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Date: Sat, 03 Sep 2005 21:19:36 +0000
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Smart Kid
Hello, my name is Karen Conners and this is my story.
I don't want to give you the impression that I con- done child molesting because
I certainly don't but I really feel that some of the reports one hears about
nowadays are being used to excuse some hang-ups people have about sex. They
would rather blame their father or uncle or mother rather than try to find out
why they really feel the way they do. As for me I've been lucky to have had an
active sex life since I was born.
Some people say that kids don't have the same erotic urges that adults have but
that's just plain stupid. Most kids just don't recognize those feelings or get
them all mixed up with adult worship or guilt trips. Hell, my mother equated sex
with backrubs, foot mas- sages, and other so-called non-erotic experiences. She
taught me that sex is simply one branch of sensual feelings and it was to be
enjoyed as much as any other.
She played with me sexually as far back as I can remember and insisted that I do
to her and myself what- ever felt good.
When I was still in diapers we used to play with each other. Mom would kiss and
tongue my little pussy until I got so excited I would pee. Then she would invite
me to play with her furry crotch that was as fun as petting a kitten the way Mom
would respond to my caresses.
As a baby and as I grew up, Mom and Dad would let me stay in their bedroom and
sometimes even in their bed while they made love. I learned right away that they
were enjoying these sessions in spite of the moans and cries that some kids
interpret as violence between their parents. I knew what it really was because I
could see the smiles and loving touches in between.
When I slept in their bed with them we were all naked of course, and I was
able to feel the kisses and caresses they would shower on each other.
Pinches and hair pulling was ruled out, as was anything that appeared to
hurt another person.
Dad would usually come inside Mom but every once in a while he would ejaculate
on her belly or breasts to let me see what came out when he climaxed. Mom also
showed me how Dad liked to have his cock sucked and I would do it to him
sometimes.
When my folks had people over for parties and games I would have to go to my
bedroom. My Mom explained that some people didn't understand that what we did
together as a family was all right since some children couldn't handle the
sensual experience without getting confused.
She would promise that I could watch everything and that I could sleep with them
the next night. My parents had hidden video cameras in all the rooms so I could
watch what was going on - but even better was the large one-way mirror between
my bedroom and the family room that was usually the scene for all the sex that
went on. I didn't really know that we were different from other families until I
was 12 or so, it just all seemed so natural to me.
From the parties I learned mostly that all adults have fun with sex by
rubbing and being rubbed, kissing and being kissed, but especially by
fucking each other. I also saw that two men or two women could have sex
together and I learned ways to give pleasure that I had never seen my
parents use. Another thing that interested me was the wide variation in how
people looked "down there".
A typical party at our house would involve two other couples about the same age
as my parents. They would have drinks and a snack or two then watch a short
movie or play a game. Both activities were designed to get everyone in the mood
for sex and they always worked.
The movies were just shorts - of two or three people fucking so the games were
more fun. They were usually things like strip poker or spin the bottle with lots
of sexual overtones. Other times they simply read erotic stories from a book or
magazine they would pass around.
Pretty soon, whatever the activity had been, every- one was partly or completely
undressed and getting friendly with each other. I liked this part best be- cause
there was always a lot of exploring going on with the women spreading their legs
wide apart for all to see and appreciate and men jacking their cocks into battle
position trying to make them as large and stiff as possible.
After this brief little exercise the real stuff began and soon cocks were
slipping in and out of cunts, and mouths were smothering both cocks and
cunts alike.
Mom, knowing that I was probably watching would al- most always try to maneuver
a couple over in front of my mirror/window sometime during the evening.
I don't want to give you the idea that as a kid all I ever thought about was sex
because it just wasn't so. In fact, my childhood was similar to all my friends
except that I knew all about the "facts of life" long before any of them and I
had been clued in by my Mom and Dad how to respond to some of the funny
attitudes and questions that I would get from them.
We even practiced playing "doctor" so that a neighbor boy wouldn't get
suspicious and tell his folks that I had seduced him. By the way, that incident
is so funny I'll tell it to you.
It happened when we were both about six and our parents had left us both with
the same babysitter. This woman, who we called Grammy, was a grandmotherly type
that was really nice and conscientious about her job. Her only problem was that
she would get on the phone and sometimes talk for hours.
We kids knew, of course, which people she tended to talk with for much longer
than others. I was watching TV when Joey came in the room and told me that
Grammy was on the phone with Fred and would I like to play doctor with him.
I'm pretty quick about most things and I certainly knew that Grammy would
probably be tied up for at least an hour. I also recognized immediately that
Joey had some hanky panky in mind. It excited me.
Professing naive curiosity, I said, "Sure," and went along with Joey's
directions. He got out a white doctor coat and a kit that he had gotten for his
birth- day, a black hard plastic bag with a Red Cross sticker on it.
For a moment, I thought he really intended to play "doctor" but he soon eased my
fears. I was to lay down on the couch and complain of a sore tummy. Taking his
toy stethoscope, he proceeded to pretend to examine me for the problem.
He soon pushed his hands under my dress which I protested at, just as Mom told
me I should. Joey explained that he needed to examine me all over and maybe it
would be better if I took off all my clothes.
I suggested that we compromise by letting me take off my underpants and he
could feel under my dress if he needed to. It was hardly a compromise since I
knew he would want my panties off soon anyway, but this way it didn't look so
forward of me.
Soon Joey was feeling me all over, but much too roughly for my liking. I
complained that he was making my tummy hurt even worse and I didn't want to do
this any more. Then I insisted that he let me be doctor for a while.
He protested that he needed to go to the bathroom and I suggested that we needed
a pee sample anyway.
We got into the bathroom where he removed his pants and underpants. Expressing
(fake) surprise at his equipment I grabbed his dink and quickly made it hard.
Knowing that he would now have a hard time peeing (I knew that from what my Dad
had told me about the male organ.) I proceeded to instruct him to do so in a
little cup. He tried and tried but the harder he tried the stiffer he got and
the less chance there was of his being successful.
Then I suggested that that was the cause of his tummy ache and that he could fix
it by rubbing Vicks Vapor Rub on it. At that I left the room, put on my panties
and took my book into the kitchen where Grammy was still talking on the phone.
Dumb Joey believed what I had said and had rubbed Vicks all over his dink and
nuts. The stuff soothed him just long enough that he could pee and then it
started burning. He apparently tried to wash it off but ended up just rubbing it
in more and finally he came crying to Grammy.
He tried to blame me but Grammy would have none of that. She knew I had been
sitting in the kitchen reading the whole time she was on the phone.
But back to my personal story. As you guess, I knew a lot about lotions, heat
rubs, and other "devices" by the time I was six. Mom had a couple vibrators that
she let me use and I was anxious enough about getting a cock in me like she
could, but I didn't think one would fit inside me so I used the smallest one (it
was about the size of Dad's middle finger) rather roughly on myself until I
could get it all the way in.
I was so proud of myself that I insisted Dad try his finger in me the next time
we played together. It went in easily and was so much nicer that I decided a
cock would even be better. By the time I was 12, I could take everything Mom
could and had been fucked from both ends by my Dad. I insisted. )Dad had had a
vasectomy so we didn't worry about my getting pregnant.)
At 12 my parents felt that I could start getting it on with kids of my own age
although they said that I had to be careful just how I approached others so I
didn't scare them, or let them know just how well educated I was. Besides, I had
a reputation as a nice girl that I didn't want to lose.
The first couple of dates I went on were real busts. I had to maneuver the boy
into asking me anyway, and all during the dates he acted like a scared rabbit.
The third date was different. On the second date, as we said good-night on my
porch, I let him know that I really appreciated his going out with me, and then
I kissed him. I don't think he ever would have gotten around to it.
Well, for the third date, this kid was anxious to start kissing as soon as we
got into the movie. He was a 9th grader. I let him kiss me on the lips once then
insisted that he nibble my cheek and neck. That was almost as good for him and a
whole lot better for me because he really didn't know how to lip kiss yet. I got
some really big hickeys out of that date though.
I got so hot from his sucking on my neck and the romantic movie we were watching
that I whispered in his ear that he was getting me hot.
You would have thought that I had said, "Let's fuck," he was so excited. It was
all I could do then to hold him in his seat until the end of the movie.
On the way home, we ducked into some bushes by the side of my house and I showed
him how to French kiss. I also pushed against him until I was sure I could feel
his stiff cock against my me. Then I began whispering about how hard he felt and
how I would like to know what that stiff "thing" was and that some girls had
told me that he was a real stud.
All the time I was keeping him so busy kissing that he couldn't answer anything.
Well, I played it long enough that he suddenly stiffened in my arms and bucked
his pelvis involuntarily three or four times into my stomach and then was very
still. I wanted so much to feel his crotch to see how much he had come but I
resisted. I knew there would be another date after this.
Needless to say, he wasn't interested in coming in the house and didn't even
want to hang around after his climax. He walked me to our door, kissed me
quickly on the cheek and ran away before I could get any more than a fleeting
glance at his dampening trousers.
He didn't call for a week so I began on another boy. My strategy was to claim
that I wasn't going steady since I had at least two boyfriends at any time.
This second one was the boy I had had the Vicks incident with years before.
Although we had seen a lot of each other because of neighborhood and school
events, we hadn't really paled around since that incident.
This boy was more experienced and he had his hand on top of my chest moments
after the movie began. I whispered to him that maybe we should go home and play
doctor if that was all he was interested in. That stopped all his amorous
advances for the evening.
However, as we reached my house, I again used the bushes on the side to warm him
up again. Like I did with the first boy, I got this one to boil over with just
the right words and body movements.
The difference this time was that he knew what was happening and grabbed my ass
just as he came and held me tightly against him, insuring that I felt every
voluntary or involuntary thrust of his pelvis.
Then he took my hand and deliberately pressed it against the damp crotch of his
pants saying as he did so, "A few layers of cloth stood in the way of me
depositing this sperm directly into your cunt but I intend to do a better job
next time."
I climaxed as I gently squoze his partially limp penis through the damp
material.
I didn't know who was doing the trapping and who was getting trapped but I was
certainly hooked on sex with boys after that.
I played the field as widely as possible - avoiding going all the way with any
of them for the next two years. I had to do a lot of cock sucking to stay a
"virgin" but that was part of the game plan.
During this time I also had my share of sex with girls. Of course, it wasn't
as intense as it could have been, had I taught the girls all I knew, but I had
to let them initiate me into their little rituals and then just accidentally
"discover" things that would give us both pleasure. I turned 15 just about
this time.
The first experience was at a slumber party. Of course, the mood was festive and
the inhibitions minimal providing a good atmosphere for sharing.
All us girls were running around with shorty nightgowns and bikini panties.
Someone suggested comparing tits and I allowed myself to be talked into it. Then
when everyone was topless, I suggested a game where we all get in a circle and
try to sit on the lap of the person behind us.
With a bit of effort we managed to do it but in the process there was a lot of
holding onto tits of the person sitting in your lap. We decided to try to send
messages by squeezing the right or left tit of the person in front when we felt
our corresponding tit being squeezed.
Some girls got a bit rough but most of us quickly stopped playing and were
massaging for the fun of massaging. Before we stopped, everyone had nipple
erections.
The rest of the evening was like any other slumber party I'd been to and none of
us even thought about getting to sleep until after 2:00.
About 4:30 I needed to pee so I slipped out of my sleeping bag and stepped
carefully over the other girls on my way to the bathroom. I was surprised to see
the bathroom occupied and heard a soft but distinct buzz coming from inside.
Since the door wasn't fully closed, I pushed in like I hadn't even noticed
anyone was there.
It was the hostess's mother sitting on the john with her nightgown pulled up and
her legs spread wide apart. Before she instinctively closed her legs, I saw the
plastic vibrator she had been using.
Acting embarrassed, I explained that I hadn't realized anyone was in the
bathroom and I needed to pee bad. I then went on to say that I would wait
outside. The vibrator was still buzzing. I turned to go, then with all the
strength I could muster, I started to pee. The woman, thinking I was really
desperate, called me back. I managed to make a good show of trying to hold in my
urine while she stood up and moved away for me to sit down.
My panties, of course, were soaked making them all but useless for hiding my
budding black bush. I stripped them off, then sat down utterly naked now and
again let loose with the pee.
I really had needed to go, so my act was quite convincing. Mrs. Brown didn't
pretend that she wasn't watching me and I acted so relieved at being able to pee
that I wasn't trying to be modest at all. It still appeared that she wasn't
going to initiate any further moves so I spoke up, "Do I hear a buzzing sound
some- where?"
"Yes," she said, "I've been using a vibrator to sooth my nerves."
"Oh, that's what I need," I exclaimed. "I've been tossing and turning all
night." I didn't explain that I had been tossing and turning because I had been
having the sexiest dreams about her daughter and my other friends.
Mrs. Brown then went through a number of facial expressions, the meanings of
which I could only guess at. Finally, though, she smiled a kind of motherly
smile at me and pulled her nightgown over her head. She was now as naked as I
was, and I gasped appro- priately at her generous endowments.
A slim, almost petite woman, her breasts were at least D cups and although I
knew where she had the vibrator I could not spot it for the thick growth of
brown hair between her legs.
Reaching to her crotch she withdrew the shiny, plastic vibrator almost like a
magician might produce a rabbit from a hat. I gasped again. "You had that big
thing in there!" I questioned.
In response, Mrs. Brown slowly inserted her vibrator until it was once again
completely hidden from view.
"May I," I blurted out and before she could respond I had reached forward and
placed my hand on her pubic hair. I fumbled around briefly trying to get the lay
of the land, so to speak, and managing to flick her clitoris once or twice in
the process.
I really was impressed with her capacity since the vibrator was at least 10"
long and she had it in all the way. I wondered if Mr. Brown were that well hung,
or if she had had other experiences.
I pulled out the vibrator slowly, commenting to Mrs. Brown that she had the most
lovely pussy-lips I had ever seen.
"And just how many have you seen, dear," she asked.
"Oh, you know, the girls in the gym locker room and once I saw my mother when
she was getting out of the bath. I've never touched anyone else like this
though." The statements were true. Of course, I had seen many others but I had
never touched a woman with so much hair. Mom always kept her bush trimmed.
"Well, let me give you a little anatomy lesson and then you can try my
vibrator." I had forgotten that I had asked to.
Mrs. Brown sat on the edge of the vanity and in- structed me to kneel in front
of her. I thought, 'this gal doesn't waste time.'
She then placed her feet on my shoulders and spread her knees wide apart. What
a view! She pointed out her labia, clitoris, mons, the whole bit. I wanted so
much to eat her out but decided that really would look a bit weird coming from
a 12-year-old.
Instead, I grabbed the vibrator again and slipped it in and out several times to
Mrs. Brown's obvious pleasure. I used it to point out the features she had just
shown me and I even included her anus. That brought a cry of shock from her.
Then we changed places. She proceeded to point out all my anatomical features,
lingering over each one a little more than might have been thought necessary.
This was definitely turning getting me hot and a little frightened that she
would sense that I wasn't quite virginal. Suddenly, she buried her face in my
pussy and I climaxed. I held her tightly to me and shivered through 3 or 4
wonderful waves of pleasure. When I had calmed down, I asked through feigned
sobs, "What did you do to me? It felt so wonderful but so, so strange."
"You are a lucky little girl," my mentor said. "You have just learned what it's
like to have a climax. When I use the vibrator just right, that is what I feel,
anytime I want."
I begged her to do it again and this time I let my- self build up to another
climax. Then I asked if I could reciprocate. I could tell she had never been
eaten by another woman and that's a shame because she was responsive.
"Wow, that was better than my vibrator!" she gasped. "Where have you been
all my life?"
Just then, we thought we heard stirring outside the door, so we ended with a
passionate hug and a french kiss.
Mrs. Brown slipped on her nightgown and then left, saying as she did that I was
welcome in their house anytime.
I never did get involved with her again because I thought it was too dangerous
with a friend's mother but I did let my mom know about the situation and the two
of them had some great times together.
I lost my "virginity" three weekends in a row and convinced all six boys that
they were the first. The first weekend I had my period so it was easy to get
them to think I had been deflowered. The next two weeks I had to be a little
creative but I pulled it off anyway.
I was a smart kid. After I started with my periods I stopped having sex with the
boys, and made several lifelong friends with a couple of high school friends of
mine. Even though I got married at the tender age of 18, Kathleen and Brenda
still come by when my husband is out of the house. My folks too, sometimes.
All in all I don't regret one bit of my childhood.
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