Date: Fri, 17 Feb 2023 21:29:38 +0000
From: RA Coole <racoole@proton.me>
Subject: the-sixties-sexplorers-7

This is the continuing story about a group of young friends growing up and
finding out all about sex during the nineteen-sixties. That was way before
computers and the internet and reliable information back then was generally
difficult to find. Much of what kids learned was picked up from other kids
in the playground and a lot of that was crazily inaccurate. In this story
the kids are rather luckier than that as you will see. I hope that people
who grew up back then will be able to identify with some of what they read
and that the younger readers amongst you will enjoy it too despite perhaps
feeling that it's ancient history.


I will be posting future chapters here quite regularly. Please do drop me a
line if you enjoy my story - racoole@proton.me

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The Sixties Sexplorers
Chapter Seven


'Andrew, did you know that .... Oh, sorry.' said Natasha as she walked into
her brother's bedroom one night during the Easter holidays, a few months
after their fourteenth birthday.

'Did I know what?' he asked calmly, looking up at her.

'I didn't know you were doing that, I wouldn't have interrupted otherwise.'

'That's all right. I'd only just started as a matter of fact.'

'I'll talk to you tomorrow.' said Natasha, making for the door.

'You can talk to me now if you want to. It doesn't make me go deaf you
know.' laughed Andrew.

'Don't you mind me watching you do it?' asked Natasha, moving hesitantly
towards the bed.

'Why should I?' responded her twin. 'You've seen me do it before after
all.'

'Only that once, when you first found out about it.'

'That's true. You haven't seemed very interested since then.'

'Well .... it's a private sort of thing, isn't it.'

'Oh, I don't know.' Andrew patted the bed with his spare hand. 'Here, sit
down and make yourself comfortable.'

Natasha giggled and perched on the corner of the bed.

'Do you do it very often?' she asked.

'Uh huh.'

'Twice a week?' she hazarded.

'Twice a day more like.' laughed her twin.

'Not really?'

'Really! It feels so good that I can't resist it. Mummy says that I'm
highly sexed, like Daddy. He does it too you know.'

"You're kidding!'

'He does, honestly. Every morning under the shower according to Mummy.'

'Well I never.' said Natasha, shaking her head. 'You males are awfully
lucky.'

'Aren't we.' agreed Andrew. 'It feels gorgeous!'

'You're doing it differently from last time.'

'Yes that's right. The skin has loosened up perfectly, so I don't have to
use baby oil every time. This is my favourite method nowadays. Toby taught
me how to do it like this as a matter of fact.'

'Ooh, does Toby do it too?'

'Of course. Almost everyone I know at school does it.' replied her twin.

'Gosh!' Natasha was obviously impressed by the information.

'Would you like to know something a bit rude?' asked Andrew and her eyes
lit up at once.

'Go on then, tell.' she demanded.

'Toby and I like to do it together and even do each other too!'

'You don't!'

"Mmm. I think it's yummy. Even better than when I do it to myself.'

'That's absolutely disgraceful.' squeaked Natasha, her eyes sparkling with
amusement. 'I think I shall tell Mummy.'

'Too late.' laughed Andrew. 'She already knows and she said that it was all
right. Toby started doing it for me when my arm was broken. Mummy didn't
mind because it saved her the bother.'

'Did she do it for you too then? I knew that she taught you in the first
place but I didn't realise that she'd done it more than once.'

'Do you remember how ratty I got when my arm was in a sling?'

'How could I forget?' said Natasha with feeling. 'I've never known you like
it, either before or since.'

'Well, it seems that I got that way because I couldn't do this. Mummy
explained to me that nowadays I actually seem to need to do it. She's quite
right too, because I've found that if I try going without it for a few days
I feel all screwed up inside. I get sort of nervy and irritable, a bit
frustrated and bad tempered.'

'Isn't that strange.' mused Natasha.

'Very,' agreed her brother, 'But I don't really mind because I love doing
it anyway.'

'And that's really why you were ratty when your arm was broken?'

'That's right. Mummy worked it out and told me and then she did it for
me. It was simply lovely.'

'Does she do it better than Toby does?' asked his twin mischievously.

'Yes, I think she does as a matter of fact.' he laughed.

'Is it difficult to do?'

'No, not really. You just have to keep up a steady rhythm like I'm doing at
the moment. This is a good speed for simply making it feel gorgeous. Any
faster and my sperm comes out in a flash.'

'I don't suppose .... ?' Natasha's question tailed off.

'Oh Gosh!' cried Andrew and immediately stopped what he was doing. 'Do you
really want to?'

'Well, it seems as if it's something that it would be useful to know how to
do properly.' giggled his sister.

'Wow!' breathed Andrew enthusiastically. 'I'll say! Here, hang on, I'll get
out the baby oil.  That's the easiest when you're doing it for somebody
else.'

Suitably oiled up, Natasha set to work.

'Am I doing it right?' she asked anxiously.

'Oh yesss.' sighed Andrew weakly.

'You will say if you want me to do it differently, won't you.'

'Of course. Actually you don't have to be quite so gentle. I mean, it feels
terrific but you can squeeze a bit harder if you want to. It'll stand up to
quite a lot of punishment as a matter of fact.'

'What, like this?'

'Ooh yes. Like that is really good.'

'And am I doing it fast enough?'

'Well, if you start out fairly slowly and gradually get faster then you
can't go far wrong.'  replied Andrew. 'After a bit of practice you'll find
that you'll know what to do from the way that the boy is .... acch
.... responding.'

'What happened then?' asked Natasha, for Andrew's entire body had jerked
spasmodically.

'It just felt extra nice.'

They fell silent for a while, Natasha engrossed in her task.

'You're panting.' she observed.

'Yes, I know.'

'Oh, and now you're beginning to tremble all over.'

'Yeah, .... I know that too.'

'And now you're .... Oh ANDREW!'

'Aaah!.... No! .... Don't stop.' cried her brother, thrusting urgently into
her hand.

'Gosh, it's going everywhere.' squeaked Natasha. 'It's amazing!'

'Oh Natasha.' groaned her twin. 'Oh yes .... soooo good .... slower now
.... and slower .... and stop.'

Natasha's eyes were glittering with excitement.

'That was awfully good fun you know.' she giggled.

'Well I certainly enjoyed it.' panted Andrew weakly. 'Oh, I'm terribly
sorry, I got you on the nose.'

'I know. That was the first spurt.' giggled his sister.

Andrew grabbed some tissues and they cleaned themselves up.

'Funny smell.' observed Natasha, sniffing her fingers.

'It's better mixed with baby oil.' admitted Andrew. 'I think it smells a
bit like ammonia actually.'

'Did you ever taste it?'

'Just a little bit. It's salty more than anything.'

'How very interesting. Thanks very much for letting me do it.'

'You're kidding!' laughed Andrew. "You can do it any time you like.'

Natasha got up off the bed. 'I'd better go I suppose.' she said
reluctantly.

'What did you come in to tell me?' asked Andrew.

She frowned thoughtfully. 'Do you know, I've completely forgotten.'

'Never mind. Perhaps you'll remember in the morning.'

'I expect so. Well, good night.'

'Kiss.' said Andrew, she leaned over and their lips touched briefly.

'See you in the morning.' she whispered.

'Yes. Hey Natty, I'll tell you something, shall I?'

'What?'

'I really envy your first boyfriend you know.'

Natasha giggled self consciously. 'You're just saying that to be nice.'

'Certainly not. You're a natural.' he said sincerely.

Natasha flashed him a smile and padded out of the room, closing the door
behind her quietly.  Going along to the bathroom she washed the oil and
sperm off her hands before jumping into bed and switching off the
light. Lying there in the darkness, she thought of what had taken place in
her brother's bedroom. She felt strangely excited and as she stretched out
sensuously she noticed an unusually warm feeling in her groin. Reaching
down between her legs she was surprised to find herself sticky and wet. The
sensation, as she slipped a finger between the outer lips of her sex, was
amazingly pleasant and she ran it up and down the crack between the
slippery folds of flesh. Further investigation resulted in the discovery
that she could provoke a particularly remarkable sensation by stimulating
herself on a specific spot right at the top of her inner lips and she began
to concentrate on that, pressing, patting and rubbing across her clitoris
with two fingers.

After ten or fifteen minutes of this delicious treatment, her ever-mounting
excitement suddenly dissolved into long undulating waves of quite exquisite
ecstasy and for a few seconds she found herself unable to catch her
breath. Then, to her infinite regret, the waves slowly died away, leaving
her feeling weak and spent. She stopped caressing herself and lay still,
wondering at what she had experienced. Only a few moments passed before she
fell into a deep and satisfied sleep.

The following night Andrew had no difficulty in persuading his twin to try
out her new found skills once more. She brought him to a most splendid
climax with obvious relish.

'Oh Natty!' he chuckled after it was over. 'You're as sexy as I am.'

'Do you know,' she giggled, 'I rather think I am.'

Back in her own bed, the pretty blonde girl reached between her legs and
was not the least surprised to find that she was lubricating heavily. 'Ooh,
lovely.' she murmured to herself and later gave a small wordless shriek of
delight as she came.


'Mummy.' said Natasha thoughtfully as she helped with the drying up after
breakfast the next day.

'Yes darling?'

'Andrew says that you think he's highly sexed.'

'Yes, I believe he is.'

'Well, is it possible for a girl to be highly sexed too, or does it only
apply to boys?'

'Oh, it applies to both sexes I think.' said Jackie, wondering with
interest where the conversation was leading.

'You know how Andrew makes himself come?' said Natasha.

'Yes, I do.' her mother nodded.

'He says that Daddy does the same.'

'That's quite right.'

'Isn't it a shame that girls can't come too?'

'Oh, but they can.' replied Jackie. 'I'm sorry, I thought you'd probably
have worked that out for yourself by now. I would have told you otherwise.'

'Ah.' said Natasha, more or less to herself. 'Then I was right.'

'You were right?' asked Jackie gently.

'Yes.' said Natasha and told her mother of her remarkable discovery.

'Oh, well done my darling!' cried Jackie delightedly, leaning over and
kissing her daughter.  'I've been meaning to talk to you about that
actually.'

'Then it's all right for me to do it?' asked Natasha, looking relieved.

'Oh goodness me yes. It's perfectly all right. Just the same as what Andrew
does to himself is all right. In fact I personally believe it's very good
for you. Apart from feeling absolutely gorgeous it will teach you a lot
about the way your body responds.'

'Do you do it Mummy?' asked Natasha shyly.

Jackie looked at her for a long moment before answering. 'Yes.' she
admitted. 'I do as a matter of fact. I adore it.'

'Oooh.' breathed Natasha, surprised by her candour. 'How lovely! Mummy, do
you think we're all highly sexed in our family?'

Jackie broke into peals of laughter.

'My darling daughter!' she exclaimed. 'Do you know, I think we are.'

Natasha was to make a further interesting discovery when Toby and his
family went away for a long weekend and Andrew borrowed the McQueen machine
to show her, just for fun.

'Come and have a look at this Natty.' he hissed at her as she was coming
out of the bathroom.  'I borrowed it from Toby.'

'Whatever in the world have you got there?' she asked.

'Watch.' he instructed and applying it to the appropriate spot he turned it
on.

'Ooh, will it make you come?'

'Very quickly,' gasped her brother. "In fact .... in fact .... it's almost
.... almost .... THERE!'

'Heavens, that was very quick.' laughed Natasha. `Was it nice?'

`Yes, pretty good, but I must admit that I like it a whole lot better when
you do it for me!'

`You sexy thing.' giggled his sister. 'Good night.'

`Kiss.' said Andrew.

`Good night, brother dear.'

Alone in her room and aroused by what she had just witnessed, Natasha
slipped her hand between her legs and brought herself to an intense climax.

`I wonder ....' she murmured to herself just before she fell asleep.


The following morning Andrew went out with his father to inspect a building
site that the firm was working on and Natasha seized her opportunity. Going
to his room she found the special toy underneath his bed. Taking it into
her own bedroom she plugged it in and switched it on. The machine emitted a
gentle humming noise and Natasha rested the head on her leg. She gave a
jump at the curious tingling sensation that it caused. Slowly she turned
the regulator, noticing the change in the intensity of the
vibrations. Giggling to herself she pulled down her panties and lying back
against her pillows she hiked her skirt up round her waist. Placing the
head of the machine against the lips of her sex she switched it back on.

`Oh! It feels most peculiar!' she said out loud. `I'm not at all sure that
this is going to work.'

She lay still for a while and then tried moving the machine back and forth
along her vulva until she suddenly found a spot that induced a remarkably
strong and extremely delicious sensation.

`Ooh.' she murmured faintly, `Gosh, it is going to work after all!' A few
seconds later she arched her back off the bed and came strongly.

The massager continued to buzz away merrily and to her astonishment she
realised that she was rising quickly to another peak. She held her breath
and sure enough she came again, engulfed by waves of pleasure.

Again she came. Again and again and again, so staggered by what she was
experiencing that she could not bring herself to stop the machine. Small
wordless cries broke from her lips as she was overwhelmed by a series of
quite exquisite orgasms, some at intervals as brief as thirty seconds.

Jackie Stevenson, on the way round to collect dirty laundry for the washing
machine, opened her daughter's bedroom door. Natasha, her eyes tightly
closed, her body rigid with ecstasy, was just experiencing her twelfth
orgasm. Realising that her daughter was totally unaware of her presence,
Jackie froze and shortly afterwards Natasha let out a shriek as her
thirteenth peak occurred.  Falling back onto the bed, panting rapidly,
Natasha adjusted the regulator on the massager.

'Wow,' she muttered, 'I wonder how long I can keep this up.'

Opening her eyes she saw her mother standing motionless in the doorway.

`Oh, my goodness me!' she gasped and switched the machine off hastily.

The two of them looked at each other for what seemed like an eternity and
then Jackie started to laugh. Natasha looked at her guiltily and began to
giggle and the two of them were soon helpless with mirth, tears streaming
down their faces,

'Whatever have you got there?' asked Jackie at last, sitting on the edge of
the bed and holding her aching sides.

`I don't know what it is really.' admitted Natasha. `Andrew borrowed it
from Toby and last night he showed me how he can use it to make himself
come. I wondered if it would do the same for me.'

'From what I saw just then it certainly does.' laughed her mother picking
up the massager from where Natasha had dropped it and inspecting it
closely.'

'Oh Mummy. It's amazing!' cried Natasha. 'It made me come thirteen times.'

`Woah!'' laughed Jackie. 'That's incredible!'

'Isn't it? When I do it with my hand I only come once.'

'I think you'll find you can come more than once using your hand. I
normally manage three or four.'

'Do you?'

'Oh yes. I'd have more but my arm gets tired.'

'Oh Mummy, you are funny.' laughed Natasha.

'It's true. When your father does it for me I can have seven or eight,
because he's got much stronger wrists than I have!'

'Ooh, does Daddy do it for you often?'

'Every time we make love.'

'Wow, that's so interesting.'

'It's a very important part of making love for every woman.' said Jackie,
'Or at least it should be.  You see, contrary to a lot of what you'll read
in books or hear from other people, not a lot of women can reach a climax
from making love. By that I mean that it's relatively unusual for a girl to
climax simply from having her lover's peen in her vagina.'

'Why's that?'

'When you want to make yourself come, where do you rub?' asked Jackie.

'Just about here.' replied Natasha, pointing to where her clitoris lay
hidden at the top of her vulva.

'Precisely.' said Jackie. 'And the peen goes in here.' she rested her index
finger lightly at the bottom of her daughter's sex lips.

Natasha sat up and looked down at herself.

'Of course it does.' she said. 'Where I put a Tampax up.'

'So you can see why your clitoris can get scant attention from a peen,
can't you.'

`Yes, I can. Isn't that a shame.'

'Just one of those things.' laughed Jackie. 'Making love is truly
wonderful. You'll have to experience it yourself to understand it. But if
you want climaxes, you'll need an understanding male and if he doesn't know
what to do then you'll have to teach him.'

'Gosh.' sighed Natasha. 'It seems more complicated than I'd imagined.'

`I suppose it is if you want to get everything out of it that you can.'
agreed her mother. 'You'll enjoy the experimenting, the learning, the
playing, the loving. It's marvellous with the right partner.'

'How will I know that I've picked the right one?' asked Natasha.

'A very good question.' replied Jackie. 'When you get older and you find
somebody who you think might be the right one, I hope you'll take him to
bed and find out before you marry him. Not just once.  Many many
times. Practice, my darling, makes perfect!'

'Mummy! You just told me I can make love before I get married.' said
Natasha, feeling slightly shocked.

'Of course.' responded Jackie. 'With my blessing and with Daddy's
too. Don't get me wrong though.  I'm not encouraging you to be
promiscuous. I don't think that it's a particularly good idea to go to bed
with every Tom, Dick and Harry that you meet.'

'You went to bed with the Tom.' giggled Natasha.

'But not the Dick and Harry too.' laughed her mother. 'No, seriously,
you'll be very lucky indeed if you marry the first man that you fall in
love with.'

'Wasn't Daddy the first one you fell in love with?'

'Heavens no. He was the fourth. Or the fifth if you count the boy I was
going to marry when I was eight.'

'How old were you when you first made love?' asked Natasha suddenly.

"Er....you aren't a policewoman are you?' enquired Jackie.

'Ooh Mummy, were you younger than sixteen?' breathed her daughter, wide
eyed.

'It was a week past my fifteenth birthday.' admitted her mother.

'Golly. Who was he? What was it like?'

'He was the son of a doctor. I thought he loved me and it was a disaster to
tell the truth.'

'Oh dear. Was it really?'

'We did it standing up in a shop doorway. He hadn't really got a clue what
he was doing. I got the giggles just after he got inside me and it made him
lose his erection because he thought I was laughing at him.'

'Did you ever do it again?'

'No. We broke up just after that. I don't think he could have loved me
after all.'

'I think that's rather sad.' sighed Natasha.

'I suppose it was really. It's one of the main reasons why I want your
first time to be better.  I'd rather that you were at home in your own
bed. That both you and the boy knew what you were doing and above all that
you were using some sort of birth control.'

`Weren't you?'

'No. That sort of thing wasn't talked about in those days. Looking back on
it I can't believe how stupid I was or how lucky come to that. If we'd
actually gone the whole way I might have got pregnant a lot sooner than I'd
intended.'

'That would have been awful!'

'Wouldn't it? When you get to the stage that you're thinking about making
love with a boy, I want you to promise me that you'll talk to me about it
and I'll get you fixed up with some sort of contraceptive.'

'Tell me about contraceptives.' said Natasha, sitting up on the bed and
hugging her knees.

'All right.' agreed her mother and did so.

'Gosh, that's more complicated than I thought it was too.' said Natasha
afterwards.

'Not really. For somebody young like you it really comes down to a choice
between the sheath and the pill. If it looks like being a long term
relationship then the latter is definitely the better method. Your father
always called sheaths 'wellington boots' though because he said he might as
well be using one instead, the way it dulled sensation for him! Even so,
you're not ever to make love without one!'

Natasha thought the little joke extremely funny.

'Oh Mummy!' she said at last, wiping the tears of laughter from her
cheeks. 'We really do have the most marvellous conversations about sex. I
was talking to a group of other girls about it last term and from what I
can gather, their parents either say absolutely nothing, or sit them down
just the once and give them a lecture that leaves them feeling so confused
that they don't know what hit them.'

'I've always tried to take it gently.' explained her mother. 'It's a
subject that I want to teach both you and Andrew as much about as I can,
but only if you're interested. Rather than sitting you down and giving you
a great long lecture, the way you say some parents do, I'd much rather tell
you a bit at a time, as and when it seems appropriate. I think it's working
O.K. so far.'

'I certainly think so.' agreed Natasha. 'Talking to you about it is just
like talking to one of the girls at school. It's not a bit
embarrassing. You're more than a mother, you're a best friend too.'

'That's good. It's the way I feel about you too.'

Jackie hugged her daughter affectionately.

'I mean to say!' giggled Natasha. 'I bet there aren't many of my friends
who wouldn't absolutely die if they were caught masturbating by their
mothers. Not that I know if any of them do it, anyway.'

'You'll probably find that not many of them do.' conceded Jackie. 'I'm
afraid that it's a throw back to previous generations. Even today, when you
can discuss contraceptives over the dinner table and swap quite intimate
details about your sex life with your friends, nobody ever talks about
masturbation.  It's a taboo subject. Tom says that it's the same for
men. They'll talk about how they used to do it when they were boys, but not
one of his friends has ever admitted that he still does it nowadays.'

'How peculiar.' said Natasha.

'That's the way it goes. But at least we can discuss it within the family,
which I think is important.'

'Did you ever talk to your mother about it?'

'Heavens no I didn't even know it existed until your father asked me if I
did it. That was after we got married.'

'I'm lucky then, aren't I.' murmured Natasha.

'Yes, I think you are. Once I found out what fun it was I was furious that
I'd missed out for all those years!'

Natasha giggled.

'So what do you think of Toby's magic machine?' asked her mother, picking
it up again. 'Should I go out and buy one, do you think? I believe I've
seen them in Boots.'

'Oh, Mummy!' laughed Natasha. 'They're probably awfully expensive and I
don't know whether I'd want to use it that often.'

'I wasn't thinking just of you.' replied her mother mischievously. 'Andrew
uses it too and perhaps Daddy and I would like it as well?'

'You might,' agreed Natasha, 'Though I think that you'd better try it out
before you go wasting money on one.'

'OK then.' said Jackie easily and moved up onto the bed. 'I'll have a go
now. Will I be able to feel it through my jeans and pants or should I take
them off?'

Natasha looked at her mother wide eyed with amazement.

'Um .... I should think you'll feel it OK, but do you get sticky like I
do?'

'Terribly.' said Jackie.

'In which case you'll soak your pants and probably your jeans as well.'

'Right then.' said Jackie and standing up she peeled off the lower half of
her garments.

'Mummy you're incredible.' laughed Natasha.

'Just sex mad.' responded her mother. 'Now how do I use it?'

'Do you rub your clitoris when you use your hand?'

'Mostly.'

'Then make sure that the head of the machine rests at the top of your sex.'
advised Natasha seriously.  'That knob on the top changes the
vibrations. You'll just have to see what feels best.'

Jackie lay out on the bed and parted her legs.

'Oh.' said Natasha. 'Your sex looks just like mine.'

'Shouldn't it?' asked Jackie with a grin.

'Well it's just that the last time I stayed with Emma we decided to look at
each other down there and we're quite different. Emma's inner lips are much
larger than mine. You can see them even when she's standing up with her
legs together. The skin's a much darker colour too.'

'Everybody's different.' replied her mother. 'She sounds a little bit like
Laura.'

Laura Stevenson was Tom's youngest sister and Andrew and Natasha's
favourite aunt, a formal title which she detested.

'When did you see Laura's sex?' asked Natasha, highly intrigued.

'Well we haven't compared or anything,' laughed her mother. 'But if you'd
seen Laura naked recently, you'd have noticed that she's shaving off her
pubic hair at the moment.

'Why ever is she doing that?'

'Her current boyfriend prefers the 'little girl' look apparently.'

'How funny.' Natasha giggled.

'To answer your question though, I saw Laura naked in the bathroom without
her pubic hair the last time she stayed with us and I noticed that her
inner lips protruded, exactly the way that Emma's do from what I can
gather.

Natasha's eyes widened. "How fascinating.'

Jackie, placing the massager exactly as advised by her daughter, turned it
on.

'Good Lord!' she exclaimed. 'That feels most odd.'

'It does at first.' agreed Natasha. 'When you get used to it you'll
suddenly find that it feels really nice. I should move it around a bit if I
were you.'

'Aha, I think I've found the right spot.' chuckled Jackie. 'That feels a
lot better.'

Natasha perched on the bottom of the bed and after a little while her
mother gave a stifled gasp.

'Did you come?' she asked.

'Whee! Did I ever!' exclaimed Jackie.

'You don't move about as much as I do.' observed her daughter.

'Well to be honest I found doing it in front of you was actually slightly
more embarrassing than I thought it might beeeeeeeeeee!'

'Another one.' chuckled Natasha.

'Incredible!' gasped Jackie. 'It's so qui .... Omigod!'

This time she raised her bottom off the bed and ground against the machine.

'That looked like a good one.'

God, it certainly was!' panted Jackie. 'Doesn't it take your breath away?
You just get over one and you have anoth .... Wow!'

'That's four.' counted Natasha.

Jackie had a further three orgasms and then turned off the machine.

'My God, I don't think I can cope with any more.' she said weakly.

'Did you like it?' asked Natasha curiously.

'I think so. I'm not really sure to tell the truth. It's made me feel
really drained.'

She put her hand between her legs and felt the lips of her sex
gingerly. 'Goodness, I'm all swollen. My I'm really wet too. It's just as
well you told me to take off my jeans!'

'I thought so.' giggled Natasha.

'I think I'd better go to the bathroom and sort myself out.'

'Good idea. I think I might have one or two more climaxes now, because I'm
still feeling awfully sexy and I stopped at thirteen, which is unlucky.'
decided Natasha.

'All right.' laughed her mother. 'I'll look in on you in a bit to make sure
that you haven't had a heart attack.'

'I won't, will I?' asked Natasha anxiously.

'No, I shouldn't think so, but don't overdo it.'

Jackie was just about to flush the toilet when a small helpless cry from
across the landing announced Natasha's fourteenth climax. As she washed,
dressed and tidied up her make up, Jackie counted eight more.

'Natasha,' she laughed as she went back into the bedroom. 'That's twenty
two isn't it?'

'Twenty threeeeeee!' screamed her daughter.

'Heavens! '

'I think I'll just have one m.....aw.....aw....aaahhhh!' gasped
Natasha. 'Oh Mummy, it feels so good.'

Jackie shook her head in disbelief as once more Natasha let out a scream.

'Oh!' she panted, switching off the massager. 'That's it! I've never felt
so exhausted in my life.'

'What it is to be young.' chuckled Jackie. 'I felt like that after the
seven I had.'

'I think I could have gone on,' giggled Natasha weakly, "But my arms were
shaking so much that I couldn't hold the machine steady.'

She lay motionless and held her hand to her left breast.

'Heart beating fast?' asked Jackie.

'Absolutely pounding.'

'I suppose it's good cardiovascular exercise then.'

'I think I'll go to the loo now.' said Natasha and sitting up on the bed
she swung her feet to the ground. 'Oh Lord!' she gurgled as she tried to
stand up. 'My legs are so wobbly that I can't manage it'.

'Serves you right, you greedy girl.' laughed her mother. 'You'd better lie
down for a while.'

Taking the eiderdown off the bed she put it over her daughter who snuggled
down and immediately fell asleep. About an hour later, when Jackie looked
in, she found that Natasha was awake again.

'How are you feeling?'

'Still a bit peculiar.'

'Can you stand up?'

'Yes, I think so.'

Natasha rose to her feet and made her way unsteadily to the
bathroom. 'Twenty five was definitely too many.' she decided.

'Just one or two too many.' laughed Jackie.

'What's the time?'

'Almost one o'clock.'

'Heavens. I must have been asleep for ages. Andrew and Daddy will soon be
home. Could you put the machine back in Andrew's bedroom please. It was
under the bed at the top end. I don't really want him to know I had it.'

'You don't?'

'No. I haven't even let on that I can make myself come yet. He'd only make
me give him a demonstration and then he'd go telling Toby about it.'

'That sounds like Andrew.' laughed Jackie. 'Like his father too. OK, we'll
keep the whole thing a secret shall we?'

'Thanks Mummy.' said Natasha gratefully.

Interesting and delightful though the experience had been, Natasha swore to
herself that it was something that she would never repeat. She felt far
from right for the rest of the day and only regained her equilibrium after
a good night's rest.

It was several days until she once more felt the desire to play with
herself and even then she was reluctant to obey the urge within her. It was
only after she reached a splendid and highly gratifying climax that she was
quite certain that she had done herself no lasting damage with the
massager.

On the positive side was her discovery that she was able to achieve
multiple orgasms. Remembering her mother's words, Natasha decided one night
to see if she could give herself more than one climax with her hand. To her
surprise and pleasure she found that Jackie was quite right and she easily
went on to a second, then a third and then a fourth climax. She lay quietly
for a while wondering if she dared go on and deciding that she had got away
with thirteen during her first session with the massager, brought herself
off a further eight times before drifting off into satisfied slumber.

Many times during the remainder of the holidays Natasha visited her
brother's bedroom and offered to bring him off. Needless to say, it was an
offer that was always taken up with delight. Several times after such
erotic interludes she was strongly tempted to tell her brother about her
far superior orgasmic capabilities, but prudence always intervened and
instead she went to her bed and indulged in them for her own personal
satisfaction.

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