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Subject: The life of Elaine, a 50 year old woman. Part 1
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The life of Elaine, a 50 year old woman. Part 1
I have had a lifelong fascination with male genitalia. Even as a
little girl, and certainly long before I made any sexual connection
with the male private parts, I was always curious about these
forbidden parts of the male anatomy. Don't ask me why, I still can't
answer that question, God knows, I've asked myself it often enough
over the years.
My recollection of how it all began is rather hazy now and perhaps a
little inaccurate, but I was about nine years old. I recall that it
was a very hot summer and my mother had constructed a makeshift pool
in the garden to keep the kids cool. In the pool playing there was me
and the two boys from next door, Alan and Robert. Playing in water was
not usual for any of us, so nobody had a swimming costume; in fact
nobody had anything on at all. As we played into the afternoon I
remember inwardly comparing the difference between myself and the two
boys. Robert was nine years old, the same age as me and Alan was a
year older. This was the first of many times on which I became envious
of what they had between there legs. For a start they had something to
play with, and I don't mean that in a sexual sense, rather like a girl
might play with her long hair. Both boys seemed to fiddle down there
very regularly and every once in a while it would grow and stand up. I
was very intrigued to see this strange occurrence of growth and I
always waited to see it happen. The boys had absolutely no interest in
what I had down there, but then with nothing to see it was obvious
that there could be no interest here.
Well that was the start of my fascination, in fact almost an
obsession, with the private anatomy of boys. At school we would go to
the swimming pool twice a week and I would use every opportunity to
look at the boys. They were all in swimming trunks of course, but the
style in those days was such that you could easily see the shape of
what was underneath. I quickly learned that there was a wide range in
the sizes of what they had. It was amusing and thrilling, to see how
often the boys scratched or rubbed or squeezed themselves and they did
so unconsciously. I often wondered why girls never felt the need to do
anything like that, perhaps because there was nothing to scratch, rub
or squeeze. The only thing that we girls would do was to pull our
costumes out from their tendency to cut in between your legs, the
material of our costumes then made it so we needed to do this a lot.
I never seemed to have enough of looking at boys down below. In my
room I had some modelling clay and I would make an appropriate shape
and fit it down my knickers at the front and lift my dress to see the
effect. This was a game I would play for hours on end. Often I would
take my dress off and so that I only had my white school knickers on
and I could then model my part in lots of ways. I'd love to feel it
and play with it; sometimes I would make it hard. I would have loved
to do it naked, but the clay wasn't the correct colour, my skin was a
creamy white shade and the clay was brown, and in any case I wasn't
that sure of what one would look like hard.
Two years later I was in for a rude awakening. Every girl's nightmare,
I had my first period. My mum had forewarned me about it, but the
sight of blood in my knickers was almost enough to make me pass out. I
knew something was going to happen because I'd been feeling terrible
and moody for days. Anyway, mum got me sorted out and I was soon an
old hand at dealing with this particularly nasty "women's" problem.
Although having a period marked a major down side in my life, there
was an unexpected up side. My fascination with the male private parts
took on a new angle. I began to get strange butterfly feelings when I
played my games. I couldn't quite pin down what was going on, but it
was like a craving and I really liked it. I still had no experience
with boys, but that was pretty normal for that particular era, but I
was becoming more and more inquisitive. In fact I'd even taken to
looking at the only male around our household, my dad! I know it
sounds bad, but such was my curiosity. Our upstairs toilet was just
across from my room and if I left the door ajar I could see right to
the door of the loo. If dad went for a wee at night he would rarely
shut the door behind him and although I could usually only see his
back, sometimes he would use the side of the toilet. It used to
terrify me doing this because I felt I was always on the verge of
getting caught. Oh but what a reward when I did get to see something.
There was a whole world of difference between a boy and a man in terms
of size and sometimes I would notice that he was hard and had to push
it down to aim into the bowl. All of this was a real treat for me, and
I still think of the experience fondly to this day.
It was around this time that I had my first sexual experience, albeit
an unconscious and nocturnal one. I dreamt of lots of silly incoherent
things, but I do vividly remember my dad's erect penis in the dream. I
think it was about 3 am when I woke. The feeling of pleasure was
indescribable and I discovered that I was very wet down below. I
though I had peed the bed, or even worse, had a period. When I put the
light on I could see it definitely was blood and I hadn't peed either.
I'd had my very first orgasm, and the feeling was heavenly.
Fortunately I wear knickers in bed, so the damage wasn't too severe.
I hadn't played the game with the modelling clay for a long time, but
now I rediscovered it, but this time with more clay, I had suddenly
become more endowed than before. My breasts were starting to grow, but
oddly I was less interested in them than I was with the model of a
penis that I had secreted in my panties. It looked rather odd behind
the opaque material, especially as I was starting to sprout my first
fuzz of pubic hair. This game really did turn me on though and I found
myself attempting to recapture the feeling that I had overcome that
night of the orgasm. I used to play and rub myself down there and
although it was pleasurable I somehow never managed to get the
intensity of that night.
One day my mum asked me to get her keys from her bedside table. When I
looked on the table there were no keys to be seen. I opened the drawer
to look for them and I was flabbergasted to see a model penis. I mean
a penis. It was erect; it must have been seven inches long and was
quite thick. My hands were trembling, I listened out to make sure she
wasn't coming up the stair, and then I touched it. It was amazing; the
material was surprisingly warm and smooth. Mum called to ask if I
found the keys and I nearly jumped out of my skin. I slammed the
drawer shut and ran downstairs. I found her keys in her handbag later,
but I couldn't get the sight of that model penis out of my mind. I
decided I would not go to school the next day. Mum and Dad both work
and usually gives me a lift to the corner of the road where the school
is.
Next day dad dropped me off at school. In the car I wondered if he
knew what was in that drawer. I trembled at the thought of it. As soon
as the car moved off around the corner, I made my way back home. It
took me about 15 minutes to get there. I went inside and dropped my
back and took off my school blazer and then raced upstairs. Inside mum
and dads room I approached the bedside table and opened the drawer.
The model penis was in a different place to where it had been last
night and I subconsciously made a note of how I found it. My hands
were trembling again, but I lifted the penis out of the drawer and had
a closer look. I was rigid hard and it pointed up in an arch. The
colour struck me; it was a pale creamy flesh like shade. It was
beautiful. I held it in my hand for a long time. I examined it more
closely and discovered that it had 'balls' and a place where you could
put liquid. I didn't really know that then, but it was a mechanism to
let this penis ejaculate. I wondered again if dad knew about this
contraption in mum's drawer. Curiosity made me visit the bedside table
on my dad's side of the bed. I slid the drawer open and immediately
came across a pile of magazines of the sort you see on the top shelf
of the newsagent. I put the penis on the bed and picked up the top
publication. On the front was the title 'Boys and Girls at Play' with
several pictures of boys and girls kissing. I opened the first page
and I could see that pictures were arranged in the form of a story.
The first page showed a boy and girl fully dressed in a wooded public
area. I didn't look at the words, just following the pictures. As the
sequence progressed it showed the two being more and more intimate
with each other. The boy was fondling the girl's breast and then his
hand went up her skirt. God, I was trying to get my head around the
fact that my dad would have read this stuff. Next the girl's panties
were worked down to her knees and the boy was feeling between her
legs. Moving on to another page I saw that the girl was undoing the
boy's zip. Now this really got me going, another few pictures and the
boy's erect penis was visible from his trousers and the girl appeared
to take great delight in fondling it. I was starting to flush, get
very hot and was of lovely feeling washed over me. I had never been
able to get this feeling in all the times I had touched myself. Now
the girl took off her panties and lay on the grass and the boy knelt
between her legs, pointing his erection right at her private parts.
The following photographs showed them kissing and embracing, his penis
was inside the girls privates. I was in a terrible state. I was
trembling, I was terribly aroused and I was frightened in case anybody
would come home, so I closed the drawer and took the magazine and the
penis to my own room. There I studied the penis again. It was a lovely
shape, and the colour was similar to my flesh tone. I couldn't wait to
see what it would look like inside my knickers. I quickly took off my
school skirt, blouse and shoes. I still had my white bra, panties and
knee length socks on. Inserting the penis inside my knickers to look
like a man with an erection, I inspected myself in the mirror. The
penis was too big for my panties and about three inches of the end
emerged above the waistband of my underwear. It looked strangle
incongruous with the little silk bow on my panties across its middle.
But oh was I turned on. I could feel the wetness between my legs and I
hoped I didn't make any stain on the object inside my knickers. I
slipped my panties down with one hand, the other holding the penis
against me. Then I stood in profile to see what the penis would look
like as if I was a man. I put the base between my legs and looked at
the upward arching object, looking strange on me with my bra and white
socks. I couldn't resist stroking it the way the girls did in the
picture.
I couldn't stand any longer, I lay on the bed and allowed the
artificial penis to lightly rub against my tummy, then tracing down
between my legs. Oh it was heaven, the firm hardness against my warm
softness. I could feel myself swollen and wet between my legs and I
tipped the end of this man against my very feminine private lips. I
was so wet that the member easily slipped along between the puffy wet
lips of my girlhood. I pick up the magazine again at the page that had
really turned my own, where the boy was putting his penis into the
girl. As I studied the picture I pressed the head of the artificial
penis up into myself. I could feel it go in until it would go no
further. Oh God this was terrific. Instinct made me move it out, and
then in again. As my own sexual pleasure heightened I eventually
pushed harder and, with a sharp pain, the penis went right inside. The
pain startled me, but it soon subsided. Looking at the page I moved
the penis and out, and with each stroke I got closer to that first and
only feeling I'd had like this. One more stroke and I pushed it hard
into me and I could feel that orgasm start. Oh what a powerful
feeling. I gasped and gasped and then collapsed on my bed. After I
recovered I nipped to the toilet to clean myself up as well as my
artificial friend. I went back to my room and put my skirt and blouse
back on again and then tidied my bed up. I went into mum and dad's
room to take the items back that I 'borrowed'. I then realised I
hadn't put my panties back on again. I went back to my room and there
they were, in a little bundle on the floor. I put my legs into them
and wiggled them on before dropping my skirt.
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Please let me know if it is worth carrying on with this story. I might
be boring you to death. Please email and tell me what you think Elaine
does next.
elaineuk123@yahoo.com