Thank You, and Goodbye

As I sit  here, in bed, iPad on my knees, I realise that what has really happened to me is the stripping back of layers to reveal the core of my sexual being. Some of those layers have been imposed on me by society, some by the nuns and monks of my school days, and universally, they ALL suck! 

Have sex with your own sister? How disgusting! How immoral! How awful! No! How utterly glorious! How free! How dirty! How sensual! 

I can sit here now and tell you that yes, I’ve seen my dad's erect cock, and wanted it up me! Partly because it is an erect cock (and trust me, it’s a very pleasing one to the eye) and partly because it breaks yet another taboo! That’s the cock that made me! It’s attached to a man I love! I have masturbated often about that cock and dreamed it was pounding my vagina. And the resultant orgasms have been fabulous beyond description. 

I’ve seen other girls pee. And yes, I’ve been turned on by it. I’ve peed my panties just.....just because! I’ve experienced the sensual caress of another girl as she held me naked in the bathroom, and felt her pee on my leg. I’ve even made a girl cum so hard she peed in my mouth. And yes, I loved that too. 

I have probed another girl’s bum with my unusually long tongue. I’ve licked her cunt and her bum hole out. It was dirty.....and utterly sublime. 

So, what’s to come? 

I guess as the lockdown lifts, I shall be opening my coffee bar. Theres likely to be a rush when our freedoms return, and I should do well. Sexually, I will be free to pursue anything I damn well please. I certainly intend to get fucked in my own coffee bar. I am in desperate need of a real, live cock, and it has come close...very very close to being my dad's, purely because it was a hard cock and well, it was to hand. 

I’m sitting on my bed in a patterned cotton dress and no panties. I’m going to spend the day like this, and somehow I feel today will be multi-orgasmic. It feels like one of those days where I shall make myself cum in a variety of places, and it won’t take long in each, so my clit won’t get sore. I can smell myself even now. It’s at times like this when I wonder why we go to such lengths to avoid our scent being noticed by others. Fresh vaginal discharge is beautiful! Light, almost flowery, yet with a musky undertone.....I much prefer it to wandering around in soaked panties all day when the scent has a harsher tone to it. 

I take a look around my bedroom...I don’t know what I’m looking for, exactly, maybe a builder to suddenly emerge from the shadows and fuck my brains out. But no miracle today. It’s just my room. 

I’ve just pushed my rabbit up me. It’s not turned on, although I most certainly am. Any girl will tell you that the feeling of having something up her vagina is glorious. That stretched, at times almost stinging sensation brings to mind instant images of cocks. Miss Brain gets in on the act and flashes an image of the boys under 16 cricket team at school. I used to love watching cricket....not for the game of course, which is mind numbingly slow, but I liked it when they polished the ball on their white trousers, leaving a red mark behind. I often wondered if they were giving themselves a quick feel. Especially when us girls were allowed to watch the match, and evil bitches that we were, would sit with our knees up and ankles spread so some of the boys could see our panties. I’ll never forget the day Angela didn’t wear any! Some boys got their first ever view of a cunt that day. 

Miss Brain reminds me how young teens can’t control themselves, and many of the cricket team would have wanked off thinking about Angela’s cunt that day! 

I feel my vagina grip the rabbit, and I lay back on my pillows. I close my eyes and suddenly, I’m 15 again, but I’m also Angela. In my mind, I am both Angela, and yet sitting beside her watching as well. Miss Brain allows me the gift of bi-location sometimes. 

I move my legs into the same position as she did that day. Then Miss Brain gives me a treat. The under 16s cricket team captain is on my bed, still wearing his whites, but with his zipper undone. I part my knees as he crawls slowly towards me. He’s nervous. This is, after all, his first cunt...his first fuck.  I press the rabbit into me, imagining it’s him giving me his virginity. “Am I hurting you, Angela?” he asks. I shake my head. 

I start to move the vibrator in and out. Miss Brain has completed he picture. It’s as if I can really see him....really feel him, and I can hear his lovely Derry accent. "Sure, I’m gonna cum, Angela.” I’m not close yet, but Miss Brain knows what she’s doing, and I trust her. I move the rabbit quickly in and out, loving the wet, squishy sounds it’s making. “Oh shit....” I imagine I can feel every jet of semen as he pumps it deep inside me. Something prompts me to tell him I’m not on the pill, which adds a level of excitement. I see the concern on his face, but he could no sooner stop now than fly to the moon. 

I know that behind the vibrator, my cunt is full of liquid and when I pull it out it will run down the crack of my bum, just like semen would do. He pulls out and I feel the warm rush of liquid. 

I take his hand (mine in reality) and place it on my clit. I show him the speed and pressure I need, and he masturbates me....his first time masturbating a girl. His cock stands proud and glistening. I have no doubt he could cum again. As he does me his hand wraps itself around his cock and he starts to wank. Just as I get there, it erupts all over my school uniform....my blazer...my shirt and tie, and my kilt. Nothing escapes. Miss Brain even gives me the scent as I would have smelled it. I see the white mess all over me, and I cum hard with deep guttural moans. In my mind, I’m Angela, and this gorgeous hunk of a lad has just knocked me up. 

And there, my lovelies, we part ways.

Thank you for helping me along this journey, and I hope I’ve given you some pleasure along the way.