Early masturbating 8

I don’t remember when I started masturbating, but I think it was one of my friends who turned me onto it.  We were pretty young, maybe 8 or 9 or 10, and we were playing dress up in her room, as usual.  I remember she started getting boobs much earlier than the rest of us, and her mom had bought her a bra.  How exciting!!!!!!  I remember her breasts being tan, round and perky, with dark nipples.  At some point, she put on a soundtrack to some early 90s romantic comedy and she suggested we act out the scene from the movie.  This meant one of us was the man and one of us was the woman.  It began with a slow dance until she pressed herself against me and started rubbing her hips on mine.  We had been friends for a long time, and I trusted her, and all I remember thinking was that it felt reeeeeeally good.  We didn’t kiss, but her hands went everywhere, and mine went to her boobs before they went anywhere else.  Eventually she pushed me playfully onto the bed and we started rubbing and humping in time with the music, our pussies so eager for this new experience, our hands on each other’s chests.  This became a habit for years.  I remember wanting to go to her house exclusively, over all of my other friends, so that we could play around like that.  The game changed a lot, but eventually the ritual became some sort of slow-dance between two people, then the touching, rubbing, and then we would get into her bed and undress each other fiercely.

I remember not knowing what an orgasm was, but eventually I learned how to do it myself.  We had so many of them that I didn’t want to masturbate when I was alone because it was so hot to do it with her, but sometimes I wanted the rush so I started touching myself and using stuffed animals, pretending they were her.

I have a distinct memory of her being on top of me, under her covers.  Her hands were squeezing my boobs and my hands were behind her butt, pulling her toward me so we would thrust at each other at the same time.  She usually had an orgasm before I did; I could tell because she would rub on me really hard suddenly, saying, “Yeah, yeah, don’t stop,” and then, with one final push of her clothed pussy onto my throbbing clit, in my polka-dotted underwear, she would grunt and grind hard.  This time, I remember her collapsing onto me, her hands still on my boobs, and saying quietly, “That’s enough. That’s enough,” but I wasn’t quite finished.  I continued to push onto her, and she allowed me to keep pulling and pushing her pussy away from mine until I came too.

I found out that she had been doing this with another of our friends, so sometimes we would take turns with each other; role-playing things like “honeymoon,” where two people would be in bed, humping, because they were on their honeymoon. Then the wife would go to the bathroom and the hotel maid would come in and hump the husband for awhile. It was always best to be the husband… twice the action.

Other times, she taught me a lot about masturbation.  Sometimes we would watch each other tease our clits through our underwear and when we couldn’t stand it anymore we would hop in bed and rub together.

I don’t remember when I started masturbating, but I think it was one of my friends who turned me onto it.  We were pretty young, maybe 8 or 9 or 10, and we were playing dress up in her room, as usual.  I remember she started getting boobs much earlier than the rest of us, and her mom had bought her a bra.  How exciting!!!!!! I remember her breasts being tan, round and perky, with dark nipples.  At some point, she put on a soundtrack to some early 90s romantic comedy and she suggested we act out the scene from the movie.  This meant one of us was the man and one of us was the woman.  It began with a slow dance until she pressed herself against me and started rubbing her hips on mine.  We had been friends for a long time, and I trusted her, and all I remember thinking was that it felt reeeeeeally good.  We didn’t kiss, but her hands went everywhere, and mine went to her boobs before they went anywhere else.  Eventually she pushed me playfully onto the bed and we started rubbing and humping in time with the music, our pussies so eager for this new experience, our hands on each other’s chests.  This became a habit for years.  I remember wanting to go to her house exclusively, over all of my other friends, so that we could play around like that.  The game changed a lot, but eventually the ritual became some sort of slow-dance between two people, then the touching, rubbing, and then we would get into her bed and undress each other fiercely.

I remember not knowing what an orgasm was, but eventually I learned how to do it myself.  We had so many of them that I didn’t want to masturbate when I was alone because it was so hot to do it with her, but sometimes I wanted the rush so I started touching myself and using stuffed animals, pretending they were her.

I have a distinct memory of her being on top of me, under her covers.  Her hands were squeezing my boobs and my hands were behind her butt, pulling her toward me so we would thrust at each other at the same time.  She usually had an orgasm before I did; I could tell because she would rub on me really hard suddenly, saying, “Yeah, yeah, don’t stop,” and then, with one final push of her clothed pussy onto my throbbing clit, in my polka-dotted underwear, she would grunt and grind hard.  This time, I remember her collapsing onto me, her hands still on my boobs, and saying quietly, “That’s enough. That’s enough,” but I wasn’t quite finished.  I continued to push onto her, and she allowed me to keep pulling and pushing her pussy away from mine until I came too.

I found out that she had been doing this with another of our friends, so sometimes we would take turns with each other; role-playing things like “honeymoon,” where two people would be in bed, humping, because they were on their honeymoon. Then the wife would go to the bathroom and the hotel maid would come in and hump the husband for awhile. It was always best to be the husband… twice the action.
Other times, she taught me a lot about masturbation.  Sometimes we would watch each other tease our clits through our underwear and when we couldn’t stand it anymore we would hop in bed and rub together.