My husband has just told me he submitted a story to you and showed me your site, so I thought I'd contribute to share my first experience of feeling a male hand.
I was just 13 at the time, my brother and his friend were a year older. We were sitting in our parents garden in southern England on a hot June saturday afternoon. Our parents were away seeing friends for the afternoon. The boys were wearing swimmers and playing in a blow up paddling pool. The garden was big and secluded. I came out dressed for the first time in my new bikini, I'd never worn one before and the look on the boy's faces was great, proving to them that suddenly I was growing up and my figure was going to get admiring glances.
I played to the audience and swanked around in it. I put my feet in the pool and laughed and joked with my brother and his friend. After a while I lay down to sunbathe and they started saying I ought to be like the girls in France and sunbathe topless. I said 'no' as I was too embarrassed, but proud of my firm growing breasts. After a lot of laughing and joking about, with the boys splashing water on me they said they should tickle me. I shouted no and rushed off squeeling.
Well they chased me around the garden until they caught me and threw me to the ground laughing, they tickled my ribs and under my arms, my legs were thrashing around, eventually I was helplessly laughing and finding trouble breathing, they 'accidently' rolled me over and someone unhooked my bikini top; when I was rolled back over it worked its way up exposing my left breast. The boys gasped and then my brother said it looked untidy and pulled it off. I was giggling and thrashing around which made it worse as my little titties were bouncing, the boys tickled them with great interest, squeezing and pulling, poking and holding them.
My brother said I ought to take the rest off as his friend had never seen a grown up girl nude before. I shouted 'no!' I was proud of my breasts but embarrassed as hell about them seeing my hair and vulva. I got up and tried to run but my brother grabbed the waist band of my bikini bottoms and tugged them down. I rolled onto the ground and soon was being tickled under my arms, then my brother sat on my legs and tickled my feet. That was it I screamed 'stop!!!!' and he said, 'Only if Pete can see your bum!' I reluctantly agreed and the boys prised my legs open, my bikini bottoms hanging off one ankle.
They gently examined me, pressing carefully and opening up my lips, I suddenly began to enjoy it and relaxed looking up at the trees as they explored my cunt. Then my brother touched my clitoris, and slowly began to push it, I moaned. I had been masturbating for a year and knew I would now be putty in their hands. I opened my legs as wide as I could and told them 'don't stop it's too nice' hinting they should carry on. They did and took turns in fiddling rubbing and stroking my clitoris and inner lips. Suddenly a wave of pleasure overwhelmed me and I came, thrusting my hips upwards. Afterwards the boys showed me their cocks, both hairy and erect, but nothing else happened, although I suspect they both wanked off the second I went inside to get dressed. My husband and I often masturbate ourselves and each other whilst I retell this story and we both find it erotic. Jane