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Sheila was the first girl I fucked – I had previously met Joan, the virgin daughter of a prostitute She was happy to strip naked and let me examine her cunt – which fascinated me – and she would wank me off over her tits but was too tight for me to finger her. So, when I met Sheila she had been fucked before and I could easily finger her cunt and she became so wet – all down her thighs – so I fucked her – but spurted over her pubic hair. The following day I bought some condoms. We fucked regularly and when Sheila stayed she slept in a daybed in the front room, while I slept in my bedroom upstairs – in the morning I would go down for a fuck and mother must have known as she stayed in bed until noon to give us plenty of shagging time.
I had set up the small back bedroom as a photographic processing room with all the necessary equipment and a red “safety light.” – I had a hobby “photographing naked girls” – in a studio, in Manchester, run by Mr. Sixsmith My first model was a beautiful blonde girl, fantastic figure and looked fabulous – but, as required. She would not open her legs for cunt shots. I went back a week later and the resident model was a chubby older woman who, when I told her I processed my own films opened her legs for photographs, held her cunt lips open, and also masturbated for me to photograph. When I had taken two rolls of film she beckoned me over to a small couch out of sight from the peephole in the door and we sat side by side, she felt my crotch and unzipped my trousers and I squeezed her tits. She started to suck my tool and I fingered her clit – we came together. ( Good I enjoyed it )
Some days later Sheila asked “Why do you keep going to Manchester?” So I told her “Oh, can I see,” she asked and I went upstairs and brought down the beautiful girl one ( I thought the cunt ones would be too much ) Sheila looked at them “She certainly is pretty,” she said “But she has shaved her pubic hair ) The following day, at noon, she arrived unexpectedly, and stood in front of me and raised her skirt ‘no panties – no hair’ – I shaved last night, in the bath using my father’s razor and shaving soap” – ( He must have wondered why his razor blade was suddenly blunt. )
Whilst she was shaved, I asked Sheila if I could photograph her naked. She replied “It could be fun” – I had purchased a movie camera and I asked her “Do you want to star in a movie?” She giggled and agreed and I set my camera on a tripod and told her to lie on the bed, She did “Spread your legs” and there was a shaved cunt – “Hold it open” and she did showing her clit – vulva including clit and labia. “Finger yourself” and she responded and rubbed her clit and penetrated further. She became excited and I continued to film until she shuddered in orgasm – end of the movie.
I then had the problem of processing the film – the instructions included some Sulfuric acid ( I did not know that battery acid would have done ) and I went to several chemists but could only get diluted acid – I eventually went to see Betty, who had studied chemistry with me – she obliged and I processed the black and white movie. Not too bad – but not Oscar material.
On another occasion, I went to visit her in Coppull, where she lived and her parents were out. I was sitting in an armchair when Sheila approached and pulled off her panties, unzipped my trousers, and straddled me with my dick in her cunt, she kept moving up and down, and We were about to cum – when we heard keys in the front door. She left off and let her skirt cover her, I zipped my tool in my trousers – still hard but rapidly drooping and her parents were in the small vestibule – moments later I heard the door knob being turned and “shock Horror” her panties on the floor. I made a lightning grab and had them in my pocket before her father walked in.
I returned to TCD for another term and we wrote to each other for the three months of that term
On my return, we resumed our physical relationship – just straight – nothing spectacular. Until she went to Blackpool, with a church group, for a religious conference. I arrived five minutes before she arrived home carrying her suitcase. We kissed and I carried the bag upstairs where she sorted out garments for washing. I saw some panties, at one side and picked them up to pass to her. She blushed and grabbed them and buried them at the bottom of the pile of dirty clothes but not before I saw and felt the crotch of them – stiff with cum and cunt juices – at least three dollops of cum ( one man three times or three men once each or some other combination, ) I hope she enjoyed it in a religious environment. Holy Shit! – God Knows – Devil of a Question. – Angels Alive.
I enjoyed her for some weeks until I had to return to Baille Ath Cliath ( Erse for Dublin ) and we responded regularly for some weeks and, then her letters stopped. I did however receive a memo from a friend saying “Saw Sheila holding hands with a scruffy bloke”
Three years later I heard she was married, had two daughters, and was pregnant again. The silly twat was another man’s responsibility – an exgirlfriend.
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