Jungle Fever
How I Accidentally Discovered Masturbation
When this happened to me, I knew nothing about masturbation or sex. My mom had no idea how to talk to us about it. At one point, she awkwardly tried to explain sex to me. With her thumb and pointer finger, she made a circle and said, “This is the woman.” Then she put up her other hand, pointed her finger, and said, “this is the man.” Next she put her pointer finger into the hole. That was my sex education. I knew sex was for reproduction but didn’t know there was pleasure involved.
When this story took place, I was completely oblivious. To keep this story in its truest and purest form, I’ve tried to use simple words because that was my vocabulary at the time. The words I use are exactly what was going through my head when I was experiencing this.
I was raised deep in the jungle as a daughter to missionaries. We had a 45ft. long boat that we would take 6 hours downriver to pick up supplies for the mission. It had a 40-horsepower motor on the back. It didn’t have a steering wheel; we just used the arm with the hand accelerator. A rubber-coated, 3/4-inch security cable wrapped around the back bench of the boat. This cable kept the motor from being stolen or falling off when we hit logs on the river.
One time, when I was coming of age, my father told me I had to take the boat down to pick up supplies. I went with my younger siblings and a worker who helped at the mission. On the trip back up river, I let my younger sister sit beside me on the back bench while I drove the boat. Normally, I’d just push the cable to the side but since we were both sitting on the bench, it wouldn’t push over far enough. It was under my butt cheek for a good portion of the trip, but that was very uncomfortable.
Trying to find a better position, I moved it from under my butt cheek and sat on it directly. It ran from front to back down my crotch. Very intense vibrations from the motor were traveling through the cable.
It felt kinda weird down there between my legs. I kept repositioning, trying to make it more bearable. I had no idea what was going on. My breathing began to change, and I started feeling funny. I thought maybe I was getting sick, although I didn’t feel sick; I just felt different. As I squirmed back and forth, moving my feet, legs, and hips trying to get comfortable, my breathing continued to get heavier.
This went on for a little while, but at one point I scooted my bottom back on the bench and leaned forward slightly; this allowed the cable to touch something between my legs that I had never felt before. My right hand was holding the steering arm of the motor; my other hand instantly dropped down and grabbed the bench to the left of me. I was breathing like a woman about to have a baby! My little sister asked me if I was okay.
“Yes!” I snapped, “Watch the river for logs!” My hips seemed to be creating a natural rhythm and slightly rocked forward and backward. At one point, I thought I might be having a heart attack, but it seemed lower in my stomach and it didn’t seem painful. Rather, it felt good!
In the culture that we lived in, it was believed that all Christian women need to wear dresses. My parents made us all wear dresses or long skirts everywhere we went. I pulled my skirt out from under me and let it fall over the back of the bench. This let the rubber cable ride directly against my white panties. I was gripping the steering arm firmly with my right hand and clenching the bench tightly with my left. I was trying to keep the boat straight on the river, but I felt very distracted!
All of a sudden, my whole body instantly tightened! A really good feeling exploded in my lower belly and shot throughout every part of me, ending in my fingertips and toes! I instantly squeeze my legs tightly together, my toes curled, and I held my breath. It felt like the whole world faded out of existence, and time and space were held in place. My body convulsed three or four times. I was so lost in the moment that I forgot I needed to breathe! After a few seconds, my brain kicked back in and said, “You can’t keep going!” I gasped for air as I jumped up and stood in the boat!
“Are you okay?” my sister asked again.
It took me a few seconds to regain my composure. “Yeah, yeah, yes… I… I just wanted, um, to, see the river better?!” I stumbled over my words. I was confused and worried that it might have been something bad or dangerous. Then again, why did it feel so amazing?!
I stood for the rest of the trip, avoiding that darn cable and trying to figure out what in the world just happened to me!
I was too intimidated to ask my parents about it and left it at that. (I actually burned my panties because they had a black stain from rubbing my wet pussy on the dirty cable. I was so embarrassed and would have felt mortified if someone saw my panties and asked me about it.)
I actually forgot about this until years later. I was telling my husband about my childhood, and all of a sudden, I realized that I had an orgasm that day! I masturbated with that rubber cable! Looking back, I think it was more intense than my Hitachi Wand!
This is one of my husband’s favorite stories. He loves me telling it to him, and sometimes, he adds more to the story to have fun with it as we masturbate together.
Fascinating. My parents gave me zero helpful information as well. The old if we don’t tell them they won’t do it philosophy. Hopefully I did better with my son. It was a difficult conversation but needed.
What was the number one question your son asked? Or wanted to know about?
My dad waited until i was 16 to have the talk. He said fertilizing eggs was a pleasurable experience, then asked if i had questions. Told him no. I was introduced to porn at 9 yrs old and learned about masterbating 2 years later so had been at it for years.
So glad you and your hubby are writing again. Love your previous posts. (still waiting for step 3 ?) This one was so interesting and nostalgic. Amazing to read about your upbringing on the mission field and to be encouraged that a "conservative " upbringing did not prevent you from discovering how amazing and erotic married sex can and should be.
I don’t know what it would be like, but this needs a cartoon, maybe “Far Side” like, with the caption, “Sally’s father never understood why his daughter’s friends were suddenly so eager to drive the boat to get supplies.” Or, great material for an anthropologist’s research: Western conservative evangelical missionaries, their children, and unique sex education experiences in a third culture environment. (Anthropologists and missionaries have a love/hate relationship.)
Aww! Thank you so much, that is encouraging, Happy Hubby! I didn't know people actually took note of us?. At one point I was trying to add some notes to my "how to give a blow job" story but I deleted the whole thing by accident?. Unfortunately I've done that twice on here, by my own mistakes, but it discouraged me from writing for a while. Also our 4 children keep me quite busy.
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SecondMarge, I like how you described it as "didn't tell and they won't do it" lol. We have had great success using the 4 book series "God's Design for Sex" by Stan & Brenna Jones. I will say, we started with our children when they were young and the books are made to work that way, I'm not sure how they work starting with older children. But we have been so blessed, so many amazing testimonies about our children and our other friends who have used these books. I keep meaning to do a marriage heat advice story about the books, but it keeps getting away from me.
Yes, having daughters myself…please write about these books!
I LOVE this story… and LOVE hearing about the “single Christian” perspective… whether that’s memories or in real time. Thanks!
Thanks for sharing, this is a very sweet story and intriguing story. I just shared my first masturbation experience by making a comment on the "Talking to your children about masturbation" story. I find it very interesting to hear about peoples first times masturbating and how they discovered themselves. My best friend once told me how he first masturbated using a vacuum cleaner, and how afterword the vacuum broke and never worked again, lol.
So how about it MH peeps? What is your coming of age masturbation story???
Now that is funny. Hundreds of moms with broken vacuums now wondering.
Stories like this fascinate me because (being very sheltered) I had NO idea how women discovered masturbation! For guys, it's pretty basic, but for women I'm always intrigued by the varied ways they discover themselves, and the unusual objects or situations that lead to it or play into play. Anyone else have unique "discovery" tales?
I remember reading a book years ago where a woman described what she did when she was 8 years old. At recess time at school she discovered that it felt really good between the legs when she slid down the fireman's pole on the jungle gym. She said she spent many an hour in pure bliss riding down that pole every recess and no one was the wiser.
I wish I had discovered it much sooner. Not sure if I was just too naive or had the scripture pounded in my head that any act that can not result in conception is unclean and a sin.
Sorry you had to go thru that. May God bring you healing and freedom and may you be blessed with a wonderfully fulfilling sex life and forgive anyone you need to.
Amazing, seeing/reading the innocent discovery of masturbation is fascinating. I always wondered how it came about for girls. I’m sure not many involved a boat but I have heard hot tub jets, certain workout equipment. As a guy I was surprised how good the shower felt one time so I stayed there for a few minutes then blew up. My first thought was I’d hurt myself but it felt so over powering I tried it again and that’s how it went. Yours is a awesome story of discovery. Fantastic, thank you.
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Thank you for sharing this experience with us.