Romy’s Sexual Journey from Schoolgirl to ‘Schoolgirl’ Part 1

Hi, my real name is Romy Benson. I’m a pretty successful actor who you would probably know by my stage name (but I’m not going to divulge that here!). Prior to getting married and, I hasten to add, since, I’ve always had a varied and exciting sex life. These days I’m still a fairly tall, blond haired woman with good sized, natural, breasts, a good figure and a shaved pussy. For much of my time as a actor I tended to be cast as a femme fatale in the films I made. Films that I had started making in in the 1960s.

My interest in sex really started when I was about teens. One Saturday morning in the 1950s I was at home whilst my parents had gone out to visit my gran. The only other person in the house was my brother, Joe, who was just over a year older than me. I was doing my homework downstairs when I hit a snag. I needed a ruler and I’d left mine at school. I knew my brother probably had one and popped up to his bedroom to borrow one. He mustn’t have heard me coming up the stairs and opening his bedroom door because there was an immediate rustling, some bed-creaking and a moan. He was lain on his tummy when I entered. ’What the hell do you think you’re doing?’ he shouted, ‘This is my room and you’re not allowed in here!’ That was news to me. It had never been out of bounds to me before. I was a bit non-plussed. I apologised and told him what I’d come up for. ‘Anyway,’ I asked, ‘what were you doing that was so private?’ Then I noticed something. He appeared to be laying on something navy. I recognised what it was immediately. ‘What are you doing with my school knickers?’ I asked. ‘I don’t know what you mean they’re not your school knickers,’ he replied as he tucked the item further under his body. ‘Go on Joe I’d love to know what you’re up to that’s so secretive. Is it naughty? I won’t tell anyone if it is. Honest. I’m just curious,’ I said. Joe seemed to be turning it over in his mind, ’Well, if you really won’t mention it to anyone else. And, remember, a promise is a promise. OK? I’ll tell you. I was just having a wank,’ he stated. ‘What’s a wank?’ I asked. ‘It’s what boys do by rubbing their cocks for a while,’ he replied. This was such a mystery to me. Odd sounding words and funny references I hadn’t got any idea about. I knew boys referred to their penis as a cock sometimes but I hadn’t seen a penis since Joe and I used to be bathed together when we were very young. From my recollection his ‘cock’ was a floppy little flap of skin in between his legs. ‘Can I watch you ‘wank’ then?’ I asked. ‘It’s a bit rude. And it might shock you too. So are you sure?’ he replied. ‘Yes,’ I said, ‘I’m very sure.’ And with that reassurance from me he turned over onto his back. What I saw was amazing. Joe’s penis was sticking straight up. Far, far bigger that I ever remember it. It was also very, very pink. Even quite red in places. I came forward to get a closer look. Then I did indeed see my navy school knickers on the bed. ‘What are you using my knickers for? And where did you get them?’ I asked non-confrontationally. ‘I often find your, used, knickers left around the place. You’re not the tidiest person in the world and, some time ago, I just wondered what it would feel like to rub my cock with them. I’ve been wanking with them for ages now. I just have to be careful I don’t get cum on them!’ he informed me. ‘What’s come? I asked. ‘Ah,’ replied Joe, ‘It’s spelled c. u. m.,’ he explained, ‘And it’s the stuff that comes out of my cock when I have an orgasm. But before we get into what an orgasm is etc. I should probably demonstrate.’ He started to rub his cock. I got even closer to him. I was fascinated. And sure enough he started to rub it with my knickers. After only a few minutes he said, ‘Stand by I’m about to cum. Step back a little ‘cos the spunk that comes out sometimes flies into the air and, although it’s not dangerous, it can leave a bit of a stain sometimes.’ I did as he asked and not before time. Joe closed his eyes very tightly, threw aside my navy knickers and started to ‘cum’ (As I’d been informed). And what a sight it was to see too. All that cum shooting out and Joe’s obvious enjoyment of it gave me a funny feeling in my ‘tuppy’ area (as my mum called it). Gradually, Joe, who had sort of flopped back onto his bed, started to regain control of himself. ‘There,’ he said, ‘That’s a boy cumming. What did you think?’ ‘Frankly, Joe,’ I replied, ‘That was the most exciting thing I’ve ever seen. Can you do it again for me, please?’ ‘It’s not as simple as that I’m afraid,’ he informed me, ‘I need a little bit of time to build up my spunk again. But if you really want to watch it again I’ll let you know when I’m going to do it.’ I was thrilled. And so began my interest in sex.

Over the next few of months, until Joe went off to university, we had hundreds of sex sessions. He eventually let me wank him lots of times (often with my navy blue knickers), I once licked his cock after he came and tasted his spunk. It was nice and I did it a few more times after that. Furthermore, he started to instruct me how girls could also have cums by stroking their ‘tuppies’. I always did that with my knickers on, even in front of Joe, I just felt very self-conscious about him seeing my pussy. But I did discover that I got the most enjoyment by stroking my pussy slowly and gently after making sure that I had lubricated it before I started if I wasn’t moist enough.

When I was in my laterteens I regularly got dates with guys from my school class or school year. I had, by then fairly good sized breasts, with a slim but quite curvy figure. Dates usually involved a visit to the cinema where, because it was dark, the guys thought it was open season to grope me. In some ways I didn’t mind because my fascination was with their cocks. Firstly, though I had to let them squeeze my breasts then start to rummage under my skirt. To make things easier for them I never wore any knickers (which they did seem to find particularly tricky to negotiate their way past without my help!). But in every case they tended to be get themselves so excited that they ended up almost ‘attacking’ my pussy. Never moistening their fingers before trying to get entry into my pussy hole and they never, ever found my clitoris! I always needed to fake an orgasm as soon as I could. Of course they thought to themselves how brilliant they were at bringing me to an instant orgasm whereas I just wanted them to leave, what was a very sensitive part of my anatomy, alone.