Be Careful What You Wish For.

Be Careful What You Wish For.

I had a massive crush on Allan Robertson from the first day I saw him, when we finally did hook up, let's just say.... it was a major disappointment.

Have you ever met someone that for reasons you can't explain, they just take your breath away, they steal your heart and for reasons you just can't explain, you know that if they were to touch you just once, you'd let them do whatever they wanted to your fragile teen body.....

That was me with Allan Robertson....

Growing up the shy daughter of successful parents, I guess the one thing that stood out about me was the fact that before I even went to high school, I was reading at least one romantic novel a month. I loved the idea that someday, a handsome prince charming would ride into my life, lift me onto his horse and ride me all the way back to his castle, before stripping me naked and making me his adoring princess.

As a teenager, I was pretty mixed up about many things, but outwardly I came across as shy but highly intelligent. While other girls my age were dating and having meltdowns about boys, I seemed to sail in different, calmer waters, yet the truth was, I had a high sex drive and a very open mind.

As the daughter of conservative parents with old fashioned values and who were respected in our local community, I was bright enough to realise that if I had sex with a boy too early and it got back to my parents, my dad would never talk to me again, and my mum would be so disappointed in me that I wouldn't be able to live with the shame. To this day, I still can't remember when I decided on the hard and fast rule that I wasn't going to have sex until I was 18, yet, if I'm honest, there was always going to be one exception to that rule and that was Allan Robertson.

For me, learning to masturbate and fantasising was such a massive improvement to my mental health. At first when I began to masturbate and thought about guys, I felt so guilty afterwards, yet as time passed, I got more comfortable with the idea that as long as I wasn't doing something stupid, who was I really hurting?

For me, the upside of solo sex was, if I went a few days without it, I really did become like a cat on a hot tin roof, I got grouchy with my parents and friends in school, I couldn't concentrate and worst of all, I would just sit and think about boys all the time.

If I took my medicine, fifteen minutes later, I was refreshed, I felt like spring had sprung, I was revived and felt back to my old self, yet, sadly when I was dating and not having sex before I got married, on average, I was masturbating about four times a week.

So let me explain a few things before I get into my story.

For me, two very profound things shaped my thoughts about sex, and for practicality's sake, let us just assume that they both happened around the time of my 18th birthday.

The first profound things that happened to me involved theft on my part. As the daughter of shop keepers who owned their own general store. My dad's shop sold adult magazines. Each magazine that came into the shop was placed in a white modesty cover that only showed the name of the magazine. Every so often my dad would take all the magazines that hadn't sold, through to the back shop and would fill in the returns form before sending them back to the wholesaler to get his money back. From time to time, my dad would leave them in the back shop for several days on end before getting around to doing them.

Like any normal teenager I knew what they were, but I'd never actually seen inside one. Now, as you can probably guess, curiosity got the better of me and one day while my dad was busy talking to one of his many suppliers, I went into the back shop to use the toilet. I saw the returns sheet, it wasn't even marked so I knew my dad hadn't counted the magazines, and in a rush of blood to the head, I grabbed the first magazine that came to hand and stuffed it into my bag and bolted into the toilet.

I was so desperate to see what was inside that I even considered sitting there on the toilet and having a look, but as I gave it more thought, I realised that wasn't a very good idea. Firstly, what if I got aroused? I would have to masturbate in the shop toilet and if I started to moan softly, what if my dad heard me?

I was desperate to see what lay within those glossy pages but I had to wait, I had to do my two hours working with my dad then finally once I got home, I had to wait until my parents were in bed and settled before I could pull that magazine out and see what I was missing.

Sure enough, my 11pm, my dad was fast asleep, my mum was lying reading one of her books and I sneaked my magazine out from my old bag under my bed. I carefully and quietly pulled off the plastic to see a very beautiful busty teen girl posing on the front cover. Yet inside, filled my mind with images that I couldn't believe. Some of the girls were just posing in different stages of undress, but others were naked and having sex.

One blonde girl, who wasn't exactly model material, she was with a guy who clearly had a very long cock. She sucked his cock; I loved that image because I wanted to suck so many cocks when I finally got round to going out and getting drunk. Then her man began to fuck her shaven pussy, I had always wondered if shaving my pussy would feel better and be better for guys.

Then finally my eyes seemed to fixate on how she knelt doggy style on the floor as her man slowly eased his cock into her willing ass, the first shot was of his helmet pressing against her ass hole, the second shot showed his helmet just inside her and the look of lust on her teen face, then finally the third shot showed him almost "balls deep" inside her ass as she arched her back and her face told me that she had fulfilled a fantastic dream.

Obviously, I began to touch myself as I looked at that wonderful cock and imagined that guy coming to my house and (while my parents were out) he would take me to my bedroom, strip me naked then start by feeding me his wonderful long cock. As my arousal grew, suddenly he was lying on top of me fucking me like a stallion as I lay there loving the feel of his long cock inside me.

Less than a minute before my orgasm I was so aroused that I rolled onto my hands and knees on my bed and continued to fantasise as I looked at that photo of his cock in that girl's ass and I knelt there fantasising about him doing that to me.

My orgasm was swift and bloody amazing.

Yet, I felt so guilty that I stole that magazine from my dad's shop that while my dad was in toilet, I pulled three quid from my purse and put it into my dad's cash register.

The second incident happened with my best friend called Kimberley.

Kimberley and I were complete opposites, while I was shy, Kimberley was such a live wire. She was also a bit of a nut job at times and she was really man crazy. Over the years, I realised that Kimberley had so many issues with guys, one of them being that she believed that love and sex were the same thing.

Kimberley would meet a guy, the moment he told her that he really liked her or loved her, Kimberley had to prove to him that she loved him just as much, if not more. Most of her boyfriend's thought they had won the world lottery. Kimberley would give them blowjobs and let them cum in her mouth, she would have sex with them and let them talk dirty to her and some of the more special boyfriends got to have anal sex with her.... and I got to hear all the juicy details.

By the time Kimberley and I turned 21, I only had five sexual partners, Kimberley had been with close to forty guys. Kimberley and I are still friends, and to date, she's been married twice, she's had at least seven threesomes with two guys, and two threesomes involving her and another woman.

She has five kids to three different men and while she is currently single right now, she is having sex with a guy ten years younger than her and she is happy to admit that it's not about love, it's about sex.

So, Kimberley had two older brothers, Matt was the most outgoing of the two, he was four years older than Kimberley and one day while the house was empty, Kimberly went snooping in Matt's room and found a bag of DVDs under his bed.

Kimberley swiped a couple and went to her bedroom, the first one she watched then hid inside another DVD case, she loved the DVD so much, she wanted to keep it, but the second DVD she brought over to my place and asked me to watch it and tell her what I thought.

"What is it?" I asked unaware that it was her brothers.

"Just watch it when you're alone" Kimberley told me as I agreed then the following Saturday while my parents were working, I woke up just after 11am and after getting myself a coffee downstairs it felt like the perfect time to check out the DVD.

It had four 15 minutes clips on it, the first was an amateur teen couple making out on a bed. The camera stayed in the same place but did zoom in and out. The couple lay kissing then the guy unbuttoned the shy looking girl's blouse and began sucking her nipples, then she was happy to let him put his hand up her skirt, suddenly he was unzipping himself and guiding his erection to her cute little teen mouth.

Seeing a photo of a girl sucking a cock was one thing, watching it happen on film was so arousing that I quickly stripped out of my pyjama's and got myself into a comfortable position and watched this amazing girl suck her boyfriend's cock, but not only that, she even let him push it into her throat.

Then she was lying underneath him moaning like crazy as he fucked her to orgasm before pulling out of her and Cumming on her soft face. I was just getting close to my orgasm as the clip finished, I felt my arousal begin to fade as the scene for the second video began.

This time, a couple was out for a walk in the country and they stopped to make out. Like before, she sucked his cock which clearly got me going, then he bent her over a small wall and began to fuck her pussy. At that point, I knew I was going to orgasm watching that clip.

To my utter shock and arousal, he was half way through fucking her when he pulled out of her pussy and without saying anything, he slowly shoved his cock into her tight ass as the girl moaned softly.

"Tara, I swear, I'll be really quick" he gasped as she moaned "Okay".

Next thing I knew I was in an utter state of arousal as I hoped that some guy would burst into my room and do to me what that guy was doing to his girlfriend. I masturbated frantically then with my other hand pushed my index finger into my asshole to simulate the experience of being anally fucked.

The following Saturday, not only had I found an old hairbrush with a thick wooden handle, I watched that video again, but this time, I slowly shoved that wooden handle up my ass and lay moaning as I fucked my ass to orgasm.

It took me about three weeks to finally see parts 3 and 4. the third part was a drunk girl having a threesome. She knelt on the bed sucking one friend as the other friend fucked her pussy, again, I wanted that done to me. Then finally I watched in utter shock as she sat on top of one guy and to my disbelief (I didn't know it was possible) the other guy eased himself into her ass and they both began to fuck her.

I lay there masturbating as I watched that scene over and over again until finally, I cried out "Oh do it to me, and don't stop", then had a massive orgasm.

The fourth and final clip was an older woman being paid to have a gangbang, yes I liked the idea of going from cock to cock sucking each one in turn, then letting each of those guys take their turn with me, I watched two guys cum on her face as she scooped that white cream to her mouth then placed with it on her tongue before swallowing the lot.

Even before I'd seen porn there was something about letting a guy cum in my mouth that appealed to me and swallowing just felt like a natural extension of that.

Needless to say, that by the time I finally met Jim (my husband) I was 24 and I'd wore that DVD out, it had so many scratches on it, that parts of it couldn't be watched.

So let's get real for a second, there are three things about women that most men either know or don't know.

Firstly, what a woman fantasises about and what she will actually do with a boyfriend is totally different. Some women are terrified that if they are too good in bed, when things go wrong, he will tell the world she's a slut and so we do enough to keep them happy, but we won't let ourselves go fully.

Secondly what a woman in her teens and twenties tells her friends and what she does with her boyfriend is worlds apart too. I currently work as a nurse and our team can turn the air blue with smutty talk, especially when we have a girl's night. About eight of us show up, we get drunk and we talk about sex. I was happy to admit that Jim and I have a wonderful sex life, I was also happy to admit that Jim gets what he asks for. And over the years we've all admitted to what we do for our husbands. Half of us do anal sex semi regularly, about 70% of us admitted to trying anal sex and most of my team are happy to admit that they give regular blowjobs and a third of us swallow on a regular basis.

Let me tell you, in my 20's I would never have admitted to any of that stuff, but with age comes trust and the need to enjoy yourself and be honest.

And finally, what a woman fantasises about and what she believes she will do for a guy is poles apart, but most women know that if she meets that special guy, what she will do for other guys and what she will do for him is completely different.

The moment I met Jim, I knew I was in love and I was infatuated with him, I also knew that I was playing in a league much higher than I should have been. Yet I was so determined to prove my worth to him that (in the first year alone) I let him have anal sex with me whenever he wanted, I let him cum on my face, he came in my mouth most nights and I even swallowed pretty regularly too. We watched porn together and I let him talk dirty to me as he finger fucked me and I even let him pee in my mouth and over my head just so that we could try something kinky.

If you had asked me a month before I met Jim if I would do half of those things, I would have laughed at you and told you to seek medical advice. Yet, I was so taken by Jim that I wanted to be his wife and I was desperate to please him any way I could.

And the irony of the situation was, I felt the same way about Allan Robertson.

So let me get to my story, about how perceptions can be so misleading.

As a teenager, I would say that 70 percent of my fantasies involved Allan either alone or with his best pal Brian. My three favourite fantasies were, Allan and I dating and Allan taking me back to meet his parents, and while I was there Allan took me up to his bedroom and locked the door before asking me if I loved him.

I nodded shamefully as Allan asked me to kneel on the bedroom floor. I did as he asked as Allan walked towards me then undid his jeans and pushed them down and without saying a word, he grabbed my head and pushed his cock to my mouth.

He didn't need to say anything I knew what he wanted and as I felt his hard mushroom press against my lips, I knew I had to do what he wanted.

At first, I struggled to find a comfortable way and pace to suck him but after a few seconds, it almost felt like riding a bike, once I got it, I was off and in under half a minute of sucking Allan, he was moaning about what a great job I was doing.

"Hazel, do you like sucking my cock?" he moaned as I nodded with my mouth full.

"Do you want me to cum in your mouth?" Allan asked as he held my head and now, I was trying to alter the depth as Allan began to push into my mouth. Once again, I nodded.

"If I cum in your mouth, you have to swallow it all, do you think you can do that?" Allan asked as I knelt there and once again nodded. I didn't care how bad it tasted, I wanted to be Allan's girl and I was prepared to do anything to please him.

For several minutes Allan face fucked my soft teen features, I knelt there enjoying the thought of that wash building up in my mouth being partly his pre-cum and partly my saliva, and when I got the chance, I paused just long enough to swallow it all. I was so infatuated with him that I felt so pleased with myself that finally I had something of him, inside me.

Yet, just as I felt confidence in myself, I felt Allan push the back of my head but this time, he kept pushing and I felt his helmet invade my throat. My gag reflex flared up instantly but my brain scrambled to work out how to react.

Was Allan testing me to see if I really did love him as much as I claimed, because if I did love him as much as I said I did. I would happily let him throat fuck me; I would want him to be so happy that I'd do anything to please him.

By the time I felt him push into my throat again, I knew what I had to do, I had to let him deep throat me, even if he pushed it right in, even if it was the worst thing of my life, I loved Allan far too much to lose him just because of something stupid like that.

In many ways, my fantasies helped me understand who I was and how far I would go for the right guy and this fantasy proved that.

As I knelt there feeling Allan use my throat, he finally ordered me to stand up and strip naked from the waist down and kneel face down on the bed. I took off my trousers then turned to face the bed as I pulled down my plain panties and finally climbed onto the side of his bed as I pushed my cheek to his mattress and waited.

At 5'5 with dark brown hair cut in very modest style, I was good looking but lacking in confidence, I didn't realise it until I was in my mid 20's. I had that innocent girl next door thing happening on my teen face and most guys liked that. With B cup breasts and a petite size four frame, I never felt confident about my skinny body and pale skin. I did trim my pussy hair from time to time but did resist the urge to shave my pussy until my early twenties.

So there I am, face down, ass up, as Allan is standing behind me, I feel him use two fingers to prize apart my virgin pussy lips. He knows I'm a virgin and he knows I want sex so badly that I'll do anything to please him.

Then finally I feel him press against me, then I felt tightness, I believe that he won't be able to get his cock inside me, suddenly it's sore, gosh, I really should have used my hair brush in my pussy too. Then bliss, my lover is now inside me and it feels amazing.

"Oh, fuck Hazel, you are so tight" Allan moans as he begins to fuck my pussy slowly, I lie there, face to the right side with my eyes closed as each thrust starts to send nice waves of arousal through my petite body. Allan is resting both of his hands on the top of my ass as I feel him start to slowly build up the pace of his thrusting.

"Oh Hazel, you feel amazing" Allan moans as I'm more than happy to lie there like that and let him continue to fuck me to orgasm.

"Hazel, touch yourself" Allan whispers as I feel a bit awkward at such a request but I do it, but there in, is the irony, as I'm masturbating thinking about Allan fucking me, I'm now on my hands and knees, face down, touching myself and reality and my fantasy have merged.

"Oh, you're doing really well Hazel" Allan groans as I feel proud of myself. I'm letting Allan fuck me but it feels great for me too. I can hear myself moaning and groaning, his cock is sending wave after unbridled wave of lust through my teen body, I don't want him to stop but at the same time I want to feel him cum inside me.

As I kneel there and working my clit feverishly, Allan is picking up the pace as his thrusting is now taking its toll on my fragile teen body. I'm moaning like crazy; I can't believe how amazing it feels to be fucked by a nice hard penis, gosh I wish we could do this every day. Then Allan is driving into me really hard.

"Oh fuck" I gasp as it almost feels as if Allan is trying to push his cock right inside my womb. Some of his heavy lunges are uncomfortable but on the whole we're heading in the right direction, I know my orgasm is under a minute away, I can't wait to feel that bliss and I'm happy to put up with those heavy thrusts if that's what Allan is enjoying.

In real life, I'm working my clit feverishly as I lie ass up, in reality I'm at the same point as my fantasy, I'm moaning so softly so that no one hears me. I'm so aroused that if any guy walked in our front door and up the staircase and opened my bedroom door and saw me. If he whipped down his trousers and pushed inside me, I'd let him. I wouldn't care what age he was or how ugly he was, I was so lost in my arousal that I'd let any guy fuck me.

Yet, my brain always saves the best for last.

So, there I am, in my fantasy, Allan is fucking me like crazy, I feel myself orgasm, but in reality, I've not reached that point, then as I buck on his bed like crazy, Allan doesn't say anything, he just pulls his cock from my pussy and before I come down from that wonderful orgasm, suddenly I feel shock as Allan pushes his cock to my ass and starts to apply pressure.

I think about telling him to stop, I'm not ready to let a guy do that to me, but then I think about who it is. I really do love Allan with all my heart, what if I tell him not to and he dumps me, I can't have that, I love him so much.

"Oh Allan, be careful" I moan as I finally feel my virgin teen ass give into the pressure and suddenly his cock is easing all the way into my ass. It feels uncomfortable but it's Allan, I have to let him take my ass, I'd feel horrible if I let a guy that I didn't love do it to me.

Then I feel Allan move both hands and now he's holding my hips as the last of his cock is pushing into my ass. I'm surprised because I don't feel any pain, then I feel his groin press against my ass cheeks, I know that he's "balls deep" inside my teen ass, and I'm going to let the man of my dreams fuck my ass.

He starts slow, then within seconds slowly builds up the pace, yes it still feels uncomfortable, but just thinking about him being in my ass is driving me crazy again.

"Oh Hazel, your ass feels amazing, are you enjoying it" Allan asked as I hear myself gasp in real life, "yes".

In real life, I'm working my clit feverishly my fingers can't keep up with the intensity coursing through my pussy and clit, I feel like I'm ready to explode into a million pieces, I'm face down, ass up, and as I dream about being fucked in the ass, I now want it to happen in real life so badly. I want to get my hair brush and use that to satisfy myself but I'm too close.

Allan continues to pick up the pace of his fucking, I'm moaning constantly again, Allan grunts "I'm going to cum" then suddenly.... wonderful bliss.

I convulse on the bed, my back arches and bends, I can't believe the rush that's ploughing through my head and body, I've never felt such a crazy rush of orgasm and as my orgasm slowly ebbs away, I can't believe how fast I'm breathing. I lie there ass up for about a minute before finally pulling my pyjama bottoms up and flop down on my bed and lie spent from all the exertion.

I can't believe how wonderful it felt to think about Allan fucking me, I loved the idea of letting him fuck me in my teen ass and I just know that if Allan does chat me up and ask me out, I don't care how easy it makes me look. If Allan wants to fuck my ass. I have to let him.

So that was my first proper fantasy about Allan, that is the one that I liked if I felt normal, but sometimes I felt more needy, more submissive. That required something a little more adventurous,

I guess I should cover that in part two....