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Growing up
by Michael (no address provided)
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Being orally satisfied. (ffb, pre-teen, ped, 1st, oral,
coa)
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I was young when I discovered this. Much younger than I
am going to admit to.
The year was 1957. I was living in the northeast and it
was winter. I was over at my friends house. I was the
fifth child out of six in my house. He was the oldest of
three. His mother was visiting his grandmother with his
two sisters. We had the rule of the house.
When I got there he had already been through his
father's closet. He was entranced by a small pressure
activated doll. The doll stood about two or three inches
tall. It had a water reservoir and a bulb you pushed to
activate it. When you pushed it the barrel that clothed
the doll would raise and a penis would pop out squirting
some water into the reservoir. As the pressure decreased
the barrel would return to its original position,
prompting another push of the activation bulb. He was
totally wrapped up in his newly discovered toy. Me, not
so much.
He must have sensed my lack of enthusiasm so he
suggested I search his mother's closet for other
treasures.
I went into their bedroom and started my search. I was
very careful not to move anything to a new location. On
the shelf under three shoeboxes I found the cache. There
were two vibrators/dildos. I lifted them out of the box.
I turned them on and off again, not really understanding
what I was holding. In the bottom of the shoebox was a
book.
The book was small. Three inches wide and five inches
long. It had maybe twenty pages in it. Half of those
were illustrated. I shoved the book into my pocket and
replaced the shoebox carefully in its former location. I
told my friend there was nothing there and went back out
into the cold for some winter fun.
As I said I had four older siblings and one younger. My
privacy was almost non-existent. That doesn't mean I
didn't have a place to hide things. I hid the small book
where it was safe and left it alone until I had an
opportunity to look at it alone.
After several days, the opportunity presented itself. My
sisters went shopping with my mother. My father was at
work and my oldest brother was babysitting me. His
girlfriend was there so that meant I could do what I
wanted as long as I didn't make noise or spy on him. I
went into the garage and grabbed the book.
There were words I didn't know but it was illustrated so
I was able to understand it. In today's world it would
be a how to manual on lesbianism. The first hand drawn
illustration was a full annotated page on the vagina. It
clearly delineated the labia interior and exterior, the
vaginal opening, the clitoris, the clitoral hood, the
perinum, the anus and pubic hair.
The second illustration was a hand drawn close up of the
clitoris and the retracted clitoral hood. The third
illustration was of a woman licking the clitoris and the
distended vaginal opening. I heard movement outside so I
quickly put the book away and went out to find my friend
waiting with his sled.
It took several trips until I had examined the book page
by page. The written parts were easily understood
because I had memorized the illustrations.
I was drawn to the book and its pictures repeatedly. I
found the written parts more intriguing than the
illustrations. All of the drawings showed nothing but
females. I knew I wasn't ever going to be female, but I
did have a tongue and fingers. That was the important
part of the second person in the illustrations and the
stories.
The texture, taste and odor was described in detail. I
set out to duplicate it for my nose and palate. I ate
items that were unusual for someone my age. When I
conquered raw shell fish I felt I was ready.
My next issue was to find a willing partner. I knew the
topic was taboo. I had found the book very well hidden.
The topics covered in the book were never mentioned by
anyone. I had to be very careful.
My friend had two younger sisters. The oldest of the
two, Joan, was a year younger than he was. I was a year
older than he was. We had both explored the differences
between males and females using his sisters as models. I
decided to check out the older of his two sisters to see
if this was something she might be interested in.
I slowly and privately shared with her my knowledge of
the female anatomy. At first she didn't believe me at
all. Then after a few times she started to ask
questions. She had done some exploring and found my
descriptions to be correct.
I kept my talks focus on her pleasure and her
satisfaction, leaving my own gratification out of it
altogether. It took a few weeks until we progressed to
the practical portion. By this time it was warmer
outside so privacy was easier to come by.
I met her in the barn. She removed her pants and undies.
She laid herself on the ground while I explored her. We
both found all of the parts that should be there. Then I
started to talk about the physical sensations to be
found within her private parts. Once again I had her
intrigued.
I talked her into a round two. I told her to set a timer
for the amount of time she wanted to do it for. I
promised no penetration of any kind and that I would
stop when the timer went off.
She set the timer for five minutes and laid back. I
opened her with my fingers. I could see most of the
parts I was looking for. I licked her first around her
labia, then more towards her center, concentrating on
her clitoral area. I was just getting into it when the
timer buzzed. I stopped. I told her we could do it again
if she wanted.
The next day she told me she wanted to try it again. I
met her in the barn. She set the timer again. This time
for ten minutes. I started where I left off. When the
timer went off she was panting heavily, much like the
girl in the book. The next time we met she didn't set
the timer. I never even hinted that I would get naked
with her.
We continued to meet three or four times a week. Each
time she would open herself more to me. Then she
mentioned that one of her friends, a girl that lived
down the street wanted to try it.
This girl was half of a set of twins, both female. She
was the cutest of the two and not one to be outdone at
anything. I agreed to meet with her.
I knew this second girl as well as I knew my friends
sister. We met each other many times during the course
of a week, but I had never spoken of the alone times
with my friends sister. She had obviously.
Sandy and I met in the barn. We sat and discussed what I
would do and what I expected from her. I kept the topic
on her, leaving her a passive role with me doing to her
exactly what I did with Joan. Sandy had her pants off
and was waiting on me. There was no talk of a time
limit.
I now had two willing participants in my adventure. I
also realized that I could subtly encourage them to talk
to other girls about their experiences.
There was a girl that I knew. She lived near the school
I went to. I didn't really know her but I had seen her
several times. She had blonde hair and I was attracted
to her. She was a year older than me and had a brother
my age. I expressed an interest in the girl to Sandy. It
wasn't two weeks when Elizabeth stopped me on my way to
school.
"Are you Michael Martin?" She asked me. I replied that I
was. She then asked if I lived on Elm Street. I did.
Then she asked if I knew Sandy and Joan. I told her that
I knew those two girls very well. I added a wink to my
last answer. By this time she was standing very close to
me.
"I want you to do with me what you do with them." I took
her hand and walked off the road and into a wooded area.
I found a downed tree for her to sit on.
"Take off your underwear," I said. She was wearing a
dress. She removed her underwear and sat on the tree. I
knelt between her legs and did to her what I was
starting to find very enjoyable.
I was late for school that day. Elizabeth was waiting
for me after school. We did another round at the tree.
This time she was wearing pants and a top. She removed
the pants and undies so I could get at her. While I was
pleasuring her, I reached under her top and caressed her
nipples.
That summer I had access to five different females that
liked receiving oral sex. It didn't take long until it
was unusual when I wasn't approached by a girl. Even
when I was with my parents the girls would come up and
flirt with me. My parents thought it was funny. My
sisters thought it was disgusting. They had heard what
the draw was.
While I was drowning in the attentions of the opposite
sex the other males my age were trying to figure out
what I had that they didn't. My own gratification that I
had put off for so long was attended to after I
performed for my girls.
When puberty finally hit, my virginity was long gone. I
performed oral sex on twenty different females, both
older and younger than I. Most males thought of me as
effeminate. It didn't bother me at all. I was have more
sex than all of them combined. Because I never pushed
penetration with any of the girls, in that pre-pill time
I always had a willing partner waiting for me.
I still have that book. It is faded and worn, but it has
many memories between its cardboard covers.