Author: Sailbad
Title: Violett - My First Orgasm
Part: 1 of 5
Universe: Life of Violett
Summary: A pubescent young girl's narration of her early adventures in 
the wonderful world of sex. Her faithful dog helps out.
Keywords: 1st, mastrb, beast


Violett - My First Orgasm  
By Sailbad@storiesonline.org 

My name is Violett and I'm a fit, attractive professional in my early 
forties.  I'm also a lipstick lesbian and an incurable pervert.  

I admit it.  For as long as I can remember I've had a 
fascination/preoccupation with my "taboo, wanton desires".  I recall at 
a very early age hearing the nightly tumult coming from my parents’ 
bedroom.  I don’t know why but somehow I knew he was putting his big, 
round dangly thing inside her hairy, pie-shaped nest and that it was 
intensely enjoyable for both of them.  Believe me when I say tumult, it 
was a symphony of moans, breathing, creaking, rustling and kissing.  I 
could not get it out of my mind.

My raw curiosity got me into a lot of trouble as a girl.  I remember 
the times I got caught playing doctor with my cousin Jane or letting 
the neighbor boys watch me pee.  Man, did I catch hell for that, but 
the fear of tempting such wrath was so exciting.  In fact the more 
sexually forbidden something was, the more I was attracted to it.  

My first real, productive sexual experience was one night at the tender 
age of twelve.  It was a ponderously strange time in my life as my body 
had just entered puberty.  It was only two weeks prior that I had had 
that frank and embarrassing talk with my mother about my menstruation 
and all the hygienic and procreative responsibility it entailed not to 
mention what was constantly on boys’ minds.  It kind of made me feel 
dirty but it also made me feel that I had been placed in charge of a 
volatile device that held a magnetic charm.  It gave me a sense of 
power.

I had spent that particular evening down at the penny arcade in the 
touristy part of town and I had come across a boy and two girls my age.  
We made fiends and they took me to a side area in the arcade that I had 
never gone into before to show me something.  It had a bunch of antique 
coin operated amusements and games from the 20s, not very interesting.  
Though, in the back corner was an old peep show machine from the 50s; 
extremely interesting.  They led me to it and carefully looked around 
to see if anyone was watching and then dropped in a dime and told me to 
take a look.  I stood on my toes and looked into the viewer and saw an 
old, contrasty, black and white movie of an attractive woman wearing 
nothing but frilly, black, see-through panties.  She had long, dark, 
wavy hair and was rolling around playfully, enticingly on a bed.  She 
put on a fabulous show of her curvaceous body and big round breasts.  
What captured my interest most intently was her resemblance to one of 
my favorite teachers.  The show was over much too soon and I left my 
new friends to look for my dad and to cop a few more dimes.  When I 
found him he said it was time to leave and we did.  I was quiet all the 
way home thinking about that movie, little did I know then it had 
kindled a fire in me that burns to this day.  

It was a cool late summer evening as I lay on my bed in my room later 
that night, enjoying the mountain breeze coming through my open window.  
I was feeling strangely erotic because of what I had seen and I started 
fantasizing about my seventh grade Geography teacher.  She was a 
distractingly gorgeous redhead with bright blue eyes who looked very 
much like a young Ann Margaret, and watching her every day prodded a 
desire in me to gather her beauty in my arms and bury my face in her 
flesh (yes, even in my youth I favored the girls).  Being only twelve, 
I had no idea, apart from kiss and cuddle play with a couple of girl 
friends, what enjoying the pleasures of a beautiful woman entailed but 
my mind was fertile ground for speculation.  Her sensuality seemed to 
glow around her.  She used to wear those low-cut sundresses that were 
so popular in the early 70s and when she bent over her desk I would 
catch a view of her breasts hanging pendulously below her sweet face.  
The glimpse of her intimate flesh bound her to my desires as a 
cherished figure with a special secret exchange between us.  

As I thought about her beautiful face and wavy red hair, I began 
lightly running my fingertips up and down my body.  I paid special 
attention to my nipples and the insides of my thighs and occasionally I 
would tease my mons by lightly tickling it through my panties.  It was 
late and everyone in the house was asleep.  Emboldened by my arousal, I 
lifted my nitey to my neck so I could feel my fingers on my naked skin.  
My hands were cold and their touch on my flesh felt foreign to me like 
they were not my own.  The sensation of my touch and the cool breeze 
from the window had hardened the nipples on my barely budding breasts.  
I intensified my gentle massage and continued to think about my teacher 
and her long, sensuous legs.  My mind was reeling from the wantonly 
delicious sensations, fueling not only my arousal but also my peculiar 
lust for being sexually naughty.  

Hungry to push this exploration to new heights, I followed the lust to 
where the sensations were taking it.  At a new frontier I decided it 
was time to bring my sex into the act.  I slipped my fingers under the 
hem of my panties and thrilled at the feelings that it awoke.  My vulva 
was an unfamiliar presence to me of late.  It was only a month ago that 
downy little tufts of hair had sprouted on it and the mound itself had 
begun to bulge outward perceptively.  I found this area was the 
epicenter of all these arousal feelings and my hands fell upon it 
eagerly while my mind whirled like a child discovering a hidden candy 
reserve.  I traced around it with my fingertips, tickled the fine hairs 
and rubbed on whatever spots yielded promise of greater returns.  The 
panties were getting in my way so I lifted my butt and pushed them down 
over my knees.  I then spread my knees wide, in a way girls are taught 
never to do, to give myself better access and felt that wonderful cool 
air on my crotch.  I felt sensuous for the first time in my life and I 
knew I was on to something big.  There was good naughtiness to be had 
here and I leapt into it vigorously.  I cupped my hand over my mons and 
pressed down firmly against my pubic bone.  There were stirrings in 
that sensation that spoke to me of sex and of the motive behind the 
moment when two lovers press firmly together.  I pushed my hips upward 
as if meeting the body of an invisible lover.  

It was then that my stirring must have awakened the curiosity of my 
dog, Max.  Max was our short, stocky British bulldog.  He always slept 
on my bed at the foot.  Max was lean, fit, and aggressive but friendly.  
He and I always liked to play-wrestle on the floor.  I would grab at 
his legs while he jumped up on me with his front paws and gently bight 
at any exposed limbs.  Sometimes he would grasp my shoulder or my hip 
with his front paws and start humping at me.  I always pushed him down 
to prevent my embarrassment and my parent's wrath but secretly I felt 
there was something extremely naughty about what Max was trying to do 
and maybe someday I would explore it and put it to use.  

Max was now awake and started sniffing around.  I felt him step over my 
ankles and I saw it as a bothersome distraction from my explorations.  
I stopped my attentions to myself to push him back to the end of the 
bed and then I laid back and returned to my devotions.  I was having 
great fun and I didn't want him to spoil it.  My arousal was affecting 
strange changes in my body that excited me to explore deeper.  My inner 
labia, which I barely knew I had, were swelling up and pouting out of 
my slit.  The swelling lips brought with them a wetness like 
perspiration.  I lost track of Max and was enjoying the light dragging 
of my finger up and down between my labia.  My slit kept sweating out 
the musky wetness that lubricated the slow sliding up and down of my 
finger.  I felt chills of excitement every time I probed my finger into 
my vaginal opening and drug the welling, slick moisture from it up my 
slit.  The biggest chills came when I slid my finger upward past my pee 
hole to that tiny button inside the notch at the very top of my slit.  
My clitoris and I were about to become better acquainted.  

Max was still for a while where I had pushed him but his curiosity was 
drawing him to examine my work.  He stepped over my legs again but this 
time I was so deep into what I was doing I didn't bother myself with 
it.  Suddenly, I felt his tongue lapping at my crotch.  My first 
reaction was to recoil but by the time he had swiped his tongue across 
me twice, pulling away was the furthest thing from my mind.  I kept my 
fingers doing what they were and let Max's tongue start a new game.  
Max's tongue was broad and flat and kind of rough, like velvet rubbed 
the wrong way.  It was amazingly agile and dexterous, though.  It could 
easily fold and contort itself to conform to my intimate flesh.  It 
creased itself into a narrow notch that he could force, to my delight, 
deftly into my crack.  If touching my self was like a splash, Max 
licking me was like a Tsunami.  

My arousal was in high gear and I felt all of a sudden delirious and 
overwhelmed with a steadily growing pleasure the pinnacle of which I 
was uncertain I could withstand.  I pulled my hands away and let Max 
take over.  He shoved his flat, pug face against my crotch and dug in 
his sturdy feet while that tongue of his was doing things to my body I 
could not believe it was capable of.  He snorted and grunted as he set 
himself to gorge on my musky excretions.  He kept alternating between 
quick rhythmic lapping that flooded my vulva with a broad pleasure and 
forceful sweeps that drove his tongue deep into my slit and drug it 
upwards to my clitoris which was an acute, sharp delectation.  

All the time during his tongue ravaging he was opening new areas of 
pleasure in my sex previously unknown to me.  At intervals he would 
drive his tongue in hard at the base of my slit and I would feel that 
agile appendage curl and sweep around in the entrance to my vagina, 
searching for that wellspring of my musk that he seemed to enjoy 
lapping up.  Every time he probed my vagina or drug across my clitoris 
he drove me to a higher threshold of joy.  I had never been on a 
carnival ride that gave me anywhere near the thrills I was getting, and 
the thrill kept building.  My heart was beating like it would explode.  
I was panting as though I were running for my life.  I could not hear 
anything any more.  When I opened my eyes it was like looking through a 
tunnel of dark gray clouds.  My arms were drawn up to my chest and my 
hands flailing on either side of my face.  My knees were spread wide 
and my crotch thrust upward as high as I could push it.  My vulva was 
an open presentation; an altar of sacrifice offered to my deliverer and 
the power with which he held sway over my body.  If this wasn't taboo 
and forbidden, I didn't know what was.  The allure of sin was making 
the whole experience even more exciting.  In my mind I was facing a 
wild, uncontrollable plunge into unknown, blind depths, I realistically 
feared where this was taking me but the pleasure was too seductive for 
me to fight off.  

I began to roll and pump my hips upward in a motion that was guided 
more by nature than anything I was consciously aware of.  My crotch was 
dancing on the tip of Max's tongue and completely out of my control.  
Throughout my body I felt something akin to an intense tickle like 
every nerve and fiber I had was exposed to the absolute limit of 
sensation they could bear, in fact I felt like I were about to scream.  
Just when I thought I could go no further, like a snap I saw a flash of 
light, an overwhelming warmth, and then an eruption like every square 
inch of my body exploding in celebration and joy.  

Though I didn't know what it was at the time, I had my first orgasm, 
nature’s reward for reproductive receptivity.  If I concentrate I can 
still recall what that first time felt like.  It hammered on me, like 
some tremendous leach it sucked the strength from me.  Meanwhile, it 
treated every nerve I possessed to the absolute full capacity of 
pleasure.  It was inside me - it was outside me.  It was everywhere in 
general - but nowhere in specific.  It was laughter - it was terror.  
It was capture - it was release.  I lay there shaking in some kind of 
tight grasp until all that pleasure subsided like warm water draining 
from a bath.  As tremendous as it was, it was over too soon.  As 
abruptly as every muscle in my body had tensed, they now all relaxed, a 
rush of blood gushed back into my extremities and with it came such 
peaceful repose.  Max lapped at me undeterred as I lay still and 
gathered myself.  His tongue soothed away the panic.  

I didn't know what had happened to me, if it were some freakish 
aberration visited only on the insane, if I had broken something, or if 
I would recover.  As I gained my sense of consciousness I suddenly 
realized how out of control I had been.  Had I screamed?  Out of fear 
the whole house was about to burst into my room and ask me what had 
happened, I quickly pushed Max away from me, pulled up my panties, and 
slipped beneath the sheets.  As I waited in the dark to see if I was 
discovered, shaking from head to toe in an achy weariness like I had 
strained every muscle in my body, I basked in a happy warmth like I had 
never known.  

That night was the turning point of my life.  I had become a new 
person; my body had begun to mold itself into a woman and now my mind 
had changed too as a great mystery of life had become unraveled.  I 
faded to a deep sleep swaying between slight pangs of guilt and a 
delirium of total peace.  A week's worth of research followed to 
determine what had happened to me and to assure myself I was not 
harmed.  I knew one thing, Max had opened a big door for me and this 
was a realm we would certainly be exploring more in the future.


By Sailbad@storiesonline.org 


  
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