The first time I masturbated.I had always thought that

The first time I masturbated. I had always thought that masturbation was for those and those who did not have a partner who calmed their sexual instincts, that ardor, that fever that invades you sometimes without warning and they had to let off steam himself alone. That thought was produced because since I lost my virginity I'd never had any trouble finding someone of the opposite sex, and on one occasion the same as me, to control those cravings of one or more orgasms that kill treacherous desire. My name is Sonia and I am an unemployed journalist, but I continue writing my articles and my reports for pure entertainment and as Hobby for me is documentation and research. I live in Madrid, capital from Spain. I am not very tall, I have dark eyes, skin that is neither white nor brown, and my hair is I have worn long for almost my entire life. I think nothing more about my appearance physical that can be mentioned. Well, my measurements a few years ago were 90-60-86 and I don't think they have changed much. As you can see, I am quite thin because I have almost no hips, but it doesn't worry me too much because I don't have a flat ass, rather out, raised and soft. Physical exercise has never been my strong suit and I don't like to brag about something I don't have; a hard ass and buttocks of steel. Now I am 27 years old, but almost ten years ago I discovered that masturbation is a pleasure. different from sex and can be combined perfectly. It was May and my birthday was just a few days away, the last thing I would enjoy. Many of my friends were older and already 18, which I had been anxiously waiting to fulfill for a year. He said that We were going to go celebrate at a sex shop or a movie theater to show off myself. recent coming of age. Finally the day came and we celebrated at a hamburger restaurant and Then we went to a pub in my town to have some drinks and give me some gifts. that they had bought from me. Among my friends they made two groups because if I If they all bought something together they were going to get very little money, and if they divided I would have two surprises. The first was my boyfriend, who gave me some earrings. Then I picked up one that looked like a tube with something at the end. I opened it and it was a poster of Bon Jovi, which I later released, and the film "Cross Roads", by the guys from New Jersey too. How good Jon is, although I liked him better with long hair and carded like in the '80s, but hey, I still have the same desire to make a favor. The next one, with an indefinite shape, was a teddy bear tiny, it fit in a pocket of my jacket. And I opened a square one that I didn't like They had let it open before but I didn't understand why it had three gifts from my friends when I assumed there would only be two. It was a box with another teddy bear. but this one bigger. It was yellow and identical to the other little one. I stayed looking at him and everyone started laughing. "What's wrong?" I asked. -"He hasn't realized it yet."- said a friend of mine. -"Do you realize what?"- and I noticed that I had something between my arms.-"What is this?"- I said while my friends freaked out. I took it out of his arms. It was somewhat elongated and colored red. It was a vibrator. -"But what bastards."- I said while I understood that they were laughing and I joined in the laughter - "Whose idea was that?" -"You wanted to go to a sex shop, right? Well, the mountain has gone to Muhammad."- What was really in the bear's arms was the other bear. small, not the vibrator. In mid-July I broke up with my boyfriend because he left vacation to Tenerife and he cheated on me with an Italian woman. In his absence I I hadn't hooked up with anyone even though I had the chance because I was very excited about him and when he told me about his infidelity it was because he wanted to break up or not He cared. August arrived, unbearable heat in the capital and I had no want to do anything. One afternoon I was lying in bed, around 5:00 p.m. and alone She was wearing a set of black lycra underwear, matching as always. Had sticky body, every now and then he changed position on the bed to Find the coolest part of the quilt. I noticed an itch in my groin, I scratched it and continued with my finger making invisible drawings on my panties. He ran his finger over my mountain of Venus, went up to the elastic, went down through the lips... Unintentionally, one of my thoughts led me to the idea of ​​masturbation. I had lost my virginity two days after turning 16 years old. I think it's the worst gift they've ever given me. and on top of a cretin. Despite having a fairly active sexual life, I never I had masturbated. Maybe it was because of that, but I thought I didn't. I needed it because of what it says at the beginning of the story. I put my hand under her panties and started playing with her. the hair, tangling it between my fingers. "Do I?" - I said to myself - "I never I have done it and I don't think anything will happen. I'm not a virgin and they've put penises in me, so a finger will fit perfectly and, furthermore, the thickness is more or less like that of a tampax." In the end I decided to do it. My father was working and came home around 7 if he I stayed a little longer in the workshop, my brother went to the pool in the morning with his friends and my mother would be taking a nap on the living room couch like every summer afternoon. Just in case, I went to make sure of the latter, to see If for once I was going to be awake and we'd mess around, then it would give me a lot modesty that he caught me. I was actually rubbing, so I used the tactic that my brother used: close the living room door and if someone entered the hallway with the possibility of going to his room, he heard the door opening and gave him time to put on pants and hide. I took off my restraint and lay down on the bed. I started to caress myself the breasts slowly along their contours, to pass my open hands over them barely touching the skin... I dove into my thoughts. "I have always been I liked my tits, erect, smooth, with the nipples challenging towards the heaven."- he thought -" It's a shame not to keep them like this forever without need of gyms or exercises. The gym is in the sports hall, next to the pool If I know, I'm going with my brother and his friends just to see Rafa, the lifeguard. How good it is. I'm sure he goes to the gym when they close pool." I remembered one time when a friend of mine wanted to throw me into the water and he I said to the burly lifeguard who was sitting near us: "Help me, help me Please." - and he laughed. After a few struggles and some painless kicks to my friend, he managed to throw me into the water. Rafa approached the edge of the pool, he extended his hand for me to take him and helped me out with an immense smile. I really liked that 25-year-old medical student. Was nice and the typical good guy. Since that day when I went to the pool I chatted a while with him. I don't like guys like that anymore, but when I was a teenager what I cared less about what was least visible. Without realizing it, I fell into reality, a hand caressed me belly and I saw that the other one had hard nipples and I noticed her wet panties. I got even more excited when I said: -"Let's go"- and took off my panties. I was completely naked on the bed. Masturbation was something new to me, which made it more exciting, and when I ran a hand over my pussy I I soaked. It was a different excitement that made me hot and my face was painted with growing fever of a red and reddish color. I only put the tip of a finger between the lips. -"Good. A little more."- and she was so wet that the first finger slipped almost entirely inside me. My insides were burning. The feeling feeling how as he entered he was opening my insides he made me take it out and put it back in to feel it again. I repeated the operation one more time and again again and again. I had hell in my vagina. Meanwhile, the other hand, which had ran through my belly and my mules while Rafa had smiled at me again that Later, he went straight to my clitoris, which was throbbing as if it had a life and a own heart, and that acceleration of excitement led me to insert a second finger almost without thinking about it. Suddenly a flash went through my mind: the vibrator. -"Let this exquisite pleasure for a moment? Better not. But... if the vibrator gave me more pleasure...?" - I got up. I opened the underwear drawer at the bottom of which It was hidden. I removed the batteries from the alarm clock and put them in that object of pleasure. Was it really an object of pleasure? Yes, I'm telling you. I started to insert it gently, trying not to hurt me, although it was not a thing huge. -"I'm sure Rafa has it like that."- and I imagined him on top of me. They started the movements, and my gasps and the springs of the bed base provided the soundtrack perfect. I forgot that it vibrated, I just put it in and took it out slowly and tilting the tip to shudder thanks to the blessed G-spot. I accelerated penetrations and, without wanting to, I activated the vibrator as I put it in and He served quickly with his right hand. There was no doubt, it really was an object of pleasure. With my left hand I accelerated the friction of the swollen clitoris. What I was missing for the moans to appear. He moved his hips and groin as if possessed, I couldn't silence the moans and I didn't care that my mother heard, because my degree of excitement was such that even the globs of gotelé from the ceiling made even the hairs on my pussy stand up. My heart was going to break out chest, my nipples had a tingling that I had never felt, and something began to take shape inside my belly: the orgasm. I dropped the dildo and left it embedded between my legs, inside my pussy with swollen lips that They received vibrations that made me clench my fists, contract my vagina and grit his teeth to silence a loud scream that turned into a snore serious. I came, I tensed my body, the pleasure went up my spine to the marrow, the vaginal spasms were very strong, and as the orgasm passed, these They were decreasing in intensity. When the tension in my body was disappearing in the last waves of pleasure, I put a hand to my hard clitoris and when I took it out vibrator with the other, suddenly, those waves gained momentum again and They tensed my body again in a second orgasm in a surprising way. I noticed how a torrent of flow came out of my pussy, how it watered my hair and my year. It was the first time that vaginal fluids emanated from my slit when I came. pink and slutty. After the storm calm always returns. I stayed lying on the bed, without strength, panting and with her thighs soaked with discharge and chest of sweat. After a while, I sat up after having breath again and started stand up to return the vibrator to its hiding place. Drops of flow hung from me hair and some of it hung down towards the ground. My knee gave out at the first step, a sign that the orgasms were as good as they were devastating for me and... -"Shit."- for the bed too. A large stain in the middle of the duvet revealed how well it was done for me. had passed. I touched it and it was wet. I put my panties back on and bra, I took it off and put it in the washing machine. After a while I started watching TV the living room so that when my mother woke up, I could tell her to put the washing machine on because I woke up from a nap feeling sick and vomited in bed, soaking the duvet. Nine years later I still masturbate like every woman I know appreciate your sexuality and I do it often because I don't want to know anything about the guys right now. Just being friends, they are more handsome and you don't They complain that you go out more with your friends than with them. Thanks to my masturbation sexual relations improved, achieving orgasms with ejaculation as that first time. I spent the wonderful day of my first masturbation whole with relaxation and enormous satisfaction in the body that made me feeling so good that at night, I grabbed a towel and repeated orgasms. A while later of my bestial masturbation, at 8:00 p.m. I went out to lie down in the gardens of my neighborhood with my friends and they asked me if I was going to get back with my ex-boyfriend Pepe, and I answered with a phrase that I will never forget: -"Better alone than in bad company."-