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  Fortunately I never had the slightest feelings of guilt over
masturbation.  It as something I found that I liked and explored its possibilities with
great determination.  I am now nineteen and have been masturbating regularly since I
was 13, and a number of my girlfriends are the same and admit the habit, not only
amongst themselves but to various boyfriends when they ask.  All boys are very
interested in female masturbation, and once the subject has been broached, will generally
plague a girl until she explains her technique.  I have wanked myself to a climax in front
of at least a dozen of my boyfriends at their request.
  For a number of years, my only method was direct stimulation of the clitoris, my
inner lips or running the complete genital area along the edge of a chair, seat, table or
bicycle saddle, or something of this nature.  I have always been very sensitive, and find
I can achieve a climax in a shorter time than most girls that I know, not only by self
stimulation but also when a penis is inserted into me.  This makes me very popular
among the boys, even those that cannot hold back for any length of time produce a
satisfying orgasm, and those with ability, quite a number.  I am sure that my continual
masturbation has helped me in this respect to obtain great sensitivity, and also more
pleasure from the usual sex act.
  In the last two years, my masturbation habits have changed, and when the
opportunity arises, I now favour using various objects which I can introduce into my
vagina.  Originally, I made do with all the usual things that come to hand in a house or
could be obtained easily, bananas, carrots, parsnips, cucumbers - all inside a strong
condom and liberally lubricated with a proprietary brand of lubricant.  The high degree
of lubrication was necessary because I found that I get the greatest thrill from using
objects of considerable girth and I had to use appreciable force to make them enter my
vagina, and although I produce copious fluid myself, it was possible to induce soreness
of the vaginal tract.  Quite often, I introduce something of such a size into my vagina
that it takes me minutes to ease it all in, I am stretched to the extreme, and it would
cause me considerable pain to push it in and out.  When I can take no more, I play with
my distended clitoris and produce an explosive orgasm.  After a few minutes rest and
further massage of my clitoris, I can come again and often I can make myself climax a
dozen times before I remove my dildo, a very satisfied girl.
       A piece of luck put me into the position that I could afford a real super dildo. 
I sent away for the biggest one that I saw in the catalogue.  Its girth is impressive, and
the length king size, longer than any I have seen.  The girth stretches me to the degree
that I want, but I cannot take the whole length.

       I went on holiday to Cornwall with a couple of friends and since the general idea
was to fuck our brains out for a couple of weeks, we hired the biggest caravan we could
get, and bought a good supply of condoms even though two of us were on the Pill.  We
reckoned a dozen each should see us through, but by the end of the first week we were
beginning to wonder where all the red-blooded men were.  I'm not boasting or anything
but if I walk past a building site in a tight jumper and skirt I get a fair bit of attention. 
So do Sue and Jackie.  But there we were, strolling around in as little as we could wear
without being arrested, and nothing was happening.  Tell a lie - Jackie got off with a guy
at the disco.  The others all seemed to be spoke for, or more interested in seeing who
could drink the most lager.  She needn't have bothered.  She's pretty stacked, and she
was giving him a bit of preliminary stimulation in the back of his car when he came all
over her boobs.  He didn't even get her knickers off.   We were on our way home from
doing some shopping one afternoon when things started looking up, although we didn't
realise it at first because we were too busy laughing about something that had happened
at the greengrocer's.  Sue was going to make a salad and she'd held up this cucumber
and asked the assistant where you put the batteries.  We were all still giggling about it
when we heard a wolf whistle, and two minutes later we were sitting in a pub garden
with three highly fanciable blokes who were on a camping tour with their motorbikes. 
Real butch, they were - all tight tee shirts and jeans and black leather jackets.  We'd
cracked it at last, or so we thought.
       We sat on the grass with our drinks because all the seats were occupied, and it
was quite interesting to see how men react to the way girls dress.  Jackie was in a tee
shirt and denim shorts made from an old pair of jeans, showing half her bum and
heaving about all over the place because none of us had bothered to wear a bra.  I was
wearing a sweat shirt and the bottom half of a tiny bikini and Sue was a bit more decent
in a thin summer dress.  Being blonde and fair skinned, she hadn't been lying in the sun
as much as us, and she'd put on a pair of stockings when we went out because her legs
looked so pale compared to ours.  Jackie and I were very nearly flashing our pussies
when we raised our knees, but it was Sue's stocking tops that were getting all the
attention.
       That was no problem, because we could soon slip into some naughty gear once
we got them back to the caravan if that's what they wanted.  We had a few drinks and
threw out some broad hints that went down like lead balloons, and our worst suspicions
were confirmed.  Oh no, they weren't gay, they were just pissed out of their tiny minds. 
 When we made for the van, we only had one of them in tow.  One of his mates had
fallen asleep on the grass in front of us and the other had staggered off in the general
direction of the bog and disappeared completely.  Can you believe it?  I mean we're not
talking about them missing out on a quickie.  We were already fired up without the
booze they'd forced on us, and I have no doubt at all it would have turned into a real
orgy.  Now it was a case of all for one and one for all, and Pete - I think that was his
name - stood a good chance of being eaten alive.
       He very nearly was, too.  We had him stripped off and flat on is back on the bed
before he knew what had hit him.  When he said he felt sick, we quickly got him dressed
again and Sue and I escorted him off the premises and far enough away not to find his
way back.  We felt pretty sick ourselves, but not for the same reason.  Jackie was lying
on her bed with her back to us when we went in, leaning on one elbow and looking for
all the world as if she were sulking.  Then she rolled onto her back and said, "Who's
first?" and we nearly wet ourselves.  She had the cucumber poking out of the fly of her
shorts with a condom tightly stretched over it!
       It was hilarious.  We had a Polaroid with us because we were hoping to take some
souvenirs home, but we never thought we'd be taking pictures like that.  Sue sat next to
her and posed with her hand wrapped around it, and Jackie closed her eyes and
pretended to be gasping in pleasure while Sue wanked it.  I took a couple of snaps and
Jackie opened her eyes.  There was a very peculiar look in them, and her boobs seemed
to be trying to burst out of her T-shirt as she breathed.  Sue fell in before I did.  Her
hand began to move again, but she wasn't rubbing the makeshift cock - she was rubbing
Jackie with it.  It was shoved down the front of her panties and it must have been right
between her pussy lips.  Jackie closed her eyes again and her breathing got deeper still
as she put her hand on Sue's wrist and changed the angle slightly.  After a while she
whispered in a husky voice that she was beginning to feel a bit lonely.  Sue and I looked
at each other, and I shrugged and slipped my bikini panties off.  Then I stretched out on
the bed beside them.
       I didn't actually touch myself yet because I was feeling a bit self-conscious and
Sue hadn't made a move at all.  When she did, it wasn't quite the one I expected.  She
stopped what she was doing and reached out for a jar of skin cream, and then she
whipped up her dress and slopped a dollop of it on her pussy.  I very nearly pinched
myself to see if I was awake.  Jackie was sitting there with a little smile on her face,
gently working the end of a cucumber with a condom on it against her slit while Sue gave
herself a thoroughly sloppy massage, and I was lying with a hand clamped between my
thighs wondering what the hell was going to happen next.  What happened was that Sue
scooped another dollop of skin cream and slapped it onto the condom, giggling that she'd
try anything once.  When she'd finished lubricating the thing she looked up at Jackie and
said, "Well, it was your idea!"
       Jackie laughed nervously and said she'd never be able to take it, and Sue tore her
dress off and told her she was bloody well going to try because she was badly in need of
a fuck.  Then she pushed Jackie on to  her back and climbed astride her without even
bothering to take her stockings and suspenders off.  She actually managed to take a bit
of it before Jackie complained that it wasn't doing much for her in that position, and Sue
climbed off and had a little think.  Then she got down on her knees on the floor, flopped
forward  on to the bed, and told Jackie to get behind her.  This I had to see, and I sat
on a chair biting my knuckles as Sue put both hands down and stretched her pussy wide. 
Jackie had her own end right underneath herself, with the rest of it poking out
horizontally, and once it started going in she didn't even have to hold it because it was
sort of jammed there by her panties and shorts.
       Until then it had been a bit of a laugh, but the jokes and giggling had stopped
quite suddenly.  At first I thought I couldn't possibly take it and it was simply sliding
further under Jackie but then I realised that there wasn't as much of the condom
showing as before.  Even if I hadn't noticed that, Sue was making it fairly obvious.  I
couldn't see her face, but she was moaning and gripping the bedclothes with both hands. 
Jackie was panting like a dog on a hot day, and her tee shirt looked as if it might tear
under the pressure.  She was holding Sue's hips, sort of pulling her onto it, and Sue
squealed at her to keep still for a minute.  Jackie didn't seem to able to.  Sue groaned
at her again, and Jackie put her hand down to hold it still and began to pump herself
against it.  Then she let go of it for a moment to drag her tee shirt off.
       As I said, she has a real pair of melons, and their nipples were all tight and
puckered.  She closed her eyes and started caressing and squeezing them with one hand
while she held the thing in place with the other and humped at it.  Sue gasped that she
hoped I wasn't just sitting there watching them.  I'd got a couple of fingers up myself and
my legs were so tightly clamped together you'd have needed a crowbar to get them apart. 
Jackie looked over her shoulder with her bleary eyes and said I wasn't doing much, which
seemed to irritate them both.  I suppose they felt the way you do at a party when you're
pissed and somebody who's sober is looking down their nose at you!
       They were both staring at me expectantly, and in the end I had to force myself
to part my legs and show them I wasn't being a snob - in the cold light of day it sounds
awful, but that wasn't how it seemed at the time.  All the same, I felt a bit out of things,
and I peeled off my sweatshirt and joined them on the bed.  I was lying full length on
it, with Sue about halfway down at right angles to me.  Her face was flushed and she was
panting as though she'd just sprinted around the caravan park.  Her eye make-up was all
smudged as if her eyes had been watering, and the moment I got there she let go of the
bedclothes and grabbed my leg, which worried me a bit until I realised she only wanted
something to hold on to.  Jackie gave another heave, and Sue screeched, "No more!" and
gripped my thigh.  Although I was almost as carried away as them by now, I felt a bit
embarrassed about finger-fucking myself with her face so near my pussy, and I'd switched
to my clitoris.  Sue opened her eyes and frowned at me, and I stopped.
       She gasped at me to carry on because she'd never seen anybody doing it like that,
which shook me a bit.  I was surprised that she'd ever seen anybody doing it at all, and
I even wondered what I was doing wrong, which was pretty stupid.  It's not a case of right
or wrong, but what you like, right?  My clit is almost unbearably sensitive, and I very
rarely touch it directly.  I use the V-sign method - two fingers, one either side of my lips
and squeezing them together as I rub - it suits me and that's what counts.  I felt really
self-conscious but Sue had more important things to worry about, and she stopped
watching me after a while and rested her face on my thigh.  Her reactions weren't quite
so extreme as before, even though Jackie was humping quite hard by now, and I couldn't
quite work out what was happening at first.  I mean, Sue had something up her that was
a lot more substantial than the average cock and she was lying there as if she was
enjoying a quite normal fuck.
       It was the way Jackie was behaving that gave me a clue.  She was snorting through
her nostrils and her boobs were jiggling and shining with perspiration.  She looked for
all the world as if she was getting more out of it than Sue.  Then I understood.  She was. 
She had both hands on Sue's bottom, so she wasn't holding it steady between her own
legs any more.  Sue had such a pussy-full that she was keeping it still while Jackie
worked her own against it.
       Now and then Sue squealed and she even bit my thigh, but it was Jackie who was
getting her rocks off despite the size of the thing and the fact that she didn't actually
have it up herself.  She kept leaning forward as she pumped, so it must have been sort
of slotted between her lips and rubbing directly against her clitoris.  It made me shudder
to think about it because I couldn't have stood more than one or two strokes like that,
but Jackie's obviously wasn't as sensitive as mine.  That didn't mean that she wasn't
getting there fast though.
       Sue began to squeak a bit as Jackie got more carried away, but she seemed to be
sucking my leg rather than biting it even though I felt her teeth occasionally.  It sounds
quite disgusting but my thigh was all wet from her saliva and it didn't bother me at all
because my pussy was probably dribbling more than her mouth by now - I was nowhere
near as far gone as Jackie, but I was feeling pretty passionate.  When Jackie wailed that
she was coming and went into a frenzy I stopped frigging for some reason and looked
at her.  Sue groaned and gripped my leg harder and for a moment I thought she was
coming too, but she wasn't.  Jackie jerked and shuddered, and then she fell forward on
top of Sue, who raised her head and screeched at her to take it easy.  I think she'd just
taken a little bit more than her pussy was designed for and it quite literally brought the
tears to her eyes.  Jackie looked as if she was in even more agony, though.  Her face was
all screwed up and was squealing, "I'm coming!" over and over again.  Then she stopped
and bit her lip for a final shudder before disentangling herself and rolling onto her back.
       She looked thoroughly drained and it was obvious she wouldn't be able to go back
to fucking for a while yet.  Sue looked at me and I shook my head.  It wasn't that I was
unwilling on principle, just that it wouldn't have worked.  I was naked, and Jackie had
only managed it because she'd been able to jam the thing in place with her panties and
shorts.  Besides, I simply couldn't have stood all that friction on my clitoris.  Sue eased
herself very gingerly onto the bed and lay beside me, flinching as she raised her knees
and put them together.  I had mine together because I'd stopped diddling, but she had
something I didn't have, and she was squeezing it between her thighs and very nearly
sobbing with frustration.  I'm sure she was on the point of throwing her legs apart to give
herself a shafting when Jackie sighed and sat up.  I suppose it would have been
superfluous for Sue to ask if she wanted her to do it for her and she didn't say anything
at all.  She just sat on her haunches halfway down the bed and reached out a hand.
       Sue parted her legs and I saw it properly at last.  It was almost halfway up her
and the condom wasn't visible at all until Jackie eased it  out a little.  She pushed it back
in quite hard and Sue groaned and told her to be more careful.  Jackie began to shaft
her gently, moving it only an inch or so, and Sue grabbed my hands as she lay back. 
That wasn't very convenient, because I needed that hand now that things had started up
again.  I assumed she'd let go if I moved it across to my pussy, but she thought I wanted
her to touch me up, and I jolted and pushed her hands away when she delved between
my lips and snagged my clitoris with her fingernail.  She got the message and gripped my
thigh instead, moaning and closing her eyes as Jackie worked on her, and I settled back
to stroke myself.  Strangely enough, I felt embarrassed and I couldn't relax and close my
eyes like her - Jackie seemed to be interested in my technique too and she was staring
straight between my legs.
       Jackie put her other hand down and felt for Sue's clit.  When she found it and
started rubbing, Sue sighed and casually stopped her by taking hold of her wrist. 
Whether it did anything for her or not, she didn't want it, and she jerked her pelvis at
Jackie to show her what she did want.  It happened to coincide with a thrust from the
other direction, and she gasped and dug her fingernails into my thigh.  I'm pretty sure
she'd drifted right off into a fantasy, and she wasn't really conscious of what was actually
happening.  In her mind, she was being screwed by a man with a cock like ... well, a
cucumber, I suppose!
       I found myself envying her, because I just couldn't let myself go to that extent. 
Despite being highly aroused, I was still almost half-heartedly massaging myself, and I
badly needed something to take the brakes off so I could really go for it.  Jackie seemed
to understand that and she moved around so she was sitting between Sue and me.  I
didn't have a clue what was on her mind until the fingers of her free hand had a blob
of skin cream on them and she was waving them in the general direction of my pussy. 
I wouldn't let her do it at first, but the argument disturbed Sue's concentration and she
snapped at me not to spoil everything.  At first I simply shut my eyes tight and didn't do
anything to help, but all those slippery fingers probing at me soon had an effect, and I
found myself holding my lips apart for them.  When I opened my eyes and looked down,
I was appalled.  My pussy was so ripe that she wasn't so much finger-fucking me as hand-
fucking me.  She had all four fingers up me and she was wiggling her thumb around and
trying to get that in too.  I'm not saying that I didn't like it because I did.  I had the
same deliciously full feeling as Sue must have had, but it just didn't seem right somehow. 
Jackie must have thought I was a real spoilsport when I shoved her hand away, and my
pussy wasn't too happy about it either.  I was seriously considering giving it all up as a
bad job when Jackie had yet another brainwave.  She left Sue humping at thin air and
complaining something rotten while she moved off the bed, and when she came back she
had another condom in her hand.  Sue stared down between her legs as Jackie unrolled
it on the other end of the cucumber, and when she realised, she spluttered and put her
hand on her stomach as if it hurt when she laughed.  I realised what Jackie had in mind,
but I didn't see how we could possibly do it.  And what was the condom for?  She said
that she could personally vouch for the fact that the skin was a bit rough and it would
make things easier.  Then she slapped some skin cream on the condom for good
measure, and the fun started.
       Have you ever tired to bend a cucumber without breaking it?  I suppose the
sensible thing would have been to cut it in two and have half each, but Jackie reckoned
that where there was a will there was a way.  She was right but even Sue had stopped
complaining and started giggling again before we found it.  She was still on her back, but
now she held her legs together and Jackie was holding them straight up in the air.  I was
on my back too, with my legs apart on either side of her and our pussies facing each
other.  All it needed was a bit of wiggling and shuffling and I felt the thing nudging
between my lips.  Jackie gave me a hand and before I knew it I was thoroughly impaled
and Sue was lowering her legs and resting them on top of mine.  I had the thinnest end
but it still felt enormous, and when she started heaving I thought she'd do me a damage. 
I couldn't believe it - I felt as if I was being screwed by Goliath, but I had my arms
wrapped around a pair of legs in stockings.
       That didn't last long, because Sue seemed to be in her element, and she was
beginning to hump hard.  For me, it was too much and not enough at the same time, but
I think you'd need to be a woman to understand what I mean.  I held onto one of her
legs and put my hand down for a massage, and I found that all I needed to do was
squeeze the top of my lips together and let her do the work.  Jackie seemed to be
enjoying herself too - she was urging us on like a slave driver, and I'm sure she would
have been cracking her whip if she'd had one.  At first we'd almost been fighting against
each other to get the best angle, but we soon discovered that cooperation was the order
of the day.  Jackie kept telling us that we had to come together, and we just took her
word for it and started gasping progress reports at each other.  I decided that I'd let Sue
take the initiative for the final burst while I finished myself off manually, and for once
everything went more or less to plan.
       She screeched that she was coming and snapped her legs together, and I rubbed
furiously to catch up.  Then we just held on to each others legs as we went over the top. 
One of my spasms was so powerful that I had to pull away so my pussy could clench for
the next one and I think the same thing happened to Sue.  She yanked her end out too
and we finished without it.  There was only one thing that bothered me.  I'm still not
certain that the condoms were in shreds as a result of being used on something so rough
and knobbly or whether the hand cream did something to them.  One thing's for sure -
I'm not going to use any artificial lubrication with a man, because I'm the one who's not
on the Pill.  We pulled some real men eventually, but it was nothing to write home
about, so the next time I go on holiday, I'll make sure my vibrator goes with me.
       A cucumber is all very well in a tight spot ... Oh dear, did I really say that? 
Anyway you know what I mean.