Hot Girls Get Naked - The Cat69 Trap

I learned to have sex and took my own virginity with a flute
Author: AnnaSiciliana ( http://ift.tt/1rAdxhN )
Summary: first time, toys, object insertion, virginity, masturbation, teen, young
I've always been curious about sex, as far back as I can remember. I must've started early playing with myself, because my mother kept complaining (jokingly) that she had to remind me not to "touch myself in public", whatever that meant. However, as far as sexual gratification goes, I think I discovered that when I was about 10 or so, noticing how good and relaxed it made me feel to play with my clit, and that it got better the more I did it.
Of course, all the other kids started talking about sex around that time as well, and curious and shy as I was at the time, I didn't participate in their bold (and many times wrong) speculations about what went on between boys and girls. On top of that, I wasn't all that interested in boys anyway.
So I did some researching on my own. An encyclopedia was my first stop, where I got a rather dry, but accurate, description of the reproductive process, from which I learned that something, indeed, was supposed to go inside my vagina. Whether that was pleasant or painful for me was mentioned nowhere in there though, so I stuck with rubbing my clit, since I knew for a fact that it was pleasant.
A while later, I found a few more "educational" books at the local library, all of which didn't make sex sound like it was fun, though. So I reserved that thought for later, thinking it was something that "grown ups" will have to go through to have kids. I didn't want kids at the time though, I just wanted to enjoy myself.
The biggest effect finally had a copy of Playboy magazine which I found, curiously enough, in a stack of my mother's magazines. I snuck it into my room, and kept it under my matress for a while, just to stare at all the beautiful naked women and adore them. My imagination was alive.
I imagined myself in all kinds of situations with them, and what we'd do together, and with one another. And I noticed that these fantasies had a profound impact on me, making me feel hot and wet and made me rub myself excessively, sometimes for hours on end. I learned how to give myself an orgasm that way, even multiple times in a row.
I don't know if my mother ever found out about me and the Playboy, which I eventually returned to her, but by the time I was 11 I regularly went though her things when she wasn't home. Puberty set on fairly early for me, my breasts started growing when I was 10, and by 11 I already had light tufts of hair between my legs and under my arms. I was trying on lingerie or finding some other erotic magazines, all of them quite old, acting like I was one of the girls in them, all grown up and sexy.
From some erotic stories I read there I learned that having a boy's penis inside me wasn't just about having kids, it was also supposed to feel really good, so I started experimenting with that as well, inserting only my finger at first, which gave me some wonderful, different sensations than rubbing myself did.
However, they only went so far, and I instinctively longed for something bigger and longer. A boy was out of the question though; I wasn't interested in them, and as far as I knew, nobody was interested in me. Also, if my mother had any toys in her posession, she managed to hide them better than her magazines, so she wasn't much help in that area either.
So finally, one night when I was 12 or 13 and went though a terribly horny phase, I just searched my room for something, ANYTHING, that I could use to finally push the boundaries and go deeper inside me than I could reach with my fingers. For a moment I even considered pencils, even though they seemed rather thin, even compared to my fingers, when I remembered my flute. I played as a flutist in an orchestra at the time, and the long, silvery smooth instrument was just what I needed.
It seemed to be the right size, a little thicker and of course much longer than my finger, but not as big as to scare me. I began rubbing myself, and trying to push it in, only to notice that this was hard and painful while I was dry. I paused for a moment, while continuing to rub, imagining the blonde playmate with the short hair and large breasts that I saw in one magazine, and which I kinda fell in love with at the time, rubbing her breasts against mine as she was kneeling above me.
I don't know why she stuck with me, as there were a lot of beautiful women in them, but there was something about her that seemed to speak to me. I loved her hair, even though she wasn't even a real blonde, because she had a thick black bush between her legs which, at the time, didn't seem unusual to me. I liked the way she had cut it short, and how she was slightly chubby like myself – I guess you'd call her "curvy" – and how smooth and full and natural her breasts looked.
I could almost feel her nipples as her tits dangled and slapped down on my own, while in my dreams she kissed me and rubbed me herself. I became so hot and turned on by that, feeling my pussy starting to itch and drip as I worked through my orgasm. I ran the flute along my labia, enjoying its keys rattle against my clit as I noticed it getting wet and slick from my juices. The blonde playmate in my dreams was guiding the instrument between my labia and pushed it in again, getting deeper this time, which felt as good as I remembered from my fingers.
I still couldn't get it in as deep as I wanted, and became frustrated. I remembered though that a penis was supposed to go in and out, so I mimicked that movement, slowly at first, then faster, managing to get deeper and deeper inside, until I hit something in there that stopped it.
At first I thought I had reached the "end" of my pussy, even though the flute wasn't even 2 inches inside me, so I sighed and resigned to fuck that small part only, but after a wile I noticed that something tickled me much further in, like an itch I couldn't scratch, and so I thought maybe I'm just too tight and need to relax to get there.
I breathed deeply and calmly, then applied some force to it. By that time I was hot, horny and determined, and the lady in my dreams was working my pussy furiously, wanting to fuck me as hard as she could. So I grabbed the flute with both hands and thrusted it inside, over and over, until suddenly a sharp pain ran through my whole abdomen. I paused and gasped, letting the pain subside as I noticed that the shaft was now considerably deeper in me than anything was ever before. On top of that, my pussy was dripping wet, and running out.
It was dark and I couldn't really see what went on "down there" so when the pain let on, I continued, fucking myself deeper and deeper, until I only had a short piece of flute to hold on to left. It felt glorious, I felt like I was finally a woman, getting fucked like one by the blonde busty playmate in my dreams, who took me hard and merciless, just like I needed it.
I came so hard my pussy gushed all over my bedsheets, which scared me a little and had me turn on the lights to see what a mess I made. I was shocked, and surprised, that not only was there a big wet spot on my sheets, it was also quite red from blood.
For some reason though I didn't draw a connection between the blood and the flute, even though it had red streaks on it as well. I just assumed it was related to my periods, which I have had for several years already, so blood coming out of my pussy was nothing new to me. I hastily cleaned the instrument, having no better means to do it than my tongue, which let me taste my pussy juices stronger than ever before, and when I finally hid it away, I got my mom, acting like I had unwittingly wet my bed in my sleep. She was a little bit surprised at the blood as well, but the menstruation-explanation seemed plausible to her, so she didn't investigate any further.
After that I learned to be more careful and keep lots of paper towels handy when I made use of the flute, which I did frequently from then on.

AnnaSici