Being Christy - Part 1

The summer before I went to university was hot. Really hot. It barely rained for weeks and when it did, it came down in torrential downpours. The air would get heavy during the course of the hot humid mornings and by lunchtime the clouds would darken and you could feel that it was going to be getting very wet, very soon. The day I first met Jenny and James I?d been into town in the morning, had a look in the record shops (this was when you?d still find the big chains on the high street, along with a couple of independents), and just wandered about doing a bit of window shopping. Obviously, that meant slowing down to stare in the windows of the women?s clothes and shoe shops and taking the circuitous route through the make-up counters in the department stores. I had turned nineteen in early summer and by then I?d already experimented a bit with dressing up. It had started, like many other CDs seem to do, by getting access to my sisters? underwear a couple of years earlier. I was young and horny. All the time. I couldn?t watch TV without getting hard, let alone think about girls in my class or ones I saw in magazines. All I could Escort ankara think about was having sex, which was a joke, because I couldn?t bring myself to say anything to most girls my age, let alone try to chat them up. That left me spending a lot of time masturbating and reading porn. As I read and wanked more, the more I started to think about what it would be like to not just fuck the girls, but be the one being fucked. From that point my ?personal time? fantasies evolved quickly. Not only would I read porn and wank, but I started to use moisturiser to make the long slow strokes I loved more pleasurable.From there I progressed to baby oil, and I?d adore coating my cock and balls making them smooth and slippy. As I fantasised about whichever gorgeous beauty was that month?s playmate, my oily fingers would start to wander and before long they were dipping in and around my anus, imagining what it would be like for me to be penetrated like the girls in the stories. My god! What a sensation.I still remember the first time I massaged my hole, before slipping one, then two fingers in. It didn't take Balgat escort me long to cum from this new feeling. Or to get hard again and go another round. I was a horny teenager after all. Once I?d started to penetrate myself with my fingers, I was soon douching as part of my daily routine. From there it was only a matter of time before I started using handy objects to pleasure myself with. A bar from a weights set was always cool to the touch, but had some delicious contouring that I could feel as it eased inside. The handle of my cricket bat was long and had a good girth and the rubberised texture was lovely as I sucked it into my tight, puckered, lubed hole. The orgasms I had with those, when I was freshly showered, cleansed inside and out and all slicked up were just the best. Sometimes I?d kneel down and put the handle at the entrance to my arsehole. As I sat backwards, it would first meet resistance from my star, but that would soon give way as I pushed harder, sliding down on it and imagining it to be a real cock inside me. I loved this position because I could control the pace, sliding Batıkent escort bayan up and down, putting more or less pressure on my prostate as I held the bat in place with one hand and wanked myself senseless with the other. Sometimes I barely needed to touch my own cock, the shaft being in just the right place to massage my prostrate and tip me over the edge, sending my spunk spurting through the air. Or I?d lie on my back, knees up on my chest, feeding the length into me, imagining I was being pounded by some faceless man. In this position it was harder to use my hands to bring me off, but the feeling of being spread wide open was fantastic. When I did cum, it would be so forceful that I?d give myself a facial, my straining cock covering me in my own spunk.That?s when I first tasted spunk, having inadvertently delivered a load into my own mouth. Although shocked, I still managed to swirl that first dose round my mouth, getting used to the taste and eventually swallowing it down. From that day onward, I?d rarely waste my load, taking it down or massaging it into my body and anus as part of my post-coital come down. With all this self-pleasuring bum fun going on and the fantasy of being the girl in the mag developing nicely, the next step was to start dressing the part. My sister had already gone away to uni and had landed a summer job down there, but had left some clothes behind, and I would raid her wardrobe.