I had no penis, and we would look by taking a hand mirror and seeing what was down there. One day, he told me to get on the bed on my hands and knees and open my legs and we used the hand mirror to look. Of course he could look by getting behind me. I liked looking at myself like that, especially after I had taken a bath.
Although we each had a bed, at night he would call me over to sleep with him. We were twelve when we had intercourse, with full penetration. It was missionary, and we didn't talk or say a word during the whole event. We didn't tell anyone either. I was a late bloomer and didn't get my period until after that event. For the longest time I blamed him on causing me to get my period.
We were sixteen and we still had the same room, we still kept our privacy by not looking, we still slept together and we still had intercourse. By then we had talked to friends and had read up on it, and we were very careful. We used the withdrawal method. We always only had missionary sex and I performed oral sex on him. I loved oral sex and holding and exciting his penis.
Intercourse at that time was always very quiet, an intentional thing, I had my position on his bed, and he was deliberate, penetration was always the best, he thrust with care because we knew he had to pull out. When we left our grandmother's house and moved into a place of our own, we had intercourse 24/7, full, complete intercourse with full complete release, no more pulling out and ruining it for me. Of course by then I was on birth control.
We continue to have intercourse as often as we can. We tried various ways, but we are not much different than when we were slipping under the covers, a quiet, full penetration with complete release, missionary intercourse is the best. His penis continues to be my pacifier, it grows in my mind, I love holding it and I love exciting it, and I love having it in mouth, all the things that I loved to do when I was twelve.
No one was around to teach us, no one ever told us not to have sex, he was a boy and I was a girl and nature did what it did. All those years we never thought our grandmother knew that we were having intercourse. But she changed the bed, and she picked up my rolled up panties off the floor beside his bed.
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