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Subject: {ASSM} Accidental sex: first time oral at 14 (a journalistic memoir)
Date: Wed, 22 May 2002 08:10:02 -0400
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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.
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