[MF] The first I [F26] used a vibrator, and had my first orgasm.

I wish I could say we pulled out all the stops and bought a giant, vibrating dragon dildo, or a Hitachi wand, or a fancy bluetooth panty vibrator. But most of the toys I saw at a glance were too expensive or too loud. My first vibrator was a simple silver bullet vibe, whisper-quiet, and no longer than my index finger. It was a little over twenty bucks and double wrapped in that annoying hard “hassle-free” plastic.

The employee at the store was an older man – maybe late fifties – with a pot belly and more tattoos than bare skin. He couldn’t have been happier to advise my boyfriend and me. As soon as we mentioned it was our first time in a place like this, he ushered us from display to display. He managed to wrangle my boyfriend into getting a cock ring (it could glow in the dark!) and was waxing poetry about lambskin condoms when I quietly asked if he recommended any of the vibrators for first timers.

When I tell you this man lit up…!

It was like I could see what was happening behind his eyes. He was imagining how my boyfriend and I looked when we were fucking. He was imagining what vibrator would fit best between my legs. He slowly smiled and brought me to the opposite wall.

I’m not sure who decided vibrators should be pinks and purples instead of flesh colors, but good call. It made the whole experience one shade less awkward.

In all his kindness and enthusiasm, the clerk plucked the vibrator off the wall. “Now this,” he said. “This is great for when you’re hitting it from behind,” he said, even bending his hips back slightly to demonstrate. “You can hold it for her, or she can hold it for herself.”

I looked between him and my boyfriend at the time to see if he was at all disgusted by this man putting himself in his position, and talking as though I wasn’t there. Instead, he was nodding sagely, like a student taking notes for the final. (And I wonder why things didn’t work out between us…)

Reminder: This is all happening while I am combating the slow stream of cum threatening to spill out of my panties from earlier. And I was losing. After this clerk sharing several more minutes of his patented tricks to making the beast with two backs, I gave my boyfriend A Look that meant it was time to go. As we walked to the counter, I felt a glob of cum starting to ride down my thigh. I squeezed my legs together and grabbed my boyfriend’s arm to steady myself. The clerk kept undressing me with his eyes, smiling as he bagged up our goodies (a cock ring, a bullet vibe, a bottle of lube, and yes, a lambskin condom). “Have fun,” he sang as we walked out the door.

Poor college kids though we were, my boyfriend at the time and I scraped up enough for a hotel room for a night. We had enough experience to know I could be a loud with the right motivation. Rather than risk the wrath of a dormmate, we bit the bullet and found a nice, but reasonably priced place for a couple nights. He was long-distance and it was a treat for both of us while he was in town. It was still daylight when we left the toy shop. By the time we were able to check in to our room, I had wrestled my new toy from its cage and bought extra batteries for it at a pharmacy.

There was a lot riding on this tiny piece of plastic – pun not intended. I had lost my virginity a little over a year before and had yet to experience an orgasm. Whether it was from inexperience or lack of care, none of my partners at the time had been able to do it. Sex felt good, though, and I was constantly thinking about it. I counted down the minutes to when I could have someone inside me again. It was so pleasant but something was missing. The pleasure would build – and then plateau. There was never a release. There was just a point where my partner would cum, and I would be left aching until we could try again. It was as if I had been edging myself for a year. Relief was finally in sight, and it only cost two double A batteries.

We showered together to freshen up, rubbing up against each other and giggling. When we finished I toweled myself off and threw myself on the bed. Boyfriend took the hint and eagerly dove between my legs.

He slowly slid his tongue up and down my lips, avoiding my clit. He would poke his tongue inside me occasionally, prodding for the g-spot, then pull back out to kiss my entire labia. When he got to my swollen clit, he swirled his tongue around it in hasty circles. It felt good, the way everything else had, but it wasn’t enough .Feeling how wet I was from his spit and my natural juices, he slipped a finger inside me and pressed up. I moaned. That lonely only reminded me how empty my pussy felt right then.

“Give me your cock,” I demanded, squirming on the bed beneath him.

“Fine.”

He flipped me over into our favorite position: doggy. Like a good girl, I let my shoulders drop to the mattress, my head to the side, so I could raise my hips up higher for him. He entered me with ease. I could feel how slick everything felt between my thighs. I wiggled my ass at him, my signal for a spanking. He raised his hand and smacked it so hard the sound rang throughout the room.

I whimpered. “Harder!”

He spanked me again, and I felt my pussy tighten around him. I couldn’t help it. He began to slowly work his cock in. I scrambled to find my new toy – that perfect silver bullet – and clicked it on. It had a single pink button on its bottom. Hit once for on, hit again to go up a level. I turned it on to its lowest level and slowly lifted it to my clit.

Stars.

The room was gone.

I had squeezed my eyes shut from the sensation. A strangled sound escaped my lips – half between a moan and a scream. Even at its lowest level, I finally felt it. The pressure inside was building. My boyfriend spanked me again and I cried out. I couldn’t stay steady on my legs. I felt myself slump forward, his weight on top of me. My hand, still clutching the vibrator for dear life, was squished underneath me. I couldn’t shift the vibrator away now – it was an inescapable, constant thrumming against me.

“You like that?” he whispered.

I couldn’t speak. I was so wet there was a squelching sound every time either one of us moved. When he thrust, my clit rubbed me against the vibrator in this perfect, earth-shattering way. The pleasure was pooling between my legs and growing to a crescendo. It needed to go somewhere. It needed to come out –

He spanked me again.

I came. Hard. For the first time in my life. My legs shook and gave out. My whole body relaxed and released a tension I had no idea I was even holding on to. My boyfriend came almost immediately after, the feeling of my pussy spasming and squeezing around him too much to handle. As the waves of ecstasy washed away, I felt his cock twitching, filling me up.

The vibrator, still squished between us, kept buzzing away. I was way too sensitive for it, but couldn’t reach the power button. I shifted my hips, trying to avoid it, but also pressing myself back into my boyfriend. He slipped out and collapsed on the bed beside me. I fell to my side, my hands still between my legs, and clicked the vibe off. There was moment of silence. Heavy breathing. It occurred to me that, damn it all, we *had* done exactly what the clerk had said – and it worked.

“Did you…?” he started to ask.

I can’t remember what I said back. Something flirty, in the affirmative. Something begging for a round two. I finally understood what all the fuss about sex was! That little bullet vibe brought me to three more orgasms that night (a feat I haven’t replicated since, unfortunately) and was the start down a long, wild road of sex toys.

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