How It All Started For Me

As you can probably guess by the title, this is not only my first experience, but also my first attempt at writing. I hope you enjoy.

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I grew up in London, although a child of the 60's, it was the 70's when I started understanding what makes people tick. Especially sexually. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that I blossomed and somehow became some sort of sex guru or anything like that, because, believe me, I didn't! What I mean is that as I grew up and developed I started to understand what I was thinking about and wanting, sometimes continuously! A deep seated yearning I suppose. I hope I'm not waxing lyrical too much because that is not my intention, but I liked girls. Oh boy did I! Of course I spoke to my friends and found out what they were thinking, and occasionally, doing. But I was shy. I could be the centre of attention within my circle of friends a feel very comfortable, but if a pretty girl asked me the time at the bus stop I would blush profusely and forget how to speak the English language, that was a problem as I only knew one language.

So there I was ready as I ever would be for a fulfilling relationship with a girl and unable to overcome the fear of rejection. Or maybe it wasn't that, maybe it was just not knowing how to put into words what I wanted to ask. It wasn't that I'd never had a girlfriend, I had, several in fact, but when you're younger, especially at school although as a guy I was always thinking about sex I never had the nerve to try and find out about it with the girls I saw. They were all "nice girls" and didn't seem to go in for that sort of thing.

I had one release, a friend of mine could get hardcore porn magazines, I don't know where from, but all I cared was that he got them. Remember the era I'm talking about here, Playboy and Fiesta were easily available, but to actually see the sex act performed was very tough to find, especially as an inexperienced youngster. If only we had the internet! Another friend, whose parents seemed to be leftover hippies, free love and all, found their stash of porno VHS, so when they were at work the three of us would go round and masturbate furiously every week on our days off from work. It ended when his little Scotty dog licked the balls of our other friend, who in either shock or pleasure, I'm not sure which, shot his arms out and broke a very expensive vase that was on the table next to him.

So there I was so ready for sex, slowly building muscles in one arm and not the other, but unable to find the courage to get a girl to do it with. Then one day I had a bit of overdue luck.

My aunt and her daughter came over to visit one dull and dreary Saturday afternoon. My aunt lived close and I saw her frequently, she was the youngest of seven siblings, the sister of my dad who was one of the middle kids. But Sharon, my cousin, I hadn't seen for a few years as she lived with her farther about 150 miles away. We had some lunch together and everyone was chatting away when Sharon leaned over to me a said how boring it was and would I like to go to my room and we could talk and have a laugh rather than listen to the dreary conversation in the living room.

"Sure, why not?"

We got up and wandered out and to my room. Sharon threw herself on the bed and lounged as if she owned the place. I sat on the edge of the bed and looked her over. I hadn't really had time to take her in properly with everyone around. She was a couple of years older than me, quite tall, taller than me, she had long wavy dark hair, a pretty face without being stunningly beautiful. She had a nice body, slim but with enough curves to let you know she was a woman. She was dressed in a summer dress, quite light and just about to her knees and she had little white ankle socks on.

I couldn't help look her over appreciatively. We had once seen a lot of each other and been quite close, but as I've said it had been a few years since we had seen each other.

"Do you remember what a little pervert you used to be?" She said all of a sudden.

"Sorry!?" I stammered.

"You remember... what you liked to do when I used to come over?"

I suddenly remembered. I hadn't thought about this in a while and I could feel my cheeks burning. I had gotten a bit of a fetish when I was quite young. I loved to watch women pee.

I remember, as if it was yesterday, how I got this fetish. It was a week after my eighteenth birthday, I was out with my grandfather and my two other cousins, both girls. We had gone to his office one Sunday morning for him to have a quick meeting with his boss. It was a nice day so the three of us teenagers said we'd go for the walk with him. The two oldies decided to have their meeting out the back of the office in the yard to make the most of the sunshine. The three of us just chatted and fooled around taking the micky out of the others and telling jokes. All of a sudden I was aware that Jenny, the younger of my two cousins, about 18 months older than me, was looking uncomfortable. She wandered over to our grandfather and asked if she could use the toilet.

"Just one-minute sweetheart, we're nearly finished." He replied.

She smiled and came back to us. We carried on with our antics. But I started to keep a close eye on Jenny. Jane, the older cousin seemed oblivious to her sister's plight. Several times Jenny went back and asked to use the toilet, and several times she got the same answer. I suppose the two men were just caught up in, what I'm sure to them, was important business.

All of a sudden there was a noise that I couldn't make out, a sort of hissing noise. Jenny had frozen still and coming from the base of her dress was a stream of pee under a lot of pressure. I couldn't take my eyes from the sight. The pee was hitting the concrete ground and splashing in all directions. The look on Jenny's face made me feel so sorry for her, yet I was turned on. I could feel my cock hardening in my jeans. Jenny couldn't stop and must have peed well over a minute. Her sister, being a caring sort, burst out laughing and almost fell off the bench she was on. Slowly the stream died down until there was just a few drips emanating from under Jenny's dress. I was standing with my mouth agape and a hard on in my jeans, I thought it would be prudent to go and sit down and not be obvious. I chose a different seat than the one Jane had perched herself on so that she wouldn't see the bulge I was sporting. As it happened I had sat down right outside the outdoor toilet. Honestly I never knew it was there!

My grandfather, more shocked than the rest of us, took Jenny and led her to the toilet door, opened it for her and ushered her in, then turned away. Jenny went inside, neither of them shut the door. I think both were mortified, Jenny with embarrassment and my grandfather with a sense of guilt. I had a perfect view. Jenny lifted her dress up and scrunched it under her arm to keep it out of the way. Then she slowly pulled down her soaking panties. I couldn't believe that no one was telling me to come away, so I was making the most of it. I don't think there was any toilet paper, because Jenny started wiping her pussy with her soaking panties. I wasn't very close, but close enough to be able to see her dark blond pubic hairs all soaking and matted against her body. She used the panties several times trying to dry herself, then she pushed them slightly inside her lips to dry there. I thought I would be the next one having an accident. My cock was throbbing, I didn't know if I could control myself, I was very worried about cumming in my pants. At that point Jenny looked up and saw me watching her. She stopped what she was doing and just looked at me. I didn't know what to do, I was well and truly busted. I was waiting for her to scream at me but she didn't she just started to wipe herself again.

She finished and dropped her dress down, I got up very carefully and walked away. It was a very quiet walk home. From that day on I loved to see a woman pee. Either to watch her wet her panties or for it to fall from under a skirt or dress, or to see it coming out from between her pussy lips. I still do.

I came out of my reverie and realised that Sharon was staring at me. I looked at her and gave a week smile.

She held her hand out to me, I tentatively grasped it and she got up off the bed.

"I need to pee. Want to come?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"Yes" I managed to croak out. My mouth had become very dry all of a sudden.

Quietly we tip-toed to the toilet. It was a small, toilet only room. No bath or shower. Once inside I looked at Sharon and she looked at me. I didn't know what to do, I was trembling, partially with excitement, but also with terror. What would happen if our parents caught us, there'd be no explaining this away, there was only one reason to be in this room and I couldn't think of any reason for the two of us to be there, apart from what we were actually doing there.

"You used to be much less nervous when we were younger." Sharon said.

"I probably didn't understand what might happen if we were caught," I replied, "not that it'll stop me!"

With that Sharon very slowly hiked up her dress just enough to let me see the bottom of her panties. They were a light blue, and this may be an effect of time, or my wishful thinking, but I'm sure I could see a small wet patch covering her pussy. I could feel myself becoming hard now, however nervous I was, about getting caught and being in this situation with my sexy cousin, I couldn't stop the natural reaction.

Sharon was looking at me, smiling. She very slowly and gently wiped her finger up her panties and through the wet patch. This was wonderful. She pulled her dress a little higher and slowly pulled down her panties. I was mesmerised. Remember this was before the era of women shaving their pubes, but Sharon had obviously groomed. Her pubes were very dark and nicely shaped into a vee. I could see her pussy lips and again I might be mistaken but I'm sure there was moisture there.

She sat on the toilet with her legs spread.

"Bend down so you can see better." She said. I did. "Come closer, come on closer."

I shuffled forward. I was now almost leaning on her knees. I could smell her pussy. I'd never smelt one before. I loved it. I was watching intently I didn't want to miss anything. I could see her lips slightly moving and then a slow stream of pee appeared. The stream got stronger and as it hit the water in the bowl with that all too familiar 'tinkling' sound. Something else that was all too familiar started too, I was struggling to keep myself from cumming. Although I had seen this before it was so much sexier now. The sight, the smell, the noise all had me transfixed, I kept staring intently at Sharon's pussy watching the strong golden stream of her pee come out from her lips just inches from my nose. Slowly the stream died down and stopped, just a few drips dripping into the bowl. I looked up at Sharon, "thank you soo much."

I was blushing terribly again, but I could honestly say it had been the best experience of my life. She looked at me and said, "Ok, soon as I've given you a show, you can do the honours."

I wasn't sure what she meant. Did she want me to pee for her? I mean I would have, but in my current state it would either have been impossible or if I managed it I would have soaked the ceiling! Then I saw in her hand was a neatly folded piece of toilet paper. Did she want me to wipe her pussy? Ever since that day with my other cousins and the start of my fetish, the act of a woman wiping her pussy turned me on almost as much as watching her pee. I took the paper.

"Start at the back and move forward. A couple of wipes should do." Sharon was looking at me intently.

I eased my hand under her, a drip fell from her lips and hit my wrist, I was so close to losing control. I really didn't want to cum in my pants now. Please lord don't let me screw things up! I had positioned my hand towards the rear of her pussy and raise it until the toilet paper was gently touching her pussy. I wiped towards me. Once, twice, I couldn't resist a third one.

"Mmm! You have a nice touch. Firm but gentle." I was unbelievably happy when she said that. I don't know why, I just felt that I could do something for a woman, and do it right. Silly, but I remember that feeling perfectly.

Sharon stood up, I was still crouching at her feet, she put her hand on my head as if to pat me like a dog. I didn't care, I would have done anything for her at that moment. She dropped her dress and kicked off her panties that were around her ankles, bent down and picked them up and straightened herself. From my position I got great upskirt view of her beautiful pussy, another of my likes.

"We better go back to your room; we've pushed our luck enough don't you think?"

"Yes if you think so." I was a bit disappointed that it had to end, but I knew she was right.

Carefully I opened the toilet door and peeked out. There was no one about, I looked back at Sharon and said "all clear", she smiled at me turned and flushed the toilet and followed me out into the hallway. She took my hand and led me back into my room.

"I don't know what to say!" I was stammering again, "that was just the best."

"It wasn't all for you, you know. I got a kick out of it too." Sharon smiled again as she stretched out once more on my bed. She patted the bed beside her and I sat there.

"So you've had a nice afternoon have you?" She said with a smile on her face.

"You bet, I know it's my thing but I hope you enjoyed it too." I was a little worried that it had been all for me.

"I told you I did didn't I?"

"Well yes but I thought maybe you were just being nice." I was looking down at my bulge in my jeans. Partially worried that Sharon would see it, and partially hoping she would see it.

Sharon looked straight at my crotch and smiled again, "no seriously, I did enjoy it, and I see you REALLY enjoyed it!"

I blushed even more. My god my face was burning. She took my face in her hands and turned me towards her. She was still smiling, then she leant forward and gave me a gentle but sexy kiss on my mouth.

"Thank you." It was all I could think to say.

"Will you do something for me?" Asked Sharon, still with a smile on her face.

"Anything, anything."

Sharon took my hand in her hand, pushed me a few inches down the bed, then gently she took my hand and put it up her dress. Higher she took it, the hem of her dress started to rise as it got caught on my wrist. Suddenly I felt something wet with hair. I couldn't believe it; I was touching her pussy. Until today I'd never been closer than 20 feet from one, then suddenly I'd been a few inches from one watching it pee and now I was touching one. I don't remember the accident, but I must have died and gone to heaven!

Sharon released my hand for a second then grabbed my forefinger and middle finger. She proceeded to wipe them between her pussy lips. I could feel the moisture fixing itself to my finger. I carried on rubbing up and down the length of her pussy. It took me a minute to realise that she wasn't holding my hand any more. I carried on. I could hear some quiet whimpers coming from her, I looked over and she had her eyes closed and a smile on her face.

"Put a finger inside." She said.

I needed no second request. I slid my middle finger inside her, as I did my thumb naturally came up to her clitoris, as I touched it she shuddered.

"Mmm yes. Don't stop."

I was so thankful to the porn movies and stories I had read, at least I had an idea about what I was doing, although no practical experience. On the job training I suppose.

"Yes that's it just like that. Ooh yes that is soo nice."

Suddenly Sharon took my head and brought it down to her chest. I hadn't noticed but she had undone a couple of buttons and unclasped what must have been a front clip bra. Her breasts were fantastic. Ok I was a young man... all breasts are fantastic, but these really were. They were firm, a large B or small C, very pert with dark red nipples standing to attention. I hesitated, I wasn't sure what she wanted me to do and I didn't want to go too far and mess up what was the best day of my young life. I didn't have to worry, perhaps sensing my quandary Sharon said,

"suck them. Run your tongue over them. Nibble them."

Yes boss! I leant forward and sucked the right nipple into my mouth, I ran my tongue over it and around it whilst still trying to maintain suction. All the while my finger inside her pussy and my thumb was still rolling around and over her clitoris.

"If you carry on like this I'm going to cum." She said. If I carry on like this I'M going to cum, I thought.

She gently pushed my head away from her nipple and pulled my hand away from her pussy. The look of disappointment must have been obvious for she just smiled and winked. She leant forward and kissed me on the lips again and said, "do you want to taste?" looking pointedly at my fingers. I brought them to my lips and tasted the salty taste of her pussy without hesitation. I was a different person. I could feel Sharon's hands working at my belt, she got it open without much trouble, then she unzipped my flies. I looked at her with disbelief. Feeling her pussy and sucking her nipples I had thought was unbelievable, I still didn't believe that it had happened. But now this, surely I wasn't going to be this lucky?

"Bum up!" She said. I raised my backside and she pulled my jeans and pants down to my ankles. My cock shot up having been released from its tether. She looked at it, I suddenly worried that maybe it was too small. She smiled at me and said "yummy."

"Have you done it before?" Sharon asked me.

"Er no. No I haven't." I hoped this wouldn't make her not want to do anything.

"Ok. I'll be gentle." She smiled at me and ran her fingers up the back of my cock. I almost lost control there and then.

"I'm so sorry, but I think I'm going to cum very quickly. I'm so turned on." I was shaking.

"Don't worry. I almost came with just your fingers and mouth on me. Anyway if you do we'll just have a break and do it again. If you want to that is." She winked at me.

She lay fully down on the bed with her head just on the bottom of the pillow. Her hand was stroking the back of my head.

"Come over here." She said.

I crawled over a bit unglamorously as my jeans and pants were still around my ankles. She spread her legs and I could see that wonderful pussy. It was much wetter than earlier. I shuffled between her legs and she gently positioned me correctly.

"Try not to rush if you can. But don't worry." She said as she put her arms around me and slowly pulled me closer. My cock brushed her pussy and I groaned. I would be lucky to last five seconds. Sharon kissed my ear and took my cock in her hand and positioned it at the entrance of her pussy.

As gently as I could I pushed forwards. This is the moment I'd been waiting for since puberty. My cock was engulfed in a velvet sheath that was made for it. Or so I would have thought if I had any power of thought left. Sharon carried on pulling me to her until I was fully in her. I could feel my balls resting against her. She was wet there too. It felt out of this world.

"You feel wonderful." She said to me.

"You feel amazing. Just amazing." I replied.

"Now gently ease almost all the way out, then back in. But not too fast." Sharon said as she leant up and kissed me on the lips again.

I slowly pulled out of her until just the end of me was left at her entrance then pushed in again.

"Mmm." She groaned.

I tried to start a rhythm. Pulling back and pushing forward. I could feel her getting wetter, her juice squished against me. It was fantastic. I was harder than I'd ever been. I leant down and kissed her on the lips again, this time she pushed her tongue into my mouth. I was starting to feel the pressure build, but I didn't want this feeling to stop. I didn't want it to be over so quickly. I tried to think of something else. I know Mrs. Thatcher. No I couldn't do that, I'd rather cum too quickly.