Peeping over the parapet.....

Well , I was born at a very young age..and we were VERY VERY poor...how poor was I, you ask? So poor that if I didn't wake up aroused, I had nothing to play with all day.
 
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Well , I was born at a very young age..and we were VERY VERY poor...how poor was I, you ask? So poor that if I didn't wake up aroused, I had nothing to play with all day.

But how about now?

What do you like to play with these days? ;)
 
Thanks for the honesty!

The clit dear Pamela, the clit. :eek:

I am sure you have read enough of this thread to know that my clitoris is very shy and well nigh impossible to see even if I am fully shaved and my vulva is in a very engorged state.

Although it works wonderfully I have to admit that mine is pretty small compared with quite a lot of girls I have seen. I wrote about that quite a while back:

......killed the cat, but I will let you get away with it
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Straight answer is no.

Even straighter answer is definitely not. Ever!

Fact is I didn't fancy him, which means, I guess, that many people would say I used him. In my defence, I would say, as I have already, that no harm was done to either of us by what went on.

Amanda and I did get him to join us on one of our trips to the wood. He kept asking her why we liked going there, and she just told him that if he wanted to find out he would have to come with us and do as he was told.



He had already guessed that whatever it was we got up to, it probably involved nudity, so as we walked there Amanda and I wound him up a little just to get him in the mood.

When we got into the wood Amanda told him what the rules were: if he wanted to find out more he would have to take all his clothes off. There followed quite a bit of prevarication on his part, and quite a bit of teasing and tempting on ours, but we both knew he was too far in to back out. Eventually his clothes came off and he stood there in the middle of the wood hiding his penis with his hands.

Amanda had always been the bossy one, and she wasn't going to have any truck with him. I soon had my first view of Amanda's rather scrawny elder brother with his rather sad looking penis showing possibly the first stirrings of an erection.

Amanda hadn't quite finished; she quickly confiscated his clothes and put there them behind us, so Michael couldn't easily get them. Then she told him he had to stand where he was with his hands by his side

Amanda and I didn't say a word, I think we both had much the same idea what we would do. I sensed that I was the real bait for Michael - he had already seen Amanda nude from time to time. I knew from what Amanda had told me that Michael had the real hots for me - he constantly nagged her to tell him what my nipples were like and how much pubic hair I had.

With that in mind, I set to work on my victim. As I started to unbutton my blouse I looked over at Michael and saw that his penis was already beginning to respond. I found that very flattering and I warmed to Michael immediately; after that I kept my eyes on his penis to give me an indication of how well my show was going down with the audience.

I didn't need to worry. By the time I was reaching round to unfasten my bra strap Michael's penis was rock hard, surprisingly large and inclined well towards the vertical. Meanwhile Amanda was clearly itching to get in on the action - maybe she felt that Michael was getting too fixated on me, but whatever it was she wasn't far behind.

I got my knickers off before Amanda, but not by much. I was quite surprised at how keen she was to keep up with me - I had assumed that stripping for her brother wouldn't have been too much of a turn on, but I was clearly wrong about that. She then decided to be nice to Michael in another way - she told him he didn't have to stand to attention any more. I was glad about that because it would have been difficult for me to show off properly with him standing to attention. I was relieved to see that Michael's penis showed no signs of responding to Amanda's instruction to "stand easy".

Amanda didn't quite let Michael off the hook at that point. She told him that he had been invited to the wood so he could ask me all the questions he had been asking her about my body for the last few months. He blushed crimson and I felt sorry for him. Amanda asked him for his first question, and predictably it was about my pubic hair. I invited Michael to come over and see for himself. I gestured to him to kneel down and felt a delicious shiver of lust come over me as he looked between my legs.

I had decided that I was going to let Michael see anything he wanted. Amanda looked on as I parted my legs and spread my labia apart. Then I stood on one leg with the other lifted high so that Michael could see my vagina - that seemed to motivate Amanda. She called Michael over and asked him whether he preferred her c u n t or mine - she did use that word, it was one of her favourites!

Amanda's instruction surprised and fascinated me, but I soon realised that although it was clumsily put, all Amanda wanted was to get the same attention from Michael as I was getting.

And so the afternoon went on. Amanda and I posed in every conceivable manner, and Michael quickly discovered that girls are very similar in many ways
but very different in others. He compared my dark and bristly pubic hair with Amanda's silky and almost see through bush. He compared the hair growth and pigmentation around our anuses.

I was particularly impressed when Michael asked very diffidently if he could see my clitoris; I was very pleased to show it to him and he seemed delighted to be allowed to see it. He looked for a long time and then said "lovely, thank you." That seemed to spur Amanda's competitive streak. She said "OK, how about mine?"

I had a slight sense of foreboding as Michael knelt down in front of Amanda. She splayed her labia and I heard Michael gasp. "Wow, that's so big and so sexy!" Amanda looked over at me and smirked. I could beat her on the breasts and nipples front, and there was no disputing that my pubis was much more voluptuous than hers, but Michael had discovered my Achilles heel and just given Amanda a mighty victory.

I forgave Michael of course. Eventually I even forgave Amanda.

Pamela
 
This is a wonderful account that I imagine was an early sexual experience, I don't think I have previously read about Amanda, you both seem good at egging each other on. wish I could have changed places with Michael.
 
Tuesday Treat

Fresh from the press

Still no clitoris!
 
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.... in fact many sparks.

Please send me a spark all of your own and ignite my wit....

.... and maybe something else as well :D
Pamela, i would start by walking up behind you and kiss your silky neck as my hand went around front and stole an opening in your blouse and find its way to your boobs. I slide my fingers under your bra and massage and squeeze your boobs and nipples. Giving your nips a slight tug. Still kissing your neck, my hands unbutton your blouse and unsnap your bra. I turn you around and lick my way from your neck to your tits. My hand grabs your ass and pull you in tight to my face.

How's that for a start to a spark?
 
Bra?

Me?
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Pamela, i would start by walking up behind you and kiss your silky neck as my hand went around front and stole an opening in your blouse and find its way to your boobs. I slide my fingers under your bra and massage and squeeze your boobs and nipples. Giving your nips a slight tug. Still kissing your neck, my hands unbutton your blouse and unsnap your bra. I turn you around and lick my way from your neck to your tits. My hand grabs your ass and pull you in tight to my face.

How's that for a start to a spark?
 
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The perverse desires of an admirer

Someone recently had the effrontery to ask for a clothed photo, and as I think your sensational body would look good dressed up to the nines, can I request a pic of yourself with your glad rags on?
 
How can I refuse?

The perverse desires of an admirer

Someone recently had the effrontery to ask for a clothed photo, and as I think your sensational body would look good dressed up to the nines, can I request a pic of yourself with your glad rags on?

A clothed photo for Ohverbatum
 
Now why does Pamela clothed cause such stirrings in me. As a comedian once said "That's a cracker." :)
 
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