When I was a kid my mother used to go every Sunday to visit her mother which was about an hour away. I hated these trips for two reasons: 1) I would always get car sick. 2) I was an only child, very lonely, and this meant I couldn't play with my friends in the neighborhood every Sunday. My grandmother was good to me and a wonderful lady.

There were no children in the neighborhood but I would occasionally go to the neighbor's house and they had a 16 year old grandson (I'll call Greg) and his friend (I'll call Mike) there most every Sunday. As a preteen, they considered me a nuisance to have around. His grandmother would fuss at him that they needed to let me play Monopoly or other games with them, which they were never happy about.

One day his grandmother went out in the yard and we were alone in the house. I asked him if he wanted to play cards and he said no and told me he wanted me to go home. I got upset and started to cry and he said that he would play all the cards I wanted if I let him 'pug" me. I had never heard the term and he said that he wanted me to stand up, spread my legs, and let him grab my pussy really quick through my clothes. I was very uncomfortable with it and he said, "Just let me do it one time to show you what I mean and I'll quit.". I did stand up but moved away when he moved forward and he said, "Just close your eyes if it helps". I did and then he "pugged" me one time.

It was more embarrassing than anything but was over with quick. I said, "Can we play cards now?". He said, "You'll have to let me pug you 10 times, then we'll play cards.". I stood there as he did this 10 times and then he asked me what game I wanted to play. We played cards for the next two hours and then I went home. His grandmother called my mother and told her that her son enjoyed having me over so much that I just "love that girl".

For the next several Sundays, I would go over, he would pug me 10 times in order to play a game and then he changed the rules. He would only play for one hour before I had to let him do it again. By this time, I had got used to it...I still closed my eyes and didn't feel it so much anymore. By the end of the year, I let his friend start doing it too. They always told me how soft it was between my legs and how I was the only girl they really liked to play with.

This went on for over a year and I eventually got boobs. One day we were outside behind the house playing and his grandmother was going to a neighbor's house for a few minutes. Greg came over and said he wanted to see my tits which weren't even big enough to require a bra. I told him no way. Then Greg and Mike started talking about how I was cussing and they would tell my mother. I didn't but they said they would make up the lie to get me into trouble and I knew I would get a spanking. He said, "Just close your eyes and lift your shirt for just two minutes" After a lot of coaxing I did and then said, "Wow...those are so pretty". They both ran their hands across them and lightly pinched my nipples. "Those are going to grow into some really big knockers" and then would grab ahold of the entire boob. After what I felt like were two minutes I put my shirt down and they thanked me profusely for letting them touch me. I had negotiated that they could either play with my boobs or pug me but not both.

This too, went on for about six months.

One day when his grandmother was sleeping we were out in the garage. You'll have to understand at this point I was very naive. Greg said, "We have a question for you." I said sure. "We heard that girls have hair on their pussy but that if they did it was all nasty and smelly". He said, "Do you have hair on your pussy?" I didn't want to answer the question. Greg said, "Mike, see, told you, I bet she does and it's all nasty. I kept smelling something like a dead dog and I bet it's her." I started to cry and told them it didn't smell that I took a bath every day. He said, "Then prove it because you'll have to go home because I have been looking for that stench and it only happens when you are here. I bet you have a nasty pussy. I bet it's rotten and has bugs." They both laughed at me.

I started to cry and said I didn't and they said, "You'll have to show us or leave." They both put their hands over their noses and acted like they were going to vomit. I lifted my skirt, crying and pulled down my panties. I said, "See, it's clean and I don't have any bugs". Greg said, "I can't really see it". Then I stood there as he crouched down and said, "Mike, she's right, it doesn't stink...she is really clean and it even smells good". Then I started to put my skirt down and he said, "Wait...I think I see something on you, let me get it off".

Very quickly he slid his finger over my hole to get it wet and started rubbing my clit. I had not yet masterbated on my own yet, so this sensation was new and shamefully, it felt good.

He looked up at me and said, "Do you like how that feels when I rub your pussy?" I confessed I did, I started to put my skirt down and he said he grandmother wouldn't be back for at least an hour. He got me to spread my legs a little more. He crouched down and told me to hold still and then his mouth was on my hairy pussy licking my clit. I could not believe the sensation between my legs and never wanted it to end. I was against the riding lawn more and he eventually slipped off my panties entirely so he could really bury yourself between your legs. Mike said, "I think she really likes it, she really likes it." Greg said, "Pussy tastes like candy...omg, it tastes like cotton candy".

I eventually had this sensation to build and had what I eventually learned was an orgasm or "cum" as he called it. He asked me if I liked how that felt and I was embarrassed to say it felt good. I put my panties back on and I went to pee and we went back out to the garage so Mike could take a turn. This time I got on the hood of the riding lawn more and spread my legs all the way open and didn't mind it when Greg kneaded my tits at the same time. He said, "They really do have hair on their pussy and it's not true they stink and have bugs."

The following Sunday we started to go for walks in the nearby woods and I always wore dresses or skirts to give them both easy access. We had to get more creative during the winter months but eventually summer started again so we went back out for walks. Why in the world my mother, allowed me to go for walks with two boys I'll never know.

While laying back on a rock and Greg was taking his usual turn to lick my pussy, by this time when one was licking the other one was usually playing with my boobs. Greg said he wanted to try something new. He said, "You have a hole between your legs and I want to stick a finger in it." I knew I had hole because I had started my period by then, but obviously very naive to anything sticking in it. He said it may hurt but it would feel just as good if not better than having my pussy licked.

I agreed to let him try. I spread my legs for him and he slowly started to inch a finger in and I pulled back because it hurt. He got so far and then felt my hymen and I told him to stop because it hurt. He said, "When you get married your husband is going to stick his dick in here and on your wedding night he's gong to just shove it right in and it is going to hurt like hell. I can fix it to where it won't hurt because he won't be as gentle as I am now. It's just a finger, that's it." I still begged him to take his finger out. He said, "Can you just old your breath and let me try for one second...I'm trying to keep you from having worse pain later." Mike confirmed what he said was true. He said his sister screamed and cried her entire wedding night because she was so tight his dick had to stretch her pussy out and it took a long time. He said, "She couldn't walk for days after".

Greg convinced me that if I let him help me stretch my pussy out now when I was young, it would make things easier when I got married. He said, "I need to get my finger in just a little more, just close your eyes and take a deep breath if it hurts too bad I'll quit. Have I ever hurt you before?' He had not.

Mike was at my head and Greg said, "Ok...I'm going to count...one...two..." then on "three" Greg shoved his finger in, Mike pushed me toward Greg by my shoulders and the pain was unbelievable. Mike quickly put his hand over my mouth as we didn't want to alert anyone. Greg said, "It's ok, it's ok....shhhhh....I'm going to leave my finger in, I'm not moving it and the pain will go away in a little bit". I asked him to take it out and he convinced me it would hurt MORE if he took it out right now. He left his finger in and the pain did start to pull away. He said, "See, what did I tell you? Damn, Mike she is so tight in this pussy...her husband would have killed her, glad I am able to help her out. She's a good girl."

Then Greg wanted to show me how good the finger felt and started moving it in and out while licking my pussy. It was such a deep sensation and when I started to cum, it was far more intense than before. Mike wanted him to try his turn and i said I had to go home. My stomach did hurt for the rest of the day. The next Sunday Mike got his turn because Greg said it wasn't fair that I didn't let him do it too. When Mike was fingering and licking me it was the first time I saw Greg pull his dick out and start stroking it. I drew the line and refused to touch or lick his dick. I remember my eyes growing wide when I saw the "milk" as he called it shooting out when he cum too. I had never seen anything so big in my life. He said, "See, this is what we shove between your legs when you get married, see how big that is?" I nodded..."Now you know it was going to hurt like hell". I believed him.

These sessions we had went on for another year and a half. By this time I had just turned 14. They were both fingering me on a regular basis, had also started fingering my asshole too. Sometimes I would sit on Greg's face while Mike had his finger up my ass. I had learned to look forward to the amazing orgasms these two would give me every Sunday.

One Sunday Mike wasn't there and Greg wanted to go for a walk into the woods alone. We had a large flat rock that we used and this time instead of me being on my back he wanted me to bend over on my stomach. It didn't make any difference to me as I was at this point, willing to take a fingering and a pussy licking however he wanted to give it. Greg had long since worked up to sticking two fingers inside of me on a regular basis but suddenly, his weight was more on top of me and I felt something larger that I knew wasn't his fingers. I came to the horrible realization he was trying to stick his dick in me. I said, "Greg...stop, it's going to hurt". He said, "Shhh...hold still, I promise it won't. Please, please let me stick it in...I promise you, double promise, it is going to feel so good."

I did what I had done all the other times...closed my eyes, held my breath and waited for that fullness to enter me. When he fucked me the first time it didn't hurt but it was more full than I had ever felt. He kept his cock in for a long time, telling me how hot, wet, and tight it was inside. I grabbed the edges of the rock and could see my vision bounce as he started to pump himself in and out of me. Hearing his grunts and groans of pleasure. Telling me how good my pussy felt. "Yes, holy shit..omg...omg...your pussy is tight girl! Damn!" He flipped me over and I had to keep my eyes shut because I didn't want to see him pounding me. I lifted up my shirt and said, "Yeah, those titties are bouncing baby...spread your legs a little more...that's it...damn you are a good girl..tell me how you like me to fuck you! Go on! Say it! Tell me how you like me to fuck your pussy! Tell me I'm the king!"

So I did as he asked, my voice broken from the pounding I was getting..trying to breathe.."Fuck..my...pussy...you...are.. the...king..." Greg's pressure was building. "Oh God...holy shit I am getting ready to cum". He pulled out and I saw his "milk" shoot up in the air. "Whoa!!!" He screamed. I started to get up and he came over and at me like a wild animal with his face between my legs, he put two fingers in and I came in less than a minute. "Damn that was good! Holy shit!"

The next Sunday I went into the woods with both of them and I knew what was going to happen. As if by habit, I lifted my skirt, bent over the rock while Mike removed my panties, except this time, Greg was holding both of my outstretched hands. Greg said, "Go slow, she's only done this once..it's ok baby, we aren't going to let anything bad happen>" It took a minute for Mike to get his dick hard and he had to get me wet first. He was bigger than Greg. He also fucked me harder and Greg put his hand gently over my mouth because my own grunting was so loud he was afraid someone would hear. After Mike shot his load Greg took his turn. I had to ask for him to hurry because my pussy was sore. I had to put ice on it that night and it was so swollen it didn't go back down for two days.

About a month after we started these fucking sessions, Greg had a cousin who was about my age that came from out of town and they got me to let him fuck me too one time because he threatened to tell my mother what we had been doing. After his cousin did it, and Mike did it, I started crying too hard and told Greg I had to stop because I was hurting too bad. He told me I was being a whiny bitch. He said, "You see these balls? They are hurting because you won't let me fuck you". He stated exaggerating like he was bending over, like he was dying. I tried to let him do it again and the pain was too much he said, "You are going to have to let me do something because I can't walk home like this". That is when he talked me into opening my mouth...I didn't do anything but just open it. But he fucked my mouth and came inside of it without telling me. I spit it out and almost vomited b/c the taste was terrible and the thought of that "milk" was grossing me out. Greg told them fucking my mouth felt so much better than my pussy and they said, "My cousin will be gone but you really need to be sucking while the other is fucking you...you really need to do that if you want to keep letting us make you cum or else we'll stop doing it."

The following Sunday was the one and only time I sucked them both off while the other fucked me. I got my two orgasms as promised.

The reason I didn't go back was because my grandmother had died. I was 14 years old. Because my initiation to sex had stared out being a dirty secret, this became something I did throughout most of my high school and college years. I would go to away games at schools where I didn't know anyone...meet a boy, flirt with him, tell him a fake name, and then sneak off to a secluded area so he could finger me until I came and all he got out of it was some tit action. I always made sure I wore no panties and a skirt for easy access. I would close my eyes and think of that first time Greg touched my clit, rubbed it in that special way and made me cum. The first time he put his finger inside...I would let guys finger me so hard they would actually lift me up off the floor. I would never give them my phone number and made sure to keep my secret out of places that I lived.

Before I got married at 23, I didn't have your typical bachelorette party. I went to Vegas my myself. I told my mother and my fiancee that was meeting friends from college, but it wasn't true. After the first night I met a group of good-looking guys also there for a bachelor party from out-of-town. After they verified I wasn't a pro, I invited all six of them to my room for an all-night gang bang. They couldn't believe they got this action for free. I had brought lots of sex toys with me and allowed them to tie me up to the headboard (yes, dangerous I know) and put a spreader bar between my legs. They were like animals pouring oil over my pussy and pounding it like a Christmas ham. I would look them dead in the eye and say, "Is that as hard as you can fuck? Should I take my nap now?" That always got them going and I would get fucked so hard it would make me scream..it was like a fucking frenzy.

One of them wanted to fuck me up the ass which unknown to them, I had never done before. I only offered it to the lucky groom-to-be. He said, "OMG, it is so tight it feels like she's an ass virgin". I grunted with each thrust, choking on the various cocks being slipped into my mouth, one after the other. After the groom-to-be they all got an ass-turn. After it was obvious I was spent (and so were they) they untied me from the bed and left the spreader bar between my legs...each one was starting to get dressed and I just lay there dead from exhaustion. They walked out without so much as a thank you and I loved it. I lay in my nastiness for hours before I finally took a shower to clean up. My pussy so sore I could hardly touch it. I stayed in bed all day because I couldn't walk.

Two days later I did it again with another group. So I had fucked about 14 guys in less than a week. Yes, I was ready to get married.

On my last day in Vegas I recognized the name of this really hot Puerto Rican that had brought me room service all week. He brought my lunch tray and I answered the door in my white nightgown that was paper thin and very obvious I had nothing on underneath. He brought it inside and I signed the check and gave him a generous tip and asked him if there was anything else he would like as a tip and put one hand up the side of my breast. He hesitated for a minute because he was judging if he was being set up. He smiled...was quiet...I ran my hand between my legs. He said, "Are you serious? Right now?" I nodded. He said, "I have to get back down I can only give you five minutes" I raced over to the bed, face down, lifted my gown as he lowered his pants...he had a monster cock and I was already wet and he started pounding me hard. He jerked back my hair and said,"You like this cock, is this what you wanted". I Confessed Yes! Yes!" He speeded up and then without any warning, he entered my asshole in one shot and started to cum almost immediately. I screamed while he came b/c my ass hurt so much from being fucked when I wasn't expecting it. He pulled out after he shot his load and zipped up. Thanked me and left.

I got married the following week, have been married for 15 years. My husband has cheated on me at least twice but I never let him know I found out. I have been very faithful to him.

So that is my story of my introduction to sex. Hope you enjoyed it.