Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 08:10:52 -0400
From: Mary R <mary2691@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mary's First Orgasm and Sexual Experience

Mary's First Orgasm and Sexual Experience

(The real and uncensored version)


When I was about 8 years old, I had often found myself waking from my sleep,
lying on my side, with a pillow between my legs and against myself.  I did
not think much of it, but sometimes it would be moist and the scent was how
my private place would sometimes have, in mornings before I bathed.

One evening, while my parents were away, my babysitter came in to check on
me.  She seemed to have noticed that my pillow had moved from the head of
the bed and was being kind to move it and place it back at the head of the
bed.  She did not realize at the time that under the rest of the sheets the
pillow was between my legs.  This awoke me, but seeing her and half asleep I
thought, she was tucking me in better.

It was when she commented an apology of "I am sorry", that I woke to
politely find why she was saying that.  She said that she did not mean to
embarrass or me, but was just moving my pillow to the head of the bed.  I
was confused; she must have seen that on my waking face.  She said she was
sorry to bother me when I was having a private moment for myself.

I told her I was sleeping and was not sure what she was saying.  Betty went
on to mention that she thought I was using the pillow to enjoy myself.  I
was still not sure of what she was talking about.  Betty started to realize
this also.

She boldly commented that she thought I was masturbating.  I had never heard
this word permissibly used before, my strict parents and catholic upbringing
sheltered me.  "Now I am embarrassed," Betty commented, "It seems your
parents have not been sharing your growing up with you".  Betty asked, "Has
your Mother discussed anything with you about being a women or intimate
pleasures of being a girl"?

After my appearance to her of shame I told her my mother did not speak to me
of such things, only a dreaded curse each month.  Betty sat next to me on
the bed and held me in a comforting way.  "I think it is time someone did,
would you mind talking to me and I will tell you about yourself?"

This was the first of many intoxicating evenings of pleasure that followed.
My head was so full of everything I was drinking into all my senses.  My
body was tingling at what I have found to be my intimate spots.  Betty was a
very nice woman, daughter of my parent's friends who had recently graduated
from College.  I was not afraid or nervous as she pulling her nightgown off
and asked if I would do the same.  Her body was magnificent, and looked
similar to mine as we were both blond, yet she had become accustomed to
shaving down there.

She felt the best idea was just to show me what she does to have a good
feeling all over her body and I would learn as I copied her.  As we lay on
pillows propping us up to view the rest of ourselves she started to feel her
breasts commenting for me to find places on my body that made me feel good
and showing me what made her feel good.

I did like cupping my small breasts when bathing, but never thought of
caressing my hand up and squeezing my nipple.  God that felt good.  Without
being cold, my nipple became tight and firm, sending a nice tickling feeling
down inside myself.

As her right hand slide down her stomach, she stopped to make circular
motions below her belly button as her back ached, her other hand squeeze
firmly on her breast sliding up to pinch her nipples hard, and her parting
legs tensed almost shaking.  I understood that feeling inside as I did the
same as Betty.

Following behind her motions, she mentioned how nice and soft her lips of
her kitty where.  When I found my softness, I was wet there; I thought I was
peeing without control, but inside myself.  In a very shy voice, I mentioned
this to Betty; she even smiled in a very kind way of encouraging me to ask
anything, as she explained it was a very normal feeling because it was my
feminine reaction to being sexually excited.  She said these fluids from
excitement are like those when kissing another and can be shared.  Her hand
went further between her legs almost reaching, and then she brought her hand
up to her mouth with pointed finger.  In a soft teaching tone of her voice
she continued these fluids of excitement have the sensual smell of us.  The
taste is exciting also, as she slide her finger between her kissing lips and
seemed to suck her taste while withdrawing her finger from her mouth, there
was not a popping sound only a smile as she looked into my eyes with
assurance that all was fine.

She returned her hand to her kitty, explaining for me to softly rub around
my lips, the puffy, swelling I felt of myself meat that I was doing it just
right.  As I continue to lightly rub my lips, they parted; the feeling
seemed to invite my fingers into myself.  I started to feel a stronger
sensitivity at the top of my lips; I had never directly wanted to touch
before, it was so tender.  This time is bravely slid my finger out of myself
and lightly dragged it up to that spot so carefully, I felt my toes start to
curl without me knowingly doing so.

Betty noticed my progress and toes; with an approval in her smile, she
tenderly shared her poetic words I will always know, "You are feeling the
heart of your soul where your passion and feelings will take you deeper
inside yourself than any other pleasant experience you will have in your
life".  Changing her voice tone, this pearl is your clitoris, which is
protected by a hood, each girls is a bit different lengths of cover, size of
their button, your hood is short than mine.  She raised herself and swung
around, comfortably exposing all her blossoming rose petals with legs
spread.  It was the first time I had ever seen any one, I had not even
examined myself this closely.  Yes, hers was after feeling mine, and looking
into her folds.  I had never considered another girl attracting me as her
kitty was.  I became more excited, not realizing my deeper motion with my
finger around my button.  Betty put her hand on her tummy and pulled up as
her button became uncovered to me, she started to lightly tap directly on
top of her pearl with the other hand, her head rolled back looking at the
ceiling she started to singing in a soft cry, I now know is ecstasy.  I kept
rolling my finger, now two around my button.  Yet, after seeing her delight
I pulled back my hood, without patients for tapping, I just rubbed myself
where I had once avoided a spot of sensitivity.

My heart was excited too, as my breathing became heavier.  I did not have to
ask about my panting, Betty chest was showing that she was breathing similar
to me.  With instructions while showing, she proceeded to bring herself near
total pleasure.  I was more mesmerized at watching her than the thrill I
could have been experiencing.

She must have sensed this as when she stopped, and told me to keep rubbing
myself between my legs, around my "button".  She moved back to laying next
to me, skin to skin.  As I did, my shaking and rocking while rubbing, I had
slid down from the propped pillows and was looking up at her eyes, as she
looked back into mine with kindness from her words of reassurance calming me
with confidence.

My contact with her eyes became obscured by her breast, it was then that I
noticed how firm her nipples were and she lost contact with my eyes.
Placing her arm around my head, to comfort me, she brought me closer to
cuddle against her warm and soft skin.  My head was against her breast, my
mouth close to her nipple.  I had such a desire and continued with that
thought to move just a bit as her nipple, to slip it into my mouth as I
began sucking.  I felt her hand sliding under my chin to cup her breast.  In
a milking motion of her hand, her other arm around my shoulder supporting my
suckling, I heard her soothing words that I was about to have a feeling come
over me as I had never felt before, for me to let it slowly build until I
could not hold any more of it inside of myself.  For me to use my strength
to let the pleasure keep building and I should holding on to that feeling as
long as I could.  That I was safe with me in her arms, not to be scared,
afraid or embarrassed.  When I opened myself to her, let everything inside
my heart and body out with all the beauty I have ever felt, it would be my
soul coming forth.

In an encouraging way, I became more excited, when I heard Betty assure me
that she would soon show her soul to me.  I then heard her say that
forbidden word, secretly sounded like something so prevented from my
hearing; I wanted to know more of it.  Betty said "Mary after you climax, I
will masturbate for you and open all of myself for you to see with my
orgasm."  Affirming everyone masturbates and I should not be ashamed or
embarrassed of my private pleasure of being a woman.

It must have been that innate closeness to a woman that allowed me to become
very wrapped into my own being.  I was simply lost in a new pleasure with
comfort of Betty surrounding me.  I had no idea how much time of this
wonderful feeling she helped me to hang onto with her words.  I looked into
Betty's eyes as she held me with my mouth unlatching from her nipple peaking
with so much of being a woman I could not stand any further building of the
excitement, never experienced before.  Overflowing from all my senses and
body, I exhaled with a huge crying of joy from within, A crying a song that
seemed to last for a eternity. I had my first orgasm.

After the earthquake in my body subsided, the stars around my eyes in my
head slowed as my vision to Betty's eye's returned, and my breathing became
a controlled panting.  I was some place between here and there; I had never
been but could not wait to return to again.

I focused on Betty, who had become so excite with me, that she was wrapped
in her own self-pleasure.  Seeing my conscious state, while running in
breathless words her encouragement to me, she had encouraged herself and was
waiting for me return so she could do as she promised me.  At that point,
her body became shaking and rigid, her eyes became glazed, with what I now
know is ultimate pleasure, as she looked deeply into mine.  I could almost
see inside of her as she released herself before me.  So beautiful she was
as I took in all of her singing cries, her breathing short to halting and
panting, her body withering in what I had felt to be ecstasy.  She had done
as I; she opened her soul to me.  I will never forget and look back on with
kindness and fondness of a wonderful person showing me the pleasures of
being a woman.

To this day, I will sometimes lie down and recall that wonderful experience
and the many that followed with Betty and the beautiful relationships I have
enjoyed since.  I will relax, recall and enjoy the gift that had been so
kindly given to me.

Mary2691@hotmail.com  (Please no Men)