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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Me, Myself, and Everybody Else (MFF-mast, bi, teens, voy) by Dirty Old Man (jman46554@hotmail.com) *** The thought of a fifteen-year-old boy as he masturbates. with a surprise ending. *** The sun burst through the thin curtains of my bedroom, brightly illuminating another wonderful early summer day. I lay on my back as I slowly regained consciousness. Rolling around on my bed, I enjoyed the feel of the cool sheets on my naked, 15-year-old skin. I had been sleeping nude for several months, but no one had found out about it. I was afraid my mom would think I was some kind of a pervert. My cock was already lengthening when I woke, and it continued to harden as I rolled in the sheets. Suddenly, the urge hit. I grabbed the edge of the sheet and wrapped myself in it. There is little I like better than a morning whack-off session, I said to myself as my left hand wormed its way under the sheet and against my hardening cock. I like to thrust against my hand as I lay on my bed. I thought it felt more like real fucking. My hips began their rhythmic rising and lowering. My cock glided effortlessly against the cool, smooth sheets, held in place by my left hand. I thought about my normal jerk- off partners: Britney Spears. Mm, I thought, I'd love to have her in the sack with me. Or maybe Christina Aguillera. I licked my lips. Avril Levigne. Images of Beyonce Knowles flashed through my mind. Monica. Now there's a luscious lady, I thought. My cock slid along my sheets, the delicious friction gradually built up along my 7" cock. I liked Monica. As my hips rotated, humping up and down on my bed, I saw with my mind's eye Monica and me having hot, passionate sex. She was pretty. Oh, she was hot! Her skin was so soft. Her cunt was wet. Blond hair curled around her soft, white skin. "Oh, God, Jeff! You're so big," she moaned. I kissed her softly on her lips. I could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building in my loins. I thrust a couple more times, groaning, "Monica, I love you!" Suddenly, I rolled over and threw the sheets are far off of me as I could. Oh, God, no, I cried silently. Not again! I was masturbating to my cousin Monica again! Not the singer, but my own 14-year-old cousin! I'm not weird. I don't want to fuck my own cousin! Granted, she's definitely a pretty girl. But I don't want to fuck my own cousin! That's just too weird! But she does have nice tits, I thought. No, no, no, I thought, a thousand times no! Not my own cousin! I sat on the edge of my bed, my unsatisfied cock throbbing in my crotch. But I wouldn't touch it. I won't have those thoughts about Monica. I don't want to fuck my cousin! OK. If I'm honest, I want to fuck her. I want to bang her bones, fuck her silly, fill her to overflowing with my sperm. But, I don't want to. We are cousins, and that's just weird. I got up and made my bed. My cock was still hard, and I got a kick out of hanging the sheet on it. After straightening my room, still naked, I sat on my bed. My cock was still hard, and it bounced with every movement I made. I'm horny, and I need release, I said to myself. Reaching between my mattress and box springs, I pulled out the fuck magazine my best friend Ryan gave me. He'd snitched it from his older brother. It had pictures of a couple fucking. Real fucking. Pictures of his cock in her mouth. His tongue on her clit. And best of all, his prick balls-deep in her pussy! They were really fucking! I didn't even think pictures like this could be made! Prostitution laws, and all that. I thought she was fucking for money, which made it prostitution. Ryan assured me it wasn't, and even if it was, I wasn't prostituting myself, and I wasn't breaking any law, so why should I give a damn. He was right, as usual. I flipped through the magazine. She was a pretty blond girl, and he was a studly, dark- haired guy with a big boner. Finally, I chanced upon a picture I really liked. My cock bounced up at the sight of it. She was kneeling on a bed, and he stood behind her, plowing his hard cock up her ass. Her medium-sized tits swung under her like some cow's udder, but I didn't care. The picture was HOT! HOT! HOT! The guy had one foot on the floor, and his other knee on the bed. I laid the magazine on my bed, and copied his stance. Grabbing my hard, throbbing cock, which now looked bigger than ever, I stroked it. More precisely, I held my hand still, and thrust my hips forward and back, sliding my cock through my balled-up fist. Looking at the picture again, I imagined myself as the lucky guy. My cock sliding in and out of that nice, shapely ass. I moaned, liking the sensation. God, this felt good, I said. Ryan's ass is nice and tight. My hand gripped my cock securely. The sensations built. In my mind's eye, I was fucking, again. I held Ryan's hips firmly as my cock slid in and out of his asshole. We were both moaning loudly. Once I came, I knew we'd change positions, and he'd fuck me up the ass. Wait a minute! I cried, releasing my cock again. I spun around and lay on my back on my bed. I'm not queer, I insisted to myself. I don't want to fuck Ryan. We've had circle jerks, and other masturbation games. We've even compared our cocks. But, we are not queer. As I lay there on my bed, worrying about my sexuality, my hands, as if with minds of their own, glided down my body. Almost without thinking, I grasped my cock and slowly massaged it. My hands slipped up and down the length. My mind landed on another stroking partner. My 14-year-old sister. Jenny straddled me, impaling herself on my turgid member. I gasped at how tight her little pussy was, and at how wet. It wasn't the first time I'd thought about my little sister while shaking hands with the bishop, and once again, I tried to stop. But I couldn't. I was too close to coming. My hand glided up and down my turgid member while in my mind's eye, it was my little sister who was making those wonderful sensations on me. My other hand cupped my balls, gently squeezing my nuts. In my minds, my sexy little sister groaned, juice from her cunt soaking my pubic hair. She rubbed her large tits gently, teasing her nipples. I had actually seen Jenny's tits a few weeks earlier. I had walked in on her and Monica changing. Monica had a shirt and shorts on, but all Jenny had on was a pair of blue jeans. Her tits were large, and firm, and looked delectable. I didn't get a good eyeful, but I saw enough. I'd jerked off to her then, too. My hand slid up and down my spit-slickened cock faster and faster. A finger on my other hand swirled the head of my cock, lubricating it with the drop of precum that had formed. In my fantasies, Jenny moaned, which I did aloud. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut there, "Oh, God!" I moaned quietly. I mumbled Jenny's name incoherently while I mentally squeezed her tits and pinched her hard nipples. "I love Big Brother's big, hard cock," she whispered in my ear in my fantasy. That was all it took. It was all over. Waves of pleasure broke over me, washing away all the feelings of guilt I had for masturbating over my little sister. I arched my back and groaned loudly. My balls constricted, as white hot cum burst from my spasming cock. Shot after shot exploded from my churning balls. All I was aware of was the delicious sensations short-circuiting my brain. My body felt like it was on fire, and my cock was the fire hose trying valiantly to put out the blaze. Finally, the spasms subsided. I relaxed, releasing my drooping cock, and laid back on my bed. Several puddles of sticky cum cooled on my chest and belly, and several more dotted my comforter. With a sigh, I rolled over and cleaned myself off with an old sock. *** What Jeff didn't hear was the door to his bedroom quietly click shut, and the shuffle of feet down the hall, or the door to the other bedroom silently close. Monica giggled as soon as the door clicked shut. "That was so cool!" she snickered. "Shhhh! He'll hear you," Jenny whispered. She turned her back and surreptitiously touched her throbbing clit. She needed to give it some attention, and soon, she decided. She turned back to her cousin in time to see her touching herself, too. "He doesn't know it, but he's been giving me a show at least twice a week since spring break." "You're kidding!" Jenny shook his head. "His bedroom is between my room and the bathroom. One morning during spring break, I was going to the bathroom, I heard him moan. So I peeked. And there he was, whacking away!" "Do you think he thinks about anybody when he's doing that?" "How the hell should I know?" Jenny laughed. Then, she shrugged. "Probably. I've heard guys say they think about girls when they're doing that." Monica scratched her ear, and gently touched her nipple through her nightie. An electric shock went through her at her own touch. "I wonder who he thinks about." Jenny shrugged, sitting on the bed, surreptitiously rubbing her cunt. "I don't know. Probably one of the girls in school. God knows I think about Rod Callahan when I'm rub..." She instantly shut up and stared at her cousin. Monica giggled self-consciously for a moment. "I've got a list of guys I think about," she giggled after a silent moment. "Me, too!" Both girls stayed silent for a moment. Suddenly, Monica slipped her hand under her nightie. "Oh, shit, am I wet!" she exclaimed. Jenny and Monica looked at each other for a moment, and then, together, cried, "Fuck it!" Their nightgowns and panties flew around the room, and they both collapsed on Jenny's bed next each other. Each girl had her hand in her own cunt, rubbing and probing. *** A few minutes later, when they were finished, neither one of them heard the door to Jenny's bedroom quietly click shut, nor a pair of feet shuffle down the hall. They did hear quiet moans emanating from Jeff's bedroom a few minutes later as they walked, dressed and combed, freshly scrubbed, down to the kitchen, ready for breakfast. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the hands of children. They should be outside playing in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 24