Sam's Story
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Hi. My name is Samantha but you can call me Sam. Everyone else does. I won't tell you my surname because, well, it's a rather an ugly name. I think of it as my most unglamorous aspect but then, modesty was never my strongest point.
I've just turned twenty seven and I am in a very happy relationship with a guy I met at university. I'll tell you more about him later. I have long dark hair that really shines in the sunlight. It's very straight and feels like silk to the touch. I have a pretty face. Not ultra-beautiful like a model but cute. I look innocent even now. I like this because it hides my passionate nature and fools people into thinking I'm a girl-next-door type. But in truth, I'm what you might call a really kinky bitch. I love sex and I'm very open-minded.
I have a nice hour-glass figure with breasts that aren't too big but nevertheless get me more than my fair share of attention. I have long legs that end in a very shapely bottom. All in all, I'm very lucky to have been born with such good genes. My Mum's a beauty too, even now and we look very similar. People often think we are sisters because she doesn't look her age at all.
Before I went to uni I was seeing this guy, Archie. He was my first love. One of the best things about Archie was that he taught me so much in bed. He had a very sensitive nature and he was incredibly caring and sensual. He was also very persuasive and I found it impossible to refuse him anything.
That's how I got to really know my body and what turned me on. I found myself sucked into his sexuality and tried all number of different, delicious things.
I remember one night when I was sleeping. It must have been three or four in the morning and I woke lying on my side facing away from Archie. He was lying on his side too, facing me and I felt his fingers in me and his cock pressing against my bumhole. We'd never had anal sex and I wasn't sure what to do. I was a feeling very drowsy and his fingers were really turning me on.
I don't know why but I started pushing back against his cock. Our juices were lubricating my arse and he pushed into me just and inch or so as my muscles relaxed. I remember him breathing very heavily in my ear and then his cock slid a little deeper into my passage and I groaned and pushed back so that he went deeper. I didn't know what to expect.
I suppose it should have hurt but I didn't notice anything other than an extremely sensual feeling of fullness. He started to fuck me, very slowly and very carefully. He didn't force his whole cock into me and he settled into a slow rhythm, still fingering me. I reached between my legs and stroked my clit as he continued to finger me. The movement of his hand was in perfect rhythm with his cock. I felt my orgasm slowly growing and I went with it, letting it build at its own pace.
As I came, Archie continued to fuck me slowly and it made my orgasm stretch out for what felt like an age. When I had finished, Archie removed his fingers and held my hips. I stopped touching myself and concentrated on the sensations in my back passage.
What I felt was unique for me at that time. I still have trouble describing the sensation because it felt like he was in my cunt but not. I know he was behind my vagina but that doesn't quite describe it either. It was the most intimate moment of my life. Archie began to thrust faster and deeper. I felt a little pain but it was ok; quite nice in its own way.
What happened next really took me by surprise. Without any direct stimulation of my cunt, I came. It was incredible and I never would have imagined it possible if Archie hadn't have done this to me. I could feel my juices rolling over my leg as my body exploded into an orgasm that spurred Archie on to climax.
When his orgasm subsided, he eased himself out of me at such an imperceptible pace that I hardly noticed until the last moment when my sphincter tightened involuntarily, propelling the tip of his cock out of me. So that was the moment that I fell in love with anal sex and our lovemaking took a turn for the better that allowed me another avenue to explore and exploit.
On another occasion, we had just had a bath and Archie was leaning over, emptying the water. I knelt behind him and run my tongue over his bum cheek. He froze instantly and I thought he wasn't enjoying it but then he let out a little groan and told me it felt nice.
I made spirals over his skin with the tip of my tongue and brushed my lips against him, stopping from time to time to kiss him gently. I slipped my hand between his legs and felt his hardening member. As I stroked his cock I became more adventurous with my mouth, moving from one cheek to the other and sometimes lingering on his crack but not touching his hole.
After a few minutes of this I went full out for his hole. I started slowly and lightly before pressing harder and lapping at his ring. His cock was beginning to throb and he was moaning quietly. I pushed my tongue into him. I'd never done this before and the soft texture of his anus felt sensual around my tongue.
I fucked him with my tongue, pushing into him as far and as fast as I could. I could see his thighs shaking with pleasure as my long tongue probed him deeply. After a while I could feel him getting close to orgasm so I quickly stopped and turned him around, taking his cock in my mouth. I slipped my middle finger into him and he came almost immediately. The feeling of his arsehole around my finger was fantastic.
I let his cum dribble out of my mouth and onto the floor, standing up as it did so to make sure he could see. It dripped onto my breasts and he grabbed them and massaged the cum into my skin. I felt as horny as hell and ground my pussy against his leg.
He took me to the bedroom and finished me off with a vibrator. Whilst he played with me, I found myself fantasising about fucking him with the vibrator.
When I went to uni, Archie and I split up. It was a very sad time in my life although we knew the distance wouldn't allow us to stay together but I've always been grateful to him for all the things he taught me. I'll never forget him.
Life at uni was good. I was one of a group of students who became friends and we were all obsessed with being liberated. The crowd was about ten strong and everyone had a personal agenda about one thing or another, all of which was to demonstrate that we had cast off the shackles that the rest of the world had to live with.
We had one guy who was pro declassification of drugs, another who took vegetarianism to an extreme and wanted to liberate animals from test labs and another who wanted a radical reform of the political system, and so it went on.
It was at this time that I met Jacky who I thought was the bravest of our liberated crew because he was a transvestite and one day he walked into the Student bar in women's clothes. There were sniggers from a lot of people that night but he sat down with us and carried on as if nothing was wrong. He seemed oblivious to the disapproval of other students.
Jacky looked quite convincing. He had long hair anyway and a slim, boyish figure that allowed him to acquire a feminine appearance almost naturally. I found him fascinating. I'd never met a TV before and he was such a charming guy that I found myself drawn to him. When I got the chance, I sat next to him and mentioned that he looked really good.
We broke into a long conversation about it and Jacky was very open about his feelings. When we got on to the subject of make-up I tactfully suggested that his could be improved if he wanted some help. That was how we ended up back in my room a little later.
Jacky sat at my dressing table, the mirror in front of him with me beside him, cleaning his make-up off and reapplying my own. I used a good foundation that covered his shadow well and then applied a little blusher, mascara and lipstick. He was very please with the way he looked.
It was at this point that I realised how much I fancied him. He was good looking whether he was dressed as a boy or a girl and he had such a wonderful personality that I found myself looking past his outer skin and deep into his soul. I poured us both a glass of wine and we sat on my bed since there was no room for much furniture in my digs.
We talked for ages and lost all track of time. By the time we had our first kiss, the sun was coming up outside. His lips were moist and feminine and I felt myself taking the lead, pushing him down on the bed and climbing on top of him. Jacky was wearing a short, black cocktail dress and I reached behind him and found the zip. He arched his back as I slowly pulled the zip down.
With the dress off his shoulders I lowered my head and sucked his nipple. My hand glided down his dress and when I found the hem, I pulled it up slowly. He was wearing black satin panties underneath the dress and my fingers danced over the material, tickling his cock and balls. He groaned as I did this and I could see sticky precum oozing through the satin as I lowered my head. I found the sight of his groin wrapped in satin very sexy. I'd never thought about it before but now I realised it was something else I wanted to explore.
Jacky's head was resting on a pillow and I could see him staring open-eyed as my lips traced the outline of his stiff cock. I stopped to lick the precum off his knickers and could hear him whimpering. I slipped one hand underneath him so that my thumb knuckle was pressed against his arsehole.
With the other hand I pulled his cock out of the top of his knickers and took him in my mouth. I could feel he was very close to cumming so I stopped what I was doing, stood up and very slowly took my clothes off. I sat down on top of him and moved up his body so that my cunt was above his face.
I felt his hands holding my ass cheeks firmly as he pulled me to his face. His tongue lick hungrily at me and I pressed down on him harder, grinding my cunt into his face. I was on the edge as I pulled away and sat down on his cock.
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