Experiences In Sex - Part II
I am a bachelor. I decided to remain a bachelor at the age of twenty eight. I am now in my mid-forties. At an early age I had my first sex experience. Since then I have fucked many women. I realized that every cunt is unique and exciting in a fuck. That’s why I remained a bachelor. I have fucked many cunts and continue doing so. I want to share my experiences with the fans of this site. Read on….. I grew up in a village. We had a huge farm and my parents used to cultivate wheat, rice, pulses and we had fruit orchards and two ponds in the farm. We had about 30-40 families in the farm and they were the farm laborers. They used to stay near the larger pond which we used for irrigation. Our home was near the smaller pond, about half a Km away, shielded with thick orchards and none of the farm laborers used to come near our home. The pond was meant for our sole use and the people who worked at our home. Shreya moved in next door when I was five years old. Being the only kid my age within 5 Km made it inevitable that we’d become playmates. She was a year elder to me. Did I mention that next door was still nearly a Km away, 1.2 to be exact? Our farm was 3 Kms down a dusty gravel road in Rampur. Shreya’s folks bought my Grandfather’s farm after he passed away. They too had a pond near our pond, about half a Km away from our pond, which was meant for their sole use. Rocks separated the two ponds. At school Shreya and I attended, we mostly played with other kids. After all, she had girl friends there, while I liked to play football during recess. But once we got home, Shreya was normally my only available playmate. The only way another kid could visit either of us was if a parent drove them over, then picked them up later. In farm country most parents had chores that kept them busy all day long Circumstance threw us together other times as well. Shreya and I liked each other; we got along fine all the time. You’d be hard pressed to prove which of us was the shyest. We were both quiet, well-mannered children. We never fought or tried to impose our will on the other. Case in point, tea parties with imaginary guests weren’t something I enjoyed. Once Shreya realized which games that she liked would bore me to tears, she never attempted to foist them on me. Likewise, I learned to hunt at an early age, but she hated guns. Shreya wasn’t a wimp; she’d eat a rabbit or duck. She just didn’t enjoy hunting. But at times we wrestled as both of us would enjoy each others physical contact of our bodies and explore each other. We code worded it as : want to play. As I recall, most of what we learned about physical touching and exploring each other resulted of someone saying, ‘Want to play…’, then trying it. Over the years we discovered a number of activities we both enjoyed, mostly with little discussion. We weren’t afraid to try something new. We’d give it a shot, then simply decide if we liked doing it together or not. In our farm apart from the farm workers we had a maid servant Rita. Rita was thirteen years elder to me. She never worked in the farm but stayed in a cottage next to our house. No farm worker ever came to our house. Rita used to look after the house, clean it, cook food for us and wash the clothes. She was like an elder sister to me. She used to feed me and also bathe me. Many a times I slept in her cottage. Early on we learned that long hikes over the hundreds of acres of surrounding farmland were more fun when I and Shreya took them together. Combined, our two farms had a couple of streams and ponds. Minnows, tadpoles, dragonflies, and fish provided untold hours of enjoyment. Seeing a pair of foxes seemingly float across a recently harvested wheat field, or a Sparrow Hawk lazily circling above the stubble of a corn field, alert for careless field mice, were typical rewards for hours spent sitting quietly on grassy knolls. Our favorite spot was a cluster of huge rocks besides a pond in whose shade we spent a lot of time either whiling away the time or playing. A rusting barrel hoop nailed to a tree gave us a place to shoot a basketball. A cricket ball tossed onto the roof of her huge old hay barn made for a good game of catch. A series of board games came and went as we progressed our friendship. Looking back, I realize we often spoke for hours on end about the world around us, but rarely the worlds within us. Don’t ask me when it happened, but at some point what I had became hers, and what she had was mine. Whether it was books or bikes, it was normal for us to say ‘our books’ or ‘our bikes’. The word ‘my’ was rarely spoken between us. It didn’t matter who bought the toy, or whose house it was in at any given time. Totally unselfish would be an accurate characterization of our relationship. I didn’t pay overmuch attention to the fact that Shreya was a girl and I was a boy. Once I was taking a pee after playing with her. She came and watched me pee. I was embarrassed and turned. She again followed me and stood in front of me and was giggling. After peeing I put my penis back in my shorts. She came to me and tugged my shorts down and held my penis and giggled. I pushed her on to the ground and put my hands up her frock and pulled her panty down and started feeling her crotch . We both were giggling. We sat on the grass in between each other legs . Legs apart as we examined each other. ‘Where is your penis’ ‘Girls don’t have penis’ she said as a matter of fact. ‘When will you get your penis?’ ‘We never get a penis, we have a hole here to pee’ ‘No your penis will grow’ ‘No it won’t, only boys and men have penis’ she said ‘How are you so sure?’ ‘Because mom also does not have a penis’ ‘How do you know?’ ‘Many time we bathe together and she does not have one’‘oh’ ‘Your penis is funny’ ‘what’s so funny’ ‘what is this bag with two nuts?’ she giggled and squeezed my scrotum. That hurt a lot. ‘Ouch don’t do that, it pains’ ‘Sorry’ she said. She just giigled.