1. Nude on 'Cable Beach', Lost my Virginity


    Date: 7/29/2015, Categories: First Time, Lesbian Sex, Taboo, Author: MarieL, Rating: 67, Source: xHamster

    It was late afternoon and we had been playing since 7am in the morning. The strong sun had drained me and I felt tired, so I went behind the coloured canvas screen and laid down on the beach towel, curled-up and went to sl**p. I was on holiday with my s****r and mother, on the west coast of Australia, and in Broome to be exact. Cable beach, famed for its marvellous sunsets, and nudity, was surprisingly empty, but then again, this beach stretched for miles, and girls lay naked for miles in seclusion, that is until someone offered company, all nude of course. The canvas windbreak warmed up on the sheltered side, and as I dozed off, my mother and s****r walk the distance back to the entrance to buy ice cream and cola. I slept a nice sl**p with a nice feeling, so deeply, I never heard the knife cut the canvas that gently brushed against my nude bottom, nor did I feel him go between my bum cheeks, thanks to the oil I used to keep my skin protected from the sun's burning rays, or his semen, as he pumped into my surprisingly open pussy. The nice feeling I had experienced was in fact a 'Wet Dream', blending reality in a dream-like state of mind, 'The perfect Fuck', a girlfriend once told me, 'where your mind dreams and your body responds uninhibited, everything goes like clockwork and the orgasm is so powerful you awake and immediately want to go back to sl**p and keep going', she laughed, her eyes glazed as if recalling her own. I was 21 the night she expressed her sentiments and ...
    frustrations when comparing her current sex lives failures to her 'Wet Dream' involving three men. 'But how could a girl with no sexual experience know anything about fucking a man, to dream about having sex', I asked her, desperate to know? She just laughed as she always did when she drew blank on her theories. I could see my mother and s****r returning illuminated by the setting sum, bathed in a reddish glow, as I sat up on the towel, feeling between my legs, where the nice feeling persisted, making me want to touch myself. The dampness made me wonder if I had peed myself, but the sensitivity and the oiliness, was an awakening I have never forgotten, as I felt around, my lubricity and easy insertion as I lay open, down there. I drank my coke and ate my ice cream, all the time squeezing myself down there, that evening before packing up to go back to our hotel, I took down the brightly coloured canvas screen and found the knife slit cut in it, and still nothing registered with me. That night when watching TV I could feel him empty from me as he ran out of me and formed a damp patch in my knickers crotch, and as I drifted off in bed with my troubled thoughts in my head, my body sought relief, and he entered me again, and I awoke, shivering and shaking. My mind rearranged the jigsaw of pieces, I knew or deeply suspected something had happened to me as I dozed, and I felt guilty and ashamed, then angry and powerless, but as I dwelt with my emotions the balance shone through, his ...
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