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Experimenting with my cousin

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: moreplease Posted on: 09 Jul 2005 2 comments
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This is the true story of my very first sexual experiences. I still find these memories very exciting and regularly use them as masturbation fantasies, so I am submitting them here in the hope that others will be equally turned on by them. I remember first masturbating when I was about 5. Sitting cross-legged on the classroom floor listening to my teacher and fidgeting, I accidentally bumped my heel into my pubic mound and then, because it felt so nice, did it again a few times. Pretty soon the teacher told me sternly to keep still and pay attention, but I kept the nice feeling -- and its place of origin - in mind. Whenever I could I'd rock against my heels, although I quickly learned that adults seemed to strongly disapprove of this delightful leisure activity! Over the next couple of years I graduated to a combination of rocking and strumming with my hand over the stretched fabric of my panties, also while in a cross-legged position. As well as making my crotch feel tickly and tingly, this had the added bonus of impregnating my fingers with a delicious smell. I even introduced three of my friends to this method, and we had an excellent time sniffing one another's aroma. This was as interesting to us as any of the nice sensations between our legs, although we were obviously quite sexually excited by our play as we would at the same time often talk about how men and women could kiss and "stick it in".A female cousin, Martha, about five years older, would often babysit me in the evenings while my parents went out. One evening she caught me rocking myself and asked me what I was doing. Much to my surprise, she didn't react with disapproval to my explanation as other adults had done, but asked to sniff my fingers. Then, sitting cross-legged on the floor, facing each other, we rocked and strummed and sniffed for most of the evening. Unlike the friends of my own age I had previously "played" with, my cousin seemed to be getting very agitated by all this activity; red-faced and breathing heavily, skirt pushed up to her waist, her movements accelerating. At that point, for the first time in my life, something fell into place and I felt intensely aroused. I moved over to her and tried to touch the triangle of her panties, but as my hand brushed her mound she jumped up sharply from the floor and sat, legs together, on the sofa. Driven by my new-found horniness, I climbed up beside her and on to her lap, where I sat astride her thigh and writhed hard as she bounced her leg between mine. I don't remember reaching climax, but after a while experiencing a feeling that I'd had enough. After that you can imagine how I looked forward to our evenings together. At bath time Martha would sometimes climb into the tub with me and allow me to soap her budding breasts and rub them with a wash-cloth until her nipples stiffened and pointed. This was often followed by "kissing practice" as I thrusted frantically on her lap to the point where I was satisfied. Our sessions went on like this for about three more years, until the summer I turned ten. That year was a particularly hot one, and my friends and I would often play in the garden with a paddling pool and hosepipe. We devised a game whereby we would all sit with our legs spread wide and feet touching, and each take turns to direct the stream of water from the hosepipe onto one another's genitals. The "winner" would be the person to "endure" the delicious cold ticklish feeling the longest (after a certain point this feeling had started to become scarily intense, and I think we were all afraid of this intensity). As it was just the two of us, Martha and I decided to forgo swimsuits and sat happily in the pool with the hosepipe. I squirted her with the water jet and expected her to shriek, but instead she just asked me to move closer and bent her knees towards her chest so that her whole vulva was exposed. My heart was beating hard and fast as I moved as close to her as I could, still playing the water jet onto her deep red gash. She was breathing through her open mouth and looking straight at me with an intense, glazed expression which made me ache. After a while my cousin grabbed the hand of mine which was holding the hosepipe and moved it higher so that the water splashed right onto her clit area. Still holding tight to my hand and now gasping hard, her hips bucked towards the stream of water and then she groaned as her orgasm pulsed through her. Watching her, my excitement had built to such an extent that I was now totally focused on the throbbing pressure between my legs. I sat back, legs bent, emulating my cousin, and directed the water jet onto my aching cunt. I held it there beyond the point of scary intensity and very soon climaxed fiercely, feeling that amazing release for the very first time.