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"I'm a really great fuck. Like, really. I'm kind of a dork, no, more of ageek really, but guys, take note – the geeky girls? the ones who telldumb jokes and are, like, too smart and don't do their makeup and wear boy'sclothes... the ones who are silly and freaky and who, to this day, have yetto wear an outfit that you can see their body in? Yeah, those girls...we'll ride your cock until your eyes roll back in your head, we have sweet,sweet asses underneath all that khaki, we'll tie you up and we'll beg to betied up, we know what it is to get wet and we like to get off in frontof you, and we give the best head. The best. Why? Because those who sleep withus, deserve it. Because we've weeded them out. Because we're hot. And y'alldon't even know it. The cutiepies? Yeah, nice little handbag. But can she deepthroat?Psh. Will she tell you to get on your knees and eat her out? Hah. Cutiepieain't that brave, or creative. Next time your crazy neighbor with the sillyhair and the ripped jeans comes out of her room, take a second look, boys.Geeks have secrets. And great tits." – Anonymous, notproud.com (http://www.notproud.com/pride/pride1785.php)
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I'm Samantha, aged nineteen, and this is my journal detailing my hunt forthe right guy – the ultimate fuckable boytoy. Usually when people talkabout hormonal teenagers, they refer to boys. Horny teenagers implies hornyteenage boys. I don't know – maybe most other teenage girls did justsit around waiting for some guy to sweep them off their feet, love themand marry them. I wanted sex – fantastic sex, and I wanted it badly.Let me summarise how it all started for me...
I first masturbated when I was fourteen. I was watching some filmwith a hot guy in it, and I felt the familiar satisfying wetness in my knickers.I put my hand down there to feel how much there was and as I felt around my fingerslipped into my pussy. I must have touched my clitoris because it felt reallygood. I began to feel around and slowly learnt which places to rub. To cuta long story short, I made myself come – the first of many, manytimes.
For the next six months or so I was hooked on masturbation. I'd spend a largeproportion of my free time doing it and probably averaged once a day, if notmore. Periods did not really slow me down, as I seemed to become hornier duringthat time of the month, which provided enough motivation to get over the wholeblood thing. It was during these six months that I discovered the wonderfulworld of internet pornography.
The first time I saw pornographic pictures I was disgusted. The womenwere displaying their pussies for everyone to see – and you could seeevery last garish grotesque detail. The men's cocks were all huge and veinyand redheaded. But I kept returning to the pictures again and again, my curiositygetting the better of me. Slowly I came to love the pictures, and moved onto movie clips – which were decidedly more interesting.
The next significant event in my sexual development after that camewhen I decided to get myself a vibrator. I was newly turned fifteen andwanted to see what all the fuss was about concerning these things I had heardso much about on TV and on the internet. I had saved up enough money from thegenerous allowance that my parents gave me so that I could afford one.Not having a credit card was a major stumbling block however, as it ruled outthe possibility of a purchase via the internet. I was going to have to go intoa shop. I plucked up the courage one Wednesday afternoon, and skipped P.E.lessons to visit the local sex shop. I was almost immediately challenged aboutmy age by the girl behind the counter but I produced my fake ID (somethingno underaged girl should be without!) and that seemed to satisfy her. I wentto the vibrators and had a good long browse. In the end I chose two – asimple cheap vibrator that was just a plastic stick, and a fullon 'rabbit'stylevibrator, with beads and a twirling end and a clitoral attachment.
I hurried home and was very wet by the time I made it into my bedroom andlocked the door. I ripped the packaging off the rabbit vibrator, andpressed it against my wet vaginal opening. I pushed the head inside, and itfelt so big it was unbelieveable. I was a virgin back then of course, and thebiggest thing I had ever put inside me before was two fingers. I pushedthe vibrator in, and just had to lie there for about twenty minutes on theverge between pain and pleasure while I adapted to the size of it. When I feltI was ready, I turned the vibrations on and immediately cried "ow" as the vibratingpart juddered against my sensitive clitoris. I moved the plastic rabbit arounduntil my "ows" became "oohs" and I held the vibrator there. Three orgasms latermy clitoris was beginning to get sore, so I stopped. From then on my vibratorwas my new best friend.
It was at this point that my internet pornography viewing deviated from 'vanilla'stuff into exploring most imaginable fetishes. I watched a whole newload of toys, such as butt plugs, strapon dildos and all sorts of vibrators.Bondage toys were in a category all of their own; blindfolds, ballgags, blinkers,nipple clamps, whips, floggers, paddles, crops, handcuffs, legcuffs,spreader bars, chains, rope, gimp masks and chastity belts. I watched men dominatewomen, women dominate men, men dominate men and women dominate women. I watchedanal sex, 'rape', deepthroating, asstomouth, come flying everywhere andlanding on every different available part of a woman's body, enemas,various lesbian and gay activities, and watersports. I'm sure I've missed someout, but by the time I had exhausted all the things I could find, I feltthat I knew more about the possibilities of sex at age fifteen than mostpeople know in their lifetimes. A curious mind is a wonderful thing.
I also began to act out, in what limited capacity I could, some of the thingsthat I had seen. While I had watched all that list above, not all of it appealedto me of course. Which bits did and which didn't will no doubt become apparentas you read this journal, but the initial couple that I liked and wanted totry were anal toys and bondage. One night I found myself lying in bed tryingto get to sleep while fantasising about some porn I had watched earlier witha girl orgasming while having her ass fucked. I rolled on to my front, andfelt my ass cheeks with my hand. I slipped my finger between them, andfelt for my asshole – something I had never actually done before. I foundit and was surprised at how rough it was, all ridged and closed up. As I pushedagainst it experimentally I felt a twinge in my pussy. I tried to push harder,but I wasn't getting anywhere – it was too dry. I coated my fingersin the wetness of my pussy and tried again. This time I was able to insertone finger into my ass.
It felt, well, different. My ass muscles instinctively flexedto push my finger out, and I felt another twinge in my pussy. I pushedmy other hand underneath my body and began to rub my clitoris. That felt reallygood
– better than it usually would without the finger in my ass.I rolled over and threw the quilt off the bed, all the while keepingmy finger in my ass. I raised my legs up in the air so that I wasn'tsquashing my 'asshand' and kept rubbing with my 'pussyhand'. It was good, butI knew it could be better. Thankfully my small vibrator was in my bedside drawers,and I could reach it with my pussyhand from where I was lying. I turned iton and began running it up and down my crack, teasing myself. I was so excitedby the naughtiness of the assplay that I dropped my vibrator, and it fell ontomy asshand. Realisation dawned – I removed my finger and beganto push the vibrator in instead. The vibrator was small enough (maybe an inchthick at most) that I barely felt it if I inserted it into my vagina, but inmy ass it felt huge!
I was just able to accommodate it, though I had to turn the vibrations off andjust leave it inside me, holding it in with my hand to stop my ass musclespushing it out successfully. I began to rub my clitoris again slowly and soonrealised that the ultimate experience would surely be to use my rabbit. Theproblem was, however, that I had hidden the rabbit away in the top of my cupboard.I got up, still holding the small vibrator inside me, and reached up for therabbit onehanded. What a sight I must have looked, one hand trying desperatelyto keep a toy in my bum, while my other was scrabbling for my vibrator. I succeededthough, and climbed back into bed to play with my favourite toy. Sure enoughit felt amazing, having a dildo in my pussy while the attachment buzzed awayon my clit, and my ass tensed around the smaller toy. I ended up having three – orwas it four – orgasms before I stopped. Multiple orgasms don't seem tobe a problem for me, which is definitely a plus.
My experience that night demonstrated that butt plugs have a neck for a reason,and that week I returned to the sex shop and purchased a small and a mediumplug. Despite my best efforts, all I seemed able to do with the mediumplug was make my ass hurt really badly as it rejected the plug so I only usedthe small one – which did the job. It was rare after that for me to masturbatewithout the small plug in my ass.
As I said, the bondage in the porn appealed to me, but bondage presenteda problem – it was really an activity for two, and I was definitelysolo. I experimented with tying my legs to the corners of the bed, which wasfun to an extent. I only really noticed it when my legs started shaking asI neared orgasm, and they could not move about freely. Sometimes I insertedthe butt plug and imagined I was trapped there unable to remove the plug, butimagination is not as good as reality. I tried inserting the rabbit and pretendingI had my hands tied behind my back, but the rabbit just fell out so I gaveup and held it in as usual.
That's as far as I got by myself. Now that I've finished with my rushedpreliminary tale of my sexual development, I'll move on to the main contentof my story.
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When I was almost seventeen, I progressed from secondary school into college.While a lot of the people from my school did the same, the college was large,full of people from lots of schools in the area, and so it was like a freshstart for me. I decided when I started that it was time for a boyfriend. Asyou may have guessed, I did not want him for love particularly; more to havesex with someone I could be comfortable with.
I should probably take this opportunity to describe myself, which I havebeen too caught up with sex so far to do. I would describe my physique as curvaceous.I am not stick thin, or even just normal thin, like lots of girls in magazinesand films (especially porn films!). But nor am I big and fat. A figurelike Renee Zellwegger in Bridget Jones' Diary, perhaps. I think I have a fairlypretty face, but it is always hard to judge your own appearance. I don't wearmakeup, I make no major efforts to look pretty for the boys like a lotof girls do, and I wear baggy clothes that hide my figure well. Beforecollege, I had taken no real interest in boys – and vice versa. My loveof sex did not imply a love of boys. I found it hard to reconcile the fitmen with big dicks that I saw in porn with the teenage boys I saw at school,and thus didn't bother with them.
I will not bore you with the details of how I got together with Jeremy, my firstboyfriend. He was blackhaired, averagelooking and a good laugh. I felt I knewhim well enough and was comfortable enough to progress things between us. Oneafternoon we were sat on a sofa in his empty house, kissing. I ran my handfrom where I was holding his head down to the waist of his trousers. I undidhis zip and thrust my hand into his boxers to find his cock. It was semierect,and as I grabbed it I felt it harden even further until he had a fullon erection.I began stroking the shaft of his dick like I had seen so many times in porn.
The first thought that struck me was that it felt much differentto how I had expected. Unlike my fairly solid plastic rabbit, Jeremy's dickwas relatively squishy even when erect. And the feeling of his foreskin slidingup and down with my hand was weird to say the least. I continued kissing Jeremywhile stroking him, but stopped kissing when I felt something warm and stickyon my hand. I looked down and saw that he had already come
– two rivulets of semen were running down the back of my hand. Jeremyreddened, and ran off to clean his jumper and trousers.
The come on my hand seemed to bear no resemblance to the silvery elixir Ihad seen it portrayed as in porn. I sniffed my hand, and then lickedit. I would not call the taste pleasant but nor was it unpleasant. It was slightlysalty, but largely bland. I licked the rest off as well, for good measure.
The next time we were together, Jeremy took me upstairs to his bedroom andtried to get into my trousers. I rejected his advances, partly because I hadno pressing desire to get naked in front of him, and also because I alreadyknew what I had and what it did; I was more interested in playing with whathe had – his cock. So instead I whipped off his trousers, and tookhis cock in my hand. I paused, a bit unsure about putting it in my mouth. I figuredI had to try it at some point, so it may as well be now. I have a useful straightforwardattitude to sex that many girls seem to lack. It's probably why I have allthese experiences to write about!
I put my lips around the head of Jeremy's cock and began running my tongueround it. His reaction was instantaneous, moaning loudly. Spurred on by this,I continued to experiment with what I could do with my tongue to please him.What I failed to take into account was that it was not only my firstblow job, but Jeremy's too. I almost gagged with surprise as I felt his come fillingmy mouth. I contemplating spitting it out, but instead tried to swallow it first.I succeeded. Realising that it was not too difficult, I swallowed therest – which seemed to please Jeremy greatly.
I won't detail every sexual encounter between myself and Jeremy. I'll justtell you about the notable ones, the most noteworthy of all being the nightI lost my virginity (if I could still be termed a virgin after my previousescapades). Jeremy convinced me to strip for him one night in his bedroom,and he seemed pleased with the sight of my body, which gave me a nice boostto my confidence. He slipped on a condom, and approached my prone formon his hands and knees. His cock was roughly the same size as my trusty rabbitvibrator , so there was no problem with size as he slid his cock into my pussy.The part that I didn't know what to do with was the rest of him; his body rightup against mine, the two of us joined at the hip. I embraced him, and curledmy legs around him as he began to thrust.
I had always expected that sex would be about the same as, if not slightlyworse than masturbating. The rabbit was, after all, inherently better equippedfor the job of bringing a woman to orgasm than a man with a dick. What I nowrealise is that it is not all about the vagina. His cock pounded away, andhis pubic bone seemed to stimulate my clit satisfactorily but it was the feelingof being wrapped round this man who was fucking me hard and fast that seemedto add an inestimable extra amount of pleasure. Jeremy came fairly quickly,but I came even quicker, much to his delight.
Similarly, I did not expect much from my first experience of cunnilingus.I did not see the appeal at first, but when Jeremy first ran histongue over my clitoris I suddenly understood exactly what the appeal was.Jeremy did not seem to know what to do, but I guided him as best I could, oftenfrantic and demanding as he started doing something really good but then driftedon to something not as fun. Over the course of half an hour I directed Jeremyin what to do until he finally brought me to orgasm.
Jeremy and I began trying other positions. He convinced me to go on top.I took some persuading as I hated the thought of me being on top, my body jigglingall over the place. Jeremy told me that he would love it, and he was right.I ended up on top of him as he moaned and groaned beneath me. Instinctivelyhe grabbed my ass, pulling my ass cheeks apart to expose my asshole to theevening air. Excited by this, I reached behind me and pushed his hands furtherround, towards my asshole, but Jeremy seemed oblivious to my hint. I endedup frustrated as he came inside me, missing out on both him fingeringmy ass and my own orgasm. The other position I remember us trying was doggystyle, which I enjoyed greatly. Somehow, not seeing him at all as he poundedme from behind was more exciting than the other positions. I managed to gethim to grab my ass, but he seemed uninterested in my asshole – to mydisappointment.
One evening I summoned up the courage to try and get Jeremy into bondage.As we lay on the bed kissing naked one evening, I suggested that I could tieJeremy to the bed and then go on top. I still remember his exact words: "You'rekidding right?" he said with a laugh, "that stuff's only for weirdos!" Afterfour months and sixteen days, our relationship was over, with Jeremy well andtruly dumped.
That experience convinced me that if I wanted to find the ideal guyfor me, I should start at the kinky end of things and work back to the vanillastuff, rather than the other way round.
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