Busty Solos

Brunette teen fucks herself

I can’t really say this course was more difficult than ‘Big Brothers’,
but I sure did hate all the pop-quizzes. You know the ones I’m talking
about, where you walk around a corner and suddenly four or five guys are
standing there, looking at you as if you just said something bad about
ALL of their mothers. If the female readers of this story think men have
no idea what it’s like to be gang-banged, you’re mistaken! Some of us
have a pretty fair idea of what it must feel like. The best result of
the class ‘Jealous Boyfriends’ was that our family doctor and I became
close friends. I also learned a lot about hospital emergency room
procedures and X-ray machines.
After a particularly hard homework assignment from two jealous guys
and three of their friends one afternoon, I was waiting in the
antiseptic hallway of my new campus; “The Hospital of Forms, Forms, and
More Forms’. As people walked by, I was trying to keep my crotch
covered. Being 14 at the time, I thought everyone wanted to see how big
or small I was down there. Nobody was really sneaking any peaks, but
they kept giving me these funny looks.

With all this new knowledge, I focused my attention on sports and
stopped hitting little girls. I felt thought if someone I was competing
against in a sport hit me, I could justifiably and probably hit them
back without the threat of retaliation from a Big Brother. From the age
of 7 until I turned 16, I ran up against a whole different set of
problems, though. Not to appear boastful, but I was pretty good at
almost every sport I tried out for. I didn’t have any silly dreams of
becoming an All American. I just wanted to be good enough to make
everyone forget about Johnny Unitas, Wilt Chamberlain and Sandy Koufax.
But again, those dreaded girls came out of the woodwork. Thankfully,
they had retired their Mohammed Ali like jabs and, more importantly,
their brothers were chained up in basements, or in jail where they
belonged. The girls now began giving me these strange looks instead of
hitting me, and started to ask me to walk them home from school, like I
was some kind of bodyguard. A few even suggested we do our homework
together. Boy, these frilly little things sure were dumb. I could take
the garbage out at home by myself! I had to be told 8 or 9 dozen times,
but I certainly didn’t need their help doing it. Little did I know all
of their kindness made these girls even more dangerous. To be fair, they
weren’t this way intentionally. Anyway, this was when I enrolled in my
second extracurricular studies; ‘The Disposition of a Jealous
Boyfriend’.

“Sorry to disturb you,” he said, in the most incredibly gentle voice
I’ve ever heard. He sounded for all the world just like someone trying to
lure a strange kitten into coming over to be patted. “I saw what you were
doing from the next car, and I just couldn’t resist coming over to this one
for a better look.”
What can you do when you’re faced with a gentlemanly apology like
that? Especially in New York! I did the ladylike thing. “Why don’t you
have a seat?” I said, pointing to the seat beyond my feet. Since I was
sitting sideways, that seat was maybe five feet from my head, no more than
two feet beyond the tips of my toes, directly in line with my pussy; sort
of the pornographic equivalent of first row seats right behind the goal at
a hockey game. “Perhaps you’d like to open your pants and do likewise?”
“Thanks. I think I will,” he said, with a sudden smile.
The train was pulling out of the 79th Street station as he settled
himself in the seat and opened his fly. He winced a couple of times as he
worked his rock-solid cock out of the opening. They aren’t the most
maneuverable things, are they? Especially when you’ve got those silly
jockeys to deal with.
“Very nice,” I told him, quite honestly, when he had it out and
comfortably nestled in his hand. As he began to stroke it up and down, I
resumed finger-fucking myself, thinking how silly I must have looked,
carrying on a conversation on the subway, with a complete stranger, all the
while with a finger deep in my pussy. After a minute or two, I switched to
a masturbation style better suited to showing off, spreading my pussy lips
open with my left hand, and rubbing my clit with the fingertips of my
right.
“Yours is very nice too,” he said, his hand moving faster on his
shaft. “You don’t suppose we could…” His voice trailed off, as he tried
to think of a good way to suggest that we stop fooling around with this
masturbation stuff, and start fucking.

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As soon as the doors closed, I turned sideways in the seat again,
putting my back towards the guy at the other end of the car, lifted the
front of my skirt to my waist, and buried a finger in my pussy. Ahhh,
heaven. My eyes closed involuntarily as I began to slide the finger in and
out, rubbing the palm of my hand across my clit. I was rapidly approaching
orgasm, when something made me open my eyes. A man was standing in the
aisle about ten feet away, his eyes riveted on my crotch, the bulge in his
pants clearly showing just what he thought of my little show.
I froze, my on-coming cum evaporating. Not that I have any objections
to showing off, quite the contrary, in fact. It was just the
unexpectedness of it; thinking I was alone, and then discovering I had an
audience. Seeing that I had stopped, he looked up from my pussy and our
eyes met. Neither of us even breathed for several seconds, until, finally,
he broke the silence.

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When the boat got back to the dock, we were pretty much partied out,
and I, at least, was frozen stiff. We all went our separate ways, which
for Gary and me meant heading straight for the uptown number 1 train. It
turned out that he was frozen too, so once the train showed up we decided
to try a little hypothermia treatment. We had one of the sideways sets of
seats next to the car door to ourselves — in fact we damn near had the car
to ourselves. He sat down right next to the barrier between the seats and
the door, and I sat in his lap, with his coat buttoned around both of us.
Once I started to warm up a bit, I realized that Gary’s lap was not
the most comfortable place I’d ever sat — somehow you never realize just
how bony someone’s legs are until you sit on them — and I started to
squirm around, trying to find a position that didn’t include a bone poking
me. Not surprisingly, this had something of an effect on him. I suppose
you could say that I warmed him up a bit. The net result, though, was to
make his lap even worse as a chair. If he wasn’t poking me, I was
squashing him, and all-in-all, I think we were both a bit relieved that
Gary had to get off the train at Times Square and head for the E out to
Queens.
Losing my butt-warmer did have a few advantages besides easing my
seat. Most notably, I could sit sideways on the seats, lean my back up
against the barrier, and try to make my knees a little more comfortable by
straightening them out in front of me. On the other hand, I did miss the
warmth he had been providing, so I did what any normal person would do: I
pulled my arms out of the sleeves of my jacket and hugged myself inside it.
By 50th Street I was warm enough to realize how frustrated I had been with
a hard cock against my ass and no time or opportunity to do anything about
it.
Without even thinking about it, I reached down, slipping my hand
inside the waistband of my skirt, and began to rub my pussy through my
panties. I was already wet, and after just a moment or so of rubbing, I
knew that wasn’t going to be enough. I was about to slip my hand into my
panties, figuring to get a finger or two into my pussy, when I realized
where I was. I took a quick look around, and was a little surprised to see
that there was only one other person in the car: a guy sitting all the way
down at the far end, his nose buried in a book. I only hesitated a second
before I lifted my butt and slipped my panties off. I had my arms back
into the sleeves of my jacket, my feet on the floor, and my panties in my
jacket pocket seconds before the train stopped at 59th.

I turned on my side and placed my head upon the carpet, I
turned to query the mirror with one final gaze. I again saw
myself as glorious. I had never experienced anything like
this before, nor had I ever dreamed of anything similar. I
had felt my total womanhood . . . more importantly, I had
seen her.

I raised and crossed the hazy room once more. I pulled back
the covers and slid into bed and fell into a deep slumber.

The storm had ended…inside and out.

I turned on my side and placed my head upon the carpet, I
turned to query the mirror with one final gaze. I again saw
myself as glorious. I had never experienced anything like
this before, nor had I ever dreamed of anything similar. I
had felt my total womanhood . . . more importantly, I had
seen her.

I raised and crossed the hazy room once more. I pulled back
the covers and slid into bed and fell into a deep slumber.

The storm had ended…inside and out.

My pace quickened, and my long, hard thrusts turned to
short, violent ones. I flicked a finger quickly on my
clitoris as the others pumped me faster. My head fell back,
I let out deep sighs of pleasure . . . I knew that I was
there.

My whole body began to contract and my movements were tense.
Sensations rippled through my body in immense waves as I
plunged my fingers deep into my vagina and massaged my
clitoris with extreme pressure. My juices gushed onto my
fingers and hands in colossal volume. I continued gliding
my fingers in and out, steadily decreasing speed and force.
I felt total release as if all was drained from within me,
my body contracted once more dropping me to the floor.

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I began to grind rhythmically against my fingers, I pumped
them harder and faster as I began to moan in a low whisper.
My essence was flowing freely so my fingers glided easily, I
watched my image in the mirror and began to increase my
trusts. I pushed harder against my hand as I watched my
lips spread and contract. I used my other hand to steadily
massage my clitoris, only to increase my stimulation
tenfold. I felt and watched as my body began to
involuntarily convulse, the ritual that would bring me full
climax.
I pulled my fingers out of my vagina and rubbed the thick
juices over my entire vaginal area, then I re-inserted them.
I spread my lips with my other hand and caressed them
gently, rubbing the juices into them. I watched my fingers
slide in and out of my vagina in the mirror. I watched my
mouth open and my tongue spread fiery saliva across my lips.

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I watched myself as I was doing this and revelled in the
release of my stress. I felt a sense of security knowing
that I could be in control of at least one thing in my
life…the way I made love to myself. My sensations and
confidence allowed me to become totally uninhibited,
exploring my body and my total sexuality.

I abandoned my thoughts and moved my hands down to my
vagina, curiously watching the mirror to see what I would do
next. I glided a finger to the opening of my tunnel and
felt my warm juices oozing. I slid my finger inside me and
began to explore the inner walls of my pleasure center.
I entered another finger and watched myself glide them in
and out, in and out.

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I began to move slowly back and forth as I watched my
nipples graze the textile. It was a wondrous sensation as I
again felt them become fully erect. I felt a drop of my
essence roll down my inner thigh. I raised to face my
mirrored image, relishing my sexual glory, I sat with my
legs spread apart, resting my buttocks on the heels of my
feet.

I watched enthralled as I raised hands to my breasts, again
with my thumb and fore-finger, I rolled the nipples, they
tingled with extraordinary pleasure. I pulled them outward
and increased the applied pressure, I raised them upward and
exposed the ivory skin beneath. I pulled and tugged at them
until I could stand no more. I placed both hands onto them
and began to squeeze and massage all of their area.

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I spread my legs slightly apart as I began to massage my
clitoris, pressing it between my fore and middle fingers.
The motion increased my secretions much to my pleasure, and
I began to press delicately, nurturing it until I felt it
begin to swell.

I saw myself as a glorious vision of loveliness as I began
my decent to the carpet. Now on my hands and knees, I
turned sideways seeing my breasts hang down, greeting their
new environment with utter elegance and grace. I raised my
feet above my buttocks, supported only by my hands and
knees. I lowered my bosom enabling me to massage them on the
soft, yet scruffy carpet.

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I tugged gently at the ribbon until the bow came untied, the
corner of the panty fell down exposing the skin just to the
side of my vagina. My stare into the mirror had become
fixed as I stroked the skin with my littlest finger. I
watched myself convince my other hand to render the other
bow unsecured, allowing the light panties to dropped to the
floor beneath me.

I looked down to see the wisps of golden hair that was no
longer compressed by the panties. I watched in the mirror
as I guided my fingers, gently placing them over my vagina,
the warmth comforted me as my forefinger slipped down to
where my vaginal lips began to part. I felt the moistness
that I had anticipated, the heady sensations that arose
intoxicated me, and my legs began to quiver with bliss.

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My wife, Deborah, often tells me “bedtime stories” of her sexual
adventures. Some of them I know are true, either because I was there, or
because she has corroborative evidence. Some of them, I’m sure, are
fictional. Others, I’m just not sure about.
I don’t know about the truth of this one. It sounds like the kind of
thing she’d do if she were in the right mood, but since I wasn’t there, I
can’t vouch for it.
If you’ve ever heard anything about the New York subways, you probably
think you know what they’re like. Noisy, obnoxious, and crowded. Most of
the time that’s true, but as any New Yorker will tell you — once you get
past his pride in living in the least livable city in the country — that
some trains can be practically empty if you pick the right times and
routes. Many evenings, around 10 or 11, even the busiest routes start
emptying out, and by midnight it’s sometimes possible to have a car to
yourself.