The light was fading and the headlights of the Mercedes showed that snow had started to fall again.

I could see lights on in the building ahead. There were three cars parked outside. An old, but much-loved Land Rover, another Mercedes, and a black VW Golf. I knew the first two cars well. The other must belong to our visitor, the not-too-shy Beth. I smiled as I remembered last night in the pub.

Her hand led me to an open invite to explore her inner delights, which of course I did, while my wife Steph watched.

Bizarre, I hear you mutter.

Yes, but not for us. We are slightly different from the norm. How we got to this place is an interesting love story yes it is a love story, but not one you will read in Mills and Boon.

I first encountered Red, Stephanie, when she was just 16. I was 20. Sexual awareness was just budding within this beautiful redhead. It was summer and she, along with her brothers had escaped the noise and heat of the city, to spend lazy free days on their Uncle’s farm.

I, too, was there with a few other students from Uni who like me, were studying Agricultural management and animal husbandry.

Her uncle was a great guy, knowledgable, gruff, no-nonsense and fair. He was a typical Yorkshireman. He had a bunkhouse for seasonal staff. It was very basic but clean, warm, dry and comfortable. His wife cooked all our meals. Perfect.

Then I spotted her, Red, not the wife, with her brothers the day she arrived.

We all did. Cute, pretty, eye-catching but young, were some of the words used.

My thoughts were different. I knew what I felt was sheer, unfiltered lust!

But yes, she was young.

I tried to avoid contact with her but could see her posing and trying out her female wiles on some of the local boys who came to play football with her brothers.

I didn’t like that!

It was wasted. Football took priority.

Then one hot day, I saw her leaving the farm and taking the path to the falls and pool.

Every voice inside screamed at me to stay where I was. My dick screamed something entirely different. I followed at a distance.

When I reached the falls, she was standing, face turned up to the sky.

Then, after a quick look around, she started to remove her clothes.

My heart thundered, my breathing was ragged, my dick was straining to leave my jeans,

The voice again screamed, “She is too young !” although at 16 she wasn’t, she was entirely legal.”

Her red hair tumbled over her shoulders, her skin was pale and smooth, and her pussy was hidden by a full red bush. But her breasts? Young, firm and budding but already very large for a slight 16-year-old. Very pronounced perky nipples begging to be nibbled.

A splash. She had dived into the clear, cold water.

I knew I was going to follow her. At 20, I was VERY experienced In all sexual matters. Most of them are unknown to most men, let alone 20-year-old men.

She turned and saw me. Would she be frightened, embarrassed, panicking?

No. She gazed at me while I slowly stripped. No attempt was made by her to move.

I had to have her. Logic, reason, everything fled.

But I knew this was a first sexual encounter for her. I COULD be gentle, although that wasn’t my norm.

I smoothed her hair from her now flushed face and kissed her lips softly, before teasing them open with my tongue. She tasted cool and sweet. Her breathing quickened. My hands slipped beneath the water to those fabulous, I suspect untouched, breasts: round, firm, magnificent. She didn’t try to stop me, moaning deep in her throat.

I moved between her legs, parting them I stroked the full red bush before my finger entered, just one finger. I managed to restrain my usual practices.

Her gasp and cry confirmed this beautiful redhead was no woman. She was still a virgin. I looked at her, but no, she did not want to stop. I probed deeper. I’d NEVER felt as horny or gripped with desire like this.

The voice again. Fuck that voice!

“Steve. She is too young. What you want and need will destroy a 16-year-old. Stop !”

That fucking voice won. I kissed her fiercely and swam to the grass. I dressed quickly and left.

The next day, she was gone.

Now you are thinking, Steve never forgot her, she was the love of his life.

Sorry. I’m afraid not. Oh yes, later that night, I was calling myself every kind of fool and having to take care of an unmet need, but summer passed and other females were ministered to.

Now you are curious again. What sexual experiences? What kinks? Where did they start?

Omnisexual, spectrasexual, pansexual, fraysexual. No, not infectious diseases. If you are unsure, use Dr. Google.

Shibari. My uni mates would think this was a Japanese motorbike.

This was the start of my education.

That’s inaccurate. My education started when I was 12.

I had three older brothers. They were pretty good to me. Some of my friends’ brothers were mean and unpleasant, but not mine.

The summer of my 12th year, they were going on a camping trip with friends. I begged to go too. Amazingly, they agreed.

We headed to the moors, to a secluded spot by a lake where we could swim and fish. Brilliant.

When we got there, two other tents were pitched. Yes, you’ve guessed, girls from school.

It was fine, I felt a bit shy around them. They were really pretty and boy did this 12-year-old like their short shorts and tight tee shirts which showed their tits. The girls were fun and really sweet to me.

We cooked over a campfire and they smoked and drank from cans of cheap cider.

I was allowed one puff and a few sips. I felt so grown up.

The combination of that, plus the fresh air knocked me out, and I headed to the tent and my sleeping bag.

Something, possibly an owl, awakened me. I looked outside. Glowing embers of the fire revealed that no one was there. I heard faint laughter. I carefully followed the sound.

In front of me was the shore of the lake, illuminated by the moon. They were all there. Then the boys began to undress. They were going for a midnight swim. To my amazement, their boxers were off too. I could see their naked butts! There were girls there. They would see them!

I was transfixed, then unbelievably they started to strip too. I don’t know if I was relieved or disappointed when they stopped at their underwear. Four boys and four girls entered the water. The other two moved to the relatively dark, area nearer to me. I crouched down among the ferns. The boy was my brother and I don’t think he would take kindly to my presence.

I was mesmerised. They started kissing and he unhooked her bra and eased it off her shoulders. I saw her back, but prayed she would turn around. She did, I got my first real glimpse of tits!

Something stirred down below. My first erection. What a sight, no not my erection, her tits, round and bouncy, with my brother’s hands stroking them. They kissed again and lay down on the grass. He started pulling her pants down and soon they were off. They were both butt-naked. She lay on top of him. I got such a good view of that bum, but I wanted to see what was at the front. By now, there was lots of rolling around, and moans and groans. Finally, my brother rolled over and spread her legs. I got a glimpse of hair.

Really?

I hadn’t known about that. Then I knew they were going to do it. I’d never been that sure what doing it was, but now I knew he was going to put his Willy inside her. He did.

My balls were bursting and erupted, soaking my shorts.

I sneaked back to my tent unobserved. I never told anyone, even in my older years. The naked romp was not repeated. Those first tits and pussy that I saw, belong to my sister-in-law.

Yes. That was it for both of them. They have been together ever since.

Years passed, but that ignited my fascination for sex. Too long a story to go into, details about the first feels, the first fingerings, the first time.

That wasn't what determined my sexual proclivities and kinks. That was my encounter with Victoria. She was a lecturer at University, twenty years older than I was. A cougar, a predator and I was her prey! Very willing prey too. My education started with her. I was introduced to every conceivable, possibly illegal, sexual practice known to man, or woman. I took on every role and tried male one-to-one, female one-to-one, groups, gang bangs, BDMS, and spanking with every conceivable implement.

The aforementioned Shibari, Japanese bonding to the uninitiated, was my speciality. I excelled at casting. I discovered that receiving was not for me.

Now you will understand why a 16-year-old virgin was not safe with me.

Eventually, I moved away from university and Victoria, but the kink remained.

I married and had two sons. Not surprisingly, the marriage didn't survive my sexual demands which eventually surfaced. When I suggested swinging, my wife left, taking the boys with her.

I had a good life, never lacking female company, more adventurous than my ex-wife. I had a good job, travelling the country, advising in new farming methods, machinery etc.

Eventually, I ended up back in Yorkshire. A group of us decided to go to a club after closing. It had a good reputation for the best females in town.

Once inside, we were shown to a table by a smiling, scantily dressed waitress. This looked promising. There was a stage with a single spotlight.

Looking around, I could see the clientele was all male. Was this a strip joint? Unfortunately not, complained my friend.

The entertainment was about to begin.

The music started, slow sexy blues, the lone female wore a cat-like mask and very little else.

A purple Basque, laced up the front which revealed most, but not all, of her beautiful breasts.

The black stockings held up by the purple suspenders encased her long legs. She wore a matching purple thong which left her bottom completely bare. Sky-high heels completed the fabulous outfit. My friends were drooling as was every man in the room.

This siren was a redhead!!

The years slipped away. I was in that pool on the Yorkshire moors. I was 20.

It was Red. It was Stephanie, no longer a 16-year-old virgin!!!!