From the time a woman is seven years old till she dies of old age, she is ready for action, and competent. As competent as the candlestick to receive the candle. Mark Twain - Letters from the Earth
Everyone has their first time story. That wonderful, delicious moment when, for the first time, you got to share the joys of sex with another person. I suspect for most of us, that first time happens somewhat after we discover sex, masturbation. But for me, the person to person sex happened before I discovered masturbation. This is a short little tale, for like most first times in reality; the first time happens unexpectedly and without premonition and is over, dust in the wind, and only memories before we really understand what has happened. It was certainly that way with me.
To me, it was a typical day, but that changed when Mom told me we were going out to dinner. I was excited expecting a restaurant. But I was to be disappointed. We were going to have dinner with someone my Dad had worked with years before. "Mom," I pleaded when I found out. "Can I stay home? Please?"
"No. You're not old enough to stay home alone. Besides, the Burkes have four kids so you'll have plenty of fun."
Not old enough. The story of my life. If she had only known what I'd experience that night, she wouldn't have thought me too young! Sulking, I was led off to the Burkes, whoever they were.
Mr. and Mrs. Burke were typical parents and of no interest. But the four kids were quickly introduced to my parents and then all of us lined up to collect our dinner plates, KFC, and told to disappear and behave. I was led down a long hallway, which would have its purpose I would find out and into the Den/Rumpus room, the kid's playground, purposely added on by the parents to isolate the kids and their noise.
I met the kids: Gerald maybe twelve and the leader in all things, Kevin, my age, Billy, eight and Kate, the youngest at seven. Quickly, a Parcheesi board was set up but no one seemed to pay any attention to the game, looking back to the hall entrance as we ate our chicken and mashed potatoes. Finally, Mrs. Burke showed up, "Keep it down," she said, even though it hadn't been noisy.
As she disappeared, Gerald, said, "She's gone," and he tossed the board back in the box. The dinner plates were quickly stacked on a TV tray. I may have only been 10 but I could tell what had gone on. The parental units were now out of the picture. It would be cards and drinking now for the rest of the night and as long as they didn't smell smoke, the parents were out of the picture. All the faces looked like mischief.
After we had cleaned up the remnants of dinner, Gerald asked me, "You ever fucked?"
I imagine for most 10 year-olds that would have been a rude and unsettling question. But my Dad had an extremely colorful vocabulary and so the question didn't even sound vulgar. "No," I answered still unsure of what sex was like only having heard the normal stuff kids whisper to each other, and defensive, like I already should have if he was going to ask.
"You want to?" he asked as Kevin and Billy jostled each other and Kate looked down at her feet.
Fear of the unknown foremost, I answered, "No," with more resolve than I actually felt. What was he actually asking? He couldn't actually mean sex, real sex.
Gerald must have been familiar with first timers as he asked, "You want to see Kate naked?"
That was an easy question, "Yeah!"
I turned to Kate as she pulled off her top and dropped her pants and panties. A naked girl! Wow. I was tongue tied. "Show him your pussy," Gerald said.
Gerald knelt down next to his sister and pulled me down with him. Kate spread her labia giving me a close up of a girl's pussy, all red and pink. Wow again was all I could think. "Kevin, why don't you show Mike how to have sex."
I stood up with Gerald as Kevin dropped his drawers and came over to Kate. The ease with which they did this made it obvious they did it frequently. 'Sex' consisted of Kevin pulling his soft cock out and rubbing it against Kate's pussy as they stood there. I imagine there was some pleasure for Kate but it wasn't sex. Even at 10 I knew this wasn't really sex. Stupid me. Of course, it was years later that I would come to understand sex is whatever you want as long as it pleases the participants.
Looking back a few years later I wondered about how Kate was ordered about by Gerald. I began to feel queasy about the whole thing, like maybe I had been part of the abuse of the poor girl. That was when I was young and bought into the Christian Victorian hogwash that women shouldn't like sex, except to have kids. Boy, is that wrong. The truth is, Kate dropped her trousers with alacrity and enjoyed her part in the erotic dance with the boys. She was an active participant and as you'll see enjoyed her part.
Gerald looked at me and smiled, "So, you want to try?" He must have seen my determination wavering as he went on, "We'll leave you and Kate alone if you want."
This had now become too good an opportunity to pass up. The three boys disappeared, though I was to realize later they had gone around the corner and would be peeking and listening.
I was looking at Kate, naked, and full of funny feelings I wasn't familiar with. I dropped my pants and my little boy cock bounced up erect and straight as an arrow. Kate looked and smiled. She reached out and touched it, "Nice." Nice was her touching it.
You know, all that crap currently making the news about all these poor kids being ruined by sex under 18, it's drivel, complete nonsense and wishful thinking. I was 10 and had an erection and a good one because I was more than ready and eager as hell to explore sex. Kate was 7 and she was eager. As Twain said a hundred years ago, she was ready.
Kate pulled me over as she had done with her brother. But I knew about sex, okay it's a laugh looking back but I thought I knew about sex. Boy, I sure wish I had sex education by then. There was a bed, I suppose left over and tossed in the rumpus room to get it out of the way. "Let's lay down," I said pointing at the bed. That was about it for my knowledge of real sex.
We did and I lay between her legs. Kate looked a little surprised. I guess this was a new position for her. A bit of jostling and my cock found the heat and wetness. Lovely. I 'knew' I was supposed to do something now so I began moving in the age old rhythm. The only problem was, I wasn't inside. But I didn't realize it was off and Kate didn't either as it started to feel good to her and she juiced up even more which made it feel better to both of us. I have no idea how long we went at it, seconds or minutes as time was standing still for me. Some laughter and jostling from the boys who had snuck back into the room brought our heads up and I quickly rolled off and pulled up my drawers. Kate grabbed her clothes and put them back on. Frottage interruptus.
That ended my first sexual experience, and I do consider it a real experience even though it was interrupted, as Kate and I were both pissed at being interrupted. The evening went on to more usual pursuits like watching TV, though Kate and I kept exchanging glances and smiles. I had the feeling that if she could have found a way to kill her brothers, she would have and we would have been back at it. But I suppose many sisters feel that way at some point about their brothers.
If only... If only I had real sex education when I needed it. I imagine Kate would have loved me going down on her lovely pussy. Then I could have found that magnificent entrance and done the job right, giving her a good tumble for her first instead of just a nice rub. Until we Americans can leave behind the religious condemnation of pleasure that is at the core of our sexual ethics, I suspect my little drama will be reenacted over and over.
Even so, I smile every time I think about my first time.
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