Hello, my name is Karen Conners and this is my story.
I don't want to give you the impression that I con-
done 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 hang-ups 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 stupid.
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 mas-
sages, 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 her and myself what-
ever 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 that was as
fun as petting a kitten the way Mom would respond to
my caresses.
As a baby and as I grew up, 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
caresses 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 sometimes.
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 was 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 them 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. I didn't really know that we were different from
other families until I was 12 or so, it just all seemed
so natural to me.
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 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 then 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, every-
one was partly or completely undressed and getting
friendly with each other. I liked this part best be-
cause 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 al-
most 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 in by my Mom
and Dad 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 Grammy, 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 Grammy
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 Grammy would probably be tied up for at least
an hour. I also recognized immediately that Joey had
some hanky panky in mind. It excited me.
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 birth-
day, a black hard plastic bag with a Red Cross sticker
on it.
For a moment, 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 stethoscope, he proceeded to pretend to examine
me for the problem.
He soon pushed his hands under my dress which I
protested at, just 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 liking. 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 dink and quickly made it hard.
Knowing that he would now have a hard time peeing
(I knew that from what my Dad had told me about the
male organ.) 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.
Then I suggested that that was the cause of his
tummy ache and that he could fix it by rubbing Vicks
Vapor Rub on it. At that I left the room, put on my
panties and took my book into the kitchen where Grammy
was still talking on the phone.
Dumb Joey believed what I had said and had rubbed
Vicks all over his dink and nuts. The stuff soothed
him just long enough that he could pee 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 Grammy.
He tried to blame me but Grammy 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 personal story. As you guess, 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, but I didn't think one
would fit inside me so 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 from both
ends 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 said 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.
The first couple of dates I went on were real busts.
I 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 some really big hickeys out of that date though.
I got so hot from his sucking on my neck 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 me. 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 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 after
this.
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 dampening
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 years before. Although we had seen a
lot of each other because of neighborhood and school
events, we hadn't really paled around since that
incident.
This boy was more experienced and he had his hand
on top of my chest 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 this time was that he knew what was
happening and grabbed my ass just as he came and held
me tightly against him, 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 me
depositing this sperm directly into your cunt 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 after that.
I played the field as widely 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. I turned 15 just about
this time.
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 us 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 in my 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 some-
where?"
"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 about her daughter and my
other friends.
Mrs. Brown then went through a number of facial
expressions, the meanings of which I could only guess
at. Finally, though, she smiled a kind of motherly
smile at me and pulled her nightgown over her head.
She was now as naked as I was, and I gasped appro-
priately 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 experiences.
I pulled out the vibrator slowly, commenting to Mrs.
Brown that she had the most lovely pussy-lips 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 but I had never touched a woman with
so much hair. Mom always kept her bush trimmed.
"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 in-
structed 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 weird coming from a 12-year-old.
Instead, I grabbed the vibrator again and slipped
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.
Then we changed 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 getting me hot and a
little frightened that she would sense that I wasn't
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's 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 my-
self 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 in their house
anytime.
I never did get involved with her again because I
thought it was 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.
I was a smart kid. After I started with my periods
I stopped having sex with the boys, and made several
lifelong friends with a couple of high school friends
of mine. Even though I got married at the tender age of
18, Kathleen and Brenda still come by when my husband
is out of the house. My folks too, sometimes.
All in all I don't regret one bit of my childhood.
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
strangers. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex
with strangers!! You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it.
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