Hi! My name is Shame Ying, my brother boasted that he wants to present a masterpiece to you all, I am afraid that he will make a fool of himself and can’t get off the stage, so I will present a skit to thank you all for your anticipation. In case my brother can’t get off the stage and you all want to scold him, please think of my little sister’s kindness first and leave me a little bit of mercy, okay? Huh?
On my seventeenth birthday, I was very happy because my boyfriends gave me a lot of gifts at the birthday party that was thrown in my honor at the hotel. To show that I treated them all equally and was never biased, I decided to go home by myself after the party and refused all offers to take me back.
I live by myself. My mom and dad divorced a long time ago, and they are now each with their own end of the family. I was a burden to them. Although Dad said he wanted me to live in his house, I didn’t bother to learn the ways of my so-called stepmother. Mom’s side, I can’t stand that old man’s lustful gaze at me, and twice he even intentionally took advantage of the fact that no one could see him, and used his crotch to touch my ass, I could feel that hard thing grinding vigorously along my ass groove. I’m going to live there, it won’t be long before I’ll be reduced to an object of his lust, fulfilling his fantasies about young girls.
When I got back to where I was staying, the phone was ringing off the hook, all asking me to go out on a late night bender, and I was playing tricks with them while I opened my presents and went through them one by one. I separated the gifts, valuable chains, watches, bracelets is a pile, birthday cards, flowers and a pile, supplies and a pile. There was a Polaroid camera and a battery operated massager…that was shaped like…like a bad thing that men use to bully girls with. Bully a girl with a bad thing.
My excitement came, that thing, haven’t tried it yet, heard Tingting’s dead friend Mei Mei said it, said it was amazing. But Mei Mei seems to be gay? Could it be that this stuff is from her? Whatever, I’m home alone anyway, so why not have some fun with it and see if it can give me some enjoyment of my own? And that camera…
I hurriedly put the phone on hold and began to undress.
I removed all the clothes from my body and walked around naked…the curtains were left open, on purpose, so that I could feel that conflicting excitement of being afraid of letting someone see and hoping that someone was peeking.
After going back and forth like that a few times, I decided to try that baby out and take a few pictures for my own entertainment. I found a couple pillows and threw them on the couch. Then I propped the camera up on a tripod stand and set the camera’s delayed shutter. Like a little white rabbit, I hopped up on the couch, embraced the pillows, and giggled at the camera until the flash went off.
I tried a few shots in a row until I got familiar with the usage and got the angles right, then I started trying some really interesting poses. I knelt on the couch and positioned the pillow between my legs as if I were riding a horse. Then I grabbed the pillow and moved my body forward and backward, letting the soft pillow fondle my naked bottom. It didn’t take long for my pussy to start getting wet, and the familiar love-hate sensation, from my pussy, hit my nerves and my whole body heated up. I hurriedly took two more pictures, and then I wasn’t interested in taking any more.
Now that the pillow wasn’t helping, I lay back and slowly slid my fingers to my pussy between my legs. Several images of handsome men flew through my mind as I tried to choose one of them as the object of my masturbatory fantasies.
When I masturbate, I like to fantasize. In the fantasy world, I am allowed to have coitus with different men. In the real world, I always like a man to be gentle and considerate to me, taking care of me in every possible way. But when I masturbate, it’s colorful, sometimes I fantasize that Prince Charming is gently caressing me, sometimes I imagine myself being roughly raped by a street beggar.
Suddenly I remembered what had happened this morning, and my eroticism blazed steeply. I picked up the vibrator and turned it on. It pulsed slightly, and I placed it on my sensitive spot, testing it gently.
This morning, like every ignorant girl in town, I flocked to McDonald’s to trade in my Snoopy. It was crowded, but not too bad. Most of them were girls, but there were also boys, and I was standing next to a 15 or 16 year old boy. At first I didn’t pay much attention to him, but slowly, because of the unique sensitivity of teenage girls, I realized that he was secretly watching me, with a head of naturally curly hair and a good-looking face. As our eyes met each other, I noticed a flush of red meat on his face. It was the trapped wince that piqued my interest, and with it my boldness grew as my body moved closer to his, intentionally or unintentionally. I felt his whole body stiffen as my breasts mooched against his arm. Then my body moved away from him, yet still in a very close position next to him, and I admitted that I was seducing him, asking him to molest me of his own accord. Sure enough, it didn’t take long for his body to press up against me, and I sensed that he was very tense, ready to run away at the first sign of trouble. I didn’t seem to notice at all, but my body took advantage of the crowd to naturally turn sideways and my lower body touched his thigh.
As I coaxed him to turn his body around, I felt his organ squeezing against my lower back. I was having fun, but not really sexually aroused, until the word came out that we were almost done with Snoopy, and the guys behind us started to come up. It was only when he and I were face to face that I got really turned on.
We were oblivious to everything that was going on around us, and after a while, I felt him about to cum, and I backed away a little hesitantly, but he pressed himself against me regardless, and our lower bodies were once again pressed against each other. I felt his erection as he ejaculated, one after the other. He was leaking sperm into his own pants. After ten seconds or so, he gave me a somewhat guilty look and hurriedly pushed his way through the crowd and ran to the restroom.
I finally got Snoopy back. The teenager had always been a stranger to me, but that’s what I really enjoyed, being unattached, like the objects of my sexual fantasies, I didn’t have to worry about being stalked by them.
My body curved and twisted with excitement and tension, and that thing was really on top. With one warbling after another, I felt it getting wet down there, and finally I slid and slid it deep into my pussy. My hands rubbed my breasts gently as the wariness traveled through my body. I had an easy orgasm.
I was feeling very hot now, and I took the vibrator out, tossed it over the side, and walked to the bathroom. I lay flat on my back in the tub and turned the faucet as far as it would go. My hands gently caressed my smooth, delicate skin. The fresh water clattered over my body, caressing my breasts and the middle of my legs like the light caress of an unknown, unfamiliar lover. I closed my eyes and fantasized, the teenager had been cast from my mind, and somewhat strangely, I wasn’t thinking about my pile of boyfriends either. What floated to the forefront of my mind was the handsome boy who had appeared in my dreams several times before, if at all. Every time I dreamed of him, I woke up with a melancholy feeling. I enjoy every dream with him. Maybe he was the one in my life? Aroused again, I began to fondle my breasts in earnest, and with my other hand I slowly slid between my legs, one of my fingers slipping into my pussy. I slowly, gently masturbated myself. I moaned softly, my hand speeding up its movements slightly as I stubbornly kept thinking about that dream lover, my Prince Charming. In my fantasy, he held me close, and I clung to his broad chest like a bird. He kept on giving to me, offering his male organ. I was also enjoying myself while giving him pleasure as well. I had an orgasm in the water.
I continued to lay back in the tub, letting the orgasmic sensations slowly recede. Then toweled myself dry. Back in my room, still naked, I put on a little music and then admired the pictures I had just taken. Eventually I managed to pick up the vibrator again and lay down on the bed.
This time I was fantasizing about being raped. The masked tall guy, roughly split my white lotus root-like thighs, regardless of my bottom is still dry (in fact, I’m there now very wet), sauce hammer like a big cock, rampage pounded in, I was afraid of struggling, but how can I get out of it! In the end, I defiantly tore off his mask, but it turned out to be my school director, the lewd guy.
I was writhing and moaning loudly on the bed. I was now in complete control of the vibrator. I found that when I gently pressed the vibrator to a certain spot on my pussy, (actually near my pussy core) my orgasms could come one after the other.
After the intense arousal, my whole body was paralyzed and I didn’t want to move. Although I knew I could still get another orgasm with that baby, my strength was spent. I let the excitement slowly recede. I pulled out the vibrator that was stuck in my pussy, turned it off, and set it aside.
I fell into a contented sleep as a cool, light breeze blew in through the open window, caressing my naked, milky skin. In a haze, I felt that sleeping like this would provoke the prying eyes of horny men, but I finally just didn’t care so much, after all, I didn’t have much to lose by letting them feast their eyes on me, did I?