My first time was a violent intrusion, at an age when girls are still unaware of the hidden pleasure between our legs, in truth I had never really tho...ght about it, and right up until my first menstrual cycle, I never tried to hide myself from prying eyes, had I known then, what I know now, I would have worn panties, instead of sitting cross-legged in front of men, blissfully unaware of what I was doing to their thought processes.'Your not the shy type, are you Mariel', he asked me as I sat in. When I was twelve I passed the summer at my grandparents house in the country. I used to pass the day doing my homeworks and reading books. Nearby lived my aunt with my cousin. One day my cousin came to visit my grandma and we played in her big garden. She was 14 at that time and she looked gorgeous with red hair and pale skin. We was playing as I said and all of a sudden she told me she had to pee. We was deep in the wood and there was nobody around so I told her to do it there. She looked at. Both girls were quiet and shy, with a habit of giggling softly to each other. Nevertheless, each took an interest in one of Ben's cocks. First they looked, then they pointed, then touched with a fingertip.Our teacher was Maharishi, who bristled at the word guru and called herself a mentor instead. That day she wore a loosely-wrapped sari with her hair tied in a bun. She had three jewels embedded in her forehead, many elaborate earrings, and a nose ring.Maharishi activated the video projector. There was a big area with a large sky blue vinyl sheet (though by the end guys were doing it anywhere) – also a couple of smaller rooms with slings.A lot of the guys there were completely naked – but quite a few like me in briefs or jockstraps also some in jeans etc. Most of the guys there were older than me – though a few twinks – there was a really friendly atmosphere. At the start guys mostly stood around drinking and talking – I think I was one of the first to start pissing.I was talking.