Part 3
I meet Stephen, my Svengali.
This is an unusual tale. It's unbelievably, broadly true, but embellished here and there, for obvious reasons. It sort of runs alongside my main story on here, "The Sexual Bio" job, but it goes further and deeper into my early days.
In some ways there is a serious side to this. There is an aspect of my writing that is set apart from gaining and giving sexual pleasure, which I get from writing and hope you gain from reading me!
I think I am complicated. I don't understand what I am and what makes me what I am. I don't know why I have such views and beliefs with regard to morals or, more to the point lack of and I can't understand why I continually feel able to test the boundaries of my sexual feelings and sexuality.
Writing helps me try to find answers to these questions. On the other hand I might just be a spoiled bitch that likes being fucked. Who knows?
In Part 1 I told you about losing my virginity, to my thirty-five year old uncle and in Part 2 how our affair developed. In this part I am going to tell you about some of an amazing weekend with both of them.
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Part 3
Chapter 9
As I showered in the downstairs bathroom by the pool I was, I have to admit, full of remorse and disgust. How I could have let the pair of you do those things to me, how I could be so gullible, how I could be so sluttish and how I could be so influenced and dominated by both of you?
Almost scrubbing myself to cleanse my youthful body from the older mens' cum, I also had other thoughts, deeper ones and more worrying ones. If it was all so disgusting and crude, why the hell had I enjoyed it so much? I had to admit that I had. I had revelled in the sex, I had loved being the centre of attention, having two such older men adore me and want to have me. I had found such stimulation in being treated like a cheap whore, a slut and a slave. I had actually wanted them to demean, abuse and degrade me; I wanted to be treated like shit. I had wanted them to go further, be cruder, dirtier and more wanton. I had wanted to do filthier and more lewd acts with you both. Just what they might be, my sexually immature mind could not fathom; it hadn't had the experience of 'filthier and cruder' either theoretical or actual, yet.
But your words were still ringing round my mind as I dried myself.
"Get ready to be fucked by both of us," you had said.
How would that be? How could two men fuck me? I wondered. And could I handle that, however it was performed?
"You nearly done?" Sammi I heard Clive call out from outside the bathroom door that I had locked.
"Yes, Clive, almost."
"Well open the fucking door," I heard your deeper voice order.
It did seem a little unnecessary to have it locked after everything the pair of you had seen and done. I unlocked it. You both came in wrapped in towels you had taken from the airing cupboard. "Fuck," I thought how will I explain to mum why they had been used?
"Mmmm," you said looking at my naked, body that was glowing from the heat of the water and the scrubbing with both the flannel and the towel. "You have gone a little pink, my dear," you said running your fingertips down my back. "Hasn't she Clive?"
"Especially here," Clive said cupping one of my breasts.
I simply stood there naked, letting you and Clive do as you wish; that seemed to be the appropriate thing for me to do. You didn't do much, but almost ignoring me, almost as if I wasn't there, almost if I was just a body and not a mind and personality, you both stroked me, particularly my breasts and my bottom. You both seemed so intrigued and interested in my little bum; I had no idea why for I had always thought men preferred a girl's boobs and pussy to her bottom.
That weekend when mum and dad were away at the wedding and Clive and you moved into the house taught me different. Yes, that weekend when I was yours and his sex slave I learned so many things, not the least of which is that men have an enormous fascination for girls' bums; I also learned that they can give their owner so much excitement and pleasure. I had no idea of that, for the young guys I had messed around with didn't have the experience or confidence, maybe not even the knowledge, to show much interest, and the books I read, mainly novels, on sex rarely mentioned, tongues licking between a girl's bum cheeks, fingers probing the anal hole or a tongue or finger slipping inside. That weekend changed all that
Chapter 10
"Let's go to your bedroom Sammi," one of you said as I was drying my hair.
Inexplicably, that didn't scare me. I didn't feel worried or overly concerned. In fact I felt tinglingly excited.
Shit how I had changed. And in such a short time. Just a few weeks ago I was a virgin. Just this morning I had only had sex with one man. Just this afternoon I had never sucked a cock, been with a man your age or, of course, had sex with two men as we had just had. I had never been involved in such extreme activities, although my sexual apprenticeship with my uncle Clive, included incest, being fucked in my school uniform, in his car and in the open air. But they faded almost into insignificance when compared to what had happened to me in the past few hours and, what I suspected, would happen in the next few.
Clive went first, walking up the stairs, turning right at the top, past the guest rooms and into the annex, built over the garage where I had my bedroom, little study and bath and shower. I followed with you bringing up the rear. I had wrapped a towel round me before leaving the bathroom tucking one edge inside the other above my boobs. That meant it only covered a short length of my legs. It also meant that as I walked up the stairs ahead of you, you had an uninterrupted view right up the towel, right onto my bum and right into my pussy, no cunt, I thought, knowing now that was the grown up word to use! As I had climbed six or seven stairs I assumed that you would be able to see that, but wasn't sure. By the time I had nearly reached the top, you had confirmed you could see.
