I don't remember when I didn't fondle my penis. I still do, every chance I get. My first memory is of sitting in my highchair at the dining-room table with no pants on, fondling my penis. Apparently, I had wet all my pants and they were in the washer. My father was yelling at me to "Stop that." I had no idea what he was talking about, so I kept right on fondling myself. He then said that if I didn't stop, he would throw his water at me. I didn't stop, since I didn't know what he was talking about, so he threw his water at me.
As a female, I'm always intrigued to find out about the coming-of-age experiences of the opposite sex. I love the JackinWorld Biographies because not only are they sometimes a turn-on, but they provide amazing insight into men in general. Though the majority of your readership might not care about a girl's masturbation experiences, I'm willing to bet some people might find female information a little interesting for a change.
I am a 54-year-old female from the United Kingdom. I was bought up in an all-female household and went to a single-sex school. My entire sex education happened when I was 12, on the day I started my periods: My mother said to me, "Never let a boy touch you." That was it. I used to wonder why. I had never seen a man's body and certainly never seen a penis.
I am a 24-year-old woman. My first masturbation experience occurred when I was 11 or 12. It was mutual masturbation with a male friend of mine. He was the same age, and when I think of it now I realize it could be construed as something entirely different — but at the time it was purely innocent exploration. We were having a sleepover, and we kids were put in the living room in sleeping bags for the night. I was lying awake after the younger children had gone to sleep, when he asked me if I would touch his penis.
Hearing from a female and her masturbation experiences, I hope, will fuel some fires and enlighten the males on this site. My very first experience or orgasm I can remember was while playing with a male cousin of the same age. Ever since I could remember, he was always showing me his male anatomy, shaking it at me and the like. I was always very embarrassed by this and afraid we would be caught and severely punished, of course. Luckily, nothing like that ever happened. We were playing in a little fort my uncle built for him. It was dark inside, and my little brother was present.
I've read through all the past Biographies and noticed there was only one submission from a woman. I thought I'd take it upon myself to write a second.