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 How I became a pervert!
   I suppose my first real sexual encounter with another human being was
when I was about eight.  I'd gone out to play with a friend, and we'd come
across one of the older boys from the village we lived in.  He was about
sixteen, a man really, in physical tems.  Under the pretence of going look
for rabbits, he took us to an old shed in the corner of a field, and got us
to take down our shorts.  This of course to us, was an bit of an adventure.
You see, contrary to what most newspapers and MP's would have you believe,
most boys are dead keen to get involved in anything smutty, and getting it
out in front of other boys was, to us at least, quite normal!  Anyway, we
were quite surprised, awestruck in fact, when he undid his trousers and
produced what looked to us, to be an enormous dick!  Or at least it was
compared to our immature ones.  He then proceeded to demonstrate the art of
masturbation, and after we'd tried it ourselves, he very kindly let us do
it to him.  Today this would be a serious sexual offence, involving a
possible prison sentence for him, and inclusion in the sexual offenders
register.  In the nineteen fifties it was just boys being boys.
   Sometime later, whilst helping out on a local farm, my young colleague
and I happened upon a group of village women who were taking a tea break in
the field they were working in.  Being devious oiks, we didn't just go up
to them and say 'hello'.  Oh No!  Not for us common socialising.  We hid in
the hedge and spied on them.  Having finished their tea break, they all lit
up cigarettes, but one of them got to her feet, and strolled over to the
hedgerow we were hiding in, and to our delight, hitched up her skirts,
squatted in full view of us, and had a pee.  We not only had a grandstand
view of her bare fanny, but also a demonstration of how the aforementioned
female bit works!  It also struck us as shocking that she wore no knickers!
We talked about nothing else for days.  Now, being country boys, we knew
all about the birds and the bees.  Or to be more precise; dogs, rabbits,
cattle, sheep and pigs.  All of which we'd seen mating in the fields,
streets, or in their hutches.  Sex was no mystery, but human sex was a rare
commodity that had so far alluded us.
   Later, when I was fourteen, my mate and I managed to talk two of the
local girls into taking us to one of their houses when her parents were
out. We all lost our clothes, and there was much fondling, rubbing, sucking
and even licking, but no actual shagging.  The pill hadn't been invented
yet, and so real sex was a no no unless you had a condom.  We had no money,
and therefore no condom, ergo, no sex.  I suppose the plus side was that
AIDS hadn't turned up yet either.  Both girls were quite undeveloped,
though they both had the beginnings of tits and a little pubic hair.  Freda
and Shirley were the source of many a masturbation fantasy after that,
although a few years later I did get a drunk Freda to drop her knickers for
me, behind the local pub.
   It was shortly after the episodw with Freda and Shirley, that Peter and
I discovered the local gamekeepers daughter, Janice.  She was quite tall,
slim, long mousey hair, slightly protruding teeth, an IQ in single figures.
She had recently developed a quite respectable pair of titties.  It was
(predictably) the latter that drew our attention to this previously dowdy
and unremarkable girl.  Out on our bikes one day, the two of us came across
Janice walking down the long lonely road that led to her house in the
woods. Peter, always the forward one, offered her a lift on his crossbar,
which she duly accepted.  It turned out that she had been experimenting
with her little brother, and had grown quite interested in what boys had.
So when she found herself in the company of two boys who were somewhat
older than her little brother, she was quite open to any suggestions that
might be made.  By the time we were halfway to her house, the bikes were
abandonned and the three of us were naked behind the hedge in the field. 
She was somewhat surprised by the difference in size between our penises
and her brothers, but she seemed to consider them quite acceptable.  Janice
also had no idea about condoms, pregnancy or sexually transmitted diseases,
so the shagging, once we'd all figured out how to do it, was considerable!
I had to wait and watch as my mate took first turn with Janice, and I guess
it was when I got between her willing thighs and slid into that lovely
tight (sperm filled) pussy of hers that I first aquired my liking for
'sloppy seconds'.  A bit hard to avoid really, when your first ever shag is
when you're second in the queue!  Never the less, it did not diminish the
experience; indeed it seemed to enhance it for the enthusiastic Janice.  It
was dark by the time we got her home.
   Janice also figured in the aquisition of another of my little foibles.
Having discovered this source of sexual activity, we were often to be found
hanging about near the woods.  And every time she saw us, the lovely Janice
came out of the house and the three of indulged in a little hanky panky. 
It was during one of these tysts, whilst I was busily humping Janice, that
Peter decided my naked bottom may well be a source of pleasure whilst he
was awaiting his turn.  Not being one to waste time or words, he got behind
me and started working his cock into my bum.  He wasn't a big lad, if you
know what I mean, so it didn't hurt, and I was far too busy with Janice to
stop him.  Besides, it was exciting and just another bit of sexual
experimentation to me.  So we ended up with Janice lying on her back with
me on top of her (doing her) and my mate on top of the pair of us, doing
me! Inevitably Janice wanted to know what it was like, so, ever obliging,
we all changed around, Me under Janice doing her pussy and Peter behind her
doing her bum.  She later complained about there being twice the mess, and
about the wet farts, but announced that apart from these two minor
drawbacks, it was quite good.  From then on, niether of us waited our turn!
   One day we discovered that Janice wasn't living at the Gamekeeper's
Lodge anymore.  Her parents and brother were, but she had gone to live with
an Aunt somewhere in the South of England.
   Peter had an older sister, Jennifer.  Blonde, big and loudmouthed.  One
day when I was at his house, she started talking to us about sex.  Did we
know what it was, had we ever seen a naked girl, did we masturbate?  Well,
we twigged immediately that she had something in mind, so we went along
with it.  Yes, we'd heard about sex, no we hadn't seen a naked girl, and
what was masturbation?  Always tell a girl what she wants to hear!
   True to expectations, she started on us.  First she wanted to see our
dicks, then, as part of the deal, she got her tits out for us.  And what a
pair of beauties they were!  Light pink nipples atop two of the firmest,
largest tits a nineteen year old ever had.  She said we could touch them if
we wanted.  She giggled and squealed enough for a netball team as we leapt
on her and suckled like a couple of starving babies.  Despite the squealing
and token resistance, we stripped her on the kitchen floor, and, for once,
I was first!  However, even though the pill HAD ben invented now, (this was
the swinging sixties) she wasn't on it, and so demanded I pull out of her
before I'd finished.  At first I was a bit peeved, but she made it up to
me. Much to her brother's amazement and my sheer delight, she knelt on the
floor and gave me my first blow job.  Sister or not, Peter wasn't going to
miss out on any action, so as she knelt there, on the floor with my dick in
her mouth, he got behind her and gave her a good seeing to from behind.  I
can still remember him pulling out and shooting his load over her back and
even on my chest.  He might not have had the world's biggest cock, but his
balls certainly worked well!  As for me, I fell in love with Jennifer as I
came and felt her swallowing my offering.
   So it was I ended up with a fetish for group sex, a liking for recently
used pussies, and quite willing to sleep with a woman AND her husband.  I
suppose my liking for schoolgirls is a throwback to Freda and Shirley. 
Oddly though, I'm unable to come in any girl's mouth.  All that is, except
my lovely Jennifer, whom I had the pleasure of quite a few times after
that.
   
  
How I became a pervert