I got me my first rubber dong when I was 17. It was the best gift I've ever given myself. I wanted and needed regular and penetrative sex, even if it was only with myself, from the age of twelve at which I accidentally ripped my hymen using a hairbrush for masturbatory purposes. The summer of '77 was the summer I entered my teens and also the summer I lost my virginity. As fate would have it, it was craved by a woman of 36 and I gave it freely.

We were vacationing in Norway that year. Dad's crazy about fly fishing and so was I, at the time. I had recently discovered masturbation and was practising the noble art of self indulgence diligently every chance I got. Fishing could never compare to that. To my great dismay, I came down with rubella, which my sister had passed on to me before we left. My dad didn't want me to be alone in the damp, draughty cabin we rented and thus it was decided that I would stay in the caravan of this neighbour woman and her son until I felt better. Not that I was particularly ill. Her son was 10 and out playing with my brother all day. So it came to be that we had most of the days to ourselves. I was well tucked in and taken care of by Grete. She was a brunette, full bodied with an angelic face and ENORMOUS breasts. Mine were just beginning to show signs of budding and I was SO jealous. I was a very small girl then; thin as a reed, no hips and about 135 cm tall. Once, as she lent over me to fetch the lunch tray, I pinched her nipple through her dress and bra and got slapped on the arm for the trouble. She apologised and stuttered something about me causing her pain. I KNOW she lied since I had been very gentle. I sulked, but secretly fingered myself silly for the remainder of that day, thinking about those huge, soft globes.

The next day must have been the warmest of the whole summer, I think. I wore no clothes whatsoever and certainly no covers. The fever was going down and I was sweating floods. I tried sleeping, but with thoughts of sleep came thoughts of sex and I tried to get myself off once more before dozing off. I drew the small curtains all around the caravan and started rubbing my slit up and down, closing my eyes with the lovely sensations that soon overwhelmed me. Suddenly Grete appeared in the doorway. I turned onto my stomach with lightning speed and feigned sleep. A few seconds later I felt a hand on my buttocks and her weight beside me as she sat on the bed. I looked up and to my surprise and shame I saw that she was crying. Tears were rolling down her cheeks and falling in her lap. I felt so guilty. I had done a bad thing and now she was angry with me. I blushed from head to toe, cried myself and said I was sorry and that I would never do it again and that I would leave her camper at once. She then took me into her arms, squeezed me hard and said that her tears had nothing to do with my masturbating, well, maybe a little, for she so longed for release herself. Her husband had been arrested for drunk driving in Oslo two days before their vacation and this was three weeks ago. For the next hour she told me in total candour about their sex life, what positions they used, how much she liked oral sex, how she liked to masturbate and that she was bi-sexual in all respects. By the time she finished her tale, her hand was inside her panties and I could hear this distinct wet "clicking" noise of a finger rapidly stroking a clit. I knew the sound all to well myself. Her eyes were closed and her breath hissed through her teeth. She was getting there. With my right hand I started fingering my own slimy quim, my left came to rest on her breast. In a minute she came with a loud "ooooooohhhhhh" and her face contorted in pleasure. I absently wondered if I looked like that when I came. As her breathing became normal again, she turned towards me and looked at me. She looked at my downy pussy and at the hand working on it. " Would you like to look at me", she said. I silently nodded in response and trembled in anticipation of what was to come.

She turned to sit on the bed with her left leg draped over mine, slid the strap of her dress down the arm and pulled one of those magnificent breasts out of the bra. I swear it was bigger than my head. She then pulled her dress up to her waist. She had knickers in the most horrible green hue imaginable, but that's beside the point, I couldn't wait to see what was behind that big damp spot in the middle. I stroked her breast with clumsy fingers while two fingers of my other hand plunged in and out of my cunt, making the most incredible sounds. She closed her eyes and pulled her knickers to the side and showed me a very wet, fleshy cunt with big outer labia and no visible inner labia. She was very hairy and the scent that rose from her crotch hit me like a punch in the face. She opened her eyes and looked at me. " Do you like the view, Helén". I could but nod in reply. I was flushed, close to orgasm and totally bewildered. "You can touch it if you like". Uncertain of what to do I just stretched out my hand and let it drop in her lap. She took it and placed it on her pussy. Actually, she sat on my hand and I tried as best I could to move my fingers like I did with myself. I got between those big outer lips and suddenly I was inside! Well, partly anyway. Her eyes went wide and she gasped loudly. It was so warm, so soft, so slippery and exciting that I forgot all about my own aching cunt and gave hers my undivided attention. She suddenly pulled my fingers out, leaned backwards until she was sprawled across the foot of the bed, took off her panties and sniffed them, motioning for me to do the same. I pressed my mouth and nose to the soaked gusset and inhaled the scent of a woman in heat for the very first time. Neither cocaine nor any other "nose-candy" could ever have done what that scent did for me. It made my head spin, set my crotch on fire and my mouth water, all at once. Grete just laid there, smiling at me with damp eyes. I smiled back at her behind her knickers and kept on sniffing. She signed to me to crawl on top of her and I climbed up and lay on her belly. She was a VERY full bodied woman and we must have looked ridiculous together, me only a fraction of her size. I rubbed my kneecap on her pussy in a sort of humping motion and tried to rub myself on her belly, but to no avail. I crawled higher until we were face to face. I could smell the residue from her panties on her face and licked her chin and lower lip. She licked the tip of my nose and we both started giggling, but stopped when she covered my mouth with hers and gave me my very first French kiss. Her tongue felt large and coarse at first, but then I melted in her mouth, responding with my own tongue sliding in between her lips. She started sucking on it so hard it was almost painful. She let go and apologised, then started over, more gently this time. I felt her hand trail my back down, slowly towards my bum, tracing the crack to my opening. I spread my legs as far as I could as she let her finger circle my wet hole. She slid it in and kept going as she felt no resistance. She broke the kiss and asked me if I had done "it" before, "No, you're my first" I whispered into her mouth. She fingered me ever so gently for a while, then stopped and told me to turn around. So I turned onto my back and was rewarded with a laugh.

"No, head to foot, silly". "Oh... ". I turned over and turned again to face her hairy crotch. At once her pussy disappeared out of view as she pulled me towards her face. Uncertain of what was going to happen, I twitched violently as I felt something warm and slithering trace my pussy from clit to rectum. It took me a few moments to realise it was her tongue and at that moment I felt it enter me. God in Heaven! The feelings I experienced over the next minutes, are even with all the experience I've gathered since, still beyond description. The words Total Bliss will have to suffice. As she alternately, slowly circled my hole and fucked me with her tongue, I longed to return the favour. The difference in height made it impossible, though. She tried to raise her knees, but all I got was good look. "Please, finger me" she said. I reached down with both hands and pulled her lips apart and started to rub my middle finger in the wetness below. Her whole body jerked as I touched her clitoris and I concentrated my efforts on that area. Her clit wasn't easy to find among the folds and I think I missed it more often than not, but I heard her whisper "Oh, Helén" a few times, so I must have done something right. I came twice in her mouth in the time she licked me. Every orgasm began with her sucking hard on my clit and ended with her tongue as far up my vagina as it would go. She later confessed that she liked the feel of my contractions around her tongue.