Colonel Bonkers

My first punt

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As Unperson's thread on his sixty years of punting has set off a wave of memories about the old days, here's an opportunity for old-timers to describe what their first time was like, forty, thirty or twenty years ago.

Mine was a walkup in Shepherd Market and I had no idea what I was going to find. I was just short of 21 and had been meditating it for some time, partly as a result of the unsatisfactory nature of the civilian fumblings I was getting, and partly as a result of a tantalizing article on the scene in the Sunday Times Colour Supplement. I walked around for some time before nerving myself to climb those stairs.

The maid showed me into the room and asked me to wait. The girl arrived within 30 seconds - medium height, attractively sumptuous breasts and curvy generally, her looks no doubt enhanced by the warm, subdued lighting in the room. The price was a fiver (which meant until you came) plus a "tip for the maid". I obviously betrayed my uncertainty as to what the form was on this issue and I shall never forget her warm, maternal smile: "That'll be ten shillings" (50p to you young uns).

She left for a moment to deliver the booty. I can't remember whether I was already naked or not, but she certainly was when she returned, and I remember being enchanted by the magic instantaneousness with which this female was there and immediately available. I think my lifelong commitment to punting began at that moment. 

What followed did not take up much time. My hand certainly explored her pussy and my lips certainly got to know her nipples very well. She had meantime applied the condom, but when her hand reached down to insert me, we both discovered that I had already shot my load - the one and only premature ejaculation I can remember in my life.

As I dressed, I already knew I would be back - many times.

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Nice story. Kind of innocience giving way to knowledge. But I think everyone has an experience where they suddenly 'get' sex, if they are ever going to. I have told the story a few times how i got introduced to anal (giving) and how I realised consciously at that point how complicated this sex business could be. Probably was the making of me in a way.

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Bradford RLD in the late 80s, finally plucked up courage to pick a girl up on Lumb Lane.

I remember she had boots on and i asked for oral. She said she only did sex!!

On with the condom and probably squirted in seconds lol.

Have never looked back since, love the scene now as much as I thought I might back then!!

 

 

 

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My first punt was back in 2001, at a hotel near Grays Inn, London. I picked an Indie girl who was half-Spanish half-English from a website- the internet basically enabled punting for me-  but I forget which one. She arrived looking dark and sultry, wearing a tight blue-mini skirt and heels. I was incredibly excited, that this girl was mine to have, from what I recall. I had no idea what I was doing but I was pent up and needed a release. From what I remember I got her to lean against the bedside table and bend over, and I gave her a rather unceremonious shunting fuck from behind and came quite quickly. It's worth mentioning that I was a total virgin at that time- both civvie or Wg. I was 24 years old. Sexual frustration had taken me to that point and that decision.

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I would be interested to know how many like myself started with streetgirls?

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My first was a street hooker in Soho in late 1983.

It was late afternoon and I'd skived off work early and was on my way to meet some friends for drinks. As I strolled through the area around Leicester Square an attractive older woman - she was circa 35 to my very early 20s - came alongside me and asked 'are you looking for business?' I had no idea what see meant, so stopped and asked her to repeat - to which she simply said 'do you want to fuck?'

I was intrigued immediately and really fancied her so after a bit of explanation she led me off round a couple of corners to a small, exceptionally run down hotel where I parted with, if I remember right, £15 for short-term use of a room. Once we got inside it was another £15 for the girl, calling herself Becky, and within a very short time we were naked and fucking on a dingy, rickety old bed.

After I'd cum we lay together chatting for a while - she said it was better than going out intomthe cold too quickly and 'at least you are young'. After a while Inwas ready for a second go and we settled into some mutual oral before I fucked her again. And that was it, she said she'd better get back out and I went off to meet my pals with a spring in my step.

It's been a regular habit ever since, though the last time I picked up a girl,off the street was, again if memory serves, in 1990 on Commercial  Street, Spitalfileds.......

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1995, piccadilly gdns, manchester. she took be to a back street and sucked me off.  not the best. took me another 13 yrs before i dallied again.(this time in a room with a bed it it)  The internet had made it easy (Esp AW)  and I've never looked back.

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I think the thing is once youve tried it, the taboo is broken and (for me anyway) the good times have rolled!

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Mine was a walk up in Birmingham, when I paid £2 to an Irish girl.

Since then i have had lots of fun, and I would like to thank all the WGs - if they ever see this, who have given me so much enjoyment, over the years.

 

Sex was missionary for a long time, before I had the excitement of anal, OWO, RO, watersports, CIM, etc.

 

All the best to everyone for Christmas and the New Year

 

Stevenxxx

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Early 1990's, I decided I had to see what the experience was like so picked one out of the local paper  and phoned ( unseen of course). When I got there I was terrified but we got down to it and I still remember to this day asking " can I touch you?".

The whole session ( in as much as it did not last long)- was her on top.

Haven't looked back since- I must write a book!

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Timely idea for a thread, Colonel. I salute you. Pleased to see you thought of it after seeing my 60th anniversary thread. I hope you get plenty of punters’ memories in here.

Can you relax the “first punt” condition to allow “first positively memorable punt” as well? It may attract more of them.

UK punters could be quite likely to want to forget their real firsts. Could that explain why there was almost no take-up at first?

I’ve already mentioned my first punt in one of the posts in the anniversary thread, so I won’t repeat it now. Tempted to tell the story of another first - first one in a big parlour or small brothel and not with an independent - but I won’t.

It would have been my fourth punt except that it turned into a non-punt before I could put my money down, or even make a final choice between WG A and WG B. There was an interruption. Sore neck for a day afterwards, one bruised knee, and scratches on my hands and fingers too, thanks to WG C. None of that was her fault, I ought to say. She was just doing what came naturally.

Great experience, unique, now I can think about it, but I had no time for that while it was happening. Imagine a film scene with the Keystone Cops and the Marx Brothers mixed up together in it, and Crun and Bannister from the Goon Show making a guest appearance.

I guess I’ll just have to write that book people were suggesting in the anniversary thread.

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Not up to me but I do think anyone's first punt is the interesting one for others to read about.

Mine was early 70s in Ladbroke Grove from a shop window ad. A pity not everyone is putting the cost if they can remember but having said that my memory seems to veer between 12 shillings and 6 pence and £2.50.

She was a full-figured black lady, I told her she was my first and she said just stick it in and fuck.

 

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4 minutes ago, vivluvsme said:

Not up to me but I do think anyone's first punt is the interesting one for others to read about.

Mine was early 70s in Ladbroke Grove from a shop window ad. A pity not everyone is putting the cost if they can remember but having said that my memory seems to veer between 12 shillings and 6 pence and £2.50.

Blimey!

4 minutes ago, vivluvsme said:

She was a full-figured black lady, I told her she was my first and she said just stick it in and fuck.

 

Love it!

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I'd been perusing AW for a while, toying with the idea of paying for sex rather than using dating sites, which I had been (with considerable success) for some time. On AW I had seen a girl called R*****, whose boobs were amongst the largest of any girl on the purple site at the time.

I happened to be driving past where she worked back in 2012, and on the off chance I telephoned her and she was available. So I called in for my first experience.

Her boobs were certainly big, but I'd rather not remember what the rest of her looked like! Not a very pleasant experience.

Happy to report, though, that since then I've seen a few other WGs and the experiences have varied between just "better" and absolutely fantastic!

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In Nuremberg in the city wall cells known as 'The Wall' which then constituted a red light district for that city. The experience was absolutely shit and I didn't punt again for years and years. I later discovered the joys of punting with a busty masseuse in West London who surprised me with a wonderful titwank. Saw her again a few times for massage, oral and sex. 

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In recovery from breaking up with THE ONE and totally drained of confidence but desperate for sex, I picked out an advert from Personal Services section in local paper; spoke to her on the phone to get her to describe herself physically - "slim and busty". Turned up at the house she was using, nervous, clueless, and was told to go upstairs (I think there was someone else in the lounge). She followed a couple of minutes later. Definitely busty, slimmish and not bad looking at all but I couldn't get a semblance of a hard on so left feeling humiliated and even worse than when I arrived. However I persevered, discovered on-line sources and gradually I regained some confidence (Kamagra helps a lot). I am very pleased that I did not let that first let-down put me off using escorts. A dozen or more years on it is an important part of my life now.

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In 1971 in Bond Street, cost £6. I can still remember the phone number! I'd phoned the number several times and been given the information "dark haired, attractive with a large bust". I got to Bond Street and walked past the address several times before plucking up the courage to go in and take the old lattice gate lift up to the top floor. The maid was waiting and she led me into the room. I was really quaking with fear, but excited at the same time. The maid's description was right by way of the large bust, but she didn't mention she had a large stomach too! I was too nervous to get an erection and she even tried a vibrator on me to no avail. All I remember is copping a feel of her tits and eventually faking an orgasm. I was really crestfallen and downcast on the way home. A couple of weeks later I tried a younger girl in West London and managed to do the deed. With renewed confidence I went back to the Davies Street lady and this time I got at erection and had sex with her.

Punting was really hit and miss back then, no internet!  You saw lurid shop window adverts like large chest for sale and the phone number. You quickly learned that if maid said the girl was 28 she'd probably be in her 40's. If they said she was busty she'd probably be overweight. Soho had a few older French women working there and the walkups cost between £3.50 to £5.00 and you had to tip the maid 50p. The girls were largely from the North of England and there were a couple of black girls. It was great being in your teens and horny as hell!

 

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Mine was forest road nottingham 1983.

mid 20 s girl - very nice - can I help you? she said - how much? i said. ten pounds my dear.

what else to say - a ten minute job

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A beautiful black British girl in Birmingham. My first ever black girl, and I've never since met any girl as black. Her skin was completely different, with a bloom and a thickness (I don't know how else to describe it) that I've never met since.

I was also taken aback by her pinkness, if you get my meaning. Most alluring.

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16 hours ago, exerter said:

A beautiful black British girl in Birmingham. My first ever black girl, and I've never since met any girl as black. Her skin was completely different, with a bloom and a thickness (I don't know how else to describe it) that I've never met since.

I was also taken aback by her pinkness, if you get my meaning. Most alluring.

I know exactly what you mean.

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February 2013, an allegedly "luxury apartment" behind Holborn. An agency specialising in Indian escorts. I had phoned the number a couple of times and given a time for the appointment. Door opened by a young plump woman in office clothes who led me to a freezing room. Comically, we were both nervous  as she had only just started. Wont go into details, but having a tit wank, i told her i was about come, she pulled away in horror, and then after I came, threw tissue after tissue at me. She apologised and told me about herself, from Spain, studying hotel administration. She then proceeded to interview me, asking about my relationships, family etc. She was called Aisha, and not Indian. Very pleasant girl. £80 for half hour. After that went to Ego massage a few times saw Ashley, Annabella, Roxy all gone, and Charlize still there. Then finally 2014 to soft touch bodyworks, opted for soapy massage, Lucy stuck a condom on me, started oral, and then asked "would you like me to sit on you?". 

I said "yes" and naively, I honestly did not expect she was going to sit on my cock and provide cow girl. The rest is punting history.

And yes, I am a bit innocent when it comes to punting. 

I am probably the only man at a lap dancing club who has wondered why two girls on two separate occassions offered their phone numbers to him

Now you know why i called myself Enquire when I joined. I didnt have a clue. These days I have half a clue

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My first punt was on a short cricket trip to Amsterdam in 1982 and was one of the girls in the famed red light district.  She had the most fantastic body which I would liken to that of former Page 3 girl Donna Ewin (Ewen, Ewing - I forget how the spelling goes!).  No Punternet in those days of course so the only way to find the girls was contact mags or cards in phone boxes.  Another early punt was with a lovely blonde called Chrissie who used to work from a flat in Queen's Gate.  I saw Chrissie regularly every month for 13 years and, when she retired in 1997, she was working in Fulham.  We became good friends and I often wonder what happened to her.

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My first punt was also my first time to have sex.

On 08 December 2008, I was originally booked to see Louise but she was ill so I booked Shelley from Impulse to spend my first ever time to have sex with her for 1 hr.

Paid £150 then got undressed, caressed but not kissed and we had sex.

Wonderful and finally lost my virginity at last.

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Almost happened in the mid 90s in Soho - I was 15ish and some woman accosted me and asked if I'd like to see some girls. I pondered it for a few seconds and then some guy from out of nowhere signalled to me that it was some kind of scam. I decided to heed caution and say no thanks.

Didn't even think about paying again until I was in my late 20s. Getting sex was never really an issue, I just fancied something more filthy/porn like. I became intrigued by the idea of sex parties and after a lot of deliberation booked an evening at Gents Parties. Had a great night, fucked three lovely ladies and the atmosphere was very chill. A lot less like LMP/Phoenix which is more intense (although great ladies nonetheless). It had the perfect ratio and atmosphere and no dickheads to ruin it. Perhaps the best bit was the whole nerves and anticipation leading up to it. I love that feeling.

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