Reading the story 'Teaching Linda about the birds and the bees' reminded me about my first experience, not that I'd forgotten it. I was eight and my uncle, who was 14, was my regular babysitter. I'd found my parent's Joy of Sex book, and was very curious. I made sure to let him see me in my panties, straddled his leg, sat in his lap, etc, hoping he'd show me his 'thing.'
I'd ask him to tell me about the birds and the bees, what a boy's 'thing' looked like, etc. Anyway, after three weekends of this, he finally gave in. He said he'd show me but I'd have to promise not to tell, or we'd get in trouble. No problem!
We went into my bedroom, and he pulled down his pants and underwear, and there it was, my first penis, and a hard on too! He said I could touch it and I played around with it, stroked it once or twice, made it bob up and down and cupped his balls in my hand. I even sniffed it. I noticed the tip was wet and asked him about it, he said it was because it felt good, and did I want to see sperm come out? Of course I did!
He stroked it a few times, then told me it would help if he saw me naked, so I quickly took off my pyjamas and panties. He began stroking again, and before long asked if I wanted to try it. I grasped him like he had been doing and stroked. It didn't take long for him to cum, I was amazed at how it shot out, how it looked, and smelled. He wiped himself off, and said 'Can I touch yours?' Oh yes, he could. I lay back on my bed and opened my legs. He got close to look, and I could feel his breath on me 'down there.' He began to lightly rub up and down my slit, and before long I felt a strange sensation. My body shuddered as I experienced my first orgasm.
Needless to say, I looked forward to Saturday night with uncle Ted watching me after that, we masturbated each other regularly. Today my husband benefits from my skill with my hands, but doesn't know how I learned.