Anonymous
Thu, 19 Sep 02, 9:26 AM
Hi, I've been reading the postings on this site for some time now, and I find that the stories of first experiences to be the most exciting, mainly because most happen in childhood, like mine. So, I would like to relate how it all started with me, and my next door neighbour's daughter back in the latter part of the 1950's on a very rainy day.
To set the scenario, Kate and I had been friends since my parents moved next door to her several years earlier. Kate’s mother was an invalid who could only move around by wheelchair, so Kate’s parents had bought the ground flat in a converted villa. My parents had bought the upstairs flat. The villa had been built at the end of the 19th century, when affluence meant really, really, rich, with servants, so the original villa had servant’s quarters. Access to the servant’s quarters were by the kitchen and utilities areas, which naturally had a tradesmen’s entrance, so that the servants leaving and entering the house would not pass through the living area. Being directly above the kitchen and utilities areas, the servants quarters were not on the same level as the upper storey of the villa, so had remained as part of the lower villa flat. Kate’s parents used the quarters for storage.
However, on this particularly rainy day, Kate and I went upstairs to the servant’s quarters to play. We were 9 years old at the time, me being older by three or four months. After rummaging around for a while we sat on the floor and started talking. We eventually got around to I’ll-show-you-mine-if-you-show-me-yours, and Kate, who was wearing shorts that fastened at the side, changed to a kneeling position, unfastened her shorts and dropped them to her knees, then pulled aside the crotch of her panties to reveal her lovely slit in soft white flesh. “There,” she said, “Now let me see yours.”
So I stood up, pulled up the leg of my shorts and brought my cock out through the leg of my underpants. I was excited at seeing Kate’s pussy, so my cock was getting quite hard (I never understood why at that age). “Is that all it is?” Kate asked.
“There’s more inside my underpants,” I replied.
“Well, let me see it all then,” Kate demanded.
I undid my shorts and lowered them and my underpants so that my cock and balls were fully exposed.
“Oh wow,” Kate exclaimed, “What are those things at the base of your cock?” (OK, pussy and cock were not the words we used, but at least every reader will know what is what if I use them here)
So after I told her about my balls, Kate wondered what other differences there were between us, and suggested taking off all our clothes.
“But what if someone comes upstairs?” I protested.
“Don’t be silly,” Kate responded, “There’s only my mother and she can’t get up here, and my dad won’t be home till nearly 6 o’clock.”
So Kate stood up and let her shorts fall all the way to her ankles, and slipped her feet out of her shoes before removing her shorts altogether, along with her socks. Then she slipped her panties down and as she was taking them over her feet, she looked at me and prompted me to get a move on. I had been too busy looking at Kate, but slipped my shoes off, and removed my shorts, underpants and socks. Kate, meanwhile, was removing her top, which left her totally naked. I removed my shirt, which rendered me in the same state.
We stood facing each other for a few seconds, then Kate said there didn’t appear to be any other difference between us. I reached out and touched her chest and said that it wouldn’t be flat for long. Kate giggled. So we spent some time examining each other’s bodies. I pulled my foreskin completely back, and Kate opened her slit for me. There wasn’t much to see, then, but Kate showed me her pee hole, and ran her finger down her slit and then sniffed it. “I like the way it smells,” she said, and presented her finger for me to smell. I remember it being a very heavy musky smell, which I found very pleasant.
We stroked and felt each other as we talked about our differences. Due to my excitement, my cock had been erect for most of the time, which was a point of fascination for Kate. I let her touch it and feel it, which added to my excitement, and had to explain that it wasn’t normally like that. Ultimately I admitted that it was Kate being naked beside me with her pussy exposed that could only explain why my cock was erect, and the only other times when it got hard was when I played with it. Kate, in return, admitted that she got nice feelings when she stroked her pussy, and proceeded to show me what she did. All this did to me was to reinforce my erection. However, neither of us understood at that time what these sensations were, and why my cock was erect, and why we found playing with our genitals pleasurable.
“Seems strange that the only differences between us are the places we pee from,” Kate said.
“Talking of which,” I responded, “I need one now.”
“Do you?” Kate said excitedly, “Can I watch? You can watch me”
“OK, then,” I said, and we went to the small bathroom that was in the servants quarters. It was very small, with a toilet, a bath that one could only sit in, and a wash hand basin.
Kate had to get into the bathtub so she could get beside the toilet in order to watch me. I assumed the normal position with my legs apart and aimed my cock at the toilet with my right hand. I started to pee, which was more difficult than I thought it would be, with Kate watching me, but I managed to get a good stream going.
“Wow, that’s really great,” Kate said, “I wish I could pee standing up.”
“How do you know you can’t?” I replied, “Have you tried?”
“No,” she said, “because I can’t aim it like you.”
I finished my pee and ventured, “Maybe you don’t have to aim like me. If I didn’t hold my cock and aim it, it would move about and my pee would go everywhere. You’ve nothing to move about, so your pee should go in the direction you are facing.”
“Hmmm, maybe you’re right. I think I’ll give it a go.” Kate decided.
“Perhaps you should do it in the bath, just in case things don’t go the way we think,” I suggested.
“Good idea,” Kate said as she stood at the end of the bathtub, facing me.
Not only was the bath short in length, it was narrow too, so Kate couldn’t part her feet by much more than six inches.
“Right, I’m going to pee,” Kate announced, and I watched the crack of her pussy intently.
There was a spurt that sprayed in all directions, but nothing more. Kate said that she was trying to control it and would pee only dribbles. I suggested that she should just let it flow and push it out, so she released her floodgates. Because her legs were so close together, Kate couldn’t get a coherent stream flowing, so her pee sprayed everywhere. Spray went upwards, sideways, outwards, but most of Kate’s pee soaked her legs and feet, not to mention her pussy. From my point of view, it was a magnificent sight, and Kate did not attempt to stop her flow. It did cross my mind that perhaps she couldn’t stop it, but when she had finished, she said that had been the most exciting thing that she had ever done, even if it had not gone as expected. Next time, she planned to do it differently.
Then it occurred to us that we had to get Kate dry, so I went through to the other room and brought my handkerchief from the pockets of my shorts. “Not much,” I said, “But it should get the worst off.” So I wiped her pussy, bum, and down her legs to her feet. My hanky was soaked, but Kate was at least partially dry. By lunchtime, Kate was totally dry, and we got dressed, and, I went home for my lunch, while Kate had hers.
After lunch, we went back upstairs and took all our clothes off again. “I haven’t peed” Kate admitted, and, I admitted that neither had I.
“I had an idea over lunch,” Kate said, “and I want to try it out.”
Without waiting for my response, “What is it?” Kate pulled off some old newspapers from a pile in the corner of the room, and spread them thickly over the floor. Then she stood at one corner, facing me, spread her legs, and started to piss. This time, because she could part her legs widely, the piss came out in a forceful stream that spattered with a nice sound onto the newspapers, and her legs remained dry. It was a magnificent sight.
“Can I hold your willy while you pee?” asked Kate, to which I replied, “Yes.”
So Kate stood alongside me at a slight angle with her body pressing against my side, in order that she could reach my cock. It took a while for me to show her how to hold it, not to tightly, not pulling, and then I started pissing. Kate aimed my stream onto the papers next to her own wet patch, and giggled, saying “I can feel your pee running through your willy, it’s nice.”
Then she got adventurous and aimed my pee in other directions, totally enjoying the experience. When I finished, we folded the papers up. The pisses had soaked all the way through, but there was only a faint damp area on the carpet. We then sat down and talked, and, looked at each other for the rest of the afternoon. Meanwhile, the rain outside had never let up.
Late in the afternoon, Kate announced that she needed another pee, and spread more papers over the floor. Then she surprised me by slipping on her panties and, standing in the middle of the mat of papers, she parted her legs, not quite as wide as she had earlier on, but wider than in the bath, and started pissing. I was gobsmacked. Piss flowed profusely through the crotch, creating a massive wet patch that spread rapidly up the front and over her bum. Tributaries ran from the sides of the crotch and down her legs, while even more piss dripped from her bum.
“This is wonderful,” Kate exclaimed, while all I could say was, “Kate, how on earth are you going to explain your wet knickers to your parents?”
“I won’t have to,” she replied, “I’ll leave them up here to dry, and slip on a pair of clean panties when I go downstairs.”
Kate’s piss finished, and she could not emphasise enough how wonderful her wet knickers felt, clinging to her pussy and her bum. She made me cup my hand over her wet crotch to demonstrate, and it indeed did feel warm and wonderful. She held my hand tight against her pussy, saying that made it feel even better. It felt better for me too.
Kate kept her wet panties on while she once again held my dick for my piss, and until we got dressed to go back downstairs, when I left for my home.
So that was the beginning, and Kate and I had a lot of wet adventures over the following three years until her mother died, and she was placed in a boarding school.
There was a gap of nearly 20 years before we found each other again, and we are still together.
I apologise if this tale is a bit longwinded, but I got carried away in writing it in trying to re-capture those moments, as did Kate, who assisted me.
Peethagoras
To set the scenario, Kate and I had been friends since my parents moved next door to her several years earlier. Kate’s mother was an invalid who could only move around by wheelchair, so Kate’s parents had bought the ground flat in a converted villa. My parents had bought the upstairs flat. The villa had been built at the end of the 19th century, when affluence meant really, really, rich, with servants, so the original villa had servant’s quarters. Access to the servant’s quarters were by the kitchen and utilities areas, which naturally had a tradesmen’s entrance, so that the servants leaving and entering the house would not pass through the living area. Being directly above the kitchen and utilities areas, the servants quarters were not on the same level as the upper storey of the villa, so had remained as part of the lower villa flat. Kate’s parents used the quarters for storage.
However, on this particularly rainy day, Kate and I went upstairs to the servant’s quarters to play. We were 9 years old at the time, me being older by three or four months. After rummaging around for a while we sat on the floor and started talking. We eventually got around to I’ll-show-you-mine-if-you-show-me-yours, and Kate, who was wearing shorts that fastened at the side, changed to a kneeling position, unfastened her shorts and dropped them to her knees, then pulled aside the crotch of her panties to reveal her lovely slit in soft white flesh. “There,” she said, “Now let me see yours.”
So I stood up, pulled up the leg of my shorts and brought my cock out through the leg of my underpants. I was excited at seeing Kate’s pussy, so my cock was getting quite hard (I never understood why at that age). “Is that all it is?” Kate asked.
“There’s more inside my underpants,” I replied.
“Well, let me see it all then,” Kate demanded.
I undid my shorts and lowered them and my underpants so that my cock and balls were fully exposed.
“Oh wow,” Kate exclaimed, “What are those things at the base of your cock?” (OK, pussy and cock were not the words we used, but at least every reader will know what is what if I use them here)
So after I told her about my balls, Kate wondered what other differences there were between us, and suggested taking off all our clothes.
“But what if someone comes upstairs?” I protested.
“Don’t be silly,” Kate responded, “There’s only my mother and she can’t get up here, and my dad won’t be home till nearly 6 o’clock.”
So Kate stood up and let her shorts fall all the way to her ankles, and slipped her feet out of her shoes before removing her shorts altogether, along with her socks. Then she slipped her panties down and as she was taking them over her feet, she looked at me and prompted me to get a move on. I had been too busy looking at Kate, but slipped my shoes off, and removed my shorts, underpants and socks. Kate, meanwhile, was removing her top, which left her totally naked. I removed my shirt, which rendered me in the same state.
We stood facing each other for a few seconds, then Kate said there didn’t appear to be any other difference between us. I reached out and touched her chest and said that it wouldn’t be flat for long. Kate giggled. So we spent some time examining each other’s bodies. I pulled my foreskin completely back, and Kate opened her slit for me. There wasn’t much to see, then, but Kate showed me her pee hole, and ran her finger down her slit and then sniffed it. “I like the way it smells,” she said, and presented her finger for me to smell. I remember it being a very heavy musky smell, which I found very pleasant.
We stroked and felt each other as we talked about our differences. Due to my excitement, my cock had been erect for most of the time, which was a point of fascination for Kate. I let her touch it and feel it, which added to my excitement, and had to explain that it wasn’t normally like that. Ultimately I admitted that it was Kate being naked beside me with her pussy exposed that could only explain why my cock was erect, and the only other times when it got hard was when I played with it. Kate, in return, admitted that she got nice feelings when she stroked her pussy, and proceeded to show me what she did. All this did to me was to reinforce my erection. However, neither of us understood at that time what these sensations were, and why my cock was erect, and why we found playing with our genitals pleasurable.
“Seems strange that the only differences between us are the places we pee from,” Kate said.
“Talking of which,” I responded, “I need one now.”
“Do you?” Kate said excitedly, “Can I watch? You can watch me”
“OK, then,” I said, and we went to the small bathroom that was in the servants quarters. It was very small, with a toilet, a bath that one could only sit in, and a wash hand basin.
Kate had to get into the bathtub so she could get beside the toilet in order to watch me. I assumed the normal position with my legs apart and aimed my cock at the toilet with my right hand. I started to pee, which was more difficult than I thought it would be, with Kate watching me, but I managed to get a good stream going.
“Wow, that’s really great,” Kate said, “I wish I could pee standing up.”
“How do you know you can’t?” I replied, “Have you tried?”
“No,” she said, “because I can’t aim it like you.”
I finished my pee and ventured, “Maybe you don’t have to aim like me. If I didn’t hold my cock and aim it, it would move about and my pee would go everywhere. You’ve nothing to move about, so your pee should go in the direction you are facing.”
“Hmmm, maybe you’re right. I think I’ll give it a go.” Kate decided.
“Perhaps you should do it in the bath, just in case things don’t go the way we think,” I suggested.
“Good idea,” Kate said as she stood at the end of the bathtub, facing me.
Not only was the bath short in length, it was narrow too, so Kate couldn’t part her feet by much more than six inches.
“Right, I’m going to pee,” Kate announced, and I watched the crack of her pussy intently.
There was a spurt that sprayed in all directions, but nothing more. Kate said that she was trying to control it and would pee only dribbles. I suggested that she should just let it flow and push it out, so she released her floodgates. Because her legs were so close together, Kate couldn’t get a coherent stream flowing, so her pee sprayed everywhere. Spray went upwards, sideways, outwards, but most of Kate’s pee soaked her legs and feet, not to mention her pussy. From my point of view, it was a magnificent sight, and Kate did not attempt to stop her flow. It did cross my mind that perhaps she couldn’t stop it, but when she had finished, she said that had been the most exciting thing that she had ever done, even if it had not gone as expected. Next time, she planned to do it differently.
Then it occurred to us that we had to get Kate dry, so I went through to the other room and brought my handkerchief from the pockets of my shorts. “Not much,” I said, “But it should get the worst off.” So I wiped her pussy, bum, and down her legs to her feet. My hanky was soaked, but Kate was at least partially dry. By lunchtime, Kate was totally dry, and we got dressed, and, I went home for my lunch, while Kate had hers.
After lunch, we went back upstairs and took all our clothes off again. “I haven’t peed” Kate admitted, and, I admitted that neither had I.
“I had an idea over lunch,” Kate said, “and I want to try it out.”
Without waiting for my response, “What is it?” Kate pulled off some old newspapers from a pile in the corner of the room, and spread them thickly over the floor. Then she stood at one corner, facing me, spread her legs, and started to piss. This time, because she could part her legs widely, the piss came out in a forceful stream that spattered with a nice sound onto the newspapers, and her legs remained dry. It was a magnificent sight.
“Can I hold your willy while you pee?” asked Kate, to which I replied, “Yes.”
So Kate stood alongside me at a slight angle with her body pressing against my side, in order that she could reach my cock. It took a while for me to show her how to hold it, not to tightly, not pulling, and then I started pissing. Kate aimed my stream onto the papers next to her own wet patch, and giggled, saying “I can feel your pee running through your willy, it’s nice.”
Then she got adventurous and aimed my pee in other directions, totally enjoying the experience. When I finished, we folded the papers up. The pisses had soaked all the way through, but there was only a faint damp area on the carpet. We then sat down and talked, and, looked at each other for the rest of the afternoon. Meanwhile, the rain outside had never let up.
Late in the afternoon, Kate announced that she needed another pee, and spread more papers over the floor. Then she surprised me by slipping on her panties and, standing in the middle of the mat of papers, she parted her legs, not quite as wide as she had earlier on, but wider than in the bath, and started pissing. I was gobsmacked. Piss flowed profusely through the crotch, creating a massive wet patch that spread rapidly up the front and over her bum. Tributaries ran from the sides of the crotch and down her legs, while even more piss dripped from her bum.
“This is wonderful,” Kate exclaimed, while all I could say was, “Kate, how on earth are you going to explain your wet knickers to your parents?”
“I won’t have to,” she replied, “I’ll leave them up here to dry, and slip on a pair of clean panties when I go downstairs.”
Kate’s piss finished, and she could not emphasise enough how wonderful her wet knickers felt, clinging to her pussy and her bum. She made me cup my hand over her wet crotch to demonstrate, and it indeed did feel warm and wonderful. She held my hand tight against her pussy, saying that made it feel even better. It felt better for me too.
Kate kept her wet panties on while she once again held my dick for my piss, and until we got dressed to go back downstairs, when I left for my home.
So that was the beginning, and Kate and I had a lot of wet adventures over the following three years until her mother died, and she was placed in a boarding school.
There was a gap of nearly 20 years before we found each other again, and we are still together.
I apologise if this tale is a bit longwinded, but I got carried away in writing it in trying to re-capture those moments, as did Kate, who assisted me.
Peethagoras