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Now I don't want to give you the impression that I condone 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 hangups 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 bullshit.  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 massages, 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 myself and her whatever 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 which was as fun as petting a kitten the way Mom would
respond to my caresses.

As soon as I was old enough to  watch, 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 carresses 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 while he was licking
her.

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 is 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 Mom and Dad 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.

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 new 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 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, everyone was partly
or completely undressed and getting friendly with each other.  I
liked this part best because 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 almost 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 by my Mom and Dad as to 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
Grandma, 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 Grandma 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 Grandma would probably be tied up for at
least an hour.  I also recognized immediately that Joey had some
hanky panky in mind.

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 birthday, a black hard plastic bag with a
red cross sticker on it.  For a moment there, 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 stethescope, he proceeded to pretend to examine me for the
problem.  He soon pushed his hands under my dress which I
protested 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
enjoyment.  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 cock and quickly made it hard.  Knowing
that he would now have a hard time peeing 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.  I suggested that that was the cause of his
tummy ache and that he could fix it by rubbing Vicks on it.  At
that I left the room, put on my panties and took my book into the
kitchen where Grandma was still talking on the phone.

Dumb Joey believed what I had said and had rubbed Vicks all over
his cock and balls.  The stuff soothed him just long enough  that
he could piss 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 Grandma.  He tried to blame me but  Grandma
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 history.  As you could tell, 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 get in her that
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 both cunt and ass 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 felt 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 any sooner than necessary.

The first couple of dates I went on were real busts.  I had 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 so hot from his nibbling 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
belly.  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 with 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.

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 damp 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.  Although we had seen a lot of each
other because of neighborhood and school events, we hadn't really
palled around since that incident.  This guy was more experienced
and he had his hand on top of my brassiere 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 with this one was that he knew what was happening and
grabbed my ass just as he came, 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 my cock depositing this sperm directly into your pussy 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.  I played
the field as wide 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.

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 the 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 inmy 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
somewhere."

"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.

Mrs. Brown then went through a number of facial expressions, the
meanings of which could only be guessed.  Finally, though, she
smiled a kind of motherly smile and pulled her nightgown over her
head.  She was now as naked as I and I gasped appropriately 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 experience.

I pulled out the vibrator slowly, commenting to Mrs. Brown that
she had the most lovely pussy 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 and I had never touched a woman
with so much hair.  Mom always kept her bush trimmed to about 1/2
to 3/4 inch long.

"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 instructed 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 forward.  Instead, I grabbed the
vibrator again and proceeded to slip 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.

We then exchanged 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
me on and I was a little frightened that she would sense my being
not 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 is 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 myself 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 at their house anytime.  I never did get involved
with her again because I thought it 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.