High School Girls
Date: 12/24/2015,
Categories:
Masturbation
Shemales,
Author: lana100
... piece of gold was a complete mystery to him. *** Showering was an unbelievable experience, Sam thought. The act of lathering up a sexy female body dovetailed with the fantasies of many teenage boys, Sam included! His heart raced and he breathed shallowly, watching suds run down curvy, dewy skin. The menial act of washing had turned into something else. The dripping wetness between his thighs came from more than just the shower - the aching void in his hips was intense! He had rubbed down there with a trembling hand, wanting partly to clean himself and partly to experience the feeling of his hand on his new pussy. He had felt the velvety soft folds, slippery with girl cream, and couldn't help but gasp in pleasure at the sensation of fingers rubbing against his sensitive nether lips! He had also felt something stiff that had sent electric shocks right into his backbone as it was rubbed, and feeling gently, had discovered the swollen nib of his clitoris, meekly perched above his wet slit. Rubbing it felt like rubbing his cock head, only with the sensations concentrated into a tiny swollen bud of flesh. He soaped up his chest, and watched the foam slide down between two pale mounds, their tips sporting cherry-colored nipples that were erect with excitement! He pinched them gently. He reeled, and he felt something hot crest inside his hips, felt his pussy start to tense, his passage cramping, and then he was grunting as pulses of pleasure shot through his shaking hips! "Nuh! Uh! ...
... Uh!" Sam heard a girl crying out in lust, and quailed, knowing it was him! The tremors and pulses died down, his pussy quivering gently with the aftershooks of the orgasm. His bud was still tingling. He couldn't believe he had an orgasm just by soaping up his tits! His female body had a fine tripwire - too fine. He still felt horny, too, although the orgasm had taken the edge off of it. He finished washing himself and got out of the shower, drying himself off. Wearing the towel as a wrap, cinched above his breasts, was just a uniquely female thing to do, but Sam didn't want to let his breasts just hang out. He had an orgasm just looking at the damn things. He didn't want another one. He had a bus to catch. He felt the heat of the morning seeping through the morning. Summer had arrived with a vengeance. He looked around his messy room, wondering what to wear - and how it should be worn. Essentials first, he thought, and rummaged through a drawer that held panties. He pulled out a pair of boy-cut panties, embroidered on the front to look like a boy's briefs. He winced, wondering at the cosmic irony. He tried them on. The decoration did nothing to hide the fact that they cupped a woman's soft mound, or that they were wrapped around a woman's curvy hips or soft, rounded ass. He picked up the white lacy bra he had yanked over his chest and undid the clasp at the back. He shrugged them on, and then tried to do up the clasp. Fuuuuuck! How did women deal with these? Unbelievable! He ...