I was studying medicine at Cambridge University and in my second year. In the summer holiday, I decide to do a cycle tour of England's South West country as my father, had done in the 1930's. My bike was a drop handle bar Hercules, to which I had fitted a carrier on the back. I set off on the Monday and stayed each night in a Youth Hostel. By Friday I had reached Dorset. I avoided main roads because of the traffic and also because I enjoyed seeing all the small villages -- I was in no rush and some of them were very beautiful. Dorset is quite hilly and at about five o'clock and I was trying to get to a Youth Hostel and I went down a particular hill too fast, took a corner wide and skidded on loose gravel. My bike went off into a ditch and I scrapped along the road.
I slowly got up and examined myself. I had destroyed my khaki shorts and was bleeding from multiple scratches. I picked up my bike and pushed it down the hill. I came across a house set back from the road and a woman was working in the front garden.
"Could you help me please, I've had an accident."
The woman came flying out of her gate and helped me into her garden.
"Oh, you poor boy, take your bike round the back and I will clean up your wound."
So I wheeled the bike round the back of the house. At the back there was an extension for the kitchen and the bathroom. I parked my bike against the back wall and went into the kitchen.
"Come and sit down and I will see to your wounds. I was trained as nurse."
My short trousers where torn to shreds, so I took them off before I sat down in the wooden chair. The young woman knelt before me. She had a pretty face, red from the sun, with light brown curly hair. She wore a loose blouse which hung forward as she bent down. As she washed the blood and stones out of my scratches, I looked down her front, where I could see the white mounds of her breasts. My prick stirred in my Y-fronts and slowly started to creep down my leg without me realising it.
The woman finished the job on my leg and wrapped some linen around my thigh. She must have seen my cock as it was now half erect.
"I see you like my tits then!" she said in her strong Dorset accent. I actually blushed with embarrassment.
"Sorry about that, I am not used to being with girls. I have been living in an academic atmosphere for too long" and I pushed the recalcitrant prick back out of sight.
"Would you like me to deal with your stiffness? I used to help young men when they got excited in the Cottage Hospital where I worked."
"No, no please it's going down already." I laughed.
"Where are you headed?"
"I am aiming for Blandford Forum today and then going on to see Lulworth Cove."
"Well you can't ride the bike with your leg like that; you had better stay the night here."
"That's very kind of you. I had better go and put my other pair of trousers on."
We had a pot of tea with some biscuits and chatted. She talked about how she had been a nurse but had changed to being an Administrator when her boy friend had been killed. His tractor had turned over and crushed his chest.
"Now, would you like a piss? Come with me and we use my two-holer together."
I followed her down the garden path to the wooden shed at the bottom. She opened the door, turned round and pulled her knickers down in one practised movement. I went and shyly opened my fly buttons and pissed into the hole. I could see nettles growing up underneath as I kept my eyes downcast as I could hear her urine hissing out of her cunt alongside. I had not realised how Earthy country folk were. All human functions were natural and acceptable.
We had a bit of supper together, - ham cut from the bone hung from the ceiling, and bread, washed down with a glass of home brewed cider. (All farms used to brew their own beer until the law changed in the 1880's and then they made their own cider, which they gave to the labourers as part of their wages, as the water was not trustworthy. My mother, who was brought up on a farm, never drank tea until she was 26!)
Not having a TV, we sat down and talked. Then at about nine o'clock we went upstairs. I was carrying my pyjamas like a good boy, but Joan (her name) said "You won't be needing those" and grabbed my hand and pulled me into her bedroom, where she quickly stripped off her clothes. I got the message and followed suit, wincing as my pants came down over my scratches.
I could see her white body, her breasts were quite large and firm. Her fanny was covered by a light covering of hair. My prick responded to the sight and started to get erect, again.
"Come on, let's be having you, me darling!" she said in her broad accent.
I lifted up my side of the sheet and blanket and dived in. Joan immediately threw herself over me and stared to kiss me, forcing her tongue into my month and grabbing my prick at the same time. She lifted her head and said "rub my cunt and make me wet for you".
So I moved my right hand down and pushed between her cunt lips. I rubbed her slit until I felt it wet, then pushed my finger up into her vagina and rubbed the pearl of her clitoris. Joan moved her right leg over my thigh, still holding onto my prick, moved its head up and down her cunt and then sank down on it.
It was a lovely feeling of warmth and wetness enveloping my cock. I had never been inside a woman before and I liked it. She bounced up and down and I helped her, holding onto her hips. She started to cry out loud and I thrust hard up wards and held onto her while I fired my spunk into her cunt. I fell back with her on top of me. I was drained. We quietly went off to sleep, hot and sticky, but happy together.
In the morning Joan woke me with a cup of tea. She joined me in bed and we chatted.
"Am I the first woman you've ever fucked them?"
"Well, yes, how did you guess?"
"Because you seemed not to know what to do, but you were very good though and I enjoyed it. What have you being doing for sex in the past?"
"I was sent to a boarding school at the age of seven. We were in small dormitories and at night we would bed hop and play with each others willies. Then when I got to be 12, some of the older boys, 13, grabbed me and held me down while they played with my cock and got it stiff. They tried to make me spunk but without success they then pushed their cocks into my mouth but I kept my mouth shut tight. At thirteen I passed the Common Entrance Exam and went to a major Public School.
For the first year, we yearlings had to fag for the monitors -- that is carry messages about the school. Then for the next year, I fagged for just one monitor, cleaned his army boots and ironed his army trousers. Nothing sexual happened. However in my last year when I was just 18, I was appointed as a monitor. The fag given to me was Prince Bahadur Shah IV; we called him Prince for short. He was the son of a Mogul Prince from India, and quite handsome.
One day he had been beaten on his bum with a cane, for cheeking a Monitor and he came to my study in some distress.
"It's not the pain, it's the humiliation. I didn't think I was being cheeky but just answering the man, but it does hurt though. Have you anything to put on the stripes please?"
As it happens, my father is a doctor and I had a tube of antiseptic ointment handy.
"Ok, take your trousers and pants down and I'll put some ointment on them for you."
Prince dropped his trousers to reveal four red stripes across his bum cheeks. I squeezed some white ointment out and started to rub it in gently. The circular motion of my hand soothed him and after a bit I started to get an erection as I looked at his round arse.
"You've got a lovely bum, you know."
"Yes, I know, my brothers used to use me when I was younger. Would you like to use me know, I quite like it?"
"I have never done it before, but I am tempted to try."
I opened my fly and stroked my prick to stiffness. I also put some more ointment on my finger and rubbed it into his crinkled arsehole.
"Hold onto the desk I am going to try to push it in."
I gave hard push and my mushroom head slipped in quite easily. It felt good. His sphincter was tight around my cock and I began to push and pull it in and out. I speeded up until I gave a final hard shove inwards, pulling my foreskin tight and spunked inside his arsehole. I pulled out and panted out of breath.
"Wow -- that was good. Turn round and I will take in my mouth."
Prince turned round and leant backwards onto the desk, his prick standing out stiffly. I dropped to my knees and grasped it in my hand and pulled it into my mouth. I licked all round the head and moved my mouth about. At the same time I pulled his foreskin up and down. I sucked hard and then he grabbed my head and pushed his prick right into my mouth as he came. I could taste the salty spunk as he emptied his sac. It was the first time I had had sex with another boy and I liked it."
I stopped speaking and Joan put her hand on my cock.
"You've got all excited and stiff. Would you like to bugger me? I am used to it"
"Why are you used to it then?"
"Well, no one round here can get them French letters, no chemist and no money!"
She got up onto the bed and onto her knees and waggled her arse at me. I walked on my knees until I was between her legs and pushed myself into her cunt. It was hot and slippery. I moved in and out quite a few times and then pulled out. I got hold of it and placed the head at her brown hole, it slid in quite nicely, and it was tight.
"Ahh, that's nice. I do like a good bum fuck."
I felt the spunk boiling up my tube and cried out as I came inside her arse. It felt like my balls were being squeezed and I cried out in pain and pleasure. I collapsed backwards onto the bed, out of breath.
We rested for a bit and then got dressed and went down stairs. Joan boiled a couple of eggs and cut me some bread to go with them. As we ate, we talked.
"Did you two do it again?"
"Well, yes, almost every week. I passed him onto the other Monitors -- all four of them buggered him, except the Head Monitor who was the son of the Bishop of Bath and Wells. I left at the end of that summer term and went up to Cambridge where I am studying medicine."
"Oh, perhaps you'll come back and be a House Doctor in our small hospital then?"
"I'll like to, such friendly willing people here!"
Joan got up from the table.
"We'll drive into Blandford this morning and you can buy yourself some new shorts."
So we did that, when we came back, I straightened my spokes on the front wheel. Then we went to the local pub for supper and had a few jars of cider with the yokels. On the Sunday morning I packed my rucksack and set off, thank Joan profusely.
"Call in on you way back, I shall love to have you again"
"And I to have you!!!" We laughed and I peddled off towards Lulworth Cove.