I began to think she was not coming when she walked around the corner and to my surprise walked toward the men's toilet instead of toward me. We met behind it and I asked if she wanted to go in.
She said yes so I made sure that the building was empty, and as there was nobody near, we sneaked into a cubicle. I turned around to lock the door and when I turned back, to my delight she had already taken off her shorts and was removing her panties. Again I helped her to climb up on the seat and this time when I started to touch her gently, she took hold of my wrist with both her hands and pressed my hand harder into her groin.
Of course I cooperated and she seemed to get quite excited by it and I have to confess that I was in seventh heaven. I did manage to persuade her to play with my penis but she really seemed to prefer me touching her.
After that occasion, whenever we met, she always wanted me to “play” with her, regardless of where we were, or what we were doing. Her enthusiasm was such that at times it caused a near disaster and in fact, I can remember one occasion I went to see her older brother at their home and happened to meet her in her father's garage/workshop. Her father was working in a room only few feet away, but before I realized what was happening, she had lifted her dress and was going to remove her panties. I was fortunately able to stop her or I may have been in serious trouble.
This pretty young girl was most unusual in that she seemed to derive a huge amount of pleasure from our juvenile sexual contacts. I don't think she ever had an orgasm but she certainly seemed to enjoy the contact. I have to say that I don't remember any other girl since who derived so much enjoyment from my “activities. These contacts continued for most of that year and I managed to find an opportunity every week or so to take her to the Toilet or into a nearby clump of trees that provided some privacy. At times she would come and seek me out and on the rare occasion when I was not free she seemed quite disappointed. Regrettably after about 10 months, she suddenly lost interest and no longer wanted to play my “games.”
I was totally devastated at loosing that playmate, so I set out to try and interest her twin sister. One afternoon my parents and two brothers were away for the day and as I was home alone, so I walked around the corner and invited back to my house to play. She came a little later and I we played for a while until I eventually I “popped the question.” To my great disappointment I found that unlike her twin sister, she was not the slightest bit interested, despite my best efforts to get her to cooperate. I tried all sorts of inducements, but the only thing she would permit in the end was to briefly touch her genitals through her panties. I never did understand why one sister was so agreeable when the other was not.
I have vague recollections that there were quite a number of minor incidents after this that I cannot recall in detail, but the next major event that I can remember was when I was about nine or ten when I went to visit a friend after school.
At this point, I will apologize in advance if the following description seems a bit clinical but it is this very thing that makes it remain so vividly in my memory.
Arriving at my friend's house, I was met at the door by a very excited boy who told that he and his older sister-who was probably about 13 or 14-had been playing “Doctors and Nurses” and that he had just found that his sister had two holes. I was most interested and as we went to his bedroom and as I walked through the door, I was very totally surprised to see that I was looking at his sisters exposed genitals only six feet away.
She was completely naked, and was lying sideways on the bed with her knees drawn up and her legs spread very widely apart. This allowed excellent access and enabled us to examine her genitals in greater detail that any girl I had seen before.
We stood beside the bed and had a marvelous time with our noses almost in her vagina inspecting it in very minute detail. The thing I noticed immediately and can remember most vividly was that this strange unexplained hole was extremely wet. We still had no idea what this hole was for, but we took turns playing with her. I got a huge amount of enjoyment from rubbing her “slit” and inserting our finger's in her “hole,” although one finger at a time was all she would allow. 1
1 In those years, few children had any knowledge of the names for the parts of the female genitals and I had certainly never heard of a hymen. The overriding memory I have is that, to my young eyes her “hole” (vagina) seemed huge, and I presume that if she had ever had a hymen, somewhere she had lost it. Her brother and I were able to see deep inside her Vagina and insert a finger with no resistance at all. My main overriding memory of this was that her vagina wasverywet and as her tummy rose and fell as she breathed, her vagina blew little bubbles. This may sound odd I know, but it is these odd things are what memories are made of.
I would tickle her “bump” with my finger while my friend would work his finger in and out of this “hole” then we would swap over.
I must have been very sexually excited but I cannot remember what I did about it, nor can I remember if she climaxed or not.
After about 40 minutes she wanted to go to the toilet and to our huge disappointment she came back dressed so our fun was over.
On several later occasions her brother and I tried to persuade her to repeat the experience but to no avail. About six months later they moved to another section of town and I lost touch with them.
Terence Fitzbancroft
Memoir of a Young Gentleman Pervert
Middle School Years
Over the fifteen-year time period that I talk about here, there have been many dozens of occasions where I had relations with young girls.
Most were a single brief encounter, but each of these described here had something unusual about them that made them stay in my memory while the rest are just vague shadows. However, all followed a similar pattern. I would meet a girl somewhere and something about her would make me think she may be amenable. I would very carefully make suggestions and, if agreeable find a secluded location (often, public toilets or within dense clumps of bushes) and pull down her panties. I would then fondle her genitals and she may (or may not) do the same to me, although I don't ever remember masturbating in front of a girl until much later.
More often than not, I would never see her again I find it interesting to recall how easy some girls were to persuade to participate in my “games” and how difficult (or impossible) others were. Thinking back, it seems that I must have been the local neighborhood “sex fiend.” My two brothers never showed any such tendency that I was aware of, and I frequently wonder what made me the way I am. At one time or another I must have tried to have my “way” with every girl nearby and while some were successful, most were not.
About a year after this, our family went on a 300-mile bus drive to visit one of my mother's old school friends in another city. This family had two daughters that had been placed in one bedroom while my brothers and I share one across the hall. On the second day as my brothers were playing outside and our parents were busy in another part of the house, it was not long before I was in their bedroom and tentatively making suggestions. The older one was not at all interested, but the younger girl certainly was. I can remember sitting on her bed, and pulling the crotch of her panties to one side while I gently rubbed her “slit”. While the older sister apparently disapproved, she still sat on her bad and watched what I did with a great deal of interest. She never “told on us” which was rather puzzling when I think about it now.