Ever since I can remember I’ve been a horny girl. Of course that meant lots of secret masturbation and nothing more, as it is for most kids.
One day when I was 18, right before I was to start university, my mother came into my bedroom looking for a stapler. She found it on my desk, then turned around, noticing for the first time that I was not only on my bed, but stark naked with my fingers obviously planted you-know-where.
I just about died! She just said “Oh, sweetie…” and quickly left the room, stapler in hand.
Needless to say, there was no orgasm for me that afternoon. I was freaking out until dinner. I couldn’t concentrate at all. What was she going to say? What was going to happen?
It was dad who said something. Evidently Mom had told him what she saw. Fortunately, my parents are enlightened, good-hearted people. Carefully choosing his words, he finally said in a sort of halting voice, and seeming to be blushing, “Kids,” meaning my brother and I, “I’m going to install locks on your bedroom doors.”
That was all that was said. Nothing more. Two days later, Ken and I did have locks on our doors. It took me four days before I could feel comfortable wanking again, even though I was safe and secure in my room.
I took something from that lesson that might not be what you would expect. I realized that being caught while masturbating isn’t horrible. My silly mind started to twist that around, and I realized I would enjoy being caught again rubbing one out – in the right circumstances, maybe by my dad this time. Ooh, maybe my brother Ken.
My first opportunity came out back by the pool. I arranged a lounger so the back was high and facing the house. I took off my bikini top, and slipped the skimpy bottom to one side. I had to masturbate slowly because I knew the event I was planning might take a while to happen. It took longer than I though. I almost gave up. I purposely hadn’t orgasmed after 20 minutes, which seemed like an hour, because Ken hadn’t come out to the pool yet. You see, that was my plan. I wanted my brother to ‘catch’ me masturbating.
I heard the kitchen door bang open. Good, he was coming. A moment later he was there, standing right in from of me with a big smirk on his face. Here’s the problem. I hadn’t realized that he might have invited two of his friends to swim with him. He never did that! But on this day, he had.
The three boys started snickering, and hooting and just carrying on like adolescents. Geez! A moment later they all left me in peace.
My mind was ablaze with trouble, fear, horniness, embarrassment, excitement, you name it. I have to admit, being caught by three boys was a super turn-on for me. Now you may have reacted differently. I don’t know. But I’m just telling you the truth, that’s what it did for me. But of course there was the embarrassment and fear also.
Later that evening, Ken told me they left to be polite, to give me privacy, but that they all were totally turned on by seeing me.
He said they were ‘turned on.’ I wondered… then, stupidity getting the better of me, I asked Ken something we had never discussed in our lives, “Did you masturbate after seeing me like that?”
“Um…”
He hesitated quite a while, before he finally blurted out, “Uh… yes, all three of us did.”
“You…, I mean the three of you masturbated together?”
“Well, actually, yes we did. It wasn’t the first time among the three of us.”
I had no idea! My brother and his friends! Who would have figured?
Why did he add, “It wasn’t the first time among the three of us?” I pondered that for a couple of days. He seemed to want me to know that. To be aware that he and his buddies wanked together. Oh my, did that make me horny, imagining the three of them…
After dinner later that week, my parents went out – they like to go Rollerblading. Weird, eh? Anyway, Kenny and I were alone in front of the TV and he suddenly brought up the subject of masturbation. He was obscure, kind of hinting around without actually saying anything. Suddenly, he blurted out, “You know I jerk off? Do girls? I mean, do you?”
Geez, how does one answer that? Well being super-horny by this point, I decided the truth was best, “Yes, I do.” Then like an idiot who can’t keep her mouth shut, I added two stupid things:
“Pretty much every day.” and then, “Sometimes I think you and about your friends jerking off. It really sends me.”
What he added floored me. “Now that I know you, um, do that… I’ll be thinking about you, too.”
The conversation got crazier. The next thing you know, Kenny and I were arranging something crazy.
It came about when my parents decided to take a mini-vacation, just one weekend, something they often did. It was almost wrecked when they wanted to take Ken and I along. Usually they went alone, now that he and I were old enough. I didn’t know what to say, but Ken said he had an important basketball game that weekend. I said I wanted to watch, and so, we ended up with the house to ourselves.
His two friends came over. The four of us ate a couple of snacks and made small talk. And then we made more small talk. It seemed we all knew what we wanted to do, but no one was willing to start. Fifteen minutes went by, yet nothing, absolutely nothing, happened.
Manny stood up, frustratedly saying “Oh, forget it.”
It was I who saved the day. Yes, me! “Dudes, are we going to do this thing or what?” at which point I whipped off my T-shirt revealing my bra.
“Keep going,” Grayson urged.
“Well, you’ve got to do something too,” I replied. The meeting came to a grinding halt. Was this where it was going to end? With me in my bra, and three boys, none of which was going to make the next move?
Manny started pulling off his shoes and socks, followed wordless by Gray and my brother.
Again there was a brief stall as all of us were down to our underpants, me still also with my bra.
I knew it was time for me to the the truly naughty one. To take us past the point of no return. I undid my bra, letting my boobs get some air. The boys didn’t quite go nuts, but I could hear them suck in their breaths.
Kenny, laughingly, pointed to Manny’s underpants, saying, “Look who’s hard already!”
Manny’s response, “Yeah, sure am,” and with that, he pulled those underpants off.
For the first time in my life, I saw an erect penis. It was uglier and prettier than anything I had ever seen on the internet. I wanted to reach out and touch it. So, guess what I did? I reached out and touched it. I wrapped my fingers around his surprisingly warm appendage, but he backed away a second later, going “Ooooh, in a weird way” I didn’t understand until I saw spurts of white cum shooting out.
The mood in the room suddenly shifted. Everyone started silently putting their clothes back on. There were a few mumbled goodbyes, and then the party was over.
Later that day, Kenny asked me, “What the fuck happened?”
I had no idea, I just knew we all got weirded out.
To our great good fortune, my parents left again the very next weekend. Ken, I and the two guys decided to try it again. This time was so much different!
It wasn’t long before we were all naked as the day we were born. There were three very erect penises waving in the air, and one surprisingly wet vagina. On that occasion no one touched anyone else, but we all had our own self-administered orgasms.
Let me tell you, there had been nothing more delightful in my life up until that point than rubbing one out with three boys watching intently. It was the strongest orgasm of my life. I tried to contain myself, but but my orgasmic moans turned into yells.
We had to wait two weeks for our next session, but sure enough, my parents left the house to us again. We decided the four of us would have a sleepover. Getting my boldness together, I asked my best friend Alene to join us and to my surprise, she was all for it, as were the boys – of course. Alene is a real looker with her long slim legs, sparkly eyes, and pretty smile.
The five of us did everything. Well, not quite everything. We had no condoms or anything. On the one hand, I so wanted to get fucked for the first time in my life, but was afraid of it at the same time. We did everything else. Blowjobs – oh my god, to have a big, fat cock in your mouth – to die for! But better than that, to have a guy – or a girl (Alene) licking your clit. There are no words…
We had one more get-together before I went off to college. I knew this was now or never. I had to discover the joys of intercourse. Sure enough, in one evening, I went from being a virgin to having three penises me, one after the other. I was a little sore for the next two days, but it was well worth it.
The boys and I were done forever when I went off to college, but I was just beginning. I learned something quickly:
It’s OK to ask for what you want. Especially if you’re a girl. Just come right out and say it, and it will pretty much always be granted.