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Originally Posted by
UncleHasBeen
Here comes another weird question.
Ivy asked, “U want to touch it now or we do it in the bathroom.”
And she did that with an obvious grin.
Those that u know has another hidden meaning behind it.
Those grins we all know now that means things are heating up kind of grin.
Then true to my usual dumbass self all I could utter out in reply was, “Ok”.
Ivy laughed louder.
She gestured and said, “Come lah, don’t waste time and let’s get clean up first.”
Again I was confused.
I understood the whole sentence until the word ‘first’ ended it.
So what was going to come later then?
My apologies for the delay.
This was where i left off
The following was my very scene in Ivy’s bathroom with her in nude together.
Standing there in full nude both of us in that small bathroom, a first.
Our first, my first of many to come.
Her place has a heater installed.
It was considered uncommon in those days in housing like ours.
As a naïve 11-year-old, I perceived that as a status of wealth or at least better off than my family.
Later it I would discovered that there were a lot of illicit activities that Ivy’s BF has gotten involved in to obtain excess money.
So I stood there, in awe of the heater with shower head.
That to me was progress, advancement and technology.
I was impressed in the bathroom!
Ivy stood there, tied her hair up.
Switched on the heater and looked at me with a smile.
There were so many moments I swear she looked like someone u could bring home to your parents.
It has been 40 years since, and I still remember her smile, her looks.
She looked at my erected dick, smiled at me.
Then turned on the shower head and sprinkled some water on my chest.
Slowly she turned it up and showered my entire torso. She literally bathed me.
I felt her touch all over my body, just my torso then.
Stopped and she worked the soap into a lather and started to work it more into a lather on my body.
She did all that smiling away and I absolutely love the way she looked while doing all that.
When my torso was fully lathered, she went down to my lower limbs.
There was a stool like most household in that era where that was kept for doing laundry with the washboard.
She sat on the stool and lathered my legs.
I stood so close to her, my dick kept brushing to top of her head and hair while she lathered my legs.
She didn’t mind at all.
I was ticklish as hell and again my dick went on a higher notch on the erection gear.
Ivy slowly lathered my legs, upwards.
At first, I felt ticklish from my dick brushing onto her head and hair as she was seated on the stool.
Now with her lathering motion on my legs, it was ticklish in double fold.
I could literally feel my dick was going to explode from all the tickling.
As her hands worked up to my thighs, she motioned me to stand slightly apart, spread my legs more.
Then she purposely applied more pressure at my groin area and inner thighs.
More like massaging with the lather effect on.
I was feeling so ticklish and trying not to show it, I could shoot off stream of semen from my dick and cause a dent on the wall.
Ivy knew what she was doing and how it would affect me, she knew the game too well.
Her hands slowly then met at my dick, full of lather.
She looked up at me, smiled.
And worked the full length of my dick into a lather too.
For the first time, the foreskin of my dick was pulled back slowly all the way revealing the raw rod.
It was a very uncomfortable feeling and I thought she was going to peel it off and I was too proud, too shy and too afraid to stop her.
I literally let her do whatever the fuck she wanted.
I have never yanked my foreskin back all the way before that on my own.
Basically, at that age, my parents have not told me how to ‘clean myself properly’.
So, there I was, got my foreskin pulled back liked as if it is normal by a total stranger who was 13 years my senior of the opposite sex.
Let’s just paused here for a second.
What I just shared happened to a lot of kids even today.
Molest then rape.
When we read about it in the news, we always think that the kids should have run away, call for help or say no.
I was at that position.
Of course, I have myself to blamed, maybe.
But from what had happened to me, I totally get why kids kept quiet despite being repeatedly molest or raped.
And I know too well why the kids did not stop the perpetrators immediately, I know.
More than half the time, the kids like myself still trusted the adults to know and to do the right thing.
Anyway, back to this.
Ivy cleaned the flesh of my dick that was exposed when the foreskin was pulled back.
Then she stroked my dick for a bit.
I was so relieved that the pulling of foreskin part was over.
As she was stroking my dick in a slow and gentle way she told me she has to prepare my dick so that it will become bigger and stronger in the future.
I was dumbfounded.
I asked if the action must be repeated daily and she replied that after one day, I will feel any discomfort at all.
She was right.
What was about to happen will make the tension of my foreskin on my dick to loosen up.
She looked at my dick covered in lather, seemed pleased and stood up.
And while my whole body was covered in lather, she handed me the bar of soap and told me to do exactly what she did on me.
She started to give out instructions.
I wet her torso with water.
Now, this would be the first time I get see her breast; nipples up close.
She instructed me to wet her lower limbs.
Then she pushed the stool towards me and told me to sit down and work her legs with lather from the bottom first.
As a 11-year-old kid, pride and ego was everything I knew and thought it was my reason of existence.
So I did what she told and I put on a strong front.
Almost like someone who knew what to do, like a pro
I was a fucking wreck.
I have no idea what I was doing except to mimic her actions when she was lathering me.
And I started to work her ankle into a lather and work my way up, one leg at a time.
I lathered upwards from the ankle to her knee and that was the moment I heard her moan for the first time.
I didn’t know that sound she made was a moan, but I did know it was not a sound resulted from pain but pleasure.
As I said, my pride and ego was everything and if there was any chance for me to show Ivy that I am a big boy and that I knew what I was doing, I’d do it.
With that moan, I continue to linger at her knees just to hear her moan again.
And she did.
I noticed whenever I touched the back of her knee, her body quivered a little and she let out a soft sigh.
Since she seemed to enjoy it so I thought I lingered at that part longer.
Boy I was wrong.
Ivy asked me to move my hands upward quicker.
And I thought she liked it that way.
Then she took a step closer to me.
So close I swear I could smell her pussy for the first time.
That was the first time I noticed how a pussy smell like.
She was literally so close to me I have my whole face just inches away from her bush.
Again, she asked me to move my hands upward.
I sat there on the stool, naked drenched in lather.
Sitting with my face almost touching Ivy’s pubes, massaging her leg.
Then Ivy placed her leg which was already lathered just over my shoulder and rest it on the bathroom pipes which was against the wall.
It looked like she just had one of her leg rested on a pipe while I sat right in front of her pussy and my shoulder was just below the leg that she placed on the pipe.
Then she went on and said, “my knees are cleaned enough. I am waiting for u to clean this area”.
She pointed to her groin and then slowly slide across her pussy.
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Originally Posted by
yang punk
Unclehasbeen, you were very lucky to have gotten yourself such a sexy sex teacher at 11 years old. Every boy’s wet dream to have such a fortune!
Myself just had to go through the journey of self discovery and exploration and comparing penis with Neighbourhood playmates up in the privacy of a mango tree. The only adventure I had was during kindergarten days with a slightly older granddaughter of my grandmother’s Friend who came visiting and we played masak masak under the bed and at her instigation injected her ‘sick’ pussy with a toothpick!
Also learnt to masturbate during pre puberty days experiencing dry ejeculation until one day when surprisingly fluid came out. Then discovered the inconvenience of hiding the stain of dried sperm on my pyjamas. Discovered that by pinching the peehole and pushing the sperm back into the sperm sac could temporarily solve the problem. But not always as during the night it could still leak out.
Of course experienced the usual curiosity of want to peep at The Maid when she took her afternoon bath. By lying on the floor peeping thru the gap below the decayed wooden bathroom door could see her pussy as she squatted to wash her clothes until she got wise and used pails to block the hole.
Had to strongly control the urge to touch sister’s boobs as she slept as we shared the same room.
So just considered yourself damned lucky to be the ‘victim’ of a adult syt sexual groomer!
My childhood gang all thought so too that i was lucky.
For a while i did too.
But in reality, this messed up my sex life big time.
Due to this early age of ‘grooming’, i never had wet dreams before.
Heard so much among the boys at the later years but nada for me.
Self exploratory and discovery was non existence to me when it comes to sex.
During my secondary school days, i had plowed quite a lot of virgin pussies and i did not understand the hype about it.
Dont understand because they performed way below my expectations.
In fact i was frustrated that i already had the best sex when i was 11!
The years into adolescent then to yound adulthood was blurry.
Until i met a girl who was not a virgin, she was 19 and me, 17 then.
That was my first taste of consensual and mutually enjoyable sex.