‘It happened to me’ October 2015
written by:
Sexy Sadie

About the author: As will be noted from my Author profile, I have a background in DTP (DeskTop Publishing), and some while after I purchased my 1st PC I regularly contributed to an internet magazine.

Annie's confession:

A hot summer's day and Annie of Midlands is making the most of it out in the garden. Annie likes to sunbathe naked, and feels safe in her secluded garden. But when the DVD repair man arrives, that isn't the only thing that gets fixed...

I want to tell you about something that happened this summer. I was expecting a man to call sometime during the day to have a look at our DVD recorder, which hadn't been working properly. It was a very hot sunny day and I simply adore sunbathing, usually nude, in our secluded garden. Eventually my love of the sun got the better of me and I went out into the garden, thinking that I would hear the repair van at the front and have time to slip into some clothes before going to meet the man.

Several times I dressed rapidly on hearing a vehicle, only to discover that it was out in the street. Then I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew was that a man was standing contemplating my nude body. It was the DVD repair man, and while he apologised for his intrusion, I struggled into my dress, blushing and trying not to show him too much. He watched with a grin on his face.

There wasn't much wrong with the machine, and fixing it quickly, he said he'd test it with a film he carried for that purpose. It was a very sexy film and I found myself growing warm. I sat on the settee, embarrassed to realise that I was squirming and rubbing my thighs together. He sat beside me, no doubt aware that the film was having the desired effect on me. Later I learned that he had seduced several women in the same way.

Suddenly his hand was on my knee and sliding rapidly under my dress and up my leg. Being naked beneath it, he had no difficulty finding what he wanted. My legs seemed to drift apart of their own accord as he fingered me. I became aware of him undoing his jeans with his free hand, but was still startled when I found his hot cock in my hand. However, I played with it while he continued to stroke my slit, making me wriggle even more.

Soon my dress was off and he contrived somehow to get his own clothes off without pausing in his fingering of me. I looked at him fearfully, for he was a much bigger man than my husband, muscular and tattooed. He positioned me so that my bottom was perched on the very edge of the settee and knelt at my feet. It was delicious the way he licked up my legs from the knee, his tongue getting ever closer to my moist sex. It flicked across it, making me gasp. I held the back of his head with one hand, the other gripping the arm of the settee as his tongue lapped at my tender orifice. I was crying out loudly, it was so nice.

I had experienced several lovely orgasms by the time I was penetrated by Dennis's manhood. He did it to me on the carpet, his firm cock driving in and out with mighty thrusts while I writhed and yelled beneath him. I met my powerful lover several times before he moved, and enjoyed many gorgeous orgasms under his expert hands, tongue and phallus.

I was unable to keep it to myself and eventually confessed to my husband. Contrary to my expectation, after the initial surprise, he wasn't angry. In fact, he often gets me to tell him about my lovemaking with Dennis prior to our own, and it's at his suggestion that I've written to you. Now, like some of your correspondents, he wants me to take another lover so that he can watch.

Jenny's seduction:

High school lessons can be dull, especially if you're an eighteen year old boy at the threshold of manhood. But when the new tutor is mini skirted blonde Jenny of Dartford, the youthful Martin enjoys his education to the full...

I should like to tell your readers about a sexual encounter that I had recently. My name is Jenny and I'm twenty two years old, with long legs and firm breasts. I'm a blonde and I love having sex. I like to wear short skirts and tight fancy knickers.

Last summer, having graduated as a tutor, I went to a nearby Academy school for the afternoon to take a class of eighteen year olds. I know it sounds corny, but I have a strong attraction for teenage boys, and driving into the school grounds my mouth watered at the sight of some boys playing tennis in the rain. They were wearing white T-shirts and shorts that stuck to their hard physiques.

I was shown to my class by the deputy head. He was a big middle-aged man with whiskers who put his hand behind my back as we walked down the corridor. He took long looks at my stockinged legs and at my breasts jumping about under a soft clinging pink jumper, but I had my eye on younger meat. Imagine my delight when, after quieting down a rowdy class, I caught sight of a beautiful young lad at the front, sitting alone.

He was tall, with a thin, muscular build, and a pretty suntanned face with high cheek-bones and a pouting mouth. He was blond and dressed immaculately in tight grey trousers, little towelling socks, brown shoes and a blue shirt. His sleeves were rolled up as he worked and I stared longingly at his slim arms and at the gold necklace that peeked from the top of his open top collar.

He was working very hard and I sat up straight against the stiff wooden chair with my long legs crossed so that he might glimpse the bare leg above the white stocking top and bit of suspender belt. Already I was feeling randy. Towards the end of the lesson, he came up to the desk and asked me a question about the exercise I had set them. I asked him what his name was and he said it was Martin. He spoke very softly and shyly and I noticed he had clear blue eyes and a pretty jaw. He blushed when I asked him to come round the desk to my side and watch me show him how to work out the problems.

Then I got him to sit in the teacher's chair to get at the books more easily and as I stood up to exchange places I brushed my body against his and lightly touched his hips. His nipples were sticking out hard against his thin shirt; it was cold in the classroom and I could clearly see their dark small outlines. We worked for a few minutes and I could feel my cunt aching in my pants as we talked, with my mouth close to his wispy blond hair and small ears. As he rose to go at the end of the lesson, I allowed my hand to brush down his back and hard small buttocks. I could see the sharp cleft the trousers made between his cheeks and the hard bulge in his trousers. I apologised sexily and he blushed again.

Within a fortnight I was invited back to the school by the deputy head. I was feeling extra sexy because I hadn't been fucked for a week. I wore a thin red blouse with no bra and my tits wobbled as I walked. I also wore a short white skirt that rose up my ass when I bent over and a pair of tiny red cotton panties with no stockings, just a pair of white high-heeled shoes strapped around my ankles and an ankle chain.

My cunt ached with frustration and excitement when I was shown into a small mobile classroom in the playground. In there was a class of boys who had missed rugby because it was raining. They were reading books and talking, and mainly still in their sports stuff. Martin was sitting right at the front. He looked fabulous in loose cotton boxer shorts that were cut away at the hip to reveal pale towelling pants. His shirt was one of those baggy one with alternating navy blue and mauve hoops around it and the chain still hung round his neck. His legs were long, smooth and muscular, tanned all over with stripey towelling socks and trainers; they'd changed from their studded boots.

All through the lesson I shivered with excitement and cold in the chair. My tits felt hard as rocks and I gently undid another button so I could watch my chest heave as I worked. The wooden chair was cold against my pussy. When the bell went the boys left and I called to Martin, who came over blushing. I asked him how his lesson was getting on and then we talked about how cold it was. I said he must be frozen in his shorts.

I said I was surprised he had no hairs on his legs; they were as smooth as a baby's, but hard and strong, with big thigh muscles. I put out a hand and ran it over the smooth contour. His shorts were baggy and from where I stood I could see his prick encased in tight pants. I asked if his chest was hairy and he laughed, saying it wasn't. I said it must be, and asked to look. He was surprised, but raised his loose shirt over his torso. It was hard and young looking, smooth down to his navel.

I said my chest wasn't hairy either and put his hand inside my blouse so he felt the top of my breast. He blushed scarlet and said he had to go, but I said I needed him to help me get some things from the store room to the classroom. We went into the cold room with a window to the playing fields. The books were high on the shelves. Martin climbed up above me on a desk and pulled at a stack while I looked at his legs. When he came down I asked if he shaved his legs. He said he did, as he didn't like hairs. I wanted to know if he had hairs anywhere - he said he had a few.

We sat on the edge of a desk and I stroked his thighs. I told him to take off his shirt because I wanted to check that he was smooth. He obeyed and pulled it off and sat beside me with his arms supporting him and his body hard and muscley. I ran, a hand along his chest and tweeked his nipple. He seemed somewhat nervous I noticed. I told him to stand in front of me and he did so with his head bent and a little boy lost expression on his face. I pulled his shorts down and he stood there in his small, tight pants.

I ran my hand along his thigh and over his buttocks and back. I pulled my blouse off, and kissed his nipples and then his neck and mouth. Crouching down, I told him to sit on his haunches, and released my skirt. I told him to touch my cunt. He lightly brushed the triangle of red cotton. I smoothed my hands up over his shoulders and asked him to make a muscle. He did a Charles Atlas pose and I licked his neck where the chain had hung against his hard muscles. Taking his slim, tanned hand, I put it inside my panties at the front.

Then I told him to turn around. I slipped off my wet knickers and played with my clit for a moment. He crouched down facing me, looking coy and smiling now. He let his hand drop behind his back, and I licked his pants which covered his bulging prick. I then pushed my pussy forward and, sitting bare-assed on the floor told him to play with my clit, which he did as I squirmed on the ground. Then we stood up. He pulled down his pants, allowing his huge stiff prick to bounce free. I ran my hands between his bare smooth pink cheeks and under his balls. He sat down and I moved my mouth up and down his prick licking and sucking it until he groaned and writhed with pleasure, raising his bottom from the chair for me to hold and fondle.

I got on a chair and asked him stand in front of me. His legs were big and strong, his face cute, with high cheek-bones and soft blond hair sweaty against his lean, tanned body. I stroked and caressed him. Then I told him to sit across my lap, which he did. We hugged and cuddled, with his prick pushing at my clit. I told him to go and sit on the floor. He held himself up by his arms, with his head on his shoulder and his legs apart, his prick erect in the air.

I lowered my cunt down onto his rod and his look of exhaustion turned to open-mouthed agony. He sucked on my tit that I pushed into his face, and I tweeked and scratched at his birdlike chest until he pounded and thrust into me, making us arch our backs and moan. Then he let me roll onto my back and launched into me with his buttocks rising into the air and his prick ramming into my cunt. His hands played with my tits until we clung together and tensed in the crazed excitement of the moment before he started to cum.

I pulled out his cock and let the hot white liquid fall into my hands while he watched with amazed eyes as I smeared it across our bodies. I've had sex with many young men since I met Martin. I think I'm going to enjoy being a tutor.

Marjorie's erotic discovery:

If you don't knock you don't get in, right? Wrong! Marjorie gets plenty in when she lets herself into a friend's house and surprises her pal's son, Gordon, who she finds sitting in the living room, sex mag in one hand and in the other an erection that's getting more pumping than a bike with two flat tyres...

Although being considered attractive for 44 years of age, I have not had sex since my husband died 5 years ago, although I do confess to being a regular masturbator. However, one day I decided to go and visit my good friend Vera, who also happens to be a widow. When I arrived at Vera's home I did as I had always done in the past and entered without knocking. Once inside, I walked straight through into the lounge, fully expecting to find Vera in her favourite chair watching afternoon t.v.

Much to my shock and amazement sitting in the chair wasn't Vera but her 20 year old son Gordon, with a sex magazine in one hand and the most massive prick in the other. He was wanking himself into a frenzy. Being obviously carried away with himself you can imagine the scene which followed when he suddenly looked up from his magazine and saw me standing directly in front of him. (I still have a giggle at the thought of him jumping up, trying to get that monster back inside his trousers.)

Knowing that Gordon would be highly embarrassed, I told him that if he really liked reading that sort of thing I would bring him some of my own to read. Having heard this, Gordon said he would like that and it seemed to make things a lot less embarrassing for him. With things now back to normality, Gordon explained that his mother had gone to visit her sister in Liverpool and would be gone for a few days at least. He then offered to make a coffee and it was while we were drinking this that Gordon said he was rather surprised to hear that I read sexy magazines.

I jokingly told him that I only bought it to read the confessions stories and see the "One for the ladies" pictures, as that was the nearest I could get to a man these days. Gordon replied that he couldn't quite believe that excuse, and when I asked him what he got out of sex magazines I was quite astonished when he told me he went most for photos of women pissing.

This sort of talk was by now having a great effect inside my knickers and the thought of that massive prick inside his trousers was only making things worse. The crunch came when, finishing the last of my coffee, I told Gordon that I would have to go to the loo. Gordon smiled at this and said: "Do you mind if I watch?" There was no way that I was going to pass up this chance and openly I invited him to come and watch.

Once in the toilet I took off my dress, knickers and tights but rather than sit on the toilet I climbed into the bath and just stood there pissing what seemed a lake in front of my young admirer. All of this was too much for Gordon and he immediately took out his massive tool and began tossing himself furiously, which culminated in him spunking uncontrollably down the side of my leg. Once that was over we went straight from the bathroom into Gordon's bedroom where I took off the rest of my clothes and Gordon took off all of his.

By now my pussy was practically on fire and I could hardly wait for the feeling of that massive prick inside me. Gordon, however, had other ideas, and said that the sight of my hairy pussy had got him going so much that he just had to lick me out. Well, I might be showing ignorance here a little bit, but I had never had this done to me before. The feeling of his tongue licking away at my throbbing clit drove me to the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. Once I had cum I demanded Gordon fuck me immediately. With my legs wide apart Gordon began to manoeuvre his prick into my starving cunt.

Although Gordon was more than gentle in guiding his massive cock into my tight little hole he kept asking me to tell him if it hurt and I answered that the feeling he was giving me as he inched it in was out of this world and told him in no uncertain terms that I wanted his full length inside me. This he eventually managed and I honestly thought it would come out of my mouth.

With my legs firmly wrapped around him like a vice, Gordon began shafting me for all he was worth, and the feeling of his giant young balls bouncing off my bum was only adding to my delight. By now Gordon couldn't hold back any longer, and with a few deep thrusts of his huge cock, he emptied his excited young spunk deep into my pussy, at the same time bringing me to a climax. My scream must have alerted the whole street.

While we were lying on our backs catching our breaths, Gordon admitted that he had always wanted to fuck me. Taking hold of his limp cock I then began wanking him very slowly and in no time at all had that super cock of his standing up like a flagpole. At this point Gordon suggested that we get into the 69 position, and remembering what he had done with his tongue a little earlier, I didn't have to be asked twice.

Settled into this position, I took his gorgeous knob into my mouth while once again Gordon began to tantalise my clit with his tongue. I couldn't hang on any longer and once again set off on another screeching orgasm, which also set off Gordon, who sent thick blobs of spunk rocketing into my mouth. With my frustrations all being released, I gladly accepted Gordon's invitation to stay the night with him, and what a night it was too.

Next morning, however, meant that I had to scurry along to the Family Planning Clinic and sheepishly ask for a ‘morning after' pill and also make arrangements for future contraception, because if my day with Gordon had taught me one thing it was that five celibate years are more than enough.

Editor's note: Names and places have been changed to protect the innocent.