1. The Golden Rule Ch2


    Date: 7/22/2015, Categories: Fiction, Exhibitionism, First Time, Masturbation, Young, Author: 1MTNMN45, Rating: 92, Source: sexstories.com

    to myself as I rubbed again right at the top of my slit only to reproduce those magical sensations. I had found what felt so good. I set the mirror back down on the floor between my feet and used both hands to continue my search. With my left hand holding me wide open I rubbed around with my right fingers only to find the skin underneath the V at the top of my slit begin to hardening and also very sensitive. With each rub little shocks of electricity cause my hole to try and close up. I could clearly see it happening as I looked at my open crotch in the mirror between my feet. I gasped for breath each time I circled my fingers over the ever hardening little nub. It felt fantastic! Faster and faster my finger tip raced over the sensitive spot, sending more and more shock waves blasting through me. My breath was quickening and I could feel little beads of perspiration coming out on my forehead as I squatted over the mirror in my closet. I was now digging at my crotch at a furious rate. It felt so wonderful and exciting all at the same time. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better I rubbed one time just a little harder. This sudden rush of heat flushed through me as my body jerked really hard, forcing my hand away from my excited crotch. I gasped for air and leaned against the inside of my door while the powerful wave rolled over me. I looked down at the mirror just in time to see this really big drip of a whitish/clear liquid drip out of my open pussy hole and onto the ...
    glass. “Wow!” I gasped quietly as I righted myself back into a squatting position on my feet. “That was awesome!” The liquid was the same as what I had wiped off the seat of my brothers bike but different from what I had found in my panties. That answered one question. Now I just needed to find out what had just happened to me. . . . . . . . . . . . . . One of the really nice things about summer is how events can take place at the drop of a dime. It only took one phone call to arrange a sleep over at my friend’s house for that evening. Without the hindrance of school or homework, it was a simple task. “Mom, I’m going over to Tina’s house to spend the night,” I said as I walked through the kitchen toward the back door. “Ok sweetie,” she replied just before she disappeared into the utility room again. “Do you have all of your things?” “I’ll come back and get them in a while,” I responded just before the door closed behind me. Tina is my very best friend from school. She is the same age as me, but where I am the second oldest in my family with one older brother and two younger ones, she is the second youngest with one older sister and a brother who is already gone to college, and one sister who is eight. She is my closest friend and the one person I trust the most. She would be able to help me with my dilemma. I was just about to head out down the driveway when I saw my brothers bike leaning against the garage. He did tell me to ‘…ride it all I wanted…”, and it is a pretty good ...
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