I'd had it with boys I wanted a man or nothing at all. My mother wasn't home when I got in, but there was a note on the kitchen table saying that she had gone to a movie with Mrs. Bangston.
Good. Now at least I could have some fun by myself. God knows I deserved it. First I went into the bathroom and turned on the water in the tub. While it was getting warm I took off all my clothes and looked at myself in the mirror.
Not bad. One thing I hadn't thought about, though, was the effect my nude sunbathing would have on the parts of my body that were usually covered by my bikini. They were usually white, but now they were pink. So what? Who was going to see me, anyway? I turned the shower on and climbed in, letting the stinging needles of water pummel my entire body. My nipples were incredibly sensitive, and I found myself writhing and squirming under the onslaught of the water as if I were really getting fucked. And my cunt hadn't been touched yet.
When I was finally so heated up that everything in the room was beginning to spin, I turned off the shower and let the warm water come out of the bath nozzle below. Then I sat down. At first I wasn't certain what I was going to do, but my body had plenty of ideas, even if my mind didn't. Lying on my back I slid down, lifting my legs in the air and spreading them so that my bare pussy was facing the water, but still was a few inches away from it. I slid down further. Now my legs were crawling up the wall and my cunt was wide open just below the water faucet. Another inch or two and I would be there.
'Wow,' I groaned, as suddenly the entire stream of water was playing on my grooved clit.
I just lay still for a minute, absorbing the sensations that were running through my body, letting the water play warmly on my clit. I spread my lips wider. Now it seemed like my entire cunt was getting fucked by the powerful stream of water. It pulsed and throbbed inside me like a strange cock, filling me up and yet not filling me up.
'Mmmmmmmmmm.'
I began to rotate my crotch, letting the water hit it from different angles, feeling it play on my clit for a few seconds, then on my asshole, then back on my clit. I could feel a deep, frothy sensation far in my cunt, and I knew that I was about to begin a last long push toward the release that had been denied I me all day. I was ready for it.
Squirming and writhing, I tried to bring the elusive orgasm out of my cunt. For a while I thought it was going to happen, but then I realized that the water alone wasn't enough. I got out of the tub. My entire body was on fire now, and I could feel my cunt practically melting from all the heat that was inside me. Shit! The idea of just sticking my little fingers up my cunt seemed terribly bland after all I had been through today. There had to be something else. There had to be!
I went into my room, still naked, and cast my eyes about looking for something to put in my cunt that might approximate a cock, nothing. I went into my closet, rummaging through the stuff on the floor, not knowing what I was looking for but frantically wanting to find something. Then I found it. On one corner, almost forgotten in the back of the closet, was my baton. Perfect. I picked it up and looked at it, feeling both the large and small ends with my fingers.
It had been at least two years since I'd even thought about my baton, and I'd certainly never thought about it in this way before. But why not? In the bathroom I washed it thoroughly, making certain that it was as clean as my cunt was. When I was finished I felt both ends with my fingers, rubbing the hard rubber knobs, wondering whether or not I would be able to get the big end into my cunt. Sitting on the end of my bed, looking at my naked twat in the mirror, I put the small end of the baton next to my slit and I pushed. 'Mmmmmmm, ohhh yeah.'
It worked. Slowly, wedging it gently between my cuntlips, I pushed it into me. The head was still warm from the water in the bathroom, and it made its way into me easily. Finally the knob was past the entrance. I hesitated, not sure exactly what I wanted to do. What the hell, I pushed it as far into me as it would go, gently shoving at least nine inches of it into my hungry cunt. I took a deep breath and looked at myself in the mirror again. It was incredible; at least half of the baton had disappeared up my cunt. My breath was coming in quick, short gasps, causing my tits to heave up and down on my chest.
'All right, little Miss Hot Cunt,' I said to myself with a grin. 'Let's see what you can do.'
I began to move it in and out, feeling the small knob as it reamed out the inside of my cunt, probing every corner inside my pussy. It felt so good that I began to shove my cunt down hard against it, grinding on the shaft so that the metal rod rubbed against my clit while the rubber head took care of my hole.
'God, I wish it were a cock!' I groaned, but I wasn't really all that frustrated because I knew that I still hadn't used the big end of the baton.
Carefully I pulled the little end out of my pussy and turned the rod around. The other end was at least twice as large, and the rubber knob was about the size of a horse's cockhead. Gently pushed, but it quickly became evident that gentleness wasn't going to work here.
I needed to be forceful: 'Come on, cunt, open up.'
I pushed hard. The lips parted and the knob began to force its way in. I held my breath, trying to relax my cunt muscles as much as possible. It moved a half inch. Then an inch. I couldn't believe how big it was. My cunt was working hard, but it still seemed almost impossible for the rubber knob to make it all the way into me. I shouldn't have doubted myself, though. Or at least I shouldn't have doubted my cunt. I gave it one more shove and suddenly it was in me.
'Ohhhhh God!'
It was fantastic. I felt like my whole crotch was about to split open, so intense was the pressure that the baton had created. I pushed it back. 'Aaaahhhhhhh!'
I couldn't help myself. Everything that I did with the baton produced a groan that escaped from my throat without me even being aware of it.
The only thing I could think about was how wonderful this thing felt inside my cunt. If I began to shove it in and out, and with each stroke I had to gasp out loud. Then I twisted it from side to side, and the sensations were even more exciting. I knew I was going to come. There was nothing that could stop me now, I was on my way.
Deep inside my cunt my juices were churning again, rolling and spewing like a pot about to boil over. As I shoved down on the baton, I could feel the cream growing hotter and hotter, fighting to get to the surface where it could escape. I lay back and forced myself to relax completely.
The results were phenomenal. My cunt positively overflowed. Hot sizzling cream came flying out onto the baton, covering it with my cum, making me realize how powerful my cunt really was. Again and again I exploded, molten juice swarming out of my slit, spasms of release rushing through my body with enough force to make me practically faint. Knowing that I had a special tool now, I carefully took the baton and cleaned it, then put it back into the closet. It was nice to know that, while I might not always have a cock available, my baton would always be there.
Later my mother came home, and I could tell immediately that she wasn't alone. At first I assumed that the person with her was Mrs. Bangston, but then I realized it was a man. I lay perfectly still. There were low voices and I seemed to recognize his, but I couldn't place it. They went upstairs after that, and I could no longer hear them from my room downstairs. What was going on? Suddenly I remembered that my father was away on business. Was my mother fooling around with someone on the side? It certainly seemed that way. Then I heard my mother coming down the stairs. A moment later she tiptoed into my room and called out my name.
'Honey!'
I pretended to be asleep.
'Honey!'
I still didn't respond. She came over and kissed me on the cheek, then went out of the room. After she was gone, I could still detect a faint aroma of liquor and perfume.
This was interesting. I waited for about ten minutes, then carefully got out of bed and put on my robe. As I walked up the stairs, being careful not to make any noise at all, I wondered what I would find.
Images of my mother fucking some strange man were flying across my mind, and I was almost ashamed to admit to myself that, rather than being horrified, I was turned on by the idea. But I wasn't prepared for what I saw. Outside the door to the bedroom I paused. Unlike before, when I had seen my mother and father making it, the door was closed. But was it locked?
Carefully I twisted the knob, the door opened slightly. I pushed it just a little bit farther, then put my eye to the slit and looked into the bedroom. My mother was naked on the bed, her face down in a pillow, her arms and
