Date: Sat, 23 Mar 2013 06:57:43 +0000
From: Richard Howells <richard963@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: First Times - by candlelight

There is a first time for everything in life. The experience of having sex
in one form or another is such enjoyment that one never forgets it. So it
was with my sex life. I was born in 1957 to an unmarried mother. She tried
to bring me up by herself and I remember her as loving mum but when I had
to go to school she could not afford to clothe me so I was fostered. I had
three lots of foster parents. The last ones passed me on when I was fifteen
and a half. The woman had found me masturbating over a copy of Mayfair and
thought it was disgusting. It took a month to find new parents.

"No one wants a dirty little boy like you." The old bag said.

When my new mum and dad came to pick me up it was not like other handovers
– there was no Social Worker involved, and an envelope with a cheque in
it was given before I was taken away. The new couple were very nice to me –
the man was a well dressed one with gently soft hands and winsome smile.
The woman was plump and fortyish but quite nice looking. They lived in a
large detached house in Surbiton – a classic English suburb in south of
London. They had daughter who was a year older than me. She was called
Janet and pretty, wore nice dresses and had a good figure.

The woman was called Jean and owned a dress shop and the man was called
Charles and he owned a `Gentlemen's outfitters` called Charles. The year
was 1972 and pornography was for sale openly – the sixties had been a
sexual revolution and now the sex scene was growing. Homosexuality was now
legal since 1967 but was not really publicly acceptable – the act only
allowed homosexual acts in private. Janet and I were employed in the shop
as assistants and got paid a wage.

My first full time sexual adventure was with Jean. It was Friday night I
was taking a bath for the first time in their house. Charles had gone out
and Janet was watching TV. I was quite happy and I was playing with my cock
when Jean came in.

"I'll wash your back if you like" She went down on her knees and picked up
the soap and flannel and proceeded to wash me all over.

"Stand up and I`ll wash your bum", she said.

She washed my arse and then started to soap my cock, except she dropped the
flannel, soaped her hand and then rubbed it up and down. To my horror it
became stiff right in front of her face.

"Wow that's a beautiful sight, it's quite big isn't it." She then turned
her head and shouted out loudly, "Janet bring your school ruler in her I
want to measure Richard's willy."

Janet came running in to the bathroom with her eyes all gleaming and behind
her came Charles. Jean grabbed the ruler off Janet and quickly put it up
against my stiff cock.

"Oh yes, it's a full man sized, seven inches. Come here Janet and feel it."

Janet came forward and reached out to it with her right hand. She gently
began to masturbate me.

"Put your mouth on it, feel its force in your mouth," Jean said, then she
pushed the girl's head down until she could take me in her mouth. I had to
turn sideways in the bath and knell on the edge to enable her to mouth
me. It felt wonderful.

"Oh that's good ..... that's wonderful.... oh I'm coming....."

Janet immediately pulled her mouth off me but I came very quickly and my
spunk flew out onto her lips and nose. My knees felt weak and I sank back
into the bath. Jean passed the flannel to Janet to wipe the perm off her
face.

Charles came over to me. "Here let me help you out of the bath".

He helped me out and proceeded to rub me dry with a nice big towel. He took
careful to rub my bottom and then dropped to his knees to clean my front.

"Oh what a nice big cocky you have......let me see if I get to rise again."

He dropped the towel and started to wank my foreskin back and forward and
when it became a bit stiff put his mouth onto it and moved his head back
and forward. I was amazed that I could get stiff again so soon but it was
nice and I smiled as he performed this miracle. I lasted a bit longer this
time and I got excited and pulled his head onto it as I came. I felt my
come shoot right into his mouth. As I came I looked round and saw Jean
hugging Janet tightly then turning her around and taking her off to her
bedroom.

Charles wiped his mouth on the towel and stood up.

"It's my turn now to get my rocks off. Turn round and lean against the
bathroom chair."

I did as I was told and held onto the top and pushed my bum out. I had an
idea of what he wanted to do to me. Firstly he rubbed soap around my arse
hole then rubbed his own prick with soapy water and got it stiff. He then
held my hips and slowly pushed it into me. It felt very queer at first; he
pulled back and pushed again and then again. My cock was still standing
stiffly and he put his left hand round my body and started masturbate me. I
enjoyed his touch and began to enjoy being buggered.

"You're so tight, is it you're first time with a man and do you like it?"

"Yes and yes it grows on one. Can you do it a bit faster, I want to come."

He wanked me hard and buggered me faster until he gave a final shove and
shot his load inside my arse. I came weakly onto his hand.

"That was nice wasn't it? Now wash your hole with a hot flannel and hold it
over the orifice, this will lessen the bruising."

Indeed I did feel bruised after that, it was quite a painful though
enjoyable experience.

The next morning Janet and I stayed home when Jean and Charles went out for
the weekly shop. We were sitting on a sofa in the lounge. It was a nice day
but cold.  Our conversation turned to sex and I remembered that Jean had
been taken Janet back to her room after I had been buggered.

"What happened when your mum took you back to her bedroom last night ?

"She not really my mother. She adopted me when I was twelve after my mother
died of breast cancer and my father married someone else. We into bed
together and she French kissed me and then finger fucked me."

"How did she do that?"

"Give me your hand and I'll show you."

She took my hand up her dress, "push you hand down the front of my knickers
and rub my twat."

I did that and found it a bit dry and I said so.

"You'll have to lick it then."

I went down on my knees reached up and pulled her knickers down. She had to
lift her bum up bum to help me. Then she opened up her thighs and I pushed
my head up until I could see her twat.

"Wow you haven't any pubic hair!"

"No, Jean arranged for it to be torn off with strips of waxed paper to make
me look like a young virgin. She's been making love to me since I came here
when I was twelve."

"That's not nice, how can you aunt do this to you?."

"She's a lesbian and she was my mother's girl friend and was the reason why
my father left her. Now lick my pussy, Jean has done it many times and I
like it."

So I pushed my tongue out and started to lick her nether lips. I found I
could push my tongue into a space which I now know is called a vagina. Then
I felt Janet grab my head and pull it up onto a small nub.

"Lick this spot .... I like this part best."

I licked and then put my teeth on it and back to licking it hard. This went
on until she moved her pelvis up and down, really fucking my mouth still
held by her hands. Suddenly she stiffened and pushed her hips forward and
screamed, "I'm coming....." Then she must have pissed because a lot of
salty smelly liquid came into my mouth. I had to drink it all but some went
out the sides and dribbled down my front. She let go of my head and looked
down at me.

"Wow that's the first time I have really come on someone. Did you mind?"

"No, I drank it all down it was salty but very sexy, look at my prick its
standing out solid."

I felt an urgent need to come, so I stood up and opened my flies and pulled
my cock. I masturbated quickly and shot a load of spunk all over her naked
thighs. It was lovely, we were happy to be together and she gave me a big
hug.

Life settled down after that with us all working in the shops from nine to
six daily, not Sundays; we as a family didn't work Saturday either
employees did and they had Monday off to compensate. The Miner's strike had
started on the ninth of February and after two weeks the Power workers said
that they would support the miners by making power cuts to domestic
supplies and they would be random.  This produced a panic for supplies of
torches, candles and paraffin lamps. Jean and Charles to buy candles and
torches as did everyone else. They came back after four hours looking
exasperated.

"Well we finally managed to get two lamps, two boxes of candles and fthree
boxes of matches We went to three hardware stores before we got anything
and then – supplies were rationed to each person so Charles and I queued
separately, it was chaotic."

That night Charles went by train to the pub in London where homos
gathered. It was called The Champion Cockrell and was in Notting Hill. He
said is friends all called it `The Cock`.  Jean, Janet and I were watching
the Palladium Show with Bruce Forsyth when the lights went out and the TV
went off – total blackness. Jean got up and moved gently around to find
the candles and matches. The coal fire was giving some light and heat of
course. She lit a few and put them in old candle sticks. They gave off a
gentle light. I had never even seen candle light before – it looked kind
of spooky.

"Well what shall we do with ourselves now?" said Jean. "I know let's have a
glass of sherry."

She went over to the drinks cabinet and took out a bottle of sherry and
poured out three glasses.

"This is a nice Oloroso you'll find it sweet but not too sweet. My father
was an imported of fine wines and Sherries and this is one of his stocks. I
inherited this house and his money when he died ten years ago. I used his
money to buy myself a dress shop and later a half share in the Charles'
shop. We got married for tax purposes not love."

We all had a sip of it; it tasted nice so I took a bigger drink. I felt it
warm me up and brought a flush to my cheeks. Janet looked similarly
flushed.

"Now, children what you two been up to? Tell me what you have been doing
together."

We told her and after we had told her. She then asked if we would like to
hear about her first sexual adventures. We said we would and so she
started.

`My father was rich enough to send me to an all-girl's boarding school in
Sussex, near Bournemouth. Until I was 15, us girls only talked about sex
and then one day, when I was playing hockey on a cold day in March, I
slipped and bruised my right hip when I fell onto the hard pitch. I managed
to play on and when I had had a shower and I was drying myself, the Sports
Mistress came into the changing room - she liked to come in to see us dress
after a game.`

"Come into my room and let me see to that nasty bruise."

`I wrapped the towel around myself and walked past all the other teammates
who were towelling themselves. There was a massage Table in there and the
coach told me to lie down on it.`

`"Right now let me look." She said and took my towel away. There was a
nasty big bruise all black and blue on my right hip.`

"I'll put Arnica on that straight away."

`She squeezed the ointment out and rubbed it in. I was aware that her
fingers were close to my pussy, but the pain from the bruising distracted
me from getting excited. The Sports Mistress whose name was Miss Roberts,
became got aroused. I could see her face became red and her voice
deepened. After she finished she washed her hands and the turned to me and
said, "You have a lot of hair there, would you like me to trim it to make
it less smelly after you have a pee."`

`She went to a cupboard and returned with a pair of scissors and a tube of
KY jelly. At the time, I had no idea what KY jelly could be used for. She
asked me to swing round on the bed and let my legs hang over the side, then
to open my legs so she could cut my pubic hairs. She cut all the hairs
around my slit right down while she knelt between my legs. I could feel her
breath on it and I became excited. She then trimmed the hair above it.`

"You have a lovely pussy, all neat and you have no ugly lips
protruding. I'll rub some of this jelly on you."

`She proceeded to squeeze the jelly out and rubbed it up and down my slit,
now al naked. Her fingers slipped into my cunt and I began to enjoy it.`

`"Oh that's nice , that's really nice... please keep doing it.  Ohh ooohh I
think I'm having an orgasm."`

"Is that your first one Jean? Well now you know how it's done you can do it
again and again won't you?"

`After that I practised doing it for myself and then I did it to my two
best girl friends. I lost interest in boys and found myself admiring girls
boobs. We would get together out of sight of the Mistresses and play with
each other. At night in the dormitories I would bed hop and we finger
fucked each other! Oh.. that's getting me excited just thinking about it.`

"Janet take Dickie pants off and let's see if he is excited."

Janet knelt on the floor and with my help removed my trousers and
pants. She reached up and started to masturbate my semi stiff prick.

"Put your mouth on it, like you used to do for Charles."

I rapidly became stiff as her hand moved up and down.

"Right now straddle him and fuck him for the first time, Janet."

She stood up and removed her tights and pants. We were all in front of the
coal fire and it was warm there. She moved up and laid on my body, grasped
my stiffness and slid herself down onto it. It felt good; her cunt was
tight and wet; she did all the moving, I just held her thighs as she moved
on me. Jean watched and put her hand between her legs and rubbed.

"Don't cum Dickie, I want a bit of the action."

She stood up, she divested herself of her tights and knickers and came over
to us and knelt down. I watched as she put her hand on Janet's arse,
stroked it and then rammed her middle finger into her arsehole. Janet
squealed and came all at once and stopped fucking me. She got off and stood
back. Jean tried to lay on me but stopped.

"Let's try on the floor."

She went down onto her hands and knees and waggled her bum at me. I got up
from the sofa and holding my prick, lowered myself into a position behind
and in between her thighs. I felt her hand come up between her legs and
helped it unto her cunt. I slid in; she too, was wet and clinging.

"Oh that's so good" said Janet. "I haven't had a fuck for ages. Go faster,
go faster."

I moved as fast as I could. I began to feel that that wonderful of
impending orgasm. I pulled back all the way and thrust forwards, it felt
even tighter. I thrust harder until my cock was all the way in, it felt hot
and dry. I looked down and in the firelight I could see that I was embedded
in her arsehole. Jean didn't object or even notice, she was so high on the
pleasure. Not to worry, I pulled back and thrust again and again then
spewed my spunk in her while still moving in and out. I stopped and leant
forwards to rest.

I stood up then and looked around for something to wipe my dick with and
picked up my under pants and wiped myself with them. Then I looked down at
Jean's arse and I wiped her arsehole afterwards.

"Thank you Dickie that was fantastic. Charles always used to cum up my bum
so I wouldn't get pregnant. It's quite nice after the initial pain. You
should try it Janet."

"No thank you Auntie Jean, My little brown hole is much too small for
that."

"You had better go off to bed now. I'll stay down and wait for Charlie."

Janet and I went up to bed. We carried a candle stuck with wax onto a
saucer so the wax would not run down and hurt our hands. A little trick
Jean learnt it in the War. We decided to sleep together in her big bed as
it was cold upstairs. We managed to get undressed and went to the bathroom
and then slid into bed together. We hugged each other, then Jane told me to
turn over and she moulded herself to my back and reached down and just held
onto my cock.

"That was nice tonight wasn't it?

On another night when we were plunged into darkness, Jean went to go
upstairs and asked me to accompany her to hold the candle while she peed We
got to the bathroom and she handed the saucer with the candle , turned
round lifted up her dress and pulled her pants down. She let go a large
stream of hot smelly piss and as I stood there I got turned on, I could
feel my cock stiffen in my trousers.

"Are you getting excited, young man? Is this what you wanted to see?"
Auntie Jean said, and she opened up her thighs. I could see all of her
hairy minge dissected down the middle by her cunt.

"Come closer and examine me. All the time, she was pissing a steady stream
of smelly hot piss. I went down onto my knees and moved my head up close.
Jean grabbed the back of my head and said "Drink some my piss you dirty
little boy, drink it down."

My mouth was pulled right in amongst her pubic hair and I no option but to
drink or have my face covered in piss. It tasted salty but I had a
distinctly sexual feeling as I could smell her cunt

Having done that with Jean, I took the opportunity to do the same with
young Janet, when we were going to bed early with the lights on. We had had
our supper early, as we feared we would not be able to use the electric
cooker if there was a power cut. She came into the bathroom when I was
cleaning my teeth. She lifted nightie up and sat on the loo to piss. I
turned round and went over to her kissed her fully on the mouth and then
dropped to my knees and forced open her thighs. Her cunt was fully exposed
to me completely bare after the wax treatment. I moved my mouth forward and
pushed it into the piss stream and I drank the honey coloured fluid. Then
when the stream stopped, I licked up and down her slit. Janet held my head
in tight until I felt her give a big spasm as she came.

"Quickly change places I want to fuck you. She rose up and I pulled my
pyjamas bottoms off and sat down on the toilet. Janet straddled me, then
grabbed my prick and held it until she could slide down it and fuck me. She
remembered just in time toget off me before I came and she turned around,
reached through her legs for my cock and then slid her arsehole down onto
it.

"I used to do this for Charles when I first came here when he fancied me."

It felt tight and I soon shot my load up her bum. My prick was all shit
brown stained afterwards and I had to wash it.

Another time, as the government suggested that we should share a bath, I
asked Janet if she would share a bath with me. I was in the bath with only
ten inches of water and Janet came in, dropped her dressing gown and got
into the bath, but she stood over me first. Then to my surprise she bent
her knees slightly, opened her thighs and pulled her cunt lips open and
pissed on me. I laughed and opened my mouth to receive her gift.

"You wanted my pee so here it is."

Then she dropped down into the water into the tap end. We happily soaped
each other and she tried to grab my dick and wank it, but I evaded her hand
and I tried to poke a finger in her twat. Great laughs. We dried our selves
afterwards and went back to her bedroom, still nude. We started to kiss and
cuddle when Jean came in.

"I'm bored downstairs with no Tele and no book to read so I've come up to
join you two lovebirds.  She proceeded to take most of her clothes off only
leaving her bra on. My eyes were immediately drawn to her twat which
appeared so hairy after Janet's bare one. She moved over to the bed and got
on.

"Move over Dickie, I want to straddle my little girl."

I moved right over to the wall and watched as she climbed up Janet's body
and sat on her gasping face. Jean grasped onto the headboard to balance
herself and looked down as she began to fuck the girl's mouth.

"Your tongue! Use your tongue on my clit. Can you feel it? Feel the hard
little bump. Oh yes!" She screamed. "Lick it! Kiss it! Suck it!"

When the ecstasy overwhelmed her, Jean climbed up even higher and draped a

leg over Janet's shoulder. At the same time she lowered her pussy down hard
on her face on the bed. She rode her, gasping for joy as her cunt
completely smothered her face.

"Do it! Shove your tongue up inside my pussy!"

Her foster daughter had little choice in the matter, but it was patently
clear that she wasn't finding the experience distressing as her tongue
penetrated her cunt and licked up the syrupy honey inside.  Soon, she began
rotating her hips, pressing down harder onto Janet's mouth and face. Again
her nose nudged her clit, and the horny woman squealed in delight as a
sudden intense orgasm ripped through her. She bolted upright, stiffening as
wild sensation shot through her cunt, her juices wetting Janet's face,
filling her mouth and going up her nostrils.

I, meanwhile masturbated as I watched the sexiest scene I had ever seen
unfold.

Jean stopped moving and slowly moved away from Janet.

"She's all yours, ..........fuck her hard ......but don't come inside.... I
don't want her pregnant." She then disappeared, presumably to go to the
bathroom.

I got between her knees and pushed my cock into her cunt. It was easy as
she was so wet and juicy.  Janet's legs came up around my back and held me
tightly, she gave a big shudder. I found I could move it about an inch
which I did quickly. I felt myself cuming so I pulled back and then thrust
forward and the friction of her pubic hair set me off and I spewed my sperm
over her belly. I fell forwards and rolled off poor Janet. We were both
gasping for breath. We lay there for some time until Jean came back in.

"You poor darlings go to the bathroom and wipe yourselves off."

We did as she asked using our flannels and also both of us had a piss. We
slept in our own beds exhausted. Luckily it was Sunday the next day and we
didn't stir out bed till midday. The miner's strike lasted for seven weeks,
with power cuts – not caused by the miners but by other trade unions
supporting their `brothers`.

One result of the power cuts was a resurgence of Price's candle factory in
Battersea. Price's invented the paraffin wax candle and at one time had
employed 5,000 people, and was the largest candle maker in the world. The
demand for candles also initiated home candle making and a shop called
Candle maker's Supplies came into existence. I learned how to make them and
I still have many big candles in all colours around my house waiting for
the next power cut to plunge us into darkness.