I have been saving much of this story in draft form for some time..I have wanted to write it here for awhile..and while I still don't think I have made this experience come to life as it was that day, it is a story ready to be told.
I have never been heterosexual ...between bisexual and more lately, identifying more with lesbian literature, media, music, and feelings.I remember a very very intense lesbian masturbatory experience
I had a vibrator in my senior year of high school ...literally went to Spencers (a mall store that sells blacklight posters, cool tshirts, and sexy games and yes...used to be the only place you could by vibrators in the local mall) and just bought it and was SCARED-- scared scared of anyone I knew seeing me or what the reaction of the male or female behind the counter would be ...as it turned out it was an understanding 30 something female who sensed my fear but still probably enjoyed the way my eyes must have flared when she said "would you like batteries with that mam ?"
I was using the vibrator nightly at first of course ...and yes ..I even once faked a sort of food poisoning on a date with a boy that was going next to nowhere so I could get back to my little sex partner sooner . I was going to bed earlier ...taking nighttime showers ... and spending alot less time on the phone, so you'd think my mom should have known what I was up to ..or that I was up to SOMETHING that I wanted to be in my bedroom ALOT. It was moms vib which I found (but didn't dare to use for the sure realization that she would know) that inspired me to be the first on my block to get one...I was trying to muster the courage to tell any of my girlfriends that I had one...but never told them. It was not until college until the subject came up amongst a group of girls that I could say "yes..I've got one," and therefore proudly be out as a masturbator....good for me! I WAS embarrassed...but also proud ..and in the group of the four of us, only one woman had yet to try one.
But back to high school, where I started to tell this story about how when I had a very close platonic friend named Billy who sometimes would just get to telling me anything about anything and was always always always good at getting anything contraband ..and this included beer, pot, and when we were 13, Penthouse magazines, which had the beautiful women that my already bisexual urges were appreciating. More amazingly, in Penthouse, the supposedly true stories of the guys and sometimes girls and their sexual exploits. Well ...I masturbated to those stories before and after I got my vibe ...but it was when Billy was talking about the porn video tapes that were being passed around a circle of his male friends that I had to ask him to be discreet....but I wanted to see one ..and of course...he made sure I had one to borrow for an overnight ..then another for a weekend...and when he said the one that was going around was only women and only "those lesbian scenes that are in all of them...you probably don't want that one"..I had to play it cool but ..convinced him I would like to borrow it and see what was going on. Billy was good at keeping my secrets. I always felt like I was included and belonged by participating with the guys in the neighborhood ..that they felt they could talk about stuff like this around me and it be cool ...I KNOW it made ME feel cool around them to talk about sex, and I think it made them feel cool to know a chick who didn't think they were a bunch of pervs when they talked about it. However they never talked about jerking themselves off to them, which was underlying but unspoken.
So, I got the video from Billy on a Thursday and it was called Where the Boys Arent....but I forget which volume as I know there are several. I skipped school the next day and as soon as my mom wa out the door at about 8:00am and I was alone. I smoked a bowl from my tiny little bong and soon I was putting the tape in to ready it for play, then getting my vib out of the special hiding place at the top of my closet hidden in a monopoly game box, a game I knew would never be played again so it was the perfect hiding place LOL. In my nightgown I sat in the living room recliner and watched patiently the previews and warnings before the movie started. I certainly had seen lesbian scenes and threesomes in the porn movies I had seen before...and they excited me ..but today I knew was going to be different...so different I had hardly slept the night before knowing that I was going to spend the day with the LESBIAN tape, my vib, and on a quest I felt to set some kind of continuous climax record. I planned to devote a whole day to masturbating.
Now, with my vib, A plain white battery operated multiple speed 6 incher with some ridges...vary vanilla...even though I hadn't had it long, I had already overused it to the point to where my labia tingled with a numbness sometimes upon first touch and after a 2nd or 3rd orgasm would convince me that I had had enough, the tingle was still there for minutes ..sometimes half an hour after the event. But for this day, I had not come in about a week ...and I was convinced that my personal record of making myself come 6 times in a night was only the ceiling because I had fear of getting heard and therefore caught ...on this day I knew that I could moan if I wanted ...and I wanted...and that there would be a seventh time..and and eigth ..and gawd only knew how many times it would happen...but then, unlike now, at that time in my life I would count my orgasms ...categorize them ..and know them intimately. Each orgasm. today was the day that I was going to get self screwed like I had never before been screwed ..and it was me who would do the screwing with the help of Where The Boys Arent.
The first orgasm belongs to the fingers. sitting on the recliner stretched out with a towel down to catch the overflow, the women were at each other quickly and I was at myself as quickly ....I was so ready but didn't realize how ready I was as I climaxed when the first woman, the natural breasted brunette, was doing to the silicone blonde. They had kissed and stroked and grinded...and when the brunette began to suck the blondes left breast, I was right on my way to what became the ultimate day of self pleasure I always look back on with such fondness.
By days end I had watched the complete video three times over ...took a break to smoke a bowl and eat a hearty lunch and take a bath which soothed my already slightly sore vagina before diving back in to the video and into myself. I came on the recliner almost all of the times, but for an hour I laid on the floor and did myself in the laying face downward position I have come to prefer. It seems cliche to write this because of how obvious it sounds...but that day I just came over and over and over ...and over and over ...21 total times. Each time I rested I remember considering if I was stopping or not...asking myself "am I done yet," knowing I could get one more because the sight and repeated sight of the first lesbian porn video I would see ( certainly not the last) kept me interested and every time I considered giving it up it was like I couldn't stop ..did not want to ..going on and doing it again, The memory of it is hazy but there was one particular scene I kept going back to because the build up to orgasm and the letting go was so REAL to me that I would rewind and see it again and again.
After about the 12th orgasm I would think that this might be all I can get, but my body ...my pussy ...begged to differ. I was glad that kept going each time because when I reached the pinnacle, it seemed even more satisfying than the one before.. You know I was mostly numb in the afternoon...but never really sore sore ..a little sore but pleasure overcame that ...and I can relate to how a marathon runner must feel when on that day I just kept going and going with determination to the end of the day.
The images were soooooooooooo vivid. Sounds and sights of coming, sucking, ..making out and making love. wetness ..licking ... beautiful breasts of all sizes ...adorable eyes and fantastic beautiful hair. and the first time I ever saw..and saw many times in that video ..CLOSE UPS OF GIVING HEAD where I could put myself right there between the actress's legs :) Closeups of the actress's achieving orgasm. Closeups of so many varous ways to pleasure another woman. I had yet to have a lesbian experience, but on this day I could almost feel it.
By the way ... this is a real story....I DO sometimes I admit I fantasize, fictionalize and stretch some truths on this blog ...but this story is one of my favorite sexual memories ..and aside from the beautiful women in the video who joined me in fantasy, it was me and only me...oh and my vibe ...ok...don't laugh but at the time I had named it "Jimmy." (for that day it should have been "Jenny.")
The soreness DID set in that night and the next day and even the day after there were remnants ....but it all went along with the glowing memory I had. I have never come close to duplicating the feat...I have come around a dozen times with a boyfriend who was GOOD once...never that many times with myself. Only that one day when I was discovering who I was and what turned me on and what I could do with those feelings.
SO ...for me...21 times in one day..inspired by the first lesbian video I ever saw. I DO realize in context how unbelievable that seems to some ,but it is true and a true testament to HOW inspired I was that day. These days a good one or two is plenty enough...and in the right circumstances, a good half a dozen doesn't seem like quite enough LOL. So I ask,what is the most for you and what inspired it ?
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