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When I went to university aged nearly nineteen and still a virgin I entered a whole new world of sexual opportunity. Even after all the years I remember it like it was yesterday, though where I might have forgotten some details I have added what inevitably would have happened.
It began on my very first night away from home in my university hall of residence study bedroom. With my parents gone and alone at last in the privacy of my room I decided to christen my new room with my first student wank.
I stripped naked and put on the tiny light blue lace edged satin panties I’d “borrowed” from my mother’s laundry basket. I’d smuggled them with me to university without her knowing. The thin material still bulged from the shape of her sex mound, there was a slight yellow stain just where her slit would have been and I treasured the dark pubic hair I’d found caught in the stitching. I stood in front of the full length wardrobe mirror that came with my room, thrusting my panty clad cock forward. As always my mother’s panties felt so soft snuggling my balls and tightly hugging my hard shaft. My rock hard erect penis pushed them out in a huge cone with my pubic hair showing at the sides. They were too brief to contain my sex kit and as I moved half my erect penis shaft slid out to poke stiffly up above the waistband.
Still standing in front of the mirror I slipped the panties off, watching my erect penis bounce out and stick up swinging stiffly. I wondered how long it would be before I’d be watching a girl slip off her panties, or better still letting me slip them off for her.
I gazed at my erect penis bending up from my well filled thickly haired balls to its big deep pink head pointing at the ceiling. I remembered my school days getting together with other boys to display our naked cocks, to play with borrowed panties and show off our masturbation techniques. The boys had said I’d got “a big one.” I wondered how soon I’d be showing it to girls and if they would admire it too.
While I stood there naked fingering my penis hardening I thought about the girls, new students like me, who I’d seen milling around me in the warm autumn sun when I arrived at university with my parents. I remembered the mini skirts, the well filled blouses, the shapely legs, bare and in nylons. I knew they wore panties just like my mother’s, and probably even briefer, tiny see through thongs like the girls in porn wore. I’d briefly chatted to one of the girls. She’d coyly told me her name was Laura. She was eighteen like me, in backside clinging jeans and a skimpy red top tight over her big young boobs. But best of all were her eyes that lingered hungrily on me from under her blonde fringe and told me that she too was ready to enter a new world of sexual opportunity. With Laura fresh in my mind it was time for that first hungrily anticipated wank of my student days!
I knelt on my bed naked with my legs wide and took my hard young shaft in my hand. On my bed in front of me the hottest girls in my collection of “Men’s Magazines” of that pre-internet age, Fiesta, Men Only and hardcore stuff I’d taken from my father’s secret stash I’d found sprawled nude in poses I could hardly believe, together with underwear clad women in pages from my mother’s lingerie catalogues. That was something else I’d managed to smuggle! As I turned the well thumbed pages I looked forward to the day when I saw girls in sexy underwear and nude in poses like that and felt naked female flesh and pubic hair against me for real instead of just blazing with penis straining but frustrated lust over mere pictures.
I fingered my penis and balls, ran my fingertips through my thick pubic hair and lightly stroked my straining shaft. I brushed and tickled my lust swollen and pleasure sensitised penis with my mother’s light blue panties and ran the smooth satin between my spread legs imagining the soft feel of a girl’s fingers, lips, tongue and hair on my naked body.
Fingering my penis I remembered the last time I’d had the delicious experience of someone else’s hand between my legs and round my hard up cock. That had been a boy’s hand in my last days back at school. We’d stood cramped together in a school toilet cubicle with our trousers and briefs down and our cocks out and hard up. We’d hand jobbed each other till we splashed fresh semen stains against the cubicle wall to join those left there before by us and by other boys.
Those days just with boys were over, I told myself, it was time now for girls. That, of course, was what university life was all about. I wondered what a girl’s smooth bottom, thighs and hairy cunt would feel like against my hand, whether a girl’s naked body against mine would feel as exciting as a naked boy’s, and if her tight, warm smooth vagina around my shaft would feel as good as a boy’s stroking and tugging hand. I thought of Laura and all her eyes had promised.
Running my fingers lightly over my penis and balls I leisurely took myself to the absolute peak of stiffness and sensitivity. Hungry for the pleasures to come I wrapped my hand round my penis, braced myself and tugged and stroked my steel hard shaft, sliding my hand up over my knob like I’d been doing every night for years. I masturbated methodically but gently at first, taking myself to the exquisite brink of a cum with my penis feeling so tight I thought it would snap, easing off, then masturbating myself back to the brink again.
When I could no longer hold back, I wanked frantically with my mind filled with images of the naked women in my magazines and of Laura sprawled nude in porn poses. As my orgasm swelled I remembered the feel of a boy’s naked body against mine and his hand round my cock stroking and tugging. In those final moments as my cum rose that naked body was Laura’s and his hand was Laura’s tight young vagina.
“Laura!” I grunted as my my hips rammed forward, involuntarily trying to thrust my penis deep into the woman’s body its instincts wanted. Infinite pleasure exploded in my pulsing penis shaft and my spurting semen splashed over my mother’s panties. I wiped off the strand of semen dangling from my swinging still half erect penis with my mother’s panties and tossed them onto the floor.
As I lay there naked on my bed afterwards enjoying the satisfied glow between my legs it dawned on me. I was free! My parents were fifty miles away! For the first time I had a bed which didn’t rattle as I frantically pumped my penis, as I squirmed with rising sex pleasure and jerked my hips in my climax, telling my parents in the next bedroom back home what I was up to. Now I could make as much noise as I wanted as I masturbated, grunting loudly with pleasure and crying out girls’ or boys’ names as I spurted my load. I no longer had to worry about my mother finding semen stains on my pyjamas, on the bedclothes or the carpet. My mother’s semen soaked panties were on the floor, but I no longer had to fear her finding I’d borrowed them, or even worse catching me playing with them or wearing them. I no longer feared that my parents would discover my secret stash of porn. When I’d romped naked with my schooldays “wank buddies” in my bedroom the guilty pleasures of our cock play, masturbating together and hand jobbing each other had always been dulled by the fear of discovery. That was now behind me too.
Yes, I’d reached the dawn of opportunity. What followed, the girls, the boys, the parties and all the rest, is another story!
It began on my very first night away from home in my university hall of residence study bedroom. With my parents gone and alone at last in the privacy of my room I decided to christen my new room with my first student wank.
I stripped naked and put on the tiny light blue lace edged satin panties I’d “borrowed” from my mother’s laundry basket. I’d smuggled them with me to university without her knowing. The thin material still bulged from the shape of her sex mound, there was a slight yellow stain just where her slit would have been and I treasured the dark pubic hair I’d found caught in the stitching. I stood in front of the full length wardrobe mirror that came with my room, thrusting my panty clad cock forward. As always my mother’s panties felt so soft snuggling my balls and tightly hugging my hard shaft. My rock hard erect penis pushed them out in a huge cone with my pubic hair showing at the sides. They were too brief to contain my sex kit and as I moved half my erect penis shaft slid out to poke stiffly up above the waistband.
Still standing in front of the mirror I slipped the panties off, watching my erect penis bounce out and stick up swinging stiffly. I wondered how long it would be before I’d be watching a girl slip off her panties, or better still letting me slip them off for her.
I gazed at my erect penis bending up from my well filled thickly haired balls to its big deep pink head pointing at the ceiling. I remembered my school days getting together with other boys to display our naked cocks, to play with borrowed panties and show off our masturbation techniques. The boys had said I’d got “a big one.” I wondered how soon I’d be showing it to girls and if they would admire it too.
While I stood there naked fingering my penis hardening I thought about the girls, new students like me, who I’d seen milling around me in the warm autumn sun when I arrived at university with my parents. I remembered the mini skirts, the well filled blouses, the shapely legs, bare and in nylons. I knew they wore panties just like my mother’s, and probably even briefer, tiny see through thongs like the girls in porn wore. I’d briefly chatted to one of the girls. She’d coyly told me her name was Laura. She was eighteen like me, in backside clinging jeans and a skimpy red top tight over her big young boobs. But best of all were her eyes that lingered hungrily on me from under her blonde fringe and told me that she too was ready to enter a new world of sexual opportunity. With Laura fresh in my mind it was time for that first hungrily anticipated wank of my student days!
I knelt on my bed naked with my legs wide and took my hard young shaft in my hand. On my bed in front of me the hottest girls in my collection of “Men’s Magazines” of that pre-internet age, Fiesta, Men Only and hardcore stuff I’d taken from my father’s secret stash I’d found sprawled nude in poses I could hardly believe, together with underwear clad women in pages from my mother’s lingerie catalogues. That was something else I’d managed to smuggle! As I turned the well thumbed pages I looked forward to the day when I saw girls in sexy underwear and nude in poses like that and felt naked female flesh and pubic hair against me for real instead of just blazing with penis straining but frustrated lust over mere pictures.
I fingered my penis and balls, ran my fingertips through my thick pubic hair and lightly stroked my straining shaft. I brushed and tickled my lust swollen and pleasure sensitised penis with my mother’s light blue panties and ran the smooth satin between my spread legs imagining the soft feel of a girl’s fingers, lips, tongue and hair on my naked body.
Fingering my penis I remembered the last time I’d had the delicious experience of someone else’s hand between my legs and round my hard up cock. That had been a boy’s hand in my last days back at school. We’d stood cramped together in a school toilet cubicle with our trousers and briefs down and our cocks out and hard up. We’d hand jobbed each other till we splashed fresh semen stains against the cubicle wall to join those left there before by us and by other boys.
Those days just with boys were over, I told myself, it was time now for girls. That, of course, was what university life was all about. I wondered what a girl’s smooth bottom, thighs and hairy cunt would feel like against my hand, whether a girl’s naked body against mine would feel as exciting as a naked boy’s, and if her tight, warm smooth vagina around my shaft would feel as good as a boy’s stroking and tugging hand. I thought of Laura and all her eyes had promised.
Running my fingers lightly over my penis and balls I leisurely took myself to the absolute peak of stiffness and sensitivity. Hungry for the pleasures to come I wrapped my hand round my penis, braced myself and tugged and stroked my steel hard shaft, sliding my hand up over my knob like I’d been doing every night for years. I masturbated methodically but gently at first, taking myself to the exquisite brink of a cum with my penis feeling so tight I thought it would snap, easing off, then masturbating myself back to the brink again.
When I could no longer hold back, I wanked frantically with my mind filled with images of the naked women in my magazines and of Laura sprawled nude in porn poses. As my orgasm swelled I remembered the feel of a boy’s naked body against mine and his hand round my cock stroking and tugging. In those final moments as my cum rose that naked body was Laura’s and his hand was Laura’s tight young vagina.
“Laura!” I grunted as my my hips rammed forward, involuntarily trying to thrust my penis deep into the woman’s body its instincts wanted. Infinite pleasure exploded in my pulsing penis shaft and my spurting semen splashed over my mother’s panties. I wiped off the strand of semen dangling from my swinging still half erect penis with my mother’s panties and tossed them onto the floor.
As I lay there naked on my bed afterwards enjoying the satisfied glow between my legs it dawned on me. I was free! My parents were fifty miles away! For the first time I had a bed which didn’t rattle as I frantically pumped my penis, as I squirmed with rising sex pleasure and jerked my hips in my climax, telling my parents in the next bedroom back home what I was up to. Now I could make as much noise as I wanted as I masturbated, grunting loudly with pleasure and crying out girls’ or boys’ names as I spurted my load. I no longer had to worry about my mother finding semen stains on my pyjamas, on the bedclothes or the carpet. My mother’s semen soaked panties were on the floor, but I no longer had to fear her finding I’d borrowed them, or even worse catching me playing with them or wearing them. I no longer feared that my parents would discover my secret stash of porn. When I’d romped naked with my schooldays “wank buddies” in my bedroom the guilty pleasures of our cock play, masturbating together and hand jobbing each other had always been dulled by the fear of discovery. That was now behind me too.
Yes, I’d reached the dawn of opportunity. What followed, the girls, the boys, the parties and all the rest, is another story!
Mhairi
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