They knelt on each side of me and the sight of their cute pussies a few inches from my nose was enough, and I soon had a raging 6” erection. At that stage they were unable to see it I was lying face down. When it came to the time to turn over, I hesitated and said that I had a bit of a problem, and for them to be prepared for a surprise. They looked puzzled and asked if I was ill. I said no and I turned over. Their mouths dropped open as they stared at my penis.
Of course they had seen it many times before but obviously not with an erection, so they asked, “Why has your thingy gonelike that?”
I replied that was a difficult question to answer so I started by telling them that it was called a penis and when the mans body needed to make the Penis get hard it just pumped blood into it, like blowing up a balloon. They seemed to accept that, and of course as I hoped, they then asked why did it needed to become hard. I explained that to tell them “why” it happened, I would have to tell them a bit about the male and female body.
I then said, “Before I explained, there were two things I wanted then to do to help them understand.” I said that it was important that they knew how hard a Penis got and asked them to gently squeeze it to see. A little reluctantly they did so and then I asked them to feel my testicles and tell me what they could feel. They were still hesitant but in the end did so. I explained what these round things were called and that I would tell them what they were used for later.
I explained what the parts were, and what they were for and pointed out each part of their anatomy and mine.
I then asked if they remembered their mother carrying their youngest sister in her tummy before she was born. Again they said yes, so I asked the older sister to lay down with her legs together and proceeded to trace the outline of the womb on her stomach while I explained what the womb was for and that the entrance was between her legs.
I asked her to lift and open her legs and I gently parted her young labia to show her younger sister what the hole looked like. I then had them change places so the older one could then see her younger sister's genitals. I gave a simplified explanation of how man and woman made love and why it was very necessary for the penis to go very hard so it could be put in the woman's hole. I also explained that it was the testicles that produced the “seed.” They said “it all sounded funny” but after a while they seemed to get used to the idea.
I then said that this was the physical part, but that people made love for enjoyment and that I had forgotten to mention the most enjoyable part of their body. I asked them to lay down, one on each side of me and spread their legs apart. I carefully touched their clitoris using one hand on each. They seemed to enjoy this, and after about 30 minutes of delightful activity I could contain myself no more so I finished by masturbating to show them what the “seed” was like.
The following week the oldest girl was ill and was unable to come with us. I managed to persuade the younger one to allow a bit of playing with her genitals, which she agreed to, but she refused to touch mine again. The week after, due to a lot of rain in the mountains the river was in flood and conditions never improved for the last weeks of the summer.
The following year the younger girl came out swimming but her older sibling would not. I suspect she had reached puberty and was very shy. I took the younger girl probably six or eight times, still nude swimming but she permitted nothing else. Toward the end of summer, after a gap of about a month due to river conditions, she suddenly refused to strip and insisted on wearing her swimsuit all the time.
After much prompting on my part, she admitted that she was growing hair “down there.” I tried very hard to get her to show me, but she refused and in the end she no longer wanted to come swimming. Perhaps she disliked my hints, I don't know, but for the balance of that summer I spent most of the time at the river on my own. These girls still live in town and have families of their own. I have to confess to feeling guilty and uncomfortable when I occasionally meet them face to face, although though this all occurred about 40 years ago.
Terence Fitzbancroft
Memoir of a Young Gentleman Pervert
Nineteen
The final occasion occurred in my 19th year. I was asked to “baby-sit” for a nearby family. They had two children, a girl of about 12 and a boy nearly two years younger. I had done this on several occasions before and never attempted anything. I had been told previously that the boy was to go to bed about 8:30pm, but the daughter could stay up a little later. Of course being normal siblings, he said it was not fair, so the daughter been in the habit of going to bed at the same time as him. She would wait until her younger brother had fallen asleep and then sneaking out to watch TV with me until about 9:30 or 10:00. On this occasion I was sitting on the couch and she sat on the other end facing me and put her feet on my lap and asked me to rub her feet, as they were itchy. I rubbed them for a while, very gradually moving up to massage her calves as far as the hem of her nightdress.
Up to that point she seemed to be quite enjoying the attention. I wanted to go higher so I asked: “Are you wearing any panties?”
She answered: “Yes.”
I said that they were no different to swimsuits and pushed the hem of her nightdress up past her waist.
She did not seem to be in the slightest bit worried by this so I gradually started massaging higher until I was able to massage up to her groin, although I still did not her touch anywhere under her panties. I then asked if she would like a neck massage and she agreed. I started massaging her neck, shoulders and down to her waist, which she really enjoyed. All this took some time. By then I was starting to get an erection but although her lags lay across my penis, I was unsure if she felt this or not.
As I was rubbing her upper abdomen, I asked if she would like me to go any lower, but she said “NO” and a few minutes later said it was about time she went to bed, leaving me with an erection to deal with in the normal way. I was never sure if I just misread the sign's, or if she was interested but I took too long to get to the point and by then it was too late.
About this time I got involved in a group of young men but soon realized they were into homosexual activities. I found myself on the receiving end of advances that I found very unpleasant. I was close to being raped on one occasion but I managed to avoid that by the “skin of my teeth.”
On another occasion another teenager and I indulged in some mutual masturbation but after two or three times I resisted, as I did not really enjoy it.
I also came to the attention of a couple of old men in town who used tricks to lure teenage boys to their home to molest them. I managed to extricate myself from these situations but I really think it was these events that made me realize the dangers and possible trauma to the girls of what I was doing.
Up to that stage I had justified it by saying to myself that they were always willing partners and seemed to enjoy the experience so there was nothing wrong with what I was doing and they were never hurt. About this time I resolved never to “do it” again.
Terence Fitzbancroft
Memoir of a Young Gentleman Pervert
Summer's End
Toward the end of summer that year, my trips to the river were nearing an end, when I came across a couple with three small children sunbathing in the nude. As I was nude also, we started talking and this finished up with us meeting at the same spot each weekend. They explained that they were members of a private nudist group and had just found this location.
Soon our numbers swelled up to twenty at a time as other members joined us. I thoroughly enjoyed this and the opportunities to view girl's genitals in complete safety that it presented. Autumn arrived and the river was no longer an option so we sometimes organized afternoons and evenings at member's houses.