Porn has always annoyed me and left me cold. I have no time at all for so-called ‘professional’ porn, where it’s obvious the actors would rather be anywhere other than on the set.
And sometimes you get “Sarah masturbates in front of hidden camera” yet there are more camera angles than in many feature films, and the camera is moving! Fake, fake, 1000 times fake.
Now and then, you might get a genuine self-filmed effort. I admit I do enjoy them, but as for the rest, I’d rather mow the lawn.
Emily is home now…for the most part….and our sex life is stratospheric, as you can imagine. Not that we leave Dani out, but she’s discrete enough to know we need time alone.
Interestingly, Emily and I still masturbate. I strongly believe there is a place for masturbation even in the most wide-ranging, varied, and frequent of sex lives.
And so it was that yesterday afternoon, I felt like a wank. Oh, I have no doubt both `Dani or Em would have played if I’d wanted them to, but I just…well….wanted some alone wank time. So sue me.
Em said she needed something from the bedroom first, but she wasn’t long, and I had the room to myself.
Now, silly as it may sound, sometimes, I like to dress for the occasion. It all depends on how Miss Brain (of should that be Mrs. Brain, now I’m married?) feels.
So, I stripped, and let myself wander through my undies drawer, then my closet, until I found myself wearing a white shirt, tie, pleated green skirt, white panties, and black pantyhose. So….schoolgirl then.
I flopped down on the bed and waited for Miss Brain to take command, which she did surprisingly quickly….and forcefully. In the blink of an eye, I was 15 again, home after a hot, sweaty day at school, alone in my bedroom back home.
I began to get the feeling that went with the scenario….wet, sticky panties, tingling nipples, and a pleasant buzz in my clit. Miss Brain replayed a locker-room scene for me which I recalled with almost startling accuracy. I’d found a pair of another girl’s panties in her bag. This particular girl was the living, breathing, walking, talking essence of virginity, yet I was absolutely convinced her panties had been wanked in….and immediately before this PE lesson!
There’s a difference between vaginal wetness, and the kind you get after a really good cum, and her panties exhibited both. I remembered being startled at first, then breathing her sweetness is, before daring to lick her cunt juices off the panties.
By now I was really in the mood and my hand was buried under the pantyhose. A fingernail poked a little hole, which became a bigger hole. Panties to one side, and I was masturbating as a 15 year old virgin would. Almost daring to slip a finger in, but not too far, and focussing on my clit.
As my orgasm approached I timed it perfectly with ripping my pantyhose open, and swearing out loud. “Fuck me…..fucking rape me…..fuck my wet cunt.”
Boy, that was a good one. I rested for a moment or two and then got changed back.
Once back in the garden with Em and Dani, both of who were naked, Em got up and went in the house. She came back with our video camera. “Here. Your very own porn movie.” The bitch! She’d hidden the camera and filmed me! We all piled into the home cinema, and ran the movie. Even I have to admit, it was fucking erotic.
`Em and I were so focused on the screen that we barely heard Dani’s voice saying, “I want to do that. I want to video myself…being dirty. Now unknown to her, she already has been….twice….but I was intrigued to know a) what she’d do in front of the camera, and b) what ‘dirty’ meant to her these days.
She took the camera after I’d set it to its simplest ‘point and shoot’ setting, and that’s the last we saw of her until dinner.
As you know, she has her own bungalow now, with an almost totally secluded garden. There is one spot where she can see the footpath through the woods, and be seen from it, but 90% is totally private.
After dinner, she cleared away, and then she asked us to follow her into the cinema. Dani ran her movie.
First, a close up of her face. (Too close, truth be told.) “I’ve learned so much from you two. This is a ‘thank you’…but it’s also because I really, really want to do something….filthy.”
Cut to a long shot of Dani on a sunlounger, naked apart from a pair of panties…..hey….wait….a pair of MY panties. The pair I’d put in the laundry only that morning, and I knew they’d be still wet with me from last night. Although Dani’s eyes were closed, she was talking. The sound wasn’t the best, but we could hear her soft, dreamy voice saying “I wonder if you both knew? I wear your used panties quite a lot. Yours, Anna, and yours Emily. I adore having your scent on me, and your wetness commingling with mine.”
(I won’t ruin the narrative, but you have to imagine a dreamy pause after every sentence.)
“There’s something so naughty about wearing used panties, isn’t there? Especially wearing another girl’s used panties.” Her hand was stroking her gravity-defying breasts, and tweaking up the nipples into hardness. “I sometimes wear them all day. Until I can’t stand it any more and I have to……do things….in them.” Her hand traced delicately over her crotch and we were treated to the sight of a perfect camel toe. “The times I've stood naked in the utility room smelling one of you and wanking myself into oblivion, you've no idea.” (I think we have dear….like when you served us the identical coffee snack that you served us for breakfast! Your head wasn’t in the game that day.)
“Sometimes, I think there aren’t enough raunchy, dirty things to do.” (Oh, trust me sweetie….there are!) Her hand disappeared inside the waistband of my panties. I find watching a girl masturbate in her undies way more erotic than watching her naked. Then, from under her lounger she produced a sex toy….hey…wait…..that’s ‘Mike’, the cock part of our strapless strap on. “I’m guessing…hoping really, that this has been up you this morning Anna.” (Yes, it has.) “And I so hope you haven’t cleaned it yet.” (Nope. Not yet.) “I don’t think you have.” She sniffs it. “It smells of you and….” She slips at least half of it down her throat. “..it tastes of you too.
She gently pulls he’s panties to one side and pushes it up herself. “I hope you didn’t clean it, because now I’ve got your cunt deep inside mine.” Her back arches and for a while she’s lost in herself, fucking herself gently and writhing in the joy it’s bringing her. She takes Mike out and sucks him again, this time tasting herself as well as me.
Emily and I were in shock. This was….staggering. Amazing. Yet we’d seen each other do things like this. So why…? “Miss Brain bitch slapped me and said “Because she’s genuinely enjoying this….and she’s doing it for you.”
Dani had resumed her hand in panties masturbation now. Somehow, she seemed to slither off the sun lounger, and stand up in front of the camera, and the movement made the perspective and length of shot perfect. We watched as she pinched her nipple with one hand and frigged her clit with the other. Her feet apart, knees slightly bent. I knew she would be feeling the strain of that position in her leg muscles, but I also knew that the pain would add to her orgasm when she came, which looked imminent.
“I….I’m going…to…cum in your panties, Anna…..cum and……” The power of speech fled as her orgasm burst from deep within her…along with a steady golden stream of pee. And oh, how that cum seemed to last, forever and forever. The pee stream weakened and began to run down her inner thigh, but the orgasm raged on. Vocal again, she exploded in a series of “Fuck….oh fuck…..fuuuck.”
I would have loved to have leaped on her right there and then. I would hand…paid to do so. (And that planted a seed I’ll come back to another time.)
Emily and I were so ready! But we decided to hold off…
….until we saw Dani again!
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