#Growing up skipper naked skin

I seriously hoped that we were the only ones in the barn. The scene was mesmerizing and after a minute or two we both came with moans of pleasure. I sat on the other end of the hay bale, grabbed hold of my penis started pumping. As her hand moved faster her breathing quickened and she let out soft moans similar to those I made when masturbating. She proceeded to rub little circles around her clitoris and it seemed to go from pink to red and grow in size. I asked her what was there to masturbate since nothing even approximated a penis.

She showed me her lips, clit and vaginal opening. A whole new world literally opened up for me then and there. She got on one of the hay bales and spread her legs as wide as she could. She admitted that she too masturbated and while I knew how I did it I was curious how a girl could do that since she clearly had nothing like a penis to pull on. She asked if the same type of fluid would come out of my penis and I replied that over the last few years of masturbating nothing had ever come out.

#Growing up skipper naked skin

Karen commented on how soft the outer skin was compared to the hardness of the shaft.

Naturally my penis reacted, as any self-respecting penis would, and grew mightily in size by proportion from what it had been. The feeling was electrifying and sent chills up my spine. This was the first time anyone had touched my penis since my mother stopped bathing me as a child. Right then I knew I was hooked on pussies for life.Karen reached out and tentatively felt my stub. It was nothing like any of the animals we had on the farm. I was also amazed by her bald slit with her inner lips barely protruding. Karen was amazed at the differences between the bull and I as we were completely different in almost every respect. I had nothing more than a little stub of a flaccid penis and a scrotum which held my balls close to its base. Reaching agreement we both quickly stripped down to what we were born with. Having just a brother I was just as curious as she was about the opposite sex. I have never been shy about my body and I told her I would gladly show her mine but I wanted to see hers as well. Karen, only had older sisters, and was curious as to the comparison of the human vs. Not surprisingly our talk quickly turned to sex. We then went back to the barn where I was bucking hay into the loft and talked. We certainly were not stupid enough to go into the bull's enclosure so I took her to the calving barn and showed her on a cow that had recently given birth. She asked where 'his thing' went into the cow when the bull mounted her. Karen was fascinated by the scene, especially when the bull mounted the cow and was giving off sounds which can only be described as animalistic pleasure. The bull's penis was hard and extended, dripping fluid from its curving tip. Karen had never seen the cows in heat before. Once our bull was seriously horny, impregnating everything he could mount. She would often come out to the barns after school or on weekends to see what was going on. Karen, one of the neighbor girls, who had moved to the country from the city at about that time, became a very close friend. I started masturbating when growing up on a farm in central California, raising livestock, sex was never a mystery and was always close by.

My first ejaculation was one I can never forget.