FIRST TIME MASTURBATION | DYSTOPIA

My First Orgasm

Mother always said if I touched myself, my fingers would curl back and snap off…

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Mother always said it was forbidden.

Dirty.

And if I touched it, my fingers would curl back and snap off. She caught me touching my breasts once. It aroused me so much when I touched my nipples. Feeling them growing harder under my slender fingertips. She walked in while I was in the shower. Mother dragged me out by my hair and hit my knuckles with a wooden ruler until they bled. I could hardly bend them for days afterwards.

But tonight was different. I couldn’t shake the feeling. The burning hot wetness between my thighs.

I slipped my hand under my shirt, feeling my plump mounds. My nipples were rock-hard already, bulging from my dark areolae.

I listened.

Not a sound.

Mother was fast asleep already.

I placed my feet together and spread my legs wide under the blanket. My face was on fire. I couldn’t tell if it was my arousal or fear of being caught.

I slid my hand down over my stomach, pausing as my fingertips reached my belly button.

“No,” I said to myself.

But I couldn’t resist. I inched my hand down, feeling the top hem of my cotton panties. My heart was racing, and I could feel my palms growing sweaty. I swallowed, convinced it echoed throughout the cabin. I lay still and listened.

Nothing.

I slid my fingers down, feeling my mound through the cotton panties.

“Hmmm,” I uttered.

I could feel the heat emanating from my private parts, the front of my panties damp and sticking to my engorged lips. I pressed my finger down, feeling it push the moist underwear into my crevice.

I opened my mouth wide to keep myself from gasping. My breasts started swaying as my breathing quickened. I slid my fingers to my inner thighs, gently touching the area where the hem of my panties met my legs. It was a little looser because of my spread legs.

“Don’t touch your dirty place!” is all I could hear in my mind.

Don’t touch your dirty place!

But I didn’t care. I took a deep breath and slid my fingers into the side of my panties. I bit down on my bottom lip, arching my back as my fingers touched my aching folds.

It felt amazing. Wet and slippery. And incredible.

“Hmmm,” I groaned again.

My fingers slid over my puffy pussy lips, sending more shivers down my spine. I used my index and ring fingers to part my lips, filling the bedroom with a soft, liquid squelch.

I lowered my middle finger into my warm, fleshy gap, touching my little nub ever so slightly.

“Oh!” I almost squealed, feeling my clit growing thicker.

My clit. It’s something I’d only ever seen on illustrations in Father’s old medical encyclopaedias. Yet, here I was, touching it. In the flesh.

I circled my middle finger around my nub, firing every nerve between my legs. I grew wetter, and I could feel my wetness seeping into the sheets.

I had to be careful to keep my hymen intact. Mother still inspected me every month to make sure I haven’t been doing something I shouldn’t.

My lips grew thicker and wetter as my arousal reached fever pitch. My head started spinning, and my entire body was on fire. I bucked my hips as I rubbed my clit, keeping my lips parted with my other two fingers.

“Hmm, hmm, hmm,” I moaned, keeping my lips pursed in case I made a sound.

My body writhed and quivered, the wet sounds of my rubbing growing louder. My pussy ached for something more.

Penetration.

But there was no way of doing it and keeping my hymen unaffected.

My heart thundered in my chest, and my nipples grew painfully hard. My body continued trembling, screaming for release.

Without thinking, I sunk my middle finger into my tight opening. It resisted at first. I clenched my teeth in pain and tried again, shoving my middle finger knuckles-deep into my hole.

“Ah!” I exclaimed, feeling my soft, wet tunnel gripping my finger.

I pumped my finger in and out of myself vigorously, feeling my agony intensify. My mind went blank, and I shuddered and writhed. Sharp stabs of pleasure tore through my body as I squirmed in orgasmic ecstasy. My pussy flooded the bed, soaking my sheets and covering my hand in juices. It splattered all over as I fingered myself viciously for a few more seconds, my palm slapping my dripping mound.

Is this what heaven was like?

I pulled my finger out and lay in silence breathing heavily. I could feel my juices still gurgling between my legs. My entire body felt numb, and I couldn’t move a muscle.

I knew my hymen was broken. The small spots of blood on my white sheets confirmed it. In the morning, Mother would send me away where the other dirty girls lived. There I would spend the rest of my days being a toy to any man willing to part with a single silver coin.

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