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By Lauren McAllister

One of the great turning points of my life was the day I learned how to masturbate. I’d heard the older girls at school giggling and discussing this really cool thing you could do with your fingers in that place where you pee and I couldn’t wait to get home and try it. Let’s just say that my initial experimentation with self-love was not a disappointment and I’ve been an avid wank fiend ever since.

What’s not to like? It’s free, it’s fun and (if you’re a girl) you can do it practically anywhere.

When I was 17, I cajoled and inveigled my friend Carissa into admitting that she also whapped her slit fillet on an astonishingly regular basis. After several weeks of pleading and bribe offering (as I recall, several pair of very tasty shoes changed hands), I got her to agree to join me in quotidian and savage clit clobbering sessions (We were doing it alone anyway – why not do it together?).

So everyday after school, we’d go into my room or hers and take off all our clothes. Carissa was very shy about “performing” in front of me the very first time but she soon got into the spirit of our mattress merriment. We’d sit cross-legged on the bed, facing each other, and diddle ourselves blind. I used to love to watch her perfect breasts heave up and down as she got more and more excited. Those gorgeous nipples made me psychotically jealous in the school shower after gym class but when we were having one of our wank parties, they just made me uncontrollably horny. Those little squelchy noises her Lap Twinkie made when she was charging full-bore towards her orgasm were so scorchingly hot; I thought my twat was going to burst into flames.

One afternoon, as I was saying goodbye to her at my front door, she gave me a kiss. And this wasn’t just some affectionate little girlie peck. I’m talking wide-open lips and a mouthful of tongue. It really made me stop and think. Yes, seeing her naked turned me on. Yes, watching her masturbate turned me on. But did I actually want to go from having sex in front of her to having sex with her? It’s a lot for a young horny girl to think about.

The next day I agreed to go to the movies with this guy at school named Tommy. He was very sweet and he’d asked me out a dozen times but I kept putting him off. This was his lucky day! Unfortunately, he took me to see some film with lesbian vampires in it. Shit! I was supposed to be thinking about boys! When he dropped me off, I leaned over for my kiss goodnight and then went straight down on him. See, I told you this was his lucky day. He was completely scandalized by my parting gift (we hadn’t even held hands during the movie) but he was very polite and sweet and just let me go about my business. Hmmm. It was a weird sensation, having that hard, yet soft, tube of flesh in my mouth. I’d obviously seen a lot of cocks on websites and at bus stops late at night but the actual taste and the feel of a babymaker wasn’t nearly what I’d imagined. His balls weren’t really a factor because they were half buried inside his jeans (car sex is really awkward). I’d masturbated to enough blowjob videos on the internet to have a pretty good idea about what to do but, let’s face it; you really can’t go very wrong with a hummer. Tommy came in pretty short order, anyway. I guess he was also an oral sex novice. His cum tasted okay, but it was no substitute for ice cream, if you know what I mean? So, I swallowed his load, thanked him for a lovely evening and trotted off into the house.

Well, what did I think? Did I like it? Would I like going down on Carissa any better? Needless to say, she was delighted during our next session when our clothes came off and I immediately headed south. The soft plump flesh of her lady mound was so different than Tommy’s doowanger. I plunged my tongue deep inside her quivering quim and bathed myself in her womanly juices. She let out theses little sweet moans as I inserted a finger into her vaginal canal. I’d stuffed them up my own hoohaw of course while having a mega-wank but the feel of another girl’s inner sanctum was really quite exciting. Continuing my lingual assault on her clitoris, I thrust ever deeper into her tasty custard. Her hips were now rising up to absorb every molecule of pleasure on offer. I reached up with my other hand and helped myself to her magnificent tits. I’ve gotta say, I loved ‘em. Again, my own are nice but hers were to die for. I squidged and pinched and plied them as I practically licked the skin off her vulva and perineum. Carissa came three times in rapid succession, each more violent than the last. It’s certainly fortunate nobody was home because she screamed the house down. Streams of her girlie cum squirted forth, soaking my face and hair. Cary had experienced some pretty impressive climaxes with me before but these were off the charts. Afterwards, I lay in her arms as she basked in her post-oral calm and smiled.

Yes, as far as giving head was concerned…the jury was in and I liked girls. When it came (pardon the pun) to out and out fucking though, I most definitely preferred boys. Oh sure, Carissa absolutely tribbed my ass off but all the time my pussy seemed to be calling out to me, “Hey, shouldn’t there be something in here?”

Tommy wasn’t the most experienced of boys but he sure was enthusiastic. I don’t think there was a single place on my body that his cock wasn’t delighted to be. So while I treasured my girlie-girl and our rub-rodeos, during a traditional, legs spread, knees up in the air fuck-fest, I so totally loved having a big wad of manhood inside me.

It was quite a baffling puzzle, figuring out which sex to have sex with?

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” was Carissa’s initial expression of delight.

“Hey, the more the merrier, right? We’ve often talked about inviting other people to join us.”

“Other girls! There’s no way on Earth that I’m having some pervert jacking off while he watches me masturbate. I mean YUCK!”

“But I jack-off watching you masturbate.”

Carissa rolled her eyes like I was an idiot. “Girls self-pleasuring themselves is sexy and wholesome because it’s what they choose to do. When guys do it, it means they’re pathetic losers who can’t get laid.”

“Well Tommy can get laid because he fucked me yesterday,”

“What?!”

“Now, don’t take this the wrong way, because you know I love you to bits but, you’re not a full blown lesbian, are you?”

“Of course not. How long have we known each other? I have all kinds of sex.”

“Yes you do, but it’s almost always with me.”

“Fine! I’ll rub myself off in front of some guy I hardly even know.”

“Now see, was that so hard?”

“But we’re doing it at your house. There’s no way I’m washing this creep’s cum stains out of my sheets.”

Our first get together as a sexually integrated masturbation club was a rather tense affair. Upon arriving in my bedroom and shutting the door, it became very apparent that it was going to require a lot of coaxing from me just to get everybody’s clothes off. I started with the easy part…getting mine off. So, now I’m naked in a room with two people who are fully clothed and staring daggers at each other.

“Come on guys, you’re not going to have much fun all dressed up like that. Here’s the deal, if you take your clothes off now so we can all have a good wank, I’ll go down on both of you tomorrow.”

This had some soothing effect but very little in the way of concrete movement.

“However, this is a limited time offer.”

Tommy reluctantly removed his shirt. Carissa removed her shoes and socks and sulked. It took almost ten minutes to get them down to there underwear and then another few minutes of coaxing to get Cary’s bra off. She really does have a beautiful set of tits. Once they were out in the open air, Tommy found the courage to drop his jockeys. He must have been incredibly nervous because he was standing in a room with one and a half naked women and he didn’t even have a boner…yet. When the last pair of panties was dispensed with, I arranged us in a cross-legged circle on my bed.

I turned to Tommy, because this was his first time. The rules are pretty simple, you’re allowed to look at everything and anything while you wang away. A micro-second before you cum, you say ‘Now’ so the rest of the room can enjoy your climax. Got it?”

He shook his head shyly.

“Now we begin on the count of three and I expect to see some intense masturbation going on.”

I really liked being the ringleader but, I’ll admit that it was slow going out the outset. There was some very wan genital rubbing going on at first. Tom was checking out all our girlie parts and self-pleasuring activities but Carissa was just watching me.

“Mmm, I love the way you stroke your cock Tommy. That is really fucking hot.”

This at least got Cary to take a quick glance over at his rod. And I wasn’t lying. It was pretty cool watching a boy jack-off. I liked the way his balls bounced up and down and the death-grip he had on his schlong. Girls just have that scrambling-eggs-in-a-bowl motion with a couple of fingers. There’s something so amazingly primal and desperate when a dude is whacking at his stick.

Predictably I came first and with gusto but I could tell that my partners in self-abuse were gamely trying to keep up. Carissa’s face had gone bright red and she was whipping up her eggs like a woman possessed. Tommy had his eyes glued to her gynomaniacal gyrations as he bashed away on his penis to the point of cruelty. I could certainly see why they called it “choking the chicken”. That poor bird didn’t have a chance!

“N-n-now,” he shyly uttered as this thin stream of white goo shot up in the air, almost in slow-motion. I wished that I’d been filming it, it was so damn cool. Several other sticky streams of cream followed in rapid succession. They seemed to pause in mid-air before cascading down onto his stomach and pubic hair. Oh my, boys have so much mess to clean up afterwards!

Quickly, all eyes turned to Carissa. I absolutely love the way she cums. Every drop of blood she has in her body and more goes straight down into her twat just before it explodes. Tommy couldn’t take his eyes off her as she folded in two from the overwhelming spasms that were setting fire to every muscle and nerve they came in contact with. Her mouth hung open and the expression on her face made it look like she was being beaten with a tire iron. Finally Cary just did a face-plant into the mattress and twitched uncontrollably for about thirty seconds.

“Now,” she finally remembered to say. Well, better late than never.

I knew that Carissa always liked to have another quick climax right after the first so I told her to lie on her back and spread her legs.

“Tommy, I want you to stroke that thing till you get it up and fuck her.”

They both looked at me like I was Michelle Bachmann-level insane.

“Just do it.”

Carissa opened up her legs and watched Tom give a couple of quick rubs to his Johnson. It didn’t take long, Cary has such and exquisite pussy, it makes me wish I had a penis every time I see it.

“Now climb on top of her,” I ordered.

Tommy hopped onto his roasting hot, fleshy ride and began to go about his manly business. Watching him squoosh his doowanger against her swollen and sopping inner-lips and seeing it disappear into her blindingly pink and pulsating pussy immediately had me touching myself. Cary’s reaction completely surprised me. Instead of just laying there like a dead fish and bemusedly waiting for Tommy to shoot one, she wrapped her legs around his and grabbed his ass with both hands. Both of them started humping each other silly, making noises like pigs high on LSD. I mean they were loud.

So loud, my mother opened my bedroom door and popped her head in. “Is everything all right,” she innocently inquired.

“Mom, we’re just doing our homework for sex education.”

She rolled her eyes and closed the door and we immediately restarted our engines. First I came, and then Carissa and finely Tommy pulled his wad out of her steaming cunt and spewed his second load of semen all over her stomach. To my surprise, Cary scooped up his scattered seed with her index finger, put it in her mouth and swallowed it.

It’s bizarre but they were no friendlier to each other after he climbed back off her than before they’d coitully connected. All that year, they fucked at my house almost everyday and never spoke to each other. They would even text each other when one of them felt like a quickie and the other would always come running but afterwards they’d just get dressed and leave like nothing had happened. In fact, the most words I ever heard Cary say to Tommy was, “Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh for the love of God, cream in my fucking cunt.”

Me, I just love to watch and wank. It’s not that I don’t enjoy a good boning or a face full of writhing twat, but let’s face it; the view just isn’t the same.

Copyright 2014 Lauren McAllister

 

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