Self-pleasure by talkmedown

As much as we try to deny it, we’d be lying if we said we have not had any sexual fantasies. Being young, we tend to get horny and sexually frustrated just thinking about anything that turns us on. And this applies to me too. I don’t know if this is normal but I know one thing for sure, everyone masturbates. At least once in your life even for the most innocent and purest 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 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 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 light taps became harsh as the sounds of my pencil coming in contact with my pussy could be heard in my silent room. TAP! TAP! TAP!

I was beginning to pant slightly at the torture I was doing to myself before I pushed the length of the pencil against my slit through my pajama pants and watched as my puffy folds sandwiched my pencil that can be clearly seen.

I removed my fingers from the pencil slowly and watched as it stayed still in between the folds of my pussy.

Fuck! That’s hot!!

The fact that my brother or stepdad could walk in on me any moment and see me leaning back against my chair with legs spread and a pencil sandwiched in my pussy through my pants turned me on even more. I could feel my inner things get wet and I knew my juices were flowing.

Deciding to tease myself further, I slowly and lightly gave several taps to the head of the pencil with my index finger that was pointing upwards in my direction. The contact made the length of pencil in between my folds slightly vibrate and I let out a harsh breath.

Ever so slowly, I begin to remove the pencil and as I did so, the inner surface of the pencil that was pushed against my pussy reflected against the light, clearly indicating my pussy juice that soaked through my thin pajama pants and stained the pencil while the part of my pants that was pushed in between my folds remained still in between them due to my wetness that was stuck and clung to the fabric.

This simple action made me so horny that I had to clench my fist to prevent myself from touching my pussy directly. Instead, I brought the head of the pencil down to my clit again and slowly begin to rub it in circles.

The small object making tiny circular motions in my clit made my pussy more wet and I brought the pencil down from my clit to my slit and rub the head of the pencil and its length along my slit, adding slight pressure every turn. I could feel my nipples begin to harden and I slowly directed the head of my pencil to my pussy hole. I paused for a moment as I could feel my pussy throbbing underneath my pencil.

I begin to slowly push the head of the pencil in but only a tiny bit, just enough to drive me insane and slowly pulled it out again. I pushed it in again, I felt my pussy juice gush out from my hole which made a soft squishy sound.

I moaned and pulled it out, rubbing my juices all over my hole and my pussy with the head of my pencil. Then, I repeated the light thrusting motions with my pencil and prevented from touching myself with my hands regardless of how much my clit was aching to be rubbed or my boobs to be groped.

I sped up my motions and begin to pant heavily when I felt myself coming close. However I stopped myself and pulled out the head a little and made circular motions at the entrance of my hole. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I brought the pencil back to my clit where I continued circling it until I squeezed my eyes shut when I came hard and felt my now-slightly-wider hole clench and unclench several times, allowing my juices to flow and soak my pants and inner thighs as waves of pleasure rode through me and I had to bite down on my bottom lip to stop myself from moaning out loudly.

I closed my eyes and tried to even out my breathing and waited until my heart calmed down. I swallowed and opened my eyes, looking down at my crotch to see a huge wet stain and I sighed looking at the pencil I held between my fingers that just made me come hard and placed it on the table.

So just like that, my pencil became useful to me in more than just my school work and helped me out whenever I needed a good release up till now. Even when I’m in the middle of my assignments.

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As much as the pencil was of use to me, I still had other sexual fantasies and urges that I’d like to turn into reality and out of the many, I’ve successfully managed to make one of the few happen.

So my neighbor was having his house renovated and there have been construction workers everyday doing their job. The thing is one of the rooms that is being reconstructed is right opposite my room window and every morning when I open my curtains and windows, its them I see.

My windows are a one-way type where I can see the outside but they can’t see me through the window unless my room lights are turned on and its dark outdoors. The conservative part of me hated the fact that they could see me and what I’m doing in my room so I frequently have the windows shut and the curtains closed when I have the lights turned on.

The horny side of me however, has always been curious if there were ever a slight chance they could see me through my window even when my lights are off. Its so mysterious that I could literally see their every movement but they can’t see me at all. And this of course, gave me a chance to explore a fantasy of mine.

I entered my room with a towel wrapped around my body after my morning shower and shut the bathroom door. I had my curtains closed before heading for my shower, knowing that I’d have to get dressed and would be walking around naked in my room. As much as I know for a fact that no one can see me, there’s still a part of me that says ‘what if’ which made me close my curtains everytime.

As obvious as it is, I was feeling extra horny that morning and wanted to touch myself but I wanted to try something new rather than lying down on my bed and playing with myself until I came.

My heart began racing at the idea that popped in my head as I looked at my curtains. I dared myself to take a peek behind the curtains and saw the workers lifting bricks, clearing cement and some just standing and talking through my closed window. I took a deep breath and pulled the curtains apart to their ends and stood there in front of my window with my towel still wrapped around me.

I bit my lip and slowly pulled the towel away from my body, letting it drop loose onto the floor and pooled around my feet.

My heart pounded against my chest as I fully took in the view in front of me of the workers doing their job, completely oblivious to the horny teenage girl right opposite their window that was standing stark naked facing them.

This turned me on at how I could see everyone from this side while they can’t see me.