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We giggled, mixed with trepidation, as both our eyes remained fixed on the microwave, as the courgette turning on the plate as it warmed up.
Amy turned and looked at me, as if for reassurance and then her eyes dropped to my hands, fiddling with the condom I took from her fathers packet, 'Take it out and let's look at it', she whispered as if not to be overheard.
I opened the silvery foil and fished out the rubber, it was so soft to the touch as my fingers explored the latex rubbery thing that stop you getting pregnant, though for two little girls having their first exciting encounter with sex, it really meant nothing to us, we were just playing at being adults.
The microwave 'pinged' and Amy opened the door and retrieved the phallic vegetable, it felt slightly warm, 'Just like her daddy's she remarked, and together we slipped the condom onto it, but there was a small problem, it was getting soft, with the 'cooking', we had subjected it too to make it more manlike, more real to the touch and feel.
Amy had a bright idea in an instant, and she ran to the bedroom and cam back with a wire coat-hanger, she undid the neck twists and opened it up, and together we threaded it through the courgette, giving it a bone of its own, so as not to break up once it was inside us.
We both had removed our underwear, and had used '****seed', oil, to lubricate our vaginas, so I don't really recall if I was 'wetting' , self-lubricating, or peeing myself when Amy crouched down in front of me and helped to ease it up and inside me, and start the moving process, in other words, my first masturbation, the courgette was eight inches in length, quite thick, but it all went up, well, six inches did, as I warned Amy not to let go of at least two inches, I honestly thought I would lose it in there.
Now here is the bit I desperately want to convey to men who just want to ask me, 'What did it feel like'?
To start with, I or I should say, 'We both were up for it', we were if you find it hard to believe, aware of sex and both our holes felt nice when fingered, which was what we had been doing together for seemingly, forever. We had been friends and stayed over on alternate weekends, and all we did was get naked and rub our bodies together and of course finger ourselves, with some pretty amazing results.
Our gradual evolutionary climb to using hairbrushes and drawing implements, like pens and markers, fell by the wayside due to their inflexible hardness and both our mothers had hidden their toys, so we were left to improvise, with naughty thoughts, and carrots and parsnips, but only after the canned variety were served at dinner on night, Amy toyed with her rubbery orange vegetable, as if performing oral sex, I realised it was soft, warm and realistic, and I stole a look in her fathers direction, he had been observing her sucking on her beta-carotene and when her mother left the room to go into the kitchen, he remarked ironically, 'carrots are good for your eyesight, but wanking makes you go blind', and at that gem of a saying, he winked at both of us girls and we giggled and I felt a sudden urge, and emptiness between my thighs, as her daddy suddenly overwhelmed me, and when he left the table I whispered to her, 'I want your daddy to fuck me'.
Now we have established some background, back to my green for go vegetable, the carrot episode was no better than our finger, this bad boy was like a wide eyed girl about to mount a BBC, (I draw this conclusion after many years of experience, not at the time, as back then the term BBC was more to do with c***dren's programs than sex)
We were both ready for it, our minds were made up and the 'longing for' ache a girl has before sex, I suppose horny would be apt, like feeling her and suddenly discovering her knicker's were wet, you just know what she wants, even though she has that look of a stiff Catholic upbringing, and the proverbial duck thing.
I held myself open as Amy pushed it to fill my entrance, the sudden pressure flt nice as I slowly gave way to Amy's delight, she said it was going in, her eyes sparkling as my virginal pink flesh slowly gulped at the oiled condom filled vegetable.
'Slowly', I whispered and she withdrew it a little, 'Stop', I cried, it felt frustratingly empty when she pulled out too much, 'Push it in', I pleaded and it was like that, I truly was in love with being filled up with anything resembling a cock, it was like scratching an itch for the first time and when I felt myself down there, I was shocked to find how easily I filled up and engulfed it, as if Amy were having a tug of war with my pussy, who was being a good girl and gobbling her vegetables, as her daddy watched and commented, only after it was all the way inside and Amy, now in shock, let do and my pussy swallowed everything, except the wire coat-hanger, the only bit visible from my closed lips.
That's where her daddy came into the fore, as I lay knees drawn up in the fetal position ad she was sent scurrying to her bedroom to await me fate, which was surprisingly, sympathetic, and cajoling as he knelt and put his hand on my bare bum and gently stroked it, he knew how to handle a female in heat and as all my nerve endings were now at his disposal, the ones that amount to sexual response, he did just that, and his greedy oiled fingers ensured no nerve ending was left alone to question why he was inside me, stroking and caressing my erogenous areas to complete the feeling why a fat courgette was nestling inside my vagina when his fat cock could be there, feeling my appreciation for his insertion.
Where, when, and how he swapped both was beyond my comprehension, but he fucked me with his cock and ejaculated inside me, as I blissfully accepted the wondrous feeling that only true sex gives and as I orgasmed, to see my friend and his daughter, Amy, watching us, only added to the spiciness of a fetish I suddenly realised I had, I was sold on sex, as all girls should be, if we are to continue reproducing as a species.
Amy and I finished my deflowering by spending time licking his cock and balls to ensure their was no semen stains to alert the other female in the house, her mother, who thankfully was at her appointment at the hairdresser.
When she buried her father some fifteen years later, she confessed my deflowerment was planned and executed with military precision, she suspected I would enjoy the experience as she had and as we both shared our sexual awakenings, that made it easy for him to have me. Was I angry, especially now he had gone to his grave and would escape my wrath, no not really, sex is sex and regardless of how you set out experiencing it, in the end you get what you bargained for and what you aim for, that's what makes it interesting once you connect down there between your legs, you effectively become one person for those moments he is inside you and another when someone else has his go at you.
Variety is the spice of life, and as no two humans are the same, identically speaking, every fuck should add something different to it, dick size, skin colour, scents and smells, body size, position, and the number of men inside you, so many variables, and like a good mathematician, you weigh up the pro's and cons before finding the right formula that suits you, only to find out a little later that one is boring, and so you set off again to find out which selection turns you on.
Amy turned and looked at me, as if for reassurance and then her eyes dropped to my hands, fiddling with the condom I took from her fathers packet, 'Take it out and let's look at it', she whispered as if not to be overheard.
I opened the silvery foil and fished out the rubber, it was so soft to the touch as my fingers explored the latex rubbery thing that stop you getting pregnant, though for two little girls having their first exciting encounter with sex, it really meant nothing to us, we were just playing at being adults.
The microwave 'pinged' and Amy opened the door and retrieved the phallic vegetable, it felt slightly warm, 'Just like her daddy's she remarked, and together we slipped the condom onto it, but there was a small problem, it was getting soft, with the 'cooking', we had subjected it too to make it more manlike, more real to the touch and feel.
Amy had a bright idea in an instant, and she ran to the bedroom and cam back with a wire coat-hanger, she undid the neck twists and opened it up, and together we threaded it through the courgette, giving it a bone of its own, so as not to break up once it was inside us.
We both had removed our underwear, and had used '****seed', oil, to lubricate our vaginas, so I don't really recall if I was 'wetting' , self-lubricating, or peeing myself when Amy crouched down in front of me and helped to ease it up and inside me, and start the moving process, in other words, my first masturbation, the courgette was eight inches in length, quite thick, but it all went up, well, six inches did, as I warned Amy not to let go of at least two inches, I honestly thought I would lose it in there.
Now here is the bit I desperately want to convey to men who just want to ask me, 'What did it feel like'?
To start with, I or I should say, 'We both were up for it', we were if you find it hard to believe, aware of sex and both our holes felt nice when fingered, which was what we had been doing together for seemingly, forever. We had been friends and stayed over on alternate weekends, and all we did was get naked and rub our bodies together and of course finger ourselves, with some pretty amazing results.
Our gradual evolutionary climb to using hairbrushes and drawing implements, like pens and markers, fell by the wayside due to their inflexible hardness and both our mothers had hidden their toys, so we were left to improvise, with naughty thoughts, and carrots and parsnips, but only after the canned variety were served at dinner on night, Amy toyed with her rubbery orange vegetable, as if performing oral sex, I realised it was soft, warm and realistic, and I stole a look in her fathers direction, he had been observing her sucking on her beta-carotene and when her mother left the room to go into the kitchen, he remarked ironically, 'carrots are good for your eyesight, but wanking makes you go blind', and at that gem of a saying, he winked at both of us girls and we giggled and I felt a sudden urge, and emptiness between my thighs, as her daddy suddenly overwhelmed me, and when he left the table I whispered to her, 'I want your daddy to fuck me'.
Now we have established some background, back to my green for go vegetable, the carrot episode was no better than our finger, this bad boy was like a wide eyed girl about to mount a BBC, (I draw this conclusion after many years of experience, not at the time, as back then the term BBC was more to do with c***dren's programs than sex)
We were both ready for it, our minds were made up and the 'longing for' ache a girl has before sex, I suppose horny would be apt, like feeling her and suddenly discovering her knicker's were wet, you just know what she wants, even though she has that look of a stiff Catholic upbringing, and the proverbial duck thing.
I held myself open as Amy pushed it to fill my entrance, the sudden pressure flt nice as I slowly gave way to Amy's delight, she said it was going in, her eyes sparkling as my virginal pink flesh slowly gulped at the oiled condom filled vegetable.
'Slowly', I whispered and she withdrew it a little, 'Stop', I cried, it felt frustratingly empty when she pulled out too much, 'Push it in', I pleaded and it was like that, I truly was in love with being filled up with anything resembling a cock, it was like scratching an itch for the first time and when I felt myself down there, I was shocked to find how easily I filled up and engulfed it, as if Amy were having a tug of war with my pussy, who was being a good girl and gobbling her vegetables, as her daddy watched and commented, only after it was all the way inside and Amy, now in shock, let do and my pussy swallowed everything, except the wire coat-hanger, the only bit visible from my closed lips.
That's where her daddy came into the fore, as I lay knees drawn up in the fetal position ad she was sent scurrying to her bedroom to await me fate, which was surprisingly, sympathetic, and cajoling as he knelt and put his hand on my bare bum and gently stroked it, he knew how to handle a female in heat and as all my nerve endings were now at his disposal, the ones that amount to sexual response, he did just that, and his greedy oiled fingers ensured no nerve ending was left alone to question why he was inside me, stroking and caressing my erogenous areas to complete the feeling why a fat courgette was nestling inside my vagina when his fat cock could be there, feeling my appreciation for his insertion.
Where, when, and how he swapped both was beyond my comprehension, but he fucked me with his cock and ejaculated inside me, as I blissfully accepted the wondrous feeling that only true sex gives and as I orgasmed, to see my friend and his daughter, Amy, watching us, only added to the spiciness of a fetish I suddenly realised I had, I was sold on sex, as all girls should be, if we are to continue reproducing as a species.
Amy and I finished my deflowering by spending time licking his cock and balls to ensure their was no semen stains to alert the other female in the house, her mother, who thankfully was at her appointment at the hairdresser.
When she buried her father some fifteen years later, she confessed my deflowerment was planned and executed with military precision, she suspected I would enjoy the experience as she had and as we both shared our sexual awakenings, that made it easy for him to have me. Was I angry, especially now he had gone to his grave and would escape my wrath, no not really, sex is sex and regardless of how you set out experiencing it, in the end you get what you bargained for and what you aim for, that's what makes it interesting once you connect down there between your legs, you effectively become one person for those moments he is inside you and another when someone else has his go at you.
Variety is the spice of life, and as no two humans are the same, identically speaking, every fuck should add something different to it, dick size, skin colour, scents and smells, body size, position, and the number of men inside you, so many variables, and like a good mathematician, you weigh up the pro's and cons before finding the right formula that suits you, only to find out a little later that one is boring, and so you set off again to find out which selection turns you on.
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