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My early sexual experience from childhood significantly influenced my later sexual development. Those childhood experiences remained the strongest sexual experiences of my entire life. Mikis

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A Long, Long Time Ago

My first cousin, (my aunt's dauther) and I started it very early.
She is about 2.5 years younger than me.
I was maybe 8,5 years old.
They lived in another city and came once a year, and stayed with us all summer.
I remember that first time, we were standing at the bottom of the stairs and I suggested to her (I guess it's a common case with children):
- You show me yours, and I'll show you mine.
She lowered her panties and pointed, and I immediately lowered mine and showed him, he was already erect.
I remember as now, she said:
- Oh, how big it is.
I guess she was surprised, because that was the first time she saw an erect cock.

After a few days, we were standing in the room and I told her:
- Do you think he could ...?
She paused, then said:
- Good, but just a little:

She lay on the bed dressed like that, and I lay on her dressed, but I didn't know what to do, it was actually a dry humping, which lasted only a few seconds, I finished immediately. Of course - there was no ejaculate.

That was the beginning.

.....

After that, we used every opportunity to be alone and "fuck" dressed like that. She was lying on the bed and spread her legs, lifted her skirt, and I was lying between my legs and with my dick in shorts rubbing her pussy, which I felt through her panties.

I remember, once we were in the room, we were showing each other genitals again, when our grandmother came in.
Without a word, she pulled on my half-sister's panties, and took her hand and led her out of the room. I was just trying to explain that we were playing "doctor", even though I already knew it wasn't that, but some kind of sex.
Still, that didn’t stop us from continuing “our sex” from time to time.

The following year, I was about 9.5 years old, she 7 years old, we went to sea.
I remember like now, we were on the beach and my mom had sent me to the apartment (it wasn’t far from the beach) to bring something. I asked my first cousin if she would go with me, to keep me company (in my head I had already planned to “have sex”). She agreed, because it immediately occurred to her.

We were walking without saying anything, we entered the apartment, and as soon as I closed the door, she lay down on the edge of the bed and spread her legs. We were in swimming trunks and we felt really good through them, that rubbing lasted maybe a minute and I came, of course, I didn't have ejaculate yet.
We headed back to the beach and it was the only time during that summer vacation.

The following summer they came again to spend the summer holidays with us and from that period I remember, the first time it lasted a little longer. As I lay on her and “fucked” her (it was still just a dry humping) I kissed her on the edge of her lips and she immediately retaliated.
I have to say that I was a good child, well-mannered and I understood this sex as something inadmissible, but it was stronger than me. Whenever we caught the opportunity to be alone, we fucked in “our way”.
Once, we were in my room and she said:
- Let's go now.
"Someone will come," I said.
"No," she said, "just a minute."
And she lay down on the edge of the couch and spread her legs, and I quickly lay down between her legs. It always lasted a very short time, so we were never caught (except that one time).
(to be continued)

Long, Long Ago Far Away

My aunt's sister and I started it very early.
She is about 2.5 years younger than me.
I was maybe 8 years old.
They lived in another city and came once a year, and stayed with us all summer.
I remember that first time, we were standing at the bottom of the stairs and I suggested to her (I guess it's a common case with children):
- You show me yours, and I'll show you mine.
She lowered her panties and pointed, and I immediately lowered mine and showed him, he was already erect.
I remember as now, she said:
- Oh, how big it is.
I guess she was surprised, because that was the first time she saw an erect cock.

After a few days, we were standing in the room and I told her:
- Do you think he could ...?
She paused, then said:
- Good, but just a little:

She lay on the bed dressed like that, and I lay on her dressed, but I didn't know what to do, it was actually a dry humping, which lasted only a few seconds, I finished immediately. Of course - there was no ejaculate.

That was the beginning.

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I was exposed to porn pretty early, when I was about 5. My sister, who is 3 years older than me, found my dad's stash of porn magazines in his room and she and I went through them. What I saw in those magazines intrigued me to no end. I became so curious about what it feels like to be touched down there. I even started to masturbate.. in my own way. I'd lay in bed and put a pillow or a blanket between my legs and press it against my pussy. Then I'd just grind my little pussy against it until I felt almost about to orgasm. I never got to experience an actual orgasm from doing that though.

When I was 6, I would go to my friend's house often. Her name was Stacy. Her dad was a single parent and he was very nice. He always gave us snacks and let us roam around the house and play. I would sleep over once in a while and when I did, Stacy and I would sleep on the floor in the living room and I would masturbate with a pillow or blanket. Sometimes I would be so used to doing it that I would start wiggling and grinding my pussy on the blanket while I was half asleep, not really aware of doing it.

One night, Stacy had a cousin sleep over and he occupied the living room where Stacy and I usually slept. So instead, Stacy's dad had us sleep in his bed with him. As I was falling asleep, I started grinding my pussy against the blanket. I did this until I fell asleep. I guess my grinding shook the entire bed and woke Stacy's dad because next thing I knew, I woke up to someone pulling my undies down. I opened my eyes and Stacy's dad was hovering over me and he put his finger to his lips gesturing not to make a sound. I nodded my head, confused. Then he opened my legs and revealed my bare, bald pussy. He touched my slit with his finger and I shivered.. but I liked it.

Stacy's dad then leaned into my pussy and kissed it. I closed my legs as a reaction, but he pulled them back apart and kissed it again. Then he stuck his tongue out and he traced my slit with it ever so softly. I was in a trance and I just watched as he continued. He pushed his tongue in a little more and ran it up my pussy to my clit. Then he tickled my little clit by running his tongue around it in circles, over and over. He was licking my pussy for about ten minutes and I loved every second of it.

Then he put his lips against my clit and started sucking on it. My pussy never felt so good. It tickled and it tingled. He sucked softly at first. Then he started sucking harder and harder. As he was sucking on it, I pushed my little pussy harder into his face and tried to pull him in closer. He sucked and he sucked until I finally had my first orgasm. My body went through a rush and a tingling sensation went all the way to the tips of my fingers. After he gave me my orgasm, he put my panties back on and he told me to go to sleep. I felt amazing, and I fell asleep right away.

Since then, I looked forward to sleeping over Stacy's house. We ended up sleeping in her dad's bed every time, and I would wake up to him sucking on my clit every time. It never got any further than that, but I never told anyone. It stopped when Stacy and I went to different middle schools and we drifted apart as friends. Although I was already curious about sex from my dad's porn stash, Stacy's dad has given me an intense sex drive and I masturbate almost every night.

I Couldn't Stop

I’ve always been a very sexual person. Even as a young girl, I was curious, touching myself, exploring my body in secret, always craving more than what was considered "appropriate." When I met my husband, I thought I had found the perfect match. He was attentive, passionate, and our sex life was active and fulfilling. We had a great marriage, full of love, laughter, and desire. But there was always something missing, a hunger that never quite went away, no matter how many times he made me cum.

I guess I've always been a cheater, have that need inside me for extra, different, forbidden cock, but mostly I've managed to control it. I cheated on my husband a number of times, while dating, while engaged, while married, just a few times here and there, not too bad considering the *need* inside me and the chances, invitations, propositions I had.

Then we had a son. I worked at being a good mother and wife, caring for our family as best I could. Of course I did slip up here and there, once or twice a year, I wasn't a saint. The need inside me hadn't magically disappeared, and honestly it was quite easy to do and get away with. My husband oblivious to what I do during the day as while he is at work. Not enough to be a problem, but just barely enough to keep the need manageable.

Then things changed a bit. My son was older, and it was very difficult to take care of things with an eager cock, with less time to myself. Much more difficult, not impossible.

It started innocently enough. I knew it was time for "the talk." But I didn’t want to make it awkward or clinical like every parent does. I wanted him to understand that sex and sexual play wasn’t something to be ashamed of. Maybe it was the exhibitionist in me, or maybe I just wanted to be the kind of mother I never had, open, honest, unafraid.

One afternoon, I caught him in his room, his hand down his pants, a nudie magazine splayed open on his bed. My husband’s old stash, no doubt. Instead of scolding him, I smiled and told him not to worry, that it was natural. The relief in his eyes was real.

I glanced at the page he was looking at, some hot, airbrushed bimbo with huge tits and pouty lips, quite sexy. I laughed and said, "Real women don’t look like that, you know. All that magic makeup and airbrushing…", almost feeling insecure about my appearance, my small tits and skinny legs. But then he looked up at me, his voice soft but certain: "but you're prettier than any of them" his eyes flicking to my tits, and my tummy.

My heart skipped. My cheeks flushed. I should have ignored it and walked away. But I didn’t.

From that moment on, I made a point of being more open about my body around him. I’d walk around in just a t-shirt and panties, or a robe that didn’t quite cover everything, a pronounced bounce in my step making my unencumbered tits jiggle and my little ass undulate. I told myself it was about normalizing the female body, the *human* body, about making him comfortable. But the truth? I liked the way his eyes lingered on me. I liked the way he’d glance away when I caught him looking, only to steal another peek when he thought I wasn’t paying attention.

Slowly he became more comfortable and less shy about erections and masturbation, more and more often I caught him playing with his cock, and soon he would keep going even if he was caught, saw me watching. In no time he was even leaving the bedroom and bathroom doors open while jerking off. I would just smile and joke "have fun" or "don't break that thing", letting him know it was just fine with me.

One evening, he was on the couch, absentmindedly touching himself through his pants while watching TV. I was feeling particularly horny that day when I sat down beside him, my skirt riding up just enough to tease. His cock was hard, tenting his sweatpants, and I could see he was slightly nervous with me sitting so close.
"Need some help?" I asked, my voice soft, my fingers already reaching for him. He froze, his eyes wide, like a deer in headlights. But he *didn’t* say no.

I wrapped my hand around his young cock, feeling the heat of him, the way it twitched under my touch. It was smaller than my husband’s, of course, but so hard, so eager. I stroked him slowly, pretending this was just another lesson, another way to show him that his body was nothing to be ashamed of.

But the way he moaned, the way his hips jerked when he orgasmed, dry, but his whole body trembling, sent a rush of heat between my legs. I had to excuse myself to my room, leaving the door open just in case he wanted to watch (or maybe I wanted him to) but he didn’t follow me *that* day.

The real turning point was when I caught him watching me after a shower.

The bathroom door was open wider than I’d left it. I stepped out, a towel wrapped loosely around me, and there he was, sitting on his bed, his hand moving furiously under the blankets,cheeks flushed.

I could have scolded him. I could have covered up.

My Relationship With My Cousin

Sorry this is long. I've never written this all out and even never told my therapist most of it.

Growing up, my family was pretty close. My aunt and uncle visited pretty regularly, a couple of times a month, but because they lived a couple of hours away they'd almost always stay the night on a Friday or Saturday, sometimes a whole weekend. We had one guest bedroom and they'd sleep in there, but there wasn't a room for my cousin so they always had her sleep in my room. She and I were the same age, so when we were really young it was fun and exciting because we liked to play together, she'd bring over whatever toys or a movie she got since I last saw her and we'd play and build forts with the blankets. Kid shit. I loved having her there and always looked forward to these visits.

Well when we were about 11, they came over like usual but when she got to my house she was kind of quiet and acted funny. When it was time to go to bed she told me she had a movie she wanted to watch with me and it had something in it she wanted to show me. I really don't remember what the movie was but there was a scene with some teenagers making out. We got to that part and her eyes were glued to the screen and her mouth kind of hanging open, I looked over and could see her lips moving a little bit. After it was over she paused it and said "can we watch that again?" I just nodded. She rewound it and we probably watched it fifteen times. My heart was racing and I was a little nervous, I didn't really know at the time but I was horny and realized later she was too. It's funny how little it takes to get excited when you've never seen anything like that.

She paused it and looked at me after the last time and asked if I'd ever kissed anyone like that. I said no and asked her if she had, she said "no.. I wonder what it's like." I don't know what came over me but I just leaned in and kissed her. I don't know what I expected to happen but she let me and after a second we just stared at each other. We didn't do anything else that night, we went to bed and barely talked. They left the next day.

Well, the next time they came over she was acting weird again. She would barely talk to me but after dinner we both went to my room and she sat down and said "will you kiss me again?" I had been thinking about the last time since it happened so I agreed and sat next to her on the bed. I put my lips on hers and remember how hot and flushed my face felt and how nervous I was. We didn't know what we were doing so we just pushed our lips together a bunch. She said her lips felt tingly and so did between her legs but I didn't really know what that meant. She said she wanted to try it like they did in the movie and to open my mouth so we did that, stuck tongues in each other's mouths and just went at it for who kows how long.

Every time she came over after that was more normal, she was less weird, but we didn't play with toys in my room anymore. All we did was make out. We still didn't really know what we were doing, but sometimes she'd sit in my lap, sometimes we would do it laying down because we were in bed to sleep. Just lots of making out. Eventually our lips would get tired and raw from the spit so we'd stop and do something else but we'd always go back to kissing.

A couple of years later, she came over with a new video that was one her parents watched, and it had a sex scene in it. Again don't remember the movie but we watched if after everyone went to bed and played that sex scene on repeat for a long time. Eventually she asked if I wanted to try it but we didn't really know what they were doing, just bodies mashing together. She took off her shirt and told me to kiss her. I felt her boobs while I was and got really lightheaded, it was my first time seeing or touching any. I'd discovered internet porn but back then it was all just pictures, videos were not easy to find, especially without getting caught. So we got naked, I laid down on the bed and she sat on my lap and wiggled back and forth a bunch but again, we had no idea what we were doing. Just that it all felt very good. We kept kissing a bunch and with her sitting on my hard on, grinding on me, I had my first orgasm. It made a mess and I got freaked out so she got off, I cleaned up, and we got dressed. We talked about what to do and decided that since nothing hurt it was probably okay.

Needless to say, things progressed from there. I saw things in porn that made me want to try new things with her. Not long after that I told her about blowjobs and we tried that. She did not like my cum in her mouth at first but I told her all the girls in porn either take it in their mouth or on their face so we tried both.

By the time we were 15 we'd done so much messing around and experimenting. I remember the first time she swallowed my cum, the first time I stuck a finger inside her, the time she came over and told me she figured out how to have an orgasm and that time was a lot of fun. She showed me how she did it and asked if I would do it to her so the entire weekend I spent doing that. And at fifteen we decided we needed to have sex the right way. My mom had the "sex talk" with me by now so I knew about pregnancy and I bought some condoms from a grocery store nearby. The next time she came over I told her I had them so we should try it. It was awkward, she wasn't wet enough but we didn't know that was a thing really. She laid on her back and it took some time to get it in but I did and slowly started fucking her. I remember looking down at her and realizing how beautiful she was. How good she looked, better than the porn stars I'd seen, and also feeling love. It didn't last long because after maybe a minute of fucking her I had an orgasm that made me crumple on top of her. We got cleaned up, she said she was a little sore but she was happy I liked it so much.

Kissing felt different after that. It felt like kissing a girlfriend more than just making out because it felt good. Every time she'd come over after that we'd have sex as many times as possible, usually limited by my three pack of condoms running out lol. Eventually we started cuddling when we'd sleep, some more tender kisses and gazes exchanged when we'd be laying in bed together in the post-orgasm glow. We had developed a really deep sex life and started getting romantic feelings and I didn't know what to do. Eventually I started missing her a lot in between visits. We both got cell phones, we started texting and calling a lot. I got a summer job, a car, I would drive on weekends to pick her up and take her on dates. We were teenagers and really had no idea what we were doing.

Well.. It all came to a halt when we got caught kissing. My mom saw her kiss me in our back yard and there was just no explaining our way out of it. We were making out for a couple of minutes, my hand was up her shirt, when she looked up and saw my mom staring at us from the sliding glass door. She called all the adults together and we had to explain ourselves. We didn't tell them much. Just that we'd kissed a few times. My parents put me in therapy and our families stopped visiting together as much. We weren't allowed to text or call, so we emailed from time to time but it was never the same. We were both pretty heartbroken but I can say now it ..(continue confession)

From Girl To Woman

Confessing to my first sexual intercourse. We were at a long weekend rental on Panama Beach. The kids were al in one rental, the parents and little ones in another. I was 13, in my nightgown watching TV after dinner on my stomach on the carpet. My 15 year old cousin got on my back and started by putting his hands around my chest and feeling up my tits under my gown. I tried bucking him off, but wasn't successful. His penis got hard and he had it in my butt crack. My thin panties and the gown were not enough to avoid feeling his penis as he humped back and forth. When he pushed my gown over my butt and pulled my panties down, I felt his penis pressing against my vagina. My legs were already opened, and his thrust was successful penetrating me to the hilt. I had stopped fighting, I pushed back against his penis, letting him slide in again and again. A bulb came on, his sister telling him not to cum in me, and he pulled out squirting on my back. He got off, I turned and got a look at his penis, still half erect, wet and red. I pulled my panties up and called him a perv and went to wipe off his semen all over my lower back. Witnesses included his sister, two other cousins and my younger brother.

You don't tell on family. No one told, to this day. Sometimes he kisses my mouth, when he does I kiss back. I'm his favorite, he has been my big brother all my life. I don't think you ever give up loving the 'man' you first had sex with.

A Drunken Haze

So when people normally ask be about my past, especially things like who was my first or whatever, I normally just skip over this one. I wouldn't say it was the worst... But it just has a big notion to it that I don't wanna deal with from others.

So pretty much, when I was say... i was about nine I got into my grandpa's liquor cupboard and ended up drinking quarter of a bottle that was strawberry flavored. Obviously I got caught, and my grandpa was one of those no nonsense rough and tough australian types that lived alone. He made me drink more, something fowl trying to teach me this lesson.

I don't know how things went off track, I was in a haze over all this, but he started feeling up on me and I just thought it was some game because it was better than being yelled at or spanked.

Obviously things went waaaaaaay off track... And I just let it happen. Not that I wanted it, like how could I? I think? Clothes off, felt up, everything just being a blur with these moments of feeling good but strange. His hands on me, him guiding mine. Hell, I don't know how long it lasted but I remember him trying to get me to blow him but I really wasn't able to, I just know it was in my mouth and then wasn't.

What I do know for certain was this, and pardon because it's not something to be proud of, we had sex.

It's really hard to tell what's rubbing you down there when you barely even know whats going on. But I felt pushing a few times, not like before, and something being rubbed around me wet. Then just, for some moments again and like a shock as it felt like a big plop, what felt like really strange and awkward thrusts, then just pulling out and this shiver of a feel washing over me when it did while he was still overtop of me.

I know for a fact I lost my cherry, thanks to a future bf for pointing that out, but from my own current experiences now and what else happened, I don't think he tried to go further, my guess being he couldn't?

Sadly though, as stated, that wasn't all. He also took me from down below, and this one I know without a doubt was the real deal. Same manner as before, except I could feel him all in and this uncomfortable burning sensation. I didn't like it obviously, but I couldn't stop him either. He just kept going for what felt like an eternity, and when he was done it was all over.

He died a few years ago from a stroke, but in all that time we never talked about what happened and nobody else knows about it. Not exactly the best closure, but I'm fine with that. He never once tried to put another hand on me, and as far as I can recall I wasn't afraid of him either.

One thing though that it did change for me though is into high school I was alot less reserved in dating when I started, but that balanced out as friends matured and caught up with me, so far from the slutty type. Also on that, since that day, I've always had a strict no butt stuff rule, didn't matter who, because I don't like it nor do I want to, it's gross and wierd.

Reading abuse and regret stories here is kind of, how do I say, like someone has a missing piece I can relate with. Alot more than well... Some of the other shady stuff here. Seriously, don't creep this. I just needed a way to process my experience.