Letter 42 My First Orgasm.

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From Joseph,            
The Game Reserve,                
Andhra Pradesh,                    
India.                        

            To Shanti,
                Titirangi,
                    Auckland,
                        New Zealand.

Dear Shanti and Mike,
        Hi again from India, that was an interesting story, Mike. I was interested to know that one woman would do that. It must have been a surprise for all of you younger guys, too. But I don’t think Lizamoa liked it too much. She said it wasn’t very sexy as it didn’t seem too enjoyable doing sex in this way. But she does say, Shanti, you should not take this story out because it is Mike’s first time. The first time must always be remembered as special.
        Talking about first, also Lizamoa thinks that after all of Mike’s firsts, we all do not need to use that word ever again. He has used enough for all of us. Ha Ha.

        So we will be having four extra guests into India now. This is very interesting news. It will be good to see those two couples once again, as we enjoyed knowing them the time we were in New Zealand. Lizamoa is very happy to know they are coming too. We are sure we can have them staying with some close friends because we will not be having the room for everyone in our house.
        We will change a few details, but it should be OK for us to travel around to places in India while they are here, also. I think it will be a good idea to travel together. It will be a lot of fun too. Those fellows are fun to be being with. They have a lot of the jokes always ready.

        Now we do not have very much time before we must get to the post office with this letter, so I will just say that this is the story from Lizamoa, and I think you will find it a sexy story, like I did.

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Hi, Lizamoa here.
        I never knew of my parents. Some people said they left me, but the nuns told me they both died when I was very young. Having no other family that I know of, I ended up in an orphanage run by the Church in a Convent. I was lucky I ended up there, as I hear many places are much worse.
        The nuns who ran the orphanage were kind, and they took care of us physically for the things like the food and clothings, but there was always something missing for me. I didn’t realise what this was until I married Joseph and discovered that this was love. This thing was the love that only parents could be giving to their child. We slept in rooms with six girls into each room, we had a larger hall for the eating, and the schooling was in a school in the Convent too. So we never really went out very much.
        As I grew older, I began to notice some changes into my body. On my girlish flat chest, breasts had begun to swell. Lower down, I had a sparse covering of hair. It seems that every time I looked, I was growing more. Finally, my monthly woman’s time began, and the nuns told me that I was no longer a little girl now but I had become a woman. But I still felt like a little girl.
        When we were all in the showers as a group, other girls, a bit younger than me, had noticed my changes. It made me embarrassed but also a bit proud. I was becoming a woman. When I told them that, they stopped teasing me. I think they were amazed that this thing was happening to me, and I think they also knew they would not be long behind me either.

        My story happened one night as I lay into my bed. I had been experienced many new and strange feelings. I was interested in my body changing and had seen each day the developments that were occurring, but I had not explored myself by touch except by the necessary touching of daily personal hygiene.
        As I lay there, my right hand slowly moved up under my nightgown to touch my left breast. It was only a small swelling, but it had definitely begun to take the shape of breasts.
        I touched the bottom curve and began circling around the perimeter of its rounded shape. With each revolution I was making around my breast, I moved closer to the centre and slowed down. As I felt the size increasing nearer to the centre, I would pause and gently with a press into it. This pressure caused sensations that I had never even experienced before. I continued to work my way to the centre of my breast until I felt the ring of my nipple.
        My nipples were still smaller like they had always been, but tonight I noticed something different. The ring around was very tight and had some pimples. When I found the nipple, it was erect like if I was cold. It was larger than ever before, and this surprised me as I was touching that, and it was like this.
        I continued to play with the nipple, fondling it in my fingers and pinching it between them. My excitement built rapidly, and each new touching of my breast brought on sensations that I found exciting and wonderful to feel. My right hand wandered over to my right breast, and my left hand found its way to my left breast. I continued to caress with both of my breasts and both of my nipples when I eventually had to stop for catching my breath. This was so exciting.

        After I had recovered for a few minutes, I realised that I was hot and decided to take my nightgown off. I slipped out of it under the sheets, and for some reason, I took off as well as my panties.
        I was somewhat sweaty from my activities, but I was quite surprised at the moisture that I found into my panties. I lay back down, but I couldn't stop thinking about this unusual moisture. It had felt slippery, which I had never known before. I knew that I had not accidentally wet my panties, and I never had experienced sweating between my legs like that before. The more that I thought about this thing, the more curious it was making me become.
        My right hand slowly started to work its way down my stomach to my pubis to satisfy my curiosity. As my hand reached my pubis, it touched the new pubic hairs that I had recently developed. They reminded me of the recent changes that had been happening. My hand continued down but avoided touching 'that place,' the one the nuns are telling us girls you aren't supposed to touch except in washing. I touched my inner thighs, but they weren't very wet.
        My curiosity mounted until it was enough to cause my hand to slowly move up to rest on my genitals. They were almost dripping wet! Not the wet of water or sweat. This was an oily, slimy wet. I was very surprised with this discovery.

        As soon as my hand rested against my private area, a flooding of wonderful sensations ran all over my body. Almost instinctively, my hand started to move back and forth, round and round, onto my mound. I don't know why, my hand just seemed to know what to do to myself. As I continued, I felt the lips down there were swelling. They were parted, and they were slightly open. This sudden change was new and exciting for me to know. I had never felt them as large and swollen as this one was. I had my fingertips in between them now. I was running my fingertips up and down the opening, and each time the feelings would burst over me.
        It felt so nice to do this thing. I couldn’t stop from doing it. I just wanted to keep doing this thing as long as I was able to. Such wonderful feelings I had never had like this before. I didn’t know my body could be doing this to me. I didn’t know my body could give me such feelings.
        I continued, and the sensations mounted until I reached a point where the flood of sensations was too great for me. I felt something deep inside me pounding as my entire body tightened. This feeling was there, intense for a moment or two, and then I fell limp. Lying there breathless.
        I looked around the room, shocked that someone might have heard or noticed me. But the other five girls were asleep. They didn't know what had happened.

        My hands and sheets were soaked in liquid and sweat, but I was quite excited. I never knew this could happen to me! I never knew my body was able to do this thing. It was a feeling so intense that I could never believe there could be such feelings.
        But I was happy and I was excited. I had found a new joy. I made up my mind that I would develop this thing and enjoy it for the rest of my life.
        That is, until I married Joseph and he showed me what joy and pleasure the hard male penis could bring to me.

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        Some months later, I became brave enough to tell my very best friend about what I was doing at night. She was shocked that I was touching what the nuns told us we should never touch, but she was also a bit interested, too. Like me, her monthly had started, but she only had a bit of hair in the front and no sign of her breasts yet, although her nipples did look darker and a bit larger.
        The next morning, she told me how amazing it was. Like me, she had even found what an orgasm was.

        One day, some of us older children went on a trip to a big city. This was a trip I would never forget. I just didn't know cities could be so big and so many people. We stayed at another Convent, but this place had only two beds per room. I made sure I had my best friend staying with me.
        One part of this trip was a meeting where there were some men about the same age or a bit older. I realise now that the church were trying to match us with future husbands. One man liked me, and we sat at our own table to talk for a while. I was nervous, and I think I showed it. After a while, he left, and I saw him talking with another girl.
        Later, one of the nuns told me I had talked too much. I think I might have scared him off. I admitted I was not used to talking with men, as the boys at the Convent were always kept separate from us girls, other than during schooling.
        The nun nodded and said, “I thought that was a problem. We'll have to see what can be done about that.
        After that, I was confused, and soon I found myself with some others being taken away to our rooms. It seemed they were angry with me, like I hadn't tried hard enough. I didn't think it was fair because they didn't tell me what to do.
        That trip, two girls older than me found husbands and, within a few weeks, had left to begin their new married life. I knew it would have to happen to me soon.

        That night, I was playing with myself when my friend asked, “Are you doing it?”
        At first, I didn't know what to say, but then I finally confessed that I was.
        “Can I watch you?” she asked.
        I thought about that for a few moments. But then I decided, we were both girls and had seen each other naked in the showers nearly every day since I could remember, so I said, “OK, but I want to watch you doing it too.”
        We didn't dare turn on a light, only the light coming through from the city outside. She came over to sit on my bed, and I got out from under the covers, too. Both in our nighties without our panties, we spread our legs in front of each other and began to work on our pussies. I think that was a bit sexy as I climaxed very quickly. She was close behind me.
        Usually, I only did it once, but this night I continued, and she followed me. It was too exciting to stop. Yes, we both climaxed again, which surprised me.
        We never got to try that again, because there was no chance back at our own Convent. The nuns watched us closely during showering, and we had four other girls sharing our bedrooms, too.

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        Sometime later, the head nun called me to her office. You only go there if you are in trouble, so I sat outside wondering what I had done wrong. At first, I thought they had found out about my secret. Finally, when I was called in, I found an older man and woman sitting there.
        The head nun (Mother Superior) told me that since I was old enough, it was time for me to get married. I told her I thought I was too young to be married, but she disagreed with me. I didn't say more as everyone knows you never argue with Mother Superior, or there would be trouble. (I later learnt that it was the church policy to get us girls married off as soon as they could to make way for the continual supply of younger children who needed a place to live.)
        "We have found you a suitable man," the head nun explained as she nodded to the couple sitting beside me. "I will allow you to meet this man a few times when he comes to visit his parents. If you like him, we will allow you to marry him."
        Yes, she did say she would 'allow', but I sort of had the feeling I was being pushed a bit too. I agreed to meet him, not that I felt I had much choice. (Don't feel bad about this, Shanti) It was nothing worse than what other young women were getting out in the world with arranged marriages. It would work if both the man and the woman committed to and worked to make it work. I do believe in its own way, they were trying to do their best for me. But all of us, the nuns and I, were trapped in a system that had to run its course.
        They had a new saree for me, and one of the nuns got me ready by doing my hair and even applying some make-up which I had never used before and never seen the nuns wearing either. For the first meeting, I had to go to the town myself. I had never done that before. I took the bus and then walked to the house. Joseph was waiting outside for me, and he looked like a very handsome man. A big, strong man who I knew would protect me. (It didn't occur to me that big men often have bigger cocks, too.)
        As you know, the meeting with Joseph went well. I liked him, and he liked me. Soon, wedding plans were being made. I was taken aside by one of the younger nuns who had recently joined the Convent, and she told me a lot about being married. It seems she had been married before her husband had died, and she had become a nun. She especially talked about my special physical duties to my husband. Then she leaned over and whispered that after the first time, the sex felt very good too. That surprised me. She admitted that, as I thought, nuns weren't supposed to think about things like that. I sort of had guessed what it might be, after what I was doing to myself.
        I selected my best friend to be my bridesmaid. Again, there were lots of preparations and a new saree for both of us. Mine was a full wedding saree with the red and gold. It was beautiful and made me beautiful too. So there was to be a big event at the church in the town, and when I became married.
        On the day before I was to be married, I was in the Mother Superior's office again. The younger nun was there too. On the desk was a case that was given to me. They said it was a wedding gift from all the nuns. I opened it to find three more sarees and a small selection of clothing and underwear. There were some other items to help me with my duties as a wife. I have never had many clothes of my own, as in the convent, clothing was swapped around and used by all of us. These would be my own, part of my duty to look attractive for my new husband.
        Clutching my little suitcase, I went back to my room and opened it for the other five girls to see. They were excited as we pulled out each item to look at it. I was feeling a bit scared. I didn't get much sleep that night. What, with the other excited girls talking, and my mind racing with many thoughts. Twice a nun came in to order us to go to sleep, but it didn't help much, and I think the nuns knew it too.

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        The next morning, I packed my few private things in my little suitcase and was saying a last goodbye to my friends when another girl entered the room. She was my replacement, promoted to join the eldest girls. I like her, but I never had much to do with her before now. It seemed strange as I watched her placing her things where mine used to be.
        I was taken away, and the nuns took me to one of their rooms where I would be dressed for the wedding. Two of them were supposed to help me, but others were there, either helping or offering suggestions. My hair was done nicely and I bathed with sweet-smelling scent. They had some sexy underwear for me. Nothing like the usual things I wore under my clothes. Then they arranged the wedding saree on me. Finally, some make-up was lightly applied.

        It was then that Mother Superior walked in. Whenever she was walking around, we always found the best policy to keep out of her way. I think many of the nuns did too. But today she walked into the room, smiling.
        “So you are leaving us today, Lizamoa,” she said.
        I nodded, 'yes,' not sure how to answer.
        “You've been here a long time. Longer than many of the girls stay.”
        I looked at her, and there was a tear in her eyes. Somehow it started me too. I think I had been brave up to that point, but seeing her and the dam broke.
        She wiped her eyes and smiled at me.
        “I suppose it's fitting that we end with tears because that is how we started,” she said.
        I was still looking at her, not sure what she meant.
        She continued, “When you came here, you were very young. The car had been hit by a train. Your parents, in the front, had been killed instantly. Your older sister was badly injured and only survived for a few hours in the hospital. But you came through with hardly a scratch. But the time you reached us, you had been past from place to place, but no one wanted you. No family could be found, so we took you.”
        She wiped her eyes again.
        “You were so tiny. Cried continuously. So many tears. It had us all crying just to see you. But you've done well, Lizamoa. You've become a fine young woman. Joseph will be good for you. He comes from a good family. Church going people.”
        With that, she stepped forward and we hugged. Then, without saying another word, she turned and rushed out of the room.
        We looked at each other, stunned. The nuns were as surprised as I was.
        Then one turned and looked at me. “Look at you, Lizamoa. You look a mess. We will have to do the make-up again.”

        I got taken to the church in a nice car with the young nun and my best friend.
        The best man for Joseph was a young man from the bank, called. Sarvesh. He had recently married a lady called Amita. The second man on Joseph's side was a man called Jeevan. He had a girlfriend called Mandara. Since I only had my best friend, Mandara became my second bridesmaid. So I was married, and the rest is history.
        Not long after our wedding, Sarvesh and Amita moved to our town as he got a better job in a bank there. We became close friends. Sarvesh saw the chance to help his friend, Jeevan, buy a business in our town, too, so they became good friends for us, too.

        Well, we must end this letter quickly now and rush to the post office.

                Bye-bye for now,
                        Love from,
                                Lizamoa and Joseph.

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