A SUMMER OF DISCOVERY 3 (futa/masturbation/story)

Story by misfit446

This is the third of a possible five part. Four might be long. Anyway, there is no real sex here. Plenty of cum tho. But it moves the story along. Next part, plenty of sex for sure. But read it so that you can get inside Tammy's head. That helps, I think. Not too long either, yet needed. Enjoy.

A SUMMER OF DISCOVERY 3

Tammy Ralston stood in front of her bedroom mirror. She was naked, still damp after her super hot shower to wash away the bizarre weekend with her friends. She blinked but continued to stare at her image, remembering being awakened by Rain's blow job.

Okay, that was a surprise---a hell of a great and still disturbing wakeup. The teen's brain struggled to get through her feelings. Cumming a friggin' gallon of sponge she didn't even know she had was pretty cool, she mused. But it wasn't something she wanted. Was it?

Tammy blinked again, eyes dropping down to see the object of her friends' fascination. It was big, that was for sure. And her balls seemed to be bigger than Friday night.

Her face frowned. 'What is it about dicks that make girls so stupid?' she asked herself. A hand went to her modest chest and squeezed a supple breast. 'Guess the same way guys go gaga over some titty action,' she thought again and stifled a giggle.

But what Rain did was pretty weird. It was Tammy's first sexual . . . . anything! Well, except for popping boners. Then her thoughts went to Christy and her asking about playing with her cock. Did she really want to play with it? It never dawned on her before to actually do it. Not really.

Looking hard she watched it just hang there. No movement at all. Just hanging down those long six plus inches. And hanging lower were her big ass balls. Tammy's other hand went down and cupped one of those avocados, hefting it up a bit. 'Heavy,' she thought.

Letting it drop caused her sack to stretch down and make the other testicle wobble about. Watching she hopped up and down, resulting in making her package go flip, flop and flap about. It was a funny sight and this did bring an audible giggle from Tammy's tortured being.

Finally she sighed heavily, meeting her image eye to eye again. "What is wrong with me?"

No one was really going to answer her. Twisting her mouth in thought she turned to her side, looking over at the mirror again. 'God, my boy bits stick out so much.'

Grasping a buttock in each hand she laughed out loud when she noted that her cock and balls stuck out further than her petite ass. "No junk in the trunk for me, I guess. I wonder if they call this stuff up front something?"

Turning to the mirror again she put a finger up to her lip. "Junk in the trunk. The hood is up front. So, what can I rhyme with hood? Food? Naw. Well, for Rain maybe." That thought brought a scowl to her face. "Food, good, dude. DUDE! Dude under the hood? That's shitty."

Frowning she turned and sat at her computer. She went online quickly and looked up a rhyming site. The chair was wood so an initial shock was inevitable with the coolness of the surface. Her cock and balls hung over the edge between her lithe legs. "Goods under the hood? Crap." Hmmm. After another few minutes Tammy got bored. She clicked off the site and erased her cache and history. She always did. For she was a closet porn watcher.

But she never played with herself, ever. That was a fact. Even when woody was up and awake. "Wait! Wood under the hood! I got it, woohoo" she said with glee, clapping her hands over her head in success.

Then silence followed. She sat there staring at her desk top on the screen. Thinking of Christy's comment again. "Shit. Do I want to play with it?" she whispered. "Do I?"

Gritting her teeth she began to type to one of the regular dick girl sites she visited. Picking one of her favorite stars and clicking the short video clip, a hand shot out to the speaker volume knob and turned it way down. The actress was plowing a guys ass. Her skin erupted in goose pimples with excitement and a little fear. Tammy had never watched porn during the day, ever. It was always late at night. Sometimes on weekends she set her phone to wake her up after two or three in the morning so she wouldn't be interrupted as she watched videos that made her super hot. And of course, her cock got super hard. So hard it scared Tammy. Was it going to break open from the stress and she'd bleed out like an overcooked hotdog? So putting a hand about her throbbing thruster made her feel better. But that hand never moved, just held.

The video she chose was boring now. Clicking out of the site she typed into the bar: "how to masturbate for boys".

In a few milliseconds a long list of sites appeared. "Wow," Tammy whispered out. In an instant she was watching guys masturbating their cocks for her edification. "Okay, I can do that," she said, sliding the chair back and grasping that thick tube of soft skin she peed out of m

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