Summer came, and one Saturday morning I told their mother that I was going to a local river for a swim and “would the girls like to come?” Mrs. X said “Y” (the youngest) was too young but the two older ones could go if they wished. They jumped at the chance so away we drove off and had a very pleasant morning. I was very cautious and attempted nothing for several weeks and repeated this trip to the river each Saturday for the next six or seven weekends while all the time I was trying to engineer a situation.
One Saturday, to see what the reaction would be, I had prearranged my underwear so my penis hung down the leg of the shorts that I was wearing. Of course when I got into my car, I sat so the leg of my shorts pushed up and allowed the head of my penis to protruded slightly.
After a few minutes they noticed it and giggling, said that my “THINGY” was showing. I apologized and said that I must have a hole in my underpants. They seemed to find this very funny and spent the rest of the 40-minute trip to the river talking and giggling quietly to each other. I took this to be a good sign and I frantically wracked my brains for a suitable way to get myself or the girls undressed by accident. I was a bit older now and more cautious of the brazen approach that I had used when I was younger. I was 17 and didn't think “playing Mothers and Fathers” was quite suitable.
Shortly after we arrived that day, I dived in and almost lost my swimming trunks, which immediately gave me an idea.
Hiding under the water, I loosened the ties and slid them off and, while keeping under water I hid them in the roots of a protruding tree. My idea was to pretend that I had lost them, but I would be able to “find” them later. As it turned out when I returned to retrieve them, they were not there, as they must have washed out of the tree.
Once ready, while their backs were turned I jumped and made a large splash to attract their attention. When I came up I called out that I had lost my swimsuit and would they help me look for them. They came over and I rushed around pretending to search with one hand cupped over my genitals.
Of course my hand did not stay there all the time so there were plenty of chances for the girls to see me naked. In the end I gave up and sat on the bank with a towel around me. As I was sitting on the bank hugging my knees so they was ample opportunity for the girls see under the towel if they wanted to. They kept taking sneak looks at me and seemed to find it rather amusing, as there were lots of comments and laughing whenever they looked in my direction.
Twice I said I wanted to swim and cool down so I would go for a very brief dip on the other side of a clump of overhanging trees, leaving them in the safer area downstream. I would return to where they were and resume sitting where they could see me and more importantly, see my genitals. I went know further and when they finished the swimming, we dressed and returned home.
I had some “agro” from my mother over the loss of my best swimwear, but next Saturday we returned to the river with my spare pair. When we arrived and were going to get changed, I suggested that as it was shallow, they could swim in the safe spot, but as I had quite enjoyed being nude the previous week, I would go further upstream and swim in the nude for a while.
They seemed to hesitate so I said, “Of course, do you want to join me?”
They looked at each other and nodded. So to make it easier for them, I turned my back, stripped and jumped into the river while they hesitantly removed their clothes and followed after me.
Within a few minutes they started to enjoy the experience and week after week for the rest of the summer we returned to the river to swim naked. I might add that I was always careful to wet our swimsuits before we returned home. By this stage I was now more aware that what I had been doing was wrong so I did nothing and just thoroughly enjoyed the sight of their lovely young bodies and, when swimming, playing or our hi-jinks permitted, obtained close up glimpses or accidentally touch their genitals.
Of course I tried to “engineer” these situations but all was relatively innocent at that stage.
Summer passed, winter came and went, and now it was the following summer. I was now 18 and they were 12 and 13 so I once again suggested they may like to go swimming and of course they agreed. There was only the slightest hesitancy with stripping the first time and we continued nude swimming and sunbathing for a few weeks, until one very hot day my raging hormones got the better of me.
Because of the sun, I suggested rubbing sun lotion on them, so they lay face down on their towels while I did so. I asked if they wanted to put some on their front. They asked me to do it and of course I was a “perfect gentleman” and obliged. My hand lingered passed near their genitals as I rubbed lotion on their legs and that was it, my good resolutions were gone, andhadto go further, so I lay on my towel asked them to rub lotion on my back.
They knelt on each side of me and the sight of their cute pussies a few inches from my nose was enough, and I soon had a raging 6” erection. At that stage they were unable to see it I was lying face down. When it came to the time to turn over, I hesitated and said that I had a bit of a problem, and for them to be prepared for a surprise. They looked puzzled and asked if I was ill. I said no and I turned over. Their mouths dropped open as they stared at my penis.
Of course they had seen it many times before but obviously not with an erection, so they asked, “Why has your thingy gonelike that?”
I replied that was a difficult question to answer so I started by telling them that it was called a penis and when the mans body needed to make the Penis get hard it just pumped blood into it, like blowing up a balloon. They seemed to accept that, and of course as I hoped, they then asked why did it needed to become hard. I explained that to tell them “why” it happened, I would have to tell them a bit about the male and female body.
I then said, “Before I explained, there were two things I wanted then to do to help them understand.” I said that it was important that they knew how hard a Penis got and asked them to gently squeeze it to see. A little reluctantly they did so and then I asked them to feel my testicles and tell me what they could feel. They were still hesitant but in the end did so. I explained what these round things were called and that I would tell them what they were used for later.
I explained what the parts were, and what they were for and pointed out each part of their anatomy and mine.
I then asked if they remembered their mother carrying their youngest sister in her tummy before she was born. Again they said yes, so I asked the older sister to lay down with her legs together and proceeded to trace the outline of the womb on her stomach while I explained what the womb was for and that the entrance was between her legs.
I asked her to lift and open her legs and I gently parted her young labia to show her younger sister what the hole looked like. I then had them change places so the older one could then see her younger sister's genitals. I gave a simplified explanation of how man and woman made love and why it was very necessary for the penis to go very hard so it could be put in the woman's hole. I also explained that it was the testicles that produced the “seed.” They said “it all sounded funny” but after a while they seemed to get used to the idea.
I then said that this was the physical part, but that people made love for enjoyment and that I had forgotten to mention the most enjoyable part of their body. I asked them to lay down, one on each side of me and spread their legs apart. I carefully touched their clitoris using one hand on each. They seemed to enjoy this, and after about 30 minutes of delightful activity I could contain myself no more so I finished by masturbating to show them what the “seed” was like.
The following week the oldest girl was ill and was unable to come with us. I managed to persuade the younger one to allow a bit of playing with her genitals, which she agreed to, but she refused to touch mine again. The week after, due to a lot of rain in the mountains the river was in flood and conditions never improved for the last weeks of the summer.
The following year the younger girl came out swimming but her older sibling would not. I suspect she had reached puberty and was very shy. I took the younger girl probably six or eight times, still nude swimming but she permitted nothing else. Toward the end of summer, after a gap of about a month due to river conditions, she suddenly refused to strip and insisted on wearing her swimsuit all the time.
After much prompting on my part, she admitted that she was growing hair “down there.” I tried very hard to get her to show me, but she refused and in the end she no longer wanted to come swimming. Perhaps she disliked my hints, I don't know, but for the balance of that summer I spent most of the time at the river on my own. These girls still live in town and have families of their own. I have to confess to feeling guilty and uncomfortable when I occasionally meet them face to face, although though this all occurred about 40 years ago.
Terence Fitzbancroft
Memoir of a Young Gentleman Pervert
Nineteen
The final occasion occurred in my 19th year. I was asked to “baby-sit” for a nearby family. They had two children, a girl of about 12 and a boy nearly two years younger. I had done this on several occasions before and never attempted anything. I had been told previously that the boy was to go to bed about 8:30pm, but the daughter could stay up a little later. Of course being normal siblings, he said it was not fair, so the daughter been in the habit of going to bed at the same time as him. She would wait until her younger brother had fallen asleep and then sneaking out to watch TV with me until about 9:30 or 10:00. On this occasion I was sitting on the couch and she sat on the other end facing me and put her feet on my lap and asked me to rub her feet, as they were itchy. I rubbed them for a while, very gradually moving up to massage her calves as far as the hem of her nightdress.
Up to that point she seemed to be quite enjoying the attention. I wanted to go higher so I asked: “Are you wearing any panties?”
She answered: “Yes.”
I said that they were no different to swimsuits and pushed the hem of her nightdress up past her waist.
She did not seem to be in the slightest bit worried by this so I gradually started massaging higher until I was able to massage up to her groin, although I still did not her touch anywhere under her panties. I then asked if she would like a neck massage and she agreed. I started massaging her neck, shoulders and down to her waist, which she really enjoyed. All this took some time. By then I was starting to get an erection but although her lags lay across my penis, I was unsure if she felt this or not.
As I was rubbing her upper abdomen, I asked if she would like me to go any lower, but she said “NO” and a few minutes later said it was about time she went to bed, leaving me with an erection to deal with in the normal way. I was never sure if I just misread the sign's, or if she was interested but I took too long to get to the point and by then it was too late.
About this time I got involved in a group of young men but soon realized they were into homosexual activities. I found myself on the receiving end of advances that I found very unpleasant. I was close to being raped on one occasion but I managed to avoid that by the “skin of my teeth.”
On another occasion another teenager and I indulged in some mutual masturbation but after two or three times I resisted, as I did not really enjoy it.
I also came to the attention of a couple of old men in town who used tricks to lure teenage boys to their home to molest them. I managed to extricate myself from these situations but I really think it was these events that made me realize the dangers and possible trauma to the girls of what I was doing.
Up to that stage I had justified it by saying to myself that they were always willing partners and seemed to enjoy the experience so there was nothing wrong with what I was doing and they were never hurt. About this time I resolved never to “do it” again.
Terence Fitzbancroft
Memoir of a Young Gentleman Pervert
Summer's End
Toward the end of summer that year, my trips to the river were nearing an end, when I came across a couple with three small children sunbathing in the nude. As I was nude also, we started talking and this finished up with us meeting at the same spot each weekend. They explained that they were members of a private nudist group and had just found this location.
Soon our numbers swelled up to twenty at a time as other members joined us. I thoroughly enjoyed this and the opportunities to view girl's genitals in complete safety that it presented. Autumn arrived and the river was no longer an option so we sometimes organized afternoons and evenings at member's houses.
Sometimes dressed, and sometimes nude.
These were perfectly innocent, just social functions. I found this was a way to relieve my voyeuristic and exhibitionistic tendencies, and very frequent masturbation cured the urges. I later officially joined the naturist movement and spent quite a number of happy years as a member, able to enjoy the sight of naked girls and woman without any risk. Within a few years the naturist group had formed a full club with their own private grounds.
I was quite content over this period and I also started meeting the odd girl and going to dances. Strangely, when you consider my sexual activities with young girl's, when it came too teenage women I never attempted anything. I suspect that I felt I had more control with young girls, and I was more than a bit intimidated by older ones.
I watched with some jealousy as some of my friends who were much more mature than I, pick up girls from these dances and go off to their cars for a short period, knowing full well what they were doing, but never attempting to do it myself.
In fact it was the possibly of getting girls pregnant that was a major detraction.