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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Learning About Sex by Anonymous Author *** It was 1959 -- and information for teenagers about sex was really hard to come by. The first Play- boy magazines that came out featured centerfolds with certain patches of hair discretely hidden. Information was at a premium. And when you did get information it was not always correct. It was sort of like a game we used to play called "Rumor", where someone would whisper a phrase into someone's ear and that person in turn would repeat it, and so on until the "rumor" got to the last person who would say what was whispered into their ear. It was always incomplete or totally incorrect. This is what our sex education was like. I didn't have any older brothers or sisters to help me. There was just my twin sister, Kathy, and my- self. Being twelve, I was getting curious about sex and what my sister "looked" like. So I would deliber- ately try to walk in on her when she was taking a bath or just in the bathroom. We had separate bedrooms with a common bathroom in between. She knew what I was up to and let me see her on occasion. She played the same game with me too. We were very close to each other, which is com- mon between twins. We shared almost everything. Almost. But our togetherness really took off a few weeks after our twelfth birthday. Twins have a strong common bond. Even twins of the opposite sex. We had been constant companions as far back as we could remember. We shared everything. So when this new era in our lives came -- It happened to both of us at the same time, in just slightly different ways. This was our experience: One morning early, Kathy was in the bathroom sitting on the commode crying. I heard her and went to the door to see if she was okay. As I reached the door of the bathroom, I real- ized that it was unlocked. So I went in. And asked my sister what the matter was. In typical feminine fashion, she replied, "nothing." Sniff. I looked at her with my twelve year old wisdom and said, "you're crying for a reason. Come on. You and I have always shared." She caught her breath, took a deep breath, and said, "okay. I woke up this morning and my panties are all wet. I know I didn't wet the bed, I know it isn't pee." They were down around her ankles, so I leaned down to take them. "Here let me see what might be wrong." With that I brought them closer for a better inspection. As I did, I smelled something that was really pretty exciting to me. I had no idea what it was or why it smelled so good. But I did know I liked it. It didn't look like pee. I caught a little between my finger and thumb and felt it. "Kathy it doesn't feel like pee, here feel some of it," and I handed her the panties. She felt it herself and asked, "what is it then? What's happening to me?" "I don't know. Did you hurt yourself? Is it an infection?" "I don't remember hurting myself." "Do you ever play with yourself?" "What are you? Some kind of doctor? That's none of your business." "So you do. Maybe that's what's wrong. Why don't you let me look to see if there's an infection." "Are you crazy? There's no way I'm going to do anything as disgusting as that." "Okay. But if there's something wrong and mom takes you to the doctor, he'll do the same thing. And if there is something wrong he'll tell mom. And then you'll be in big trouble. I was just trying to help you. Look, we never keep secrets from each other, and we never tell on each other. I just thought if I could see anything, we could put a bandage on it or some- thing." "Okay Kevin, but you can only look, you're not to touch." I know the reader would find it hard to believe, but I was as concerned about Kathy as I was curious about her. I had accidentally hit on the 'playing with herself' thing, because I had been doing the same thing with myself. She stood up and spread her legs apart, I got down on my hands and knees and looked up. But I couldn't see anything. "I can't see anything. This isn't working out well. Let me lock the bathroom door so mom won't catch us, and you sit on the counter so I can look better." We locked the door that led from the bathroom to her bedroom, and she very reluctantly got on the counter and spread her legs. I looked more closely. She had started to grow hair around her pussy and her pussy itself was starting to open up like a flower awakening from it's early bud stages. In some ways I was over- whelmed by the sight, and in others I was very excited. It looked very nice to me. No inflammation, no sores. "You'll have to part it open for me." "What? Are you crazy? Can't you see enough now?" "No I can't because it's partially closed." "You better be telling me the truth," she said as she reached down to part her lips. As I looked closer, I could see more of this liquid coming out of her. And I could smell that same smell. I was really finding the smell to be beyond exciting. "I don't think there's anything wrong. I don't see any sores. It's not red and blistered. But I see more of that stuff coming out of you. Maybe you're starting your period." "What would you know about that?" "Plenty. All the guys talk about it. That's how girls have babies. They have a period, and then a guy sticks his thing inside and shoots some stuff in there, and then she has a baby." "That's disgusting. Mom would never let dad stick his thing in her. You just made it up." "No serious. That's how women have babies." "Not my mother and father." "Why don't you ask your friends. See if they agree with me." "Maybe I will...." "Kathy, time to get up dear," yelled mom at the bottom of the stairs. "Quick, she'll be up her any time now. Get back in bed. I'll lock the bathroom door and she'll think I'm in here. Go, quick." Kathy jumped down from the counter, and ran to her bed sliding quickly under the covers. I locked the door and looked at the counter. She had left her panties there. I picked them up with the idea of sneaking them into the dirty clothes hamper when mom wasn't looking. I paused and brought the crotch up to my nose. There was that smell again. I was getting really addicted to it. I brought them closer and stuck my tongue onto the crotch area. The stuff tasted pretty good too. With that, I shoved them into the inside pocket of my jacket with the intention of depositing them before going to school. Mom called to me to get up. I could tell she had gone into Kathy's room. So I went back into the bathroom, flushed the commode and unlocked the door to Kathy's room. "You can use the bathroom now Kathy," I called out. "Thank you," After getting dressed, I went downstairs with my jacket slung over a shoulder and sat down for breakfast. As usual, we were late and I grabbed my jacket and ran out of the house with Kathy's panties still inside. It was when I got to school that I started to worry about getting caught with my sister's panties. "Oh my god," I thought, "how would I explain to any of the guys why I have a pair of girls panties with roses all over them in my possession. And dirty ones at that. All day long, every time I would open my jacket, I could smell Kathy. I loved it, but was really worried that one of the guys would smell it and discover what was inside. During lunch I was sitting with some of the old- er guys eating my lunch, when a friend of mine who was in the eighth grade picked up my jacket that was laying on the bench beside me for no apparent reason. Kathy's bouquet filled the air. Richard dug a little deeper and found the panties. "What are you doing with these?" he asked. "They're my sister's. I was supposed to drop them off into the hamper this morning and forgot." "Wow. They smell like real pussy. Hey look there's a pussy hair on them. Can I keep it?" I couldn't understand what the big difference would be, and further what a pussy hair was. We didn't even own a cat. He must have been mistaken. "Sure, go ahead." He reached into the crotch of the panties and pulled out one of the hairs that had formerly been on Kathy's pussy. "So that what he meant." I thought. "Does she have much hair on her pussy?" Richard became my mentor that lunch hour. And in 30 minutes I learned everything there was to know about sex. I couldn't wait to bring Kathy up to date on my knowledge. School really dragged on that afternoon. I was so busy trying my best to remember all the facts I had been told. I really wanted to share with Kathy and set her mind at ease. This was just some juice that comes down from inside her pussy to let things slide in and out. And I was right. A man makes his rooster (I later realized it was cock, but cock - rooster, they're the same aren't they?) anyway a man puts his rooster into a woman's pussy and moved it in and out until he squirts his come into her. She doesn't always get a baby, only when she's lucky. The bell rang to end the school day. I gathered my stuff and ran to the bus. Kathy was there with her friend Pamela. I wanted to tell her, but not with Pam there. So I had to wait until we got home. Finally we got home and there was a note from mom that she and dad were going to be at the Henderson's to play bridge. She had dinner in the oven with all the instructions. We had done this before and it was fine with me. "Hey, now Kathy and I can really talk without fear," I thought. I heard Kathy come in as I went into my bedroom. I would wait until she got into her room and then I would educate her. When I heard her, I promptly went over to the door and walked in, "Kathy, I learned today what that stuff was this morning and what sex is all about and ....oh hello Pam," I was embarrassed. I had blurted out not know- ing that Pamela was there. Fortunately, Pam really liked me, and we all had played doctor when we were younger, so I didn't mess up too badly. "What stuff? And what is it that we should know?" asked Pam. "Oh this morning I thought I had wet my bed. My panties were all wet and I let Kevin check me down there." "You what?!" "Hey, what's wrong with that? I've seen YOU plenty of times before. So there's no big deal. We were worried." "That's not fair," replied Pam, "we were chil- dren then." "You mean you got a new pussy?" I said, blur- ting out part of my new vocabulary. Pamela knew the term because she had two older sisters and an older brother. "No smarty, it's the same pussy I had when I was born." "What are you two talking about?" asked Kathy, pretty exasperated at being left in the dark. "Oh, pussy is a name that grown up people call your thing, you know down there." "Yes and when that stuff comes, it is so things can go in and out of your pussy better," I added. "Things? Like what?" "A man's rooster," I announced with great pride. "That's not what you call it," said Pam, "it's a cock." "Rooster - cock, they're the same thing. And how do you know so much." "I have sisters, and they have boyfriends." "Have you ever seen them do it?" I asked. "No, but I know they do. All adults do." "Do what?" asked Kathy. "Kathy, men put their cocks inside women's pussies all the time. I know it must feel really good because Janice and Lisa are always talking about how good it feels to them." "I sure don't think that sounds all that great. I don't think I ever want to do that," replied Kathy. "Then you'll just have to frig yourself off," answered Pam. "What's that?" "Haven't you ever rubbed your pussy and it feels so good to do it. The harder you rub, the more you want to rub?" "Yes it started a few months ago during the night. I started to rub myself against the sheets and it really felt good." "And now you find if you rub it up there it feels really good?" "Wow, I thought I was the only one. Yes it feels wonderful." Pamela smiled with great confidence now, "I can almost get it to an organism." "What's an organism?" "That's when the pleasure is so strong that you think you might faint." "Wow, I never knew you could do that. You came close?" "Several times." Not wanting to be left out I added in a scholar- ly tone, "yes when you rub your criterous, it makes you really dizzy and warm." "I think there's an 'l' in the word. But yes, that's what you have to rub." "How do I know if I have one?" questioned Kathy. "All girls do. I do. My sister's do. So you have to have one. Pull down your panties and I'll show you." "No you show me yours first and then we'll look for mine." "With him in the room?" "Grow up Pamela. I've seen your pussy before and I don't care if it is grown up now. I want to see what one looks like too." Reluctantly Pam lifted her dress, and pulled off her panties. She had the same light brown hair on her pussy that Kathy had. She laid back on the bed and spread her legs. Soon she was conducting a tour of her pussy for the two of us. Hidden at the top of her slit was a little button of flesh. She touched it and jumped. "That's it." All Kathy and I could say was, "Wow!" "Do you want to touch it Kathy?" "No. But let Kevin touch it." "Okay, he's seen it now so I guess he can touch it." I reached out ever so carefully my index finger aiming for the tiny target. As the tip of my finger landed on the spot, Pamela jumped, I jumped, and Kathy squealed. I got a little braver and probed my finger around it a bit. This seemed to feel really nice to Pam because she let out a sound that is only made when mom gives you a warm chocolate chip cookie right out of the oven. "Are you okay Pam?" I asked. "Oh yes, it feels even better when someone else touches it. But now we have to find Kathy's. Come on Kathy, you have to do what I did." Kathy wasn't at all sure about this whole thing, but she complied. If I can say anything about her, it's that she has always been a good sport, and more daring than most girls her age. She finally worked up enough nerve to pulled her dress up and slid out of her panties. She assumed the position that Pamela had earlier had. Pam went over to her and pulled her labia apart to expose an even larger clit than she had. "There it is!" she announced. "Wow," I exclaimed, "that is really neat." "Let Kevin touch yours now, just like he touched mine." I moved a little faster toward this larger target. After all I was now experienced and knew what to do. My finger landed right on top of Kathy's slightly swollen clit. She jumped twice as hard as Pamela had. I backed off and asked, "did it hurt?" "No, put your finger back. It just tickled. But in a funny way." I proceeded to probe around the entire area and with each return to her clit, Kathy responded in an even more pronounced way. I started to rub it with a little more frequency and she started to turn blush in color. And then I stopped. "What did you stop for? I think I was going to get an organism." "I didn't want to hurt you. Look at all that lubrication stuff she's leaking out now." Sure enough, Kathy was so worked up she was flowing a steady stream of her juices from deep inside her vagina. Kathy was caught between being relieved that this was normal, and being frustrated that for once in her life this feeling she had been having had a reason that she could understand, and I had stopped. "If you're a real man, you can make her organism with your tongue," proclaimed Pamela, "that's what my brother was bragging about with his friends." At first I didn't know about this idea, but then as I got thinking about it, it sounded pretty neat. I did like the smell of her juices, and I kind of liked the taste this morning from the crotch of her panties. "Sure, I'll try." "That's sick," said Kathy. But then she started to think about how a wet soft tongue would feel down there and relented, "if you want to, go ahead Kevin." I got on my knees between Kathy's thighs and lowered my mouth onto her pussy. If I enjoyed the taste of her panties, this was beyond description. She tasted really good. As I moved my tongue back and forth against her clit she responded with more feeling than before. She started to shake all over, and soon she was moaning like she was having a fever attack. Her body started to shake harder and harder, and she was breathing really hard now. I continued not wanting to fail her now, I knew she was going to do something big. All of a sudden she cried out Yes, yes yes, yes, yes. All the time she was bouncing her bottom on the bed. Then she stopped and collapsed still twitching a little bit and breathing hard. "Oh Pam. It's even better than you said. That was the most exciting feeling I have ever had. I got so dizzy I thought I was going to sleep. I felt like I had to pee the hardest I have ever had to, but it wasn't pee. It was just inside me. Oh I can't explain it any better. Pam you have to let Kevin do it to you." Pamela was really reluctant at first. But she really wanted to feel what Kathy had felt. She wanted it so very badly, and now was as good a time as any. So finally she took her dress off completely and stood there in her training bra and panties. "Okay," she said with some reluctance, "let's do it." And she removed her pink and blue striped cotton panties, now just wear- ing shoes and socks and her training bra. She lay on the bed next to Kathy with her feet on the ground and her butt seated against the edge. By now I was a seasoned veteran at 'eating pussy.' I moved quickly, trying to remember exactly how I did it to Kathy. Pamela's clit was smaller. But the area around the clit seemed to be super charged with feelings. As my tongue started to lick around the whole area I could smell Pam's juices. Her pussy smelled slightly different than Kathy's, not better or worse, just different. I really enjoyed the smell and taste. Unlike Kathy, Pamela was in constant agitation from the very beginning. She was also really noisy. She was crying out constantly, about how good it was feeling. This and the taste was doing some great wonders for me also. The girls weren't aware at all of what was happening to me during all this, but my cock was pushing so hard against my pants that it was getting just plain painful. Pamela started to slap the bed on both sides of her now as she lifted her butt off the bed and pushed her pussy deeper into my face. It was so forceful that my tongue slipped off her clit and down toward the entrance of her vagina. Instead of slowing her down, this brought her into an even more violent reaction. She was furious with activity and agitation. Her juices were flowing steadily out and down her ass crack on to the bed spread. Then with one large thrust of her pelvis, she climaxed in a grand style. Her legs came together and pinned my head between them. As I managed to wiggle free, I looked at her face, she still had tooth marks on her bottom lip, her eyes were closed and she was moving her head back and forth. She was gasping for air. When she finally was able to catch her breath she opened her eyes and a smile lit up her face. "That was the greatest. That was more than anyone said it would be. I want to do it again and again. You're right Kathy, it makes you feel like you have to pee the big- gest pee in your life and you just can't hold it. And when you let go, you just float in the sky." The two girls were so wrapped up in describing their new found pleasures that they forgot that I was in the room. Suddenly Pamela realized that her and Kathy were virtually nude in front of me, this seemed to bother her for some reason so she said, "we had to show ourselves to Kevin. I think he should show his cock to us. It's only fair. Kevin," asked Pam, "do you ever, you know...squirt that stuff out?" I had already admitted in a way to Kathy that I had masturbated a couple of times (I didn't say per day which was much closer to the truth). I looked at Pamela and said, "it's not that easy. I don't just let it get hard and it squirts by itself. I have to pet it." This made both of them giggle almost out of control. Then Kathy spoke up, "take off your clothes and let us see what a man looks like Kev. It's been a long time since either of us has seen you. My heart was pounding in my throat as I slowly removed my pants and shirt, standing there in my shoes, socks and BVD's. I really wanted to show myself to the girls, in the worst way. By now, my cock was straining to free itself from captivity and was making my under- wear look very stretched out. As removed my shorts and there was a gasp. I don't think either girl expected to see anything other than the little worm I used to have when we had all been nude playing doctor year before. I had been developing and not only did I have a much larger cock than they had anticipated, but my balls a lot larger, and I had some pubic hair. The sight of the two of them laying on Kathy's bed with no panties on, made my erection grow to a pretty impressive size. Kathy had her mouth wide open, and Pamela just sat there and starred at it. "So that's what it looks like," said Kathy with a sound of total disbelief. "I have only seen my brothers from a distance and I don't think it's that big," remarked Pamela. (Of course she probably never saw her brothers hard.) "Pet it and make it squirt" The both said almost simultaneously. I slowly started to pump my cock. I was very nervous jacking off in front of them but was able to kept my excitement up by looking at the two girls on Kathy's bed. It wasn't going to take long to erupt this time -- the thought of doing it in front of them was making me ready really fast. I could feel my insides starting to churn. Slowly I could feel the pressure build up in me as I kept stroke cock with more purpose. I shut my eyes and concentrate on the wonderful feel- ings. I could feel it coming. And finally out it shot, arching into the air and landing on the carpet in front of the two girls. They both jumped up and ran to the spot where it landed. "Be careful Kathy, it might get you pregnant if you touch it." Kathy ignored the warning and scooped up what she could into her hand. "No you can't. You have to have it inside you." Then she looked at it closely. "It looks like snot. But it feels different. She put her hand up to her nose to smell it. "It smells like paste." "Let me see," asked Pamela, she looked it over carefully. "Remember, you can't get pregnant from it unless it goes inside you." "That's right," Pamela agreed, as she took some out of Kathy's hand. Pam smelled it and looked carefully at it, then she noticed my cock was getting smaller, and there was some of my stuff on it. She came over to me and handled my now downsizing cock. She was the first 'woman' to touch me there, if you consider a twelve year old a woman. "The skin is so soft. Kathy you feel it." Kathy jumped at the opportunity. Now she was ready to learn everything she could. She wanted to feel it. "Make it hard again so we can feel it when it's bigger." she said. "I can't. It takes time to reload. Let me do you again and then maybe it will be ready." "Sure" "And when you're through with Kathy, do me." "This time let me see your titties too." The two of them looked at each other and giggled and shrugged their shoulders, "why not?" You have to appreciate that I had never had the opportunity to feel real female breasts in my life. The anticipation of what was in store for me as they both removed their training bras made me feel super excited. This was more exciting than touching their pussies. I mean these were going to be real live tits. As Pamela's bra feel away exposing what to me were big breasts, my head was spinning. I wanted to touch them so badly and she realized that. "Go ahead Kevin, you can feel them," she said. Slowly I reached my hand out to feel one of them. As my finger landed gently on the surface, a spark went through my whole body. This was exciting -- I was instantly hard again. "Put your whole hand on it, it won't bite you," Pamela encouraged me. I have been very lucky to feel and admire many breasts in my life. But the first time I ever felt a real living breast was something I will never forget. 40 years later, and I can still remember what that feel was like. Firm, yet soft. Totally exciting. She already had well defined nipples, even if they weren't very large, there was no mistake that she was excited. My hand rested there so that my brain could absorb the moment. This moment was broken when Kathy pushed her breasts into my face. While not as big as Pamela's, her training bra was not for decoration or wishful thinking only, it was needed. She was well on her way to development. "Kathy, can I kiss them?" "That sounds nice, please do." I leaned over with my hand still on Pamela's breast, and kissed one of Kathy's nipples. By pure instinct I put my mouth over her nipple and started suck it. This turned out to be the correct move to make at this time. Kathy responded with sounds of shear pleasure. Pamela was so excited over what I was doing with Kathy that her nipples started to get hard. Those little 12 year old buds responding in such a dramatic way. I turned from Kathy to do the same with Pamela. It was becoming obvious that I needed two mouths. At this age, these two women were showing a very feminine response, the love of attention and adoration of their breasts. Finally, Pamela looked down at my cock which had grown to behemoth proportions. "Look at how big it's got Kathy?" "Kev make it squirt again. We want to see it," begged Kathy. For some strange reason, the girls while watch- ing me, started to feel each others breasts. We three began a time of mutual satisfaction. Even though I had cum just a few minutes ago, I was ready again. I was so charged up by what I had seen and felt that I just couldn't hold back. By this time, the two girls were sitting on the edge of the bed with me standing almost in front of Pamela. With one last stroke my first shot of ejaculate went sailing through the air and landed squarely on top of Pam's left breast, then the next shot hit her arm and the final shot got her just above the navel. "Oops, sorry. I didn't mean for it to land on you." Pamela was in no way repulsed. Instead she smiled at me, and scooped the glob off her breast and tasted it. "It doesn't taste too bad Kathy, not real yummy, but not real yucky either. You should try it." Never one to back down from a dare or challenge, Kathy gathered all my sperm that was on Pamela's arm with a finger and plopped it into her mouth. "Mmmm." After tasting it for a second or two, she said, "I kind of like the taste. The thought of where it came from is really neat. I mean I don't want to give up candy for it, but there's something that makes me feel tingly all over about it. Do you think we can get preg- nant if we shallow too much of this?" This simple problem was new to the girls, but one that they had to find an answer to. They both de- cided that they would put this into their mouths again, but how much was safe? As they were pondering that problem, we heard the garage door open. "Quick, mom and dad are home. Kathy, Pam get dressed for bed, and get into bed, Mom always checks here first. I'll go through the bathroom and close the doors. 'Move', she'll be up here in a minute." The girls scrambled quickly to get things set for Mom's goodnight visit. Pamela got into her pajamas so quickly she forgot to wipe the cum off her belly and squashed it between her body and the pajamas. Soon Mom was upstairs and into Kathy's room. I hadn't closed the bathroom doors completely and heard her kiss the girls goodnight. "Did Kevin get home on time?" "Yes Mommy." "Are you awake Kevin?" In a voice like I had just started to doze off I answered, "Yes, Mom" "Good night children, I'll see you in the morn- ing." Disaster averted, experiment successful! END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 5