Enough about me.

Gillian. 

“I simply had no idea! You know how some days you feel more aware of between your legs than others? Well, I’d been like that all day.  You know, that feeling that’s like an itch, but isn’t an itch. Oh, I can’t describe it! I’d also been very wet too. Every step I took on the walk home, and I could feel my panties slipping and sliding over my, you know? Anyway, back home I just ran a bath and stripped off. I tossed everything apart from my kilt in the laundry hamper and jumped in the bath. 

I just happened to look between my legs as I got in and this milky stuff seemed to spread out in the water. I realised it was…well..you know…dried me dissolving into the hot water. I also caught the scent of it too….oddly, I quite liked it. So, I’m in the tub, water up to my neck just laying there, and again, that feeling - that itchy/non-itchy awareness. I swear, I hadn’t tried to deliberately play with myself, but somehow, my hand kept finding its way down there. My knees flopped against the sides of the bath, and as I half-dozed I felt this…feeling…like pressure, but also like needing to pee. At first, it just swelled gently, and went away when I took my hand away, but each time I touched myself, it came back faster and stronger. In the end, I figured what the hell…I’m in the bath anyway…and who hasn’t had a cheeky pee in the bath tub? So I just relaxed. But here’s the thing…I didn’t pee…at least I don’t think I did. Instead, I had my first ever orgasm! 14, and I’d cum! Wow! 

I didn’t leave it there though. That night I came four more times before I drifted off to sleep, exhausted. 

Kiera.

Oh, don’t fucking ask! What a cunt of a thing to happen to a girl! I knew how good it felt to touch myself since I was 13, but I’d never had the Big ‘O’…not even close. Oh, it felt sweet enough, but I knew I hadn’t had what other girls had told me about. So, I’m with my boyfriend and we’re making out. I was 15…I remember because it was the day after my birthday. He was a great kisser and we’d gone further than the usual touching over clothes. I had his dick in my hand for one thing, and he’d had his hands inside my bra. 

Anyway, I wasn’t ready for him to get inside my panties just yet, especially not with a naked, uncovered dick in my hand. Remember they hinted at school that if we so much as looked at a dick we’d get pregnant? Well, I was still a bit like that. He was making a pretty good job of rubbing me through my panties though. I felt great! Then something happened. It felt like when you’re standing on a station platform and a train that isn’t stopping howls through the station. It was just suddenly…there. I was cumming for the first time ever! Oh, yeah…and I was also pissing myself for the first time ever. It went all over his parents’ couch! I never let him get near me again and it finished soon after. I didn’t even dare play with myself either because I was so scared. I was 18 before I allowed myself to cum again. I never peed myself again, and I regret all the orgasms I might have had but didn’t through my self-imposed abstinence. 

Peter. 

(As I said, the school took in a few boys when the numbers started to fall. Peter was a sweetheart. I’m pretty sure he’s gay, and we girls simply treated him as one of the girls.) 

“Wow! What a question! Hmm let’s see. I was 14. I had been having a ton of unwanted and very embarrassing erections. Being a pubescent boy in among all you girls wasn’t easy. (Hmm…maybe not gay then?) I’d get erections in bed every night without fail. This particular night, I was thinking about the mechanics of sex. You put your penis inside a vagina, and move in and out. I accompanied the thought by wrapping my hand round myself and moving it back and forth. Almost immediately, I felt this rush. So I stopped. But I couldn’t leave it there….I did it again…..stopped…then again…then….there was this rush and I felt stuff coming out. Oh Anna, it went everywhere! 

The trouble is, I wasn’t in my own bed. I had done this while staying with my Aunt….a hyper-strict Catholic woman. There was even a crucifix over my bed and a holy water stoop by the bedroom door! I peeled back the duvet and…holy shit…you’ve never seen such a mess! I had cum everywhere, and you know what semen is like. You can’t just wipe it up. The more frantically I attacked it with the tissues, the more it spread. 

In the morning, there was this white, shiny stain all over the underside of the duvet and some on the bottom sheet too. I figured I was dead when she found it, but she never said a word…not at the time, nor since. Maybe she was cooler than I thought. 

Huh? What was I thinking about when I did it? Hmm…just vaginas really. I mean, the drawings in the book…I’d never seen a real one of course. (Should have looked at me during one of my many Commando days.) 

Mary

(Being a Catholic School we had a surplus of ‘Mary’s’ in the place. Some were as saintly as the Holy Mother herself….but many weren’t. This is from my friend Mary, and you need to imagine it  all said in a broad Irish accent.)

“Sure, you’ve got ter be feckin’ kidding me?”Mary giggled “I dealt with all that as my 15th birthday present to myself. Hymens! Feck RIGHT off! I’m not having one o’ THEM feckin’ up my sex life. Oh, I knew the little bastard was there. I’d felt,it and seen it in a mirror. From 15, I’d decided, I would no longer have to use pads, OR be worried about bleeding or hurting if a boy fingered me or better yet, fucked me. I had already worked out that an orgasm with something up me would feel sensational, yet here was this God’s joke in the way.

I’ve been able to make myself cum since I was 12 (lucky bitch) so getting off wasn’t a problem. But I had plans for this particular night. 

So, that night, I hopped onto my favourite porn site and got really worked up. I had a candle with me that I figured was big enough to do the job, but not so big as to make it more painful than it need be. Believe me, I was flooding down there and my right hand had been working away at my clit and I was right there….right at the point. The second I felt the cum hit me, I just jammed the candle up myself.

Did it hurt? Yes, but remember I was cumming at the time, and cumming changes your perception of things. I felt it sting, but in some way, the stinging helped the orgasm, plus, of course, there was now something up me, and that felt fabulous! 

Yeah, I bled. But mums don’t come to the conclusion that you’ve just deflowered yourself. They think it’s an unexpected period, but since I was due soon anyway. Not a word was said. Since that night, that candle become my best friend and I fucked myself with it every night….including during that time of the month. 

Celia. 

(Celia was something special. She was the daughter of two lesbians. The Mother Superior only admitted her in the hope of ‘curing’ the mothers of their sin…..some hopes. Even so, Celia was like a coin - she had two sides.)

Oh, but you should see Celia on her knees in the chapel, rosary in hand, praying fervently for…well…who knows what. She even wore a mantilla to complete the virginal image. But I’ve seen Celia on her knees for other reasons….like with a boy’s cock in her mouth. Fair play, her mums never tried to push Celia into lesbianism, and seemed quite happy when she announced she had a boyfriend. There was no attempt to sour the relationship. Celia chose John for her paramour, and from what I saw, John was one lucky guy. Here’s Celia’s story. 

My first orgasm….hmmm…well, I think I’d learned to make myself feel good on my own. My mums had even bought me a little vibrator when I turned 15 which was sweet of them. It made me feel good, but I found it a little too intense. It did, if you’ll excuse the pun, give me a nice buzz though! 

I felt horny most of the time really. I think many girls do. Fluctuating hormones as you go through your cycle means that you’re never completely free of horniness. So…let’s see now. I think that the day, ‘O’ day…yes, I’d been feeling pretty antsy all day, and like you,  I’d been having myself a little fun in double Latin on Friday afternoon. Who the fuck thought teaching a dead language for an hour and fifteen minutes last thing on a Friday was a good idea? Anyway, after, I took John into the woods….you know…the woods you cut through on your way home. 

Well, we were lying on our favourite patch of grass making out, and….well….I won’t say “He got my panties off” because that sounds like I was passive. I wanted my panties off. His cock was out, of course….difficult to suck a boy’s cock if it isn't…and then he was on top of me. I felt his cock riding on my pubic bone, which, I must say, was pretty uncomfortable, but I managed to move myself until he slipped down between my lips. All it took was for me to grab his bum and pull and he was up me. I thought it would hurt, but I didn’t feel any pain at all. 

I did feel stretched though. Deliciously stretched. And when he started to fuck me, well, I was in heaven. I knew he was scared of getting me pregnant and I knew…instinctively knew…he would try to pulll out when he came, but I’d heard about this trick. If you sink a finger into a boy’s bum, it stops him pulling out, and makes him cum! Pretty cool huh? 

I was about to cum anyway, so I can’t claim I was in total control, nor did I get my finger very deep up his bum, but whatever, it did the trick. 

Poor boy! He knelt between my legs staring at his cum dribbling out of me, terrified he’d knocked me up! What he didn’t know is that I’d been on the pill from the age of 14 to calm my horrid periods down. 

So, there it is….I came for the first time on a boy's cock that was cumming up me. Pretty cool huh? 

Emily. (Yes, my Emily)

I was 13. I remember it so clearly because I was in love….well, no…at least in lust with this utterly gorgeous girl in my class. She didn’t know I existed of course, but I worshipped the ground she walked on! She wasn’t too careful about her modesty either. There were lots of panty-flashes, and I learned the art of being able to look exactly at the right time to see her crotch and to notice whether she was…well…damp or not. On non-uniform days, (My school never had these. It could be 100 degrees, but you still wore your full uniform including jacket each and every day. Naturally, we were told that our sufferings were nothing compared to those Jesus endured on the cross for our sins, but Emily’s school had them for fundraising purposes. They paid money to not wear uniform for a day.) She would often wear these loose, baggy tops with the armholes cut really deeply…and no bra. It wasn’t a case of trying to see her titties, you couldn’t miss them. They were small, but perfect, like yours. I made damn sure I sat next to her on non-uniform days! 

The day…it…happened, I think it was also maybe non-bath/shower day for her too. She had that warm, straight-from-bed scent that I love. 

Oh, I don’t know, each lesson, in whatever classroom, I was lost in a series of desire/lust/fantasy/role-play. Oh Anna, I’d imagined so many scenarios happening from full on sex, to a quiet fiddle under the desk. A couple of times, I saw her reach under her skirt and ‘adjust’ herself, and I wondered/hoped/prayed, she was doing more than that. 

Me? Oh, you can imagine the state I was in! Sitting next to the girl of my dreams…until you, of course…I’d had the odd fiddle under the desk, and I was pretty horny by now! Very horny by now, actually. 

I remember this so clearly….she had stretched her arms forward onto the desk, giving me an uninhibited view of her right titty, complete with erect nipple and really dark areola, and she did this just as my finger found my clitty through my panties….and right there…without anything else needed, I came in my panties while watching her and inhaling her armpit sweat. Oh Anna! What a buzz! I could have had her over the desk. 

I think she knew. People widely thought I was lesbian even back then, and I got the usual shit of being called a “fucking dyke’ and all the rest of it, but as well as the orgasm, I think something else happened. I think it confirmed to me what my sexuality was. I had cum next to, and wrapped up in the aura of another girl, and it felt as natural to me as breathing. I also think she realised that I’d cum in my panties. 

It’s really odd, isn’t it, this ‘sisterhood’ thing. Even enemies will do one another the courtesy of checking the other girl’s skirt and if they saw signs of a period leaking through, they would never leave their enemy to ridicule. They’d quietly tell them. Something similar happened here too. She knew I’d cum. She knew I’d cum because I was with her, yet there was no revulsion, no disgust, only a curt acknowledgement, as if to say “well, it’s not my cup of tea, but to each their own.”

So, there you are….a few ‘first orgasm’ stories from people I know. It’s amazing really, and beautiful, how our bodies pick the exact right time to give us the ultimate pleasure. It seems to me that it happens whether or not we wish it. Our bodies have tremendous power, not only over others, but over us as well. Some things we simply can’t control. Try keeping your eyes open when you sneeze!