My story started last July when I had just finished my finals at the local College of Education. I'm 22, tall and slim, gym four times a week and I'm often told that I'm a very pretty brunette: I took the decision a while ago not to have casual boyfriends due to one or two unfortunate relationships and I had resolved to take care of my physical needs myself.
I live with my parents in an upper-middle class suburb and that morning, my mother knocked and opened my bedroom door to tell me that she was off to town, asking if I wouldn't mind looking out for the photographer from the estate agents at around eleven o'clock as we were looking to sell the house in favour of something larger. This being nine fifteen, I waited impatiently a few minutes until I heard the click and clunk of front door closing and jumped out of bed in my T-shirt and sleep shorts.
Impatience played a role because I'd been waiting for days to indulge my new toy and I didn't often get the opportunity living with my parents, what with the risk of being caught and not being able to make any tell-tale noises, but now was the perfect opportunity: an empty house and, I calculated, a good hour and three quarters before the estate agent called around. I went straight to my wardrobe and, rummaging amongst the neat pile of sweaters, I pulled out my butt-plug, the new toy which I'd purchased on-line and a small jar of Vaseline.
As I pulled my T-shirt over my head and peeled down my shorts, I could already feel myself tingling with anticipation, particularly as it was a lovely summer's day and the gentle breeze flowed in through the window of my warm room and out by the open door. This, I thought, was going to be bliss!
Taking the butt-plug, I dipped the tip into the Vaseline and rubbed it all over with eager fingers. I must say, buying on-line has its drawbacks: it really seemed far too big for a slim, athletic young girl like me, even though, when it was in, it made me feel very nicely opened up which was quite sexy. Anyway, I made a mental note to buy something a little smaller.
I got up onto all fours on the bed and, kneeling, I opened my legs wide so I could reach back and gently work it up my bum. I bit my lip as I remembered from last time just how big and uncomfortable it was at the start, but having persevered for what seemed like ages, eventually I'd managed to work the whole thing in, right up to the hilt so that just the base was showing. I wriggled somewhat delicately and it made me feel very vulnerable but kind of nice at the same time.
That done and naked as the day I was born, I next flipped over onto my back and, spread my toned but slender thighs as wide as was still comfortable. Feeling how moist I had become, I teased myself with my fingers for quite a while: in and out, up and down and all around, allowing myself to tickle and strum my soon-aching clitty just very occasionally as my lathers worked up and my heartbeat increased. I was getting very, very wet and, safe in my solitude, began to moan quite loudly as the cool breeze drifting across my warm skin gave me goose-bumps. Then I reached for my brand new, out-of-the-box, wiggly wabbit.
I'd fantasised about seeing how it would feel to have, simultaneously, the plug up my bottom, the wabbit's big, knobbly shaft in my pussy and the wabbit's clitty-stimulator buzzing around on my itching bud. Gagging for it by now, I pretty much guzzled the shaft into my eager, dripping snatch and somewhat shakily varied the stimulator control. I certainly wasn't disappointed as I squealed with delight at the sensations coursing through me. The butt-plug felt like it was splitting me asunder, and the vibrator immediately hit sync with my throbbing clitty so hectically that my lithe body started convulsing, with me riding and thrusting as hard and as high as my hips would allow, and as I clenched my bum cheeks, the butt-plug reminded me it was there. The force of my climax was so great that I went dizzy and light-headed as I shuddered to a seemingly interminable orgasm, bucking so hard that I thought I might injure myself. Thrashing around helplessly, I found myself moaning, panting and calling out in what was, without doubt, the best sex of any form I had ever had.
I lay back with an enormous sigh of satisfaction as I recovered. I was right, it was bliss. As my pulse rate returned to near normal, breasts heaving, through the peace that had descended upon me, I felt sure I heard a click.
"Ahem."
A click and a cough. Opening my eyes, I saw to my horror that there was a tall, young man standing in the corner of the room.
"Wh...What?"
"What am I doing here?" He offered. I nodded, panic-stricken, grabbing at the damned duvet which had evidently caught on something and didn't seem to want to partake in my efforts to cover myself up.
"Your mum let me in as she went out. I'm from Edwards and Edwards, the agents. Bit late for that, isn't it?" He added as he motioned towards me desperately trying to hide my nakedness.
"But you weren't due until..."
"...eleven o'clock? Had a cancellation. Lucky, really. Or should I say, 'really lucky'," he grinned. By this time, I'd succeeded in drawing up the duvet. He was very tall and about two or three years older than I was. I recognised him as Terry Fisher's older brother. Terry was in the fifth form at the local school where I'd been doing some teacher training. I'd seen him lounging around town with a group of local lads who invariably embarrassed me with their graphic comments whenever I happened to walk past them.
"You're Mickey. How..."
"Hmm. Your mickey, I'd say miss," he quipped, clearly enjoying his impromptu survey of the area south of my carefully-trimmed landing strip. "How long have I been watching you? All the time darlin', since you got out of bed and stripped off your shorts and T-shirt. Dear, oh dear: you really should be more careful -should have closed the door at least, I'd have though, miss? Anyway, couldn't believe my luck -caught the whole show on this little baby..."
"...you filmed me?"
"Yep, 'fraid so, darlin' -all in glorious high definition on the company camcorder complete with anti-shake and zoom. Wanna see?"
I could see my image on the pop-up screen as he clicked the play button and could hear my voice over the playback. Whipping out the wabbit and diving out of the bed all in one movement, I ran across the room at him. I drew up pretty quickly as the butt-plug reminded me of its presence and tall for a girl, though I am, I was no match for Mickey who kept me at arm's length by placing his hand on my forehead whilst at the same time holding the camera out of my reach.
"Now, now," he said, he said grinning at me. "Not very nice language for a lady, is it?" He remarked as some of my ecstasy-related swearing poured out of the speaker. "Choice, that is, darlin'."
"Give me that, I yelled."
"Calm down, miss, I wouldn't think you'd want to attract attention."
I stopped in my tracks. He was right. There I was, naked in front of him, with no realistic chance of reaching the camera with a huge butt-plug up my bum. Imagine if someone had come in to investigate. Not a good place to be. I withdrew.
"That's better," he said.
"Please give me the DVD." I tried a different approach, trying to appeal to what sense of chivalry he may have.
"All in good time, I'll have to have a think about that."
"What do you mean?"
"Well. I mean a gorgeous babe like you on film doing what you've just been doing would be worth a fortune in the right hands: to you, the internet, my little brother and his friends at the school, my mates at the pub, for example..."
"...you wouldn't!"
