Chapter 5
My Experiences as Girl
"You are using always this dirty word fucking," he's stating while kissing me.
"Why do you use it so much? You don't like 'making love'?"
"No dear, I like 'making love'. But then I feel the word fucking not as dirty. For me it's describing very well in English the lustful and pleasureful desire to have intercourse and what we do on the way to climaxing. It sounds good for me. I love 'fucking' you. It's a pleasure sound, an expression of feeling sensational pleasures in the vagina."
"Well, I haven't seen it like this before. But if you say so, and you mean it this way, then we can use it both: I love to fuck you, fuck with you."
"Yes my dear, I love to fuck you too. I don't mean it dirty. It's not dirty what we do."
I seal it with a long kiss.
"Tell me about your early experience with boys." He's demanding with emphasis to gain time.
"Well, there is something to tell, what do you want to know?"
"Your boyfriend you learned with each weekend. What kind of boyfriend was he?"
"He was one schoolmate of mine, funny friend, and we were together longer time. He was so lucky to be able to continue secondary school. He liked to teach me."
"Have you been in love?" He wants to know details.
"Yes, we liked each other very much and saw each other regularly."
"I mean, did you do it with him, sex?" He's insisting to know.
"Do you really want to know that?" I'm looking into his eyes. Is he jealous?
"Yes, please dear."
"Yes, we were kissing. We met often and he was bringing me presents, he was quite caring for me. So we made all."
"He gave you presents like what?"
"He had a better family. He came with bread, or biscuits, or chocolate for me."
"And what means 'you made all'," he wants to know.
"Anything we could do: Caressing each other, and we fucked."
"Really?" He looks in disbelieve into my eyes. "Often? How?"
"Yes dear. He was one boy who could make me climax some times, more than others. And we enjoyed being together".
"How did you come together?"
"You know we learned together each weekend, and he got from his Grandparents a one-room shed for our studies. We could lock the door and have our privacy. We were studying, talking, and as much as we liked we could fuck, experiment with our bodies. There was a table and a bench, and we tried everything."
"Really? Everything?" He's a bit shocked or jealous. "And also during the week?"
"Yes dear, we tried any style of fucking, and we had much fun with it. And well, in the week-days after school we walked together, and there were a lot of bushes to hide, or a maize field."
"You were fucking every day with him?" he's really shocked now.
"Almost every day if I could. And when he was absent I had other boys."
He takes a deep breath in my arms, his mouth open, and looks into my eyes in disbelieve:
"No joking?"
"No dear."
And he keeps quite for a while. Then he holds me tight and teasing.
"Why other boys?" He wants to know all.
"Because I liked boys in those times. They were also eager to learn, and provide me presents."
"Also bread and sweets?"
"Yes dear, they offered something nice, and I had my pleasure and fun with them."
"How did you do it in the bushes?" He asks eager and with lust in his eyes.
"What do you mean how?" I joke teasingly back.
"I mean how you fucked your boyfriends usually. Which position? With clothes?"
"Ohh, you want these details?" I'm smiling at him, and kiss him, tease him with my hands.
"We started always kissing and teasing. Young boys were very excited and wanted it quick. I pulled down their trousers and teased their penises with my hand. Some came immediately then."
"Did you undress?"
"Well, it depended. Some wanted real fucking and were able to perform. We had not much clothes. But I had to keep my only school-dress clean, same as they. I had the blouse, the jacked, skirt, and mostly one old loose underwear at school days. The boys used to touch me under the lifted skirt first, feeling my wet and open vagina. If they were too excited to wait they just lifted my skirt up, my loose panty falls down to my feet, and I bent deep forward to take them from behind. I was then fucked standing, or we went down into doggy style."
"You liked that style?" he's requesting to know.
"I still like that dear." I smile at him and kiss him. "You can enter deep into me."
"Ohh… And the others?"
"Others, as my fix boyfriend, took more time and wanted to love me naked. So we undressed each other to take care for the clothes, and then they kissed and touched me all over and laid me down on the soil. So we fucked longer and in many ways. They climaxed later, and I had the chance to climax with them."
"But then you must have been dirty from sand and dust?"
"Yes," I laugh loud. "Sometimes also covered by mud after rainfalls. But they were always polite with me and helped to clean me all over. Some brought paper towels with them. That was nice and fun too."
"So you did enjoy playing and fucking with the boys very much."
"Yes my dear, I liked to get them excited and to see their reactions. And sometimes they were fucking me really good for their age and to my satisfaction as well. I studied them."
He still looks deep into my eyes with some disbelieve. In his Indian tradition this is not even thinkable. But he likes my story, is inspired as I can see in his sparkling eyes.
"Were all of your girlfriends doing the same?"
"Well, I don't know. But some of them… yes".
He thinks now long in my arms, my naked lover, while I'm teasing his skins a bit with my warm hands. Then he's reacting again, and I see his imaginations in his face expressed.
"I want also try everything with you!" He's now jealous.
"Do you remember one time I wanted you so badly in the bushes?"
I smile at him.
"Yes dear, I remember it well. It was as we were looking out for a farm land. And I refused to let you fuck me that time on that ground for good reasons. But now we can try and do everything you want. I'm ready for you."
I see his relieve in his face, a happy smile.
"So you remember everything well. I wanted you so hardly, but you refused."
I'm laughing at him:
"We were looking for this plot of land you wanted to buy for me, and it was full of trees and bushes. You did send the owner away to get a key for the house. Then you were extremely excited and wanted to fuck me there behind the bushes. You even took your big penis out and showed it to me. It was very tempting indeed, but I did not want it for good reasons."
"But why not? I was going to buy you the land you were dreaming of always."
"Exactly that's why. You said before you buy it because making good the misery when working in your house, tolerating your wife, and caring for your daughter. And then the way I had to leave the work, the wrong accusations, that what you said to compensate. I did not like to fuck you in exchange for the land then. I know how you fucked all the other women before. And additionally I was afraid the owner could come back at any time, and he knows me from the neighbourhood. What would have people said?"
"Well, u are right, I was too crazy about you that moment." He kisses me.
He smiles again at me:
"How did it end then with your boyfriend. Why didn't you marry your boyfriend?"
"No dear, I had to leave my village to work as you know. I was in love with him. But we lost contact then. He was finishing school and studied then."
"But why loosing contact?" He's eager.
"I was working in the town first, and then in Nairobi. That time there was not telephone, not even the possibility to write letters or to visit. So he mated with my best girlfriend, and after he finished University and became a teacher they married. I had no chance."
"Oh, sorry. That was sad for you. All because of no money."
"Yes dear, I had to suffer and to work."
"But all the other boys of that time? - You did not want to marry? Why?"
"There was one other boyfriend, as a boy, not a man at that time. I felt myself much more mature. And I did not want to marry an African man, never wanted. I tell you later why."
"But you got not pregnant as your sisters?"
"No dear, I never got pregnant."
"What did you do against pregnancy?"
"I did nothing special."
"What? No pills, no condoms?" He's very amazed. "And you never conceived a baby?"
"No dear, no money, no pill, even no condoms; and I never liked condoms. Either I was lucky, or our God was protecting me, or the boys were not strong enough."
"The boys," he mutters. "You have to tell me all about this".
"Yes dear, I will tell you everything. But right now I need you!"
I kiss him long and wanting. I feel also his penis more reactive again. Does jealousy have such a positive effect on men?