I first had a sexual experience when I was sixteen. My mother prohibited from seeing this guy and so when she was out I invited him over and let him have sex with me on her bed. It was a real stupid mistake, because the bedspread got stained and I used her blouse to clean up. At the time I didn't know about wet spots, or that semen stains silk so bad. I mean today I look at my mother and she doesn't scare me, but that afternoon she did.

She yelled at me until I confessed. I confessed who. He was 29 and I was barely 16. He pled guilty so there wasn't a trial. He got five years and a record for perversion of minors.

My mother was so mad she threatened to sow me up so I couldn't have sex. She told me that in ancient times that is how they made sure girls staid virgins and in Africa they still do it. She said she was going to hire this doctor to sow me up and just leave a little hole so I could pee. I had nightmares about it.

16 was dating age, and I was given permission to go with this boy and this other couple to a dinner/dance at the country club. The boys had made a bet that they could get blow jobs out of us. My friend went down on her date, but when I saw his penis poking up out of his pants like that I got cold feet and I told him that if I did anything like that my mother would sow me up. The most I did was hold his penis. It was warm and hard and while I was holding it he got harder and I gave him a hand job and he shot his stuff. I had never seen it, milky white like that, and I touched it and played with it in my fingers. I used his handkerchief to clean it up. All the boy got was a hand job and a smile. And I got wetter than wet.

I went home wanting to put a penis in my mouth. I faked on the pillow how I would suck him off.

Why I decided to look at myself I don't know. My mother had a stand up full length mirror in her room. When she was out, I put on a summer skirt and no panties and I went to her room and put that mirror on the floor. I stood over the mirror and squatted and had my first real look at what nature provided me down there. I held my lips open and found my vagina hole and stuck my finger in it. I found my clit and played with myself and got real hot and almost had an orgasm. Looking at myself I knew it was impossible to sow it up.

I also discovered what I wanted to do to masturbate. I wanted to see myself. At the mall I bought a large hand held mirror, and I used it on my bed to examine my underside. I got to know myself pretty good. First I used a plastic spoon handle, but that was too thing and I didn't feel anything. I found this whisk in the kitchen. It had a rubber handle, and it was big, big like that penis I held, bigger than penis I held. I got some hand cream and I smeared it all over that handle, and with one hand holding the mirror I slowly inserted that whisk in my vagina. The feeling of the whisk in my vagina felt good. I couldn't hold the mirror and play with my clit, so I lay the mirror down on the bed and I had an orgasm. I was sixteen years old and nine months, five months after I had sex with that guy.

I didn't really get another real date until New Years Eve. I gave him a blow job, and a hand job. And then I let him take my panties off and I sat on his lap in the back seat with my back to him and rode his penis down until it was all in. It was so much better than a whisk, I pinched my clit as I rode on him and had a live orgasm having sex. Unfortunately this all happened before he ejaculated, and I got off his penis and didn't want him to touch me, I think I was still having an orgasm inside. He lost his erection.

I worry that I like sex so much. I love giving blow jobs and now I know how to make the guy cum. I also do just about any kind of sex on the bed. About the only thing that makes it a bad experience is if the boy goes off too soon and its over and I am left with nothing to show for the effort.

It will be five years since that guy went to jail. He has an order not to bother me. I don't think I will see him. I'm sorry he had to go to jail. I guess I understand my mother, I was pretty young. Young enough that my mother would threaten to sow me up.

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