Without barriers

My step-brother and sisters were major influences in my life, but it's by no means certain that my life would have been much different without them.  However, growing up with them accelerated my understanding, appreciation, and enjoyment of all things sexual to the point that boys, for me, became mere toys of preparation. 

My step-sisters liked to tell me THEIR secrets, and begged me to tell them mine;  I never did, but really enjoyed hearing theirs.  Apparently both had been seduced just before they came to live with us.  The oldest said it hardly hurt at all the first time;  the guy was really careful to use his finger to slowly  make the hole to her inside big enough to go in without making her resist or cry.  She said he told her later it was so she wouldn't bleed.  She said he'd go in really slow, and then back out, and then back in;  little by little faster.  At first it was just an interesting pressure, but the more he did it, and played with her body, the more she began to be eager for the push.  She said the feeling when he pushed was like pinching a mosquito bite;  it felt good going in, then nothing pulling back, then good going in more, but sharper and more intense like squeezing the bite, then better and better until he went crazy and did it really fast, and then stopped and laid on top of her breathing a lot.  She wanted more, and pushed against him and kissed his chest, but he just rolled off and told her to take a shower before her mother came home.  

She said it was called a climax, and that made a strong impression on her.   She said when he did it, she felt like her whole body was just her pussy and he was pushing her to "heaven";  much better than when she and her sister played.  After she told her younger sister about it, she wanted to try, but the guy that did it to her was too young and too eager and it hurt, and it bled a little.  On the other hand, both said that after that it was easy, but most often too quick to feel much except the pleasure of making them crazy to do it.  When their mother found out the three guys doing it got scared and left.  But they discovered that it did not take much to tempt their mother's new boyfriends, and they got better at controlling them.  One of the things they said was really interesting;  they said the younger guys only wanted to put their thing inside and get their climax quick, but the older guys spent more time touching and kissing and when they put it in, they did it slower and longer, and that was the really good part.

I asked why, if it felt so good, why the guy would keep pulling it out and then push back in again, over and over.  Both said that it was like scratching;  the more the cock rubbed back and forth, the better it felt, and then finally it was like the biggest itch and the biggest scratch found the right spot at the same time and everything sort of "explodes".  They said the guys would shoot something like egg-white out of their cock and then want to sleep, but some guys would do it again and again until she got sore and complained.  I asked if they ever let the same guy do it to them both, and they just looked at each other.  I could tell that was another secret, but probably true.

I told my little brother about some of that stuff, and he ended up teaching the little girl a few things too.  It's also possible she knew more than she let on, because she lived with her sisters , and took her turn in the tub.  I used to imagine if it was me.  She seemed soooo gullible [she would try anything, and even let my brother put his cock in her fanny hole one time but even with chicken fat to make it slippery it didn't work very well].  But she never told our secrets;  as far as I know, she never told anyone.  She's the one who convinced my little brother when he was five that she would not bite his cock off;  but he was so young that nothing would come out, even when he was really excited. 

I try to imagine what it was like when he squirted something the first time;  some girls do, but I never could.  Later she and  her older brother became inseparable for a couple of years, but they never talked about it.  My brother wanted to do something with the second oldest sister because she teased him a lot [showing him her body] all the time to make his cock hard and he would let her check, but between no privacy and inexperience, all he could do was play with her.   Her breasts were growing by then and she said she liked it when he sucked her nipples [but not too hard].  

One of the things the girls taught me was to let them watch while I played with myself  [exciting to watch them get soooo interested in me], or let them do things to me.  No one without experience can imagine what it is like to have the eager attention of two girls who know exactly where to touch and when.  By the time I was 10, every part of my external body and some of the internal, had been explored, sensitized, and trained to respond to various stimulation.  They kissed me. They caressed me.  They breathed on me.  They used their tongues and fingers to create wave after wave of pleasure everywhere.  My nipples became so sensitive that eventually I could climax with just their mouths on me;  one on each side.  I remember my first climax was with them, and I feel it again in my mind, even when a guy is inside me.

At the time, it seemed like something stolen, that the pleasure I felt was not mine to enjoy.  Today, it seems more normal, but still beyond the reach of open conversation.  I enjoy my body because it IS my body;  and I enjoy the bodies of others because it is theirs to share, and mine to control and claim if I can.  Harnessing sexual hunger to chase away the demons of stress and stimulate an emotional avalanche of pleasure creates jolts of energy that  soothe the wounds of sadness and forgetfulness.   When a man climaxes inside me, he is mine, at least for a moment;  as my own hungry pussy kisses away his tears AND his fears.

I love it when a man looks at me, and begins to feel the quickening urge "to do something".  Sometimes it's my smile;  sometimes it's the clothes I am wearing; or the way I show my body, and sometimes it's just the way I touch his hand;  but from the time I first decide to seduce him, his focus is Me, and getting more of ME.  But I get ahead of the story.  It's been awhile since I was 10, but it seems a lifetime occurred between then and the first time I guided a man's swollen cock into my hungry, eager, and "crazy for the experience" Pussy.   Once I did, I never really looked back, except to wonder "what took me so long"?