2 comments/ 28231 views/ 6 favorites Jenna Hates Men, Loves Her Vibrator By: SuperHeroRalph This is a Winter Holiday contest story. Too many readers don't vote. Please vote. I need the support of your vote. After Jenna broke up with her longtime boyfriend for cheating, now what? * Feeling the same sad way every day, a terrible state for her to be in, just as she went to bed horny and sexually frustrated, Jenna awakened the same way. Still so very early in the morning, too early to get up and start her day, tossing and turning, she couldn't sleep again. She hasn't had a good night's sleep in weeks, since Brad left. The thought of spending her first Christmas alone and without her boyfriend weighed heavily upon her heart. Blaring her Christmas music to empty her mind of thoughts of him, even with all the lights twinkling and all the ornaments glistening, her Christmas tree looked just as empty as her heart felt without the dozens of Christmas gifts she bought for her boyfriend and he bought for her. Just as Christmas in Australia wasn't the same as Christmas in New England, Christmas wasn't the same without him. Her next door neighbor awakened her again with the staple gun he uses to hang his Christmas decorations. Because he's been hanging those decorations for a week, she's had to keep her shades drawn. A perverted peeping, pain-in-the-ass, no doubt hoping to catch her changing her clothes, the reason why he's perched upon his ladder, he always stares over at her, undressing her with his eyes. If only he was younger, she's feeling horny enough that she'd tease him by throwing open her shades, turning on all the lights, and stripping off her nightgown to give him a real sexy show by parading around her apartment naked. If only he was younger, on the pretense that she didn't know he was there watching, staring, leering, and could see her, she'd allow him to watch her masturbate. No doubt, loving to see her masturbate, he'd love to watch her play with her pussy. No doubt, he'd love to see her naked and, with all the sexual frustration she felt, she'd like for someone, for anyone, to see her naked too, if only he wasn't so old and so creepy looking. If only he was better looking, she's sexually desperate enough that she'd invite him over to fuck her. Without doubt, in the horny and sexually frustrated state she's in now, she'd get down on her knees and suck his cock, allow him to cum in her mouth, and swallow all the lustful passion he had for her. The first time being so alone and feeling so lonely in the four years she's been together with her boyfriend, this won't be much of a Christmas without awakening to the excitement of opening Christmas gifts with Brad. Just as she missed her best friend, Rebecca, who cheated on her with her boyfriend, she still missed Brad, too. The only loved ones she had left to celebrate Christmas with was her sister and her sister's boyfriend. Only, feeling as if she was intruding on their private holiday celebration and invading their intimate alone time, running the risk of ruining their holiday too, with the state of melancholy she was in, she didn't want to make the drive there. Instead, deciding to celebrate Christmas at home and alone, she'd spend the holiday sleeping, if only she could. Unable to sleep for weeks, she was so very tired. She looked at her clock and it was only 6am. Too awake to fall back to sleep and too tired to get up, she was desperate for some rest. Having had a bad bout of insomnia since Brad left, unwilling to go down that addictive road of prescribed sleeping pills, she's tried everything to sleep, even going to bed later, limiting her intake of caffeine, and having a glass of warm milk before bed. Without Brad's warm body there beside her, nothing worked. Exciting to think about it, maybe what she needs to sleep is a good fuck. Only, there was no one in her life to give her the hot sex that she so needed. In the midst of a heat wave, it was going to be another hot day. A real scorcher, she could already feel the heat. Even with the air conditioning on, her room felt a little stuffy and she felt feverishly hot, no doubt, more from her sexual frustration than from the outside temperature. With her bedroom shades tightly drawn, she cast aside the sheet. As if teasing her by inviting her finger to touch herself, her nightgown was bunched around her waist and her trimmed, blonde pussy was nakedly exposed. If only her neighbor could see her now, his sexual fantasy come true, he'd be in a sexual frenzy. If only she had a real man for a neighbor, instead of a pervert, she'd show him her pussy. If only she had Brad there to touch her, lick her, and fuck her, but she didn't. Only, there was no one there to see her nakedness, to touch her clit, to lick her pussy, to make love to her, and to satisfy the sexual tension she routinely felt, since Brad left. At first, just by the thought of masturbating, she was in the mood to pleasure herself. Just by thinking about masturbating, she was moist and started getting wetter, as she got more aroused. She reached her hand down and her finger found a welcomed, familiar spot and, at first, touching herself felt good. Only, as elusive as trying to catch a butterfly that landed on a fragrant flower, with the first flick of her finger, as soon as she touched herself, she thought of Brad and, by the mere thought of him, the feeling of wanting and needing to pleasure herself was gone. No longer in the mood to masturbate, feeling so pathetic, but still so sexually frustrated and still feeling so very restlessly horny, tired of pleasuring herself with her finger, she needed a man. She needed a cock. It wouldn't be until a week later on Christmas Day that Jenna would have the answer to her prayers. Not a husband or a boyfriend, it took another woman, Jenna's sister, Gayle, of all people, to buy Jenna the best Christmas gift she ever received. What did Gayle buy Jenna for Christmas? Was it clothes? No, she had plenty of clothes. Was it shoes? She already had too many shoes. Maybe it was a new car? She just bought a new car a few months ago, besides her sister wasn't rich and she couldn't afford to buy Jenna a new car. Maybe it was a membership to a gym or to Jenny Craig's weight loss program? You'd only have to look at Jenna and to see her naked to know that she doesn't need a gym membership or to join Jenny Craig's weight loss program. She's hot. Perhaps it was a piece of special jewelry that Gayle bought Jenna or perhaps she bought her a plane ticket to paradise with a tropical holiday vacation to Bali. No, it wasn't either of those or any of the above. Gayle bought her sister a special Christmas gift, a loving gift, and the perfect gift. She bought her sister something that only a sister who was more than a sister, but her best friend, would buy her. She bought Jenna a combination dildo and vibrator. Now, unless this story is an incest story, which it isn't, why would Gayle buy her sister a sex toy? Allow me to start from the beginning. Jenna had known Brad since high school and she was just 18-years-old, when he asked her to the Prom. Love at first kiss, she gave herself to him that first night together in the backseat of his father's Cadillac. Of course they cleaned up the mess with some paper towels and eliminated any traces of body odors by driving home with the air conditioning on and masking any residual smells of sex with perfume. Yet, if only Brad's father knew that Brad and Jenna oozed their love juices all over his soft, leather backseat, he'd probably never allow his son to drive his car again. Together for four happy years, that is, until she caught Brad naked and in bed having sex with her best friend, Rebecca. Unable to believe her eyes, hurt so very deeply, she was devastated. She foolishly thought that Brad was giving her an engagement ring for Christmas. Knowing how careful he was with money, it figures that he'd breakup with her just before the holiday of gift giving. From the time she surrendered her virginity to him, from that time she made love to him in the backseat of his Daddy's car, her one and only lover, she always figured they'd be married and have children, one day. Too blinded by love and blindsided by his cheating, he hurt her so deeply and so completely that she didn't want to have anything to do with another man. "Sorry, Jenna," he said. "Sorry? Is that all you have to say to me is that you're sorry? You expect me to forgive what you did with my best friend? In one nasty act of cheating, I lost the trust of my boyfriend and my best friend," she said with a face full of hurt and anger. "How could you do that to me? How could you hurt me like that? Willing to cast me aside to have sex with a whore for all that we shared as a couple, you ruined our potential future together." In the way that he sadly looked at her, truly, he couldn't be any sorrier than she was that their love affair had come to an end. Stupidly, she was willing to forgive him, to give him another chance, and to take him back, that is, until he told her why he cheated. As if she was no longer there, as if she was watching a movie and hearing the words of someone else, she couldn't believe what she was hearing from his lips. "I don't love you anymore, Jenna." Never expecting him to say that, stunned, his words echoed and reverberated in her head. Even though she heard them, their meaning didn't register. As if her heart stopped beating, the hurt she felt was like no other. Forget about him cheating with Rebecca, what superseded that act of unfaithfulness and what hurt her more than that was the fact that he didn't love her anymore. "He doesn't love me anymore? Why? Why not?" The image of him naked and in bed with Rebecca, while fucking her and she sucking him, was no longer in her mind. When he said that he didn't love her anymore, once she grasped the thought of living her life without him and having to suffer through a Christmas holiday without him, she wanted to bash him in the face with a baseball bat. She wanted to cut off his penis, before cutting off her Rebecca's lush, red hair and phony tits. She wanted to hurt the both of them, as much as they had hurt her. Yet, except for the flood of tears and all the heartache, after just a quick verbal exchange and some long, heated looks, a relationship that lasted four happy years was over. Already looking at churches to celebrate their ceremony, for halls to hold the reception, for photographers to permanently capture their happiness on film and video, florists to make their special day more fragrantly beautiful with baskets full of roses, bakers to bake and decorate them the most delicious wedding cake, and engravers to print the perfect wedding invitations, she even went looking for wedding dresses with, of all people, her best friend, Rebecca. Such a fool to think he was going to give her an engagement ring for Christmas, she was stunned by the fact that he didn't love her anymore. "He doesn't love me anymore. He doesn't love me anymore," she said through endless tears. His words endlessly echoed through her mind. "I wasted four years of my life with Brad." How could she not know he didn't love her? How could she not know he was having an affair with Rebecca? In hindsight, towards the end, all the signals were there, the aloofness, the insensitivity, the lies, the excuses, and the sudden lack of intimacy, that is, unless she was giving him a blowjob. He was always up to receive a blowjob from her. "I was such a fool." Him not loving her hit her hard. If she was still speaking to him, she'd like to know when he stopped loving her and why he stopped loving her. Was it her fault that he didn't love her anymore? Was it something she did? Was it something she said? "Maybe he never loved me." She never cried as much. She never drank as much. Now, with her first holiday without him looming, even though he's gone from her life but not from her heart, she still hasn't had a good night's sleep, since he left her for Rebecca. Hating to sleep alone, she always felt so incomplete without him there to kiss her goodnight, to hug her, to hold her, and to spoon her. Yet, after he fucked and left Rebecca in the same way that he fucked and dumped her, without a doubt, she's better off without him. Better off sad and lonely than with a cheating and lying man, in time she'll find someone who truly loves her. Doomed for failure and an inevitable divorce, it's good that she found out now, before they were married that he's not the man that she'd want to marry and have as the father to her children. "Good-bye and good riddance," she said whenever sadly alone and looking in her bathroom mirror, after the thought of him entered her mind again. "Never is when I'll get with another cheating and lying man. Being that all men are cheating liars, and even though turning lesbian is not an option, never will I ever have sex with another man again. Other than with myself and by my own hand and fingers, never is when I'll have sex again. From this day forward, I will never have another man's penis in my hand, in my mouth, up my ass, and in my pussy. Never will I have sex again. Never. Never will another man ever touch me or kiss me," she said raising her right hand, as if swearing on the Holy Bible to give testimony on a witness stand, before realizing what she had just said. "So help me God." Then the realization of not having a man in her life now, and never having a man in her life ever, hit her hard. Now what? Already having backed herself in a deep hole of loneliness and horniness, without having a man in her life, what does she do for erotic pleasure, arousing stimulation, and sexual satisfaction? Getting a bit carried away with swearing off men and sex too soon, not really thinking it through, abstinence wasn't really meant to be part of her plan, when she swore off men. Yet, now, sadly and unfortunately, it was. Always too sexual, Jenna loved sex as much as any man. "Oops." At the age, when a woman should be experiencing a healthy sexual relationship, only 23-years-old, she was already sexually frustrated by the lack of her options. Approaching the age where the motherly instinct overtakes a woman's emotions and a woman thinks about having a baby, unless she had a lot of money, having a baby without a man is as expensive as it is impossibly difficult. "I don't care," she said. "Just as I won't have sex anymore, I won't have any children. I'll adopt, if I must." Not happy with her alternatives, when banning men and now her own children from her life, it was lying, cheating men or nothing, no sex and no babies. Already tired of pleasuring herself with her finger, her finger just wasn't the same as Brad's big, beautiful cock. She wanted to marry Brad. She wanted to have his baby. She missed her best friend, Rebecca, too. In one selfish act of cheating, he ruined her life. Forget about missing him as a person, she missed more his cock. She missed holding his cock. She missed fondling his cock. She missed sucking on his prick. She missed the weight of him, when he climbed on top of her, while he slowly made love to her. She missed the sounds and the smells, when he fucked her so hard that she thought he'd go right through her to her soul. She missed the explosive orgasms he gave her. She missed blowing him and controlling him with her mouth. She missed having her head humped and her mouth fucked. As if he was a shark feeding, as if she was a vampire sucking, she missed watching his eyes roll back in his head, before he put a hand to the back of her head and exploded all the lust he had for her in her mouth and down her throat. She so sorely missed his cock. "I still love your cock, Brad. I so sorely miss your big prick." For sure, she needed a replacement, but still too much in love with Brad to rebound to someone else's arms, especially after swearing off men, she needed something else. Feeling so horny, she'd fuck Brad's brother, if only he had a brother and if only she hadn't sworn off men. Not ready to get all dolled up and hit the bars, not wanting to go through all the foolishness of online dating, she just wanted something that would sexually and temporarily take the place of him, but what? She just wanted something to make love to her, to fuck her, and something to have sex with her without having to go through all the rest of the relationship complications and folderol. Just as there was one for men, she wondered if there was a male blowup doll for women. Fitting in a box in the way of her air mattress, whenever she had an overnight guest, she imagined her blowup man, complete with a rubber, no a chrome, no a golden penis, one that lights up and turns red, at the ready to fuck her any time she wanted. While sucking it and depressing an optional button, she wondered if there was a blowup doll that oozed melted dark chocolate or vanilla ice cream from its penis. Wow. She'd buy that one, for sure. "Hmm, what about a masturbation toy? I never thought of that. Maybe that's my answer, albeit a temporary solution. I never had a vibrator. I've never even used a dildo. Aside from my fingers, Brad's fingers, his tongue, and his cock, nothing has been in my pussy." Determined to satisfy her wants, needs, and desires, her search for masturbation toys and self-satisfying sexual pleasure began when she went online. "Wow, look at all this stuff," said Jenna aloud, when seeing all the sites that popped up on her search. "I had no idea. I don't even know what some of this stuff is or does." She opened a few of the top sites, before scrolling down the page. The list of pages were endless. "There are a zillion websites advertising sex toys with most calling them massagers. All I wanted was a little pleasure and something different and more intense than my finger. There's a world out there that I never knew existed." Opening site after site, Jenna looked at the dozens of spot ticklers and vaginal and anal combos. No match for even her finger, she couldn't believe the lifelike penises. There were things for sale that she never imagined were even available or that would even fit in her pussy and/or anal cavity. "Has the whole world gone mad with masturbation? Is everyone so sexually unsatisfied that they must turn to masturbation? Are we all so sexually frustrated that we need a toy to pleasure ourselves. Is everyone perverted? Well, speaking for myself, yes, yes, and yes," she said with a lustful laugh. After seeing all of these masturbation toys, she wondered if she'd ever need another man again. The effort of working to maintain a relationship, a relationship that most men don't want to commit to in the first place and most men don't reciprocate the work needed to maintain and develop the relationship, a love relationship was no longer an option and no longer palatable to her. When realistically analyzed, the effort that she put into a relationship versus the small amount of pleasure she received, sexual or otherwise, from a man, just wasn't worth the small and infrequent doses of emotional stimulation and sexual satisfaction she received. Clueless, selfish, insensitive, and uncaring, most men don't have a clue what women want and need. Seemingly, most men don't care what women want and need. For just a few selfless acts, men have no idea what they're missing by not sexually satisfying their women. Men are such fools. To be honest, she was happier when she was servicing herself with her own hand and with her own fingers than with the penis of a man who didn't love her. Besides, she gave Brad ten times as many blowjobs than he ever gave her the pleasure of licking her with his tongue. After too many weeks without sex, she decided it was time to find an alternative method of sexual pleasure, but what? Without trying them all, how would she possibly know which vibrator and/or dildo to buy? Jenna Hates Men, Loves Her Vibrator Always having aroused, stimulated, and satisfied herself with her index finger, even when she was with Brad, it was time she went with the times and increased the intensity of her orgasmic pleasure with one of these super duper, deluxe gizmos that ran by Alkaline batteries, instead of with her hand. As far as she saw it, her choices were only two, masturbation or finding another male companion. After considering her options, not wanting to be saddled with another lying and cheating man, masturbation was her only choice. Before doing all the research she needed to do to determine which toy would work best for her, before going through all the trouble and spending and wasting her money, she weakened and considered the latter, men, over the former, masturbation, again. "Nope. No way. Never again. I'm done with men. I hate all men. When all I want is for a man to lick me, finger me, and fuck me, unable and unwilling to even do that, men suck at sex. Men suck at being lovers. Unable to even give me an orgasm, men can't even do that. Men just think about themselves first and foremost. Men are just no good." She wished she was a lesbian but, other than for friendship, she was never sexually attracted to women. Having never owned a vibrator or a dildo before, she was clueless what would work for her. Which one should she buy, she had no idea. Then, upon delivery, imagining the box breaking open and exposing her sex toy for all of her nosy neighbors to see, she was afraid of ordering for fear that the UPS driver would throw the box on her front porch. What if, by the return address on the box, her UPS man or mailman knew what it was she had ordered? "Oh, my God," I'd be so embarrassed. With some of the salacious ads she's read, the movies she's seen, and the magazines and romance novels she's read, she had the misconception that only promiscuous women and swingers used sexual toys and sex aids. It was when her need for sexual satisfaction won over the image that she had of herself that she was ready to buy her masturbation toy. It was when her desperation won over the kind of women she imagined who used sex toys, that she researched the kind of masturbation toy she needed. It was when she realized that she was one of those women, who was sexually frustrated enough to use a sex aid, that she caved and broke out her credit card to order what she so desperately needed, a masturbation toy, and so greatly wanted, an orgasm. Because there was such a vast selection of size, shape, and colors of dildos and vibrators, still not having a clue what to order, no longer having her best friend, Rebecca, to help, she reluctantly confided her sexual frustration to her sister, Gayle. "Gayle, this may be an odd question to ask my sister, but what do you know about dildos and vibrators? Not ever having used one or owned one before, I suddenly have the desperate need for one, now that Brad is gone from my life." "Well, I know there's better things out there on the market, but I love my purple bunny. I've tried other dildos and vibrators that Tommy bought me, but I always return to my purple bunny. I've had it for years," said Gayle with a dirty laugh. "Tommy bought it for me, when we were first intimately together. He's always perusing the sex shops looking for new things for us to try. He knows more about dildos and vibrators than I do. I can have him pick you out something if you'd like." "Eww, Gayle? Gees, I don't know if I want Tommy buying me a toy for pleasuring my pussy," she said with a nervous, albeit excited laugh, when suddenly imagining Tommy thinking about her masturbating. "That's a bit weird for your boyfriend to be buying such a personal item for me, his girlfriend's sister, don't you think?" "I don't mind if you don't. Tommy knows what women want, if you know what I mean," said Gayle with a lusty laugh that made Jenna not only envious of her sister's sexual relationship but also gave her thought about what Tommy does to evoke such a sexually satisfied comment from Gayle. Being that the next weekend was Christmas anyway, Gayle drove to Jenna's apartment on Christmas Day with what Tommy had bought for her. Jenna was glad that Tommy didn't make the drive, too. That would have been too embarrassing to open the package and discuss sex toys and masturbation to her sister, while her sister's boyfriend was present. A man she only met a few times, a man she barely knows, especially after he was the one who picked out the toy for her to use to pleasure herself, she'd feel uncomfortably awkward, to say the least. "Merry Christmas, Jenna," said Gayle giving her sister a hug. "I know we don't usually exchange Christmas gifts, we haven't in years, but I thought this was an appropriate exception," she said handing Jenna a box wrapped in Christmas paper. "Thank you, Gayle. Merry Christmas. I knew I could count on my big sister to feel bad enough for me to pay me a visit on Christmas," she said shaking the box. "What is it?" "Open it," said Gayle, while making herself comfortable at the kitchen table. Jenna tore off the paper and opened the outside box but without taking the combination dildo and vibrator out of its packaging. Too embarrassed to do that in front of her sister, she placed the masturbation device on the table between them. "Thank you, I think," she said with an embarrassed laugh. "Don't thank me. Tommy bought it for you," said Gayle. "Well, you'll have to thank Tommy for me. I'd be too embarrassed to thank him for buying me a combination dildo and vibrator," said Jenna with a laugh. "Oh, don't be such a prude, Jenna. We all have the same body parts, as we all have the same wants and needs," said Gayle. "So this is it, huh? It's so long," said Jenna picking up the box and holding it in her hand, as if it was a portable penis. It looks a little big around, too," she said staring at it, while running her hand up and down the length of it, as if stroking it from outside the box. "Tommy bought me one just like it and we've already tried it several times," said Gayle with a satisfied and swooning sort of smile. "Let me tell you," she said leaning in to whisper to her sister, even though there was no one else in the room. "This is way better than my old, purple bunny. Every time I use it, especially when Tommy isn't around, I can't help but feel as if I'm cheating on him, if you know what I mean. Only..." she said sitting back in her chair with a frightened look on her face. "Only? Only what?" Jenna looked at her sister as if she was about to give her a warning of the side effects from using the sex toy. "Don't laugh but there's just something magical about this sex toy that makes me have instant sexual fantasies. I don't know if it's the length, the shape, the weight, the feel of it, or a combination of those things, but I just have to hold it in my hand to think wild and lustful thoughts. Thoughts that I'd never have otherwise, I just have to turn it on to want to be...wicked, while feeling so sexy," said Gail fanning herself with her hand. " I just have to touch it to my pussy to want to do dirty things, things that I never thought of doing before. Trust me, Jenna, you're going to love this toy." "Dirty things? What dirty things?" "I'm not comfortable talking about that to you, my baby sister," said Gayle with obvious embarrassment. "Tell me. I want to know. What sexual fantasies does it make you have? What dirty things does it make you want to do?" "Sorry that I even mentioned it, but suffice to say that, when I masturbate with that toy, I imagine having multiple lovers," said Gayle whispering again. "Multiple lovers? You mean group sex, an orgy, and/or a gangbang?" "Oh, God, Jenna, even though I've never had such salaciously wicked thoughts before, even though I'd never have a gangbang, when I'm pleasuring myself with that vibrator, I imagine several men taking me, stripping me naked, and forcing me to have their wicked way with me," said Gayle biting her lip and squirming in her seat. "I can't help but imagine fucking and sucking men, so very many men." "Wow," said Jenna. "Gees, Gayle, maybe this thing should have come with a warning label," she said with a laugh, while staring at the box and fingering the outside package. After her sister gave the masturbation toy such a big buildup, Jenna couldn't wait for her sister to leave so that she could try out her new sexual aide. Once her sister left, she removed the toy from the packaging, discarded the box, and held the fake penis in her hand to examine it more closely. "Gees, it feels so real," she said running her fingers over the head of it, as if she was fondling Brad's cock. "It feels so big and weighty. It's so much bigger than Brad's erect cock. Bye, bye Brad. Who needs you, when I have this?" She ran the dildo down the length of her cheek, before flicking out her tongue to lick it, while pretending she was about to suck the cock of some man who picked her up at a bar. Having a soft, rubbery, latex like outside skin, the adult toy looked and felt like a real penis, albeit the biggest penis, she's ever seen and held in her hand. It even came equipped with a set of fake testicles. With Brad's cock the only cock she's ever held in her hand, had in her mouth, allowed him to stick up her ass, and felt pleasuring her pussy, she wasn't all that experienced anyway. Yet, the thing had to be ten or twelve inches long, much longer than Brad's cock, when fully erect. True to its reputation, as soon as she touched it and held it in her hand, she started having sexual thoughts and sexual fantasies that she never had before. Needing a man to think about pleasuring her and not wanting to think about Brad, she thought about her sister's boyfriend, Tommy. A good looking man, even better looking than Brad, after all that her sister said about Tommy knowing what women want, she wondered what Tommy wanted. She wondered about his cock. Allowing her horniness to control her sexy mood and inspire her erotic thoughts, she wondered how big Tommy's cock was. She wondered if he was circumcised. She wondered what his cock looked like, would feel like in her hand, taste like in her mouth, and the pleasure it would give her when stuck up her ass or buried in her pussy. Nearly as weird as her sister allowing her boyfriend to buy her a sex toy, just as it was a bit weird that Tommy would volunteer to buy his girlfriend's sister a vibrator, it was equally as strange that she was thinking about Tommy's cock now. Was her sister, perhaps, hinting at having a threesome the next time she came for a visit? Maybe Tommy knew that Jenna would have a sudden flash of sexual thoughts and desires that would put him in a starring role in her sexual fantasy. Maybe, when thinking of his cock, he knew that Jenna would think about fucking and sucking him, while holding this big dildo in her small hand. While holding the vibrator in her hand, when Tommy was at the sex shop buying it, she wondered if he thought about her masturbating with it. Suddenly thinking more about Tommy than about the vibrator, she thought about Tommy naked. While wondering what he looked like naked, she wondered if he thought about her naked, too. She wondered what it would be like to have sex with Tommy. Oddly enough, maybe because of what Gayle said that seemed to be coming true as an omen, while just holding the vibrator in her hand, as much as she felt thrilled by it, she felt possessed by it. With all the sudden, sexual fantasies she was experiencing, she felt terribly horny. With an uncontrollable urge of sensuousness and sexuality, she needed to touch herself. She needed to heat her sexual desires, before quelling the flames of passion that she suddenly felt for her sister's boyfriend. If only he was here now, she'd suck him, before fucking him, and it wasn't until she finished with her orgasm that she realized, she'd never cheat with her sister's boyfriend in the way her best friend, Rebecca, had stolen her man. "I bet he'd like to watch me pull up my skirt, pull down and kick off my panties, and spread my legs. I bet he'd like to watch me touch myself. I bet he'd like to watch me masturbate. I bet he'd love to watch me stick this big dildo in my warm, wet pussy, while playing with my tits and fingering my nipples," she said slowly masturbating herself with the dildo. "I'd love for him to finger me, before licking me, and before fucking me." She took the dildo in her mouth again and flicking her tongue around it, as if giving her ex-boyfriend, Brad, a blowjob, holding and stroking the dildo, as if giving her sister Gayle's boyfriend, Tommy, a hand job, she was so horny. "In the horny state I'm in, if Tommy was here now, I'd allow him to watch me masturbate. Oh, yeah, I would. Without doubt, I'd allow him to touch me, feel my tits, and suck my nipples, while I masturbated. I'd even have him masturbate me, so long as I could feel the weight of his cock in my hand and fondle the head of his big, erect prick with my fingers, before taking his hot dick in my warm, wet mouth. Oh, yeah, I'd suck his cock, if I could," she said while holding the vibrator and thinking about her sister's boyfriend. Never having had sexual thoughts about her sister's boyfriend before, not even allowing guilt to ruin her sexual fantasy, she couldn't believe she was having them now. She couldn't believe what she was feeling. She couldn't believe all that she wanted to do with Tommy, just by holding this fake penis in her hand. Embarrassed by her thoughts and feeling a bit perverted and, nonetheless, sexy, she couldn't believe all that she had just verbalized about her sister's boyfriend. "Oh, my God. What's happening to me? I'm turning into a masturbation slut. Maybe my sister wasn't kidding about this toy being magical and giving her sexual fantasies. Maybe there is something special, magical even, about this phony penis. Never have I had so many sexual fantasies. Never have I felt as horny, as I feel now. Never have I wanted any man, as I want my sister's boyfriend." Having not even turned on the toy and already having sexual fantasies, she couldn't imagined what would happen, after she loaded the batteries and turned on the toy. She read the directions on the box, loaded in the batteries, and pushed the switch. It had three speeds, Nice, Hot, and Oh, baby, who needs a man? She lowered the speed of the toy back to the first one and put the toy to her lips, before taking it in her mouth again. Gently sucking on this substitute penis, she never thought she'd missed sucking Brad's cock, but she did. Now with this thing in her mouth, while she played with her bean with her fingers, she was wicked horny. Sadly, after going several weeks without a good night's sleep, as soon as she hit the softness of her bed and felt the comfort of her pillow, feeling sleepy while holding the phony cock, she was suddenly more tired than horny. She hasn't had a good night's sleep since Brad left. She hates sleeping alone. She used to love to cuddle and spoon him, while holding onto his penis. Now that she had this toy to hold on to, the feel of it in her hand made her feel so warm, so comforted, and so cozy, as if Brad was still there. She yawned. "I'm so very tired but so very horny. I need to pleasure myself first, before I fall asleep. I need to have an orgasm. Once I get myself off, I'll sleep for the rest of the day," she said with another yawn. Removing it from her mouth, she ran the toy all over her body before taking it between her legs. She tightly closed her legs around it. Then, creating a bit of pressured friction, she pulled the toy through her legs over and again, as if she was humping a baseball bat. The toy felt good against her jean covered legs and she imagined Brad just getting out of the shower with an erection and coming up to her, while she was bending over the dresser drawers putting away laundry. He always took his hard cock and put it between her legs from behind. She'd reach down and toy with the head of his cock with her fingers. Now she had this to feel and to fondle. She stripped off her clothes and got comfortable again on her bed, but this time she was naked. Always so very modest before, she was a real slut now. She looked over at her bedroom windows and her shades weren't drawn, but she didn't care. Eighty-five degrees and climbing, she'll never get used to Christmas in Australia. After breaking up with Brad, moving here to follow her sister and to get away from everything familiar, especially Brad, she missed having Christmas in New England. With all the recent weather advisories, New England was always bad weather wise, especially during the Yule time holidays, but living her in Sydney and dealing with the Aussie heat was so oppositely ridiculous. Even though it was Christmas Day, it felt nothing like Christmas living here. Where's the snow? She missed the snow. She'd give anything to experience one last, white Christmas. Christmas without snow is like Christmas without Santa Claus. Besides, already too comfortable to get up to pull the shades and in the horny state she was already in, she didn't care who saw her naked and masturbating. Besides, unless she put on a light, no one could see in her room. Unless some peeping pervert was watching her through binoculars, no one could see that she was naked and masturbating. A bit nervous living on the ground floor, when she first took the apartment, she had already stood outside to see if anyone could see inside and they couldn't. With vibrator in hand, she turned on the first speed and moved the head of the penis to massage her clit, before teasing the opening of her pussy with the head of the toy. When she started getting aroused, once she was moist, she started playing with her nipples, which always got her wetter and hornier. "Not bad," she said, "but this thing is a poor excuse for Brad. Even Brad excited me more than this thing," she said with disappointment. "Definitely, this toy is no substitute for a man. Maybe my sister was wrong. Maybe she exaggerated the ability of this toy. Maybe this toy had nothing to do with her having gangbang fantasies. Maybe my sister is a slut and wants to experience a gangbang. Maybe what works for her won't work for me." Speaking of perverted peepers, while massaging her clit, she wondered about her neighbor. He was always watching her and looking to see what he could see of her. Annoyed before, she was excited now. She imagined that he masturbated over the sexy thoughts of her of having sex with him. She was glad that she had a private, fenced in backyard, when she wore her bikini to get some sun, otherwise, he'd be outside peeping at her. Whenever she washed her car in the driveway, he was always out back smoking a cigarette and staring at her, while making small talk. Undressing her with his eyes and leering at her, as if imagining her naked, no doubt, he probably wished she'd wash her car while wearing her sheer, short, sexy nightgown or her barely there red bikini. Suddenly, while massaging her clit, she imagined standing in the driveway in her sheer, short, low cut nightgown and giving him a sexy show of her ass, her tits, and her pussy by bending, squatting, and stretching. She wondered how much he could see of her ass, her tits, and her pussy, if, instead of her nightgown, she washed her car in her teeny tiny bikini. In the horny state she was in right now, she'd surely give him a strippers show by showing him her body. Tempted to do just that now, by merely turning on her bedroom light, she wondered how much he could see of her with her bedroom light on and the shades not drawn. Teasing her clit and testing her opening with the toy, oh, yeah, she was fully aroused and so very wet now, so aroused that she was fucking herself with the toy. She imagined getting all wet from the hose to give her neighbor a peek of her nipples through her thin bikini bra. She could wear her white bikini, instead of the red one. Her white bikini was so much more revealing. Once the white material gets wet, it's virtually transparent. Without doubt, as she leaned over the car in her white bikini, her next door neighbor could clearly see her ass crack and, when she turned around to face him, he could see the dark impression of her trimmed pussy and the impressions her nipples made in the thin material, as well as the round circles of her areolas. So very excited from thinking such sexual thoughts and from playing with her pussy, she was sopping wet now. Then, she pushed the button for the next speed. Jenna Hates Men, Loves Her Vibrator "Wow, supercharged. This is hot. Much better. I'm really liking this toy, now," she said sticking the top portion of the toy deeper inside of her and gently making love to herself with it. "Oh, yeah, already, this is so much better than Brad." She heard a noise outside. What was that? Then, she heard voices. Just outside of her bedroom windows, the lawn care crew where here. They were always checking her out, whenever she was out back in her bikini sunning herself. She enjoyed teasing them by undoing her bikini top, removing it, and lying topless on her stomach with much of the sides of her breasts exposed. She wondered, did they see her lying there naked masturbating? Could they see her lying there naked masturbating? Suddenly, wanting them to see her so exposed, she wanted to show them her naked body, while masturbating. Feeling so very horny, she was so tempted to flick on the light switch. Figuring that Australia didn't celebrate Christmas in the way that Christmas is celebrated in the United States with all the blue holiday laws in effect, and with retail stores open twenty-four hours for Christmas shopping, it never occurred to her why the lawn care crew were there on Christmas Day, but they were. Nonetheless, more concerned with the men than the reason why they were working on the holiday, they were all so young, her age. They were all so tanned, as tanned as she was. They all had buff bodies, just as she had. Suddenly, so wanting to get their attention by turning on her bedroom light, she had the need and the desire to show them what she was doing. She wanted them to see her naked. She wanted to show them her tits and her pussy. She wanted them to want her in the way that she wanted them. In the way she felt right not, she wouldn't mind if any of them or all of them saw her tits and her pussy, while she had this toy plunged deep inside of her. In the horny state she was in, she'd like for them to watch her masturbate. She'd have them masturbate her, if she could. Suddenly feeling so horny, she wished they could touch her, feel her, and make love to her. In the way she felt right now, not even caring which one, she'd invite one of them inside to be her lover. In the way she felt right now, she wished she could touch, feel, and fondle their cocks. She'd masturbate them, if she could. Just as Gayle had confessed to her, in the way she felt right now, she'd invite them all in to be her lovers. So long as they all promised to finger her, lick her, and fuck her, she'd suck all of their cocks. With trembling hand, she increased the speed of the big unit to the highest speed. "Oh, my God! Fuck me! Are you kidding me? No fucking way. I don't believe this. This toy is incredible. So much better than even my finger, this toy is way better than Brad. I need to give you a name baby. Bruno. Big Bruno. Big, bad Bruno. Yeah, from now on you're my big, bad Bruno. Fuck me big, bad Bruno. Fuck me. Really slam your big, hard cock inside my warm, wet pussy. Fuck me, big, bad Bruno, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." Never had Jenna's mind been filled with such an erotic, sexual fantasy. Not the exhibitionist type at all, that is, until now, wanting to run outside naked, she suddenly had an uncontrollable urge to flash her body to anyone who wanted to see her tits, her ass, and her pussy. She felt so horny that she'd willingly expose herself to anyone who wanted to see her naked. Suddenly wanting to show her ass, her tits, and her pussy to any unsuspecting man, she wanted someone, anyone, to see her, to touch her, to feel her, to fondle her, to lick her, and to fuck her, even if it was only her perverted next door neighbor. Had she been drinking, knowing that the lawn care men had just moved from outside her bedroom windows to just outside her back door, pretending she didn't know they were there, she'd go outback topless, naked even, on the pretense of getting some sun. It was Christmas Day and she was in Australia, after all, and women were always walking around topless on the beach. Other than to her and the five men outside, it would be no big deal, if she walked out her back door and into the backyard topless. She wondered what their reaction would be to seeing her tits. She wondered what their reaction would be to seeing her naked. Taking it a step further, she imagined herself on her knees, while servicing a circle of lawn care men. "Oh, my God, I'm so horny for a man's cock. I so need to be fucked hard and deep right now. That's right, use me men. Fuck my face, so long as you fuck my body, after you're done humping my mouth, I'd blow you all. I'll suck all of your cocks and you can cum in my mouth and all over my face and tits," she said while fucking herself with big, bad Bruno. "Oh, my God. What am I saying? What am I thinking? Do I really want to be gangbanged? Do I really want five strange men using me and abusing my body, just for the sake of having an orgasm, multiple orgasms?" She thought about five naked men stripping her naked and forcing her to do every dirty and nasty thing that she could imagine. She imagined being fucked up the ass by one man, while blowing another man. With a cock in each hand, she imagined all five men having their turns. Then, when they were done, she imagined them fucking her and forcing her to suck them again. "My sister was right. This thing is incredible. Never have I had as many sexual fantasies. Still, I don't care, in the horny state that I'm in, I'd go outside naked. I would. I really would. I'd even let them gangbang me on the freshly mowed grass. Oh, my God, I so need to be fucked long and hard. I so need to suck a cock." No longer hearing their mowers and blowers, hoping they weren't already gone, she moved from the bed to look out the bedroom window to see where they all were. Just out back, sitting on her back porch steps, while taking their breaks, they were all still there, five, young, hard bodied, no doubt, horny men ready for some hot action with any willing female. Oh, my God. Did she have the courage to do this? Could she just walk out back naked? Damned if she did and damned if she didn't, regretting if she did and regretting if she didn't, she put her hand to the doorknob and slowly turned it, as if turning the next chapter in her sexual life now that she no longer had Brad. With toy still firmly in hand, as if it was a magic wand that she gathered the sexual courage to do what she was about to do, she opened the back door and stepped outside into the sunlight naked. The heat of the sun felt good on her naked body and, taking a big breath of fresh air, she looked skyward, before looking down at the men. The heat of the already hot sun added to the heat of her sexual arousal. As soon as she stepped outside the men all turned to look at her. "Hi," she said. "I didn't realize anyone was here. I thought I was alone. Forgive me. I'm naked," she said running her hand across her breasts and as so as her palms passed across her nipples, she was even more aroused. "Hi," they all said in unison with looks of shocked astonishment. "I forgive you," said one man with a chuckle, while another elbowed him in his ribs to be quiet. "It's a beautiful day, isn't it? I just wanted to get some sun," she said stretching her body and yawning, as is she had just awakened from a nap with her dildo still in her hand. Normally, she would have felt embarrassed that someone saw her holding a dildo, but she wasn't embarrassed. She was excited that the men saw her holding her masturbation toy. Maybe, she thought, they'd want to masturbate her, just as she'd love to masturbate them. When she looked down at the men, she looked down at herself to see where the men were looking. They were all staring at her tits and her pussy. Wanting to see what they were seeing, wishing she could feel what they were feeling, she looked down at herself again and to where the men were looking. With lust in their eyes, they were staring at her naked body. Without a doubt, from the looks of lust she saw on their faces, they wanted her, as much as she wanted them. Begging someone, anyone, to suck them, her nipples were so erect that they ached. Already so wet and so aroused from having already used big Bruno on her mouth and her pussy, she was ready for some hot action. Exciting her to see what they saw, she looked to where the men were staring again, before making eye contact with the men. "Do you like what you see?" "Yeah, oh, yeah," they all said almost together. "May I ask you a question?" "Yeah, sure," they all answered at the same time. "Do you think I have a nice body?" "You have a sexy body," said one. "You're beautiful," said another. "What about my breasts? Do you like my tits?" She lifted one of her breasts up with the palm of her hand, as if offering her tit to them to suck. "I love your big breasts," said another man. "What about my pussy? Do you like seeing my pussy? Does it make you hot and horny for me? Does seeing me naked make you want me?" "I definitely want you," said one man. "I'd love to lick your pussy," said one. "I'd love to fuck your pussy," said another. "Actually, to be honest, I'm so terribly horny," she said. "I was wondering if you men would gangbang me." "Gangbang you?" said one. "Seriously?" said another. "We'd love to gangbang you," said the last man. They looked from her to look at one another. Within seconds, with clothes flying everywhere, they were all naked. She led them to the backyard where the trees and the high fence afforded them the privacy to do what they all needed to do to her naked body, what she wanted them to do to her naked body, and what she wanted to do to their naked bodies. Surrounded by the five men, she got down on her knees and with a cock in each hand and a third one in her mouth, she went from man to man sucking as she moved in a circle. Making sure each man had a turn with her mouth, with a cock in each of her hands, while keeping them hard and ready by stroking them, she blew the five men one at a time. Turning into such a cum slut, never has she had so much cum in her mouth, in her hair, across her face, and all over her breasts. Finally, she was feeling relief from her horniness and she couldn't wait until they fucked her, gangbanged her, and had their wicked way with her naked body. Then, when she looked up, her next door neighbor was watching her from his back porch deck. Standing on a chair to see over her backyard fence, he was standing with his pants down around his ankles, while masturbating himself. "If you come over," she said waving to him, "I'll suck your cock and you can fuck me, too." Only, not moving, as if stunned and in shock, her neighbor stood staring without responding. "Would you like me to suck your cock?" "Yes," he said finally. "Would you like to fuck me?" "Oh, I'd love to fuck you, Jenna. Yes, I would," he said pulling up his pants. "Then, come on over and do me," she said with a sexy laugh. "Okay, but give me a minute. I have something on the stove. I'm waiting for my timer to go off," he said with a big smile. "Okay," she said, just as a buzzing sound filled her head. Surprised that she could hear his timer from the backyard, she watched and waited for his arrival. Only, the buzzing sound wasn't her neighbor's timer, it was her alarm clock. Finally, having fallen asleep and gotten the sleep she so desperately needed, she had been dreaming. The first good night's sleep she'd had in weeks, she had slept through the night. The gangbang sexual fantasy she had was so real that she thought it was. She checked her body for semen but there was none. She truly believed she had blown five men but there on her pillow, covered in saliva, she had only blown big Bruno. "Oh, my God. My sister was right. This toy is incredible. I love you big, bad Bruno. You are so very bad," she said while masturbating herself again to orgasm after orgasm. "Who needs a man, when I have big Bruno?" * If you enjoyed the story, please vote. I need the support of your vote. So very many readers don't vote. Please don't forget to vote, make a comment, and/or add me and this story to your favorite lists. Thank you for reading, voting for, and/or making a comment on my story.