I was six, my older sister was ten. She would make me play with her pussy. I was young. I had no idea what was going on, I just did what I was told. I can remember her sitting on the toilet inserting things into her vagina. I remember putting rubber bands and green arm men in there. I was so young it was not sexual to me. I was just doing what she said.
My friends and I would play under a bridge that was over a storm channel. She would come there and say she would tell parents I did something wrong unless I "played" with her. So I would go with her so I would not get in trouble with my parents. So I would go home and spend hours on her pussy. She taught me everything I know about pleasing a women. She would take a bath and come out in her bathrobe and lay down on the living room floor and tell me and my younger brother to have at it. And this started when she was 10. She ran away and got pregnant at 16 so go figure. Very horny girl I guess.
We had a trailer in are back yard. She would round up all the girls (her same age) from the neighborhood and put them in all the rooms, closets, bathrooms, etc. We would play doctor and I would go from room to room and finger the girls till they came. This went on till I was 11, she was 15. It was never sexual for me. I was just doing what I had been taught. She always wanted me to pull out my dick but I was always to embarrassed (not because it was small but because I was young. I have regretted that. I could have fucked my big sis. I screwed up.
I put a stop to it when she grew pubic hair. It was like pig hair. Very course and thick. I was used to bald pussy. By that time I think she had moved on to a neighbor she was fucking.
For the record, I do not have any regrets. Her teaching me has made me much more successful with women in my adult life. I was way more advanced then the guys in junior high and high school, and college.
The only down side is that all my masturbation fantasies are of older sisters or young girls with saved pussy. All women I fuck must have shaved pussy.


