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story 166
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my earliest memory of
my vagina is...
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about 9 or 10 while
playing with some friends. We started some
sort of game that ended up with boys looking up the girls
dresses and the girls looking in the boys trousers. It then
led to removing our pants which led onto other things. I was
certainly fascinated in boys penises, not having any brothers
of my own, even though I had seen my fathers in the bathroom
when small.
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when I was
little, my mother told me...
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all that
I needed to know about my body, about sex, about
growing up and she gave me a very good all round education.
She warned me of the dangers of becoming pregnant too young
and that boys did tend to pressurise girls into going further
than they wanted to. My father also was a great adviser and
gave me good advioce in how to handle men.
We sometimes discussed sex at meal times but from an
information perspective.
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when my friends
and I first talked about our vaginas...
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we were
all either just starting our periods, or for those who
were already experimenting with sex had started taking the
pill. I guess we must have been in our early teens by then.
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when I got
my first period...
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I was quite
relieved as it seemed a long time coming but I was
prepared for it and no accidents like some stories I read. One
day it just happened and fortunately I was home when it did
and my Mum was on hand. She was pleased for me.
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the first
time I shared my vagina with someone else...
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was quite
a special moment. I had just turned 17 and was with
a wonderful young man of about 19. We had been going out
together for several months, always very respectful, and on
one occasion we had been to a very pleasant function, a nice
meal, a few drinks and on the way home we stopped driving for
a kiss. The kisses got very passionate and I was enjoying it,
and so was he. I know we both got quite excited and were
feeling very hot which necessitated lossening some clothing or
in my case removing my jumper. I had a blouse on underneath
and felt his hands sliding over my breasts as we kissed. I was
rubbing him all round his neck and face and then I felt his
hands undoing my buttons and his hands slide inside. Then he
gently slid his fingers into my bra and all round my breasts
and nipples. It was like electricity going through me so I
moved my hand down to his groin and started rubbing round his
penis. I could feel that he was very stiff. I think my doing
that tempted him because his hand slid down to my knee and
slowly worked up my thigh towards my panties. When he got
there I felt his finger slip in under the elastic and head
slowly towards my vagina. I was quite hairy at that age and
didn't bother shaving and know he enjoying pushing his finger
through the hairs. At least he seemed to linger at that point.
Before long he had moved the panties to one side and had his
finger inside me. Thinking this was unfair I then went for his
zip and undid it and slipped my hand inside his trousers and
found the gap in his undies whereupon I pulled out his penis.
It was already wet and dripping. I rubbed the juices all over
his penis and this spurred him on to wiggle his finger inside
me. By now I was getting very lubricated. I then gave up
rubbing his penis and attempted to get to my panties, while
still kissing, and with one hand managed, with a little
dificulty, to pull them down over my thighs to my knees,
enough so I could spread my legs apart and from that moment he
had his hand in my crutch and one finger in my vagina and was
grinding my clit with the palm of his hand. It was absolutely
breathtaking. By now I was back rubbing his penis, sliding the
juices over its head and down the shaft. He told me it was
beautiful and asked me if I was enjoying it and I just
whispered 'yes'. I was getting close to orgasm and could feel
the 'pressure' rising in me and suggested he might like to rub
my clit a little more with his finger and within minutes I had
a massive 'explosion' of pleasure as my orgasm took effect,
sinking deep back into the car seat as I did so. All the while
I was rubbing him and kissing him. As he approached his orgasm
he asked me to hold the head of his penis tightly and I felt
him ejaculate the warm sticky fluids into my hand. We stayed
like this for some minutes letting our breath return and then
I had to find something to wipe my hand on. Shortly after that
I felt him slip my bra off my breasts and he then pushed his
mouth over one breast and nipple, taking time to 'suckle'. It
felt maternal in some ways, like having a baby at the breast I
guess. I could feel myself getting turned on again as he
continued to suck and took I his hand and pushed it into my
clit and before long he had me having another orgasm. Wow. In
fact I managed to have 3 in the time we were in the car.
Later he drove me home and I felt absolutely elated. I went to
bed not long after and just had to have another orgasm so
masturbated until I came once more. Not so intense as the
earlier 3. That was my first and best time. Since then it has
become more routine and commonplace and the same 'rush' isn't
there. Though I still it enjoy. I think the first is always
the most memorable. I am 32 now and living with my partner. I
had a child at 24.
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what I told/would tell
my daughter about her vagina...
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to enjoy it
and to be free and to learn to love what you have. Don't destroy yourself
for cheap sex. Find a nice person that
will share the experience with you without making you feel
cheap afterwards. I would also tell her what my mother told
me.
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this conversation
makes me think...
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back to
my first time. Though I have a great sex life now I do
find the added masturbation makes me feel in control.
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