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My female cousin (1 1/2 years younger than me and a gorgeous redhead today) and I were playing with this oster hand massager. Well, as we messed around, it found its way to my crotch and ZING! it felt really really good. So I told her to try it and she agreed, this thing felt great right there.
About that time, mom came by and told us to stop doing that.
Flash forward about two years (now 13).
I had started to notice my penis would get hard and when I touched it, it felt pretty good. I remembered the vibrator and how it felt, so I hunted it up and yes, it still felt pretty good. So good in fact that I had to stop very quickly. Well one day I didn't stop and holy cow, I thought I broke it, I spasmed so hard with an orgasm.
I was afraid to try it again for about a week.
After that, I abused that poor vibrator for years. In fact, I had to have my best friend clue me that I could get the same results just using my hand. Since I was accustomed to the increased stimulation, this actually was somewhat difficult to do, but I eventually got the hang of things.
Ah, memories.
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