There's always a 1st time ...

[kentot]

Just thought of sharing some of my experience of first's of sorts in my life. I'm not too sure if this will interest other samsters but just giving it a go. The first I wanna share is my 1st time touching a pussy ... or should that be forced to touch one . read on to understand ... (all names are changed to protect their identities)

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As a little kid, I looked forward to visiting my grandmother’s during the school holidays. Although she stays in the east and my parents live in the west/central region of Singapore, I’ll faithfully sleep through the tiring 2 hour bus ride, of the once famed yellow colour bus no CCS8 (I guess only the older samsters will know about this bus service and give an indication of how old I am )

My aunts and uncles plus my grandparents all crammed up into a little 2-room flat. My mum would just stay for lunch and later make her way back to take care of my younger brother and will come to collect me 2-3 weeks later when the school holidays are about to end.

Next door to my grandma’s flat was a couple with 4 kids, 2 boys and 2 gals. My youngest aunt will play quite frequently with the 2 gals as they were about the same age. For easy reference, I will call the slightly older gal Olin and the younger, more prettier one (to my eyes at least) Olie. I didn’t pay much attention as most of their games will be girly by nature e.g. skipping rope, “masak-masak”, 5-stones etc. I prefer the ‘tougher’ boy games like soccer which I will play with my younger uncles and their friends in the same block. I was soon to discover though, I would thoroughly enjoy a ‘new’ game by my aunt and the 2 next door neighbour gals …

I am trying to recall exactly how young I was at that time and I am sure I couldn’t be more than 6 or 7. My aunt and the gals were like 9 or 10. Anyways, one fine afternoon, my aunt approached me and asked whether I can join her and the neighbour’s gals to play for a while. If my memory serves me right, the only people in at that time was my granny and everyone else was not around.

I guess I agreed out of boredom and as I followed her out, the 2 gals, Olie and Olin were already outside the door, waiting. I was escorted out to the walkway to where the common stairs were. On the stairs was another gal. I instantly recognize her as my aunt’s best friend. Her mother and my grandma were so close during their kampong days that they are like blood relatives. She used to join my aunt and the 2 gals to play as she lived a few blocks away. Let’s call her Sal.

As I was led up the stairs, I was still unaware what was coming or what was to be expected. Then Olin made me sit down near the top of the staircase while Olie walked all the way up. My aunt was a step or 2 below where I was sitting while Sal was at the bottom of the stairs. Looking back, now I know why they took up such positions. Olin was standing at the level where the lift landing was and hence would be able to alert to anybody coming out of the lift while Sal was keeping watch for people walking up the stairs (my grandma’s place was near the lower level).

Once they were in place, that’s where I was going to have my 1st experience. I was told to stand up while Olie took over the place I was sitting. While locking her eyes at me, she started to unbutton her jeans and unzip them. That’s where my aunt told me to put my hand inside. Being the naïve child that I was, I just did as I was told without much thought.

Once I put my hand in her jeans, a funny feeling came over me. I felt something soft yet tender. I couldn’t explain it but something was stirring in my loins. I didn’t know exactly what I was supposed to do so I just tried digging my hand deeper into Olie’s jeans till I can feel her butt. I remember my aunt asking her what she felt and Olie replying that she doesn’t know but that I keep rubbing my hand up her butt and not where she wanted it.

Just as my aunt was about to say something, Olin quickly interrupted and said somebody was coming out the lift.

[kentot]

cont ...

Olie quickly zip up her jeans but didn’t have time to button up so she just used her hands to cover. The said “interrupter” soon emerged, a young guy with some groceries. I vividly remember this scene cause Olie was giving him the “Look at what? Want to fight is it?” kind of stare while he was looking back with the “Are you guys up to some sneaky business?” kind of gaze as he walked slowly by. As I saw his legs disappeared up the stairs, it was then that I noticed that all of the girls were staring at him. That’s when my little brain put two and two together – I’m in some naughty, not-supposed-to-do thingy!

Once the guy was finally gone (which seemed like eternity), I saw the look of displeasure on Olie’s face as she was conversing something to my aunt. I don’t quite know what they were talking about but it seems that I wasn’t quite doing things right as how she wanted or expected. After some exchange of words, my aunt turned to me and told me not to push my hand all the way to Olie’s butt but instead just to put it on the “front”. I was of course puzzled by what was the actual motive of this game and what I was really supposed to do (hey, I was only a 6yr old kid!).

At this point, Sal came over and told Olie to take over her position as the lookout and let her be the one for me to touch instead. Olie agreed and Sal took her position and sat in front of me. Sal asked me to squat down in front of her while she pulled up the flare skirt she was wearing a little, exposing her thighs. She then took my hand and put it under her underwear and guided me to rub my hands up and down whatever it was that was under there. It was then my fingers felt what was like a slit. Instinctively I pushed a finger in between it. That was when Sal gave out a soft moan as her eyes were half closed (in ecstacy?)


Sorry bros. have to go as OC is back. Do comment so that I know whether I should continue or just stop here. By the way, the stories are real from my own experience and hence the reason why identities have to be protected. Hope bros understand.

[BatistaSG]

Hope this 1st time will last

[kentot]

Originally Posted by BatistaSG

Hope this 1st time will last

not quite sure what u meant by hoping it will last bro batistaSG

there will be a conclusion to this episode but nothing more came out it. subsequently, i was thinking of following it up with my 1st time having sex, my 1st CIM, my 1st FL, my 1st IRC meet-up etc ... u get the idea.

if bros express their interest i hope to continue on with the above 1st times i already have planned in my mind

[maila]

Bro K, please continue wif first time ... refreshingly innocent ..

[techienator]

great posting.. something new here.. interesting "game" too.. do continue on..

[pokeman71]

Camp here liao

[kentot]

Thanx to all bro who gv me the support asking me to continue. This is the last part of the 1st installment of my very 1st times …

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I guess at that age, I couldn’t care less why Sal moaned or what was it that I was doing to her. I was more interested in this new found ‘game’. “Why is her skin, like, feels different at where I was touching? Its like .. softer. Why is it slightly damp also? How come there’s like a hole there?” were some of the questions going through my little 6-yr old mind. The exploration continued for a few more minutes before Sal finally asked me to stop. I was too busy with my new found ‘toy’ that I was oblivious to her reactions or anything else. Or for that matter everything around me, because it was only after I took my little hand out and look around did I notice Olie, Olin and my aunt were all staring at me & Sal’s direction. It’s as if I have done a great thing (or sin, whichever way you choose to look at it ).

“How was it?” my aunt asked Sal.

“Ok ah. It was quite nice,” came her short reply as she adjusted her panties and skirt.

“I wanna try again,” Olie suddenly said as she plonked herself onto where Sal was previously sitting. “You guys keep a lookout,” she ordered to the rest of the girls.

So there I was squatting again at the staircase now facing Olie instead. She was actually the more beautiful between the 2 sisters. Sharper features. Curly hair. Long legs .. yes, even at that age, I already know how to appreciate pretty gals .. hehehe. Although secretly, I had a crush on Olin actually. As I look at Olin, standing at the top of the stairway, I can’t help admiring her cute round cheeks. Those lips, pinkish and curvy. Her hair, straight, soft and at shoulder length. Up till now, I am the still sucker for gals with sweet looks rather than outright stunning beauty. (just a side note: if bros realize, I never mentioned about her leg or boobs. That’s coz I was only interested in the face and looks of gals at that age, nothing else. It’s a different story now of course )

“Ok”. I was jolted from awake from my daydreaming by Olie’s voice. She was beckoning to me that she was ready, jeans unbuttoned and unzip. This time, I was more aware of her. I noticed her jeans were slightly drawn down, and she was pulling her panties outwards, giving me my 1st peek at what I was previously touching. It was then that it struck me : she didn’t have what I have down there!

Hers was different. It looked ugly. Where there was supposed to be skin, was what looked like a line or cut on the skin. Yet … at the same time, it looked … enticing. As if it’s calling out to you. Drawing you closer to it.

As my little hand started to reach out to it, I inadvertently pulled the panties outwards and slightly lower. Gasp! The line stretches all the way down and disappears. Where is her cuckoo?

But as soon as my fingers came into contact with it, all those questions disappeared. This time round, things were different. Where the 1st 2 times were of curiosity, this time, I was beginning to feel things … inside of me. Deep down inside. It’s difficult to describe. A sudden surge of blood and adrenalin? Heart beats faster and more irregular? Or just simply … Syiok!!??

[kentot]

Whatever it is, I was enjoying it and taking it all in. I started roving my hands up and down, sideways, diagonally … everywhere. This time, I was also more conscientious about Olie’s reaction. Her eyes were like tittering on the brink of closing, as if concentrating on something. And when my fingers again stumbled upon an opening in that line, she let out a soft “Ahh..”

I tried to be a bit bolder n pushed my finger further in.

“Esskkk…. Aaahhh …” came Olie’s response.

I continued my digging, not wanting to go too far in, lest my finger my just disappear in the abyss or get stuck. After a while, I was beginning to get bored and started to move downwards towards her butt cheeks again. This time my fingers stumbled upon another hole. Just as I was about to poke that too, Olie took my hand and place it again on the front, pushing my hands while gliding it up and down. I was surprised. It was damper than Sal’s. She let go of my hand after a while and I just continued on with the gliding motion she showed earlier. The same syiok feeling I had earlier came back as my hands rove her pussy all over again. And soon after, she too asked me to stop.

As I took a step back, I realized Olie was panting rather heavily. Her hands were rather limp covering her crotch area, as if too weak to even zip things up. I too was catching my breath but … I wanted more. I don’t know what it is but I like this feeling. And I wanted it to continue. And I know who exactly I wanted.

“Olin, wanna try?” I asked meekly while looking at her.

Half taken aback, she sheepishly shook her head. “No, no need”

“Come ah, try,” I tried to pester. “Try ah,” Sal encouraged.

“No, really … its ok.” Olin was still firm.

“Alright. That’s it then. Let’s go,” my aunt concluded.

I was a little downcast. I really wanted to feel whether Olin’s one was going to be any different from her sister. I never really got the chance. Because after that, my aunt brought me home and asked me to wash my hand. I didn’t know why but I actually took a sniff of my hand while at the washing basin before washing it. It smelt weird.

“Come, wash with salt,” my aunt ordered. Till now, I still don’t know why she asked me to use salt instead of soap or whatever else to wash it with (any bros can enlighten? ).

And that was it. The game was over … and it was never repeated. I did pester my aunt a couple of times. “Let’s play the game again. I want to play it.”

But it was a no. Everytime. Until I totally gave up asking about it anymore. Till now, whenever I recall back, I am still puzzled as to why they wanted me to do it, even for that just once. And of course, the other is the regret, somewhat, on not being to do it on Olin

[kentot]

next up ... my 1st sex

[*mentor*]

Thks for sharing,set up camp here..

[kentot]

I looked at my watch. It was showing half past eight. The whole flat was dark and silent, with the only sounds and light emitting from a small TV screen in the corner of the room. I was lying on the bed, with my black tee and silver tab jeans, eyes transfixed on the screen. But in reality, my mind was wandering … wandering to the incident that happened just a few days ago. Something that set the precedence for what was going to happen later tonight, coz I was not alone on the bed. Beside me was my then girlfriend ….

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I was 17, working at a fast food chain in Orchard area while awaiting admission to poly in June. It was there that I met my best friend, let’s call him T, on top of my very 1st girlfriend, lets call her M. M was turning 16 and wasn’t much of anything really, just average looks wise. In fact character wise, T kept pestering me to leave her for a better girl. He was right actually because she does have an awful temper and often throw bad tantrums. But I had my insecurities at that time (even till now actually ). I always told myself I wasn’t really good looking nor rich so the very fact that she was willing to have a relationship with me was good enough.

Before her, the most physical aspect I ever had with a gal was holding hands. She was the 1st gal I ever kissed. That happened 4 months into our relationship; it was under her block after a night out. Subsequently, we used to go the reservoir nearby to indulge in longer, more passionate kisses. From just kissing, things went on to the lower half of her autonomy, more specifically, her chest area. It was my first time actually seeing live with my own eyes, a girl’s breast. Before this, it was just through porn videos (yes VCR, not VCDs or DVDs ), playboy and hustler magazines etc. I was lucky in a way coz her’s was relatively big for a gal her age. Seeing became touching and it went on to fondling and subsequently sucking on her tits.

That would be our typical routine almost every weekend. Go out, eat or watch movie, leave town when it’s almost dark, go to the reservoir, kiss and fondle and then go back. Though a couple of times I tried to get my hands into her pants, she was quite adamant that things are restricted to only the upper half of her body. The max I could get was touching it on the outside (which was nothing much really since she’d be wearing jeans more often then not). Things continued this way till I was 3/4 way into my 1st year in poly.

During one of our typical outings, she made a mention that her parents will be away to KL to visit a relative. They will be leaving on a Friday and come back only on Sunday evening.

“How come you are not following?” I asked M.

“Couldn’t get leave. Short of part-timers so the full-timers have to work extra a bit while they find replacement,” came her reply. She was working at the same fast food joint still.

“Hmmm … you want me to accompany you for the night?” I asked casually. “But would only be for Friday night. I can tell my mum I would be doing some overnight study with my friends.”

M thought for a while before answering … “Ok.”

My heart skipped a beat. This would be the first time ever I’d be sleeping with a girl overnite, just the two of us. Whether anything would happen, is going to be another thing altogether …

[Noddy]

Bro kentot, pls more.....dont stop

[kentot]

Originally Posted by Noddy

Bro kentot, pls more.....dont stop

thanx for the support bro noddy. but this thing take time coz need to recall and word them and these things happened like almost 20 yrs back ...

old already lah

[kentot]

The fateful Friday finally arrived. I made arrangements with her to meet me at the interchange after I finished classes and M, her work. We packed dinner before making our way to her place. I had to let her go in first while I stood at the staircase and wait for the all clear signal from her before tip toeing silently but briskly to her door and straight into the flat, lest we aroused the suspicions of the next door neighbours.

We unpacked the food, switched on the TV in the main hall and had our dinner. With dinner finished, I proceeded to play the Nintendo console while she watched TV on the sofa. Soon after, M said that she was tired and wanted to lie down while watching TV. The only place with both those things would be her parent’s room. I quickly volunteered to accompany her, though she initially insisted it was ok and that I should continue playing the games. After I persisted, she told me it’s my wish and that I needed to switch of all the lights so that neighbours would not suspect anything, as she sashayed into her parents’ room, opposite of hers. I gladly gave up the console and switched of all the lights, knowing fully well, if things were right, I could very well be losing my virginity tonight … in that very room M was going into.

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A slight chuckle from M awoke me from my wandering thought. She was laughing because of a rather funny gag in The Ra-Ra show on TV with Koh Chieng Mun and Kumar in the stint. Though rather dim, I could still make out the silhouette of M’s body. It wasn’t really a model’s figure but enough curves at the right places though she did have a slight tummy. This was the 1st time I actually seeing M lying down, since most of the time we were only intimate while sitting at the benches around the reservoirs. Her twin peaks were more obvious now, peeking out from under her green t-shirt. That sight was enough to stir the lust in my loins. Slowly, I placed my hands on her stomach.

No reaction.

I began to slowly move upwards … slowly … slowly … till I reach the bottom of her breast and carefully began cupping them. M’s eyes were still transfixed on the TV, giggling and laughing every now and then at the antics. Feeling bolder, I remove my hands and went back down to her stomach again but this time, I slipped my hand underneath her t-shirt. Again, I moved my hand slowly till I can feel her bra, went further up till I can feel the skin of the top part of her right boob, and then slowly inserted a finger inside. Initially, I felt the slight bumps of her areola, subsequently, hitting her nipple, and started flicking her nipple as sensuously as I could. M’s previous sounds of laughter were now replaced by silence. Mouth slightly agape, her eyelids were slightly closed but she still maintained her face angled at the TV screen.

“It’s now or never.” I thought to myself as continued caressing her nipple and moved on to grabbing her whole breast in my hand.

Sensing no resistance, I quickly removed my hand and lifted her t-shirt and pulled it over her head exposing her brown coloured bra. Instinctively, I pushed my hands under her back and tried unhooking her clasp which I managed to do after 2-3 tries. Of came the bra, and there, in full glory, I set my eyes through whatever little illumination, M’s breast which all this while I only manage to fondle in the darkness of the reservoir bench. Like a doctor examining his patient, I was taking in every minute detail; the shape, the colour, the size. And when the lust started to build up, my mouth engulf it in one single scoop, sucking and twirling my tongue around it while my other hands grapple and grope her other breast.

“Ahhhh … don’t suck too hard,” M muffled in between what I thought was pleasure. Her eyes were now totally shut, concentrating I guess on the feelings of what I was doing to her boobs. My desire has now totally engulfed me. I was on a mission. And I was resolute it’s going to happen.