My first taste of pussey.

I was 10 years old, a few months from turning 11. Every evening I would walk up to the diner at the top of the hill from where I lived for a burger. I would take the alley behind our house to the top of the hill, then cross the street into a vacant lot that was mostly woods. The path through the woods ended at the parking lot behind the diner. It was the last full week of summer vacation from school. My grandmother, who was raising me had taken me shopping for school supplies, so I was a little later than normal heading up the hill. This was 1961, and our neighborhood was a safe, and quiet one, no-one locked their doors. Although it was now dark, my grandmother surprised me by handing me a quarter for my burger. “Be back before 10 o’clock”, she said as I walked out the back door. My uncle John was picking me up at 11o’clock to go night fishing. I was antsy to go, so I hurried up the alley.

I was a skinny kid, and walked light on my feet, an adult cousin had taught me this while deer hunting. The woods were almost pitch black when I got there. I stood there trying to decide whether to go through, or go around the gas station on the corner, when I heard a wimper, then a moan. I had heard a simular sound one time when I walked in on my oldest sister Marie, and her husband having sex. I entered the path, staying close to one side to avoid the tiny trickles of moonlight that shown onto the path. The entire path is only about a hundred feet long, and almost straight. About thirty feet in the sounds were getting close enough for me to figure out exactly where they were coming from. Several of the guys my age in the neighborhood had built a small fort about ten feet square in the woods. We had more rain than usual that August, so the ground was not dry enough for me to be heard moving closer.

Ahhheeee, umahhheee, ahaa ahaa ahaaaahhhhhhhhhhhAAAAAAHHHH. I was looking in through one of the gunports we built into the wall, straight at Sandy’s pussy, with a guy who worked at the gas station’s toungue attatched to it. Sandy, a high school girl who lived about a half of a block from me was pumping her pussy for all it was worth into Sonny’s face. She had hold of her legs by the backs of her knees with the inside of her elbows, while Sonny was pinching her nipples, and licking away. I had never seen anything like that, so I took off down to the diner.
I must of been realy redfaced when I ran in through the door. Maggie, the waitress came running over grabbing me to see what was wrong. She knew that I had asthma, and thought I was having an attack. “Tommy, whats wrong with you boy? Betty, bring me a mug of root beer, we gotta get this boy cooled off, he’s as hot as your grill back there. What happened?” Betty, the cook brought the frosted mug of rootbeer. They finally calmed down enough for me to tell them what I had seen. Maggie went out the back door, and was gone for fifteen minutes. When she came back I could barely hear what she was whispering to Betty. “Betty, my god that Sonny over at the shell station has a cock on him. Sandy down the street was giving him one hellofa blowjob. He kept begging to fuck her, but she kept shaking her head no, while at the same time jacking him off with BOTH hands, and not letting go of his cock with her mouth, her head a bobbing up and down like a piston, a slurping and squishing louder than his moaning. I couldn’t take it any longer, I had to diddle myself, that one was a good one, the best I’ve done in a while, OOOH Betty. That Sonny sounds like he can eat some pussey too, I’m gonna have to strap him on one time, and I ain’t gonna say no to anything.” Betty, laughing, looked down at Maggie’s legs and said loud enough for me to hear,”I bet you will, that damn sure must have been a good one, it’s running down your leg like a river”. I bent over to look at Maggie’s legs, but she reached over and pushed my face back up. I had caught a glimpse of Maggie’s panties when she got down to hold me when I first came in, they were now in her dress pocket. I looked at the clock, it was time for to get home. I heard Maggie say to Betty, “Oh shit Betty, I just gave that boy his first sniff of pussy”. “How’s that?” Betty asked. ” when I pushed his grinning little face back away from me, I used the hand that I diddled with. I didn’t care about him seeing anything running down my leg, but I took my panties off up there in the woods, and you know how this unform bulges out between the buttons sometimes, and that boy might have seen my pussy.” So that is what that smell was I grinned to myself and was off back down the hill. They were gone when I walked back past the fort, which I immidiately renamed “Fort Diddle”.

I was now more determaned than ever to figure this sex thing out. I had been playing touchy-feely with every girl in my neighborhood that would. Most did because they were just as curious as I was about sex. They had either heard their parents having sex, or like me caught someone. So when I asked one girl if I could lick her pussy, she slapped me and said that I was sick. I was going to have to figure something else out.

I thought that Maggie was a pretty hip person, and told her so several times. She never talked down to me when we had a serious conversation, like the time we talked about my oldest sister getting pregnant at sixteen. Maggie had tried to help me to understand that sometimes the body won’t listen to the mind, and common sense. She told me that allot of what she was saying may not realy make any sense to me until I got a little older, and had experienced what it was like to be horny. So one day on my way home form school I ran into Maggie while she was getting gas. She seemed to have her mind somewhere else, and kept looking around the station. So finally I said to her, “he ain’t here today”. “Who ain’t here” she answered. “Sonny, the guy you wanted to strap on, what ever that means” I said. She turned beet red, and said in an angry voice, as she looked around to see if anyone was close, “boy, get in that car, we need to talk”. The tone of her voice, and the look on her face took me aback a little, so I silently did as I was told. “Have you said anything about any of this to ANYONE”, she asked. I told her that no I had not. This calmed her down. “You want a rootbeer?” she asked with a smile. She got herself a coke, and me a rootbeer out of the pop machine, and pulled her car around back of the diner to where she always parked when she worked.