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Early Times 2

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More of my early experiences


As I said in the first part of my story I enjoyed touching myself between my legs when I went to bed. According to the sex education I had received a baby was made when a boy and girl went to bed together. They kissed and cuddled. The boy would put his penis in the girl's vagina and squirt a special juice in there. When I touched myself in my bed this didn't really form part of my fantasy. I liked the sensations I got when I touched myself down there outside my knickers. I didn't try putting my finger in myself or anything like that. If I thought of a boy it wasn't any of those at school it was somebody from a band or from the tv. Over time I noticed that when I touched myself I became wet down there. Some mornings I would have to change my knickers so as to be fresh for school. It's hard to be sure what led me to masturbate to orgasm for the first time. I suppose that teenage hormones were beginning to have their effect and I became more aware of sexual things as time went on. When I think back the following incidents stand out as contributing to my sexual journey. To a large extent I had forgotten these until I needed to do some therapy in recent years. My therapist helped me to understand that they were a normal part of growing up. There was no need to conceal them or think that they were just weird. There were two incidents at school involving me overhearing conversations between other girls. I believe that these stimulated my imagination. The first one happened when I was sitting by myself. Everybody in the class was talking and making noise because the teacher had left the classroom. I could hear the two girls sitting behind me talking. I didn't know these girls very well and I didn't hang around with them. I felt a bit guilty about listening in but what they were talking about was fascinating to me. They were talking about their older brothers. They exchanged stories about how they had seen their penises. Both of them mentioned noticing that their brothers' penises changed in size and that sometimes instead of just hanging down they stuck out straight in front. They described this as the boys having a horn. It was the first time I had heard the term. The second incident happened in the toilets. I was in a cubicle when two girls came in and began talking about boys. I stayed very quiet as I wanted to know more. One of them described how she had seen her brother at the back of the garden shed. He had pulled at his penis and then spurted out white stuff. At this stage I was nervous, frightened and very excited. I waited until they were gone and went back to my classroom. What I had heard left me both excited and curious. The only boys that I had close contact with were my brothers, one, two years younger and the other, four years younger. I knew that they were too young yet for any sexual development. Still, thoughts had been put in my mind and I began to look differently at my brothers. They had never been excessively modest and it was no big deal if I saw them in the bathroom standing at the toilet peeing. It had never registered much with me previously. That evening as if by accident I managed to watch both of them pee before they went to bed. I observed their penises as closely as I could. The younger one was first and I could clearly see his penis but it was small. The older one went next. He stood in his yfronts at the toilet. He had pushed them down from the waist and I could see that his penis was bigger than my younger brother's but still nothing like what the two girls in school had described. I discovered that there was a kind of pleasure in looking at them peeing and I continued to do it. My mother must have sensed that I was growing up. One Saturday my father took my brothers out to football. My mother called me into the sitting room and said that she needed to have a chat with me. I was wondering what I had done wrong but she just started to talk about how tall I had got and how I would probably soon get periods. She told me all about what to expect and she showed me where to find the necessary supplies. She told me that if my brothers noticed anything and asked any awkward questions to send them to her. She asked me if I was curious about boys and I admitted that I was. She mentioned my brothers and explained how they would develop in time. She talked about how they would have wet dreams and how they would probably begin to masturbate. I asked her about how she used to stop me touching myself when I was younger. She said that was because I was very young. Now that I was old enough to understand she said that as long as I did it in private she wouldn't interfere. For some reason the idea of boys having wet dreams stayed in my mind. In the chatter at school one girl mentioned seeing a stain on her brother's sheet which she said was from a wet dream. My brothers were too young but I did have a male cousin about a year older than I was. We visited from time to time but he had never spent any time with me. He always played with my brothers. On the weekend that my mother had spoken to me we visited there. As usual my cousin took my brothers out into the garden to play. I got bored of listening to my mother and aunt in the kitchen and excused myself to go upstairs to the bathroom. As I left the bathroom I passed my cousin's bedroom. His door was slightly open and I went in. There were clothes and books scattered around. The bed was untidy and had not been made up. Feeling excited and apprehensive I went over to it and lifted the duvet. The smell was a bit strange but I looked at the sheet and there it was, a stain like the girl in school described. I stared at it for a few seconds then I went downstairs as quickly as I could. I felt a mixture of excitement and guilt because I had looked at something private. There was a sensation of heat down there between my legs and I squeezed them together. It felt nice but it didn't approach an orgasm or anything like that. When my brothers and cousin came back in I have to admit that I stared at his crotch a few times but I could not make out anything. One effect of my mother's talk with me was that I felt more free about masturbating. I continued to go through my usual routine in bed. Sometimes now my fantasy included my cousin since I had seen the evidence of his wet dream. After a few nights, certainly no later than a week after my mother spoke to me I added a new element to my routine. I can't remember how or why it happened but at a certain stage for the first time I put my hand into my knickers and I pressed along my slit until I felt as if I was going over a cliff. My whole pussy down there seemed to throb and get wetter. I had no control over my legs and they spasmed all over the bed. I calmed down gradually and when I took my hand out my fingers were wet. I washed my hands and changed my knickers. I wondered what I had done but I seemed to be ok. Eventually I went into a deep sleep. As far as I know that was my first full orgasm.

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