by Sarah Anon
Ten Erotic Moments That Changed My World
By
Sarah Anon
Published by ClearView Writing
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Me.
I was always your pretty, homegrown country girl from Texas growing up. Blonde hair, blue eyed, thin, but with curves that would knock your socks off.
I was a little awkward in my younger years, but as I grew older and the years passed, ten intensely erotic moments changed that innocent country gal in to the woman I am today.
For a girl that used to be such a standoff, never letting the guys even get a little touch of my ass, I feel as though I might have gone a little bit to the other extreme now.
My boyfriend (and partner in crime) and I love to share each other, and though he might not be bi-curious, he loves to watch me get fucked, and in turn, I love to fuck him with other women.
A few weeks ago I hit 30 - and though that may be the new 20’s, I still feel that it was time that I wrote down some of the events that shaped me into who I am, and taught me to be open about what I love, with the people I love.
This book contains ten moments, ten experiences, in my life that altered it forever, and sent my spiraling away from a destiny designed only for housewifery, to an exploration far beyond my sexual borders.
My First Encounter
Like a lot of people, my first sexual encounter came about from that lethal mix of alcohol, a little weed, and an atmosphere where a lot of people were making out. I have to be honest, the situation made me very uncomfortable to begin with.
Sure I had kissed a few guys, but I felt myself above the lust filled craziness that a lot of kids were going through. This frustrated the hell out of a few guys at my school. My body was hot, not a boast, I had large breasts on an athletic frame, and though I didn’t show it off, when we went down to the lake my toned stomach and curves in the right places got a lot of attention from the boys around us.
The night it all went down I was with a friend at one of her friends parties. It was pretty crazy, there was a ton of beer and liquor, the music was great, and everyone was having a great time. For a while we hung out on the inside of the house, chatting with a few of the girls we knew, eventually though we headed outside.
The party was going strong, the weather was warm that night and as it hit around 12, the alcohol had done its job, and done it well. A few of the girls stripped down to their underwear and jumped in the pool, and soon after the guys followed. Me and my friend, were some of the last to get in, we were both pretty shy, and by that point there were over 40 people in this small backyard pool.
We stripped down to our underwear a little reluctantly, jumping in quickly so we were not exposed, and instantly found ourselves surrounded, the pool was overflowing as way too many people crammed in, but no one cared.
For a while this mass of people just splashed, drank and played, but two things started to happen. People started to make out, and clothes began to come off. No one was fucking in there when I was in there, at least not that I saw, but I’d bet my last dollar that as the pool became quieter at least a couple of people stayed behind.
My friend and I were still wearing our underwear in the pool, my friend had a colorful number on that stayed opaque (I’m not sure if she had planned that in advance or not) but my white cotton and lace number had become obviously see through - everywhere.
I kept myself trim down there, but I could now see the darkness of my hair through my panties, even under the water, and as for my bra, well I was getting as many looks from the boys in the pool as the women who had taken their clothes off completely.
Unsure of what to do, I told my friend that we needed to head to the deeper part of the pool, at least where most of my body would be more hidden. So we went deeper into the throng.
The pool was about five feet deep, I was a tallish girl so I had to keep my knees bent so my head was just above the water, it was a little cold, but in the humid night air it felt amazing.
I looked around me, seeing the girls, naked, their breasts holding the guys attention intently, the guys, a few had taken their underwear off too, and the devil inside of me sent some images through my mind. I started to feel a slight tremor in my body, it wasn’t unpleasant, but it grew a little in intensity.
It’s hard to describe the situation in the pool. when we moved away from the sides the sheer number of people meant that you were constantly sliding past people. When women slid past me, their nipples ran across my skin, their firm breasts pushing against me, bouncing back in to shape in a way that older women can only dream of, and silicon can never replicate.
Hands would linger across my skin as people held my back as they squeezed past, I would feel dicks, rock hard, slide across me as guys slipped past, probably closer than they actually needed to be to me. And still the liquor and beer flowed into the party.
After about thirty minutes of being in the pool I was definitely starting to lose my good girl inhibitions. It was around that time a guy came up and started talking to me, he was cute, and I had a pretty big crush on him. At the time my imagination revolved more about a perfect marriage, showing him off to my friends, and the relationship, more than anything sexual.
It was a combination of a few things that sparked what happened next. The constant touching had really turned me on. I didn’t fully understand my own feelings just yet, but each touch had made me wetter, kindled a fire within me, and was building up to something that was going to change the very nature of who I was.
After a couple of minutes of talking to this guy, i noticed my friend had gone, but I didn’t really care at this point. I had stood up a little, no longer bending my legs, my breasts were now above the water line, my nipples, which were kind of dark (Something that embarrassed me a little at the time) were clearly visible, and hard as hell, poking through the soft material of my bra.
For his part I think he was doing a pretty good job of only occasionally glancing down at them. For my part, it was hard to tell, but from what I could see he was completely naked, I glanced what looked like a huge cock, hard, erect in the water. There was a desire now there, insatiable, and yet, my good girl side held me back, I was nervous, and I had never felt this way before.
Something happened behind me, and I still don’t know what, but a girl fell backwards into me, and I fell, landing in the guy’s arms. He pulled me up, close to him, I felt a shiver of ecstasy as my nipples stroked all the way up his chest, and then he lifted me up a little further, sliding his dick between my legs. He didn’t try anything right there, but I lifted my own legs and wrapped them around him, feeling his cock on my thighs, before i rose up a little higher, my ass resting ever so slightly on it. We continued to talk, all the time feeling it rub against my pussy through the thin fabric of my panties. Each wave in the pool bounced me slightly, rubbing me against him, and the good girl inside me was fading fast.
I could have stayed in that position all night but another group of people fell into us again, and he dropped me. This time he just pulled me closer so that I was beside him. My hand slipped across his cock and I g
rabbed it. I couldn’t help it, it was a reaction, to a desire I still had no control over. I didn’t do anything vigorous, I was still a little in shock, but i stroked it gently, for a long time.
We continued to talk till about 2am, people were getting out of the pool, and those remaining were in full make out mode, groping galore. The guy asked me if I wanted to get out, and I said okay. We still hadn’t kissed, I felt a little weird about that, my upbringing had always set my mind that things happened in a pattern. I felt like I had missed something, but by this point, I couldn’t stop.
He got out first, up a small ladder, he was more muscular than I realized and seeing his full naked body raise from the water practically made me orgasm right there. He stood at the top waiting for me, naked, his dick hard, pointing right at me. I got out slowly, suddenly acutely aware at how see through my underwear was, but with so many people completely naked around me, looking back it’s hard to see why I was so nervous. I started rising up the ladder and he bent down holding his hand out to help me up, I took it, and as I ascended my head cam level with his dick. I stopped, I don’t know why, well, I DO know why, but still. His hand was still pulling upwards, but then it relaxed. I stood staring at it, balanced on the ladder. His other hand came around and he slid his fingers into the back of my hair, pulling my head closer to him.
I opened my mouth, and I began to suck. I knew people were around me, I heard a few giggles from the pool, but I didn’t care. Never had I felt so in control, his cock filled my mouth, and I sucked, my head moving in a smooth rhythm, my tongue caressing him.
As I stood there sucking him I felt fingers slip between my thighs, rubbing my pussy. for a second another wave of pleasure coursed up my body, another hand began rubbing my thighs, and for a second I was about to lose control, Then the good girl inside of me came out, some guy I didn’t know was touching my pussy!
I looked down, but it wasn’t a guy, there was a guy watching, rubbing himself, but it was a girl below me, I recognized her, she was a cheerleader, and as I was looking she pulled down my panties, spread my legs apart and she rolled over in the water. I could see her eyes, looking up at me from between my legs. I started to struggle, just for a second, until her tongue touched my clit.
I let out a groan of pleasure, I had never felt anything like it before, the guys hand returned to the back of my head, pulling me in I began to suck again. at one point the girl who was licking me began to move back and forth, I was too in deep to care by that point, I guess she was getting fucked by the guy who was watching.
Eventually, the guy I had a crush on began to shake, his dick swelled even harder and he came, hard, it hit the back of my throat, making me gag a little, but I kept sucking, swallowing every last drop, I orgasmed too, shaking as the tongue did its work for the third time, and a moan from behind signaled the guy fucking the girl had climaxed too, a train of pleasure.
The guy lifted me out of the pool, I saw my clothes, now soaking wet, laying on the ground. “Let’s get those dry” he said, putting on his own soaking shorts and taking me by the hand.
We went to a gate in the fence, it led through to another house, another pool, another dyeing party, “my brother and I live here, parents are outta town” he said, as we walked past the pool and into the inside, seeing more couple groping and kissing scattered around the back yard.
I was barely listening to him, I felt liberated, more alive than ever before. I even felt a little like I had wasted my life by waiting so long.
He took me into the kitchen, opening a dryer he threw my clothes in. “Pass me your bra” he said, like it was the most normal thing in the world. There were a few guys in the kitchen, all of them looking at me. I realized I still wasn’t wearing any panties, my pubic hair was trimmed, wet and matted, it didn’t hide anything. I suddenly became incredibly self-conscious, but as quickly as that feeling came, it was replaced by a feeling, almost of anger, an extreme stubbornness, so what if those guys want to look at me, fuck them, I want a dry bra. So I unhooked it, and threw it to the guy who put it in the dryer.
Let’s get a drink he said, leading me completely naked through the kitchen, the eyes of the boys following me, tracing the outline of my body. It turned me on, I’m not going to lie.
He pulled out a couple of beers, cheap shit, but awesome at that age, and cracked them open. Handing one to me. he walked into the living room and took up a seat on the couch, patting the cushion besides me to sit down.
I sat there for a while, but the anger inside me had subsided, I felt self-conscious again, guys were staring at me, occasionally one would sit down beside me, try to touch me, feel me, either me or the guy told them to fuck off. “Do you have any clothes I could borrow?” I asked
“Sure, come with me” he replied, as though the thought of giving me something to wear had never occurred to him, he took me upstairs.
We were in his room. It was one hell of a mess, and when we got up there the first thing he did was take off his shorts, mumbling something about how he hated wearing wet clothes.
“Take a seat” he said, gesturing to his unmade bed, I slipped in to the covers, a wave of drunken tiredness slipping over me. He slipped back in beside, me “don’t fall asleep yet”, I heard him say, I felt him roll on top of me his dick hard, he pushed in, and I began to wake up.
He fucked me hard, fast and hard. It wasn’t an amazing lay, and it honestly hurt. But the feeling it gave me afterwards is something I will never forget. For a second I wondered if I had been raped, he probably wasn’t wearing a condom, I didn’t ask for it, I may have said no a couple of times, but FUCK I enjoyed it.
Now he was dozing off besides me. His hand was on my breast, where it had turned into a permanent grope. I hear some women fall in love with their first fuck. I had the opposite reaction. He lay there slovenly, he got what he wanted and then disregarded me, did what he wanted to do next. I lay for a while fuming, then the alcohol overtook me and I fell asleep again.
I woke up slowly, a pleasure, wetness between my legs. The guy was leaning over me, rubbing my pussy, missing my clit, but it still felt kind of good, but his breath stank. By now the alcohol had worn off. “Get off me!” I shouted and shoved him away, he thrust a finger deep inside, and for a second a shake of pleasure shook through me, but this time it wasn’t tinted with lust or desire, but a feeling of violation.
I pushed again and sent him tumbling off the bed, and quickly I ran down the stairs to the sound of “FUCK YOU BITCH” and quickly found the dryer. I pulled my clothes out, remembered that my panties were probably somewhere at the bottom of the pool and ran out of the door towards my house, knowing that I was in for the dressing down of a lifetime from my parents.
My first experience changed me, for the first time I got the feeling of power. Though I didn’t know it at the time, it was a feeling that would drive me to a near lifelong obsession with sucking cock. It made me feel good, powerful, and having a deep throbbing cock inside my mouth, sliding, exploding, cum dripping down my throat, it is a feeling I am addicted to. Sex has its own pleasures, but giving a blowjob, that is what I love the most.
The early introduction to a woman also stayed with me forever. A man’s fumbling can get tiresome, especially when they are young and have no clue what they are doing. Women, women they lightly caress, tease, they offer a foreplay that no man can match, and that love of a woman’s touch came back into my life a few times (as you will read ;) )
Home Life
After the pool fiasco I calmed down a little, the story of my pool escapades had spread around school, and taunts of slut followed me, even the friend who was with me in the pool now seemed more distant. You cannot believe how fucking glad I am that no pictures appeared from that night, cell phones with digital cameras were not around yet.
But while I was avoiding the attentions of men, at the same time I suddenly had a deep, insatiable hunger for more. Every time I saw a man I found attractive it was no longer a crush, but desire. I wanted to f
uck them. My good girl side rebelled, held me off from doing it, and yet everywhere I turned I saw them, men that could pound me, lay me down, fuck me. Half these feelings I didn’t understand yet, but the images still crossed my mind, my face would flush red, and I would grow a little wet.
That was when I discovered the joys of masturbation. I remembered the girl in the pool, how she had touched me, licked me. The feelings that had spread through me. I thought about it whilst I was in bed, and my fingers would retrace her motions, I imagined my fingers to be her tongue, and let them gently caress my clit.
I imagined the guy watching me, I imagined my mouth still sucking cock. The first time it happened I moaned so loud I am sure the neighbors must have heard me, thank fuck my parents were not home. Even after I orgasmed, I kept rubbing, I came, and came again, until the images finally faded.
Needless to say, it turned into a mild addiction. Whenever I was home alone I would go at it, rubbing, probing. For a while I made temporary dildos out of household items, my hairbrush, hair straighteners, even fruit.
I kept wanting to go buy a dildo, but at that point, I was still so shy about it all I simply couldn’t muster up the courage.
Like all good things it came to an end though.
I had developed a harmless fetish, where every shower I had some fun with the shower head. The spray of water against my clit, whilst I finger fucked myself hard felt heavenly good, good enough that I started taking two or three showers a day. I blamed it on sweating in the heat, but really, really I just wanted that feeling.
It all went wrong when I was at a friend’s house. We were getting ready, I was in the shower, and she came in to the bathroom to pluck her eyebrows in the well-lit mirror. At first it was fine, I was just showering, getting ready to go out. But then as I sprayed myself down, getting ready to soap myself up, the water brushed against my pussy, I forced my hand straight on and began to rub my body wash all over, but my nipples had grown hard, and as I felt my hands scour my body of dirt, I began to writhe, when I started to clean my vagina instead of just washing it out, I started to rub, just quietly.
