Natalie Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Natalie Pt. 01

... increased and then another press and it all stopped and went quiet. I am not sure why, but I bought it to my nose and sniffed, it had a familiar smell, the smell I guess of a woman, my mum.

I rushed back to my room, my mum's toy in hand and quickly undressed and lay on the bed. I needed to see what this was like, why was my mum using it, was it better than her fingers, or better even than my dad?

I pressed the button and the vibrations started. I touched myself by my clitty, just gently, to see how it felt. Oh my, wow, that created a real tickle inside me. Feeling brave I moved the toy down until it just vibrated my clitty and then I knew. I knew why my mum did this. A feeling that I had never experienced, it was like an intense pain but with overwhelming pleasure, and I realised I was gasping, taking in huge breaths, and then holding them as I pulsed.

I slid the toy down my valley, slowly, I was very wet, the toy slipping easily between my folds and then resting at my opening. Did I dare? Did I? I pushed the toy slowly inside me, bigger than a tampon, bigger than my finger, I slowly took it in, the vibrations now inside me.

This was a real pleasure, not as intense or overpowering as when I touched my clitty, but a warmer, deeper pleasure. I slowly eased the toy back out and felt an emptiness as it left me, and a longing for the intensity of the pleasure I had felt when I had touched my clitty.

I pressed the tip against my clitty, softly, barely touching and ...

... my breath held, I could not gasp, I could not take in any more air and my back arched as the pleasure exploded through my body. I had never felt anything like it, never had touching myself given me so much pleasure. I felt wrecked, I was soaking, wet all over, my fanny warm and pulsing, my clitty throbbing, I could hardly move.

I didn't know how long mum had been gone, but I knew I needed to get her toy back into her bedside drawer before she came home. I got off my bed and padded into her room, returning the toy to her drawer and went back and laid on my bed.

Oh my God, I had to get myself one of those, but first I needed a shower.

I had been seeing Jason for a few weeks. We had kissed, a lot, and he had touched my boobs through my top, I had rubbed him through his trousers, but nothing more. I wasn't sure about how far I wanted to go, and after discovering my mum's toy and the pleasure I could give myself; I was in no hurry to go exploring with a boy. Well not yet anyway. Jase had texted me and said let's go for a walk through Dingle Wood as he hadn't enough money to go to town.

The day was nice and I had nothing else to do, not really, and mum and dad were both home doing stuff, so, yeah, I wanted to get away. I was wearing a t shirt and joggers, just slouchy joggers, probably okay for walking in the wood, but, nah, not as I was meeting Jason. I slipped the joggers off and put on my denim skirt and a thin jumper over my t shirt. Trainer socks and trainers and I ...