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First Real Climax

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I recall masturbating when I was a little girl. I learned that if I lay on my tummy and pressed my crotch on a pillow or a stuffed animal, it felt good. I also would touch myself I the bath when I was covered in soap.


When I was nearing puberty my grandmother told me the facts of life as she saw them: having a period was a 'curse', that place between your legs was dirty and sex was a horrible thing that women endured, like childbirth, to earn the joy of having children.


After that I stopped touching myself for several years.


I was a late bloomer. Even at 14, in grade 8 I was small, skinny and flat chested. I could easily pass for 10 years old.


One day after school as friend and I looked at a copy of 'the Joy of Sex' her parents had. I could not think of my parents in that way. One of the drawings was of a vibrator. I did not say anything but I knew I had seen one before. When I got home I looked through the stuff under the sink in the bathroom and sure enough, in a travel kit along with an old electric razor was a vibrator.


That night I took it to my room and tried to use it but it had no batteries. The next day at school I took the batteries out of a clock in the science lab. I had never stolen anything ever before, I was sure I was going to get caught. It was all very exciting.


Later, when I was alone in my bed I put it between my legs and just squeezed down on it. At first the feeling was more like a tickle but it soon got more intense and when I hit orgasm I could not believe what was happening to me. My hips started shaking and I bit my lip to prevent myself from crying out.


I used it each night, over time I was able to slide it into my vagina and leave it deep inside me. This gave me powerful climaxes without any work.

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