Message-ID: <36564asstr$1022069402@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: kasha1@eudoramail.com (Kasha) X-Original-Message-ID: <20168ef9.0205212329.1297dced@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: 22 May 2002 07:29:27 GMT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 22 May 2002 00:29:27 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} Accidental sex: first time oral at 14 (a journalistic memoir) Date: Wed, 22 May 2002 08:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, IceAltar When I was 14, we spent much of the summer at a cabin on the lake we were sharing with family friends and their son Harry. We often went swimming and boating on the lake and had access to rowboats and canoes kept there. On one particular afternoon I went row boating with Harry, who was a few months younger than I, at a boat dock just off a place known as Betty's Beach. I'd known Harry for years; we'd played together and shared a lot of experiences and a lot of interests. At 14 he was small for his age, still just a kid in appearance. I felt I was, or should be, in charge. Harry, however, was horsing around in the boat and wouldn't listen to my remonstrations against standing up and moving about and generally making a nuisance of himself. I told him that if he didn't stop I would push him in. He didn't stop, and I did push him in. But since I'd given him notice of what I would do, he had the opportunity to think out in advance his own retaliation: he pulled me in with him. Well, it was clouding over anyway, and our afternoon was pretty much ruined, so we clambered back into the boat and rowed back to the dock. We fastened the boat to its mooring, and went into the boat shed to dry off as much as possible. We undressed down to our underwear and by wringing them out and rubbing them with towels tried to dry off our shorts and shirts. In the course of this I saw Harry staring at me. My bra and panties had become transparent when wet, and he was staring at my crotch, at my public hair. And there was his penis, sticking right up and out in his briefs. While not transparent, it didn't leave much to the imagination. I wanted to tease him for thinking of me that way and for being so rude. His penis was still pretty small; sticking out more than up it didn't quite reach the elastic band of his underwear. Anyway, I reached out with my finger and snapped the elastic. With that, his penis popped up so that the elastic snapped back against it, leaving the head exposed. I thought Harry would be chastised and embarrassed enough to stop staring, that he'd turn away and adjust his clothing and pretend nothing had happened. But he didn't: he retaliated by hooking his thumbs into the two sides of my panties and lowering them below my thighs, exposing my vulva and entire public area. And he continued to stare. To get out of harm's way, I set down on a bench just behind me. But that put me at eye level with the tip of Harry's penis. By this time I was feeling an affectionate responsibility towards Harry. I thought I would pull down his underpants, uncover his penis, have a first scientific look at a penis in the flesh, embarrass Harry and send him on his innocent way. But first, to show I meant no harm, I gave the underside of his glans a light kiss. I expected, again, that he'd turn right around and cover himself up. But it didn't work out that way. My lips had parted just enough for Harry's to squeeze his penis into my mouth. I didn't know if it was on purpose or by accident. Either way I had no Plan B. Before I knew it his penis was well into my mouth and now I was massaging it with my tongue and sucking on it. And Harry was alternately pulling and pushing, stiff penis in and out, with obvious pleasure for him and surprising satisfaction for me. Like all adolescents I'd had thoughts about sex in general and oral sex in particular. I'd thought, in fact, that it was something neat, but something for the future, to be gradually approached after years of dating, teasing and familiarization with boyfriends' bodies and minds. I knew about disease and pregnancy. Suddenly to find myself with a penis in my mouth, the penis of a boy who was my friend -- not my lover, but my friend -- was, astonishingly, OK. And anyway pregnancy and disease, even assuming I could have stopped to think of them in the urgent situation II'd put myself, were out of the question. And Harry was small and unthreatening, and his penis too was small and unthreatening. There it was, glistening wet, hard and stiff, circumcised, funny. He had started puberty, he had some pubic hair, his testicles and penis were starting to grow, but they were not scary: even if uninvited this intrusion into my mouth was not rape. This was a game, a kids' sport. I was still teasing him and Harry was just being mischievous. Later I discovered that Harry too had thoughts of sex in his private moments, and that he had positive thoughts about oral sex. He had already committed himself to trying it someday. He already knew, or thought he knew, how he would fondle his girl's breasts, and then migrate to her thighs; begin to touch, then caress her vagina ... and then repeat it all with his mouth. In fact, he had more of a strategy than I had. Maybe it was our generation: oral sex upon a penis put the woman in control, didn't it? By now Harry's gaze had shifted to my breasts, However awkwardly, he had reached over and started to fondle them. And he had displaced my bra enough so that he could see, and caress, my left nipple while still helping me with my work on his penis. I wasn't supposed to be aroused, but I was: my body had awakened to something. By now I felt kind of proud that Harry was finding my body exciting and that I was giving him pleasure. And I hoped I could catch more physical pleasure myself. Indeed, his smooth and cute penis passing over my tongue was a forbidden pleasure, and a pleasure all the more because it was forbidden. Then, before I could think and speak Harry said something: "turn about is fair play". I found myself on the ground, without exactly knowing how it cameabout, fully undressed with Harry's mouth over my crotch, his tongue in my vagina. He was caressing my wetness all over, however inexpertly. And his penis just above my mouth, quivering there expectantly. What's a girl to do? I moved my lips up and my hand over and I put his penis back into my mouth. His motions guided my own: as I began to do what was expected of me I my pace was guided by Harrry's hip movements. I found that Harry didn't like rapid masssaging or any change of cadence: he was on top, and he wanted me to caress especially the end of his penis with my lips and tongue, to do it slowly and with constancy. And for his part, he followed with his tongue and his lips on and in my labia, my clitoris, my vagina. It was a real communion, as if only with penis in mouth and tongue in vagina were a boy and girl fully knowing each other. After several few minutes of this Harry's penis shuddered, and a few drops of semen came out. Swallow or spit? The issue didn't arise. I knew that Harry had reached his apex of pleasure, and it gave me happiness to spread his liquid around my mouth, to taste it and to savor it. Harry kept on with his work between my legs. I guess he didn't know how or when to stop. And I was glad of his thoughtfulness because I hadn't reached climax yet. But I didn't quite know how to encouraged him except with sounds, and from time to time moving my hips in association with his tongue. I sighed; I felt an orgasm just out of reach. But then, with little warning, it was just on the horizon. His saliva was mixing with the mucus from my vagina, his tongue was going as far inside my vagina as it could; then he was drawing my labia into his mouth and squeezing and sucking and letting go. He made quick flicks around the vaginal opening, rubbed my clitoris with the end of this tongue; varied the pressure. My vagina had dilated. Probably it would have welcomed his penis if he had been able, or so inclined. My emotions had built to a crescendo. Then, with a cry that startled Harry and a shudder that startled me, I reached orgasm. At age 14 I was Woman. We dressed, our clothes still rather wet, and went back to the cabin. We said nothing. We were dumbfounded. The deepest of life's secret had pushed itself into our faces. And we had opened Pandora's box. We did like and trust each other; how could we forego that fabulous pleasure-without-pain. We were safe together, and so was our secret: everybody knew us as innocent buddies, "childhood sweethearts" they say we were. And right away I also had real scientific curiosity that would lead me to pursue those funny and sensitive parts that Harry had. On the next opportunity, back in the cabin, I would lead Harry into the bathroom, take down his pants, and play with his penis. I wanted to see how and why a boy gets an erection, to examine the process of ejaculation. He was, for the moment, for this occasion, an innocent bystander and I was for a brief moment his naughty babysitter. I pulled down his shorts and his briefs, and there again was his soft penis, his tight scrotum. I put my hand over them, caressed them, ran my fingers along his penis and felt it starting to stir. I put it in my mouth. It responded to my tongue, and his penis easily fit in my mouth. It got hard and stiff. I closed my lips around it, concentrated on the end which is the part I quickly realized was most sensitive. I watched his face as I worked on it, it became stiffer and more tense, then shuddered and again released to my tongue a small amount of semen. I took Harry's penis out of my mouth and stared at it, then licked it around the head once more, and watched it shrivel. I kissed Harry on the lips and pressed my chest against his. And we rejoined our families in all innocence. The psychological, emotional and relational issues that early sex is said to raise somehow never showed themselves. Harry and I came together, and we have never left each other since. We are happy never to have known love or sex with outsiders to our union. My scientific explorations turned into a year of watching Harry grow through puberty and the two of us grow through adolescence. I watched and felt Harry's penis grow to adulthood. I found him ejaculating more and more, until his orgasms gave me an adult mouthful. For that year, and for the eight years after, we have had mutual oral sex as constant partners. We didn't try regular sex, of the baby-making time, for years. And oral sex isn't "sex" anyway, is it. Harry and I did become, and stay, lovers, and we went to college together, and became engaged, and the rest. And our families never knew, still do not know, how it came to pass. Like many women, I don't easily come to orgasm with regular sex. I love having Harry working on my vagina with his tongue, and I love making him feel good in return. He doesn't mind if I'm in my period, and I don't mind his bodily fluids in my mouth. Only later, as I reached college age and discussed my secrets with college friends, did I find that there is a certain protocol to oral sex that we never learned and we never followed. We feel good with each other, and that's all that matters. It's hundreds of times later and the pleasure for me of making Harry ejaculate inside my body, mouth or vagina but especially mouth, is greater than ever. When his penis, _my_ penis, is in my mouth, I feel in control and Harry has my undivided attention. I know that with each stroke of my tongue over his happy organ I am building up to that lovely fluid we share. Recently I have learned that in some states (Georgia, anyway) we could have been -- and perhaps still could be -- prosecuted, the two of us, for illegal child sex. And in others, New York among them, we could be prosecuted for sodomy, for oral sex outside of marriage. And everywhere we could be prosecuted for pandering and child porn if we had any pictures of what we have done. Well, we are obviously not the first couple for whom sex led to love rather than the other way around. And from news reports from the Washington Post, I gather that we're not even the youngest schoolchildren to engage in oral sex regularly: apparently kids today do it even in the schoolbus. We never did that! This is an autobiographical memoir, written as part of a journalism project on personal "firsts" and extracted before I submitted the project to my college class last term. By prior agreement, a few of us had included in our manuscripts (for discussion among us only) remembrances of more personal "first times" like this. We are posting them on this newsgroup so that interested classmates can read them, along with the rest of the world, but for the rest of the world we will remain anonymous (which, for any creeps and perverts out there, is why this e-mail address is a temporary fake). Personally, I think that Harry and I are ultra-normal; the only thing different was that we started a bit early. But we're none the worse for that, Eh? -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+