Breaking Him In

When I was just 19 and before the Internet was available I was out enjoying myself in the real world. There were always endless of parties and get togethers not forgetting all the plentiful casual teenage sex that came my way.

During this time, my friend Michelle was with this guy and she persuaded me to date his mate so that we could make up a cosy foursome so she’d have someone to tag along with. I wasn't that keen on his mate, but being a excellent friend I obliged, although I knew that it would never lead to anything serious.

One of the most remembered evening’s was when Michelle planned that we’d all stay on her boyfriends, mates farm for the evening and of course she’d crash with her boyfriend and I’d ill have to keep his mate entertained.

So we drove through the villages to the farm where we’d have a few drinks, order a Pizza and watch a movie.

It was not long before each couple went their separate ways and I snuck down with the mate in his farmhouse bedroom, whilst Michelle and her boyfriend crashed in the lounge.

I’d been on a few dates with him before and all we had done was kiss and cuddled, he didn't strike me as a lad with experience so I knew I was not in for a night of sin with an ultimate sex stallion. Never mind I thought, we all have to start somewhere.

I was not wrong, from what I remembered we just kissed, we may have had a fondle but there was definitely no sex before lights out. He seamed a bit nervous having a girl in his bed and he just couldn't relax, I just knew that he was a virgin.

So I lay along side him, trying to sleep but I can hear Michelle’s faint fuck moans coming from the living room, this was so frustrating not having any fun myself.

Eventually I fell asleep myself, but was awoken at 7am by the noisy animals on the farm and to find the mate staring at me and I got the impression that he’d been staring for a very long time.

So I smiled, reached over and kissed him, still feeling horny from the night before, my kisses became aggressive and passionate. I then pushed him down into the bed and straddled my naked body over him, kicking away the duvet as I was warm from the morning sun that shone through the window and over my sweet little tits.

Whilst stroking my hands over is torso, I thought to myself is it right to take this boys virginity, I cannot stop myself from stealing it. I know it is egotistical of me to cherish the thought of him remembering me for the rest of his life, right in this room, with my naked teenage body over him, but with a girl with some experience and girl that dosn't mind taking the lead. Surly not bad for his first fuck?

So I gyrated my wet little my pussy over his boxer shorts where I could feel his cock stiffen beneath me. I smiled and stroked his face.

“No!’ he said
“Shhhh,” I said reaching down to kiss him. “Just relax” I whispered assuring him.

I pulled down his boxer shorts from under me and allowed his cock to lay free, gently
moving my wetness up and down his shaft. I took his cock in my hands and guided it into my tiny cunt, gently easing it in.

He moaned out loud as I gradually drove his cock deep in me and slowly rode him, feeling a nice hole for the first time in his life and me feeling a sense power over him.

“Nice isn't it, ummm your cock feels amazing” I whispered

As expected, he didn't last long, I could see the whites of his eyes as his pupils rolled back into his head, he spasmed under me and his chest bucked as he was about to cum. I began to fuck him harder, he called out my name “Ohhhhhh Jane!” and he then filled me full of his heavenly virgin muck.

He never lasted long enough for me to cum, but I was happy to trade my orgasm for his virginity. We lay close afterwards and I could feel his heart beat thud against me.

When he finally found his voice he said

“Sorry that I didn't last long” with the look of disappointment on his face
“No worries, these things happen” I assured
“Erm, I was a virgin, that was my first time y’know” He confesses
“Really, well your not any more’ I grinned
“I really never realised you were a virgin, you were very good” I added, kissing his brow and smiling.
“Did you cum?” He quizzes desperately
“Umm, yes of course” I lie

Fortunately Michelle never kept her boyfriends for very long and shortly after she broke up with him which meant I didn't have to see his mate anymore, despite his many endless, late night phone calls. The virgin fuck was never to be repeated, but certainly never, ever to be forgotten.

Phone Sex Gone Bad

I had just finished in a 10 year relationship just shortly before I met Ken and I was keen to experiment and was really up for some fun. I felt like a horny parrot that had, had her wings un-clipped.

I still felt reckless when my short affair ended with Ken and for a while I was acting like those 30 something woman you see out on the town, the ones that always dominate the centre of the dance floor when Gloria Gaynor’s “I will survive” beats through the speakers and the words “Just Divorced” and “I’m single lets have sex” obviously screams out of them.

The dance floor was not the place for me then, I was still addicted to the Internet Chat rooms, with my on-line “friends”

When I really should have been out dancing with the 30 something’s I was chatting at home late one Saturday night to someone I hadn’t spoken to before, his name was James from Ireland. After an hour of chatting or so, he asked if he could ring me, to engage in phone sex.

I’ve never been a massive fan of phone sex, always seamed a bit silly and embarrassing but I did it with Ken lots of times because he liked it and it was o.k once you got into it. I seam to recall becoming fairly confident and became quite good at phone sex until this happened.

So I was contemplating allowing James to hear me cum on the phone, like a lot of woman, I find the Irish accent very sexy and I saw the opportunity of hearing his dialogue would bring me of a treat. I could also imagine he is that fit one from Boyzone, I gleefully thought whilst rubbing my pussy.

So James called and it went like this:

James: “So what’s yer neame?”
Jane: “Jane”
James “and where do you cume froom?
Jane: “The Midlands, in England” I added.
James: “What’r you wearing?”
Jane: “Just a little T shirt and a tiny thong”
James: “Umm, sounds grand, what’r you doing noow?”
Jane: “Oh, I’m sitting on my bed, my nipples are peaking through my T’shirt and I feel soooo horny” I whisper.
James: “Are’ye wet? Are you playing with yerself?” he says without any passion in his voice whatsoever.
Jane: “Ummm, would you like me to touch myself? ….. do you have a stiff cock?!”
James: “I, please touch yerself, I want to hear ya pussy squelch dewn tha phoon” he
says completely ignoring my question.
Jane: “Erm ok.. Ohh umm ahhh, I’m playing with my tight little pussy”
James: That’s grand! I want to hear your pussy squelsh, bring tha phoon to your pussy

Strange, I thought, so I kept ignoring what he was saying and continued to wank myself off, until I came quite loudly in his ear pierce.

James “Did you cum good?
Jane “Oh Yes!” I say slightly breathless
James: “Hi Jane, I have something to tell you, you are currently LIVE on a west
Ireland’s pirate radio show” he says all matter-of –fact and radio presenter style. “and do you realise hundreds have tuned in to hear you masturbate?!”
Jane: “Oh FUCK!” and before I could say anymore the phone was dead.

Can you imagine it? I felt sick. I was really appalled with myself and I was extremely angry.

The following Saturday I was out for revenge so I logged into the chat room under a different nick name and soon found James looking for woman to embarrass on his pirate radio show. I soon began flirtatiously chatting with him and in no time at all he gave me his number for the worst phone sex of ones life.

Sexy Sally: “Hi, is his James?”
James: “Erm, I, you know my name?!”
Sexy Sally: “Yeah, can you not remember me? Or maybe you can’t? You came back
to my place last weekend and you were very drunk, so drunk in fact you
failed to get an erection, it wouldn’t had mattered anyway, your cock was the size of cocktail stick and you had a weird thing growing on it”
James: “Uh, EH?
Sexy Sally “Oh and I am pleased I didn’t fuck you, I realised what a fat cunt you are
when I undressed you, you stinky fat fucker.


I then hung up, quite please with myself. A few months later I arranged for my very good friend to print some gay male escort business cards with James’s telephone number on and when I took a city break in Dublin with the girls, I posted them in every telephone box and pub toilet I could find.

After that, I never ventured into chat rooms again or fucked with a stranger on-line, I really learned my lesson. Iv managed to see the funny side now and is always a great topic with my girl friends after a few bottles of wine, after all who else can say they’ve been heard wanking oneself into a frenzied orgasm, by hundreds of West Irish pirate radio listeners?!

Karate Ken Part 2

So after our meeting in London it wasn’t long before we arranged to meet again, but this time he made quite a proposition.

“This time I want to fuck you” he says during one of our late night chats, …that goes without saying I thought. But Ken had a plan.

“Iv always wanted to go to a hotel room and have a beautiful stranger open the door wearing nothing but a bathrobe, just after showering, with her hair drenched around her shoulders. I would then snuck in and we’d get straight down to business ….. what do you think?” He asks

I agreed instantly.

Now I did give it some thought, Ken could be a murderer, but we’d been chatting for almost a year, I had met him once before and it felt safe …. and terribly exciting.

So I was again making arrangements to come to London, all I needed was a train ticket, a hotel and a sexy dressing gown. Easy.

It didn’t seem long after when I was in a London hotel room showering, I kept getting out to take sips of Vodka to ease my nerves and excitement but I was soon ready wearing a black see-through dressing gown which previously cost me a fucking fortune from Ann Summers and my hair was dripping wet over it, just as he requested.

So I sat and nervously waited.

Sipped more Voddy.

Got Horny and frigged for a while.

Then…. BANG … BANG!! fuck its him!

I was so shy in opening the door, he stepped in grinning and he said something which broke the ice. We giggled, but not for long, the door closed behind him and no sooner he had pinned me up against the wall. He smelt so good and his passion overwhelmed me, I loved his soft bites and him sliding his thumb into my mouth. He licked my nipples through my dressing gown until he couldn’t stop him self from pulling it open. He pressed himself into my damp flesh, and then pulled me over to the bed.

He lay down and I unzip his fly, freeing and stroking his heavenly cock, I gently lick it whilst staring up at him and then take it whole into my mouth. It stiffened more as I work his wonderful cock, wanking his shaft as I go.

I then climb over him and bring my pussy up to his mouth. He hungrily eats my damp cunt and the goose bumps spread over my back as he inserts his index finger deep into me, I quiver over his face, he parts my pink lips and frantically licks my clit and hole.

I gyrate myself over his face for a while, but I decided I need his cock inside me, so I climb down and suck it some more. I then guide it into me slowly, I let out a deep sigh as I take his full shaft in me and resisting to cum too quickly, I ride him slowly as I could.

But I cannot keep that up for too long, his cock felt too good, and the pleasure was too much for me so I build up my speed, ferociously riding his cock, moaning aloud each time I drive his cock deep into me.

My hair is still dripping wet, and beads of water grace my tits, he reached out for them and our eyes transfix.

I ride us both into a fantastic orgasm, soaking his cock with my juices as he pushes up his pelvis hard into my hole, pumping me full of lots of hot delicious cum.

It didn’t stop there, after five minute breaks we fucked the whole night through, in every position from the Karma Sutra in every corner and on every surface of the hotel room.

He eventually fell asleep around 4.30am but I watched him sleeping until the sun rose.

When I arrived back home, I caught up with Ken on-line, but he explained that he didn’t want to continue with this any more because of the guilt of being in a relationship and things were becoming to intense between us. I felt used and was hurt but eventually got over it, knowing it was my fault for getting involved with a taken man.

We lost touch for a long time, but we have managed to get in contact again. We still have our on-line chats and I consider him a good friend. Someone who taught me that woman should be liberal, and the term “slag or slapper” is shallow and narrow minded. I tell Ken all my secrets and we still talk about sex and our experiences, reminiscing of our own naught adventures.

I did meet Ken again, in London again when I was there for a business meeting, but it wasn’t the same sexually, we were just good mates … but a mate that I shared one of the most erotic times of my life with.

Karate Ken

We shall call this one Ken, wont explain why, but its obviously not his real name and I’ve chose it to conceal his identity.

I first met Ken when I first discovered the Internet and I set up a cheap second hand computer in the spare bedroom. I was intrigued by chat rooms, the fact that you could chat about anything to someone as far away as Singapore and if you were shy, you could hide behind your monitor and say what’s really on your mind or act completely out of character.

I soon developed a group of “on-line friends” but I specifically remember the moment I met Ken. A lot of the other male chatters were too forward and didn’t waste anytime to ask you for a top-less picture or your phone number, where as Ken took a more laid back approach, which is far more appealing to a woman than an eager pervert.

At first he never gave the impression that he wanted to talk about sex and he was simply chatting to pass the time at work.

He sent me a picture, which later proved to serve him a bit of justice; he had a lovely tan which enriched his dark hair and dazzling smile, not only was he handsome, he was also a high flyer that lived in London and worked as a Sub-Editor in the cities capital Fleet Street.

He had an arrogance that I liked, but was charming as well and I quickly became besotted with Ken and I hung onto every word he typed during our chat room conversations.

We soon developed an on-line sexual relationship which involved always talking about sex, what we do and don’t like, what we’d like to do to each other, sending each other erotic images, him of his erect cock and pictures of me bending over in black fish- net hold-ups or frigging myself wearing an England top, with my pussy in full glory.

He also loved to hear me cum on the phone and he used to call me after dark, to talk dirty to me and make me beg for his wonderful cock.

The only downside to this was that he had a girlfriend which kept us meeting for six months, finally his girlfriend went travelling and he asked me to come and meet him during his lunch break in London.

I was very excited that I would finally meet Ken, I lived and breathed him and that chemistry that I’ve spoke of in earlier blogs was in full effect. So I spent the week before, pruning, waxing and sun-showering. I bought perfume, underwear and a new black, well fitted dress that a cheeky zip that had been stitched in at the front that ran from the neck right down to my waist.

I remember walking through Oxford Street to meet him, the time I’d spent on grooming had certainly paid off, the dress fitted like a glove and my long wavy hair danced in the breeze, I looked sexy and I was turning heads as I wrestled the crowds.

I nervously waited outside the Trocedero Centre scrutinizing any passers by that resembled Ken, he finally arrived, and approaching immediately without doubting it was me.

“Alright?!” he asks in his cockney style accent which I found sexy.
“Eerm” yes I say, gently smiling giving my innocent under-the-hat look.
“Ca’mon, lets getta beear” he says enthusiastically.

I followed him into Oxford Street and up into Piccadilly Circus in single file, I was thinking of his first impression, he looked more radiant and handsome in his photo, but I was not disappointed, as we sat in the traditional London boozer his Robbie Williams style charisma was far more enchanting in real life. I cannot remember much in that lunch hour except that we got on well and he asked me to meet him after work that evening. So I went shopping on Oxford Street as he returned to work and we arranged to meet again outside the Trocedero at 5.30.

The afternoon flew buy and we were back in the Pub in no time. The alcohol was taking a merry effect and we happily flirted in the corner of the pub, reminiscing on all of our naughty encounters, until he finally reached over and whispered, “umm I have the strongest urge to unzip your dress” with that his lips met mine and we had a deep sensual snog over the bar stool until it was last orders.

I was due to catch the last train home and he escorted me to St Pancras train station, through the lights of Piccadilly, holding hands until we got onto the tube. Rushing into the carriage I leant against one of the yellow handrails near the doors.
Ken stood in front of me, embracing me again, frantically kissing, his legs between mine and I could feel his cock stiffen in his suit trousers as he grinded himself into me, into the rail.

I can see out the corner of my eye a Chinese man watching us and I stair at him length whilst Ken roles his tongue over mine and I swear I see a bulge appearing in his pants. “He’s looking I whisper” “He wants some, that why!” he whispers back and we both turn and giggle over at him as we leave the carriage.


We reach St Pancras Station, its such a shame we have to part, there’s only 10 minutes until my last train, we say our good buys in the shadows against the walls of the old station. It’s an intense moment and were still frantically kissing; I wanted him to fuck me so badly and was aching in frustration. Ken massages his hands around my neck, pressing his thumb along my throat, he takes the zip and pulls it down, exposing my little tits to the cold night air, he rubs his hands over each pert nipple and warms them both with his tongue, hurriedly not having much time he reaches into my damp g-stings, where my lips are hungry and sodden, he massages the neat landing strip I’d cropped only earlier and slides his fingers into my tight little cunt, massaging my arse with the other.




I deeply breath into him, the occasional moan escapes my lips as he finger fucks me
until my juices are dominating his fingers and with the same finger he interrupts our kissing and slides it into my mouth for me to taste, he roles his tongue over mine so he can taste me too.

“Umm you taste so sweet,, you’re a very sexy gal Jane” .. “Your soooo sexy” he adds in his cheeky cockney accent.

“Ohh I want you to fuck me now” I say twisting my own nipples.

Again feeling his stiff cock dig in to me, I bury myself into him, smelling him and his masculine scent wanting him desperately, but there was no chance of that, not here anyway so I board my train on a cloud of giddy drunkenness and the frustrations of sexual hunger. I travel home, mentally re-enacting the evenings events and the wonderfully passionate evening I’d shared with Ken.

I did eventually get to do the Full Monty with him …but that’s for another day and another Blog.

...And whats wrong with our minges?

I am still in the midst of my Porn Mania Faze and I have noticed that general Porn is changing. Like any commodity, a product has to be continually developed to keep it fresh so that the punters keep coming back I’m sure every porn producer asks themselves what can be done differently from their competitors and what new ideas can be incorporated to keep their movies fresh and ahead of their game.

Unfortunately they have chosen to degrade woman and abuse their amazing bodies to retain their excitement.

Now I’m not a feminist or about to burn my bra but there is too much anal shagging
in porn these days.

When I was too young to be watching Porkies, I remember secretly watching my parents 70’s porn films and the majority of penetration was happening in the pussy and then a small amount of anal at the end but these days it’s the opposite, a few minuets of penetration in the pussy and then they spend the rest of the time with their cocks inside a women’s back passage.

Believe it or not I don’t mind the anal scenes providing that all parties have consented. After all I have dabbled in anal shagging myself on many occasions only to find that there is little pleasure in it and can be breathtakingly painful once the cock has reached a particular area. I know that there is a fine line between pain and pleasure and I will always attempt to experiment in anal, if only if its on a Friday night, during times of acute messy drunkenness.

What I do object to is what appears to be a new-ish concept in porn, a lot of scenes now show a woman is being fucked hard in the arse cow-girl style and the guy then lifts her backside, so that her legs are either side of her head. He then spreads her arse cheeks, to show a very large star fish (about the width of a mans cock) in front of the lens. You can see a good few inches down the woman’s bum-hole and he jeers as he parades the hole that he’s been fucking. He then continues to fuck her and does this “lift” again and again.

Now I know you may argu that a woman puts herself in that situation, but I do think that woman, especially young girls become clouded in the industry and are under pressure from porn producers to be more this or that and is a case of, to earn the money you have to have your ass hole fucked and stretched to the size of a chocolate digestive.

The woman looks like a fucking idiot with her gormless face between her legs and her unnaturally stretched-out hole thrust up by her chin, I cannot imagine what pain she must be in and can only pray that they’ve given her some sort of local anaesthetic, and what about the poo, where did that go? She must have had an enema!

Is it me or do I sound like Germain Greer? I don’t think so. Come on guys, this cannot be a turn on? right?! and why the need to fuck the most toxic area of a human being, anyway- what exactly is this obsession with our bum holes?

I know that pornography from the 70’s has a pretty tragic reputation, but a least men never shaved their pubes, the right orifices where being shagged and it was all a tad more subtle.