1. A Girl Discovering Joint Masturbation. By Mariel R


    Date: 10/13/2014, Categories: Masturbation, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: MarieL, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Developing an awareness of our physical differences. As a girl I always knew there was a difference between us, my b*****r had a 'Thingy', between his legs, and I had a 'Small Bum', laughable, even pathetic, but that's what our parents educated us in their descriptive prose for a 'Penis', and my 'Vagina'. As a teenage girl, my verbal preference changed somewhat, 'Cock', and 'Cunt', tough talk, you might think, but now I was menstruating and my body awash with sex hormones, these organs and their function drove me to distraction. By f******n I was masturbating daily, even fondling my b*****rs cock and offering my hand to older men, I seemingly could not get enough of it, and finished up having hormone treatment to balance my sexual urges. I was a walking time-bomb, on the surface I was a girl who appeared to have it all, height, facial beauty, body tone, athleticism, and a graceful energy, and wrapped deep inside an uncontrollable urge for sex and all things sexual. My mouth could recite sonnets from Shakespeare, and within a short sentence, trip into the voice of a cheap whore bringing a guy off with a slick hand-job, matched with a verbal diatribe, dirty enough to inspire a man's 'Cowper's Glands' to prematurely start mixing, my favourite drink. The amazing thing about all this female exploration and gratification, was that I managed to maintain my 'Virgo Intacta', for me, masturbation was sufficient enough for satisfaction, perhaps you the reader may add your comment on ...
    the thought, but for me, remaining a 'Virgin', made me feel 'Sexually Clean', but shit, I was a very dirty girl both mentally and verbally.Teenage Sexual Awareness and Dark Urges. I was sixteen when a sex shop opened on the outskirts of town. It was causing all sorts of controversy, mostly from frigid housewives, jilted lovers, and of course churchgoers and civil servants, laughably, the ones who granted the licence in the first place. Connected to the sex shop was the local video store, and both these establishments were connected by a back door, allowing renters of 'Walt Disney Classics', to have a surreptitiously good blow-job, before going out the from door of the video store. Very few knew of the back door connection. The video store also had private booths for viewing, a small labyrinth of ten rooms where you could view a rental, and with holes in the walls, watch the men and some women, relieve themselves, booths, 3 and 4, 7 and 8, were the ones with the holes in the walls. That was where I spent time, and my first was an explosive encounter, with the father of one of my friends at school. At the time, I was genuinely unaware of the connection between the booths in question, but the sounds emanating through the thin ply-board, were coming from a porn movie, and that caused my ears to prick-up, and with my keen senses alerted, I noted the thin pin-prick of light, as my booth was not yet lit, so I closed the door and locked it, dropped to my knees and watched my friends ...
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