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My first time watching

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by Anonymous This is the story of the first time I saw a girl masturbate. I was brought up in a fairly strict family, but I had still managed to discover the joys of masturbation at age 12. Almost from that day on I had a desire to see how girls did it, and the thought turned me on. My parents were members of a local social club, and from time to time they would have their friends from the club round for dinner. One one occasion a family came round who had a daughter, a couple of years younger than me. She wasn't bad looking, long blonde hair, and a nice innocent look about her, wearing a very nice light blue skirt, that stopped just above the knee. After dinner we went off to my room, and began to play that old childhood game where one player hides something (in this case a little pig pencil sharpener I had) and the others guess where it is, while being given clues about how 'warm' they are. After exhausting most of the hiding places in the room, I couldn't think where to hide it one go, so I hid it in my pocket. It took her a while to find it that time, but she did eventually. I closed my eyes while she hid it. When I started looking I was getting warmer the closer I was to her. Had she copied me? But she didn't have any pockets. "Stand up," I said, and she did, but she hadn't been sitting on it. Where could it be. I could only think of one possibility, but she wouldn't, would she? Trembling I held my hands out towards her head. "Very warm," she said. I moved my hands slowly down past her chest, "Getting warmer," past her stomach, "Getting hot," past her crotch, "Very hot", and then as I began to go down her thighs, "Getting colder again." "You've hidden it in your knickers," I said. "Correct," she said. "Right, I've won, my turn to hide." "You've got to find it first." "But I have found it," I protested. "No you haven't, you've got to get it out." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Here was this, not at all bad looking, girl, inviting me to put my hand into her knickers. Trembling slightly I reached out towards her. With one hand I lifted her skirt. The sharpener was clearly visible, nestling between her legs, under her white cotton panties. My cock was rock hard and I knew that if she was looking she couldn't have failed to miss the bulge in the crotch of my trousers. I reached out my other hand, hesitated for a moment, then plunged it down into her knickers, grabbed the sharpener and pulled it out. Then I stopped and thought about what I had just done. I had felt against my hand the soft down of her pubic hairs, and a slight dampness. The sharpener in my hand was slightly sticky to the touch. Shit, I was going to come. I threw down the sharpener and ran to the bathroom, yanked down my trousers, and barely had to touch my cock before it was spurting, gushing forth cum in an orgasm that was far greater than anything I had ever experienced. A slight sound made me look up in horror to see her watching me. In my haste I had forgotten to shut the bathroom door. As she saw me looking she turned and ran back to my bedroom. I cleaned up as quick as I could and followed her. I walked in to find her sitting cross-legged on the bed with a thoughtful look on her face. I sat down next to her, trying to act as if I creamed myself in front of girls every day of the week, but failing miserably. We sat there in silence for a while, then she spoke. "What were you doing in the bathroom then?" she asked. "It's called masturbating." "And does it always do that when you masturbate?" "Do what?" She was getting slowly redder in the face. "You know, spurt all that stuff out like that." "Yeah, well not usually quite so much as that, but..." I tailed off, unsure how to finish the sentence. We sat in silence for a bit longer. I looked at her. She was clearly still thinking, and also clearly very embarrassed. "It..." she began, then paused. "It what?" I prompted. "It doesn't do that when I masturbate," she burst out. I stopped in shock. "So you do masturbate," I said. She nodded. All of a sudden I got my one bit of boldness in this whole conversation. "Can I watch you?" I asked. "No!" The reply was quick and sharp. "Why not, you've seen me do it?" "No." "I'll tell your mum you made me put my hands down your pants." Typical schoolkid, resorting to blackmail. She looked worried. "You wouldn't." "I would." She was weakening, I could see. After all she was turned on, and wanted to masturbate. Her hand was resting in her lap and kind of half rubbing against her crotch when she thought I wasn't looking. "Okay then," she said eventually. "But only if you'll do it again." I didn't need to be asked twice. I quickly dropped my pants, and my cock was already throbbing hard again. She lay back on the bed, then lifted her arse and pulled down her knickers. She lay there, legs spread wide, skirt bunched around her waist, and moved her hand down between her legs. There was just the hint of blonde hair around the slit, which was flushed red and gaping open. I could see little drops of moisture beaded around her crotch, and could smell her arousal from where I was standing. I watched as she began to rub the whole palm of her hand back-and-fore over her crotch, and I grabbed my cock and began to jerk. I was almost ready to come again already. Fortunately so was she. Her hand began to move faster and faster. She began to work with just her fingers, moving them round the top of her slit, near where I later discovered the clitoris is located. Her eyes were shut now, and her breathing was getting faster too. I jerked my shaft up and down faster, in time to her motion. Then I felt my balls tighten and just managed to grab a tissue in time to let fly another load of spunk into it. I was worried she would stop when I came, but she was so into what she was doing I don't think she noticed, and she could't have stopped if she tried. Then all of a sudden she gave a little squeak, her back arched, and she clenched her thighs tightly round her hand. She turned onto her side on the bed, squeaked again, and then lay still. Very slowly she opened her eyes. "That was good," she said. "Can we do it again?" "Maybe another time," I said. I think it's nearly time for you to go home.