is complete and the cock is buried far inside the rectum. The vagina was designed to accept pricks, but that means they enter easily, and to me it feels too natural and therefore boring. Taking a cock up my anus was more of a challenge, and the intimacy of having part of a man's body wedged far inside my bowels where it was not designed to go drove me wild (although I could contradict myself by argueing to ladies who balk at the idea of being fucked bum-wise that it surely can't be a coincidence that the male organ fits so neatly and wonderfully into the rectum.)

A Freudian could argue that the sublime joy I obtained through being arse-fucked harked back to some infantile pleasure in defacation, the feeling of one's rectum being slowly emptied as a cock began to withdraw, only to stop before complete removal and slamming back in. I didn't really waste too much time pondering such reasons for enjoyment, I just liked it so I did it. And from regarding it as enjoyable despite it involving an orifice most considered taboo and understandably associated with shitting, I went from enjoying it because of this, from getting a kick out of having my most private of holes stretched and stuffed and seeing my shit smeared on a wilting cock after it's just been withdrawn from my behind after spewing it's load.

Furthermore the feeling of utter penetration obtained through taking a cock in the tight, narrower hole meant that even a four-inch cock could feel like it was a foot long when rammed into one's anus, and if for no other reason, it is for this I could recommend buggery to ladies who's partners were only modestly endowed.

Manchester has quite a large gay community, near the city centre. It was a hip and modern place, lots of smart looking apartments surrounded by numberless swanky bars and cafes. I enjoyed hanging around there, often for a quick drink during shopping sprees. It was very friendly, safe and more crime free than other areas, and possessed a sense of community not normally found in the heart of a city.

One Friday evening in the final month of 1990 I was in a bar having an after-work drink on my own when I got chatting to a guy called Simon. He was tall and handsome with immaculately neat hair and a perfect, well-groomed appearance, and like me was in his early-twenties. He was evidently gay and I'm sure I wasn't the first woman to lament the unfairness of this, given that, like most women, I'd have leapt straight into bed with such a handsome and charming fellow. Still, it was nice to talk to him, we both felt at ease in each other's company within moments.

It turned out Simon and me both wanted to see a recently released movie, so the following day we met up at lunchtime to go to the cinema. Afterwards I went back to his apartment. It was not far from mine, a really nice place, all minimalist and spotlessly clean. He had a lot of artistic, black-and-white pictures of naked men on the walls. They were all tastefully done, not pornographic in anyway and usually with the genitals hidden by shadows, but I liked them anyway and wandered around the living room, my high-heels tap-tapping on the white oak floors, sipping my glass of wine and feeling rather horny at the sight of all the images of perfect male specimens.

One picture showed a slim, naked young man laying on his stomach on a bed, head to oneside, pretending to be asleep. He looked familiar.

"Is that you Simon?" I asked my host.

"Yeah," he admitted, blushing, "My ex-boyfriend was a photographer and he took that of me. He was proud of it and put it on my wall. I might take it down, it seems a bit vain to have a shot of me naked on my own living room wall!"

"No no, you should keep it up here," I insisted, "It looks cool. You've got a great bum!"

Simon smirked, quite charmed.

We sat down on the black leather sofa, put some music on and chattered over a few glasses of wine, which naturally lubricated our minds and took away any inhibitions we had as we ended up talking candidly about sex. I was quite happy to relate various adventures I'd had, mentioning not only the number of men I'd had sex with, and the fact that I preferred anal-sex, but also the old anecdote about Ralph wanting me to pretend to be his daughter! Simon was rather amused by all this and didn't in anyway seem shocked.

"Are you attached at the moment Simon?" I asked him, "Any significant other?"

"No, I'm afraid not," he lamented, "I'm all single and lonely."

"Aw," I pouted, reaching out to stroke his arm, then I giggled at how patronizing I must have sounded. He laughed too. "Who's your ideal partner," I then asked.

"Ummm..." he began, thinking for a moment, "Well...I guess if it's for a long-term relationship then really I just want someone like you; charming, sweet natured, funny and pleasant to talk to. The only thing is that they would need to be a man."

"Damn," I tutted, "I'm so close yet so far."

"But for just sex," Simon continued, "just someone who'd turn me on and who I'd want to fuck non-stop for a week...I think..."

"Yes?" I prompted him. I could see him hesitating to tell me this, which naturally made me even more desperate to know. He suddenly reminded me of Ralph just before he'd admitted to me that he lusted after his own daughter. I wanted to know what dark little secret lust Simon had!

"I would like," Simon began, "A young boy. A schoolboy. Say about thirteen. I know it's wrong, that it'd be illegal...but fuck it, for pure fantasy, that's what I'd like. I don't have a preference for younger boys, I like men of my own age, at least for relationships, but as a pure fantasy, my ultimate turn-on, it'd be a boy of that age. It stems from my first sexual experience."

"Tell all," I urged him, "What happened?"

"I was fifteen," Simon began, "and I'd known I was attracted to boys for a while. I'd been fucked by a couple of older boys, but had never actually fucked any in return. One day I was playing with neighbourhood lad round at his house. He was called Kevin and he was thirteen, a very sweet thing. Blonde hair, blues eyes, slender little limbs. We got reading some of his dad's porn magazines - his parents were out at the time - and Kevin suggested we read them naked. It thrilled me no end to see him remove his school-uniform and his Spiderman underpants. I was in love with the sight of his hairless little cock and his cute bottom, and Kevin in turn spent more time looking at my erection than he did the porn magazines. Soon were trying a little exploration of each other, fondling each other's cocks and kissing. Before long I'd talked Kevin into letting me fuck him. I greased up my cock, bent my young friend over and eased into his gorgeous bum. It was heaven! I barely lasted a minute before I ejaculated in him. I've never had a more delicious orgasm. I then flipped him over and sucked his cock and drank what he spurted into my throat. Sadly we didn't indulge in the activity again, and I felt somewhat heartbroken, but I guess I was lucky to have fucked such a sweet young lad just the once. It wasn't so bad then because I was only a couple of years older than him, so it obviously wouldn't have been terrible if we'd have been caught - which we weren't - but often I imagine how superb it would be to fuck a boy of thirteen again. That doesn't sound perverse does it?"

"Of course not!" I grinned. Simon relaxed, glad that I was utterly non-judgemental about his little pederastic fantasy. "There must be some rent-boys of that age around here," I told him.

"Sure," Simon shrugged, "but I don't trust the little bastards. I tried to pick up a young boy a while ago whilst I was a bit drunk, but the fucker grabbed my wallet before we'd reached my apartment and ran off! He knew damn well I couldn't go to the police. Ah well."

A little idea was forming in my head. A rather naughty one, that may help fulfil my ambition to get fucked by my handsome gay friend and satisfy his own lust.

I didn't say anything though. I changed the subject and we talked for a while longer.

"Wanna come round tomorrow?" Simon asked as me showed me out an hour later, "It's been fun chatting. We could go for a meal or something, just hang around."

"Okay, I'll be over at twelve."

The next day, Saturday, I went shopping and bought a schoolboy's uniform.

"If Simon wants a thirteen-year-old boy," I giggled to myself when I got back to my apartment, loaded my purchases "he can have one."

I stripped and put on a bra that held down my tits, which were fairly small anyway. Then I put on a crisp white shirt, a green school-tie, smart black trousers, white socks and finally a pair of shiny black school-shoes. Finally I placed a green school-cap on my head. My blonde hair was fairly short, but it was wavy and definately feminine in style. With the cap on though, all my hair was tucked underneath it. My nails were trimmed, I had no ear-rings and I rarely wore make-up. On the way back from the shops I'd passed some boys in their early teens and noted that most were about my height, five-foot-two, which gave me hope I could pull this amusing disguise off.

Finally, I stepped in front of a full-length mirror and admired my appearance.

"Fuckin' hell," I gasped, grinning with delight at how effective my transformation was. I was standing there, a twenty-three-year-old woman, but staring from the mirror was what appeared to be a thirteen-year-old boy. Admittedly I looked like a rather feminine boy! My cute button nose and soft cheeks hinted at my real gender, and though slim I did possess noticable womanly curves; my bum was certainly rounder than that of a boy's. However, in my school uniform, my petite size, my lack of make-up and ear-rings and such things, and my blonde hair tucked up in the school-cap, I really did look like a young boy from a distance.

I checked the time and decided to get going to Simon's place, although before I left I suddenly remember something and quick went to my sock drawer.

"Hi Simon," I grinned when my friend opened his door.

"Erm..." he began, standing there and looking at me.

"Can I come in?" I asked, excited by the way he didn't recognize me.

"Sorry, you are...?"

"It's me, Kath," I tutted, and with a smile I strolled past him into the apartment.

"Fuckin' hell, I didn't recognize you," he said, closing the door and following me into the living room.

"Don't I look great?" I said, standing there smiling in my school-boy uniform. Simon was charmed, but perplexed.

"You look...great," he said, "Very...boyish. Why are you dressed like that erm...if you don't mind me asking."

"Oh, I thought that as seen as you'd like the, ahem, 'company' of a young boy, you could have it.

Simon laughed. "You really do look like a schoolboy." Then he stammered a bit. "I mean...dressed in that outfit anyway. Obviously you look very womanly and pretty normally but in that gear...you look like a boy."

"Find me sexually attractive then?" I asked, giving him a twirl, sensing his eyes flick to my behind which was hugged by the tight black trousers I wore.

Simon wasn't sure what to say. I glanced at the crotch of the tight white jeans he was wearing and noticed a bulge. "I guess," he smiled, realizing I'd noticed his boner. "Is this why you dressed like that?" he asked, "Because you want to sleep with me?"

"Kind of," I shrugged, "Well, okay, yes. I did. I thought it'd be fun, although I'd understand if you think I'm a weirdo."

"No no, I'm charmed," Simon said, "I mean...honestly think this is the weirdest thing ever, a woman dressing as a man...er, I mean, boy...to get me to sleep with them...but shit, it's great. I guess."

I sighed with relief. On the way over here it had occured to me that maybe I'd been a bit presumptious and maybe even a bit cheeky to think that I could just dress up as the ideal-lust object of my gay friend and expect him to fuck me. But dear, handsome Simon was getting a little flustered as he admired me in my uniform.

"I'll be your boy this afternoon," I told him, walking up to him and reaching out to stroke the erection bulging in his jeans, "Call me...Kevin, just like the boy you fucked as a teenager. Kevin the schoolboy, round here to have my anal-cherry busted open."

"Okay...Kevin," smiled Simon. I knelt and undid his belt, pulling his jeans and boxer-shorts down, revealing a very handsome and very stiff cock, eight-inches in length and nodding heavenwards. I gripped it in my fist and began masturbating the fine member. A true expert in the art of prick-friggery, I felt it stiffen yet further.

"That's good," Simon purred, "You wank dicks well Kevin."

"I ought to know how to," I said, standing up, "I've got my own, see?" I pointed at the slight bulge in my crotch. "Feel it."

Simon reached out and squeezed the bulge in my trousers and smiled. "What's that?"

I giggled and reached down into my pants and pulled out a rolled up pair of socks. I tossed them aside. Simon grinned, then began sighing pleasurably as I resumed concentrating on masturbating his delightfully stiff and proud cock.

"Do you want to fuck my arse?" I asked him, seductively, "Do you want to fuck my tight boy-bum?"

"Yes," Simon breathed, incredibly turned on.

I stepped back and turned round. "Pull down my school-trousers, see if my little boy's arse meets your expectations."

Simon reached round from behind to undoe my belt and flies, then he knelt and pulled my trousers down to my ankles. I could hear him murmer with pleasure as he noticed how thorough I was in my disguise - I was wearing boy's underwear, Y-fronts with Spiderman on them! I had recalled that the Kevin who Simon had fucked as a teenager had been wearing underwear of such a description.

Simon pulled these down too and fell to kissing and stroking my buttocks, declaring I had the "nicest arse I've ever seen on a little boy."

I stepped out of my trousers and underwear and strolled over to the sofa. I knelt on it backwards, gripping the back-rest, my arse thrust out from under the hem of my white school-shirt, my thighs together to hide my cunt from view to keep up the illusion. Simon stripped naked and greased up his cock with KY-Jelly ("I don't want to hurt you Kevin, it can be difficult for a boy as young as you taking a cock in the arse.")

Then he stood behind me, his erection level with my hairless pink arsehole. Then he worked his way into me, expertly invading my anus at just the right angle to plant himself in my rectum swiftly and gently. I was overcome with pleasure, sighing happily at having achieved what I though was impossible the other day - clasping the cock of this gay guy in my arse! It didn't bother me that I had to pretend to be someone else to have achieved this. Just like with Ralph, when I pretended to be his daughter, it didn't bother me one bit at taking on another identity to heighten the pleasure of my fucker. After all, Simon would not have fucked me otherwise! Besides, I was 'me' twenty-four-hours a day. How exciting it was, I thought, to be someone else for a while, especially someone of the opposite sex.

Continually referring to me as "Kevin" and telling me I was "the prettiest little boy" he'd ever fucked, Simon buggered me vigorously, making me endure a sublime climax before he finally unloaded his thick sperm into my guts. Once he'd withdrawn, Simon had me turn round and sit down on the sofa. He took off my shoes and socks, telling me how much he liked "little boy's feet." Then he fell to worshipping my feet, kissing and licking them, his hot tongue tickling me as it flicked over my little squirming toes. He was careful not to look up to see my vagina and thus ruin the illusion that I was a young boy.

For over twenty-minutes he licked and sucked my feet, gaining a fresh erection in the process. I turned back round, bent over and begged for another fucking. Simon sheathed his weapon in my bowels, fucked me for half-an-hour, made me climax twice before adding some more sperm to that which he'd earlier sent flying into my guts. It was a delightful episode, amusing and arousing, and Simon and me both agreed it would be nice to do it again. So, the following weekend, I again dressed up as a young schoolboy and went over to see my friend. On the way I went into a newsagent to by some cigarettes, just to see how effective my disguise was.

"You're too young sonny," the Asian shopkeeper sighed, "And don't say they're for your dad either, I've heard it all before. If you're not sixteen I'm not serving you cigarettes. Why are you in a school uniform anyway kid, it's Saturday?"

"Not to worry," I chirped, leaving the store, proud at how effective my disguise was.

Then I went to Simon's and, role-playing the part of a schoolboy once more, I had him sodomize me three times. He then said that he found the whole thing such fun that he wanted to share me, and tentatively suggested inviting some friends round. He'd mentioned it to his mates, that he had this "really nice young lady" who dressed up as a little boy and "was a real delight to fuck", and these mates had expressed a desire to join in.

"Invite as many as possible," I told Simon, "The more the merrier!"

The next Saturday I was at Simon's place. He was there with three friends, all handsome young guys (although only one was gay, the other two were bisexual) who were charmed and very turned on by my guise of a young boy. I took off my trousers and underpants and strolled around in my shoes, socks, white-shirt and tie and, of course, the school-boy cap. My womanly curves and the obvious presence of my cunt didn't bother my four companions, they were all able to suspend their disbelief and see me as a schoolboy. The fondled, kissed and fingered my anus, at my insistence referring to me as "Kevin."

Then, in the bedroom, I got on my hands and knees, arse thrust out, head forwards, making it clear my mouth was available as well as my arsehole. Within moments the four men were naked. A cock swiftly entered my rectum, another my mouth. It was a true delight! I'd never had more than one cock before and I promised myself to indulge in more threesomes, foursomes and gang-bangs in the future, perhaps ones where I didn't have to dress up as a boy to arouse my fuckers!

The first cock to enter my rectum withdrew, unspent, and found it's way into my mouth. I slurped on it, enjoying the kinkiness of sucking on a prick fresh from my arse. Another dick entered my bowels in the meantime; this also left me without shooting it's load. The four men were clearly intending on prolonging this fun, and would spend a few minutes fucking me but retreating to cool off before having another go shortly. They all referred to me as "Kevin" and would keep up the pretense of my alter-ego by encouraging each other to "fuck that little boy's arse" and telling me "you'll be going to school on Monday with a very sore bum kid!"

I was in heaven, a constant barrage of bum and mouth fuckings assailing me. The two guys who would be waiting their turn to fuck me would often arse-fuck each other, just to keep themselves occupied whilst their comrades spit-roasted me. I could see them out the corner of my eye, and though it didn't necessarily turn me on a great deal to see two men fucking, it was quite interesting!

Ejaculations soon occurred. One prick exploded in my arse, shortly followed by another, then a third, and finally the fourth. The virile young men didn't pause for breath following this, they remained very erect after their orgasms and the second round followed on the heels of the first without a break. I was mouth and arse fucked non-stop. They offered me a chance to take a break if I wanted, but I told them I was okay, that I was content just to remain on all fours and be buggered and face-facefucked for as long as they remained capable of doing so. The men were soon spurting their second loads into my rectum, but they cunningly spaced out their orgasms, so that when the fourth man had shot his load, the first to orgasm was freshly revived. The third round commenced immediately. I was hot and sweaty, my school-shirt with big damp patches under the arm-pits, my four naked fuckers looking so beautifully handsome with their own firm, sculpted bodies covered in a fine sheen of sweat. My anus was taking a real battering, but it only turned me on more at the challenge of enduring such a prolonged and heated marathon of fucking.

Finally, for the third time that evening, the men began unloading in my arse. When the fourth prick had spurted it's frothing juice into my guts, I collapsed, exhausted. Simon's three guests finally looked upon me once more as as a woman, rather than the boy I'd been pretending to be, and thanked me profusely, declaring they'd not had this much fun in ages.

"The pleasure was all mine," I smiled, sprawled on the bed with cum leaking out my ravished bum-hole. Simon showed his guests out then lead me to the bathroom where we had a nice bath. There was nothing sexual about it, just two friends having a nice relaxing soak. Then we went to bed, snuggling up together, both of us tired out.

I went to Simon's quite a few times after that. Often I'd come dressed in my school uniform - or a soccer outfit, which Simon found particularly exciting because the thirteen-year-old boy he'd fucked in his youth had been wearing a school-uniform when'd they had sex at Simon's house after school one day. Simon would bugger me, making me climax endlessly. On several occasions he invited his friends round and repeat the earlier gang-bang.

Of course, aside from all this sodomistical, role-playing fun, Simon and me had a good friendship. We got on well together, went out for meals and drinks, went to the cinema (Simon liked arty-farty foreign-language films, and I though I didn't understand them it did make me feel to intellectual to see them.) I also had one-night stands still, with guys picked up in nightclubs.

I was eager to try a threesome, my only experience of more than one cock at once being during the gang-bangs at Simon's. They were fun, but I wanted group sex whilst being myself, a woman. I soon picked up a couple of guys in a nightclub. They'd been chatting to me, vying for my attention, but I made it clear they could both have me. At my apartment I stripped and lay back on the bed whilst the pair of them sucked, fingered and licked my body all over. Then they undressed, their pricks saluting me, sticking up straight in the air. I had one fuck my cunt, the other fuck my arse, and I had a strong orgasm before my two fuckers filled my womb and rectum with sperm at the same time. I forbid them to retire, and lots of cock-sucking soon had their pricks freshly revived. Then they double-fucked me again, this time with the one who'd previously fucked my cunt fucking my arse, and vice-versa. I once again had the delightful sensation of cocks filling my two holes with cum at the same time.

The following year, my dear friend Simon emigrated to America. We had a final night out together, and he invited me back to his flat. He said wanted to sleep with me, but not with me dressing up as a boy.

"I'm not bisexual," he told me, "I've always preferred guys, always will do, but I love you as a friend Kath, you're great fun and I want to sleep with you. I mean, with 'you', Kath, not with your school-boy alter-ego, 'Kevin'."

I was delighted at his charming speech. I went to bed with him and we had sex. Simon fucked me vaginally, and after he'd spilled his sperm into my womb he admitted it was the first time he'd ever fucked a woman that way. Then he took me up the arse and I soon felt the wonderfully familiar feeling of his sperm flowing through my guts.

The next day I bid him farewell at the airport. He was one of the best friends I'd had, and we both kept our promises to keep in touch.

For a while, especially after meeting Simon, I'd been contemplating the idea of going with a woman, having a lesbian fling. Obviously I'd engaged in such sapphic activities with my sister in our teens, but that was more sexual-exploration and experimentation than actual sex. Or at least, that's how I looked at it (I'd not mentioned it to my now-happily married sister since we'd ceased such activities, so I didn't know what opinion she held on the matter).

So, one evening, after growing tired with yet another two-timing boyfriend and dropping him as quickly as I'd picked him up, I headed on down to a newly opened lesbian bar down near where Simon used to live. It was a a bright and friendly place, with cheap drinks, and many of the women did not look like the stereotypical 'butch' lesbians I'd foolishly expected. Dressed casually, I sat in a corner with a drink and generally looked rather lonely and hoping someone would speak to me. I was normally quite confident, but this was all new to me. Luckily I soon caught the eye of a woman who'd been standing at the bar, occasionally chatting with the barmaid but frequently looking round to scan the room. She smiled at me, I returned it, and she came over and introduced herself.

My newfound friend was called Debbie. She was quite a bit older than me, about thirty-five, but very attractive with long flowing black hair, dark eyes and a gorgeous body wrapped up in the glittering black dress she wore. We gossiped for a while, a bit of small talk before hitting on more personal matters. Debbie was bisexual, and in fact was married with a couple of young sons. She loved her husband very much and said she had a good sex-life with him, but she'd always felt attracted to other women. She didn't think screwing other women counted as cheating so, for the last year, had been indulging in lesbian flings behind her husband's back, satisfying her desire for her own sex and convincing herself she was remaining loyal to her spouse (even though she didn't tell him about it). I simply explained that I was "in between" relationships and felt like trying someone of my own gender. I didn't mention my teenage sexual antics with my sister, but simply let it be known that I'd never got it on with another woman.

Debbie was thrilled, the sophisticated and lustful beauty evidently getting a kick out of having the chance to seduce a young 'first timer' such as myself. After a few drinks we were back at my apartment.

I offered Debbie a glass of wine but the horny slut declined and just embraced me, clamping her lips to mine and snaking her tongue down into my throat. She was, like me, very slender, but at five-foot-nine she was much taller than me and I seemed quite delicate in her arms. I allowed Debbie to lay me on the sofa and undress me.

"What a fine, sexy body," she purred as she peeled away my tight pink top and my jeans. When I was naked she parted my legs and began sucking on my cunt, lapping at the moistening lips before sliding her tongue into me. Although I was an anal-addict, I still got pleasure out of attention to my vagina and soon I was climaxing and grinding my cunt into Debbie's face and I near enough swooned with ecstasy.

Debbie then undressed and sat down in an armchair, her gorgeous body on display. She had nice firm tits, not as big as my sister's were but still large and delicious. Her stomach was flat, her legs long and toned, and her cunt was shaved, utterly bald. I dived in, kneeling before her and eating out her snatch with enthusiasm and delight. I soon had her cumming, her firm thighs clamping my head as she squirmed with orgasmic delight.

Then we went to my bed and were all over each other, running our hands and tongues over one another's bodies. I soon turned my attention to Debbie's superb behind and I licked her shaved arsehole, which delighted her no end. It turned me on a great deal too! I enjoyed having guys licking my arse before they fucked it so it was nice to experience what they'd experienced. I slid two fingers into Debbie's cunt from behind then pushed my tongue far into her rectum and bought her off to a nice climax after ten-minutes. My lover was keen on returning the favour and I climaxed wonderfully with Debbie's tongue squirming far into my rectal passage.

We soon fell asleep in each other's arms.

"You should shave your pubic hair," Debbie told me in the morning as we lay on top of the duvet, our naked bodies illuminated by the sun streaming through the large window, "It'll look much nicer."

"Okay," I grinned. I'd not considered this before and I figure it might be nice to try it. Debbie offered to do it for me and soon I was sitting on the edge of the bath, legs apart, Debbie happily soaping up my crotch with shower-gel as make-shift shaving-cream. Using a pink razor I normally employed for my legs, she expertly shaved my cunt so that, once rinsed off, it was utterly bald and smooth. It felt delightful and at once Debbie ate me out and made me cum. I had a small amount of hair near my arsehole and I wanted that shaved too, and Debbie obliged, rendering my back-door utterly bald too and, likewise, licking that out afterwards. Most of the time from that day onwards, I shaved my cunt, or at least kept any hair down there trimmed. I always kept my arsehole shaved in the future though.

Debbie and me met up quite a few times over the following year. We had fun together. I still had the occasional boyfriend, and Debbie, of course, was happily married to her husband, but we enjoyed getting together at my apartment every week or two for a night of hot passion.

One evening Debbie bought over a strap-on dildo, a big white one with a leather belt. She fixed it to herself and proceeded to cunt and arse-fuck me until I almost fainted with pleasure. Then I put on the strap-on and returned the favour. When I was ramming it into Debbie's shitter I ensured I reached under her to twiddle her clit, which heightened her eventual anal-orgasm.

Eventually we stopped seeing each other, Debbie presumably preferring young women who were new to lesbian sex and perhaps not as turned on by me now that I'd become very skilled and experienced in fucking my own gender. I wasn't bothered by her desertion. I was more interested in finding my own fresh faced virgin girl to seduce and fuck.

I found one eventually, a sweet Goth chick who I spotted standing on her own in a club one night. I went over and got chatting. She was called Teri and was a nineteen-year-old university student. Despite her scary gothic appearance - dyed black hair, purple eye-shadow, all-black clothes and skull ear-rings - Teri was a very sweet little thing, quite timid, and had been sexually attracted to her own sex for years but had never been with another woman. With an appropriately gentle seduction, I took her into my care and soon spirited her to my apartment where, after a glass of wine and a few tentative kisses, I soon had her naked in bed. I went out of my mind with lust at Teri's body, so slim and nubile, her flesh as pale and as delicate looking as china. I kissed her, sucked on her firm little tits, ate out her cunt until the randy minx climaxed twice, then I flipped her over and tongued her arsehole for close to an hour. Suddenly confident, Teri turned on me next and her energetic tongue gave me utter pleasure as it fluttered in and around my vagina and anus.

In the morning I took out a strap-on dildo I'd purchased recently and fixed it to my crotch. It was eight-inches in length, very thick and jet black. It daunted Teri a little but she didn't hesitate for long and was soon begging my to fuck her. I cunt-fucked her, then arse-fucked her, then cunt-fucked her again, my horny girl-lover orgasming at least twice. Naturally, she put the strap-on next and fucked my pussy and shitter with great energy.

Though I'd been looking for a one-night-stand, I found myself quite in love with Teri, and she was greatly attached to me. We went out for a while, and the gay district and the university campus nearby - which was as liberal as any good university - provided plenty of places to go on dates without ever raising an eyebrow. A tiny part of me got a thrill out of sexual exploits and relationships that were beyond the norm - just think of my get-togethers with Simon and his mates, with me dressed as a little boy! - but I also enjoyed the acceptance of such things, of walking down the main road through Manchester's gay district hand-in-hand with Teri and not causing any heads to turn.

We had really great sex too, sucking, frigging and licking each other to exhaustion in my bed, or sometimes in Teri's dorm. Being back in student accomodation made me miss my own student life. We'd sixty-nine in Teri's single-bed, looked over by her posters of Nirvana and Reservoir Dogs.

I was quite open about my relationship with Teri to my parents. They weren't bothered really, I told them I was bisexual and they were open-minded enough not to care. Speaking on the phone to my brother John one evening I told him I couldn't speak long because "my girlfriend Teri is coming round soon."

"Is she hot?" John had asked, lewdly.

"Very hot," I confirmed, "Small and delicate, nice little tits, a superb arse. I'm gonna gobble her up she's so tasty."

"Can you film it and send me a copy of the tape?" my cheeky little brother asked, "Sophie is away for a few days and alone in bed at night I have nothing to occupy myself with. A nice bit of lesbian porn would keep me entertained."

I laughed at my brother's cheekiness. He and his wife Sophie were still happily married and the product of Sophie's unplanned pregnancy was a sweet little daughter named Melanie. She was only two-years younger than Claire's and Terry's son, Mike, and the two cousins made cute play-mates when the familes got together from time to time.

Soon afterwards I was chatted up in a night-club by a young man who I soon took to my apartment for the night where we fucked until dawn. Sadly, Teri somehow found out about it and dumped me. I was a bit upset, not for myself, but for Teri. She was such a sweet girl and genuinely in love with me. I loved her too but I was simply incapable of staying faithful. I had no inhibitions or morals when it came to sex, but that didn't extend to relationships, and I felt awful that I'd betrayed and upset her. I met her a few months later though and we had a drink and made up. She was in a relationship with another girl, a fellow student, so there was no chance of us getting back together, but I was simply glad she'd forgiven me and found happiness elsewhere. I figured that I just wasn't perfectly cut out for monogamy, at least not yet.

That Christmas I stayed with Claire and Terry. It was nice being with my sister and brother-in-law. Terry was a handsome guy, but a bit boring, a workaholic, although he did cast a few stray appreciative glances at my arse when I strolled around the house in tight denim cut-offs. Claire was quite conservative in her dress sense and usually wore long dresses or smart trousers and jumpers, and Terry was clearly a bit turned on by my habit of wearing tight and skimpy clothes. I would have fucked him, naturally, but there was no way I'd break up my sister's relationship for the sake of a fuck.

On Christmas day, my brother John and sister-in-law Sophie came down for the night. I was a nice get-together, a far cry from my rather wild, energetic life-style.

That evening, to give their parents some peace, I offered to give my neice and nephew a bath. Claire's son, Mike, was six-years-old, a charming little boy with dark hair and crystal blue eyes. His dad was nearly always working, either at the office or at home, so Mike was very attached to his mother, always following her around, hanging onto the hem of her skirts and either pestering her for something or, more often, asking if she needed a hand with the housework! He was a really sweet boy and I felt quite broody being around him, especially when he was younger and he'd once called me 'mum' simply because, to him at that age, all women were mum's!

John's daughter, Melanie, was then age four. Like Mikey she had blue eyes and dark hair, hers being very long and reaching down to her little round bum. Upstairs, they both stripped and hopped into the hot soapy water and I rolled up my sleeves and began soaping them down whilst they chatted about all the toys they'd received for Christmas.

"Stand up kid," I told Mike eventually, "I gotta clean you from the waist down."

Mike did so and I began running the soapy spongue over his legs and then over his crotch. I wasn't exactly familiar with six-year-old boy's cocks but his looked quite big for his age, and I secretly grinned at the thought that he'd be pretty well-hung as an adult!

"Why haven't I got one of them?" asked Melanie, the four-year-old pointing at Mike's penis.

"Because you're a girl," I told her.

"Yeah, boys have willies, girls have vaginas," Mike said, proud of this knowledge.

"S'not fair," Melanie pouted, and consoled herself by playing around with a bright yellow rubber-duck.

"Melanie's got no hair down there, between her legs," Mike added, and Melanie looked down at her vagina which was, of course, a hairless slit.

"Of course I don't, you have hair on your head, not on your privates," Melanie insisted.

"No, s'not true," Mike insisted, excitedly, whilst I was then soaping down his arse and the backs of his legs, "You do when your older. I know 'cos mum took me to the swimming pool the other week and she didn't want me going to the men's changing-rooms on my own, so'z she took me to the women's and there were naked women all walking around in there, and they had hair between their legs. I saw my mum naked too when she got changed," Mike continued, "She's got lots of hair down there. And big boobs."

"Boobs," Melanie said, giggling like mad.

"And I saw my mum's bare bottom as well," Mike sniggered.

"Bare bottom!" Melanie repeated, laughing even harder, as did her cousin, both looking at me and half-expecting me to tell them off for using rude words.

"Have you got hair down their Auntie Kath?" asked Melanie, gripping the edge of the bath with her little chubby hands and looking over it at my crotch, forgetting that I was fully dressed. "Have you Auntie Kath? Can I see?"

Mike giggled. "Show us!"

"What's all this laughing about?" asked Claire, appearing in the doorway.

"The differences between boys and girls," I explained to my sister, "Apparantly these kids think rude body-parts are really funny."

"They are," sniggered Melanie.

"Behave for your Auntie Kath," Claire said, grinning, then went back downstairs.

I was feeling strangely excited at the innocent discussion about naked ladies and willies and such things that these two pretty children had been having. I was also strangely excited by the children's nudity, especially Mike. It wasn't overtly sexual, but it wasn't wholly innocent either.

The kids had both become bored with the subject of 'rude body-parts' and were chattering about the James Bond film they'd watched on TV earlier. I scrubbed the naked kids clean, hauled them out of the bath and dried them off with big fluffy towels then got them dressed in their pyjamas.

Three years later, both my siblings divorced, both for the same reason, that they'd married too young.

Fortunately both breaks ups were very amicable. Claire and Terry divorced first, having drifted apart, Terry far too occupied with his work to have paid enough attention to his wife and son. Claire got the house and took care of Mike, and Terry took the car and various financial assets and moved to France where he started a new life.

John and Sophie split next, their marriage having been enjoyable and loving but a bit too early in Sophie's life for her liking. They were only in their mid-twenties but, although John was settled with his job, Sophie wanted to travel a bit, so they parted. John worked from home so kept the house and custody of their daughter Melanie. Sophie meanwhile went off travelling around the world and would eventually settle in Spain. Both she and Terry kept in touch with John and Claire respectively, the divorced partners remaining on good terms, which helped their kids a lot, Melanie and Mike fortunately emerging unscathed through their parent's parting. Mike had always been more bonded to his mum anyway, and Melanie was a little daddy's girl who was more attached to him than her restless mother.

Those corresponding few years were largely uneventful for me however. Obviously I had an active and enjoyable time, sleeping with quite a few men, and quite a few women. But nothing out of the ordinary happened that is worth chronicling in too much detail.

I was, incidentally, still working in the same office I'd started working at when I moved to Manchester after University. It was fairly enjoyable there, I got on well with my colleagues and a couple of promotions had resulted in a fairly healthy salary, but it wasn't particularly exciting and hence I have not opted to bore you, my dear, attentative reader, with details of my work-life.

However, in March 1996, my sex-life and work-life came together in a rather interesting episode. At the time I was in between relationships again, and at the age of twenty-eight I still considered myself too young to even consider settling down with anyone for life just yet. I was still (relatively) youthful, still pretty and still very, very horny.

My physique retained the same superb qualities as it had in my youth. My face was still delicate and unblemished, my complexion perfect. I kept my blonde hair cut short, in an effeminate style but one that was a hark back to my tom-boyish youth. Being fairly small, my breasts had no opportunity to show signs of age and were still firm and the nipples a delicate shade of red. Regularly trips to the gym kept my body slender and toned. My cunt was shaved, as always, the healthy pink lips clearly visible.

My proudest aspect, my bottom, was as mouthwatering as ever, the buttocks firm, pleasantly rounded and perfectly cleft. In between them my hairless anus was still miraculously unblemished, a delicate pink hole that did not betray it's plentiful usage. My sphincter was blessed with a natural elasticity, and though capable of effortlessly accomodating cocks and dildos of all sizes, within hours of such a sodomistical episode it would have sprung back to it's previous narrowness, and therefore still presented the same tight, hot grip to a penis as it had done when I'd first been anally-deflowered nine-years previously.

This particular adventure involved a colleague of mine, a pretty Indian lady named Neeta. She was twenty-seven, just a year younger than myself at that time, and had come to England when she was a child with her parents. She spoke perfect English but still had a strong accent which I found strangely charming and exotic. Neeta had a Bindi - a decorative red dot between her eyebrows - indicating she was Hindu and married.

Neeta had light brown skin, long flowing black hair, a charming smile and lovely warm eyes. She had a nice figure too, average in build but with a nice plump, shapely behind which sat snugly in tight skirts. Her breasts were fairly sizable too, two big round melons that often came close to spilling out of her blouse when she bent over (I simply made a habit of eyeing up the physical charms of everyone I encountered at work, regardless of gender!).

A few days after she'd started work, I invited Neeta out for a friendly after-work drink one evening, during which I spotted Debbie, the woman I'd slept with a few years previously. We made eye-contact and offered each other a friendly wave from across the room.

"Who was that?" Neeta asked me, sipping her coke.

"An old friend," I shrugged, then decided not to bother lying, "An old lover actually."

"Oh, I didn't know you were, y'know...a lesbian."

"Well, I swing both ways," I grinned. Neeta grinned too. In fact for the rest of the evening she seemed to have her mind on other things, like she was plotting something. We discussed sex a bit more, and though I didn't admit to the extent of my nymphaniac-lifestyle, I did admit to sleeping with "quite a lot of men and women" and also added that I enjoyed anal-sex. Neeta admitted to enjoying anal-sex too, exciting me by adding that her husband "did me in the backdoor" even though "he is pretty big, y'know...down there, and needs a lot of lubrication." I was turned on by this and wished Neeta wasn't married so that I could attempt to seduce her. I'd have liked to become more intimately acquainted with this exotic lady's body. Or, indeed, her husband.

A week later, at work, she showed me a photo of her husband, acting all casual and asking me if I thought he was handsome. I confirmed that he was. Then she invited me round to her house for dinner where I met her spouse. He was called Samir, a tall, broad-shouldered and very attractive man aged thirty, with impeccably neat black hair and the most gorgeous brown eyes I'd ever seen. He was charming, kissing the back of hand when introduced to me, and taking more than a passing interest in me as we sat down for dinner, eyeing me up with a look of evident lust in his eyes, which didn't seem to bother his wife one bit!

All was revealed the following Friday after work. Neeta had invited me out for a drink but soon confessed that she was hoping I'd come back to her house. For the night.

"Samir has little obsession," she confessed to me as we sat in a bar, "Well...not really an obsession. Basically he likes the idea of a threesome. Shortly after we married five-years ago we were discussing past lovers, and I admitted I'd slept with another woman when I was university. He was really turned on by it and recently bought it up again, asking me if I'd consider having sex with another woman so he could watch and then...y'know, join in. He wanted to try it before we have kids and wouldn't have time for such...adventures. I said I'd be willing to do it, but finding another woman, one who was bisexual and willing to have a threesome, was not going to be easy. I didn't even know where to begin looking. Anyway," continued Neeta, who's speech was turning me on, "when you admitted you 'swung both ways' I figured you'd be perfect. Obviously erm...if you don't want to do it, then fine, I understand. But if you do...er...do you? Want to?"

"Damn right," I said, finishing my glass of wine in one gulp, "You're damn pretty Neeta, you have a fantastic figure, and furthermore your husband is handsome fellow as well. I had nothing planned for this evening and I couldn't have come with a plan more exciting than what you're suggesting!"

Neeta smiled, the Indian lady looking so pretty as she did so, shivering with excitement herself, implying that she was as turned on at the idea of a threesome as her husband. I leaned over and kissed her hotly on the lips. She was taken by surprise and looked around nervously when I disengaged.

"Kath!" she gasped, "It's a bit public in her!"

"Don't be daft, it's a lesbian bar," I told her.

Neeta looked around a bit more carefully, suddenly noticing that all the other customers were female.

She giggled at her niavety, then I kissed her again.

"Let's go to your place," I told her.

Half-an-hour later I was at Samir and Neeta's place, Samir evidently excited when his wife told him of my enthusiasm for the fun they'd hoped to indulge in that evening with me.

"Neeta tells me you're pretty big 'down there' Samir," I said, unashamedly as I sat on the sofa, "Care to show me?"

"Of course my dear Kath," he said, the perfect gentleman, and he stood and unzipped his trousers and pulled forth a long brown cock that was almost nine-inches in length and very stiff. He pumped it in his fist. "See how turned on I am Kath? See how erect I've become at the idea of watching you and my wife fuck each other?"

"You'll be joining in won't you?" I asked, licking my lips, watching transfixed as he masturbated his long tool.

"Of course," he said.

"I can't wait any longer," Neeta said, standing up, looking all flustered, "I'm just so turned on. Let's go upstairs!"

We went to the master-bedroom. It was a beautifully furnished room, very colourful with a huge bed draped in red satin sheets and with huge soft pillows. We all undressed and I admired both Samir's firm masculine torso as well as his wife's voluptuous body - those lovely big breasts, a nice, black-furred cunt and a delightfully plump bottom. It occured to me that Neeta had a similar body shape to my sister, Claire. The couple admired me as well, Samir excited at the sight of my shaved cunt and my cute arse.

"Sit down Samir," I told him, "I want to get explore your wife's charms. You can watch, then climb aboard and fuck us how you want."

"Very well," Samir said, smiling, delighting in the way I'd so self-assuredly given the instructions. He sat down on a soft chair near the bed.

"Come on Neeta," I said, and we both hopped onto the bed. We knelt opposite each other and kissed, slowly and lovingly. Our tongues explored one another's mouths, both of us so passionate in our prolonged lesbian kiss that we barely heard Samir groaning with pleasure as he watched, jerking off.

Neeta and me soon turned to more intimate explorations. I moved down and kissed her tits, sucking on the nipples and feeling them grown stiff. A part of me was reminded of doing this with Claire when we were teenagers - except Neeta's tits, despite being big, were not quite as huge as my sister's!

Soon I'd gone down further, kissing Neeta's stomach and fingering her cunt, the lips within the thick black pubic hair slippery and wet. She moved back, laying down, thighs apart, and I plunged in, skillfully licking out her cunt. My arse was raised high in the air towards Samir as I did this, and I wiggled it slightly, hypnotizing him with the sight of my pretty behind. I was enjoying this, licking out Neeta's cunt, but was also determined to give her pleasure and put on a good show for her husband. I was looking forwards to having his big cock up my arse, but I had ordered him to watch for a while whilst I fucked his wife to ensure that our excitement was heightened by this self-enforced delay to Samir's entry to the bed gymnastics.

I licked Neeta to a powerful orgasm. She placed her hands onto my head and pushed my face into her hot cunt, crying out with pleasure as her body was wracked with a strong climax.

"Let me lick you out," she said to me once I'd raised my head, my face slick with juice, "I want to eat you out now. I wanna lick that hairless pussy."

"I'll continue sucking you as well," I told her, "Let's sixty-nine."

Neeta lay back down and I mounted her, inverted, lowering my shaved wet cunt onto her hungry mouth. She immediately slid her tongue into my womb whilst I plunged my face into her cunt once more. Both of us were pressed together in a sixty-nine, slurping noisily on one-another's twats. Samir was watching with great excitement, still jerking his great long cock.

After a few moments I climaxed on Neeta's face and she drank down my hot juices. Then I felt my pleasure increase even further when Neeta stretched her head up an inch and began tongueing my anus. I couldn't quite reach her arsehole with my tongue so, whilst I continued licking her cunt I reached down popped my forefinger to the knuckle in her brown puckered anus which was ringed with a halo of dark hair. It turned her on a great deal and I could hear her moan with joy, albeit she was slightly muffled as she had her tongue up my arsehole.

I raised my head from her crotch and looked at Samir.

"Come and fuck my arse," I begged him "Slide that big prick in me and bugger me!"

He smiled and got up out of his chair, very eager to comply. He hopped onto the bed behind me. Neeta took her tongue from my anus and resumed licking my cunt. My arsehole had an appointment with a cock!

"Ah, what a delicious behind," Samir commented, stroking my cheeks. Then I felt his swollen prick-head nudge my anus. He pushed, slowly squeezing his way into my rectum, sliding up and up, inch by inch, until he was finally lodged to the hilt in my shit-guts. I was shaking with pleasure, never having endured the sensation of a cock in my arse and a tongue in my cunt. Neeta lapped and sucked on my hot slit whilst her husband began running his cock back and forth in my anus. It spurred me on to lick out Neeta's cunt and I added another finger to the one I already had up her arse. We formed a compact trio of humping, fucking, licking, fingering bodies, the bed-springs squeaking, the room full of the sounds of our steamy lust. Squelches, slurps, grunts, groans and the slap of flesh on flesh. Samir's nine-inch cock plunged far, far into my bowels and made me shudder with pleasure with every thrust.

I then felt his cock withdraw from me and I heard a sucking noise. I could tell Samir had fed his prick - fresh from my arse - to his wife who slurped on it noisily. Samir then tugged his cock from his wife's mouth and slid it back up my behind. A few minutes of fucking later and he withdrew again and once more his wife sucked on her husband's prick before it returned to my rectum.

"Samir?" I called, taking my mouth from Neeta's cunt and my two fingers from her anus, "Come and fuck your wife's arse. And be sure to feed me your cock from time to time."

"A fine idea," Samir said. He withdrew from my bowels and came round to the other side of the bed. His long cock was placed at the entrance to his wife's arsehole and slowly and steadily pushed in. My face was just inches from the penetrative centre of this act of buggery and I saw in every details, close-up, as Samir's erection was slowly swallowed up by Neeta's anus. I lapped at her cunt throughout this and she lapped at mine.

As promised, Samir withdrew his magnificent organ from his wife's shitter and fed it to me. I'd sucked on dicks fresh from my rectum on many occasions, but never one that had just been up another woman's arse. It turned me on a great deal and I slurped on the soiled, musky-tasting prick deeply. Then Samir took it out my mouth and plugged Neeta's arse with it once more.

For another ten-minutes he buggered his wife, giving me his cock to suck several times, before he elected to return to his original post, stuffing his cock up my arse and energetically sodomizing me. The rising pitch of his groans of pleasure indicated his orgasm was not far off. Neeta and me continued eating one another's cunts throughout this, increasing our ecstasy. Neeta climaxed in my face, spurring her on to lick me out deeper. This prompted my orgasm, during which my sphincter tightened round the base of Samir's prick and it triggered his own long pent-up climax.

"Oh fuck, Kath, oh yeah!!" he cried, slamming his erection up my shitter to the hilt and unloading hot and creamy cum deep into my rectum. I could feel his sperm flood my guts and I had a second climax hot on the heels of the first. Samir's own orgasm lasted for quite a while, his prick twitching as it emptied in my arse.

Samir withdrew, spent and temporarily tired out. Neeta and me weren't finished though. I had her get on her hands and knees so that I could finally get a chance to lick her sublime, plump arse, which looked just like what I imagined my sister Claire's would look like. I licked all around that lovely dark hairy arsehole then pushed my tongue far into it, making her squeal with pleasure. I was so busy deeply eating out Neeta's anus that I didn't notice Samir had recovered already. He knelt behind me and I felt his long hard cock slide deep into my snatch. I shivered with pleasure and licked out Neeta's anus even deeper whilst her husband cunt-fucked me. Samir knew of my preference for buggery and, after spending a few moments getting a taster for my cunt, just to heat us both up, he withdrew and glided his pulsing erection up into my rectum.

He buggered me lustfully whilst giving me encouragement, his mouth close to my ear.

"Lick her arse out," he panted, hotly, "Lick it out, ram your tongue up her arsehole."

I moaned with pleasure as I did so, pushing my face between Neeta's plump brown bum-cheeks. My tongue was rammed up her rectum as far as it would go, just as Samir's cock was up my rectum as far as possible. A few moments later Samir withdrew from my behind. I moved aside and Samir edged up to his wife and fucked her, first in the cunt, then up the arse, withdrawing frequently and giving me his cock to suck.

The fun continued for another hour, with various combinations and positions indulged in, each more delicious than the last. The night was bought to a conclusion by Samir masturbating all over my face, his thick cum splattering all over me whilst I writhed in pleasure on the bed. I adored sperm, I loved to have it shooting in or over me. Neeta was licking my cunt throughout my spermy facial, and afterwards she moved up to lick my messy face clean.

We all slept in bed together and had an even longer and steamier session in the morning.

The next weekend I was at Samir and Neeta's house again for another hot threesome. We repeated the enjoyable activity of Neeta and me having a slurpy sixty-nine whilst Samir alternately buggered us with his tireles cock, eventually cumming in my rectum. A couple of weeks later, during another Saturday-afternoon get-together with my Indian friends, I bought a strap-on dildo, a large pink one, nine-inches in length and very thick. Samir watched and jerked himself off whilst me and Neeta played with our new toy, taking turns fucking each other. Samir was so turned on that he was unable to last more than ten-minutes watching this delightful show, and he hurried over and jacked off in my face, spraying me with spunk whilst his wife bum-fucked me with the strap-on. Neeta and me sucked Samir's cock to stiffness then continued the fun, but with a real cock added into the equation along with the fake one. Eventually Samir slid his cock into my bum whilst I was sodomizing Neeta with the strap-on. I climaxed twice, the pleasure of being sandwiched between this wanton couple turning me on no end, and Samir signalled his excitement by filling my behind with cum.

I was in heaven with this arrangement, satisfying my desire for both sexes at the same time. I would kiss Neeta, suck on her tits, lick out her cunt and tongue her anus, whilst her well-hung husband's cock was usually tickling the depths of my bowels.

It was fun at work, often seeing Neeta at the water cooler or by the photocopier, both of us exchanging sly grins as we thought of our steamy weekend secret. On the whole, though, we managed to keep such things seperate from work.

One weekend Samir was away on business and Neeta phoned me up, saying she was feeling horny. Within an hour I was at her place and we were up all night sucking and fucking each other senseless. Samir came home the next morning and found me in bed with his wife, both of us naked, dishevelled and wrapped up in sweat and cunt-juice stained bed-covers. He immediately stripped and hopped into bed with us and we fucked until lunchtime. Samir finally blew his nuts whilst fucking his wife's big breasts, his long erection wedged in the cleavage of those big firm brown boobs, and he unloaded a huge amount of sperm onto her face and neck. I was licking Neeta's cunt throughout this activity, and then I moved up and slurped all the steaming goo off of her, sharing it with her, both of us kissing passionately and swapping cum from mouth-to-mouth.

We continued such antics for several months, but then Neeta became pregnant. The couple were very happy at their impending parenthood, but sadly they decided to end our threesomes. I expected this because Neeta had told me long ago that Samir wanted to indulge in a threesome before they had children, believing that such sordid behaviour would be impractical and in someway dishonorable to indulge in with kids about. I was disapointed but perfectly understood their decision. Being a practical person, not one to dwell on the past, I was able to continue being friends with Neeta at work and both of us managed to act as if our enjoyable but temporary trists had never happened - although a part of me was incredibly turned on by the sight of Neeta waddling around the office with a big swollen belly as she advanced through her pregnancy. It was a sexy sight and it was only on such occasions that I regretted the end of my inclusion in her's and Samir's sex-life. I really wanted to this naked pregnant babe in my bed, to stroke and lick that lovely big belly then suck on her lactating tits. Alas, I didn't get an invitation to do so.

It didn't bother me too much though, I had a new boyfriend soon anyway, a handsome guy named Phillip. He was like me - extrovert, talkative, and very energetic in bed - and I began to think I might be able to settle down at last. However, after a year of dating, we considered and then rejected an idea to live together. It occured to Phillip and me that although we were similar in personalities, sex was the only thing we had in common in terms of interests. He was mad on sport, whilst hated it. He was obsessed with cars and spent hours polishing and waxing his flash Jaguar whilst my opinion of whether a car was any good was based on simply whether it got you to where you wanted to go and whether it was a nice colour. He also was prone to jealousy. Nothing serious, but if I smiled at another man he'd sulk and grumble. I never cheated on him but I did find it a bit tiresome having to limit my interaction with other men to stop him from getting envious.

Therefore, we decided against living together after a year of seeing each other. We continued to date and sleep together - our sex was always fantastic and he loved fucking my arse as much as I loved having my arse fucked - but soon we agreed to go our seperate ways. I was a little sad because I had begun to think that I may enjoy settling down with a guy and putting my sleep-with-anything-in-trousers (or skirt) days behind me. However, if Phillip and me didn't have many shared interests it wouldn't have lasted, so we ended our affair. In fact we slept together a couple of times after splitting up. On the first occasion I was lonely and a bit tipsy, so I called Phillip and asked if he'd like to come over 'to watch a bit of telly' if he wasn't doing anything. He did so and we ended up humping all night! A few months later we ran into each other for the first time in ages in a supermarket. We got chatting, caught up on any gossip, and as seen as we were both still single we went back to his place for a no-strings-attached fuck. It was good fun, but Phillip later said that we should avoid such antics in the future if we were to put our relationship behind us. Fair enough, I thought.

In fact, not long afterwards I had another bit of sex-with-your-ex. It was Teri, the young goth girl with whom I'd had a relationship a few years ago. She had recently been dumped and was drowning her sorrows in a pub. I went over, got chatting, and soon we were back at my place. Teri made it clear that she was only on the rebound and didn't really want to have another relationship so soon with anyone, and didn't think we should get back together (I couldn't blame her for this opinion, as seen as I had cheated on her originally) but I told her I didn't mind and that a bit of sex for 'old time's sake' shouldn't do any harm. We went to bed and fucked until dawn.

In late 1997 I turned thirty. My birthday was okay, but I felt a little despondent at being single at the time. My parents and brother and sister phoned up to give me their love. My neice Melanie - now aged nine - sang "Happy birthday dear Aunt Kath" down the phone at me, which was very cute! By the evening, however, I was at a loose end and wondering what to do.

Suddenly feeling decisive, I decided to call one of the escort services I had used previously. I asked for three men, and though the lady I spoke to on the phone was a little surprised at such a greedy request, she didn't make any comments. After all, I had my credit card details. That's all they needed!

Three handsome men were soon at my door and not long afterwards were standing naked in my bedroom, their beautiful, long, thick cocks standing to attention. I stripped and told them I'd tip them for each time they ejaculated in my behind. Amused by this total lack of pretense or shame on my behalf, they gladly fulfilled my sodomistical appetite, each bum-fucking me three times each. As promised I tipped them well and showed them out of my apartment with profuse thanks for their attentions. However, the two-and-a-half-hours of non-stop arse-fuckery had only inflamed my libido. I showered, changed and went out to a night-club, on the prowl like the nympho I was!

In a student bar I spotted a handsome but rather shy looking lad standing in a corner, sipping a drink, looking around trying to see if there were any girls about he could summon the courage to chat up. He was only about twenty, tall, slim and with a sweet boyish air about him and it didn't take long for me to saunter up to the guy and start chatting him up. Before he even had a chance to finish his drink I was inviting him back to my place. He gladly came along and soon enough I had him in bed. Moments later I had him in my arse. Being an excitable virgin, he lost his sperm within moments, ejaculating deep into my bowels. Fortunately his cock remained erect and I forbid him to witdraw. So, he just started fucking me again, his cock making obscene sloshing noises at it pumped back and forth in my cum-filled rectum. This time he last almost an hour before he came. My companion then produced a couple of joints he had in his jacket pocket. I was delighted as it had been ages since I'd had some weed, so we soon sparked up. They were strong ones and we were soon giggling as we sat naked on the bed, getting high. Then my young toy-boy sprang another boner and, with more confidence than earlier, cunt-fucked me until we climaxed in one another's arms.

We dated (and fucked) for a couple of months but soon he split with me. I think he became a little daunted by my rather extrovert and sex-mad personality. Either that or I just wore the poor guy out!

The following year I grew a little tired of the city centre. It suddenly felt claustrophobic, and though it offered many delights in the form of clubs, pubs, cafes and shops, I felt an urge for a change of scenery.

I moved to a small, single-storey house out in the suburbs, a quiet little cul-de-sac. After moving I felt I may have made a mistake, that this serene, middle-class suburbia may prove boring. Fortunately that changed when I met my neighbours. They were a middle-aged couple with two teenaged sons, Billy and James. Their mother, Sandra, was a rake-thin lady with a look of strictness about her. She was a teacher and I could tell she was probably loathed and feared in equal measure by her unlucky charges.

Her kids, though, interested me straight off! They were twins - albeit non-identical - who had just passed their sixteenth birthdays. One was called Jimmy, the other Steve, and were slim, dark-haired and handsome. Thanks to the obvious strictness of their stern mother they were polite, respectful and would often help me carry in my shopping from the car if they saw me struggling, but I also noted they possessed - as all teenage boys do - a sly appetite for mischief, a desire to rebel. I had my own appetite for mischief and soon sought to employ my sweet boys-next-door in my plans.

The two teenagers were mowing their parent's back garden one sunny Saturday, both just wearing shorts, their firm young torsos on display. I strolled out to make them an offer they couldn't refuse.

"Want to earn five-pounds?" I asked them, having to stand on my tip-toes to look over the fence.

"How?" Steve asked.

"I need my grass cutting. I'll pay you a fiver each."

"Okay," said Jimmy, "We'll finish doing ours first."

Soon enough they were in my garden, still topless and mowing my lawn. I went out to do some sunbathing, wearing just a skimpy yellow two-piece bikini. The bottom piece was particularly skimpy, the material barely covering a third my cute round buttocks. After setting up a sun-lounger on the patio I sat down and rubbed sun-tan lotion onto my skin, taking my time, running my hands seductively over my slender legs, my flat belly and the backs of my thighs. I thought of inviting Jimmy and Steve to apply some to my back but I thought that that might be a little too brazen! Then I lay on my stomach and started reading a book, or at least pretending too. I kept glancing aside to admire their boy's bodies, and I noted that they were admiring mine!

When they were half-way through their task, I strolled over with the bottle of sun-tan lotion.

"I don't want you boys getting sunburned," I said, "C'mere."

They both came up to me, evidently excited as they realized what I was suggesting. I squeezed some lotion into my hand and started applying it to Steve, rubbing it over his sculpted body, trying to stifle a whimper of lust at this close contact with such a youthful and attractive male body. I did the same to his brother, who was rather ticklish and kept giggling.

"Thanks Kath," said the twins.

"You're welcome," I told them, then went back to sunbathing whilst they continued cutting the grass.

After the boys had finished I invited them in and made them a glass of Coke each, then we went into the living room where I chatted with them a bit. Both lads happily gossiped about school, their mates and sport, with me simply content to bathe in the aura of youth the brothers gave off. It confirmed my suspicious that I was - if not an actual female peadophile - then at least someone with a serious lust for teenaged boys. In fact my only qualm was that these boys were sixteen! I'd recently been having fantasies about boys of thirteen or fourteen, taking their cherries and showing them the joys of wild sex!

We got onto the subject of girls, both admitting they didn't have girlfriends. I made a few comments regarding how attractive they were and began running my hands over Steve's torso as he sat next to me. He erected a tent in his shorts, and from then on the seduction was easy. I can't exactly remember what I said, but it was brief and effective. After all, these twins were sixteen-year-old boys, flooded with hormones and prone to getting hard-ons at the mere thought of a naked lady. Before long their shorts were on the floor...along with my bikini.

Although they later denied it, I could tell they were virgins! Sitting on the sofa with my legs spread, Steve knelt between my spread thighs and stabbed at my cunt with his hard young cock. He missed a couple of times so I reached down and guided him in to me, the boy letting out a long sigh of joy at the feeling of his prick snugly fitted in my hot slit. I had his brother kneel next to me so that I could turn and suck his prick. It tasted delicious and before long it was pumping thick cum down my throat. Naturally I swallowed the lot; sperm was like Champagne to me, utterly gorgeous and not to be wasted. I could never comprehend why any woman would spit it out. At the same time Steve unloaded his cum into my womb.

After we'd disengaged told the boys never to tell anyone of this, and they both promised, aware that their mother would be just as mad at them as she would be at me if she found out what we were up to!

Then I took the boys upstairs where only a minimum amount of sucking was required to have those healthy young pricks sticking up straight again. I laid Jimmy on the bed and mounted him, impaling my cunt onto his erection, before reaching round to pull my cheeks apart.

"Get in me," I begged Steve, "Shove that cock up me Steve!"

"Where?" he asked, innocent darling that he was!

"Up my arse," was my reply, "Do you not see my anus? See how it twitches and gapes? It needs stuffing!"

Jimmy eagerly hopped up onto the bed and got behind me. He pushed his erection into my arse, his cock slick with cum and cunt-juice from his earlier antics, helping to lubricate the way. Soon enough he was lodged to the hilt in my arse whilst his brother was fucking my cunt from below.

I was in heaven sandwiched between these virile teenagers, and I was soon climaxing powerfully as their cocks pumped in and out of my cunt and arsehole. By accident or design their orgasms occured at the same time, Jimmy shooting his cum into my cunt whilst his brother's prick spewed lovely fuck-sauce into my rectum.

After once more insisting they didn't tell anyone, not even their friends, I gave each brother a £5 note for mowing my lawn then they dressed and left.

They came over once or twice a fortnight, whenever they could get out of their chores, and would happily fuck me senseless. Sometimes I considered getting them to invite some friends over, but I knew the secret would get out soon enough, and though we weren't doing anything illegal I didn't want to end up as some sort of neighbourhood scandel! I trusted Jimmy and Steve together though, it was easier to keep it under wraps with just the two of them.

They were energetic boys and soon became very skilled at fucking me. Double-fucking was our favourite. Jimmy preferred to fuck me cuntwardly, whilst my arsehole was the preferred method of entry for Steve, and thus there was no debate about who-fucked-which-hole before we indulged in some double-penetration.

During my antics with these boys, I started dating a woman named Joanne. She was forty, a busty mature beauty who I met in a bar in town, and we saw a lot of each other over the coming months. We had fantastic sex and she shared my passion for anal. We would lick, finger and dildo-fuck one another's arseholes until we collapsed with exhaustion after multiple orgasms.

When Jimmy and Steve found out I was dating a woman they were eager to join in for a foursome. Alas it was not possible; Joanne's interests lay solely in women and I knew it would be futile to try to talk her into such an adventure. The boys suggested I secretly film myself and my girlfriend having sex, but I had to turn down this suggestion as I figured it would be a cruel betrayal. Nonetheless, I was having a great time, having an intimate and enduring relationship with a gorgeous lady whilst getting fucked senseless several times a month by two horny teenagers.

One morning, Jimmy and Steve's mother, Sandra, made a few snidey comments to me after we encountered each other as we both arrived home from work at the same time. She made a few prim remarks about something she was involved in at the church, declaring how it was necessary to fight "the scourge of immorality and people who's unnatural practices bring the neighbourhood down." I could tell she was referring to me; she'd noticed, for a short while after I'd moved into my new house, that I had bought different men home on several nights, and had also seen me hand-in-hand with Joanne. The bigoted old witch was implying I was some sort of immoral "scourge" because I was bisexual and, unlike her, not a stuffy fucking prude. I never had any time for religion, I'd always considered it very silly and to me the Bible was a manifesto of mysogony scribbled by some ancient wretches with serious mental problems. I had a live-and-let-live attitude though, and I didn't bother anyone as long as they didn't bother me. However, this self-rightous comment by Sandra really pissed me off, her utter belief in her own superiority to me simply because my tastes were not identical to hers. I didn't say anything at the time though, although I sometimes screamed with pleasure extra loud when my girlfriend Joanne was fucking my arse with a big strap-on, hoping against hope that I might keep my snotty neighbour awake!

Funnily enough, I got a chance for a bit of clandestine revenge a couple of weeks later. Sandra and her husband went away for a long weekend and, as soon as they were alone, Jimmy and Steve called me up and invited me over to stay with them "and have some fun!" I went immediately, and suggested we fuck in their parent's bed simply for practical reasons. Neither boy questioned this plan and I got a big kick out fucking in Sandra's bed! She'd subtley accused me of being a wanton slut, and here I was, merrily proving her right by fucking her two darling sons, and not only that, I was doing it in her bed! In the forty-eight-hours I spent with Steve and Jimmy that weekend, we rarely left the bed, and I got a dozen ejaculations out of each of them, most of them up my arse, although twice I had them masturbated all over my face at the same time, sending me out of my mind with ecstasy as I frigged my cunt whilst two teen cocks exploded thick cum over me. I washed the bed-covers afterwards though. It amused me to think of Sandra sleeping under a duvet stained with her own son's cum and my cunt-juices, but I figured that such a prank might be going a bit too far. Besides, one shouldn't let the self-rightous, abstinence-advocating, Bible-thumping prudes of this world get you down. Their empty, boring, neurosis infected lives are both the cause of their attitude, and it's punishment.

Sadly the family moved away not long after that because of Sandra's husband's job. I had a farewell session with their sons and then told them to look me up if they were everback in town. Sadly I didn't see them again, but I was lucky to have enjoyed their cocks. Also, they had been nervous virgins when I'd first fucked them and were now highly experienced, so I liked the idea that out there they were giving a lot of pleasure to various girls as a result of the lessons I gave them.

I continued my relationship with Joanna for another year, but I had to split up with her when she became too possessive for my liking. She practically wanted us to get married, or some sort of lesbian equivilent, which suddenly worried me. I liked screwing women, sure, but when I thought about it, my real preference was for men. I could perhaps handle monogomy with a guy, but even though I really enjoyed sex with a woman, I couldn't give up cocks for good.

I dated a guy after that, a hunky twenty-two-year-old who was great in bed. He was my toy-boy and I was proud to have landed such a catch. He enjoyed bum-fucking me a great deal at first, but soon stopped, saying he was doubting whether it was okay to indulge in sodomy, indicating he was beginning to think it was 'sinful'. He then began saying he'd found religion, that he wasn't sure if sex before marriage was such a good idea...I dumped him and forgot about him.

On the rebound I started dating another woman, a tall and elegant black lady in her late-twenties called Melissa. Things became fairly serious after a while and what was originally a casual fling became - as it had been with Joanna - a serious relationship with Melissa talking about committment and trust and such things which - because they didn't immediately involve sex - bored me. We split up.

I flung myself into a few one-night-stands, recapturing my youth by draining the balls of a dozen different guys, most of them younger than me.

I picked up one student at a New Years Eve party on 31 December 1999. I had been out partying with a few girls from work but naturally I was on the look out for a man. Soon I went over to my friends and told them I was going to go home early.

"Have fun," one of my mates told me, looking over and admiring the the tall, dark, handsome twenty-one-year-old who was clearly waiting for me. My friends had a good idea of what I was like; although they didn't no the half of it!

Soon me and my new stud were at my place. His cock slid into my rectum at 11:50PM and spurted a torrent of hot cum at 12:09AM, meaning I was sodomized across the divide between the two millenia. I'd promised myself months ago to attain such a feat! I started the new year how I'd ended the last.

Sadly the year 2000 was not a terribly fun year. It was not bad in anyway, just boring. I had a fling here and there, sometimes with a man, occasionally a woman, but by the end of the year I was feeling a bit ambivilent about things. I was far too cheerfully disposed to be depressed, but I felt like I needed a change, that at the age of thirty-three I was somehow too old to be fucking my way through the population of Manchester. I didn't want to get a guy and get married though, I still couldn't handle the thought of devoting myself to one person.

I wasn't sure what I wanted. I wanted fucking, obviously, and a chance to fuck and be fucked by both sexes and without restrictions, but a part of me yearned for some sort of stability, to settle down. I was at a loss as to how to obtain the seemingly condradictory pleasures of domesticity and wild sexual freedom.

The year 2000 became 2001. I was still considering what to do when my workplace began advertising for vacancies at their new branch in London. I considered going gor a position there, for a change of scenery and to be nearer my sister, Claire, but my mind was made up when I was offered a job at the new branch, with a healthy pay-rise and bonus. After accepting I told Claire about it. My big sister was thrilled and didn't hesitate to ask me to live with her. Claire was still unattached and lived with her son, Mike, in a three-bedroomed house meaning there was plenty of room.

This all fired me up with excitement and I was suddenly my old self again; energetic, decisive and eager to get on with life. I was looking forward to living with my sister. Now thirty-six, Claire was good fun and laid back, even more so than when she was younger and we'd always been close. It would be the first time since we were teenagers that we'd lived under the same roof.

Then there was my dear nephew Mike of course. He was now fourteen, a very handsome and sweet boy, on the verge of manhood but still with the lovely aura of youth about him. My thoughts towards him were not exactly innocent, and in fact I'd frigged myself many times imagining fucking my nephew. I put away such thoughts for now though, I knew that it'd be unlikely that it'd happen, and besides I didn't imagine my sister would like me seducing her fourteen-year-old son! (Although a tiny part of my mind suggested talking her into accepting an idea - whilst another part of my mind was wondering if Claire would like to resume our little girl-on-girl antics that we'd indulged in as teenagers, and which we'd not discussed since.)

However, I decided that whatever happened, it'd be great to live with Claire and Mike. Even if nothing lewd happened, I'd like to be around Mike anyway, just to enjoy the company of a teenage boy. Perhaps if he had girl-troubles he'd confide in me more easily than he'd confide in his mum. It would be thrilling to get a glimpse into a young boy's mind with regards to sex, and I vowed to act more like a big sister than an Aunt to him.

In April 2001 I moved down to Claire's and quickly settled in.

The resulting adventures have, of course, already been rather thoroughly chronicled.