The toilet brush part 2
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From Toilet Brush To Cock, A Girls Journey free porn video
If I asked a man to write a small essay every time he has a wank, to let me know what was going through his head as he stroked his flesh, I am sure of a couple of things:
His cock would be sore, but his essay skills would approach genius
I would in all probability, read it and touch myself as I did, yes I do masturbate to some of the stories on here in xHamster.
My point being, we as humans are confronted in daily life with sexual opportunities, that both entice and seduce us, even without the use of stimulants, our sexual urges are so powerful, that no one is safe from ourselves.
We are surrounded by enticements, a flasher having a wank in the park in front of an oncoming schoolgirl, finished with the flasher having the best fuck of his life, he turned the girl on in an instant, and she willingly stripped naked and finished up going to her class with her bum full of a stranger's cum.
I know because I was that girl.
I have always had a fascination with sex, I have great orgasms, and like to talk to men about it.
I have been in many of the scenarios of my stories, standing naked in front of strangers, showing them what they want to see. I was the real, 'Jail bait', they talk off, young u******e and gagging and showing, my own body's reflection turned me on, as did men's cocks and heavy balls.
My parents rented a semi-detached villa near the beach on the Spanish coastline, when I was eight or nine, the area near us was nude, and as you know my parents were naturist, and swingers, in equal measures, so nudity and sex were on offer all day, as my mother, a beautiful and well known sophisticate, indulged in her sexploits, with friends they met earlier, her moans echoing through the cool hallway and into my bedroom, where I sat discovering my own urges.
I could her bare feet walking past my bedroom door, and sometimes I would lie down on the cool tiles and see men's feet as they padded past, going to the bathroom, sometimes leaving little drops of water on the white tiles as they walked past, of course back then I never had the sense to realize, they were going to the toilet, not coming from it, and the little drops were sperm, which I naughtily scooped up with my finger, once Mothers room door was closed and her moans had started, and I would massage this forbidden 'Juice of the Gods', onto and into my awakening vagina.
The keyhole would provide fleeting glimpses of men's flesh, and unless they stopped outside it and gave me a deliberate show, which they never did, I was forced to open it ever so slightly and look at the men as they passed, I started my love affair with cocks, that Summer, intrigued and excited, I knew from mummies moans they gave pleasure, each one I saw in a different state of excitement, but never fully up, no that was left to our neighbor to show me, an old Greek man who lived in the house adjoining ours, twice the age of mother four time my own, he like most men liked her, but for me, I was the one who made him lick his lips and brush his mustache, I had what he craved, and when I saw him in his glory, he had something I also craved, we were on a collision course, and that day arrived when both our families left for a resort for the day, leaving us alone.
Back then dull aches were cured with either a pillow, crushed between my legs, or the lavatory brush handle pulled tight into my vagina, crushing it hard against my clitoris then slowly pulling it out from the back.
The handle was ornate and knobbly and measured eighteen inches in length, and like most girls my age, I was ignorant of many things, like my vagina was a hole where men put their cocks into, I never got wet so I was never open, I just peed, and I thought people had sex this way, the man put his cock between the woman's legs and she held him there, squeezing with her thighs, the semen finding its own way into her.
So you can imagine this dark secret of mine with the toilet brush, cock substitute, was a serious act, but the intense feeling it gave me, by the time I had reached the end of the eighteen inches, made me steal the fucking thing and take it home, I laugh as I confess to my sin of falling in love with my holiday toilet brush.
He sat across through the railings that separated our verandas, he at his table I at mine. I sat with a bowl of Coco-pops and milk, he with his cigarette and his coffee, just staring with a lascivious look, not caring as we were alone, and to emphasize this, I saw between his legs, as his huge cock and heavy balls hung there on display, for me to drink in at my leisure, which I did as I sucked on the spoon, long after the breakfast cereal had gone down my throat.
There was no hiding the fact I enjoyed looking at him, as I smiled, and he called out for me to climb over the railing and sit with him, but I had that trepidation of fear and felt safe for the time being just sitting their separated and looking.
He started to touch himself and as he did so grew in size, in thickness, and hardness, and that really was the stone that broke this little girls back, as the dull ache between my legs, decided to commit to a sex act with this fleshy pole, while my toilet brush lay in the dark recesses of the toilet downstairs, I rose and went over to the railings, and we met either side of this iron barrier, his rod poking through, for me to fondle.
'Do you like it', I started it it, I never knew it could get so hard, like my toilet brush, it was exhibiting the hardness I knew I needed to press it hard against myself, so with knowledge, I looked up at him and smiled, my smile telling him I was.
I have long fingers but even so, could not wrap them around him to meet, so I used both hands to hold him, and the look of sheer pleasure on his face spoke volumes for seeing me on the end of his cock, 'Move it', he groaned, but I did know know what he meant, so he showed me, and started to wank himself, while I stood and watched.
Then he presented himself to me again and I took over, loving the feeling it imparted the warmth, the softness and firmness, the texture, but most of all, the surge of power surging through him into me, from my hands up my arms and down to my crotch, yes it was as if mother nature was trying to tell me something, so I started to do what I wanted to do from the moment I held him, I pushed him down between my legs and held him with my thighs.
It felt so different, more pleasurable and I was an immediate convert, I liked cock better than toilet brushes, immediately separating each into their specified categories, cock first, toilet brush whenever there was no cock available, there was never a thought of banishing one for the other, take a look inside my bedside drawer and see the vast array of sex toys I use.
'You like it in your pussy'? He was moaning as he slide freely between my legs, my cotton panties offering a slight restrictive freedom, 'Take them off' he ordered, and I had to agree, I liked feeling him on my vagina.
'Turn around', he suggested and I did so, and he pushed between my thighs again, this time affording me the pleasure of seeing him stick out from my vagina, he humped me for a few moments like this, then stopped and felt between my legs.
'Your not wet', he said, 'I dont need to pee', I countered, and he laughed, he turned and went to the table and poured olive oil onto his hard cock, came back and started to hump me again, this time I was feeling the difference, as I opened up and felt him hard against my clitoris, my vagina had parted and sat either side of him, the new pleasure of full contact was there for me to feel and experience, this was way better than the way I had been doing it.
I put my hand down and tried to hold him but he was slipping and moving so freely between my legs, then he stopped and I got my hand under the head of his cock and pressed him hard up against myself, and started riding his shaft, he came and his sperm shot out onto my covering hand and down my legs.
I squeezed my thighs together as hard as I could and let out two loud moans, just like mummy did, I was riding the head of his penis, my hand cupped my venus mound, so I knew where he was when I came, these things I know now, but back then it was a voyage of discovery and the pleasure I felt that morning was indescribable, I think he did penetrate, but the whole area down there was a whole feeling and it past without ever being questioned, I had been fucked and never knew it, but I had been awakened, and we for the remainder of the summer, had our little together touchy feely times, no fuss no clamor, I discovered a lot about myself that summer, now thank God there are implements designed by men to pleasure ourselves with, that's why I always fill out the survey sheets whenever the designers want to talk to women who fuck themselves with their toys, I just know they have a wank reading my account, sort of like your having right now as you read, dont worry, I am doing it too, thinking about you doing it, contagious is it not?
His cock would be sore, but his essay skills would approach genius
I would in all probability, read it and touch myself as I did, yes I do masturbate to some of the stories on here in xHamster.
My point being, we as humans are confronted in daily life with sexual opportunities, that both entice and seduce us, even without the use of stimulants, our sexual urges are so powerful, that no one is safe from ourselves.
We are surrounded by enticements, a flasher having a wank in the park in front of an oncoming schoolgirl, finished with the flasher having the best fuck of his life, he turned the girl on in an instant, and she willingly stripped naked and finished up going to her class with her bum full of a stranger's cum.
I know because I was that girl.
I have always had a fascination with sex, I have great orgasms, and like to talk to men about it.
I have been in many of the scenarios of my stories, standing naked in front of strangers, showing them what they want to see. I was the real, 'Jail bait', they talk off, young u******e and gagging and showing, my own body's reflection turned me on, as did men's cocks and heavy balls.
My parents rented a semi-detached villa near the beach on the Spanish coastline, when I was eight or nine, the area near us was nude, and as you know my parents were naturist, and swingers, in equal measures, so nudity and sex were on offer all day, as my mother, a beautiful and well known sophisticate, indulged in her sexploits, with friends they met earlier, her moans echoing through the cool hallway and into my bedroom, where I sat discovering my own urges.
I could her bare feet walking past my bedroom door, and sometimes I would lie down on the cool tiles and see men's feet as they padded past, going to the bathroom, sometimes leaving little drops of water on the white tiles as they walked past, of course back then I never had the sense to realize, they were going to the toilet, not coming from it, and the little drops were sperm, which I naughtily scooped up with my finger, once Mothers room door was closed and her moans had started, and I would massage this forbidden 'Juice of the Gods', onto and into my awakening vagina.
The keyhole would provide fleeting glimpses of men's flesh, and unless they stopped outside it and gave me a deliberate show, which they never did, I was forced to open it ever so slightly and look at the men as they passed, I started my love affair with cocks, that Summer, intrigued and excited, I knew from mummies moans they gave pleasure, each one I saw in a different state of excitement, but never fully up, no that was left to our neighbor to show me, an old Greek man who lived in the house adjoining ours, twice the age of mother four time my own, he like most men liked her, but for me, I was the one who made him lick his lips and brush his mustache, I had what he craved, and when I saw him in his glory, he had something I also craved, we were on a collision course, and that day arrived when both our families left for a resort for the day, leaving us alone.
Back then dull aches were cured with either a pillow, crushed between my legs, or the lavatory brush handle pulled tight into my vagina, crushing it hard against my clitoris then slowly pulling it out from the back.
The handle was ornate and knobbly and measured eighteen inches in length, and like most girls my age, I was ignorant of many things, like my vagina was a hole where men put their cocks into, I never got wet so I was never open, I just peed, and I thought people had sex this way, the man put his cock between the woman's legs and she held him there, squeezing with her thighs, the semen finding its own way into her.
So you can imagine this dark secret of mine with the toilet brush, cock substitute, was a serious act, but the intense feeling it gave me, by the time I had reached the end of the eighteen inches, made me steal the fucking thing and take it home, I laugh as I confess to my sin of falling in love with my holiday toilet brush.
He sat across through the railings that separated our verandas, he at his table I at mine. I sat with a bowl of Coco-pops and milk, he with his cigarette and his coffee, just staring with a lascivious look, not caring as we were alone, and to emphasize this, I saw between his legs, as his huge cock and heavy balls hung there on display, for me to drink in at my leisure, which I did as I sucked on the spoon, long after the breakfast cereal had gone down my throat.
There was no hiding the fact I enjoyed looking at him, as I smiled, and he called out for me to climb over the railing and sit with him, but I had that trepidation of fear and felt safe for the time being just sitting their separated and looking.
He started to touch himself and as he did so grew in size, in thickness, and hardness, and that really was the stone that broke this little girls back, as the dull ache between my legs, decided to commit to a sex act with this fleshy pole, while my toilet brush lay in the dark recesses of the toilet downstairs, I rose and went over to the railings, and we met either side of this iron barrier, his rod poking through, for me to fondle.
'Do you like it', I started it it, I never knew it could get so hard, like my toilet brush, it was exhibiting the hardness I knew I needed to press it hard against myself, so with knowledge, I looked up at him and smiled, my smile telling him I was.
I have long fingers but even so, could not wrap them around him to meet, so I used both hands to hold him, and the look of sheer pleasure on his face spoke volumes for seeing me on the end of his cock, 'Move it', he groaned, but I did know know what he meant, so he showed me, and started to wank himself, while I stood and watched.
Then he presented himself to me again and I took over, loving the feeling it imparted the warmth, the softness and firmness, the texture, but most of all, the surge of power surging through him into me, from my hands up my arms and down to my crotch, yes it was as if mother nature was trying to tell me something, so I started to do what I wanted to do from the moment I held him, I pushed him down between my legs and held him with my thighs.
It felt so different, more pleasurable and I was an immediate convert, I liked cock better than toilet brushes, immediately separating each into their specified categories, cock first, toilet brush whenever there was no cock available, there was never a thought of banishing one for the other, take a look inside my bedside drawer and see the vast array of sex toys I use.
'You like it in your pussy'? He was moaning as he slide freely between my legs, my cotton panties offering a slight restrictive freedom, 'Take them off' he ordered, and I had to agree, I liked feeling him on my vagina.
'Turn around', he suggested and I did so, and he pushed between my thighs again, this time affording me the pleasure of seeing him stick out from my vagina, he humped me for a few moments like this, then stopped and felt between my legs.
'Your not wet', he said, 'I dont need to pee', I countered, and he laughed, he turned and went to the table and poured olive oil onto his hard cock, came back and started to hump me again, this time I was feeling the difference, as I opened up and felt him hard against my clitoris, my vagina had parted and sat either side of him, the new pleasure of full contact was there for me to feel and experience, this was way better than the way I had been doing it.
I put my hand down and tried to hold him but he was slipping and moving so freely between my legs, then he stopped and I got my hand under the head of his cock and pressed him hard up against myself, and started riding his shaft, he came and his sperm shot out onto my covering hand and down my legs.
I squeezed my thighs together as hard as I could and let out two loud moans, just like mummy did, I was riding the head of his penis, my hand cupped my venus mound, so I knew where he was when I came, these things I know now, but back then it was a voyage of discovery and the pleasure I felt that morning was indescribable, I think he did penetrate, but the whole area down there was a whole feeling and it past without ever being questioned, I had been fucked and never knew it, but I had been awakened, and we for the remainder of the summer, had our little together touchy feely times, no fuss no clamor, I discovered a lot about myself that summer, now thank God there are implements designed by men to pleasure ourselves with, that's why I always fill out the survey sheets whenever the designers want to talk to women who fuck themselves with their toys, I just know they have a wank reading my account, sort of like your having right now as you read, dont worry, I am doing it too, thinking about you doing it, contagious is it not?
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