US encounters

After “The Electricians” I have received mails asking I have ever had any real experiences with girl sex and if I have any stores about it.

I am sorry to disappoint my readers, but I am “almost” completely straight. I have had a few situations where I have had sex with other couples present where the guys have wanted the girls to touch each other. I have tried it, just to say I have tried it, but it has never really had me going.

The only time I have had a real experience with another girl, is one of the few times when I haven’t afterwards written it down. Probably because I felt funny about it. However, I will try to tell it the way I remember, since apparently some readers seem to fancy the thought of me with another woman.

When I was 17 I was an exchange student and lived for a year with an American family in a relatively small town. The family was very nice, very religious and strict. There was a daughter, who only turned 17 after I had arrived and a son of 15.

At 17 I had been sexually active for two years, and had been with perhaps 10 different guys. I felt very experienced and was totally unprepared for a society where I wasn’t even allowed to be alone with a boy. However, I behaved myself very well. I respected the family and the rules of the society, and I also realised that if I were known to be “willing” I would get a bad reputation and possibly even risk being sent home. So I restrained myself, didn’t have a steady boyfriend, but dated many of the guys from the football team and basketball team (I liked the big guys) and expertly rejected their advances.

I was however, often very frustrated. I had only a few months before I left started to experiment with “toys”, but couldn’t find even that in the small town as it seemed to be a forbidden object. So after about half of year of frustration I finally picked up enough nerve to ask the guy who had taught me about toys to send me some. He did so, very well camouflaged in case they should be opened by the customs. Fortunately they arrived safely. But I had to be careful with the buzzing ones as the walls were very thin upstairs in the house. It was only us kids who had rooms upstairs but Kris, the daughter, was rather jealous of me and would happily have told on me had she found out, and the boy Darrel I knew kept spying on me, so I never knew where he might be lurking.

As a matter of fact I remember having great fun using him for a bit of excitement. My favourite toy was a set of Ben-Wah balls. Three or maybe four balls the size of table tennis balls were strung together on a string. When you inserted them in your pussy and put on your panties, you could pretend to sit at your desk doing homework, but only a slightly rocking motion would eventually set you off with a very nice orgasm. Kris was an aerobic dancer and Darrel was a football player. They had an exercise room, with a mirror and handrail along the end and weights and two exercise bicycles. I didn’t have any workout clothes of my own, but used to borrow Kris’s. She was my size in body, but with only small breasts, so I could hardly fit my breasts into it, but since it was very stretchable it worked out anyway, just was the material very stretched across my breasts. I was very aware of Darrel always staring at me when we were exercising together, but I quite liked it. In the beginning I felt a bit guilty and worried what the family would say about me being in the exercise room alone with Darrel. But since Kris and Darrel also often practised together, and I was supposed to be part of the family on even terms, nobody seemed to mind as long as somebody else was in the house at the same time.

Even though Darrel was only 15 he was quite well build, I guess from all the workout. I my frustration he became the object of some of my dreams, as he seemed to be the only male ever around me at times when I was excited. I enjoyed the way he always managed to choose the workout tool, which would give him the best position from which to watch me, as I sat on the bicycle. I had developed at way of putting the bike seat so high that I was stretching to reach the pedals, which made me move on the saddle in a way, which stimulated my clit. I know my nipples stood out very visibly excited through the stretched material, and even though Darrel tried to hide it when he was shifting positions I knew he was getting an erection from watching me.

One day when I felt exceptionally frustrated I put in the Ben-Wah balls before going to the gym. I just thought it would be a nice pleasant feeling, but was actually choked when I found out how intense the feeling was when I sat on the bicycle saddle. I just tried to bike carefully, but the feeling was so strong that I soon found myself biking faster to try to hide the movements I couldn’t stop making. I was very aware of Darrel looking at me in wonder as he saw me exercising at a speed I never used to reach. It was so hard to control movements, speed and composure under those circumstances. Controlling the orgasm, which hit me very hard, was impossible and I collapsed on the handlebar – trying to pretend I was just completely out of breath from the final spurt. I even had Darrel worried for he came over to ask if I was ok. I sure was – I had just had one of the strongest orgasms in 6 months while being watched by a hungry 15 year old!

I don’t know if he suspected anything, but I guess he did, because after a couple of “normal” workout sessions, he asked me if I had given up practising the high-speed chases. I told him I was just slowly building up the style, it had been almost killing me last time, but he thought that maybe I should go back to trying again. For the next practise I put in the balls again, but this time I was prepared and controlled it a bit better. But I still had Darrel staring at me intensely, and I imagine that he knew very well what was happening. Not with the Ben-Wah balls, but that I was getting off in front of him.