4 comments/ 40274 views/ 8 favorites My Nerd By: Clohi Before I tell you the details, let me tell you about myself. I’m 5’7” and the important measurement everyone is always so concerned out is a 42DD bra size, and it’s all breast. To say the least, I’m curvy, but in all the right places. I’ve been called statuesque and would be model material if my chest wasn’t so large. I wear my dark brown hair long, which sets off my light skin and blue eyes. Getting men has never been a problem. It’s getting the type of men I’m interested in that’s usually the problem. You see, I like nerds. From the earliest I can remember, I’ve always been attracted to intelligent men. The type of men who are considered computer nerds, geeks. There’s just something about the stereotypical idea of the pocket protector, too short pants, tape around the glasses, that just gets me going. I mean hot, really hot. I love knowing that underneath all that awkwardness is genius, sheer unadulterated brains. Makes me so wet just thinking about it. My preoccupation with nerds has given me quite a few interesting and enjoyable experiences. In high school, there wasn’t one nerd that ended his senior year a virgin. College wasn’t much different. Everyone was happy and content. To be around more of my type of men, I became a computer analyst for a large firm in LA. I’m constantly being hit on by all the men in the office. It wouldn’t be so bad except I don’t go for the typical business man look, or the athletic jock, or even the older rich man. It would be much easier if I did. Where this story starts is last week, at work.... It was early, not too many people around. That’s when I prefer to get in and get started. The fewer distractions the better as far as I’m concerned. It was warm in the office and I’d already slipped off my suit jacket and opened the first two buttons of my silk blouse. My shoe was hanging from my toes as I bounced my crossed leg as I worked. I heard the elevator doors and didn’t look up. It was nearing 8:00 and everyone was starting to get to work. After about an hour, I looked up, stretching my neck and happened to see the elevator doors open again. My eyes blinked. My boss was coming out of the elevator and had the most incredible man with him. He was shorter than my boss, probably around 5’2”. His hair was blond and not very stylish. His suit was a little outdated and his glasses were sliding off his nose. He was undeniably perfect. I watched out of the corner of my eye as my boss led him to a desk on the other side of the room. He was the new programmer and was, without a doubt, a nerd. I felt my pulse race, my body temperature rise and my breathing get quick. I tried to concentrate on my work but found my eyes wandering over to him. I didn’t even know his name but I knew I had to have him. It was just a matter of when. At lunch time, I rose and walked by his desk, smiling. He looked up at me and I got the normal reaction. His eyes glazed over, his mouth hung open and he stuttered a hello. I walked by, swishing my ass from side to side, knowing that my short, tight skirt was making his processor run hard and quick. I went into the ladies room and looked around. No one there. I had to get some relief from my hormones. I was so worked up that when I’d been typing up a report, I’d actually typed in “hard cock pounding my pussy.” I went into the nearest stall and leaned against the door. Setting my leg up on the rim of the toilet, I lifted my skirt up. Slipping my hands down between my legs, I worked my fingers over my panties. They were soaking wet. I closed my eyes, picturing in my head my new little obsession. As my finger slipped inside my panties to rub against my engorged lips, I envisioned myself riding my nerd’s cock. Sliding my the tip of my finger in and out of my tight little pussy, I imagined bracing my hands on either side of his head and lifted my pussy up and down on his rod. Pushing my finger up to my knuckle, I twisted and turned it. I was stifling a moan as my finger moved faster and faster. My imagination took off as I saw myself riding my nerd’s cock hard and fast. My pussy tightened and I came hard on my finger. I bit my lip suppressing my moan. Sliding my finger out, I brought it to my mouth and sucked it clean. My orgasm wasn’t really what I had wanted but it would have to do. Slipping out of the stall, I cleaned up and returned to my desk, making sure to go by his desk again. As the afternoon wore on, I found myself getting all worked up again. I looked over at him and watched him hunched over his computer, his fingers working quickly and efficiently. His mind racing, his fingers trying to keep up. I imagined his fingers on me, working just as quickly and efficiently. I felt my pussy gush. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, my nerd got up from his desk and walked around the corner. Without another thought, I got up and followed him. He walked down the hallway and into the computer room. I followed him. No one else was around. I closed and locked the door behind me. Walking slowly up to him, I felt my anticipation building. He turned around, surprised and unsure. I introduced myself and he stuttered out that his name was Howie. “Are you having a good first day, Howie?” I asked, moving closer to him. I had a good six inches over him and was using it to my full advantage. After taking a gulp of air, he managed to stutter out, “Umm... y...yes.” I found him looking quickly at my chest, which was eye level for him and then back up to my face. “I’m so glad you are. I think, Howie, your day is about to get even better. Do you know why, Howie?” He shook his head, “N...no. W... Why?” I put my hands on his chest and pushed him gently back against the server behind him. “Because, Howie, I’m obsessed with nerds, and you’re a nerd. Do you know what I’m going to do now, Howie?” As I slowly slithered down his body, he shook his head. Sweat was beading on his brow. I could feel his heartbeat racing. I was incredibly aroused. It’s always like this. “Well, Howie, I’m going to find out how big of a hard drive you have and then I’m going to suck it.” My hands closed in on his belt buckle. I slowly undid it and then undid his pants. Howie was breathing quickly. A bulge had started in his pants and I was anxious to get at it. I’ve found that most nerds have the biggest cocks, must be something about big brains, and Howie didn’t disappoint me. As I wrapped my hand around his cock in his pants and pulled it out, Howie moaned. His cock was thick and short but mmm, it looked good. He was already getting hard. I wrapped one hand around the base and pulled up. Using both hands, I moved them up and down, twisting in opposite directions. He was getting harder by the second and longer by the twist. My pussy was on fire, wanting this nerd’s cock. But not yet. I kept stroking him, pulling on his rod. Howie was watching me, his forehead sweating, his breathing fast. The computers and servers around us hummed and whined. I felt a shock of arousal like nothing before. When I’d gotten him hard enough, keeping both hands wrapped around him, I leaned forward and brought the tip of his cock to my lips. Howie’s knees buckled and he caught himself before he fell. I pushed my mouth down his rigid tip, sucking hard and slow. I moaned with contentment as I twisted and pulled his cock with my mouth. Howie was moaning, instinctively pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. I sucked harder and faster. Slipping him from my mouth, I held him up, wrapping my hand around his tip, and then I licked the underside of his cock. He moaned again. My lips closed around his balls and I sucked as my hand squeezed his head. Taking his cock back in my mouth, I sucked harder again. Howie was thrusting his cock into my mouth now. I pushed him all the way in and felt his cock on the back of my throat. He was pulsing, throbbing. I sucked again and I tasted his first drop of cum. Wrapping my hand around him, I bounced him against my tongue, then I looked up at him, “Cum in my mouth, Howie. Shoot your cum down my throat.” I wrapped my lips around him again, sucked and then heard Howie grunt. His cock exploded, filling my mouth with his warm cream. I sucked, swallowing down every last drop of his brain juice. He tasted so good. When he was done, I sucked him clean, then tucked him back in his pants. Standing up, I kissed his lips and then smiled. “Stay late tonight, Howie, and I’ll show you another program you can run.” I walked out, licking my lips, leaving him standing against the server. I felt hot, wet and aroused. Sitting back at my desk, I somehow managed to focus on my work. Howie returned to his desk about 15 minutes later, his legs barely holding him up. He looked over at me, I smiled and he turned back around to work. His fingers weren’t moving quite so fast this time. As the day wore on, I found myself anticipating later. I wondered if Howie would stay late or not. As everyone started to leave, Howie stayed. My body was on fire again. After the last person had left, I slowly got up from my desk and walked over to Howie. Sitting on the edge of his desk, I lifted one leg up to rest of the edge of his chair. My skirt fell open, revealing my wet panties. “Do you want me to show you another program, Howie? Did you enjoy our little interaction earlier?” He stuttered out another couple of yes responses. I slipped off the desk and leaned over his lap. His cock was already hard in his pants. I slowly undid his pants again and moaned when I saw him again. He was hard and ready. I leaned down and took him in my mouth again. Howie moaned and grabbed the arms of his chair as my mouth slid down his length. Finally, I stood in front of him again. Reaching behind me, I unhooked my skirt and let it fall to the ground. Howie’s eyes shot to my panties. His forehead was sweating again. Slowly, I hooked my fingers in my panties and pulled them down. Stepping out of them, I set them on Howie’s desk. My pussy was bare and wet. I told Howie to stand up. As he did, I slid his pants down. I pushed him back to lay across his empty desk. His cock was standing straight up, throbbing. Crawling up on the desk, I straddled him. Wrapping my hand around his cock, I slowly guided his pulsing member to my pussy. I moaned as the tip pushed inside me, opening me. Howie moaned and pushed up. Sliding myself down, I finally felt his full length. I ground my hips back and forth a couple of times, rocking on his cock. Leaning over, I braced myself above him and let my hair fall down around his face. I pushed myself up and down on his cock, nearly letting him pop all the way out and then sliding my pussy back down. He was so thick. His moaning and breathing were getting harder. I pushed myself back up, sitting astride him, his cock buried deep inside me. I unbuttoned my blouse and unhooked the front clasp of my bra. My breasts bounced free. Leaning over him again, I swung my massive melons in his face. Holding one to his mouth, I told him to open wide and suck my nipple. He did and I moaned. His mouth was warm and eager. I pushed down on his cock harder. As he sucked my tits, moving his mouth from one to the other, I bounced faster and faster on his cock. His desk creaked underneath us and I fucked him harder. His cock was getting harder inside me and I knew I was close. I took his hand and moved his finger down between us, rubbing his finger tip across my clit. I moaned, leaning back and tossing my head as my orgasm erupted through me. I rode him wild and hard, thrusting myself down on his rod. Howie moaned and pushed up, his cock exploding inside me. Jumping off him, I lowered my mouth to his spewing cock and sucked him empty. Howie laid on his desk, his wet cock limp between his legs. I grabbed my skirt, slipping it on. I hooked my bra and buttoned my blouse. Grabbing my panties on his desk, I dropped them over his groin and leaned over to kiss his lips. “Howie, in case you haven’t noticed, I find nerds incredibly erotic. I’m probably going to fuck you again tomorrow. Keep my panties and think of me tonight.” I stroked his cock and then walked away. When I entered the elevator, Howie was still laying half naked on his desk. And the smile on his face was priceless. My Nerdy Date with Myself :) *********************************** This story deals with the subject of female masturbation. If that bothers your sensibilities whether they be moral or religious I suggest that you read something else. This is a lighthearted story about self love :) *********************************** I like to keep busy that's something that's in my nature. Ever since I was small I had trouble just sitting still and letting time pass, it just wasn't in me. After my daughter, Lisa, was born I took it upon myself to take extended maternity leave. I had always felt bad about going back to work very soon after my son, Justin, was born. That was a long time ago when I was just twenty 23 and trying to get established in my first year as a full time employee. I was a familiar face at the lab I worked at because I was bridged in from my time working there in university. I still felt guilty for being pregnant when they agreed to hire me. Six years later when our daughter was born I didn't have the same reservations so I decided to take my time. I had two years of time off but I wasn't sure exactly how to spend it. I didn't put on that much weight with the pregnancy but that was still one of the things in the front of my mind. Another was being there when my son left and came home from school, I felt bad that he got so used to care givers over the years and wanted to be there. I also spent time doing my Masters when he was small so I felt like I wanted more time at home. Thirdly of course, I wanted to use the time to bond with my daughter. The only thing that I had to fight was the boredom. I often found myself leaving the TV on with no volume as I listened to music, it gave me the mental feeling that somebody else was in the room. My daughter slept a lot and even when she was up it's not like socializing with adults. One can only baby talk so much without any replies before they start to feel isolated. I also had my exercise, I mostly like to get out of the house to do this but since the home was now my castle I found some yoga videos on the recommendation of a friend. I didn't have too much trouble doing the stretches given that I had a background in dancing that I took very seriously growing up. In any event I didn't enjoy it all that much but it gave me something to do. To burn extra calories we bought an exercise bike and that got some serious mileage over the two years. I stopped breast-feeding at six months so I was able to cut my calories down safely and I was able to lose the baby tummy pretty quickly. I was only 30 years old so I felt that I was able to control my body without too much strain. My hips took another shot in the widening department but I really liked how that looked, they flowed rather naturally with my butt and gave me a nice womanly look. The other result of losing the weight and switching to the bottle was that my boobs shrunk to their normal size which is somewhere between an A and a B cup. I didn't mind that really as I felt like I was flopping a bit when they got bigger. I like to have my hair long and have never had it shorter than my shoulders; my hair is brown and curls when it gets past my shoulders. My husband sometimes likes it if I straighten it but I like my little curls at the bottom. I was wearing my glasses more in those days too. I liked to wear contracts but I admit I wore them because I felt like I got more looks from men; sort of an ego thing. Just being at home I mostly choose comfort over confidence. In the times when I would go to the store or somewhere public I would still sometimes wear my contact lens. Even if I was secluded at home most of the time I still took the care to groom carefully. My husband likes it if I shave down there but I find it uncomfortable so I compromise and keep it neat and trimmed. The other thing that changed during my pregnancy that probably isn't as obvious to most people were my hormone levels. I was feeling horny all the time, much more than I ever did or during my first pregnancy. I was horny in the morning, the afternoon at work, the evening and I would even wake up in the middle of the night feeling horny. I would also get set off by the smallest things to the point where it was really interfering with my life. My husband didn't really see this as a cause for concern as he liked the increased libido even if he wasn't really able to keep up all the time. I went to ask my doctor about it and she said it wasn't really cause for alarm as the hormones and my age were probably responsible. She suggested masturbation to satisfy the itch and that the symptoms would go away with time. It's not like I had never masturbated before but it wasn't a regular part of my routine or anything like that. Nevertheless I took the advice and started to masturbate more regularly. I would even sometimes do it in bed because I didn't feel like going to the washroom. Once again my husband didn't seem to mind this development; he even wanted to watch me. I was a bit self conscious about being 8 months pregnant and watched but after enough requests I figured there was no harm. The first time I let him watch I turned on the lights and sat on our dresser that has a mirror on top of it and did my thing. He masturbated in turn which made me a little more comfortable and able to orgasm easier. I had both my legs spread on the dresser and I ended up knocking the mirror off breaking the formally expensive piece of furniture. Needless to say I was forgiven before it hit the ground behind the dresser. Once I gave birth to our daughter the itch didn't go away. I don't know if it was the boredom of being at home or what but I still found myself getting horny during the days but now I wasn't at work so I had time to do something about it. More than a few times my yoga sessions would degenerate into masturbation on the yoga mat. I was also treating masturbation differently than I had in the past. In the past I would see it as some sort of self massage where I didn't have to orgasm each time, I would usually do it in the bath and rather infrequently. Now I was always trying to get myself off and even using objects to penetrate myself. My most common partner was the handle of my hair brush; it was ribbed so it would flick my clit as I pulled it up along my pussy. I liked to take the detachable shower head and set it to pulse on my clit. The only thing that I had changed to my routine, other than not working, was that I was doing kegels now. My girlfriend told me that this exercise could strengthen the muscles in my vagina making me tighter during intercourse but that that was not the only benefit. She told me that doing kegels would increase the blood flow to my pleasure areas making my orgasms more intense and easier to achieve. I figured that I had nothing to lose so after a few lessons I was doing the exercise on my own on a daily basis almost. I thought that maybe this was responsible for some of my activities but really I have no idea. I talked to my husband about it but he could hardly hide his kool-aid guy sized smile as I told him of my "problem". Really he thought the whole thing was funny and maybe he was right but I thought it was interfering with my life. My husband preferred to pick on me rather than seeing it as a real problem. My favorite was when he said while pointing at my midsection, "As long as the mailman doesn't put anything in that box you should be ok." It's not that I didn't see any humor in my issue it's just clear that my husband wasn't the best place to turn for advice on this one. Instead I decided to bring it up with my best friend, Sharon, over dinner. On the occasion that I could get away from the house I chose to spend my time with Sharon. Since our times together were less frequent in those days we would mostly go to fancy restaurants to make the times more memorable. My husband would tease me about that too asking me how my "dates" went and the like. He didn't really like Sharon so the feeling was mutual. I don't blame him that much, a lot of spouses don't like their significant others single friends; and Sharon was a free spirit. She was also a competitor for my emotional intimacy. In fairness, I don't really care for a lot of his beer swilling friends and neither of us demands that the other gets new ones, but does land us in semi-different social circles. It was on one of our "dates" that I brought up my little problem. For Sharon's part she more or less thought it was funny too but sensing my serious intonation she decided to talk about it with me. She of course threw the blame onto my husband but I told that he had nothing to do with it, it was happening all hours of the day. We talked about it and threw it back and forth until she suggested that I just embrace it, think about it as a sexual peak and go with the flow. I was embarrassed to have this discussion in such detail in a public place; I was constantly moving my eyes around to see where the waiter was often bringing him to our table for no reason at all. "What do you use when you do it?" "Keep your voice down and what do you mean? I use my fingers." I said in an embarrassed whisper. Lowing her voice Sharon continued "No, I mean like toys. Do you have any toys?" "No, I don't use anything, well I use my brush sometimes and I've used a few vegetables but that can get expensive." I was no laughing quite loudly and nervously. "Well why don't you get something?" "Like a dildo? I wouldn't even know where to get one." I was openly blushing at the suggestion. Sharon went on to detail the location that such a device could be purchased and told me in an unashamed voice that she owned a few of them. My palms were sweaty from the topic but I decided that it was a topic worth changing. We finished our wine and said our goodbyes; by the time I returned home I was officially intrigued. It wasn't so much what the sex toy could do that intrigued me but more just actually owning one. It felt like something that was so different for me and maybe that was just what I needed. With my first pregnancy I felt postpartum after my son was born, with my daughter this feeling was worse. With my son there was so much change happening that lots of it seemed like cause for excitement; that I was transforming into something more exciting. With my daughter I often felt the blah feeling associated with having my identity branded as a mother of two. This little naughty adventure to the adult store could at least break the monotony in my mind. It was with this state of mind that I found myself in the parking lot of the adult super store Sharon had told me about. I was in the parking lot but my hands were firmly on the steering wheel and I wasn't getting out of the car. I felt so silly not being able to go in but I just couldn't. The adult store wasn't on some off beaten path, or through some dark alley where you could enter through a store front that pretended to be something completely different. There were no men in trench coats slyly slipping through the shadows to make their destination. Nope, that would have been too easy. This store looked like it felt comfortable in the strip mall it was a part of. It was situated between a pawn shop and a Subway restaurant and it was the biggest kid on the block. There was no false front; the letters XXX were proudly displayed over the overtly sexual name of the store. Through the half opened curtains shopping mall dummies wore the costumes of the typical sexual fetishes known throughout word of mouth. If I was able to sneak in without a soul seeing me I would have but there were old people there, young people and even children walking around the strip mall. There was no way I was going in. What was I thinking? I drove straight to my mom's and picked my daughter back up telling her I got what I needed to done. When I drove away my hands were still gripped to the steering wheel like it was an anchor holding me in place. While I had made my retreat in body my mind never left the parking lot. I wanted to go through with this, I didn't even care about the toy anymore, I just wanted to step outside myself and do it. I tried again but this time in the evening a few days later. The evening proved worse than the morning as there were teenagers standing around. This made the possibility of going in impossible, I was picked on in high school and there was no way I wanted to hear the taunts of teenagers over this. I started thinking of other ways to get the end result. I thought about asking my husband to get it for me but the problem was that I wasn't even sure what I wanted. He would probably buy the most obscene and biggest thing he could find; I wasn't doing kegels for nothing so this more or less removed him an option. I thought about asking Sharon to get it but I really didn't want her to know that our conversation had such an effect on me. If I was going to go through with this I had to go through with it myself. When my husband told me that he had to go away for a job on the West Coast and wouldn't be back until Saturday I figured that this would give me the space I needed to do this properly. I got my mom to pick up the kids on Thursday and take Justin to school the next day. Lisa was 18 months by this time so it wasn't too much to ask my mom to look after her for a few days. When the kids were out of the house I had such a strange feeling and everything seemed so quiet, the night seemed to drag for a long time and I felt lonely. When the morning finally came I didn't so much feel like sitting around all that much so I went to the adult store rather early. I figured that I could be the first one in or something and that the strip mall would be empty. When I got there the XXX store wasn't even open, I felt like a real dunce. I didn't want to go back home because that would have meant that I had failed, I also didn't want to feel lonely. Instead I drove around before settling on window shopping at the shopping centre. I made it back to the strip mall by mid morning and it wasn't at all empty. I had a short conversation with myself before deciding to jump in with two feet. I got out of the car, stepped on the concrete, I phased out the faces on the way and made my way straight for the door. My concentration was only broken by the ringing of bells that I heard as the door to the smut store closed behind me. To me they sounded like an alarm that was squarely designed to put a sign over my head that I was in this store. My mind was in the car by this point and driving away but my body was taking its first steps into this strange world; I had jumped in with two feet and I was getting what I came for. The store was not what I would have expected. It was more like a small department store than anything else; there were no red lights or men with trench coats. I hadn't thought about the staff but it was pretty clear that the clerk was a man but like I told myself before there was no turning back. The place was actually clean, had bright lights and a courteous staff. "How can I help you miss?" The guy behind the counter said as I cautiously walked past. I'm sure I looked out of place and a little nervous but wasn't quite ready for help quite yet and decided to pass up his initial offer. I still wanted to get my bearings and get a sense of where I was. The store from what I could tell was broken into sections. On one side there was a wall and some shelves that had different sorts of leather, lingerie and fetish costumes. In the middle were aisles that had various items, beside the aisles were stands with baskets on them, the baskets were home to various rubber items like condoms and whatnot. On the opposite side from the costumes were the video sections where racks of video were on full display. Mostly with pictures of blonde women looking sultry as can be on the covers. There were a few men in this section going through the videos paying no attention to anyone's presence including my own. I made my way to the lingerie and costumes section as to not call too much attention to myself. There was all sorts of lingerie, mostly tacky, but some pretty sexy too. They had everything from leather with spikes to edible. The costumes looked almost like something someone might wear to a Halloween party, they had the nurse, the devil and even the school girl. I made me wonder if I could still wiggle into my kilt from high school that I still have in a box somewhere. They also had a few funny things that looked like they should only be worn for shock value, like the hard hat with a plastic penis attached. I knew I was just wasting time but I was working up to asking the guy behind the desk where to find the dildos. I was also hoping that the men in the video section would leave but instead a few more showed up. I had been in the store for about 10 minutes so I had enough courage to ask. "Excuse me, could you help me find something?" I asked quietly as if in an attempt to get the guy to come to my side of the store. He didn't take the hint but that didn't stop him from answering my question. "What is it that I can help you with today miss?" His words echoed his earlier inquiry. "I'm looking for something, my friend said that I could find it here, it this sort of thing that well, it's used to, I mean it's for a woman and......" I was more or less fumbling with my words. "Well do you know who makes it? We have a large selection of everything erotic" "No, I don't know who makes it." I continued in a hushed voice "I'm looking for a dildo" It turns out that I had come to the right place and this guy seemed to be a encyclopedia of dildo information. He responded to my question as if I asked the guy at the garden centre were to find perennials. He didn't laugh at me, he didn't look at me funny or anything else. Instead he started to question me about what I was looking for in a dildo. He asked the questions in such a matter of fact way but they were personal nevertheless. "You looking for rock hard or rubbery? What size fits you best? Skin color or something else? Smooth or veiny? Vibrating or solid? I cut his questions off "I've never bought one of these before I really don't know" "Not a problem ma'am, I'll get you a few to look at" He went away for a minute or so and returned with boxes of dildos. I felt like I was in a shoe store or something except I was pretty sure I wouldn't be trying anything on. He pulled each one out and talked to me about the features, I tried to be interested but it was really hard to keep my concentration. The entire situation was making me extremely horny just talking about what I was going to use to pleasure myself with this guy I had never met, then there were the men in the store who could hear the entire sales pitch. I thought to myself that I was lucky that I had a dress on because I was getting wet and I didn't want it to show through. He took each dildo out of the box and talked to me about what I would feel when I was fucking myself. His even voice really set me off I felt like if he took my into the back of the storeroom he could have fucked me right then and there. I sort of spaced out between those sorts of thoughts and looking at plastic molds of cocks. Some of the molds even showed the guy whose cock they used as a model. There was so many to chose from but in the end I settled on a pick solid dildo that was 7.8 inches long and 1.6 around. It came complete with a handle and the curve was supposed to be able to hit my g-spot better to make me squirt as he so causally put it. I felt almost in a daze as he packaged my new toy and put it through the register. This 7.8 inches of latex and plastic was $119.99; hitting ones g-spot doesn't come cheap. Leaving the store and getting to my car happened to me in one continuos motion. It seemed like things just blended together until I was in the safety of my car, I drive away careful not to make eye contact with anyone in the parking lot. The trial was over and I had my prize. My purse was lighter but there was no way I would have walked out empty handed. My Nerdy Date with Myself :) When I got home I reminded myself that I had the entire house to myself so I could take my time. I spent the afternoon cleaning up which consisted mainly of putting toys away. I also put new sheets on my bed because I wanted the experience to be fresh. My nerdy side then went into overdrive, I decided that I was going to make the night special and have a sort of date with myself. I even dressed up and everything. I took out a small black dress that I had worn to a friend's wedding a few years earlier, I liked the dress because it made me feel sexy. I laid it out on the bed and then took a shower and did my hair. I put on perfume and my sexiest pair of heels. All this for my pink soon to be intruder which I left on the middle of the bed in preparation for later. I put the dress on a looked at myself in the mirror and gave myself a smile. Next it was off to the kitchen were I made myself a chocolate fondu in classy elegance. Chocolate is one of the things that serves to get my blood pumping and the darker the better. Soon the dark chocolate was oozing over strawberries as I sipped on wine. This date was going fantastic! Feeling slightly light headed from the wine, a little nerdy from what I was doing and very horny from the entire build up of the day I decided to go make my new friend's acquaintance. I really knocked myself off my feet as jumped on to the bed in my dress and slid off my panties. I was feeling myself up and down and pawing at my breasts. I felt so good with my dress riding up past my hips and my body completely on fire. I started to slide into fantasy. Mostly when I masturbate I just focus on the sensation but this time I wanted to fantasize. I thought of a man that I didn't know breaking into my house and finding me like that on the bed. He wasted no time in sticking his dick in my mouth. On the bed I now had the pink cock's tip in my mouth and I started to suck on it. I rolled around on the bed giving my imaginary man the best blow job I could give. The entire situation had me burning up. I thought about being in the store and buying the dildo. I thought about getting up on the counter and spreading my legs and rubbing the dildo on my opening until I speared myself in front of all those guys. The images kept flooding my brain and I didn't want to stop them. As quick as one fantasy would stop another would start until I was overflowing with sexual energy. I decided that was time to plunge the pink dildo deep inside of me. I did it slowly at first pushing it in about half way and taking it out and repeating slowly. As I did this I started working my way out of my dress. With one had I massaged my breast, with the other I picked up the pace and was fucking at a medium speed. If anyone could have seen me I would have looked so vulgar. My legs were spread wide open and I was now fucking myself really hard with this piece of plastic. It took about 20 or 30 minutes for my orgasm to hit but once it did I had three in succession. I didn't squirt or anything like that but there was no denying that I felt good. I wasn't sex starved but for some reason I felt it. I wanted to be used all night and I was more than happy to oblige. By the time I woke out of my erotic bliss I looked pretty de-shelved. The room looked like a struggle had taken place and that I had been fucked. This was more or less true just this time I didn't just get fucked but I did the fucking too. My hands aren't as forceful as a man's and this pink piece of plastic could never replace the heat of sex but for the novelty it made me feel good. The strange thing was that after than night the dildo didn't really become a staple in my masturbation. My self love in general began to decline. Perhaps my hormones were just starting to even out or maybe I did what I needed to do. Old pink these days has a home in a box at the bottom of my closet. I've taken it out a few times to put on a show for my husband. The store even gave me another idea, I put on my school uniform and used pinky in front of him. All in all the masturbation was just a strange phase that I went through during my second pregnancy and the time afterwards. I hope you liked reading about my nerdy date with myself :) Mich My NeverEnding Itch Discovering Daddy, and the NeverEnding Itch [This is a work of fiction; all sex is consensual, involving characters above the age of 18] So there we were, in my backyard, all 3 of us: Cindy Flowers, Lizzy Mansfield, and me - Jewel Hardsock. The sprinklers were going zap, zap, all over the grass on a sweltering hot Saturday and we were all lined up on our knees in a triangle, and eager for the finish. Like a bunch of girls at the balloon-stand waiting for that final pop when the big clown takes the latex off the helium and twists it up into a big happy dancing balloon. Only, the gifter wasn't a clown -- he was my Daddy. And he wasn't making balloons. He'd just finished fucking all 3 of us for 30 minutes and was prepping for the big finish. And let me tell you, my Daddy knows how to finish! "Yes, Daddy, DO it! Show 'em how good it is... oooooooohhh yeah. Show all my friends what a man you are. Showtime, Daddy. Showtime!! Oh God it's so good..." Wait, ya know what? He knows how to start too and I guess I didn't really do that right. I should probably tell you how we got there -- Cindy, Lizzy and me. I mean, it's not like we went around fucking everybody (well, maybe Lizzy did). It all started during that nasty heatwave last summer after High School graduation. The one I thought I created all by myself from the perpetual rub I had between my legs. The girl in me was going and my lil' cunny was just screaming for womanhood. Slippery, slippery, sloppy -- all the time! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me was suddenly the only thing and EVERYthing on my mind. My eager little beaver had the perpetual itch. Guess who's fault that was? Hey, it's not MY fault my father has the biggest piece of equipment in Nebraska. My Dad (who shall remain nameless) is a farmgirl's fantasy. The rough exterior, quiet sincere interior, and cut like a real cowboy. Word around town served up a lot of stories about Daddy in his renegade years; a real womanizer and a leader of his peers. But he ran into an emergency his senior year in high school that put a premature halt to all that fun stuff... namely - me! Mom got pregnant and forced my Dad's hand in marriage. Then she died on my birth-bed. I've seen pictures of my Mom and she was a real heartbreaker for sure. I guess that's where I got it from. I've been the girl that all the boys want to chase ever since the 7th grade. Not that I was real developed then or anything. I guess you could say I'm a princess with a glass slipper for an ass. All the guys wanna fit their hands on it. (Now they say the same thing about my mouth. Something about my lips, but that's another story. Don't worry, I promise to tell you all about it. I like to tell my secrets. But you have to have patience. Patience 'till I can't stand to wait any longer. That's the mystery to me). Some of the boys have had the good fortune to fit my very best feature -- the one between my legs... everyone says it's the purest thing they've ever seen. Mom gave that to Dad. And I guess it made him a little too happy, cuz he got all his pregnancy up inside her. Momma just sucked up all that joy and gave her eggs a baby. And then, I guess, I took what she had left and came into the world. Since then my Dad has spent his days bailing hay and milking cow teets. That's a far cry from his original plans, I'm sure. Then again, if my mother's snapper was anything like mine is? It might have been worth it! I mean, I'm just telling you what people tell me. I'm not a stuck up bitch or anything. If I was, there wouldn't a'been no cocks in there by now. I let 'em milk that pussy a few times. I even let Ricky Douglas slip his pinky up my butt once. Only, he didn't know what the hell he was doing. He came all over himself before I even had a chance to get comfortable. Boys are so silly that way. At one point during that Senior year when I suddenly went cock-crazy (I got held back a year cuz of... well I'll cover that later. All you need to know is I was a late 'bloomer', I guess they call it. I'd turned 18 as a Junior, before I started messing around with boys n' stuff. I'm not jailbait. I'm just a freaky little teen who's making up for lost time!) I found out about a hole the boys made in the girl's bathroom. (I can get 'em to tell me anything when I've got my thumbs in my panties). I thought that was pretty cool, so I told Jimmy Wilkins to round up all his friends for a show during 4th period. Sure enough I was in there for a tinkle and I heard all kinda russlin' around and bickering outside (there must have been at least 5 of 'em). Before I finished wiping I pulled a moistened sponge from my purse and cleaned myself with that too. Then I got up and spritzed a little poof of perfume down there for good measure (hey, I had a reputation to uphold). "There, there kitty. All better now". I don't usually talk to my little fuckhole, ummmmm, but I was putting on a little show here, right? I know what to do to get a dick hard. I'm not stupid. I just wanted to get a bunch of boners banging into each other out there and... ok, ok, I talk to my pussy all the time. Especially at times like this, when I'm getting all worked up over a memory. I sure could use a little wood-maker right now as a matter of fact. A nice big angry fat one that wants to teach me a lesson for teasing boys would be just right for Jewel's naughty little cumslot, ohhhhhh yeah. But anyway, it got better. I dropped my purse. I had made sure to navigate where the hole was before they got there and knew JUST where to bend over for the very best angle... "Oh my God." I heard 'em all say it together. I couldn't help but peep out a giggle -- then I covered it with a bimbo cliché "Ooops, silly me." I just love to play dumb and innocent. Boys are such suckers for that. I knew what it looked like back there. I'd seen it in the mirror many times (ok, so I'm a little vain. I like to look at myself). I'm well aware my presentation down there is quite alarming. It looks very, how should I say it... voluptuous and nourishing? I'm very enflamed down there. Some guys like to call it a 'puffy pussy'. I like to call it 'accommodating'. Don't get the wrong idea, I'm not loose by any means. I'm as tight as my butt! I called it a snapper before cuz that's what it does when they guy pulls out. You can actually hear it!! My inner labia is real tight, slight and concealed. It's my OUTER labia that screams for attention. My fingers get lost in there all the time... like now, as a matter fact. And, of course, I'm as pink as a baby's bottom. Yup, my pink little cockspot can't be refused. So the guys where ooohhing and ahhhing out there, and since I'm kind of dirty and a little evil when it comes to sexual attention (more on that later. I want to save it now. Want to get crazy itchy before I go all splatterfest on you. You have to make it real frustrated and angry if you wanna get fucked like a wicked slut, right? I told you, I know what I'm doing, dumbass. Anyway...) I had to push things just a little further and make the boys real uncomfortable out there (does it work on you?). That's when I turned around, leaned against the stall, and pulled out my trusty pocket rocket. I got a little wicked look in my eye and gave a little test to my tummy... Ohhhhhhh, yeah -- immediate shivers. 'Prep time' is fun. Especially when 5 other boys are watching, probably, the first time they've ever seen a pussy for real. Unless they'd seen their momma's... And that gave me a thought. What would it be like for a young man to see his mom naked and wanton, spreading her pink for a naughty little vibrating toy? Maybe hidden away in her closet, hoping to catch a peek at the titties he used to feed from -- just curious. And the next thing he knows, Momma's got a hankerin' for some fuckin' and Daddy never knew how to do it right. So I thought of it like that. Instead of being the promiscuous girl in the bathroom, I thought I'd channel being a mother -- unintentionally educating her boy how the pussy likes it. That gave me a more credible situation and one with a lot more control. I wasn't interested in being a voyeur victim. A lot more interested in having a grip (so to speak) on the situation. That's how I like it. While I was thinking about that, the pocket rocket had made its way down the inside of my thigh (kind of like my fingers have right now). I like that cleft between my leg and my labia. It's the 'not quite' place -- and I really do like the anxiety of what's to come. Almost as much as I like the cum itself. You could be on the beach and get away with a little stroke there... no one would notice. Or maybe they would! Wouldn't it be embarrassing for some old pervert to get a woody in his trunks right there in front of everyone -- simply because I was petting my kitty (oops, it looks like I've gotten a little more direct in what I'm doing). Or you could be in your bedroom, with your son in the closet... getting ready to fuck yourself right in front of him. Getting your juicy slot all prepared for a good squirt... which is what happens if you dip your wandering finger inside yourself too many times. Or you could be a naughty little schoolgirl in the bathroom, giving 5 teenage boys a strain in their pants. I wondered if I could get them so fucking horny that they'd all rip out their cocks in front of each other and whack off all over the bathroom wall while I moaned and shuddered all over my fake little cock... I wondered if they knew what a clit was. So I moved the big needle away from my lips and spread 'em, looking down at my special pebble (mine actually gets as big as my pinky nail before I cum. It's pretty clearly marked). "Ooooooh, you like that, don't you? Right there on my clit. The happiest place on Earth. Is that where you want it? If only the boys knew about you, huh? God knows if they did, I'd never be able to refuse them." Then I rubbed it with my finger a little while to get it ready for the sting. I could hear the boys outside mumbling. They were talking about what I just showed them. Or was it my little bad boy in the closet who I just noticed? If he wants a show, then give him one, eh? A boy's gotta learn SOMEtime! Then I put the rocket back in me. This time I slid it up in there. "Oh God I wish you were a cock." I muttered. That helped. It slid right in me nice and moist... (hang on a second... ohhh damn that's good... God I love the smell). "If only I had a cock to play with... mmmmm... maybe more than one. Yes, yes...", I was getting more deliberate now "... more than one to play with. Lots of cocks is better than one. All different shapes and sizes... for pussy. Lots of young cocks for pussy to play with." And Mommy wide open in front of the closet. With her most favorite toy fucking in and out of her juicy wet cunt... So wet for someone... Someone other than her husband... Someone younger and more excitable... Someone with a cock that's more spry... Someone who probably had to pull it out of his pants in spite of himself. Cuz she just looks so yummy like that. Cuz her boy wants to play with her too. Cuz fucking is good... Like my Mother and Father... w-w-when he fucked her. When he fucked my Mommy so good that she sprang me. F-fucked all his semen inside her nice pussssssee. The one that Daddy couldn't refuse. Cuz D-daddy... cuz D-d-daddy's cock is soooo good. And I've seen it, and I want it. And I want his big cock. Just to play -- just to play with. Just to sssplay with his cock. Just like Mommy did. Just like Mom used to see it. Just to help him like Mom did. Just to help Daddy's happiness. "... and to spray it all over my pussy. To spray all that cock on me. Yummy, yummy popsicle cream. W-w-w-want to have it all over me. Fucking me and fucking me and fucking me and fucking me and..." I had started chanting out loud. "Dude, what the hell are you doing?!! Fucking put that away, you faggott!!" I was just about to cum (for real). But one of the boys outside suddenly barked out his disgust at one of the other boys. Apparently, I did get one of them to pull it out. Which was satisfying in a way. Then they scampered away. And I was left there thinking (unsatisfied)... That boys were just too silly. Boys... I wanted a MAN! Anyway, that's how my Dad gets back in the story. We live way out past the Interstate... Should I hold off on the part about me and Lizzie and Cindy? Just tell you about me and Daddy and the first time it happened, first? I don't know, I've gotten pretty greedy by now and I really want to talk about how he fucked all three of us like we were born to be there! How he washed us down with salty semen on that hot summer day. The day I learned I don't just have a hunger for cock, but I'm wanton for little fresh cunts as well. Gawdd, that was such a good day... Hmm... You're probably wondering where I learned my dirty talk. I just know it sounds right. I mean, the first time I'd seen a rigid penis, I thought it looked powerful, confident, sort of arrogant, and a little insistent. It looked interested in glory and command. It looked determined and proud. And I remember thinking, 'Why do they call THAT a penis?! It doesn't look anything LIKE the word penis. That's a silly name for it.' I knew that I needed to call it something different from that. I mean, 'penis' is maybe ok for what it looks like when it's all soft and wagging. Like when a guy gets out of the shower. And it's all relaxed. It looks kind of timid and uncertain. Like it's not used to being out in the open and it's kind of peeking around like a newborn child. Or when it's already been used up and just wants to take a nap. That's a penis. It wasn't until I saw it all upright and wide awake that I got interested. (Daddy was asleep at the time... but I'll get to that later). To call it a penis is insulting! To call it a COCK is empowering. And 'dick' doesn't make any sense at all either. I mean, what's a dick? That's either a boring guy's name, or an insult. Why would I want to call a big throbbing meatpole -- a dick? Like, I'd call it a dick if I didn't really care one way or the other about it. And I've never, EVER, felt that way about a nice juicy cock. I'm not stupid. I know what's good for me, remember? Anyway, the first time I heard the RIGHT term was in a public bathroom (again). I was in the stall and these 2 women came in giggling and blabbing about their dates. Then one of them blurted out "Girl, I just can't wait ta get him home and release that mighty cock he's got jammed in his jeans. It's been three solid weeks here and I'm starved!!" BINGO!! Then the other girl laughed and chastised her friend for being a 'dirty tramp' and an 'insatiable little harlot'. I liked those words right away also! They meant mischief. And hunger! Just like she said before, she was "starved". It all made perfect sense to me while I went tinkle in a dirty public restroom, hidden away listening to 2 women have a private conversation about flirting, and sex, and cocks, and.... "As if you wouldn't be riding my man's cock like a rodeo, fucking and sucking for days if I hadn't a chased his eyes first. Don't deny it. You're just as horny as I am, Tabby." ... 'Fucking'. Yeah, I liked that one as soon as I heard it as well. 'Horny' -- that's what I understand! "Hey, my man's got somethin' between his legs he'd love to put inta me as well. And you just made sure he'll have it!". Then the 2 little 'harlots' left the way they came in. Giggling and silly... Happy! Girls and guys. Naughty words and naughty places. Perversion and public indecency. All of this peppered with quiet giggles, good-natured ribbing, and confident confessions. It was all about doing the stuff you really WANT to do, but aren't supposed to admit to. I remember being on the toilet, right after I cleaned myself, and looking down at my little clam jammer. And then I said it for the very first time... "cock". My little naughty place immediately tingled all over and started to twitch. We suddenly had an agreement. I'm not stupid, ya know. Anyway, I don't care about penis, penis doesn't do anything useful. It's cock that I want!! Big ornery stiff and horny COCK!! Duh! So far, based on the reaction I get when I use the right words -- I know what I'm talking about. There I go being a snotty bitch again, but it's true! Guys love it when I talk like a cock starved dirty 'harlot'. They don't even have to tell me. I can tell by the extra effort they put into the fucking that they like it. And me? I just love the way it sounds. It SOUNDS like sex. Anyone who thinks there's something wrong with the sound of sex -- has never had good sex. There's certainly nothing to be ashamed of. I know I ain't. (Goes without saying). So you probably want to know about that first time I saw it. A big stiff cock, that is. So I'll tell you. We can go into the story about me and my 2 girlfriends later. It doesn't make sense unless I tell you about me and my father first. It happened in Daddy's room. And if he hadn't had such a big one, I might never have noticed. But he does (have a big one). So I did (notice). In the summer months it gets real hot around here. A thin sheet is more than enough cover for sleepy time. So, I was having a weird dream one night (it was a sexual dream, but I didn't know that at the time. There wasn't any fucking or anything like that but it definitely had some sexual imagery going on. Nothing graphic, but the feelings were there. Probably had something to do with the heat. Or maybe it was because I was in my 'growing' stages). I woke up and felt real alone and confused, so I went into Daddy's room for protection. He was asleep when I got there and that's when I saw the big 'tent'. I didn't notice it at first cuz I only had the moonlight, but when I got to his bedside and leaned over real careful to wake him slowly -- the sheet kind of tugged at me strange and I noticed this big lump below his tummy all tented up like. It looked like someone rammed a dagger in his crotch and then covered him in the blanket! Scared the shit out of me! So I jumped back away from the bed to get my wits about me. 'Oh my God, someone stabbed Daddy in his sleep... and then covered him back up? But that don't make no sense. Why would they do that? If he doesn't wake up the next day he's obviously dead, so what the hell is the purpose in covering him up like that? Besides, I don't see any blood down there.' I was just about to yell "Daddy, there's something jammed into your..." penis? I suddenly realized that was the penis place. How could you jam something into the penis place? I mean, there's not a lot of space there. I had to investigate further. (Always curious like that. I like to figure things out myself before I ask for answers. I don't like to be stupid, ya know? That's why I didn't wake him and went to look for myself). So I leaned in for a closer look and, because of the moonlight, I could actually see through the sheet a bit. Something was stretched out in a big arc under there. It was stiff as a hammer (though slightly curved) and almost as long. And it had a big knob on the end, like a helmet. Like Daddy had one of the Nebraska Cornhuskers up under the sheet all dressed up and ready to play ball! And it looked about as thick as a banana -- maybe more! Plus -- there was something missing. His penis was gone! All he had left in the penis place was his big sloppy ball sack (I never understood what that thing was for either at the time. Since then it's become my favorite treasure chest! Mmmmm, I just love that stuff!). Then I almost said it again, "Daddy, what happened to your peeeeni...?" But you know me, I decided to check for myself. I carefully lifted the sheet from his waist, like reaaaaaaaaaaaal slow... (God, this is getting me hot again. Oh my God, the first time I ever saw it. When penis became cock. Fuck, I can see it right now! The world's greatest trophy. My Dad's big hard pride standing up like the American flag. Who doesn't want THAT up their cunt? God I love cock. And I love talking about it just as much. Is it working for you? I bet your pussy's all sticky like mine too, huh? Remember your first time? The first time you ever saw cock? Wasn't that exciting?! Ok, me first, me first. I'll tell you first and then you tell me later so I can make a big mess of myself. Ok, ok, it's just hard to leave myself alone while I talk about this. I'll just have to do both).