Desire - Sex Stories

Desire

... dildo. But something new. There was a rubber sleeve. I figured out, that one end fits over the vibrator, and the other bit - which is ribbed on the inside - well, I couldn't wait to try it out. I waited till I was home alone, grabbed the toys and eagerly threw myself on the bed. I had a panic-attack, when I tried to turn the vibrator on, because nothing happened. I thought it might not have batteries in it. But after giving it a desperate shake, it started buzzing satisfactorily. I fitted the sleeve on to it and slopped some baby-oil on my dick - which was already straining in anticipation. Oh wow - when I pushed my dick inside the vibrating sleeve, I came almost instantly. It was sooo much better than my hand. I must have spent at least half an hour with this new toy. Sometimes I just used the vibrator, which feels particularly good around the rim, and on the underside of my dick-head. But I came four times inside the sleeve, before I started getting sore. It was only after my parents were back home, that I realised I hadn't wiped my cum out of the sleeve.......... I was borrowing the toys whenever I could. My parents usually took my baby sister for walks on weekends and evenings. I always said, I had too much homework. As soon as they were gone, I played. Often, I didn't bother using the vibrator. Just the sleeve. I got on my knees and thrust myself inside it, pretending it was mom's pussy. Or I lay on my back and slowly slid the sleeve up and down over my dick, imagining ...

... it being mom's mouth. I found a new use for the vibrator as well. I understood now, why guys screwed each other's bum-holes. I could only get the tip of the vibrator inside - maybe an inch or so - but it felt great. But I knew, that nothing could compare with mom's pussy. Couldn't she see how much I wanted her? If she came and sat on my bed then, I know I would have touch her thigh.......... There was only one person who could compete with my mother, in my wet dreams: Aunty Tania had been staying with us. She'd stayed with us twice before, but hadn't been for a long time. I knew, she wasn't really my aunt because she was coal-black. Mom told me, that she was from Brazil and I was always terrified of her. I thought she was a cannibal, would eat me, and take my shrunken head back to her tribe to show off. That year, I looked at her differently. Tania was tall - as tall as my dad. She had these long, firm legs that just went on forever and ended in the most perfect ass I've ever seen. Breasts bigger than mom's. Wore wigs like Tina Turner. Dressed even sexier than my mom. And wore really high wedges. Only she never wore nylons, but then her perfect legs didn't need them. I could imagine running my tongue up her legs. They were so long, I would need forever to get to the top.... So - with Tania prancing around the house, I was feeling even more frustrated than usual. They all went out a lot, which meant mom dressing up almost every day as well. I felt so frustrated, I would have ...