I was a teenager when I lost my virginity. Her name was Sarah, and we shared a tent at scout camp. One night she unzipped my sleeping bag and went down on me. She was the first person other than myself that had made me cum.

Later, the boy next door fucked me behind the garages at the bottom of our garden. It was after my birthday party, and I instigated it. I can still feel the hardness of his young cock as he fucked me, and the disappointment when he came before me, leaving me unsatisfied and craving more.

At the time, if people had known how much I craved sex, they would have called me a nympho, a slut, or a slag; but I was careful to keep that side of me secret. I would convince the boys I slept with that they were my first and the girls that I was confused and did not know who I was or what I wanted.

That all changed with Andy. My first love, the father of my children, the man who did his best to destroy me. By the time I met Andy in my second term at uni, I had slept with multiple men and women. I kept notes on each of them; I still have them stashed away in a locked box in my loft... memories of a different time, a different me.

I fell for Andy and fell for him hard. By the time I graduated, we were engaged; six months later, I was married and pregnant. Adam arrived like a meteor nine months later; his younger brother Aaron followed a little under a year later. It's not recommended to have two pregnancies so close together. Andy, in his own words, wanted to "stir the pot." Fucking me while I was still in hospital after giving birth to Adam.

I thought it was because he loved me that much; how wrong I was. Where I saw love, he saw control and ownership. After Aaron's birth, he insisted I be sterilised; to be honest, two pregnancies in two years were enough for me. Again, another sign of his need for control.

I left him when Aaron was six months old. I was a twenty-four-year-old single mother with two boys under the age of two.

For the next couple of years, I devoted myself to my boys. Thank God for my parents; I could not have brought them up by myself.

But my itch, my sexual urge, had reignited. I had masturbated often from a youngish age, firstly just using my fingers and my imagination, and then over time I obtained a couple of toys and then found my dad's stash of porn.

Now as a young mother, I would play with myself most nights. Online porn meant I had so much variety to enjoy, and having money meant I could afford a higher quality of toy than those I could get as a teenager.

Masturbation soothed the itch, but I craved physical sex, not necessarily love or companionship. Sex – hard, raw sex.

I wanted to feel hard cocks sliding in and out of my cunt. The taste of hot spunk in my throat. I wanted to feel my breasts being mauled and my nipples pinched. I wanted to fuck and be fucked, and I didn't care if it was by a man or a woman... or both!

The first person I fucked after Andy was a fellow mother from the preschool Adam went to. I used to walk the boys to nursery as it was at the end of the street we lived on, and then I would go for a jog.

Tasha was ten years older than me and widowed; she started joining me for a run. We kissed at the end of our first week jogging; during the middle of the second week, I was fingering her mid-jog in a secluded copse. At the end of that week, we were fucking all day while our kids were at nursery. It wasn't exclusive, and we both knew that it was a passing fancy - just sex, but fuck me, those first orgasms with Tasha were needed!

Over the next couple of years I had numerous hook-ups’, including with the head teacher when Adam started school... in his office... during school hours; my parent’s gardener; two random bi-men that I met while out for a walk. They fucked me hard and then fucked each other as I watched, playing with myself on the living room sofa. Memorably, I had sex with a gorgeous trans woman. She had the most amazing tits that I sucked for ages as she fucked me with her dick. Stereotypically, I also fucked the milkman!

What I was into sexually was getting more extreme. I loved to be dominated, but I loved to dominate. I wanted people to do what they wanted to me. I was open to most suggestions, and because I tried to be careful with my sexual partners, most of the suggestions were things I was into.

My life was starting to sort itself out, but I still had to interact with Andy; thankfully, the sex I was now getting meant I did not make any silly mistakes which would have left me in his bed.

I started volunteering at my kids' Cub pack, I held off having sex with any of the other volunteers. A lot of the volunteers were happily married or strangely creepy; I might sleep with anyone... but even I have standards!

Then I met Rob and Lucy and their children, Lexi and her older brother Matt. Rob was (and is) outwardly very confident, which I found attractive. He is a normal-looking guy; he's no supermodel, but he keeps himself in shape and is friendly and listens (which for a man is quite often a no-no!). He is also an enormous flirt, but he only flirts; it would never go any further. That's as far as anything would go.

I only knew Lou a little bit; she seemed very strait-laced and very prim. She was always smartly and sensibly dressed. She was friendly enough, but it took time to get to know the real her; you always felt there was something bubbling away under the surface. In time, we would discover that together.

Over time, Rob and I got to know each other very well and became close friends. We trusted each other, and if either of us had problems, we knew we could talk to the other in confidence.
However, I never told him about the real me. I was still sleeping with anyone I could, eager to get that next sexual hit, the orgasmic high that I always craved but rarely got.


And then I went to Scout camp. Adam was twelve and Aaron eleven by this time, and I had started volunteering in the Scout section.

Volunteering in the Scouts was quite different from Cubs; the leaders would encourage the young people to be much more self-sufficient, preparing them for adulthood, which meant there was slightly more free time for the adult volunteers.

This camp was different, as Rob could not attend as he had been ill. It was unusual, as he was the centre of the group, and him not being there definitely left a void. But up stepped his son Matt. He was seventeen at the time (he would remind everyone at camp, eighteen in three weeks!), had just passed his driving test and was off to university in September.

I found myself partnered up with Matt, and like his dad, he was a fun flirt, and for much of the day we were going back and forth at each other.
But I started to notice how he was looking at me, how he would watch as I bent down, trying to look down my top, and yes, I played up to it. It was hot, so I undid my shirt by a couple of buttons, revealing more cleavage. I never wear a bra, so when I next bent down in front of Matt, he got a real eyeful. You could say it influenced him, as I saw a bulge forming in his shorts.

That night we sat around a campfire, making smores with the young people. I sat next to Matt, making sure my knee rested against his. my hand occasionally resting on his thigh. As the evening wound down, the young people went to bed, and leaders also drifted away until it was only Matt and me. I realised that this was breaking all sorts of Scout leader rules, but by this point I was beyond caring. I was horny, and I needed Matt; I wanted Matt.

It was then I made my move. Draping my hand onto his thigh, I looked him in the eye. "Matt, are you a virgin?" Matt was midway through taking a swig of coffee. It might have been after midnight, but on camp Scout leaders survive on coffee. When I asked him, he almost spat his mouthful all over me. "Ehm, what, what...no, I mean, no... I've had sex, loads!" he squeaked. I smiled; seventeen-year-olds do like to exaggerate when it comes to sex. "Perhaps I asked you the wrong question," I said, leaning in closer to him, one hand sliding further up his groin, my other undoing a couple more of my shirt buttons.

"Perhaps I should have asked if you have had sex with a woman? I am sure most of the people you have slept with have been your age." Matt looked at me, nodding. "I am sure you are great in bed, but you're off to uni in September. Imagine how much sex you will get if you know how to pleasure a woman rather than a girl."

My hand rubbed his crotch, feeling the hardness of his penis, a sharp sigh escaping his mouth. "I know you want me, and I want you too. Check everyone is asleep and then meet me at my tent in ten minutes."

I am not stupid on camp; I always place my tent away from everyone else. Night terrors are the excuse I use for other volunteers; to Rob, I was honest. I wanted privacy. Tonight, I intended for it to pay off.

I rushed back to my tent, stripping as I walked. By the time I reached the secluded place where I had pitched my tent, save for my boots, I was naked. The cool midnight air was a pleasant change to the scorching temperatures we had experienced throughout the day.

I sat down in my camp chair, a small camp light next to me, and waited. What if I was wrong? What if Matt had gone to report me? I need not have worried; a couple of minutes passed, and then Matt arrived. His shirt undone, revealing a toned physique, the hardness that I felt at the campfire was still evident.

For a moment he stood looking at me; I could not tell what he was thinking, so I broke the ice. “Well, are you just going to look at me, or are you going to fuck me?" He knelt next to me.
“I want to fuck you; I want to try some of the bad things I see online. I want you to suck my cock before I stick my dick between your tits. I want to watch you play with yourself to orgasm before fucking you hard. I want to ride you bareback and cum in your pussy… and I want to do that now.”

As he stood up, he undid and pulled his shorts down; his dick pinged up in my face.
Already he was rock hard, a bead of precum coming out of the tip. My hand grasped him, my index finger smearing the liquid over his glans, before either of us had a chance for second thoughts; my mouth engulfed him.

In time, I would compare my recollections of his dick and his father's. I would say Matt’s was slightly longer but Rob's slightly thicker. I have had bigger. A father from Aaron’s football club must have been close to eleven inches hard and so thick I could barely get my hands around it. He made me cry when he penetrated me; he also would cum incredibly quickly. Sometimes bigger is not necessarily better.

I sucked on Matt’s cock; the fact that this was so taboo, that we were outside, so close to others, made me so wet. My hand instinctively went to my already sopping pussy; I began flicking my engorged clit, sparks shooting through me.

One of Matt’s hands was resting on my hair, holding between his thumb and index finger one of my plaits. His other had cupped my breast, his fingers gently rolling my nipple. As I pulled off Matt, I told him to pinch it harder. He obliged me. Electricity coursed from my breast at the very moment I stuck my middle finger into my cunt.

I moaned around his cock as I pulled my now-soaked fingers from out of myself and raised it to his mouth, which he licked gratefully.

I started to feel Matt’s strokes getting faster, his hand pulling harder at my nipple, and his breathing becoming more ragged; I pulled off him. "I want you to cum on my face and my tits. Then you can watch me play with myself before fucking me. You're young... you'll be hard in no time, " I told him.

I bobbed back down on him, taking his full cock in my throat; I felt his balls tighten and his arse clench. I pulled off him, and the first ropes struck me on my chin. Five or six thick ropes of seventeen-year-old spunk struck me as he came.

He staggered back and dropped onto the grass, his chest heaving, semen dribbling from his dick.

I needed to feel him in me; I needed him hard again. I scooped off some of his cum from my tits and began rubbing it around my pussy; my other hand was pulling at my breast, occasionally sucking the drying cum off my fingers.

With where we were and what we were doing, I knew I wouldn’t last long before cumming, but I needed Matt; I needed to feel his dick inside me. My breathing got quicker as I felt the heat in my core; the explosion from the centre of my being was imminent. I looked at Matt, at this young virile man, no longer the boy I had first met some years previously. He was hard again, stroking his cock as he watched me. It was too much for me as I came. My back arched out of the camp chair as my fingers plunged into my hot cunt and my orgasm rolled through me. I closed my eyes as I tried to centre myself, little aftershocks exploding through my body.

My eyes opened, and Matt was standing; he was now completely naked. His eyes were burning with lust as he strode towards me. "Here or in the tent?" he exclaimed. I couldn't really comprehend his question, and even if I could, I didn't care.

Nor, it seemed, did Matt. Picking me up from the chair, he then pushed into my dripping pussy. For a moment all my weight was balanced on Matt’s penis, and then he was moving, suddenly pushing me against the rough bark of a tree that my tent was pitched under. He was fucking me and fucking me like his life depended on it; the angle he was driving up at meant he was hitting my cervix with every stroke. Every stroke up was making me see stars, and quickly I came again... and again. One orgasm was rolling into another. His mouth descended on my nipple, biting it. I could feel one of his fingers rubbing around my tender anus.

No words were exchanged, and I could hardly make any noise; it was as if I were trapped in one long silent scream as I kept cumming. Eventually Matt exploded inside of me, his cum mixing with my own juices.

He laid me down on the grass. Lying next to me, we did not speak for ages before he started to weep.

I held him as he admitted he was a virgin. The only sex he had had was with his right hand and some over-the-clothes stuff with a couple of exes.

I told him he had nothing to worry about, and besides, he would be fighting the girls off at university. We crawled into my tent when he fucked me again, this time much more tenderly.



Over the rest of the summer, we would meet up at least once a week. I tried to be the good teacher, showing him what women enjoy, how to please us and how to make us scream.

To be honest, he didn't need a lot of encouragement or teaching, but boy, was that an amazing summer.

He left for university, and I would get the occasional message from him. He was highly active, not just academically but socially as well.

In his second year, he met a confident Australian woman called Dina and fell in love. Two years after finishing university, they married before emigrating to Melbourne.

At the reception, I found myself alone with Matt at the bar. He thanked me for everything I had done for him. Not just the sex, but the confidence boost; without that, he would have never ended up with Dina.

By this time, I was with the Rev. I thought I was happy; I thought he was the perfect man. It turned out he wasn't. He was already fucking parishioners behind my back. It would be a year until I found out; it would be a year until I would start fucking Lou, Rob, and Lexi...and completing the full set!


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