I was so happy to get all the nice mail about Melly's and my adventure
with her new strap-on. I was asked to send in some more of my stories so
I thought I would start at the beginning.
I am Genny
I was always a very sensual kid. My mom tells me that when I was very
young I would rub myself on her leg when I sat on her lap to get a story
read, and when I was a little older there was a hand rail for the
stairway that was just crotch high I remember spending long minutes on
the old wall phone talking with my girl friends and lazily rubbing my
little puss against it. I discovered the joys of a vibrating washing
machine early and still volunteer to do the laundry. I started
masturbating when I was 12 I had heard some of the girls in school
talking about it and I was very interested. I asked my sister Janet about
it and she gave me the basics. I started out slow but by the time i was
13 I was hooked. I masturbated almost every day (still do).
By the time I was 14 I had a number of favorite fantasies. I would
picture lovers and all the nice things they would do to me. I never
really put a face on these lovers or for that matter even a sex. I just
yearned for someone to touch and excite me.
My sister Janet had a girlfriend named Ann. They were both 16 and my
heroes. Both were very pretty and very popular in school. My sister was
dark haired and Ann was a natural blonde. They were the two stars of the
softball team, and I never missed one of their games (following around
softball players is a happy habit I still have today). Ann was always at
our house. After school she was there eating and after practice she was
there to shower before they went out. On weekends she was either staying
at our house or Janet was staying at hers.
One Friday night our folks were out and my older brother was still at
college. Ann and Janet were in Janet's room talking when I came in to see
what was going on. Janet took one look at me and said "Get out squirt
we're talking."
I just stood defiantly in the door way and Ann said "No Jan. Let her
stay. She is old enough for this." I took another little step in the
room and my sister just hunched her shoulders as if to say it was ok.
They went back to their conversation. They were talking about boys and
pretty soon they forgot about me curled up listening in the big chair.
They were telling gossip about who was doing what with whom. Ann asked
Janet about a boy she had dated the weekend before. Janet laughed and
started telling about how they had gone out to the edge of town and
parked. This sounded like the stuff I wanted to hear. I picked up a
pillow and put it across my lap. I slipped my hand under the pillow and
just laid it across my sex. Janet started describing how they were making
out. She said the the boy kept trying to touch her. I was surprised to
hear her tell Ann that she had let him slip his hand up under her shirt
and touch her breasts. She said he was getting really excited, and kept
trying to get his other hand into her pants. She kept stopping him and
telling him no. Ann kept giggling and calling my sister a tease. Janet
said that after a little while he gave up on getting into her pants and he
took her hand and put it on his dick, outside of his pants. They kept
making out and he was moaning like he was dying. Janet took her hand off
of him and they kept kissing. She then heard his zipper go down and she
looked down to see him take out his dick.
Now I was really interested. My fingers had crept around the band of my panties and I was gently rubbing myself while listening to the story. Janet said the boy (Tom) then took
her hand and put it back on his dick. Janet said this was the first one
she had ever really touched. She said it was very hard yet soft at the
same time, and she said it felt really hot. Tom held her hand and started
to stroke it up and down. After only a minute he let go of her hand and
she gave him a couple of more strokes on her own. That was all it took
for Tom. Janet said he started shaking and gasping and then shot his cum
out all over the dash and steering wheel of his car. Ann said "Isn't that
just the way, a couple of strokes and they squirt all over." We all
started laughing but i think I was the only one that didn't get the joke.
Then Ann started talking about a boy that lived down the street. I knew
this guy. He always seemed like a nice fella, played all the sports. Ann
was telling us that He had stopped by one night when her parents were out
and she was alone. They were on the couch and they started making out.
Ann was describing him laying on top of her while they were kissing and
how excited she was getting. He pulled up her top and she let him feel
her tits. She said that she could feel his lump rubbing against her leg
and she let him slip his hand up her skirt and touch her pussy. The air
in our room was getting thick with our own excitement. Janet broke the
mood by throwing a small pillow at Ann and saying "You are such a slut."
Ann just laughed and said "Better a slut than a horny virgin like some".
The both broke out in giggles. Janet looked over at me and my eyes must
of been glazed over. She said "Ok I think you have heard enough. It is
time for you to go to bed".
Hiding behind the pillow I slipped my finger tips out of my little puss
and shakily got to my feet. With out even saying g'night I staggered out
of Janet's room and down the hall to mine. As soon as I cleared the door
my fingers were back in my panties. I flopped down on my bed and closed
my eyes. I was picturing what Ann had described. Kissing, and touching,
and someone laying on top of her. In my fantasy I could see Ann laying
there but it was not the boy that was on top of her. It was me. It only
took me a minute and I was cumming as hard as I ever had in my short
life. I fell asleep with my hand deep in my panties and Ann in my dreams.
A few days later I hurried home after school. I knew I was going to be
the only one home and I was planning on playing with myself till my
hearts content. I came in and dropped my books on the table. I ran up
stairs and changed into a tee shirt and shorts. I was just going to get a
little snack and then go back up to my room when I heard someone coming
up the drive. I looked out and it was Ann. She came up to the back door
and knocked. As soon as she seen me heading down the hall towards her she
opened the door and came in. "Janet is not here Ann"
"She's not? Where is she?"
"She had some study thing for her math class."
Ann kept right on coming and was now well in the house.
"Oh yea. I forgot. What are you doing?"
"Nothing. Just got home"
Ann looked at me and gave me a nice smile. "Maybe I will stay awhile and
see if she gets home early."
I just shrugged and sat on the end of the couch. Ann sat on the chair
across from me and we talked about school stuff. After a few minutes the
conversation dried up and I could feel her looking at me. I glanced up at
her and said "What?
Ann smiled again and said "Did you like my story the other night?'
I felt my face redden. "What story?"
Ann leaned in a little towards me. "The one about me and Jerry on the
couch"
I was trying desperately to be cool. "Yea that was ok."
"Did it get you hot?"
Now I was confused. "No. It was just ok."
"Liar! I know what you did in your room. I followed you out into the
hall and I could see you in your room playing with yourself."
Now I was caught. My eyes were on the floor. My face burning up. Ann
moved over to sit next to me on the couch. She was close enough for me to
feel the heat coming off of her. "It's all right you know. If sexy
stories make you feel like that, It's ok.