Amber, part III

Story by green52

I honestly feel a good deal more proud of this than either of the last two. Read, enjoy, comment.

Amber loved Saturday mornings. With no classes and nothing to do she could sleep in and masturbate to her hearts content, which usually meant at least an hour before she even got out of bed.

Amber was twenty one, with medium length curly hair of a rich brown. She was five-and-a-half feet tall. Her round, C-cup breasts were the perfect complement to a wrinkly, ballless cock which hung from the top of her pussy.

It was ten o’clock, and the sun shone in through the windows of her apartment as she slipped on a pair of loose flannel pajamas and finally went to prepare breakfast. She had woken needing to use the bathroom, then decided to eat rather than get back in bed.

She prepared her scrambled eggs hastily. It had been a tough week, and she had not had any time to relax for days. The week before last she had been on her period. Usually, that didn’t affect her much. She assumed her periods were mild because doctors had told her she was infertile. The eggs she released contained no genetic material. Still, sometimes they would affect her libido. She needed a good orgasm. She could not remember the last time she had felt so bottled up.

Amber ate her breakfast, then kicked off her pajamas and strutted over to her bed. Along the way she took a prolonged glance at herself in the mirror. Her pussy was getting wet just looking at her sexy legs, firm ass, large tits, and meaty cock. She realized that she was more than a narcissist. She didn’t simply have pride in her appearance, she constantly lusted after herself.

With that thought, she decided that rather than just stroke and poke, she felt like performing one of her favorite acts. She pulled up the covers and tried not to think about what she was about to do. If she got herself hard too early, it wouldn’t work.

Her cock had begun developing around puberty. One of the first things she had begun doing with it was trying to mate it with her pussy. She had felt disgusting doing it. When it had begun growing she had been repulsed by it. It was unnatural, and her rational mind hated being forced to helplessly watch it grow, unsure when it might stop getting larger. At the same time, another part of her felt differently. For some time before she knew what it was she had been noticing while showering that what she did not yet know was her clitoris was starting to elongate. It began to poke out, then sag. The first day she had the realization that perhaps it was what boys had, a single thought had crossed her mind. She knew very little about sex, but she understood that penises were supposed to go inside of vaginas. Curious, she pushed it so it curled back and parted her lips. It barely penetrated, but at the same time she felt a wave of lust and horror at what she was doing with herself. The next day in class she was awash with emotion. She kept imagining that everyone around he knew that she was a filthy little whore, having lost her virginity so young. She would then suddenly feel even guiltier as she confronted the fact that these thoughts made her want to do it more. She could not understand what was happening to her.

Amber clumsily tried to pair her developing cock and pussy more and more over time, mostly just mashing them together the same way she and a friend of hers had made a Barbie and Ken doll 'do it' a few times before. Her games mostly consisted of curious exploration, sitting cross-legged on her bed bent over with the covers up over her head like a tent. She would stretch her budding organ, then let go and observe the way in which it would bounce around. In the shower she began peeing and using it as a squirt gun. Occasionally her games would come back to her placing her tiny dick over the opening of her slit and trying to push it inside. Eventually it got long enough that she could push it in and it would stay on its own. It was not really sex, she had come to reason, more like a piece of flesh clumsily stuffed inside her. It did not stay in long though, as it was around the time she began starting to get erections. When it got hard it would pop out.

Still, she continued to experiment. Though it would not bend backwards on itself, she could bend it forwards and twist it a surprising amount. She would bend it to the side while it was still rubbery so that it hooked under her leg, then slide it in. Timing was key. If done right, she would get incredibly hard when she did so. She would look at it looping around and feeding into her pussy and it would start to grow. With her pussy she could feel the gentle widening of her own cock. With her cock, she felt her moist, tight pussy contracting around it. Her sensitive cock head felt the exquisite lining of her pussy as it slithered deeper inside of her. With her pussy, she could feel a fat cock slowly burrowing its way as far as it could g

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