ve - eventually - and as I stood there watching her leaving the house, I felt a strain below my belt. My penis was rapidly expanding beneath my underwear. Maintaining my composure in her seductive presence had been too much. I'd sworn never to touch myself down there. The priest always said it was the most grievous of sins. But I would pray for forgiveness later. Right now, what I needed was some relief. I pondered for a moment how to go about '"doing the deed". I had no memories of ever having masturbated before. Chris used porn when he did it. I knew that. Perhaps I could do the same.

Ten minutes later, I emerged from Chris' room with four or five magazines in my arms. I placed them on my bed and started scanning through them. The first two featured pretty nudes standing or sitting in seductive poses, but the other two were more hardcore. One image that particularly struck me was one of two very beautiful women caressing a mans' erect penis with their outstretched tongues. I knew what I had to do. I unzipped my fly, pulled down my trousers and underpants and started to slowly manipulate my extending member. Gradually, the stroking motion developed a momentum of its own. It all came so naturally to me. I felt as though I'd been doing it all my life. And the sensation was like nothing I'd ever known before. How had I resisted this impulse to self-gratify for so many years. The minutes passed unnoticed. I became preoccupied with the obscene photographs in the magazines on my bed, all of which were now stained in places with what I later discovered to be called pre-cum. And boy, was I sweating! How long had I been at myself, rubbing my penis vigorously like this? It didn't matter. I would keep this up forever if I could. This was the greatest feeling in the world! And then, it happened.The thing that shamed me for all time...

I had been so busy tossing off that I hadn't heard the door - nor Samantha's footsteps as she went from room to room in search of me. I had been completely oblivious of everything around me up to the very end. And then, she entered my room. She'd tried everywhere else in the house, so my room had seemed the obvious place to look. Oh, if only I'd been more careful, shut the door or something. But I wasn't and for that I will forever live in shame. Samantha entered my room to see my sitting at the end of my bed, directly facing the door, my face buried in the magazine I held aloft in my left hand, my right had rigorously caressing my totally erect penis. I had just moved it down lower to fondle my balls when she entered, and when I looked up, there she was, staring in shock and horror as my right had fingered the base of my testicles. And then I froze. I could not think I was in so much shock. Eventually, I managed to utter some barely intelligible words. She did not respond but continued staring at my enlarged penis. I was too stunned to even remove my hand from my testicles. 

"Samantha," I finally said. "You...you should have knocked. She glared at me.

"This is the most disgusting thing I have ever seen. You're masturbating! Only deviants masturbate! I'm going to tell everyone about this." And with that, she left. I did not try to follow her, merely sat there in silence for a long time. My reputation was ruined. I had nothing left to lose. And so, with a sigh, I gave up caring and proceeded with my wanking session. An hour later, Chris came in and started roaring at me over what Samantha had told him. I simply ignored him and kept on wanking until he left the room. I didn't finish up until almost midnight. Then I went to bed and, when I awoke the next morning, packed my bags. I took the number 15 bus to Terrace Street and booked a coach. I didn't care where it was headed. After that day, I masturbated whenever I felt like, generally when there were attractive women I fancied around. They were disgusted by my behaviour but I didn't care. I spent most of my days after that in the downtown sex cinema, stroking myself silly from morning til noon. They don't call me Billy-No-Mates for nothing.

                               

is was simply over the phone. And we had both gotten to the point that we could barely even get hot without each other. It was going to be a week of bliss for me, and I prayed that I didn’t fuck it up. She was going to come down just to see me, and I knew that almost half of the week would be taken up, just acting out everything we had typed on the computer and said to each other over the phone.

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            I woke up early that morning to run around the house and make sure everything was clean, if not immaculate. She knew that I was a messy person, but I wanted to show her that I would go to good lengths just for her. I smiled and picked up the box that held her Christmas present in it. She had told me many times that all I had to do was put a bow on myself or my cock and she’d have already had the greatest Christmas present I could get her, but I knew that I wanted to get her something special. Something she could show her friends to let them know that not only did I exist, but also I did love her (I don’t think the vibrator I got her for her birthday a couple months before would be good for that). I sat on the couch and listened to some Christmas music, waiting for her to call and let me know that she was on her way. I had dozed off and begun to dream of her and I making love in many different positions when the call came, “Hello?” I asked.

            “Jason?” came the voice from the other end.

            My heart nearly leapt out of my throat when she said my name, “Anne, hi! You almost ready to come down here?”

            “Meh, my dad’s being an ass. Asking me things like ‘where are you going to stay,’ and ‘you’re going to use protection, right.’ But yeah, I’m pretty much ready.”

            I chuckled and sighed, yawning slightly. “oh are you tired?” she asked me, “I can let you go and you can get some sleep before coming to get me.”

            I growled low into the phone, “no, I’m fine. I was just dozing off and dreaming of us again.”

            I could almost feel the smile on the other end, “Oh? Do tell.”

            “Hm, well it was about midday and we were in bed still, right?”

            “Right.”

            “I had just woken up a little and was curled around you, with you facing away from me. I softly kissed your neck and started to rub your stomach.”

            I paused for a moment, smiling to myself as the memory of the dream became vivid. I could hear her starting to breath heavy on the other side of the phone. “You woke up just a little and smiled at my touch as I slid my hand down your stomach to your underwear and rubbed your pussy over the soft fabric.”

            “hot,” she said.

            “I began to rub harder and harder and your breathing became heavier, I moved your underwear to the side and slid a finger into your pussy, keeping my thumb on your clit. I probed inside of you until I felt you tense up from hitting your g-spot, then rubbed it lightly. You began to grind against my hand, pushing my thumb into your clit harder and harder.”

            She moaned into the phone, and I wanted to bring out my own cock and start rubbing myself, but had made a promise to myself that I’d wait for her to come down here. “Soon you began to just fuck my hand and I leaned over you and kissed you deep and hard, rubbing my tongue against yours and using my other hand to play with and massage your breasts, rubbing your hard nipples with my fingertips.”

            She moaned again then whispered into my ear “bring it out, I want to hear you.”

            “I-I promised myself…”

            “I don’t fucking care what you promised yourself, I want you to bring it out and jack off over the phone or I’m not coming down there.”

            I slowly brought my seven and a half inch penis out of my pajama pants and began to stroke the bottom of it with my thumb and index finger. At my mere touch it sprang to full attention and my breathing began to quicken. “What else happened?” she asked me.

            “I kissed down your neck and chest, lifting up your shirt and pulling it off your body, then began to suck on your nipples.”

            Her breathing quickened as well and she began to moan into my ear, which turned me on more. I reached over the arm of the couch and brought out my baby oil gel that I used as lubrication and clicked it open. She gasped and chuckled into the phone, “I heard your lube again.”

            I poured a small amount onto my fingertips and spread it over the bottom of my cock, then wrapped my hand around it and began to slowly, but firmly, stroke it. My breathing intensified as I could feel that I was already close to cumming. “What else did we do?” she whispered into my ear, her voice shaking.

            “I would pick up the pace with my fingers and you would grind harder into my hand to match, until…until…”

            I heard her breath get even quicker over the phone and she began to moan and whimper a little, “I love you.” I whispered.

            Her moans became louder and I could no longer hold it back. I grunted and twitched as I came. Long, thick streams of white semen shooting out of my cock and landing on the floor. “I love you too,” she whispered into my ear, and my orgasm intensified tenfold.

            As we both came off of our orgasms we chuckled and breathed heavily into the phone. “God that was good.”

            “Yeah, it was.”

            “Damn you’re good at this.”

            “I know.”

            I looked at the clock and sighed, “when do you leave?”

            “I should leave in about five minutes.”

            “Alright, I love you.”

            “I love you too….oooh, chills.”

            I confirmed the airline and flight number with her, making sure that she and I were as synchronized as we could be. A few minutes later she said that she had to go and would see me in a few hours. With much reluctance, I let her go, excited that I would see her before the end of that day and we would spend the next week living out our fantasies with one another.

            After listening to the dial tone on the phone for a couple more seconds, I sighed and hung it up, then leaned over and set the alarm for a couple of hours later and fell back asleep, dreaming of more things to do with my red haired goddess.

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osely to his deep, kinda sexy voice talking through the receiver of my phone. He asked me what I was looking for. I sent a message back, telling him I was hoping to find a nice man to have a nice conversation with, and asked him what he was looking for as well. I waited for a response. And waited. And waited. And waited. Finally, he had responded, asking me if we could connect and actually talk. The way he asked just made me shiver in excitedness. So, I invited him to directly connect with me. The phone line went dead for a few seconds. "Hello?" I said, wondering, and a little scared, that I got disconnected. "Hey there", he responds, and I feel a rush of exstacy pour through my body. I giggled back a hello. "You know what I want?", he asks me, and really, I had no idea, so I reply "No", with another nervous giggle. He laughs, and says, "Your mouth around my throbbing cock". I let out a tiny gasp, not expecting him to say what he just did, as I feel the blood rush to my face and my nipples harden. "You like that, I can tell", and I can hear the big smile on his face as he said that. All I could let out was a "Mmhmm". He laughed, "Well, you can have your head bobbing up and down, and I can get underneath you and press my face into your sweet little flower". I closed my eyes and moaned, feeling my clit swell up. I listen to him start to breathe heavy and say, "I'd shove my tongue deep inside you, running my teeth across your clit sodtly, swallowing every little drop that comes outta you". I slowly unbutton my jeans and slip them off, along with my underwear and spread my legs open wide, petting my huge clit softly, feeling it start to throb. "Then, as I'm about to unload in your mouth, I pull your head off of my cock and kiss you softly, letting you taste your juices in my mouth". I lick my lips, imagining what his mouth, full of the taste of my pussy, would taste like. "Then, I'd stand you up, sit you on my kitchen counter, and shove my cock inside of you, pushing into you hard". My god. I shoved my fingers into my wet hole, letting out a huge moan. "Mmm, you like that, don't you, sexy? You love the feel of my hard cock pounding deep inside of you". I moaned a loud "Ohh, yes", three of my fingers shoving deep inside of me, my knuckles running over my g-spot. I listen to him moaning faster and faster, and he asks me in a deep voice, "Where do you want my cum baby?". Breathlessly, my fingers pumping inside me as I'm about ready to burst, I whisper that I want his cum in my mouth. I hear him grunt and groan as he tells me he is cumming. Then I hear him let out a strong moan, and as I hear him moan, I realize I can't hold on much longer. My pussy erupts, throbbing hard, dripping all over. As I catch my breath, recovering from the greatest feeling I have ever felt in my life, I whisper, "Thank you". He laughs and gives me a breathless "You're welcome". When I finally caught my breath, I went to ask him his name, when the lady's recorded voice tells me that he had disconnected. I let out a sigh and felt my face turn into a frown. So I hung up the phone, and tried to fgure out whether what just happened was real or not. I've tried looking for him many times, but I never found him. So, I guess he will be forever known as Mr. Mystery.

g and figured I was in similar company, guys looking for a place to unload.  So I'm there and getting closer to actually jacking off when I hear a voice behind me "Can I give you a hand with that?"     A little startled, I jumped, and looked behind me to see a woman standing there with a shy looking grin.  I just sat there cock in hand, just a little shocked.  I thought for a second of how it must have looked pants down around my knees.  She came in a but closer and asked again, looking at my exposed crotch, with my hand trying in vane to cover up what I had been doing, but that was silly.  I'm sitting here, like a kid that just got caught, well, you know, I just got caught beating off, so, now what.   Here's this girl, offering to help me, but what does that really mean.  I'm flustered about getting caught by a total stranger, who is offering to do something that nobody had ever offered to do in the past.  Nobody has ever touched me before, only in my dreams and fantasies.  This is the kind of thing that I think about when I take care of things myself. "Move your hand, I want to see it" she says, and with a little hesitation, I moved my hand.  I guess it was the shock of it all, I was getting softer. "I like it" she says as she reached down to touch me.  Her hand is warm and soft, as she took me and started to stroke me gently, softly.  She was talking to me, but I don't have a clue what she is saying.  I looked at her face, she was watching the video, smiling and pulling my hard-on.  I'm watching her, she's watching the video, and I am having a hard time believing this girl is actually doing this for me.  She hasn't asked for anything in return. Finally I relax and go with it.  She seems to be content just giving me a hand job, so I start to enjoy what is going on.  Her hand was working me well. I was really well.  Her hand was soft and warm, and the thrill of it was bringing me closer and closer to shooting my load. "I'm going to cum"  I said, to which she had me stand up.  Standing beside me, she had one hand on my cock, and with her other hand she reached behind and through my legs to stroke my balls. That was all it took, I started to shoot.  I was shooting cum all over the wall and the video monitor, but I didn't care.  This was the best I had ever had.  Again, I had never had anyone ever do that for me before.  I didnt' want it to stop.   I looked at her, she was smiling, and slowly stroking me, watching as what ever was left in me dribbled out and down her hand.  She milked me for every drop. She took her hand and licked it clean, and went back for more. She left as quietly as she came in, leaving me there pants down and short of breath.  My knees were week, and I wasn't sure if I could walk out without everyone knowing what had happened, so I sat for a bit.  The video was still playing, but I couldn't be bothered with it.  I had just had my first assisted orgasm, and it was great.  After a few minutes, I got up and went straight to the door.  I didn't want to look around, I didn't want to see anyone there. So, finally out the door I started for home.  Once there, I went for the shower and remebered what all happened.  This, with the hot water, got me going again.  I came again, but it was nothing like what I got in the porn shop, nothing at all.

k a step towards each other and finally our lips met. Our emotions flooding out of us in a passionate kiss, as she removed my top and ran her hands up and down my back, pushing her body closer to mine as our tongues continued to meet.
She pushed me onto her bed and laid herself on top of me, grinding her hips against me as we kissed once more, my cock was now getting hard and she could feel it, she began to undo my pants and took them off, along with my undies. She placed her hand on my now fully erect cock and slowly began to jerk it, causing me to moan in pleasure. She kissed me again and began to slowly kiss her way down my body. Stopping at each nipple to make it erect. All the while still jerking me off. The room silent except for my occasional moan.
When she reached my cock, she took it into her mouth. Just the head at first, sucking and licking the head causing me to take sharp breaths. She slowly began to take more and more in until she hit the bottom, she started slowly moving her head, up and down, building up pace and then stopping, taking her mouth away and started slowly jerking me again. And without warning she engorged my cock again, taking it all in and starting to bob up and down at a ferocious speed, causing me to moan louder than ever before.
It wasn’t long until my breathing started to become deeper and she realised this and stopped and waiting a while and began again. First slowly and then at full speed once again. It hardly took anytime for my breathing to be deep again and my moaning to increase and I neared orgasm

At this point in time I was starting to near a real orgasm as these thoughts rushed through my mind. I began to speed up my jerking as my orgasm approached.

My orgasm was approaching and fast and she showed no signs of slowing the sucking. I screamed out, and exploded into her mouth and she continued to take it and swallow it all.

As this happened I too came, hard. It splurged everywhere and it soon subsided.
I couldn’t wait til it was time to sleep that night.


This is my first story of this nature so please be kind. Feedback is wanted. Let me know if I should write another story.

 

was going to be alone that night because he had dropped off a VHS
tape with a
note to call him in the morning to let him know my reaction.

I had enjoyed x-rated movies before, some with Luke. The first time
he brought
one over, I couldn't believe my eyes. By the time we finished
watching the
movie my mouth was so dry I could hardly swallow, but my pussy was so
wet I'm
sure my dress was damp where it had fallen between my legs. I'm also
sure Luke
knew what I had on my mind. He brought over others for me after that
and I
always looked forward to each new movie. I loved to watch the guys
fucking
and licking the girls in the films and I especially liked to pretend
it was on
my stomach or on my tits their semen spilled. I dreamed of rubbing it
into my
skin, my pubic hair, my pussy lips and then sucking my fingers until
their
wetness was licked away. But I hadn't watched one in months. So I
especially
looked forward to an evening of fantasy as I took Luke's movie out of
it's
container and slipped it into the recorder.

The film I put in the player that night, however, was not what I
anticipated.
This one did not have guys. It was only about girls.

It might have been the wine. It might have been the dim light. Or it
might have
just been my mood. In any case, as I watched the movie, I gradually
realized my
breathing had become shallow and I could almost feel my heart beat
beneath my
breast. As the women touched each other and kissed each other and
rubbed their
breasts against each other, I became aware of a part of myself only
hinted at
before. I found myself wishing I was with them. That it was my skin
being
stroked; my lips being kissed. My face became hot and flushed. I
looked over my
shoulder as though to see if anyone was there, watching, reading my
thoughts.
My shirt became moist with perspiration and as its cloth touched my
nipples
they became so sensitive I found my hand moving beneath the cloth,
cupping the
soft underside of my breast, my fingers gently squeezing each to make
sure the
feeling I was experiencing was really coming from me.

Then two of the girls in the movie moved to the shower, began bathing
each
other and as they rubbed the soap on the others bodies I became aware
of my
other hand slipping between my own legs, pressing hard against myself,
trying to hold in the response that was beginning to rise within my
body. After
soaping thoroughly they began to shave each others pubic hair. When
they
finished, they moved to the bedroom to continue their embraces. As I
watched
their lovemaking and gazed upon their newly shaved pink pussies, I
experienced
my first orgasm. I found my hand drenched with my own wetness. My
breasts ached
as I pressed harder against them with my hand and arm. And when I
finished I
knew what I wanted, at that moment, more than anything else; and I
knew the
evening would not be completed until I had been satisfied.

I rewound the tape to the beginning of the shower scene, turned the
TV and
recorder off and moved to my own bathroom. I lit some candles, saved
in the
bathroom for special nights, turned off all the other lights and
filled the
tub with water, scenting it with a soothing bath oil Luke had given
me. The
t-shirt came off as I slipped into the warm water and felt its gentle
caress.
As I lay in the water remembering the scenes of the shower and
recalling the
vision of the newly bared mons and lips, my body took on a new
sensitivity.
Each nerve seemed more alive than ever. The soap became a lover as it
used my
own hand to stroke my body. Soon my attention was turned to my own
pubic hair.
I have never had very much and what is there is sparse and soft.
Because of
the blond color, it seems almost invisible. But that would not be
enough. I
knew every hair must be removed. The soap was applied and as the
razor glided
across my skin, the threatened sharpness brought a new awareness
within the
delicate tissue. Sensuality was joined by a veiled perception of
fear. Starting
at the top and then moving down and back, I paid special attention to
the small
fine hairs around my clitoris and between the lips. The area below
the vagina
and around my ass was also shaved. When finished, I lay back in the
water, my
eyes closed, and ran my fingers across the now smoothed pussy
confirming that
indeed all its hair was gone.

I'm not sure how long I remained there, but finally I moved to the
bedroom and
toweled myself dry. A softly perfumed lotion was obtained from the
dresser and
I returned to the TV room, this time without the t-shirt. A record of
gentle
music was selected and placed on the player. The TV and video were
started but
without sound as I realized the only words I wanted to hear would be
my own
thoughts. As the scenes repeated, I applied the lotion. First across
my chest
and then cupping each breast with one hand, I began to stroke the
upper
sensitive skin with the other, moving closer with each caress to the
areola and
nipple. As my finger applied just a drop of the lotion to the
surrounding pink
areas, my nipples and the small papilla around them began to project
out. But
they were not hard. Instead they had taken on a softness and
sensitivity I had
not experienced before. I had to stop. As the women on the screen
made love to
each other I realized the only way I could join them would be within
my mind
and the TV images had become a barrier instead of a door to
fulfilling my
fantasy.

I turned everything off and returned to the bedroom. Laying on the
bed, in the
darkness, I became aware of my body in a new way; almost as though it
had an
existence of its own. My hand returned to my breasts and I found them
even more
sensitive than before. I grasped the nipples between my fingers,
gently pulling
and twisting. A breath of warm air blew across my naked body. A soft
ache
entered my pelvis. My hand move down my abdomen. Slowly the tips of
my fingers
began to brush across the newly shaved mons. A moan escaped from me.
It was
like a voice from another area of my mind, an echo from another
existence. I
continued down to my labia, along the sides and then between. But now
I didn't
need a lotion. The juice from my pussy was flooding and as I caressed
my newly
smoothed softness I found there was nothing to compare with my own
silky cream.
My fingers found their way to my mouth allowing my tongue to taste
and lick the
passion from their tips. As they returned to my pussy, I felt a
strange and
freighting feeling begin to rise within my body. The palm of my hand
pressed
against my clitoris as my fingers slipped between my lips and into
the depths
of my vagina. I began to massage the soft ridges within me. My legs
came back
as the other hand sought my now swollen lips and clitoris.

My strokes began slowly, but soon the difference between slow and
fast became
meaningless as I began to lose control. The feeling within my pelvis
had taken
over. My heart ached from its pounding and I had to gasp for air
because
I forgot to breathe. Two, three, then four of my fingers found their
way into
my pussy as it pleaded for more. Perspiration covered me. A musky
odor mixed
with the smell of perfume and my own body became a stimulant to my
senses as my
mind exploded with sensations. Then, within me, I felt the inner
ridges of my
vagina smoothed out and open as though expecting a gift. At the same
time, the
outer area tightened and began to spasm with urgency and ecstasy,
trying to
prevent any escape. I heard a scream and realized it was my own.
Juices poured
from me as I began to rub and spread them over my body, my breasts,
my arms, my
face. I put some on my nipples, pushed my breast towards my mouth and
used my
tongue to lick it off. My hands caressed every part of my body. I was
insane
with a rapture of sexuality. My orgasm had taken complete control of
my mind
and body. I was its prisoner, it was my lover and I responded in any
way it
demanded.

I can't tell you how long this went on but slowly the fog of
sensuality was
replaced with an overwhelming need for sleep. As I fell into a deep
sleep, I
thought of Luke and how I was going to explain my response to his
movie. I also
wondered if there was anyone else I could share it with.

wim suit tanning, I could tell she had a nice little pussy in those panties also. She new I was looking and I gave my self a quick rub in front of her, jerking myself just a bit. She smiled up at me but diden\'t say anything. Knowing she was their looking from the other bathroom I started taking off my pants and shirt. It wasent long before I was buck naked in front of the window with her peeking out at me. I moved my hand down to my now trobbing cock and started to jerk off for her to see. I was jerking away and thought just for the hell of it put my leg up. I them put my finger in my mouth and got it good and wet. Then off to my asshole. As I rubbed my hole I jerked away. I kind of got a bit lost in the moment but when I looked back over she was no longer hidden. In fact she was looking right at me and a sort of smile was on her face. Well I wasen\'t going to stop what I was doing so I just kept on jerking off. All the sudden she pulled up her shirt and showed me her little tits. Man oh man they were nice. Little tities with little pink nipples. I smiled at her and as both our windows were open I asked her to show me some more. I coulde\'t believe it when she pulled down her pants and took them off. She had on these little white panties that she then pulled down also. Fuck me! Nice little box! She had just the littlest bit of hair but she did have some. There she was across from me with her panties down and her little tits showing me what shes got. Me there jacking off for her and getting a lot closer to coming all over the place. Next thing she does is reach down and start to finger herself. She pulled up on the top of her little pussy and was rubbing her little clit as I wanked for her. It was but a few moments later that I shot my load almost all the way across the distence over to her. The look in her eyes and on her face when I blew was so cool. I could tell she liked what she saw. I was liking watching her also. Now we do it all the time. Show each other a good time by masturbating in front of each other. Yesterday she asked me if her little sister could come in and watch also. I told her that would be fine as long as she showed me her treats also. I can\'t wait till their bath time. You can bet my shower time will be at the same time.   

t night (and even during the day, and I've been called a sleepy head for all the "naps" I took). I had boyfriends and we touched and fondled but I never actually fucked anyone, although sometimes I'd secretly wish for them to just pull down my panties and take me.

  And at night I'd dream of having a cock inside me, be it in my ass, my mouth or my pussy. I always wanted a toy but never got around to buying one (I'd die of shame if anyone found it and new how much I played with myself).

 But then came the day I got my first apartment.

 You see because I always lived alone or with room mates my masterbation practices were always limited. But now I had a space all to myself.

 I could cyber, look up porn, lay on top of the covers naked fingering myself anytime I wanted to.

 But it wasn't enough. I had done it all before. I needed something new.

 Then I was out grocery shopping and saw it. It was a carrot, but it was the size of a fat cock like the ones I had seen in pornos. It was common enough and I wondered how something that hard and big would feel so I slipped it in my basket amongst my milk and eggs.

 So I got home and put away my groceries, drew the curtians and started to look at some porn.

 After a while I was really wet so I stripped down. I took off my d-cup bra and slid my hands down my flat stomache urging my underwear off my round ass and letting it slide to the floor.

 I had shaved so my pussy was as smooth as when I first started playing with myself, only I was a little more filled out now.

 I unwrapped the carrot and laying on the bed I began to slide it up and down my slit but was suprised at how cold it was.

 I regarded the carrot for a moment. It was the right shape and hardness for the job but the chill wasn't pleasing at all. I wanted it to feel like a real cock.

 I tried warming it under my arm and between my thighs but still it would not reach the right temperature.

 So finally I put the carrot in the mircowave and zapped it for thirty seconds at a time until it was hot enough. This time when I rubbed it up and down my slit I almost came at the sensation.

 It was so perfect. I rubbed my clit with it and it was like having a hot cock teasing my pussy. I decided I wasn't going to prepare myself for my carrot cock, just take it like a real cock and let it tear me in half.

 I found my hole and shoved it in as hard as I could. It didn't get past the head and it just wouldn't go any farther. I adjusted the angel and shoved again and holy fucking god...

 I loved it. It felt like a real cock. I looked down and saw the carrot still had alot to go... my pussy was being stretched but I would not stop. I wanted to rape myself with my carrot cock.

 I pushed one last time and was blind sided by the most intense orgasm I ever felt. I arched off the bed and was screaming, "Aaaahhhh! Oh fucking gggoooooddd!" It was so powerful that I passed out immeadiately after with the carrot still in my pussy.

 I still wish for a real cock, but for now... I have my carrot, and I'm hoping my webcam will arrive soon so I can share this experience with everyone.

quo;s member reacted quickly to suck a sight. He could feel his dick growing and pushing into the front of his pants. The girls stopped off at the café leaving him to walk the rest of the hall to the parking lot free of potential embarrassment

Zack came home from work to find the house buzzing with activity. Every day at home was a full of life with Zack his parents and younger sister all in once house.  Zack’s younger sister Sarah gathered a group of friends over for a few drinks and a movie. Everyone is gathered around in the kitchen sharing mixed drinks and a few beers.  The houses full of people caught Zack off guard. His whole ride home was spent rubbing his crotch through his pants waiting to get home and so he could relieve himself.  He stopped in the kitchen to grab himself a drink before heading to his bedroom to change.

After spending a few hours watching TV and relaxing he still felt an urge. Zack closed the door to his bedroom and put on a DVD. He began to think about the sexy girls at work now committed to his memory . It didn’t take him long at all to get into the video. He pulled off his t-shirt sat down on the bed. His dick is growing tight against his leg. He slowly unzipped his pants giving his dick some room to breathe. He wraps his had around the shaft of his dick and begins to stroke it slowly. A wave of pleasure comes over him as he can finally give his dick the attention that it needs. His hand continues to work up and down the shaft of his cock. He keeps pace with the girl getting deep dicked on the DVD.  He lets out a sigh as things really heat up. He starts to stroke harder as he gets more and more excited. His free hand is rubbing and pinching at his nipple. Almost off in his own world he gets pulled back by the sound of voices and footsteps. He was startled as he had thought everyone had gone home for the night. Between the sound of the porn and the bed springs whoever was outside of his room definitely knew he was up to something. He adjusted the volume and kept on with business.

At first he was a bit embarrassed at the thought of someone hearing him jerk off. As he got back into his rhythm the embarrassment turned into curiosity. He jerked his dick faster and faster thinking about one of his sister’s friends walking in and seeing his dick exposed.   He let out a solid moan as he stroked faster and faster while pinching his nipple. A flood of pleasure and relief poured through his body. His dick throbbed shooting out a thick stream of cum up into the air. Two more shots landed on his stomach. He continued to stroke his dick milking out every drop of cum. Zack did his best to keep the volume down knowing there were other people in the house, but his pent up tension did little to help.  “Oh well” he thought to himself. Sarah and her friends had all been drinking heavily at this point and would probably not remember anything the next day. Zack cleaned himself off and turned in to bed.

The next morning Zack woke up a little sticky from the previous night. He decided to take a shower so he through on his bathrobe and headed upstairs and down the hall. He gets in the shower and starts to wash off before he realizes there is only one small towel left in the bathroom. He finishes showering and gets out. He is soaking wet and dripping water all over the floor. Not wanting to get his robe wet he attempted to drape the half sized towel around his waist. It manages to cover up even less than it dries. He didn’t think twice about stepping out into the hallway to grab full size towels from the linen closet. He opens the closet and his mind starts to wander about last night’s fun.  He ends up spending three or four minutes out in the hallway in front of the closet.  He grabs his towels and turned around. Noticing out the corner of his eye that the door to the spare bedroom was cracked and he could see someone in the bed.  Bearing only a small towel for he knew that if he could see them they could see almost every bit of him.

He panics and walks down the hall. As he turns the corner to head down the stairs he stops and tries to get a better look of who is in the room, and more importantly if they have been paying any attention to him out in the hall. He gets back to his room and starts to think about what had just happened. He looks out the window and sees that a few of Sarah’s friends have spent the night. He can’t help but wonder if someone was in the room silently checking him out standing wet and almost naked in the hallway. Probably after listening to him jerk off the night before.  He can’t go on wondering so he grabs the small towel wraps himself up with it and heads back upstairs. He pretends not to notice the breeze between his legs from the lack of coverage. He walks back to the linen closet giving whoever is in the room full view of his still wet body. He turns his head to peek through the cracked door into the room.  His glance was intercepted by Brooke looking back at him. She hesitates before looking away pretending not to have noticed Zack in the hall.

He stands around for a few more minutes hoping she is bold enough to come out and make a move. He hears a gasp followed by a quite snicker. The thought of his sister’s friend checking him out did enough to arouse him to the point where the towel might as well been a neon sign.  He grabs another towel out of the closet and attempts to cover himself as he walks back to his room. Zack reluctantly closes the door  and towels off.

While waiting to dry off he jumps on the computer to check his messages and tries to take his mind off his newly developing fantasy.  He is in the middle of reading an email when a chat window pops up..  He isn’t sure who the message is from but the screen name looks familiar.

“You really should get a towel before taking a shower” it said.  “What the hell” he thinks. It must be Brooke messaging me from upstairs.

“Yea , that little towel I had wasn’t working out too well” he replied.

“You can say that again!” she says. He wonders where Brooke is going with this. Probably just wanting to pester him.

“I did get quite a view while you were standing there. You must not be used to living with people around” she comments.

“Why do you say that” he asked before fully realizing what she meant.

“You were a little noisy in there by yourself last night. And now you are walking down the hall with your boys hanging out.”

He sat for a moment thinking of how to reply back. Torn between embarrassment and arousal he wondered why she was telling him this.  His dick had already made up its mind and was stirring at the thought being ogled by a girl he didn’t really know.

“Are you there or are you playing with yourself again” she asks before he could reply to her previous message.

“No I’m not playing with myself. I’m just drying off and reading a few e-mails” He replied typing with one hand. The other already engaged rubbing the head of his dick.

“That’s a shame. I really had my hopes up.” She said ending the message with a smiley face.

“Oh really” he replies his dick now fully erect.

“After hearing you last night and getting a nice view of what you were playing with I am a little horny”

Zack carefully starts typing a reply message but hears a knock at the door before he can finish.  He gets up and walks towards the door wearing only a large towel wrapped around his waist. Zack opens the door to see Brooke standing there with a devious grin. Her eyes widen as she looks down to see a protrusion coming from beneath my towel.

“You were jerking off again I knew it!” she says smugly

“Yea, yea, you caught me.”  he says sarcastically

“And obviously just in time” she says as she steps toward me and brushes my dick through the towel.

His jaw drops stunned by her aggressiveness. She steps into his room pulling the door closed behind her.  She walks past Zack and sits in his desk chair leaning back comfortably. Zack comes back into the room still unsure of Brooke's motives.

He walks toward her sitting at his desk. Her eyes fixated on what his towel is failing to conceal.  She uses her finger to beacon him closer. Zack walks follows and is now standing right in front of her. She reaches out and tugs at the towel pulling it right down leaving Zack exposed. His dick is pointing straight now into the air now uninhibited. Brooke reaches out and grabs him by his dick tugging on it gently.  His pulse begins to race with excitement causing his dick to jump in her hands. 

“Did I do that” she asks while sliding her hands up and down his dick. Zack moans as she squeezes him tighter in her soft hands.  Zack inches closer to give her better access. He slides his hand down the front of her shirt cupping her soft tit in his hand. The excitement is almost too much for him to take. He starts to feel cum welling up in his balls. She strokes faster keeping a firm grip on his shaft while looking deep into his eyes. A drop of precum leaks from the tip of his dick. Brooke uses her thumb to smear it over the head of his dick causing him to moan and thrust forward. Another stream of precum leaks out. This time Brooke leans forward and licks it from the tip of his cock. The feeling of her warm moist tongue running across his dick was all it took to send him over the edge. Zack thrusts forward as he begins to cum.  Before she can pull her head away cum shoots from Zack’s dick into her mouth.  Another shot of warm thick cum lands on her lips and one more across her cheek. Her hand pumps his convulsing shaft draining him of cum. The last of it runs across her fingers and lands between her tits. Zack's eyes roll up in the back of his head his knees shaking and struggling to keep him upright. He looks down at Brooke worried that she’s about to kill him for cuming on her face. What he sees is even more of a turn on. While she was surprised by the sudden rush of thick white cum hitting her in the face she was far from angry. He watches her as she uses a finger to collect the excess cum from her cheeks and guides it into her mouth licking her finger clean. Watching her eat his cum was enough to make his dick hard as a rock.  She picks up the last drops stands up and says

“I have to get back upstairs before my boyfriend wakes up.”

“Oh and thanks for the treat!” she says with a smile as she walks out of his room.

Stunned by what she said Zack forgot what he was going to tell Brooke before she left, but now she is already half way up the stairs.  He shrugs it off and collapses onto the bed to enjoy the lingering sensation from his orgasm.

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