My first time masturbating.

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My First

Experience with Masturbation My first experience with masturbation brought me an unprecedented pleasure. This meant that I no longer needed to

satisfy my sexual hunger by having sex with strange men. I became addicted to this activity and enjoyed it immensely. From

then on, whenever I didn't need to go out immediately, I was mostly naked in my room.

It seemed to feel great, of course, only in the summer. In the winter, it

was too cold , and I didn't want to be naked.

My masturbation techniques also increased with experience, and I tried many things I would never have dared to imagine before.

For example, one time it was my classmate's birthday. You know, these days, almost every student is in a relationship.

That day I drank quite a bit, and seeing them hugging and kissing their boyfriends, I was disdainful. I knew that

nothing was better than my own caresses.

Therefore, I firmly refused their attempts to keep me and went home. As soon as I entered the house, I went straight to my

room , locked the door, and slowly took off my clothes, but not completely. I was left in my underwear.

I took out the adult novel I had copied from Huanhuan from under my pillow and lay down on the bed to read it. Sensitive to words, I

became aroused within minutes, my underwear was soaked. I liked this feeling, but I still took off

my bra and underwear and took out my tools from the bedside table: a cucumber, a sausage, and a knitting needle. I

didn't immediately immerse myself in masturbation. Instead, I looked at my body. My skin

was slightly flushed, whether from the alcohol or excitement. This fair skin, with the red

accents, was exceptionally beautiful. It wasn't that I had become narcissistic because of frequent masturbation; I genuinely liked this

color , and I would like it for anyone else.

I got out of bed and stood barefoot on the floor, looking at myself in the tall dressing mirror. I

twisted , examining myself carefully from all angles. My hands caressed every inch of my skin. Under such stimulation,

the places my hands touched felt like they were being electrocuted, making me lose control. I lifted my breasts with both hands, lowered my head, and took my nipples

into my mouth. A wave of pleasure washed over me, and my

body

swayed slightly. Afraid of falling, I returned to the bed, lying on my back, stimulating my nipples alternately. The sheets beneath me were soaked with my vaginal fluid, slippery under my buttocks. My body turned increasingly red, and my nipples, stimulated by this

stimulation, stood erect like two glistening little grapes.

My breathing became rapid with excitement, and my chest heaved quickly. I was masturbating, I

told myself, but suddenly a very sad feeling arose. No one knew how much I needed sexual

comfort , and no one appreciated me. The unpleasant feeling of being unloved made me intensify my self-comfort;

this was the greatest care I could give myself.

I abandoned stimulating my breasts and shifted my focus to my vulva. I rubbed it with both hands, and

copious amounts of vaginal fluid dripped from the edges of my palms. Of course, I didn't waste any; I smeared it

all over my body. Soon, my entire body was covered. The sound of my hands rubbing my vulva was so obscene, yet in this quiet environment,

it was intoxicating. I placed a small mirror between my legs and turned the lamp to its brightest setting. Under the light,

my beautiful vulva was fully revealed. This place that gave me pleasure had not much pubic hair, and my labia majora

were already quite open. My penis was already erect, like a pearl embedded in the crevice of my flesh. I sat leaning against the pillow,

trying to spread my legs as wide as possible, and casually picked up a cucumber from the bedside table. It was a slightly wilted cucumber.

It's not that don't like fresh cucumbers with small thorns, but I hate

that after each orgasm, inserting such a thing into my vagina causes unnecessary damage to my delicate body cavity, making me restless and in pain.

So, whenever I buy cucumbers for masturbation, I always choose the old ones with the thorns all gone. The

vegetable vendors probably think I'm crazy!

I put the cucumber in my mouth; it still had some of the semen I'd gotten from masturbating last time. A faint,

salty taste spread across my tongue, instantly invigorating me. My semen flowed out again. I eagerly reached for

the cucumber at the entrance of my vagina, but didn't immediately insert it. Instead, I rubbed and

rotated it against my vulva, occasionally removing it to watch the long strands of semen forming between the cucumber and my vulva. Then I

put the cucumber back in my mouth to savor it. I repeated this process until the cucumber was covered in liquid. Finally, I gently and

slowly inserted the cucumber into my vagina. A feeling of fullness immediately radiated up from below, followed by intense pleasure

that made my anus contract strongly. I dabbed some semen on my vulva and smeared it on my anus. Then,

while using my hand to thrust the cucumber, which was almost inside my vagina, back and forth, I used my right middle finger to make circles on my anus,

occasionally inserting it a little bit before pulling it out and continuing the circle.

The advantage of this is that, with the help of the hand and the vaginal fluid, the anus gradually relaxes, preventing tension that would

prevent the insertion of another object. The cucumber's in-and-out motion at the vaginal opening brought pleasure to my body.

The long-lost feeling of comfort overwhelmed the slight shame, causing me to spread my legs wider. With

each rhythmic thrust, my vagina began to contract, and my clitoris swelled even more. I pushed

the cucumber all the way in; at that point, only a small tail was visible at the entrance. I didn't touch it,

but instead deftly grabbed a sausage from the counter, quickly peeling off its plastic wrapper. This high-quality sausage had

a certain elasticity and could be eaten afterward to replenish the energy consumed during masturbation—a very

good thing. Like the cucumber, I licked it with my tongue, the juices still sticking to it. The taste of

the juices mixed with the sausage's flavor—a unique aroma that I found intoxicating. If I hadn't yet reached

orgasm , I really would have eaten it!

But at that moment, there was something even emptier and more in need of filling than my stomach. I pressed the sausage against my anus and

slowly rotated it as I pushed it in. The sausage went in little by little, and after about three or four centimeters,

I felt a resistance. I knew it was my sphincter. I changed the angle little by little, and finally, the sausage

went in a little more. I pushed hard, and the sausage was immediately inserted to the length of a middle finger. The rectum, of course

, reacted; it immediately contracted strongly, clamping the sausage tightly. With this clamping motion, the sausage...

My intestines were retracting slightly, so I immediately used my hand to block them. My vagina, pulled by my rectum, also contracted, and a

wave of pleasure unlike anything I'd experienced before washed over me. It quickly passed through my uterus, spreading upwards and reaching my brain. I

involuntarily straightened my body, and vaginal fluid flowed out of my vagina like urine. This sensation gave me

my first orgasm. I lay there motionless for a moment before picking up the only other thing

I had left—a steel knitting needle, about ten centimeters long. I smeared it with my vaginal fluid as well. This time, my

destination was the small urethral opening. I carefully placed the knitting needle against the urethral opening.

Then, I started pushing it in little by little. The urethra is different from the vagina and rectum; it is very sensitive. When

a foreign object enters, it will cause a stinging sensation. Moreover, inserting it deep enough is

much more difficult than inserting it into the vagina or rectum. I also had to endure the stinging pain that made me wince from time to time. Fortunately, I do this often, so I am somewhat

familiar with it . After encountering some normal bodily rejection reactions, I was able to insert it. The urethra is relatively short, and I could only

insert it five or six centimeters before stopping because I encountered an insurmountable obstacle. Going any further would hurt even more. That's it.

In the past, I would insert and remove the knitting needle back and forth, like in the vagina, but this would make my urethra very uncomfortable afterward,

and it would hurt when I urinated. Therefore, now I usually just insert it and then stop.

You know, when you see different objects inserted into different cavities of your vagina, the visual

stimulation is far better than the feeling. I opened my legs again, and this time, I

vigorously rubbed my clitoris with the middle and index fingers of my right hand. However, I didn't forget to bite a towel in my mouth, afraid that my moans would alert

my parents . But this still couldn't stop the whimpering sounds coming from my throat. My hands gradually quickened. A

second orgasm would be very difficult to achieve without increased stimulation, so I did it this way. This could be called

gradual . I applied enough force to my clitoris, and slowly, I felt

the burning sensation in my uterus again, a sign that my orgasm was coming. I worked even harder, and finally, with my almost

frantic rubbing, the orgasm came again. This time, it was like a burst of lightning, bursting through my body. My

whole body stiffened, and although my eyes were tightly closed, I seemed to see countless stars, colorful and

extremely beautiful. The extreme pleasure seemed to hollow out my body, making me almost unable to feel its existence.

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