After that I managed to clean myself up. Sonia stayed around smiling at me at a distance. She obviously didn´t feel ashamed or embarrased aboud what she had done. But that night remained an exception for us. Days later we talked.I had always wanted to discuss sex with her. In fact it was a sort of sexual fantasy for me.When it finally happened it was a moment of great disappointment, but also, with hindsight, of excitement. She asked me if I was angry with her for what she had done. She wished to explain to me that she had never done anything like that before. I also understood, reading between the lines that she didn´t want to repeat. My hope of a romance with Sonia vanished. But I reminded her of her sexy little games when she was small, and expressed my surprise that she hadn´t wished to have contact with boys. I didn´t need to tell her that no end of boys would just love the chance. At this she denied that she was uninterested in sex. She went as far as to say that she had always been interested in it. This was an opportunity. An opportunity to look inside her mind. An I pounced. I asked her to tell me when she had become aware of her sexuality. This she couldn´t say, but she gave me a fascinating insight into her intimacy. She described to me how she had learned to masturbate at a tennis summer camp. She had been in a dormitory with older girls who had started a sexual conversation. A girl of the same age as Sonia tried to participate. The older girls gave her instructions about how to reach an orgasm. Sonia pretended to be asleep, but followed the instructions carefully. Despite her efforts the younger girl masturbated in vain. This was a cause of hilarity for the big girls. Sonia, however, had more success. Her clitoris responded, and brought her to a massive orgasm. She managed not to give herself away, and repeated the experience again and again during the following days. This happened before I met SonÃa, so I guessed that she must have been just eleven years old. We talked about masturbation. She asked me questions which I managed to answer with some embarrassment. I wanted the converstaion to continue. I asked her if she had ever used a different technique. I briught up the subject of vibrators, and rubber penises. She told me how she had made one for herself by pulling off the rubber handle from a hockey stick and filling it with nightly pressed socks. The idea of Sonia simulating sex with her home made toy is a mental picture that fascinated me. She went on to tell me how she watched porn at her cousin´s house. This was enough to confirm my suspicions. Despite her age Sonia had always been a highly sexed young lady. More so than I had ever dared to imagine.
Those who have read my memories of adolescence until this point will probably recognize the fact that sex during those years is rarely worth describing. But I have done so in the hope of conveying the intense feelings that I remember so well. Feeling based on fantasy more than on real experiences.You may also recognize that my early sex life was not particularly eventful. Even so, there is somthing that stands out as remarkable. It was the way my relationship with Sonia evolved to the point when on that memorable day she told me about her secret life. Although the conversation was never resumed it was enough to give me a clear and precise view of the sexuality of a pretty girl who was growing up. Although I am long since of an age at which I can´t think of interfering with underage girls, I nevertheless feel a certain regret at not having descovered and released the deep and powerful sexual impulses which I couln´t have imagined in such a sweet little girl as Sonia. Alas! If there ever was such an opportunity, the fact is that we grew up to fast.
And finally I wonder what these memories mean to anybody who has read them.For me it´s been a pleasure to revisit my youth, and to bring back Sonia to my mind as she was then. I hope I have managed to paint a realistic picture of her. A picture that does justice to her charm, and to the horniness that lay hidden beneath her sweet angelic appearance. If I have done so, dear reader, you will no doubt have remembered too the excitement that a little girl like Sonia can inspire in young boys.
If you have any comments I would be delighted to read then,
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I don´t know who to feel more sorry for, you or your "little firend" Sonia. She was obviously a real little hottie. And from the start she showed you what she wanted. Don´t you realise that she was asking you to shag her from the very first moment. You remind me so much of one of my mates. He didn´t get laid till he was at college. There was nothing wrong with the guy, except that he was too shy.So he missed out on all the fun. And of that there was a lot to be had. And I got my fair share. I think I got more sex at school, with more girls, and more often than at any other time of my life. I could tell so much that it´s hard to know where to begin. But after reading your story I feel like trying.
For me school sex is not good. Boys are silly or shy or ugly. And they doesn´t know how to be with a girl. They touch and push but with a man that knows how to be with a woman it must be so different. I see the satellite TELEVISION AND I see how it can be. And the boys talk when they have been with a girl.Is so stupid!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Really liked the storie, sonia makes me remeber "Lily" a girl that gaved me all kinds of hidden messages ... i at that time was 12-13 yo and a very shy/stupid kid...
Should have sucked those little titties back then... i regret now :(
It sure is fun to remember those days. For me sex started much more suddenly. It was with a girl called Nancy. She was 15 when I was several years younger. She came to my house for maths coaching with my mum twice a week. As with both arrived at my house some time before my mother she took advantage of the situation. She knew she was pretty. She was also sex starved, and desperate for cock. For that reason she probably thought that mine would be a good one to start on. She was probably right. Like boys of any age I could get a hard on. And because I was reaching puberty it was almost mansized. So to cut a long story short Nancy used me to lose her virginity. I was incredibly, incredibly lucky. She must have been the hottest girl in her school year. Perhaps in her entire school. She was petite, blonde, slender, and for her age really busty. She was from a different school than mine, and I guess for this reason she was so forward. She treated me as a sort of sex toy. She would tell me what to do, and I never argued. I´d love to me able to describe some of those moments, but I don´t think I could do them justice. But in short she fucked, and sucked and wanked me twice a week during a whole school year. She liked to get to the missionary´s position to get a good orgasm. But before that she had me try out others too. At that time I still had that boyish obsession about tits. Again I couldn´t have been luckier. I don´t think hers were especially big, but on her slim body they seemed proportionately large. She got me to fuck them. When she held then together my cock practically disappeared between them. So I guess her tits were big by any standard. In fact I remember my father commenting on her figure one evening when he saw her leaving. Then there was another moment when I saw some road workers whistle at her as she was coming to my house. So her body certainly caught people´s eyes. One thing was her prettiness, but another was chest.But what nobody else knew was the treat that they held instore for the lucky one who got to see or touch them.That treat was her nipples. Here I´ve got to try to describe them. At first sight they were horrible. Something like a old deflated balloon. I mean that they were wrinkled and shapeless. The points of her nipples were somehow tucked inside the folds of the outer ring. But as she touched them, or as she got excited they began to transform. The base would begin to puff up and then the point of her nipples would pop out. First one, and then the other. In just a few seconds the base would swell into a sort of thick fleshy pedestal. At the same time the points of her nipples would erect. But as the skin tightened around the swelling meat at the base it pulled the points of her nipples in different directions. On nipple pointed out to the side and to the corner of the ceiling. The other pointed forwards but in two positions. Either slighting downwards, or slightly upwards. The incredible thing was that I could click it from one position to the other. It didn´t make any noise, but it was quite stiff. Like a switch I could lift or lower it. Since then I´ve never seen tits quite like them. I suppose I have never lost that boyish thing about tits, and one way or another I´ve got to see so many. But none that have ever impressed me so much as Nancys fascinating, sexy, ugly, and somehow beautiful tits. And of course she knew they were special. You could say they were somehow deformed. But that obviously didn´t worry her. She usually got them out before they did their thing. She obviously knew that it was an incredibly horny sight. At some moments she held my head to her chest so that I could take the whole thing into my mouth. I still find the idea exciting when I remember.
A year later she dropped her coaching. I don´t know if the subject was no longer a problem, or if she had found another sex partner. That same year I began to eyaculate. I wonder how she would have taken my spunk. I wish I didn´t have to ask myself the question. It would be so exciting to know and to remember. But perhaps it was for the best. At least we avoided a danger.
An interesting detail for some may be that Nancy always came to my house in her school uniform. At the time I didn´t pay much attention to this. But when I remember this fact it may make the scene I have tried to describe all the more kinky.
Bin back here. Yeah it's grat to remember those years. I could write more myself about sexy liddl'uns, but it`s trickly approaching this question at a certain age. Maybe nostalgia is the best. At a distance I've been able to observe the sexual impulses of girls who you would imagine to be too young to have them. This has never brought me across the age divide, but has certainly caught my attention. I am wondering whether to talk about it.
These adventures are really hot in their special way. It`s great that some people recognize the fact that girls don't suddenly become sexy at the age of 18, nor do they suddenly get interested in sex at that age. Most of us know from experience that this isn't true. But my own experience isn't especially exciting. I didn't get very far with gitls before going to college. But anyway I think I can tell one little story that is perhaps worth sharing. It was about my sister'a boyfriend's little sister. She was a twelve year old cuttie.If you can remember a little blond girl who caught your atention as a boy, you can assume that she was about the same, but maybe even prettier. I saw her for the first time t the beach so I could also form an idea about her body. Although she was still little it was perfectly shaped. She had that shape that adult women would love to keep. Her tits were also on their way, though still hardly showing. As I was 16 at the time I often kept an eye on girls who were a few years younger than me. This girl definitely deserved it. I wondered if she had ever kissed. I wondered if her pussy was getting hairy. I wondered if she ever thought about sex. In fact I spent a lot of time thinking about her. But we never spoke, and I don't think she even knew who I was. That changed one day when it was time to return from the beach. By sister went in her boyfriend's car with some other friends. Her boyfriend said I could take his sister on my moped. She seemed to like the idea, and sat behind me with her arms around my waiste. Then when we had hardly travelled a hundred metres she sort of tweeked my penis. I thought she hadn't realised what she had done. But after a few seconds she did it again. I was much too surprised to feel excited. I think I even asked her what she thought she was doing. Her response was disarming. With a grin on her face she told me that she knew what boys had there. I mean where she had squeezed. She said this in such a childish manner, that I didn't know how to react. I didn't even know what to think. When I dropped her at her parent's house she said it again. I spent the rest of the day thinking about what had happened. I wondered if she was trying to tell me something. Did she want me to know that she had had some sort of sexual experience, and was sexually active? The idea crossed my mind, but I soon discarded that possibility. The truth was that she was somehow boasting about her knowledge, as though it could be thought that a twelve year old girl could be ignorant of such matters. How could she be so childish? Could she really be so naíve, or was this some kind of ploy? Was she trying to hide behind her apparent childishness to act irresponsibly? Or did she calculate that her pretended childishness was somehow seductive. I couldn't help remembering the feeling as she had tweeked the head of my dick between her little fingers and thumb. Whoever this girl was, and whatever her game she had really got me. From that day on my sexual fantasies focused on her.
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