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Early Breeding Advice…(Part 1)My Grandfather was a randy old rooster. In his day he sired fifteen c***dren with my grandmother and at 70 he still had a glint in his eye for a well formed woman. At 25 I was his first grandc***d contemplating marriage. Well when I say contemplating… the pending marriage was an arranged one. Such arrangements were not unknown back in 1950’s rural England where I grew up. A lot of negotiation in the form of dowries went on between the fathers on both sides. Very often the bride to be was on the ‘plain side’ and believe it or not could still be a virgin on the wrong side of 30. In my case I was lucky my wife-to-be was only 28. Since she had six brothers and two sisters she was also considered to be of good breeding stock. Virginity was an important bargaining point and fathers left no stone on turned to ensure that their daughters were well protected from being ‘tampered with’ by the local bucks.It was at a time and in an area where marriages were still arranged involving deals around money and land. Having lost my father at an early age my grandfather was the one who crudely taught me about the facts of life and arranged ‘training’ for me with a mature widow before he came to a deal with a neighbouring family in acquiring me a wife.Back then human sex was practiced similar to a****l sex which was in the main about breeding and reproducing…in other words the cycle of life. a****l sex you could witness freely all around you. Mares being brought to the stallion, cows to the bull ,cocks on hens, sex between dogs etc. Very often bringing the mare to the stallion or the cow to the bull was a family occasion where all the family partook in witnessing the event. In many ways marriages were similar. Family and friends gathered in a Church to witness the spiritual union of the man woman and from there went on to celebrate the union in a hostelry consuming copious amounts of food and drink. Whereas the ‘taking of the bride’ literally wasn’t witnessed when the time came for her to be impregnated, imaginations and bawdy conversation about the couple – fueled by alcohol – ran rife. The men mused over whether or not the bride had history or whether she was a pure as the driven snow and if so.. tonight she was going to be ‘taken to cock for the first time’ and maybe if they gathered under the window of the couples room they would hear her squeal like a stuck pig when the cock ripped into her for that first time. The married women huddled in groups were non the less pure in bawdiness as they commented on the grooms physique. Wondering what his ‘equipment’ was like. If he was short or light in stature they wondered if he was up to the task of breaking a virgin. If he was big and muscular would he be too big for her…. if it was her first time.So in the countryside young boys and girls were quickly initiated (visually) about the use of their sexual parts. However if you were a man… catching a glimpse of a woman’s cunt was nearly as rare as hens teeth. For girls it was different especially if they had brothers or if they lived on a farm that had farmhands. As we know men display their equipment more freely even if its in all innocence such as relieving themselves of water in the open air which was common back then in the countryside. Girls didn’t freely admit to witnessing such sights of course…except to their closest female friends where they willingly and excitedly compared notes. They called mens cock’s “Willys” and in their conversations (frequently exaggerated) with reference güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri to the length girth etc. of the cocks they saw. Whether or not they were circumcised and if in their witnessing the cocks they saw were flaccid or semi-erect, whether or not they were displaying their balls and if they did, were they hanging low or tightly held in their sacs. Curiosity and excitement reached fever pitch if a girl had seen a rampant cock on some young buck who was “tossing himself off” in a shed or behind some tree. How had she the nerve to keep looking when he squirted his seed? Was it a big spill? Did it shoot out far from his body when it hit the ground?Since I reached the age of 21 my grandfather entered into negotiations about finding me a bride. Back at puberty he had introduced me to the facts of life, in the most basic of ways by taking me with him to witness one of his mares being taken to stud. On the way there he told me I was about to witness something very exciting. When I asked him what it was he said “Don’t worry you’ll understand as soon as you see what the stallion will do to the mare. As they say a picture paints a thousand words”.After the experience of witnessing the stallion mounting the mare, I began to understand why I woke up with a straining hard-on every morning. Now I realised what I had being missing when I had no fleshy aperture to take the stiffness out of it like when the stallions piston slipped limply out of the mare. While witnessing the event my cock started to stiffen in my pants and stayed rock hard all the way home. My grandfather asked me if I understood what I had witnessed and went on to explain that when the time came for me to get married and bear him a grandc***d I would have the pleasure of doing to a woman what the stallion did to the mare.That was my initial introduction to the facts of life. As soon as I got home I couldn’t wait to go to my room, lock my door, whip out my stiff spear, and grip it in my fist simulating how the mare gripped the stallion. Since I didn’t actually see what happened when the stallion with his long hose up to its root in the mare started to shudder while biting her neck I had no idea what was going to happen next. My immediate feeling now was that as soon as I started to wank myself…there was no turning back. After the first couple of strokes something changed inside me. I could feel a mixture of tension and excitement building that I never felt before and I knew that something big was about to happen, I didn’t know what – all I knew was that something scary and exciting was happening inside my body right now, not realising then that it was something that was going to change how I felt forever as soon as this feeling reached its climax. I could feel this intense pressure building behind my balls followed by a tingling sensation that spread like a trickling current into both my ovals. When I looked down with my heart racing and my face burning I saw this clear clear syrup like tear beginning to drip from the eye of my knob. While squeezing my cock tightly in my fist, I reached out with my left index finger to pick up the drip and to smooth it over my now very swollen pink knob, wondering what is this strange liquid was that I had never seen before. It was silky smooth, clear and oil like in texture and the sensation of spreading it over my entire knob was nothing short of electric. I still had no idea what was going to happen next. In some ways it was like I wasn’t in control. The speed güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri of my stroking increased by some inner force that I seemed to have no control over and the tingling sensation in my balls quickly intensified. I now noticed that my cock was so engorged and elongated that it caused my balls and their usually slack bag to tighten to the extent that my balls had separated and were bulging out one at either side at the root of my stem. Then without warning I felt the mussels in my upper thighs contract and my arse cheeks spasm as spurts of milky liquid began to jet uncontrollably from the eye of my knob onto my bedspread in front of me. Instinctively I continue squeezing and wanking until I drained my reservoirs of every last drop before I collapsed limply onto my bed. Staring at the creamy liquid soaking into my bedspread everything came into focus. This was my baby making seed that was now becoming rapidly absorbed, spreading into a wet stain on my bedspread. To remove the evidence I quickly jumped off my bed and rushed to the bathroom to wet and soap a face towel to scrub away any evidence of the event.From that day onwards it I was taken over by an addiction. I was jacking myself off 5, 6, 7 times a day. Every morning I woke with my dick as hard as a fence post leaking pre-cum onto my sheet waiting for its first wank of the day. By experiment I had masturbation down to a fine art. I discovered that when I was about to shoot my load I could intensify the experience by gripping my cock tightly enough in my hand so as hold back my seed. By doing so all the muscles in my body would spasm to the extent that I would trash around on the floor or bed as if I was having a seizure. Only when the spasms eased would I release my grip and my seed would spurt forth.In those days there was no internet and no sex material readily available in the form of magazines even. Yet all I could think about was sex. Every woman I saw I tried to imagine what she looked like naked and yet I had never seen a naked woman. Back then breasts were tightly haltered. Getting a glimpse of what a woman looked like between her legs was virtually non-existent because by and large women kept their legs closed and covered to the knee at least.Occasionally in summer time some women -particularly country women- went bra-less especially if they were breast feeding their young and if a blouse was thin enough you could see the sway of swollen tits, full of milk with nipples like studs wetting and trying to poke through the soft cotton. Occasional views such as this were wanking incentives for the mind and I would jack myself off trying to imagine what blue veined naked tits engorged and full of milk looked like. in raw flesh. Trying to imagine what it would be like to gaze upon them, to touch them gently, before being overcome by lust and squeezing them roughly to suck leaking milk out of the hard rubbery nipples.One day grandfather surprised me when he caught me jacking off in one of his barns. Embarrassed by his sudden intrusion, I tried to cover myself forcing my jutting cock inside my pants. He on the other hand wasn’t at all embarrassed and tried to assure me that he understood. “You’re growing into a young buck. Why do you think I took you with me to see the stallion do his job. I knew that would trigger things off for you. Now you’re probably finding it hard to keep your hands off it and that’s only natural. You have to try and understand that if you’re in a state of constant hardness güvenilir bahis şirketleri it’s only because your cock is stretching out from your body yearning to plant itself in it’s natural home”. I was amazed by his casual perception and understanding of my situation and how laid back he was around my recent introduction to sex. “But I don’t know what its natural home looks like” I blurted out. “Don’t worry” he calmly reassured me. “After supper come up to my room I have some pictures to show you that will help”. At the very thought of seeing the type of pictures I expected and yearned to see my mouth wet dry and my waning hard on began to re-energize itself by lengthening itself down my trouser leg.That evening when I knocked nervously on his door he invited me in and gestured me towards a chair at the end of his bed before opening his wardrobe door and taking out a black hard covered photo album.Black and white photos of men and women copulating in every conceivable position were presented to me. Cunts were hairy, some densely haired, some lightly haired. The men in the pictures were a mix of mature and men of my own age. Some pricks were trunk-like adorned with mushroom shaped knobs and heavy bull-like low hanging balls. Younger pricks with tight ball sacks were long and thin with pointed knobs .There was a picture of a man opening a fleshy mature quim with his forefinger and thumb with one hand while holding and aiming a huge cock at her entrance ready to plunge. Some pictures were in sequence, knob inserted, prick half way lodged, cock up the balls. A picture that really excited me showed two men and one woman. The woman naked, was on her back on a table being held down by one man standing at her head with his rampant cock sticking out of his pants holding her by ankles pulling her legs apart and towards him placing her spread-eagled for the second man with a huge prick in his hand positioning himself between her legs preparing to shaft her. Another picture really intrigued me. It showed a man sitting on a chair with a pretty young woman standing in front of him. The man had his hand up the girls skirt and you could see the bulge of his hand groping her between her legs.My grandfather noticed my prolonged staring. “I see your sharing the mans experience, I call this one ‘The thrill of the Grope’ or ‘Running the hand’ on her…The obvious questions inevitably cross the mind of the viewer… Has she knickers or is she going commando? Is she hairy or smooth? Will she open her legs for him as far as her tight skirt will allow and let him finger her for him to find if her channel is slippery or dry? She’s young, so, Is she tight? The excitement of watching her expressions that will tell him whether she’ll lie down or go doggy for him”I think I know just the woman that will show you what you have yet to see… and feel” he said giving me a cheeky smirk and a wink as he walked away leaving me hanging. What on earth did he mean? How could he come out with a statement like that and walk away. It was like giving a c***d a bar of chocolate and snatching it back before the c***d could take a bite.The next evening after a long hot sunny hot day I had finished ploughing the Lake field and I was stabling and feeding the horses when he came in and said “As soon as you’ve had your supper I want you to freshen yourself up and have a bath as we’re going for a spin in the pony and trap.” “I’m tired from traipsing around after these two all day granddad do you mind if we do it another evening”? “That’s not a option son I’m afraid, I have an appointment for you and it can’t be postponed”. Negotiations with the father of my bride-to-be were ongoing so my first thoughts were that he was taking me over to her homestead and he wanted to me to look my best so as he could strengthen his bargaining position ….(to be continued)
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