Chapter 1

Hi, my name is Amanda but known to one and all as Mandy. A friend of mine suggested I put down in writing some of my early sex experiences because, according to her, they were ‘rather exciting!’ I don’t know whether that’s true but I’ll let you be the judge of that I guess!

As a teenager in the early 1960s my first sexual experiences started to develop quite slowly but, having tasted that particular ‘forbidden fruit’, soon became all consuming for me. It was in my early teens that I started to get the first ‘rumblings’ of sex. My breasts had started to develop quite substantially. They were both large (for my age), firm and extremely sensitive around my pink and pert nipples. As I lay in bed most nights I started to enjoy stroking them gently and, I had to admit, the feelings that spread from them tended to course through the rest of my body especially in my pussy area. I was intrigued. Although reticent to start touching myself in that area because it was hammered into you at that age that somehow sex was both ‘dirty’ and also regarded by the church, amongst others, as a sin! Even so, battling against such perceived intolerance, I just couldn’t resist the feeling that I experienced in touching my breasts and rubbing one particular part of my pussy area. Eventually, one thing led to another and, even though I didn’t know what was happening to me or even what it was at that time, I had my first orgasm. It gave me such a fright that I gave up touching myself for weeks. However, one day at school I overheard some girls from a couple of years above me talking about having ‘cums’. Straining to listen I seemed to gather that what they were talking about was the same experience I had had those few weeks ago. So, somewhat reassured I returned to my previous sex manipulations. I found, quite quickly, that I couldn’t resist the feeling it gave me and, as time progressed, my orgasms got more and more intense. I couldn’t resist them actually!

Being rather young and naive and never, up until that time, having much thought for boys I was intrigued to hear from some of my school friends about boys having what they often referred to as a ‘wank’. Usually, they’d espied a brother, cousin or some other relative rubbing their penises in, what they thought had been strict, privacy. All sorts of stories tended to fly round between all the girls most of which sounded so far fetched to me. Stories about how their penises would swell up as they rubbed them and even that some sort of cream came out of the end of them that made the boy moan!! I needed to do a bit more investigation because, without doubt, the thought of boys playing with their penises (or cocks as some of the girls referred to them) sounded so erotic that I had to have several orgasms picturing it happening.

I often wondered, at that time, whether my brother played with his penis. I’d never noticed anything that would indicated that he did until one day, when both of my parents were out and I was supposed to be doing my homework downstairs, I happened to need a text book from my bedroom and as I passed George’s bedroom I heard such a groan! His door was partially open and I could just see by looking through the crack of it that he was lying on his bed holding his very swollen cock in his hand and, I think, squeezing it whilst moaning a bit. ‘Sounds like an orgasm to me,’ I thought! I vowed to try and learn more.

And so it was a few days later when I once more, purely be chance you’ll understand (he! he!), I happened to hear him being rather ‘active’ on his bed again. I waited until I heard him start, what I thought was, the beginning of the ‘end’ and burst in through his bedroom door with a ‘George, have you got a compass I can ... Whoa! What are you doing?’ Poor guy he was obviously too far gone and I had timed it so well that I stood and watched as his cock began spurting load after load of spunk onto his stomach. George tried very quickly to try and hide his, still, leaking cock but with spunk all over he couldn’t really find anywhere to cover it from me. ‘So,’ I said, ‘That’s what you get up to in your bedroom now is it? I did wonder what was going on with all the bedsprings groaning - not to mention you groaning too - every night as I was going off to sleep.’ ‘Please, don’t tell mum and dad Mandy! I’ll owe you a big favour if you don’t. Please?’ he begged. ‘I’ll think about it,’ I replied, ‘but, don’t worry your secret’s safe with me, for the time being!’ I was quite pleased about how I had manipulated that situation to my advantage. George was now in my power and I had seen how a rubbed cock could explode with spunk!! I managed plenty of my own cums after that particular incident I can tell you.

As my interest in sex grew and grew I had a wonderful experience happen to me at school over a few weeks which greatly expanded my sexual experience somewhat.

As a member of the school choir at every assembly I had to sit, with about twenty other pupils, on the stage in the main hall to help rouse the hymn singing. We all sat in the same places every assembly so I sat between my friends Pauline and Remy. In the row behind me sat a few boys. At first I never gave any thought to it but one day I happened to stand up with all the choir to sing and, unbeknown to me, had somehow caught the back of my gymslip up at my waist so that my navy blue school knickers were fully exposed to the boys in the row behind me. It was very common in those days for girls to be seen around the school dressed for the gym or games wearing their school knickers and, usually, an aetex shirt so, really, it wasn’t a big deal exposing myself in such a way but, strangely, I felt a bit self conscious. The boy exactly behind obviously thought it a bit exciting because he started to stroke my knickered backside as we sang. It was quite erotic actually and became the beginning of a rather exciting sexual experience.

The next day as we sat on the stage I started to feel a hand on my backside, stroking me. Unfortunately, we were never allowed to turn round or look anywhere but straight ahead when we were on stage so I just had to grin a bear it. It was quite nice though! Over the weeks The boy’s hand gradually ventured further and further under my bottom till he was touching my pussy through my thick gusseted knickers. I don’t know whether he was getting turned on by it but I certainly was. Obviously, the thickness and tightness of my navy blue knickers was restricting how close he could get his fingers to my pussy. And, try as he might, it was just too awkward for him to slide his fingers up my knicker leg. All, these shenanigans had been going on for most of the term and as we neared the school holidays I decided to give him (and myself) an end of term treat. On the final Friday of the term I popped into the girl’s toilet before assembly and slipped my knickers off and put them in my satchel. As the boy (I never found out who he was) started to rummage around under my gymslip that morning he made a very exciting discovery with a lovely, swollen and, almost dripping, pussy opened up to his fingers. Although I had wanked my own pussy hundreds of times it was a the first time I’d ever had it stroked by anyone else. By and large it was a real, real turn on and I had to bite my tongue, despite him being a bit rough, to stop my self having an orgasm in front of a few hundred pupils. I couldn’t imagine how his cock was responding to this exciting experience (though I think I had a good idea!!).

The whole experience had been so erotic that I was still up a height when I got home that evening from school. I needed to carry on making the most of the buzz I was getting so sought out George to begin repaying his debt to me after catching him having his wank a few weeks earlier.

‘George!’ I called when I got home. ‘George? I want to reclaim my debt from you.’ ‘Oh yes,’ he replied, ‘How?’ ‘Well, I know mum and dad are out at gran’s for tea so I want you to wank in front of me!’ I stated. ‘You’re joking aren’t you?’ he replied. ‘No I’m not and, in return, I’ll wank myself in front of you at the same time. Seems like a good deal to me for not dropping you in it with mum and dad,’ I ventured. As George started to contemplate what I was asking of him he started to get rather excited (judging the growing bulge in his trousers!). ‘OK,’ he said. ‘Where and when?’ ‘Here and now,’ I said. I was so worked up by my assembly fingering earlier and the thought of seeing George’s cock being rubbed to a climax I could hardly contain myself. So we began...

George lay down on his bed and slowly removed his trousers and underpants. His cock was already half erect as he started to stroke it. ‘Now you, sis,’ he insisted. I proceeded to remove my school gym slip and, sitting on his bedside chair, slid my navy knickers down to my ankles. George stared intently at my very swollen, blushing pink pussy which must have been the first one he’d ever seen. His cock stroking got slightly more frantic as I started to slowly start my wank. With our eyes fixed firmly on each other’s genitals it wasn’t long before we reached our climaxes. George got there moments before I did his spunk flying out of his cock in enormous dollops. It went everywhere but he didn’t care such was the eroticism of the occasion. Watching George’s spunk flying was too much for me and I had the most amazing orgasm which lasted for ages and ages and I just couldn’t take my fingers away from my dripping cunt. ‘Wow!!’ said George, ‘That was something else! Thanks for sharing that with me sis. It was very special and I reckon I’ll have a pretty sore cock over the next few days as I wank myself silly with the thoughts of what happened just now. So, are we all square now, debt wise?’ ‘I’m not sure quite yet. There may be something else I might need your help on,’ I replied.

And so it was only a few days later, whilst we were both on our school holidays, that I put the second piece of ‘blackmail’ in train. ‘George,’ I said, ‘I’ve got one last thing I’d like you to clear your debt.’ ‘Oh yes?’ he replied, ‘and what might that be?’ ‘It’s fairly simple really. I just want you to teach me how to wank a boy.’ ‘And how am I supposed to do that?’ he asked. ‘I don’t expect it to be a problem. We’ll just use your cock. You can show me how you do it then I’ll try and follow your instructions and wank you off. What’s not to like?’ I could see George was very conflicted but the desire to me masturbated by a female hand was exciting him. ‘And this will definitely be the last time you ask me to ‘repay’ my debt?’ he asked. ‘Yes,’ I promised.

So it was set up for the next time we had the house to ourselves. With dad at work and mum off shopping it was only a day or so later that we got together in George’s bedroom. ‘OK,’ I said, ‘I want to closely watch you wanking your cock this time. Take your time, if you can.’ George removed his trousers and underpants and already noticeably excited proceeded to start rubbing his cock quite gently at first. He rubbed the whole of his cock then, once it was really, strongly erect, started to give the swollen, bulbous end more attention. By now the end was a dark purple and the rest of his shaft was quite red. ‘I’m going to cum soon,’ he blurted out. I drew closer still and as I did so I noticed the opening in the end of his cock open up and the first spurt of spunk started to bubble out. It was quite slow at first but that didn’t last as spurt after spurt started to stream from his cock. Some of the spunk flew quite a distance whilst some just dribbled out. Eventually he was spent and all the tension he’d been experiencing in the final moments of his orgasm left his body as he sank down into his bed. ‘Wow!’ I said. ‘That’s so, so erotic. Was it good for you too?’ ‘It nearly always is,’ he said. ‘How long does it take to build up more spunk?’ I asked. ‘Not too long,’ he said, ‘Why? Did you want to give it a rub tonight?’ ‘I thought I might give it a go,’ I replied. So, going off for a quick shower (and wank) I returned to George’s bedroom about half and hour later. He had not bothered to get dressed again and was just in his dressing gown as was I. The only difference being that I’d slipped on my nightie and school knickers (which I always wore in bed).

‘Right George lets see your cock and let me get started,’ I stated. George opened his dressing gown and I took hold of his already semi-erect cock. Remembering, what I’d seen him do himself I started to to gently rub its whole length. It was just stunning to hold. To feel it thickening and getting more and more engorged as I stroked it. ‘Start concentrating more on the end bit now,’ he asked, ‘There’s a place just below the head of my cock, and facing you, that’s really quite sensitive,’ I did as I was instructed and George started to writhe a bit. I was was obviously getting there. ‘Where should I put the spunk when it comes out?’ I asked. He reached under his pillow and gave me his handkerchief. ‘Try and catch it in that,’ he replied. So standing by with the hankie in my hand I started, what I believed, would be his final throes. And sure enough I started to feel his cock start to pulsate and out shot his spunk. Try as I might I really struggled to catch all of it in his hankie. ‘A bit of cleaning up to do here I’m afraid. Sorry,’ I said. ‘Don’t worry about that it was so worth it. Wow, thanks And, you were so good. I’ve never had a girl wank me before it was really, really special.’ ‘Thank you G. Though I’m afraid I might need a bit more practice if you don’t mind,’ I said. George just smirked. Over the rest of the holidays and into the new school term we had many many sessions in which, I’d like to say, I got very good at bring him off. But, perhaps, the best times started only a few days after our first session.

Having just had a shower and in my dressing gown, nightie and knickers I joined George in his bedroom. As usual he was waiting expectantly, as was his cock. I started to work on it and it began to enlarge as it always did but rather than being transported into his usual state of ecstasy he winced a bit. ‘What’s wrong?’ I asked fearfully. ‘It’s nothing really but I think with your hand is probably still being a bit damp after your shower is starting to pull the skin on my cock a bit. It’s quite thin skin and sensitive as you know so I don’t want to hurt it if I can avoid it,’ he replied. ‘That’s a shame I was really looking forward to seeing your spunk spurting tonight,’ I said.’So was I,’ he replied. ‘Has it ever happened before?’ I asked. ‘Once or twice,’ replied George, ‘I used to use an old cotton vest to wank with, and on, when it happened before.’ ‘So should I go and get it?’ ‘I’m afraid I had to throw it away it got so stiff with my spunk I was frightened mum would find it and put two and two together,’ he responded. So, I thought to my self, something soft and cottony would work would it. ‘I know!’ I exclaimed,’ We need something made of soft cotton then how about these?’ I said quickly removing my soft cotton navy blue knickers. ‘What do you think?’ ‘They might work,’ he replied. I wrapped my, still warm, knickers round his cock and began to wank him again. The effect was, frankly, electrifying. In hardly any time at all George’s cock had not only grown fit to burst but it did actually ‘burst’ - with spunk! Unfortunately, the cum caught us both by complete surprise and my knicks took the brunt of his spunky onslaught. ‘I’m so, so sorry, Mandy. It was just too much and too sudden I’m afraid,’ he said. ‘Don’t worry about it,’ I replied, ‘I’ll just go and wipe them with a damp flannel or something. I’m sure once I put them back on they’ll dry on me overnight.’ I toddled along to the bathroom examining George’s spunk on my knickers. It made me feel quite excited and I couldn’t wait to get into bed for a good wank or two in my knicks. But before I did that, when I got to the bathroom, I couldn’t resist sucking a bit of Georges spunk from them. ‘Mmmm! very nice’. Needless to say my knickers started to play a more and more active part in our wanking practice thereafter.