Exposed, for lack of a better word, to sex since I was very young. Like most k**s growing up in the 80's, my dad had a bit of an extensive porn collec...ion. I can remember being a little k** and seeing magazines lying in my parents bedroom partially, but not very well, hidden. I was probably 10 or 11 when I "discovered" masturbation. My parents weren't home and I was watching one of dad's "collection" tapes. These were VHS' of movies, only they weren't whole movies, they were a highlights type. And a sustained, warbling hum emanatedfrom her throat.I'm not sure what made her aware that was watching, but allof a sudden, Jane opened her eyes, saw me, and let out ahigh-pitched little squeal. Her hands whisked out of theconfines of her clothes, and she folded them in her lapdemurely. "Oh, I'm so mortified," she said, "I can' believethat I got so out of control. You must think I'm horrible."Jane looked like a child who had been caught stealing candy,and she was clearly about to cry.I wanted. Go get some!”The youth reluctantly came up to me and I put my hand on his cheek and stroked his ear. He tried to smile. I pulled his head onto my chest and he gave a kind of whimper. I took his hand and put it onto my breast and he began to loosen up some. I felt down for his jean’s waistband and unclipped the waist button.His breath quickened as I ran his zip down and found his erect little cock, “Mmm, what a clever lad you are! ... are you sure your only fifteen?” I murmured to the boy.“Yes. I groaned as another spurt came out. Megan was swallowing everything I gave up. When the last spurt came out of my shaft, it felt like Megan had sucked out my soul. I was expecting the usual wave of shame to wash over me, but I felt nothing other than a strange feeling of satisfaction. I let out a happy laugh, everytime I came I would have this feeling of shame as the euphoria wore off but it seems like it was gone forever.I felt the bed dip beside me as Meg flopped down beside me. “Wow, Meg.