Chapter 1: My introduction to sex

I guess I should start by talking about the first cock I ever held, which belonged to a mad pony called Spike. Spike was only just a pony at 13.2 hands, chestnut in colour with a white blaze down his nose. He was just about given to my father by one of his friends. Certainly, any discussion about money never reached my ears and my father gave him to me for a combined 14th birthday and Christmas present.

Allegedly Spike was a gelding and therefore calmer and unlikely to show interest in female horses. Nothing could be further from the truth with him, as he loved chasing the mares and would often mount them. He couldn’t impregnate a mare having no testicles, but he could catch STDs which is exactly what he did.

The vet who examined him said he was either a full rig or a false rig but it would need expensive ultrasound examination to find out more. You have to remember that at the time I was just 14, and pretty naive about sex. I only understood the theory from what I had read in books about humans. I had no idea what a rig was, but the words ‘expensive ultrasound’ didn’t sound good.

At the stables where I kept Spike there was a really nice woman called Claire who was more like an older sister. We became firm friends, and I was in awe of her. It was her and her husband who I ended up in bed with a few years later. I talked to Claire who explained what a rig was, although I am not sure I fully understood at the time. We established that Spike couldn’t make any baby Spikes which was a relief, but she said I should keep him apart from the mares.

If Spike was a human, he would have been Harry Houdini as I lost count of the number of times I found him in the wrong field with a stupid smug grin on his face. Sure enough, he caught an STD and to this day I never know whether the vet was a pervert or just thought it was funny when he gave me a big pot of cream with the words,

“Make sure you fully coat his member every day for at least a week or until the rash goes.”

Grooming Spike was easy as the tart loved having his coat brushed or combed, standing stock still. Of course, if I wasn’t doing it to his satisfaction he would stand on my toe which I can assure you bloody hurts even with paddock boots on. When it came to the cream, I would smear it on liberally and the only thing I can really recall is Spike doing his stupid snickering sound as my hand worked up and down his cock.

As previously mentioned this was entirely non-sexual in my eyes but looking back I have always wondered if this is what triggered my interest in sex. I never considered the thought of a human with a horse, but started to wonder what a human cock would look like. The one thing I did know was it must be smaller than Spike otherwise it would never fit.

I was an only child but if my parents had been rewarded for effort then I would have had many brothers and sisters. They weren’t quiet about it either, and many nights I would listen to the headboard banging or the moans of my mother as they had sex. I have documented this in “What listening could lead to” and as mentioned there, the first part is entirely true. I used to masturbate as I guess many other girls did by rubbing my clit, but eventually, this wasn’t enough and my ‘virgo intacta’ went to the handle of a hairbrush. The more I listened to my parents, the more interested I became in boys.

My best friend in the world was a girl called Kim Cox (yes I know a great name isn’t it and also true). Kim and I had been friends ever since we started senior school together when we were both 11. Since that day we had shared the experiences of so many things, from the first time kissing a boy to losing our virginity. We would spend hours talking about which film star or pop star would be the lucky one to take us for the first time and how wonderful it would be. We used to compare breast sizes as we both started to develop and even compared pubic hair, yet it was never sexual between us. We even compared masturbation techniques, but it was helping each other learn rather than sexual desire for each other. Quite simply in our heads, sex was with boys not between girls.

Kim was a few months older than me, and we would compete to be first in everything. She was the first to give a boy a hand job, but I was the first to lose my virginity and give a blow job. It was Kim who taught me how to give a boy a hand job by using a small compact umbrella, a technique I practised a lot over the next year. It was also her who taught me how to get drinks from a pub at 14.