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On Line Orgasms
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On Line Orgasms I was just finishing up brushing my hair before bed, and decide to log onto the internet before I went to bed. I was so thrilled when my parents bought me a computer for my birthday the month before. Right after my friends found out that I had the internet, they immediately started to tell me about the chat rooms. I logged on, and fired up my ICQ. I spent the next 20 minutes responding to messages from my friends, and then attacked the messages from strangers. 3 messages were nothing but spam. I immediately placed those on ignore. There, will not be bothered by them again. Then 2 messages from guys, both from the same town I live in, and obviously trying to hit on me. That was the last thing I needed right now. I politely responded though, and let it be known I was not interested. If they responded equally nice, I might have some new friends. If they continued to push, I could place them on ignore also. Easy thing to do. I then checked my e-mail. Damn, just junk mail. I placed them in my trash can, and activated MIRC. I logged onto DalNet, and popped into my usual room. A chorus of “Hi Pixie” appeared as I entered. Pixie was the nickname I used in IRC, and I was fairly well known in this room. TeenSex was a room I found by accident one night when I was bored and wandering around. While I was constantly propositioned, there were some nice people in there too. Dolph was a guy from New York that I chatted with fairly often. While we would flirt, nothing else normally happened. LongTallSoldier was a 19 year old guy that was in the army and stationed in Washington state. He tried to get me to do the cyber thing a few times, but I always politely turned him down. “Hugs there girlie! Long time no see! Can’t sleep again?” That came from Scarlet, a girl I chatted to fairly often from San Jose. She was one of my best friends on-line. Two months ago, I would have laughed at the thought of having “good friends” that I had never even met. But now, I realized how these things could happen. Scarlet was a lot like me, 18 and a senior in High School. But unlike me, she had bright red hair (we had traded pictures before), and was a real tease. Well, maybe tease is not the right word for Scarlet. “Slut” might be better, if the truth were told. At least once a week, it seemed like she would leave the room with some guy, and do some cyber with him. Once, I even came into the room, and they were well past second base right in the room! Things were going good, until a jerk tried to jump into the middle and ruined it. Many times, I remembered back to that evening, and if she would have gone all the way with us all watching. I spent the next 20 minutes turning down offers to cyber, guys pestering me to “show us your tits”, describe the color of my panties, and other such things. In the last few weeks, I discovered a teasing aspect inside of myself that I never knew I had. Sometimes, I would even answer these questions. Of those that came into the room, roughly 20-30 were “Regulars”. I was one of the newest of the regulars. We were the ones that came in at least several times a week. We were the flirters, the jokers, the ones that were sick enough to come night after night after night. Now I am by no means a shy virgin in the room. The long T-shirt I often wear to bed turns into a silk teddy once I enter. I had even tried to cyber a few times, but it was never all that great to me. I would rather masturbate to my own imagination or a good erotic story. Scarlet was in rare form tonight. She was sitting in some guy’s lap as she talked about a party she had gone to the night before. It seems like I came in half-way through the story, but she sent me a private message on the side, and helped bring me up to speed. Even I was in shock reading THIS story. She actually went down on 2 guys the same night? One of them while his girlfriend watched! She quickly brought the story to a conclusion, and we started to chat in private while the guys commented on her “storytelling” skills. While we chatted on the side, she continued to wiggle on Nevada ’s lap. Occasionally one of them or the other would get a little more bold, which was interesting, considering our conversation was centering around other things all together. “Pixie, I got that new silk blouse I have been wanting for so long.” Pixie was my on-line name, in consideration of the fact that I am so short. “Oh really, cool! The forest green one?” “Yea, it’s great. I even wore it to the party last night. Hehehe” “Oh really? Wow, I bet you looked hot!” “Well, I didn’t get any complaints, that’s for sure! For some reason, I forgot to put my bra on before I left.” “You didn’t! Oh my god Scarlet, really?” “Oh come on Pixie, you know I leave it off all the time when I go to parties.” “Yea, I know that. But in a silk blouse? I mean, you must have been obvious, it was so thin.” “Uh-huh. But that made it even easier, if you know what I mean. *wink*” At this time, Scarlet and Nevada got into an argument, and she left the room. It seems that he was trying to go from sliding his hand inside of her nightie, to inside of her panties. Even though it was not real, Scarlet seemed upset at his liberties without her permission. She pushed his hand away, only to have him put it back. Finally, she tired of his antics, slapped him, and left the room. The others in the room started to jump on Nevada ’s case. He was a newbie, and it was not appreciated that he hassled a regular like Scarlet the way he did. I was watching this with one window, while Scarlet and I continued to chat in another. She continued to tell me about her evening the night before. She got to the party with a friend of hers, and immediately started to flirt with an old boyfriend of hers. Before long, the two of them were in his car, and she was sucking him off as he fingered her. She had worn a skirt that night, so he had fairly easy access between her legs. I was kinda quiet reading this. “Oh come on Pixie, I know you’re a virgin. But you also know that I’m a slut.” “Oh no, I would never say that Scarlet.” I protested. “You may not, but I will. It’s OK, I’m a slut. I lost count last year. But by then, I had slept with over 40 guys, and had done other things with another 40 more at least.” “Oh my god, 80 guys?” “And that was last year. I think I am with at least 1-2 different guys a week. By now, my count is easily over 100 men.” “Scarlet! Oh god, I mean… that is kinda dangerous, isn’t it? I mean, you can get pregnant, or AIDS or something like that.” “Oh Pixie, thanks for your concern (HUG). But I rarely do it without a condom. Those times I do, is either with somebody I know and trust well, or with a virgin.” “Virgin?” I asked. “But is that really safe?” “Well, it has worked so far for me. I ’ve been on the pill since I was 15. And I get myself tested at a local clinic every 3 months. So far, in over 5 years I have never gotten anything worst then a yeast infection. And I don’t think I got that from sex.” “Wow” was all I could say. I mean, I had known that Scarlet was experienced, but not that much! 100 men, the number boggled my mind. She then proceeded to tell me about some of them. She had done threesomes, even a few all-out orgies. And last week she got involved in a “circle jerk”, with 2 guys and herself and 2 other gals masturbating together. “I mean, there is nothing like watching somebody else masturbate. We all do it differently.” “We do?” was all I could think of saying. It had never thought about it like that. “Oh yes, of course! Angie did it lying on her back, with her knees bent and her ankles crossed. I could not see much, but she seemed to just slip her hand between her legs and rub her clit. Her other hand would be wiping sweat from her face, or squeezing her breasts.” “Oh wow” was all I could say to that. But I could picture it in my mind. “Yea, I had never tried that before, but I am gonna do it soon just to see how it felt. When she got off, her back arched up and she gasped and shuddered. It sure looked strong. Kattie was more like me. She had her legs spread wide, with her knees bent slightly. One hand would vary from rubbing her clit, and slipping 2 or 3 fingers inside of herself. I could almost swear it was me if I did not know better.” “What about the guys?” I was now squeezing my legs slightly, and could feel my nipples tighten up even more. I was definitely getting turned on here. “Well, I had done both of them in the past, so nothing there was totally new to me. Gary is average in size, maybe 7 inches long and kinda skinny. He just squeezed and rubbed along the length as he watched me and the other girls. He was also the first to cum, after maybe 5 minutes. But like when he was with me, he got hard again, and came a second time about 10 minutes later.” “Wow, he came twice before you came once?” “Well, hehehe, kinda. I actually had a small orgasm about the same time. But I hid it and kept going. Then I held back for as long as I could. That second one knocked my socks off, I tell ya!” “Hmmmm. Wow. I imagine it would, watching those guys jacking off. Did they shoot out a lot?” “Well, Gary shot maybe 2-3 tablespoons worth of cum, the furthest spurts hitting around his neck. The rest of it reached from his belly down and covered his hand. Johnny shot a lot more. His cock was about the same length as Gary’s, but MUCH thicker. He was holding himself out away from himself, and it seemed like a hose when he came. I came right after he did, seeing that thick white sperm shooting out like that. There was a huge puddle of it on the floor, it seemed like about a quarter cup of the stuff!” Just reading those words had me SO excited. I imagined myself watching the 5 of them, horny teens like myself pleasuring themselves as each watched the other. I hardly noticed that my right hand was caressing my breast through the long t-shirt I used as a nightie. In fact, I reread the last thing Scarlet had written, not realizing how long it was taking. “Pixie, you there? I didn’t loose you, did I?” I quickly moved my hands back to the keyboard and typed in “No, I’m here. Sorry, was just thinking.” “Uh-huh, sure. And what were you thinking of Pixie? (wink)” “Oh, you know. Thinking of what a room with 5 horny<b> teenagers </font></b>must have been like.” “Oh, it was GREAT! In fact, I have relived it myself several times since then. But none of the times were as great as that was.” “I can imagine” I replied. “Ya gonna do it again?” “What, relive the experience, or actually do that again?” “Hehehe, do it again I mean, of course! I imagine that you can relive it whenever you want, as long as you are alone (grin)” “Well, that all depends, of course. In fact, I may be doing the other VERY soon.” As I read this, I realized that I had crossed my legs very high up, and was squeezing them together. And I was also leaning forward, putting more pressure then usual on my groin. I reminded me that I had not done it myself in several days. It is strange. Just like my girl friends in real life, we would talk about masturbation. But at the same time as we talked about it, we never actually talked about it. We all knew that we all did it, but at the same time, we never actually admitted to it. “The Deed” or “It” normally took it’s place. “So, want me to let you go then Scarlet? (grin) Sounds like you may be busy real soon here (wink)” “Naw, it’s ok. I will let you know if I have to take a short break (wink)” I actually read that 3 times, wondering if it said what I think it said. I mean, was she saying that she was actually doing it now, or that she was going to be doing it soon? “Why do you say that girl?” I asked. “Are you doing something you shouldn’t?” “Well… That all depends on what you mean sweetie” she replied. “I mean, the Surgeon General is the one that told me that this is OK. Besides, there is only the two of us here, after all. (grin)” Oh my god! She was actually doing it! Masturbating! “Uh-huh” was all I could think of to say for a moment. “Well, if you are gonna do something, make sure you do it right.” “Hmmmm, I think I’m doing it right Pixie. At least, I am sure I am gonna get the desired result.” “Oh you slut” I said. “You mean that you are doing it as we talk?” “Well, that depends on what you mean by ‘it’ my friend.” “Oh, come on, you know what I mean!” She was obviously teasing me, but now I was curious how long I could draw it out. I had tried the “cyber” think a few times before, but never with another girl. I had never seriously considered any lesbian activity, other then the natural curiosity that all teens go through. But at this moment, I felt a vicarious thrill at the thought of chatting with Scarlet while she masturbated. I was now curious how far I could push her. “Oh, so you mean that as you are talking to me, your virginal friend, you are letting your fingers do the walking?” Maybe by being a little more explicit, maybe I could get her to admit it. Maybe having somebody else actually admit to doing what I did when alone, it might help me relax when the right time came. “Hmmm, kinda. Right now, am just wiggling a bit in my chair, and my fingers are caressing my nipples. Is amazing how hard they can get, ya know?” “Oh, I hear you there. Sometimes, mine almost hurt when I am turned on.” There, I had finally admitted something I had never told anybody else. “Oh yea! Same here. Sometimes, I can almost cum just from stimulation on my breasts.” “Yea, me too.” “Oh yea, like when? I know that you could almost be a nun you are so chaste!” I then found myself telling her again about my most extreme sexual encounter almost 2 years ago. When Mark had sucked my breasts as we ground against each other. She listened to the entire story as if it was the first time I told it, then after about 20 seconds, finally responded. “You mean that was your first orgasm? Wow, that sounds so great! I wish my first time had been with somebody else. Instead, I was alone in my bed.” “Yea, like me so many times” I said. “Well, other then occasionally in the shower, that is about the only place I get off.” “Well, you should try other places then. The girl’s room at school can be fun, as well as at the computer.” “What, you mean cyber? I tried that a few times, was not all that great to me.” “Well Pixie, you never looked at a hot picture or movie while you did it? Or read a hot story? I think I masturbate in front of the computer more then anyplace else.” “Well, I sometimes look at those things. But I have never actually masturbated to them before. I just go to bed and remember them as I do it.” What was I doing? Telling somebody who I had never actually met about my most intimate sexual secrets! Then again, this was getting real exciting. I could feel the swelling in my groin for sure now. I knew that before the night was over, I would have to get off also. “Well, you should try it some time then. It just takes some practice is all.” “I guess you are an expert, eh?” “(grin) You could say that. It is a technique that I have perfected over the last few years. Just make sure that you have a towel handy.” “Yea, you sound like an expert” I said. A towel, if this kept up I would need to sit on one as well. I could feel my panties starting to grow damp now. And when not typing, my hands had drifted back to my breasts several times now. “Well, I should be. I have probably done this here several hundred times by now.” “Oh wow, you are a slut!” I exclaimed. “You know it girlfriend! If I don’t cum at least once a day, I tend to get cranky.” “And how many times has it been today?” “Well, this is gonna be my first one. Last time for me was yesterday morning before school, and I really need it.” Yes, that is as good as a definite admission that she was masturbating as we talked. And her typing was noticeably slower. One handed? “Uh-huh” was all I could think of to say however. “How about you? When was the last time you got off?” “Well…” “Oh, come on! If I can admit it, so can you!” “Well, I think it was Tuesday morning in the shower.” “That was what, 4 days ago? What are you waiting for? A personal invitation?” Being the smart-ass I often am, I said “Yea, that is exactly what I am waiting for.” I was floored when she replied “Well, then you have one. Skin off those clothes and join me (grin)” I just looked at the screen for a moment, then replied “What, I suppose that you are doing it now?” “Uh-huh. As I said, without at least one good cum a day, Scarlet gets to be a cranky girl.” “And what, may I ask, are you doing?” Was this me being this bold? “Well, since you asked, I am sliding my index and middle fingers up and down my slit.” Wow! This was starting to get to close for comfort to me. It felt wicked, exciting, and erotic. But it also felt depraved, slutty, and almost a lesbian thing. How far was I willing to let this go? I knew if I did not stop it somehow now, it might go to far. “Pixie, you still here?” “Yea” was all I could think of to reply. This was my best on-line friend, and I did not want to hurt her. Yet at the same time, I wanted her to both stop, and also to continue. “Come on girlfriend, is this bothering you?” “Well, kinda. I am not to sure about this.” “Oh, the little straight girl. Wait, I did not mean that the way it sounded, honest! I just thought that you might enjoy something different. I do not want to make you mad or anything.” “Well, I’m not sure what it is, to be honest Scarlet. I mean, part of me is enjoying it.” Oh, how part of me was enjoying it! I could feel how damp my panties were. And I was aching to do a little of that myself. “But another part of me says it is wrong. I mean, I am not a lesbian, and this is not something I have ever really done before.” “Well, if you are worried about becoming a lesbian, don’t worry. To be honest, I have done this several times with other straight girls.” What, she has? “Let’s see if this makes sense. All we would be doing is pleasuring ourselves. I would not 'touch’ you in any way uninvited. It would be similar to you or I watching a movie of another girl, or sitting in the same room. I mean, just like last week. Angie is perfectly straight, but she seemed to enjoy watching me as well as watching the guys. I think it was the enjoyment of watching somebody else receiving pleasure that she enjoyed. Kinda like bio-feedback, ya know what I mean? It is the feelings and emotions that feed back upon itself, not the actual act.” “What about the other girl? And the guys, did they watch each other also?” “Well, Kattie is bisexual like me. We have even gotten it on together a few times. But she is more straight then I am. Gary and Johnny are both straight as arrows (as well as pointing like arrows at the time hehehe). I caught them looking at each other a few times, but you know how guys are more hung up on that sort of thing then we are. You will almost never see 2 guys hugging or kissing cheeks when they meet, but we do it all the time. I guess that we are more physical in showing our feelings in that way then they are. Sometimes, I even feel sorry for them for that.” Well, she was certainly right about that. Many times I had hugged girlfriends just saying hello, and I proceeded to tell her that. In many ways, I guess she was making sense. I was still not sure about this though. But I also noticed that I was starting to rock slowly back and forth. The pressure in my groin was escalating, and I would need some sort of relief soon, or a cold shower. “Yea, you are right about that girl. But if you want a hint, those of us like me have a little code you might want to follow. If you are referring to a friend that is female, you call her a 'girl friend’. If she is a lover, you call her a 'girlfriend’. Notice the difference?” “Yea, I guess I do. I just never thought of it in that way before. Wait, CutiePie does that also at times. This last weekend, she spent the night with her girlfriend, but tonight, she went bowling with her girl friend. Is she bisexual?” “Well, I am not sure if it is my right to say, but she has also never really made a secret of her preferences. If you were to ask her, she would admit to being a lesbian. But like me, she also does not go around advertising the fact she prefers other girls.” Wow, what was this? I had known that Scarlet was bisexual for months. But this was the first time she hinted she was more into girls then guys. This made me think of her in a different light. “Scarlet, did I read that right? I thought you preferred guys.” “Well, not really. I love sex in almost any way that is not demeaning or painful. But if given a choice, I would much rather make love to a soft gentle girl then a rough quick-shot boy. So if given a choice, I will take a girl most of the time. But also I would not turn down a guy if he appealed to me, or if I was in the mood to have something nice and hard inside of me.” “Wow, really? Why not just use a vibrator then? Would that not give you the best of both worlds?” “Not really. I enjoy toys at times, but something hard cold and plastic will never take the place of something soft warm and made of flesh. Besides, I get a real sexy feeling when a guy lets loose and cums inside of me. I love to feel the throbbing, and the wetness. And a hard chest against mine is nice also at times. Not to mention that a sweaty guy can just smell so dammed sexy at times!” Dang, I could appreciate that thought! Although I had never had a guy cum in me, I could appreciate those thoughts. I barely realized that my left had and wandered back down to my groin, and was caressing myself through my panties. I just stared at those words as I slowly started to sink into my own little word of pleasure, waiting for her to continue. “Pixie, you here?” “Yea, sorry about that. Just thinking.” “Uh-huh, sure you were (grin). I bet you were doing the Jocelyn.” “(giggle) Well, to be honest, I guess I kinda was.” Wow, again I wonder at what I was saying. An hour ago, I would never imagine that I would admit to masturbating. Now I was telling her that I was doing it as we spoke. Has this gone to far for me to stop now? And more importantly, did I want it to?  “Does that feel good my friend?” “Well,” I said. “I would be lying if I said it didn’t. But I can’t believe I am actually doing this Scarlet.” “Well, just relax and let what happens happen. I mean, you are only doing something that you were gonna do tonight anyways. And I was going to do the same thing. You and I both know that. But think of it this way: if it felt good by yourself, imagine how good it may feel to share it with somebody else.” “Yea, guess you are right there. I remember when I was with Mark. I came harder knowing that he was with me then probably any time since then. Well, I have cum harder, but not very often.” “There you go Pixie, you are getting into it now. Damm, this is getting to me something fierce also. I can hardly believe how wet I am talking to you right now. Knowing that this is going to be your first time, and I am the one that is sharing it with you. This may sound like a cliche, but what are you wearing?” “Well, I am already dressed for bed. I got on one of my dad’s old t-shirts. It is dark green, and it rides down to about mid-thigh when I stand up. And a pair of white cotton panties.” “Hmmm, almost the way I had you pictured already, other then the color of your t-shirt. And let me guess, the panties are medium rise, comfortable and practical?” “Uh-huh (giggle) What else do you think I would wear?” “Hehehe, true. Not like you got anybody in your life to show them off to. And let me make another guess: That t-shirt is not exactly resting under your bottom, is it?” “(blush) No, not really. I guess you can say it is gathered around my waist.” “(grin) I knew it. Look down, can you see your nipples poking out?” “Oh man, can I! They are so hard, I think I could cut glass with them. How about you Scarlet, what do you have on?” “Just a smile sweetie, just a smile (grin)” “Really? Were you planning on seducing me here tonight Scarlet? (grin)” “Well, yes and no.” “What do you mean by that?” “Well, if you mean to ask if I was planning on seducing you tonight, the answer is no. But if you mean was I planning on seducing you someday, the answer to that would be yes.” Oh wow! I sat there for just a moment and re-read what she said. Me? What have I ever said to her that is sexy? I mean, sure, we had talked about sex many times. And to be honest, I had often gone to bed and masturbated after one of our chats because what she had said turned me on. But why me, when she could probably have had her pick of almost anybody from our room, or any other room she wanted to go to? “Wow, really? Why me?” “Well Pixie, for several reasons. For one, you are so nice to me. And I always enjoy talking to you. You are smart, funny, and even sexy in your own way.” “Oh come on now! Sexy? Me?” “Yes, you. Don’t you dare put yourself down girl! You just have something about you that seems to scream sensuality. The first you told me about you and Mark, I was creaming my jeans the way you described it. It was so clear, I could almost feel it. And even though I have never told you this, I actually came when you were telling me about it.” “OH MY GOD! You mean that you were actually masturbating as I told you that story?” “Oh I hope you are not mad. But it was so honest, and so intense, I could not hold myself back.” “Well, that was a while ago, and how can I be mad now? In a way, I guess I am flattered. Was it a good one? (grin-wink)” “Oh lord yes! If you remember, I had just gotten home from school when we started to talk that day. After a few minutes, I had to open the front of my jeans and reach inside. You were telling me about how you cleaned yourself up when Mark went to the bathroom when I came. It was all I could to do to say something so you would not get suspicious. Back then, it probably would have totally freaked you out if you knew that.” “Yea, you’re probably right. To be honest, while I have never masturbated while we talked, several times I had gone to bed and done it right after I logged off (blush)” “Oh wow. Let me guess, was one of the times just over a week ago, when I told you about how I let that guy finger me on the bus?” “Uh-huh. I logged off, and laid on my bed and imagined it was me he was doing it to, and that my fingers were his. I came like crazy in just a few minutes.” “I kinda thought so, you left so quickly. Was it good? (giggle)” “Oh yea. I was so wet, I could hardly believe it. I actually came 2 times, the second time was even better. But I had to go and take a fast shower afterwards, because dinner was almost ready.” “Yea, woulda been kinda obvious if you had gone downstairs smelling like sex.” “Well, I know that has happened a few times. On more then one occasion my sister had come into my room right after I finished (or even interrupted me during it). But she has never said anything about it, no more then I would ever say anything from the times I had probably done the same to her.” “Wow, you are so lucky in that area. Your sis is 15, right?” “Yep, 15, and really starting to understand now how to use her body. She has this poor guy at school doing almost anything she wants, saying she will go out with him 'sometime’. I am thinking of having a 'big-sister little-sister’ talk with her to help in that aspect.” “Oh wow, I wish you were my sister! All I have is my older brother. All he ever does is try to look down my blouse, or up my skirt if I am wearing one.” “Uhhh, can we change this please? Sorry, but talking about my sister’s sexuality kinda ruins the mood, if you know what I mean.” “Hmmmm, so you wanna get on with it then sweetie? (leer)” “(blush) That is not exactly what I meant by that…” “Hehehe, I know that, just had to tease you there. Well, I guess I am glad you are not my sister, because I would not be able to do this with you now. And it feels so good.” While I was waiting for her response, I was gently mauling my breasts. I could feel how taunt my nipples were, pressed against my palms through the t-shirt I was wearing. Wow, I am really gonna do this! “Yea, that is true. Whenever I do this, I have to be real careful. If somebody else is here (like now), I make sure I have a scented candle lit, and some music playing on my stereo. A few times in the past, she actually knocked on my door, seeing if I was ok. Strange, since I think that when she started doing it also, those knocks seemed to have stopped.” “I bet, now that she probably does the same thing herself. I am glad I have a room to myself in the attic. It gets hot in the summer and cold in the winter, but one thing I definitely have is privacy.” “Yea. Come to think about it, I think she does the same thing. She has like 8 candles in her room now, and often has the stereo going when she is in her room.” “Ahhh, the horniness of youth! When I was 15, I think I did it more then now if you can believe that! I still find it hard to believe that before last year, you never did this.” “So am I,” I said, realizing that I was sliding my pelvis back and forth against my chair. “But I think I am making up for lost time now!” “No joke sister!” I think her typing is getting slower now. I took advantage of waiting for her response to remove my t-shirt, sighing as I felt the cloth rub against my hyper-sensitive nipples. “"Well, once I discovered how good this felt, I just had to have more. Kinda like driving. Once you start, you never want to give it up.” “Hmm, never thought of it in that way before. How are you doing there Pixie?” “Well, I just removed my t-shirt. But tingly all over.” “Oh wow, you better hurry up then girl! I am starting to go full-throttle here. Kinda getting hard to hold back if you know what I mean (wink)” “Ohhh, really? Maybe I should, hold on a second, am gonna go grab my towel from earlier. If I get any wetter, I am definitely gonna leave a spot on my chair.” I stood up and got the towel from the foot of my bed. It was slightly cool and still damp from my shower earlier, but I didn’t mind. I smoothed it down on the seat of the chair, then pulled my panties down my thighs and let them fall to the floor. Stepping out of them, I sat back down and started to read what Scarlet had sent while I was away. “Yea, you do that. I am already starting to dampen my towel here. I got my legs spread apart, and the middle and index fingers of my right hand are sliding slowly in and out.” Oh wow! I felt a new surge in my depths, reading that. I reached down with my right hand and slowly slid it back and forth, feeling my engorged labia parting slightly under the touch. I lightly shuddered as my fingers grazed across my clit. “Hmmm, you go girl! I just finished getting naked myself, and am starting to caress my pussy here. While I had never thought of it before, this is really exciting Scarlet.” “Oh yes, it is. I had my right thumb caressing my clit, but stopped when I realized how far behind me you were. I want to time it as close to your orgasm as I can. I think it would be best if we can cum at the same time.” “(shudder) I think so too. I just separated my labia with my index and ring fingers, and slid my middle finger inside. It feels so good, feeling how hot and wet I am inside.” “Oh Pixie, I bet it does! You must be real tight too, I bet. How many fingers do you usually use?” “Well, normally I use 1 or 2. Once in a while I manage to get 3 inside, but that is not very often. It still kinda hurts to use that many. I tried 4 once, but it hurt to much, and I actually spotted my panties for a few days after that.” “Well, I guess I got you beat there too. I often have 3 or 4 inside of me by the time I cum. I just feels so good to be full like that. Almost like a short, fat cock is inside of me.” “Scarlet, what does it actually feel like to get fucked? I have never had the nerve to ask anybody that I know what it really feels like, and I wanna know.” “Well sweetie, when the head presses against my vulva, there is a resistance at first. Then the head presses between the lips and against the opening. I spread my legs as wide as I can, and the inner labia part, letting the head slip inside. "I like it when my partner slowly slips into me” she continued. “I feel the head only inside, and my pussy squeezing against just the head. Then the pushing begins. On each thrust in and out, I feel his shaft grow wetter and wetter as I cover it with my own cream. If the guy is nice and slow, it takes 9 or 10 slow thrusts to get all the way in.” I was panting heavily now, imagining the feel of this, a man’s hard penis slowly pushing in and out of myself. I took my middle and ring fingers and slowly pressed the two of them inside. I shuddered, taking 4 or 5 strokes until I was fully impaled on them. I slowly slid them in and out, picking up the speed each time. I finally realized that Scarlet was still talking, so resumed reading as I fucked myself. “I like guys that are not to big. Maybe 6 or 7 inches long, and a between a quarter and half dollar in thickness. I can feel them deep inside of my body, scratching those deep inside places. And long slow strokes like that, I can feel the sensitive opening of my pussy getting rubbed in and out, constant friction that changes direction on each thrust. "And that thickness is just enough to cause my labia to pull away from my clit, and let the shaft rub against it when we fuck. I like it best when the guy presses down hard when he is fully inside me, and I can feel the base of his cock mash against my clit. I can even feel the long pole inside of me, and I push down on it, squeezing it inside of me, letting him know how much I enjoy it. I get so hot, thinking of how I loose myself on those thrusts, each time growing a little faster and more rough.” Oh wow! By now, my fingers were going crazy on my clit, and I knew that an orgasm was imminent. With a shaking hand, I reached up to the keyboard and typed in “Scarlet, how long does it normally take you to cum like this?” “Pixie, you mean doing what I am doing now, or when somebody fucks me?” “Well, I mean when a guy is fucking you.” “Well, that depends on a lot of things. But normally, somewhere between 5-15 minutes. About the same it takes when I am masturbating. But at times like now, 30-45 minutes is more normal. When I masturbate like now with somebody else on-line, I try and drag it out for as long as I can. Right now, I think it is about 30 minutes, but I can cum just about any time. I do not want to rush, because it feels so good. Right now, I have 3 fingers inside of my pussy, thrusting in and out about 2 times a second. My clit is aching to be rubbed, but if I do that I will go off for sure.” “I am getting close now Scarlet. I pulled my fingers out, and am just rubbing my clit now. About 4 times a second though, very fast. Getting harder to type too. I am getting real close now.” “Hmmmm, me too. How long, one minute or so?” I could feel the contractions starting, and I shakily typed “Less I think, maybe 30 seconds.” “Oh Pixie, this is going to be so special! Stop typing now, but do this. Go ahead and type in that you are cumming, but do not hit enter until you start to feel it wash over you. That is normally what I do. This way you can let me know and not distract yourself. OK?” Gee, that makes a lot of sense. “OK Scarlet, Will do that, am so close…” “Oh, I am sure you are baby. Just read now. I am sitting here, the ring middle and index fingers of my right hand thrusting in and out. And the scent of my pussy is filling my room. And you know those wet slapping noises we can make? I am making them now. The cream is literally dripping out of my cunt, and flowing over my ass and onto the towel. I occasionally brush my clit as I slide in and out, and I almost jump each time, is so sensitive.” At this time, I totally lost it. Following her directions, I had entered in 2 words and now hit the enter key, sending them across the internet for her to read. “I’m cumming!” I felt the squeezing begin inside of my tube as I arched my back and thrust harder against my sliding fingers, my orgasm starting at my pussy and nipples simultaneously, rushing up my spine until it hit my brain, exploding in a fountain of pleasure. I realized I was biting my lower lip to keep from moaning out loud as I came, hips bucking and index and middle fingers sliding back inside, trying to drag out my cum. I looked back at the screen, seeing Scarlet’s reaction. “Oh yes Pixie, cum my friend. I am rubbing faster now, my wet fingers on my clit, rubbing as fast as I can. Am almost there, so close, thinking of you cumming also, feeling the same pleasure I am. Oh, here it is, here it is! Oh Pixie, me, too, I’m cumminggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg” “Oh god” was all I could type, as another climax washed over me. I bit my lip to keep from making any noise, and came again. Finally I felt worn out, exhausted, satisfied, and glowing. I think I was out of it for a minute or so. The air in my room smelled strongly of sex, and my fingers were so wet. I took the towel and used it to wipe my hand clean as I read what was on the screen. “Oh god, that was so good Pixie… I can’t remember the last time I came so good. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I have *hugs*” “**hugs** back my friend, and oh yes. I never thought that sharing my orgasm with somebody else, especially another girl, would feel so good. I am still kind of amazed.” “Not freaked out I hope?” “No, not really. In one way, yes. But mostly at myself. I know that this does not make me a lesbian or anything, but now I can’t help but wonder what it would be like if we were actually able to watch each other.” “Well, if you were actually here, I do not think I could resist not touching you at all. I would at least want to hold your hand as we did this. *wink*” “Uh-huh, sure, sure…” “No, seriously Pixie, I would just hold your hand (but I get to choose which hand to hold)” “Oh my god Scarlet, you’re incorrigible! Are you saying that you would actually hold the hand that I have inside of myself?” “Hmmm, uh-huh. What can I say, I love the thought of lying next to you, looking into your sweet innocent face, and feeling your fingers doing such lovely things to yourself. And I bet I could even teach you a few new tricks.” “Oh, I bet you could. I think I should go though… this is kinda starting to go somewhere I am not sure I wanna get into at this time.” “(hugs) Hope I have not offended you my friend.” “(long tight cuddle-hugs) Oh no, not offended, honest Scarlet. But it does make me think… but we can talk about this another time, ok?” “Hmm, you got it. *closing eyes, leaning forward to give you a gentle kiss* Another time…” I am still not sure why I did it, but I found myself sending back to her “Eyes closed also, kissing you back with just a hint of tongue… Another time it is Scarlet.” Before she could have a chance to respond to that, I entered my classic ~~~poof~~~, and logged-off. With the stream of secretions finally stopping, and my upper thighs starting to get chill, I reached down between my legs with the towel to dry off. But the feelings of the rough terrycloth against my labia caused another bolt of electricity to surge between my legs. I barely suppressed a moan as I pulled my hand away, then decided to surrender myself again. “After all,” I thought to myself as I stretched out on my back on my bed, my fingers seeking between my legs again. “After all, I’m only young once.” My blog JimmyB7474 is called Into The Woods (erotica) entertaining stories about a guy named Jimmy. Enjoy. |
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I forgot I needed a comment to get this story out of limbo. So here is my comment, it's worth a read. Jimmy B.  My blog JimmyB7474 is called Into The Woods (erotica) entertaining stories about a guy named Jimmy. Enjoy.
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