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At least once in your life even for the most innocent and purest teen of souls out there. As for me, it has become almost a need for me to touch myself every night. Sometimes, in the afternoons too. Basically any chance I get, I do it. I am in college at the moment and having to share a room with another being.. well, gotta admit, it drives me nuts for not touching myself for so long. It has gotten to the point where the urge to masturbate gets so high that I can indian actually feel by pussy aching. Begging to be touched, rubbed or even make the slightest bit of contact. Nevertheless, I gotta hold it in. There’s something about attending classes and sitting in the lecture hall or in my dorm room surrounded by other people who are completely oblivious as to how my enlarged clit is pulsating underneath all my clothes that makes me feel much more hornier if it was even possible. So, whenever I come home, I get to release all the pent up sexual frustration by playing with myself at least twice a day. The thing is at home, I don’t wear a bra. Only a pair of shorts and an oversized tee. This makes it easier for my protruding nipples to be seen clearly regardless of the type of top I wear. As long as I don’t wear a bra, my nipples can be seen just as clear as day. It is only my stepdad, my older brothers and I at home but they’re mostly working so I don’t have a problem going braless at home and even if they are home, I still let my handful boobs be free and something tells me that they know their 18 year old sister and stepdaughter doesn’t wear a bra at home. Clearly, I don’t care about the audience. Its just the fact that my nipples would ever so lightly brush against the fabric of my top at any movement that makes me feel good. Or the chances of me simply sliding my hands underneath my tee anytime at all and being able to grope and squeeze my anal boobs immediately. Now that you know the basics, let’s skip to the part where I explore several sexual fetishes and urges of mine. Regardless of the number of times I feel horny in a day, I do take my school work seriously and try to refrain from touching myself until I get my work done. It gives me something to look forward to. That is, of course, until it gets too much that I begin to get ideas of the many other things I could do with the pencil I was holding rather than writing. I could feel my clit throbbing, asking to be touched while my heart begin to race in anticipation. I stopped doing my homework and slowly reached down to my pussy and lightly touched my aching clit with the head of my pencil through my thin pajama pants. The slight feather-like touch made me take a deep breath as it felt like a direct contact with my clit since I wasn’t wearing any panties. I spread my legs a little wider than before and leaned back against my desk chair, exhaling before adding slight pressure to my clit once again. I was starting to feel my juices forming but refrained from touching myself directly with my hands. My thumb and index finger of my right hand held onto the tip of my pencil, allowing the head of the pencil do its job on making me feel good. I lifted the pencil off and let my pussy be untouched for a few seconds, before I lightly tapped the length of my pencil against my slit, sending shocks of pleasure in my veins. The heat and suction was like nothing he had ever imagined before and when her curious eyes look up at him, he knew instantly that this is what life was to be lived for. I stood up and pulled her up and led her to the bedroom. My little lamb carefully guided us through the darkness to our destination, which turned out to be a haystack. I kissed her, indian perhaps more tenderly than I’ve ever kissed before. “Don’t worry about them, and the chances of anyone teen coming over here are quite remote. I pick up a whole case that is just sitting on a counter. The beast grunted in pleasure as the human rubbed his balls while also letting out several inches of his phallus before pushing it back even deeper than before. It only just covered her ass now as Brandi put the flogger between her legs to spread them. Did they? It smelled slightly like urine but she started to lick the head to get it wet. It's the closest thing to guilt I have felt in a long time; Beth had been kind, and I knew that Eva would be distraught to find out I was capable of setting up such a thing. Heather figured Ethan rented it for the 10 days, but then was shocked when she saw the deed laying on the table, with her’s and Ethan’s name on it. My bedroom door opened. I have the power in this town. Jace simply stood there, dumb founded, as the thoughts of her kiss lingered in his mind. I gulped it down, the frothy jizz pouring down my throat. Then we collapsed into panting delight. to get a better shot at Faith, standing silhouetted in the middle of the “Ahhhh!” Mike exclaimed. He switched out to a new flavored condom and mounted the bed, straddling the woman's oustretched arms and sliding his manhood into her open mouth. I didn’t like it.” Her: I can’t cheat on my husband. It was just such a wonderful anal treat. My writing isn't behind a paywall and I will always be happy to post my work to this site for free. I swayed. I was still standing there, naked, with his cum leaking out of my ass. He started to count, as he assuredly placed the whip exactly as he desired criss crossing her body. She knew when he was about finished. 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