I am in my ninth decade, yes that's right, I am in my nineties. For some reason all through the years the young have been under the impression that they invented sex! Admittedly it has always been difficult to imagine one's parents indulging in sexual congress, but that certainly does not mean that they didn't! Of course you are now wondering what a woman in her nineties has to contribute to this site, which I enjoy reading so much, let me enlighten you. My parents were very well off, my father being in the Diplomatic Service. Consequently I had a Governess until the age of eleven, after which I went to a very well known girl's boarding school followed by a Swiss finishing school. Apart from a Nanny until I was nine, I also had my own personal maid. Esther must have been twelve years old when she first became my maid as, I discovered later she was three years older than me. She was also, right from the start of a 'womanly' appearance, in other words she had a developed figure. I lived such a life of luxury that Esther bathed me every evening and, shortly before I became eleven years old she surprised me by saying, "Oh, Miss Vivienne, your titties are growing!" Self examination proved the point, indeed my aureoles had become prominent with erect nipples much of the time, but I could feel a circle in each postion where the flesh was softer and thicker than elsewhere. Now let me inform you that, just because I was growing up in a rich family I didn't 'comfort' myself by caressing my vulva, of course I did! Not only that, but at the same time as my breasts developed so did the intensity of the feeling when I did so. I joined a very closed community when I went to school. I was already very outgoing so although it was all new to me, unlike many who had been at the school since they were five, I had no trouble fitting in. Like all the other girls of my age I had to 'slave' for an older girl, very like a fag in boy's schools. I was extremely fortunate with the girl I 'slaved' for, in that she had been at the school all her life, she still had a very pleasant personality. As a Slave my duties were to fetch coal for her fire in the winter, make toast, tidy and dust her room and various other things. In my case this was not arduous. I did this for three years before becoming senior myself and qualifying for a Slave. That was the general picture of personal life at school apart from one thing, sex. When I first became a Slave one of my duties was to caress my senior when she felt sexy. This simply involved kissing her breasts and nipples while caressing her vulva, I was perfectly at home with that. She had a nice body and was always very clean. I developed physically very rapidly and also became really enthusiastic about sport. At the school we played cricket and tennis in Summer and hockey and netball in Winter my enthusiasm soon came to the notice of the Sports Mistress, Miss Radstock. We were always expected to shower after a game and one of the accolades of acceptance was to share a shower with Miss Radstock. All the girls shared two to a shower and they were enclosed cubicles so it was very easy for girls to pleasure each other if they were so inclined, Miss Radstock was. By the time she picked me to share her shower I had nice, full, and very firm breasts in addition to a prominent mons veneris and neat lipped vulva. The first time we washed each other, Miss Radstock washed me first asking if I objected when she caressed my breasts and vulva, I replied that on the contrary I liked it. Soon I was returning the compliment, "Oh good," she said, "you are one of the really nice ones!", so it was obvious that there had been others before me. I don't know why I should have been surprised. My closest friends were eager to know whether Miss Radstock had seduced me and thought me very daring when I told them that I had enjoyed it. Over the years I discovered that most of the teachers were lesbian and I had affaires with several. I became avid to discover what went on between men and women and this was partially answered when I was at home on holiday when I was fourteen. As I said Esther always bathed me and had long since taken to caressing me intimately, as a result we were very easy with each other. She had a lovely figure and one evening I persuade her to undress and join me in the bath where I proceeded to caress her, she was a little frightened at first, fearing discovery. But when I pointed out that no-one, not even my mother visited me at bathtime she relaxed and enjoyed herself. I asked her if she knew what happened between men and women she said, "Oh, yes, miss. What happens is that they play with each other and when they feel all worked up the man puts his thing inside the woman's quim and fucks her!" I had to ask her to explain, I had never seen a naked man and had no idea what she was talking about. She explained in great detail and when I asked her how she knew all this she said, "Because I ent a virgin no longer, miss!" And she had to explain that too! I asked if she had enjoyed it and she replied, "Well, not first time, miss, 'cos it hurt when he pushed it in, but afterwards it was nice!" Of course I went back to school even more desperate to have sex with a man. It wasn't possible of course and it wasn't until I went to Finishing School in Switzerland that I finally saw a male penis. The whole point of Finishing School was to make sure that well-bred girls knew how to comport themselves in whatever circumstances they found themselves. Part of this was to put girls in such situations by having a male escort take them to dances, dinners, theatres etc. This started about three months after commencing at the school. In my case I was first taken out to dinner by a French man, he was about ten years my senior, was very handsome and manly and extremely attentive. I could tell that he was attracted to me and when he suggested a walk after dinner along a footpath by a river at dusk I agreed. He soon had his arm round my waist, his hand rising higher by the moment as we strolled along, eventually he was taking the weight of my breast in his hand. He asked me if I objected. I was actually very excited and said that I rather liked it. We came to a very quiet spot under the trees and he stopped, turned me toward him and kissed me. I returned the kiss my heart thumping madly. He said, "I have the feeling, Vivienne, that you like what we are doing and I would very much like to caress you further, but we can't do that here, would you consent to come to my apartment?" I did. I had felt a hard object pressing against my stomach as he kissed me and guessed that this was the organ that Esther had described. In his very well furnished apartment Jean pulled me to him and kissed me passionately, "Oh, how I want to make love to you!" he said. I didn't resist as he unbuttoned my blouse, no brassiere in those days, and revealed my breasts which he proceeded to kiss. This of course was in the twenties when, fortunately men didn't have to find their way through layer after layer of clothing which would have been the case only a few years earlier. The sensations that coursed through me weakened any resolve I may have had and Jean soon led me to hs bedroom and undressed me completely, "Mon Dieu! How beautiful you are!" he gasped. He undressed hurriedly and during this his organ sprng into view, the first I had ever seen a penis. He was very understanding for he knew he was dealing with a very innocent virgin, and took a long time caressing me intimately in various ways. When he came to mount me I had no compunction in letting him enter me. It didn't hurt at all, a little discomfort as he first penetrated my very tight vagina, but after that all was pleasure. I loved the feel of his organ and what sensations it generated in me, I kissed him passioantely as he thrust vigorously up inside my quim until, after only a minute or two he ejaculated inside me. The hot, fierce spurts of his climax thrilled me to the point where I felt faint. After a moment or two he extracted himself, "Come," he said, "we must clean you inside, we don't want you pregnant." He took me to the bathroom where he filled the bath and asked me to lie in it. Then he produced some sort of device which he pushed up inside, then I felt the warm water spurting inside and it was flushing out all his semen which he had filled me with. Afterwards he explained in full detail all about what happened during sex and how much he enjoyed deflowering the virgins at the Finishing School. I didn't have any illusions about him at all, but did enjoy many hours of lovemaking over the next two years. During this period I had come to the conclusion, because sex had become a continuous need, that I would not want to have any children, I asked Jean his advice. He was appalled but I was adamant that I wanted to find some permanent way of avoiding pregnancy. When he finally realised just how serious I was, he introduced me, with guaranteed confidentiality, to a surgeon who would cut my tubes and give me total immunity. I was not short of money and agreed to have it done, I have never regretted it. This, I suppose, is really just the start of my story but I have to close now, I will however continue when I am able.