I’m 18 and single, a virgin, a college student, and live at home. You might say that I’ve lived a sheltered life – not strict, though. My mother died when I was 6 years old and my father raised me and my brothers and sisters by himself. My dad wasn’t overly strict, though we all had our spe¬cial chores. I’m a rather quiet, homely person and a bit shy. But, contra¬dicting myself, sometimes I’m bold and assertive.
Sexually, as stated earlier, I’m “untouched.” However, in my fantasies I’m anything but. I became aware sexually rather late – at about age 14. My dad never told me anything when I entered puberty. (I suppose he was embarrassed.) So I learned through books and magazines. (I was too shy to ask my friends and we weren’t taught anything at school.) I remember with amusement and a touch of bitterness my first period – I thought I was dy¬ing and made out a will. When I finally became aware of my sexuality I started masturbating (I only rub my clit, never enter my cunt – don’t need to) and have accompanying fantasies.
My favorite fantasy stems from a real experience. When I was at the li¬brary once, I went to the way back to get an old book I wanted to read. While looking for it, I heard panting. Curious, I went a few aisles farther down and saw a man sitting on the floor, with a girlie magazine spread out on the floor in front of him, masturbating. I quickly hurried away, cheeks flaming. But I fantasize about this man. I imagine myself approaching him and masturbating him myself, or taking his cock into my mouth and licking its head – then sucking it all the way in my mouth. All the while my hands massage and tickle his balls. I thrust a finger in and out of his asshole. He grabs my head, thrusts his cock farther down my throat and finally col¬lapses, moaning as he comes. I continue to suck in and swallow his hot salty sperm until there is none left. After I lick him dry, I take off my shirt and bra; my breasts stand firm, nipples erect. He stares at me, breathing heavily, his cock hardening. He reaches for me and squeezes my breasts, then takes one in his mouth, suckling like a baby. I laugh throatily and pull his head against me harder. He fumbles with my pants and I assist in pull¬ing them down. His fingers find my cunt pulsating already. I look down at his cock – hard, red, and straining upward toward my dripping cunt. I reach down and give it a gentle squeeze with my hand; he moans, shaking with pleasure. Impatient, he grabs my buttocks and pulls me roughly down on his cock. We both gasp in pleasure at the feel of his smooth gliding en¬try. I start to pump, sitting on his lap, impaled on his glorious cock. My fingers dig into his shoulders as I throw back my head and bite my lips to keep from screaming. (After all, this is the library – one’s supposed to be quiet.) As my body aches in ecstasy, I feel his cock shoot its come deeply into me as we both groan. We collapse together. I get up shakily as he lies in the same position, eyes closed, cock now limp and pale. I dress quickly and leave him as he now sits up dazedly. I go get the book I’d been origi¬nally searching for, check it out and leave the library with a satisfied smile on my face which tells anyone who looks at me that I’d gotten what I’d been looking for!