Another "First Time" Masturbation

The masturbatory fantasies I had, and still have during my period are sharper in contrast to those I have just before I come on. There is an edge to them, but they seem to start the same way. 

This time, I just let myself wander around my room, picking up and discarding items of clothing (strange how I always masturbated clothed back then.) finally settling on a pair of pale green cotton panties, my trusty trainer bra, but I also find a strong desire to wear pantyhose. 

I love the feeling of the nylon and the seam, nestling in the V of my pussy. I remember I used to pull my pantihose up really tight sometimes, and enjoy the ‘burn’ against my clitty. 

Again, I pause and listen to my body. What do I want? What images in my head...what do I want to do physically. I decide no vibrator, and certainly no peeing today. (Strange, in between periods, deliberately wetting myself is intensely erotic, but during my time of the month, it leaves me cold. 

I’ve showered as before, but I haven’t put a tampon in. Instead, I’m using a napkin, just like I used to. 

I feel the bulk of it in my panties and realise, yes, that’s what I want. 

I lie on the bed, one leg bent and one straight, and idly stroke my breasts through the soft cottton of the training bra. I’ve learned to let my mind just wander. It nearly always settles on a fantasy that will get me off. 

How long? An hour, maybe longer. I just lie there, luxuriating in the sensations and the erotic snapshots my brain provides. I’m thinking in little flights of fancy, like a butterfly dancing from flower to flower. 

Then, something seems to clear in my mind. I imagine I’m with an older man. He has followed me as I walked from school, and when I took a short cut through the park, he has grabbed me and take me into the forest. I’m scared, but there’s a warmth to it. He tells me, in a thick Russian accent that he won’t touch me if I do what he says. He has made me strip down to my underwear.

i feel his eyes roving over my body, and deep inside, instead of fear or loathing, and immense sense of power wells up. He needs to see me. I have something he needs. 

I slip my bra strap down and tease my breast out, “Here. Is that what you want to see?” He grunts approvingly. I can see he is hard, his dick tents his pants. Now, I know with an absolute certainty that I am in charge, not him. 

I sit on a log, and slowly, deliberately spread my knees. His eyes flicker down from my exposed breast to my crotch and his gaze is like the first touch of a vibrator. I feel a flood leave my hole, but whether it is pussy juice or blood, I don’t know, or care.

I find my voice and tell him “You can’t fuck me. For one, I’m too young, for another, Ive got my period. But....you can watch me if you like.” 

Back on my bed, I’ve opened my legs wide and have exposed my left boob. I feel deliciously naughty. I can feel the sanitary towel between my legs which adds to the feelings somehow. 

I slip my hand under my pantyhose. Down, down, agonisingly slowly, until it slips into my panties. I look at his eyes, they are wide, dilated, desperate with desire. “I’m touching myself. I do it at night sometimes. I like to pretend someone is watching me...just like you are. Do you like watching me play with myself?” 

I realise, I am saying this out loud in my bedroom. My voice has taken on a light, innocent quality. My head reminds me of the fact that when I swore as a teenager it felt so naughty, so dirty. 

“I’m touching my cunt. I’m rubbing my clit in small circles. It’s making me feel......horny....dirty.....like a....fucking slut.”

i pause. “Get your dick out. I want to see you play with yourself.” In my mind, he fumbles with his pants. He is so excited he can barely control his fingers. The zipper eventually gives way and his erection springs out. I look at it in amazement. I can’t imagine how something that big could ever fit inside any girl. I can’t even use tampons yet. 

He begins to rub his dick in long slow movements. I tear my pantyhose open. I feel the fresh air kiss my inner thighs, “look. You can see my panties. I would show him more, but I’m embarrassed. My breathing is deep and rapid, and I know I’m going to cum.

”im going to cum in my panties, Mister. I want you to cum too.” He mutters something in Russian that I don’t understand. He stands up, but doesn’t come closer. He stands there,his legs apart and his huge dick in his hand. 

It seems to me I spread my legs wider, showing him more of the crotch of my panties. I’m almost there. 

With his head thrown back,he grunts and a jet of white stuff arches from his dick and splashes on my inner thighs and panty crotch. I instantly know this is sperm, and it triggers my own cum. 

Back on my bed, I’m convulsing strongly, crying out it’s each contraction and muttering obscenities. 

I feel a squirt, then another, then a much longer one, but the pad is there to take care of that. 

I realise I have ripped my pantyhose in real life as well as in my fantasy. 

Oh well.

whats a girl to do?