30 Nov 06
Then one day I accidently discovered my dad magazine stash. He had a really wonderful liburary of very erotic and explicit books. I fell in love with the femal body! I found that I love the detail of the vagina, and how sexy the anus is. I was all kind of different shapes, curves, and sizes. I discovered that nipples and clits really turn me on. I learned so much from dads books. He had some that were readers, like master and johnsons sexual guides. There I learned about eating pussy, about anal sex, about giving women orgasms, about erogenous zones.
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The more I learned the more I wanted it but was too shy to approach a girl about having sex. So I experimented with masturbation while getting stimulation from my anus. I don't ever remember thinking about having a cock in me, but I did discover may things that I could put in there that felt so good. Then one day I discovered my mom's vibrator under the bed. Wow, this was the ticket. Wacking off while sliding that vibrator in my asshole REALLY got me off.
I was eleven years old the first time I put my cock into a pussy. The girl was ten, she seduced me, measured my cock, (8 inches, told me that is was small but would do), sucked my cock, then had me put it inside her pussy. This girl had been having sex for no telling how long, and with a cock that she said was 11 inches long. I remember having to twist sidewise to even feel anything.
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Well I did not cum or even get close. The only thing that I got out of it was to think that all pussy and having sex smelt like her, she really had a terrible aroma, one that I have never smelt since, (thank god).
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I was wearing a brand new pair of Levi's and afterword, thinking that all sex smelt this way, they smelt so rank that I knew that if my parents smelt them they would know that I had been having sex. I buried the pants in the very bottom of the wash pile hoping that my mom would not notice them, but later, while just walking thru the washroom, I notice that I could still smell them. I knew that if my mom walked into the wash room it would be an instant bust. So I did what any eleven year old boy would have done, I took them out into the middle of the orange grove across the street from my house, dug a hole and buried them.
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So my first experience of sex with a female, (the first of which I had effectively blocked out), left me with the understanding that all pussy smelt like something dead. So for the time being, I was satisfied with masturbating. I discover that if I put two pillows in a plastic bag, one per bag, and put oil or lotion between them I could fuck my pillows. This became a nightly routine too.
Two years later, at 13 years old, I was camping with my family in south central California Valley foothills at a place called Camp Wishon. It is located high up the Tulie River. I had decided to go explore down stream and do some fly fishing.
The terrain was very broken, with jutting rocks, huge boulders, and side that were very seep in most places. I remember coming to where the stream bellied out into a perfect pool. One that I knew that trout would be lurking. The down stream edge of this pool was the edge of a aterfall, with the stream dropping down into the next pool. While concentrating on my casting, I thought that I heard the sound of female laughing. I walked to the edge of the fall and looked over. Because of the outcroppings I could not see straight down, but I could see a towel, pants and a blouse. I round to the side of the canyon and start making my way down the steep wall. As I come around the side of a large rock that was blocking my view I was totally taken by surprise by what I saw. There before me, about 10 feet down and 15 feet away were four totally naked women. I lost my footing, dropped, tumbled, and fell the rest of the way down.
<http://keamanan.white.prohosting.com/>I admit this was a very clumsy entrance but very effective. All four of the naked women immediately came over to me to tend to my "wounds". Of which only my pride was injured. Oh yea, and I broke my fishing pole. Well, fishing was out of the question, as if I ever thought about it again.
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