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Ik Heb Zo Wa-wa-wa Waanzinnig Gedroomd

Posted by: Age: 14 then - 20 now Posted on: 12 comments
20 likes 6636 views Category: Masturbation Female-Male Tags: Masturbation, horny girl, exhibitionism
This is the title of a Dutch song and means something like "I had a wonderful dream" it was performed by a group of young teenage girls and this song and a dream were ringing in my head the whole morning. The reason; I woke up last night in the middle of a nice but exciting dream. They say that dreams are less naughty when you masturbated before going to sleep, When that is true, I can say that I am the exception to that rule. It is seldom that I don't masturbate before going to sleep, it is relaxing soothing and I can fall asleep easier after it. A bedtime self-induced orgasm I mean. My dreams usually happen when I am in bed alone, seldom when I have company.

Last night when I woke up the dream was fresh in my mind; I remembered almost everything that happened in detail. I was soaking wet, most of the time I sleep totally naked but this time I was wearing panties. Maybe I should wear panties in bed more often, although I doubt that this was the reason for this specific dream but it can be, because in my dream I was wearing panties as well. My dream started awkward, I don't know how it happened but I had broken my leg or injured my knee or something but the thing I remembered very clear was that my leg was in a plaster cast (that is how you call it I think). A huge white cast from under my knee up high over my upper leg and thigh. Actually as a young girl I injured my knee badly and walked in a plaster cast for some time. And in this dream I was that young girl, I am not considering myself old now, but in my dream I was about 13 or 14 and had just started in secondary school. When I remember dreams, some things are vague especially when they are not important to the essence of what happened. This time I remembered that I could not bend my knee and because of that I was seated in a different place in the classroom where I could have my leg stretched resting on a chair. It also must have been summer and hot because I was wearing a skirt, a short skirt. Then the panties, the way I sat everyone that looked back at me ogled straight between my, due to the plaster cast, slightly opened legs. There was just no other way I could sit comfortable and actually it seemed that I enjoyed it anyway. Boys found all kind of excuses to turn their head and check me out, some walked up to me to help for whatever reason. Some did put their name or a small drawing on the initially virgin white cast, but while doing so most of their attention went between my legs, to my exposed panty covered pussy. Their eyes were burning hot and that is how my pussy felt as well. I always liked it when I was looked at, which young girl doesn't. Still now these days I get turned on when someone ogles me between my legs and I love it to tease them with a naughty flash. This time it soon became a game, a naughty play that excited me, I was wet all the time but I didn't dare to look at myself, or check if my panties betrayed my mood. Due to my temporary handicap my mom drove me to school and picked me up when school was over. But that day there were several boys volunteering to bring me home on their bike and I called her to tell that so she could save the trip and stay at work. In my dream I was biked home by a cute friend that I had a crush on for some time already. At home I sat down and rested my leg on a pouf (a cushioned footstool) that my father always used when he watched TV or was reading. This time though I had spread my legs even more and my short skirt crept up high. I was horny and I wanted my dream boy to see a little more of me. I made jokes about the irritating itching caused by that cast and started looking for something that could reach the itching spot. He was laughing, itching causes funny behavior, I know. Then he offered to help but his fingers on my thigh did more to me than to the itch. I loved the stroking and separated my thighs more and more, pointing him to were his fingers should go. Doing so, my guidance was more directed by my horny desires than by my itch. I opened my legs as far as I could, my good leg pulled up, I exposed my hot crotch the best I could under the circumstances. I observed his eyes and they were at a total different place than his scratching fingers. My clitty was throbbing from the excitement. My vixen mind was pondering with naughty thoughts. I struggled, I had to control the urge to touch myself, but I wanted it so badly. All kind of scenarios played around in my head, but horny as I was reason doesn't work. He was still gazing at my panties, revealing the contours of my swollen outer and inner lips and a little bump at the spot were my engorged hard clitty showed her existence. By now I was soaking wet and I am sure he noticed it. My girly hello kitty undies could not hide that either. Kind of shy he asked; did you wet your panties? Do you need to pee? I can help you walk over to the bathroom. I blushed and mumbled; thanks but no I don't have to pee, that is not pee, girls can get wet in other ways. Now he blushed, I have heard about it; he said, but I could hardly hear him. Nervously I asked; have you seen a girl before? No, not close in real, I have seen my little sister but not really that well. He was so cute and shy it was endearing, would you like to see me? I whispered as like no one else could hear, but there was no one else. Then nature took it course, I was so horny, my urge to show him my wet and horny pussy was unstoppable and I moved the side of my panties away. He was close and stared, I was aware that my pussy must be swollen and my lips separated, my engorged clit standing hard and throbbing. I felt myself, I was wet very wet and I tasted myself from my fingers. I touched my longing clit, I unhooded it, showing him my glance and I rubbed myself slowly. His cheeks were blushed almost purple from excitement; his hand on my thigh was trembling. I put my hand over his and guided him, you can touch me when you want; I tried to say, but my voice was shaky. His fingers carefully touched my blood filled swollen inner lips and went between them. His fingers, wet from my juices went down and up several times, down again he stopped and probed at my pussy hole. I smiled at him and he slides his finger in; it feels soft and smooth, he mumbled, it feels nice, was all I could say, I was dripping and the wetness was tickling between my but cheeks. I pushed the skin of my clithood back, making my hard clit standing up in the hope he would focus on it, but he didn't. He continued to probe my pussy. I can't orgasm from that only and had to divert him. Do you also masturbate; shy and uncomfortable he nodded yes. Let us masturbate together; I proposed. At least that way I can rub my clit and get off, because my urge became unbearable. Let me see you; I asked in a convincing sweet way. He hesitated but unzipped his jeans and lowered his boxers, his hardon jumped out like he was happy for finally getting loose. Let us watch each other when we masturbate; but those words were not necessary he already was jerking his dick like crazy, his foreskin moving up and down, his purple glance glistening. And I was rubbing my clit. It didn't take long for him to ejaculate, spurt after spurt went up in the air, landing on his jeans. I complemented him with a big smile; watch me, this is how you can make me orgasm and kept smiling. His eyes were back on me and I rubbed my clit until I came off, when I was done I looked back at him. That was nice and amazing, he smiled, his dick was hard again and he was jerking it. How often do you masturbate; I asked. Ehh every day at least and sometimes more, he blushed. Me too, I giggled, sometimes three or more times a day when I am really in the mood, we kept giggling and confessed our masturbation habits to each other. When you don't tell your friends, we can do this more often after school, I questioned. I would love that, his smile went from ear to ear, I thought from anticipation but it was because he was coming and ejaculating for the second time. In my dream and after waking up and again by writing this, I masturbated multiple times as well. OMG I love to rub and finger myself so much, sometimes I keep doing it time after time after time.

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