As a elementary school boy in the sixth grade I had learned about masturbation.  I tried it when home one weekend when dad was at work and mom went to the store.  I let the dog out first and had the house to myself.  So I started trying it
and all sort of beginner things were going wrong.  I rubbed my self raw before I remembered about having a mens magazine with images of nude women.  Finally I got everything right
and just before I came I felt like I had been hit in the balls by lightning.  OOooww  it felt like I was going to pee a razorblade.

Something shot thru me I hadn't felt before. Probably functions of my reproductive system were forced open by the hydraulic pressure of my attempted ejaculation.  There was just a little bit of clear thick semen that I had heard about
referred to cum.  With each following time I would feel it to a lesser extend until after time I just felt the ejaculation pumping thru me enmasse.  As time went on the volume slowly diminished to the couple spoonfulls you always hear
people talking about.  That was my introduction to orgasm.

Later when I became sexual with girls I had a difficult time
having an orgasm.  She was so worried and confused, I think
feeling she wasn't adequate.  I would just explain to her I had
been lecutred so much about not getting a girl pregnant that I didn't know if I would be able to cum for a girl if my life depended on it.  She had just had a baby and given it up for adoption only months before....and considered me a find.

So we enjoyed sex without my cumming.   Finally she began to want me to do it and I asked if I should masturbate and shoot it on her tummy.  I hadn't ever done such a thing and
was having trouble so she pulled the pillow over her face for some reason and I was able.  I guess it was like looking at pictures of nude women that way.

When she felt the first spirt hit her she pulled the pillow away
to watch the rest of my orgasm.  Her reaction of delight and support was what I needed to work thru my guilt, fears, shame, uncertainty, and cast off the old values placed on me in childhood which were likely placed there to protect me.  It is just that it was up to me to remove them, but that wouldn't have happened without someone with her experience
to support me as I did so.  I no longer felt bad or harbored guilt for having some sexual pleasure in my life as I did before.
I had learned well the lessons of how people conceived and was overtrained at avoiding it.  Now it would be time to balance the necessary caution while having the sexual freedom of a young adult in a responsible manner.

As an side note, she had an interesting reaction to her
ordeal of being pregnant. The guy ran off, her folks threatened to disown her and she was sent to a home where when the child was born it would be put up for adoption at birth, and she never see or contact it.  It left major scars in her with guilt and shame being the most obvious.

Most young women see their sexuality as part of their alure for the boys and learn to work it into the mix of socializing.
She of coursed liked sex and boys, but worried about her dad and mom's injunction about being disowned if she messed up again.  It was a tightrope for both of us.

When we would make love she would often appear to have an orgasm, then go wild and pass out.  She would get up and run into the wall and fall down.  It was rather frightening at first.
Often she wouldn't come out of her passed out stage for hours or until the next morning. I learned to nip her earlobe gently with my teeth when trying frantically to find a way to help her.  It was a real problem when she did it as she could hurt herself involuntarily.

I found later a description of the phenomenon. It's called "La Petite Mort" which translated from French is beautiful agony or in her instance....small death.  It can stem from a deeply rooted guilt trauma I'm told.  Appearantly the orgasm brought it on with a narcoleptic collapse, then sleep resembling a temporary death.

I know the pain which shoots thru her is a major issue for her nate, but it could be worse.  Sometimes people who have been sexually abused may have hangups and drive their loved one to witts end.  But they have to work thru it for themselves. Your help and support will allow her come to grips with it better.  

eDJ