First Pussy in the Pines

Well, to understand where this story is going, I'd best give some background for better understanding. I grew up in the mid-1960's and through the seventies amid an unusually large family for the times, three girls and four boys to be exact. My Mom was a stay-at-home mom (most were back then) and my Dad was of course the breadwinner of the family. Anyhow, with all us kids running around there were plenty of opportunities to learn about sex and there were, but I thought I'd recount my first experience of finding out what the opposite sex looked like. It happened in fourth grade. We lived on the outskirts of a small town and there weren't many children my age around to play with, so naturally I played with my brothers and sisters most of the time. The few friends I remember from fourth grade did not live close-by so most of my play with my friends occurred on the playground at school.

Well, we had some very strict teachers. Most of the time we were told to go to the bathroom before we went out to the playground because we wouldn't be allowed back in the building until after recess. Most of the time we boys ignored this warning because we knew how to sneak off to the pines near the school and could easily pee hidden behind the grove of pines beyond the playground fences. Every now and again, following some kind of running or playing tag, Paul would stop playing and announce that he had to take a leak. Paul would sneak out of the corner where two ends of the fence didn't quite meet together. No one thought much about this, as several of us boys would do this now and again, but gradually not only Paul would go for a leak, but soon he had talked Shawn, Mike, and I into leaving the playground to relieve ourselves. While the four of us were in the pines we'd have brief contests to see who could pee the farthest, longest, and who could best write there names in the dirt with our peter-pens.

We all sort of had our fun, but I think Paul got into watching us pee the most. Once, Paul peed on Shawn's new tennis shoes and I thought Shawn was ready to knock Paul's block off. Shawn accused Paul of peeing like a girl, of course Paul said Shawn didn't know what he was talking about and had probably never seen a girl pee before. Shawn replied 'What makes you think you have?' Paul quickly stated the facts. He said he had three sisters and that he had seen them pee and had seen them all naked before. Well I had three sisters and couldn't remember seeing them pee before; nor did I remember seeing them naked. The only nakedness I ever saw was when I bathed with my brothers or when we changed clothes in our bedroom. Shawn said Paul was lying. Mike and I kinda believed Paul, but there was no convincing Shawn. Paul said he'd prove it. Of course we all wanted to know how. Paul said he'd get his sister April to show us how she peed. Well, we soon got back on the playground and that seemed to be the end of it; or was it?

It must have been a week later when Paul gathered us together on the playground and told us that his sister April had agreed to show us how a girl peed but only if we'd all show her how boys peed. A few days later, during the afternoon recess April sneaked out to the Pines, then Paul, next was Shawn, followed by myself and finally Mike. This was the most nervous I could ever remember being before in my life. My heart was pounding, my body was shaking, and it seemed hard to breathe. My friends and I were going to see our first real pussy and it was going to pee for us. But I'd forgotten about what April wanted; she wanted to see four penises peeing. No sooner did we get into the pines and April commanded us to drop our pants. She evidently knew what she'd come to see. She was older and just as pushy as her brother Paul was. Well, we nervously pushed our pants and underwear down to our knees and she stared at each of our peckers. I don't quite remember exactly what the other guys were doing, but for me I was kinda fig-leafing my hands in front of my pecker, feeling embarrassment, and soon felt a tingle in my wiener as it started to grow straight and hard. April said she couldn't see well and wanted us to get our hands and shirts out of the way. There we stood with our dicks in the air and our balls cooling in the breeze. I could feel my ball sack slowly shrinking, pulling tight and close to the base of my penis. Before we knew it, April asked when we were going to pee. I was so nervous it seemed like an eternity before my bladder would release its contents. There we stood all four of us urinating in practically the same spot. For some reason it felt different peeing in front of someone I barely knew and to boot it was a girl. As we finished shooting our urine on the ground Paul reminded April of her part of the bargain. Just as we shook-off and began to pull up our pants and underwear up, April said she wasn't finished. She wanted to touch our penises and ball sacks. With our pants only half way up, we all four shuffled over into a semi-circle in front of April. Each seemed to watch intently as she quickly grasped a hold of dick's and balls. When she grabbed mine, I immediately felt a lighting bolt surge through my body. My heart was nearly beating through my shirt. No girl besides my mother had ever touched my privates before. The moment seemed like an eternity, but when she was done, my pants and underwear were up like a flash.

The next few minutes were jaw-dropping. In a flash April lifted her skirt (girls wore dresses back then) and dropped her cotton panties to her white ankle socks and black leather patent shoes. She hiked the edges of her skirt between each elbow and her ribs, and one edge tucked beneath her chin; and there it was, holy crap! The thing that all young boys wondered about! It was staring right at me! It was the smoothest, softest, whitest thing I ever saw, a real live pussy. I was totally mesmerized. She awkwardly bent her knees forward and leaned her upper body backward, then in an instant she slid her hands forward, reached down between her legs, and with the tips of her fingers she pulled the pussy lips apart, exposing what looked like a tiny penis. April shouted 'Stand back.' We parted just in time to witness a streaming shower of golden pee come arching from between those stretched lips. The stream of urine lasted momentarily and all that was left were a few droplets falling to the ground and on panties. I was overcome with desire and wanted desperately to touch her slit. My jaw was still hanging loosely as she quickly pulled her cotton panties up to cover that awesome miracle. Just as quickly as the panties were up and the skirt was dropped, she ran from the pines without a word. We all promised Paul we wouldn't say a word to anyone. It is a well known fact that kids don't keep secrets very long. Paul got caught showing off April's pussy to some other boys a month later. Paul remained in school with us for the rest of the school year, but April was sent to the local Catholic school. Both moved away before the fifth grade. I will always remember the sight of April's pussy in the pines.