crawled on her bed, she heard the air conditioner began to rumble. In a few second seconds, cool air blew out of the vent, adding to the orchestra of little sensations.
Rolling on her back, she spread her legs and twisted the vibrator on. It shook in her palm and she felt the heat gathering in her sex. The wet slickness seemed to boil inside her and memories of the last few hours washed across her mind.
She brought it down to her clit and let out a louder moan. Her toes curled as she dragged it through the curls of her pubic hair and along the sensitive folds of her sex.
The smell of her excitement surrounded her, blending in with the perfume of her room and the dust from the blanket. It was a heady mixture and she pushed her fingers around the vibrator to find her opening. With two fingers, she fingered herself with hard, short strokes.
With vibrations shaking her and fingers plunging, she brought back the memories of her boyfriends: the cocks and fingers pressing against her sex, the fumbling with her jeans in the back of the gymnasium, and even the steamy kisses to heat up before braving the winter cold. There were a thousand little memories that turned her on and she only needed one good flash to set off the orgasm boiling inside her.
But, hours of dwelling on her memories had dulled them and sapped the excitement. She felt the heat growing inside her, and the sounds of her wet fingers echoed against the walls to prove it, but nothing pushed her over the crest of an orgasm. Whimpering, she added a third finger to her pussy, pumping fast enough to feel her juices dribbling between the gaps of her palm and her aching sex.
She found a memory that wasn’t worn smooth. As she strove to remember the feel of her boyfriend, an ex-boyfriend now, and his cock against her ass, the warmth of an orgasm began to spread along her limbs. She felt her muscles tensing with anticipation and the wet slurping increasing until her thighs were soaked with her juices.
Christina panted and whimpered. She pulled her head off the bed as she drove into herself, pumping with hard, desperate strokes.
And then the garage door squealed open.
“Fuck!” She tensed as she felt the orgasm slipping away. With a whimper, she tried to focus on the memories. Her wrist hurt from trying to push herself to a crest. It felt good, as did the vibrator, but the moment had passed.
Slumping back, Christina sighed. “Damn it, Daddy, why did you have to come early?”
She fought frustration and the knife edge of pleasure still inside her. She needed an orgasm, badly, but there was no way she could do it with her father coming through the door.
Dressing quickly, she hid the vibrator underneath her mattress for that night and, hopefully, a powerful orgasm with her screaming into a pillow. She went into the bathroom to wash her hands. It wouldn’t be good for her to smell like sex.
She started to leave the bathroom, but then pressed the lever to flush the toilet. And then remembered she had to wash her hands again to continue the ruse. With a blush on her cheeks, she took a cursory pass with the soap before finishing up.
“Honey?”
Christina wiped her hands dry and headed into the hall as her father came up the stairs. “Daddy!”
“Welcome home!” He pulled her into a tight hug. He wasn’t anything to brag to her friends, balding and somewhat fat, but there was no question that he always smiled when she came into the room.
Together, they went downstairs and Christina lost herself in the idle conversations of school, home, and everything between. Though, nothing could stop her from feeling the edge of hunger between her thighs and a desperate need to have an orgasm.
Chapter 2
Chance Encounter
Smiling, Christina strolled along the side of the mall with her dad. A bag with two new outfits tugged on her fingers, but he was already carrying three others after insisting that she needed to go clothes shopping. It was like the days before she went to
Rolling on her back, she spread her legs and twisted the vibrator on. It shook in her palm and she felt the heat gathering in her sex. The wet slickness seemed to boil inside her and memories of the last few hours washed across her mind.
She brought it down to her clit and let out a louder moan. Her toes curled as she dragged it through the curls of her pubic hair and along the sensitive folds of her sex.
The smell of her excitement surrounded her, blending in with the perfume of her room and the dust from the blanket. It was a heady mixture and she pushed her fingers around the vibrator to find her opening. With two fingers, she fingered herself with hard, short strokes.
With vibrations shaking her and fingers plunging, she brought back the memories of her boyfriends: the cocks and fingers pressing against her sex, the fumbling with her jeans in the back of the gymnasium, and even the steamy kisses to heat up before braving the winter cold. There were a thousand little memories that turned her on and she only needed one good flash to set off the orgasm boiling inside her.
But, hours of dwelling on her memories had dulled them and sapped the excitement. She felt the heat growing inside her, and the sounds of her wet fingers echoed against the walls to prove it, but nothing pushed her over the crest of an orgasm. Whimpering, she added a third finger to her pussy, pumping fast enough to feel her juices dribbling between the gaps of her palm and her aching sex.
She found a memory that wasn’t worn smooth. As she strove to remember the feel of her boyfriend, an ex-boyfriend now, and his cock against her ass, the warmth of an orgasm began to spread along her limbs. She felt her muscles tensing with anticipation and the wet slurping increasing until her thighs were soaked with her juices.
Christina panted and whimpered. She pulled her head off the bed as she drove into herself, pumping with hard, desperate strokes.
And then the garage door squealed open.
“Fuck!” She tensed as she felt the orgasm slipping away. With a whimper, she tried to focus on the memories. Her wrist hurt from trying to push herself to a crest. It felt good, as did the vibrator, but the moment had passed.
Slumping back, Christina sighed. “Damn it, Daddy, why did you have to come early?”
She fought frustration and the knife edge of pleasure still inside her. She needed an orgasm, badly, but there was no way she could do it with her father coming through the door.
Dressing quickly, she hid the vibrator underneath her mattress for that night and, hopefully, a powerful orgasm with her screaming into a pillow. She went into the bathroom to wash her hands. It wouldn’t be good for her to smell like sex.
She started to leave the bathroom, but then pressed the lever to flush the toilet. And then remembered she had to wash her hands again to continue the ruse. With a blush on her cheeks, she took a cursory pass with the soap before finishing up.
“Honey?”
Christina wiped her hands dry and headed into the hall as her father came up the stairs. “Daddy!”
“Welcome home!” He pulled her into a tight hug. He wasn’t anything to brag to her friends, balding and somewhat fat, but there was no question that he always smiled when she came into the room.
Together, they went downstairs and Christina lost herself in the idle conversations of school, home, and everything between. Though, nothing could stop her from feeling the edge of hunger between her thighs and a desperate need to have an orgasm.
Chapter 2
Chance Encounter
Smiling, Christina strolled along the side of the mall with her dad. A bag with two new outfits tugged on her fingers, but he was already carrying three others after insisting that she needed to go clothes shopping. It was like the days before she went to
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