"Why must I be the only eighteen-year-old virgin?" Allie wondered. Of course, she knew she wasn't the only one, but she did know that most girls nowadays lose their virginity by age sixteen. And it wasn't like she wanted to wait this long. Allie's problem was that she just couldn't find a guy who wanted to fuck her whom she wanted to fuck. The irony was that it was hard for her to find someone precisely because of her many fine qualities. She was very smart. Boys are often intimidated by smart girls. She was outspoken. Boys often find outspoken girls too aggressive. She was funny. Boys often want a girl who laughs at their jokes, rather than making ones of her own. She had met some sexy guys online. She especially liked older men. They often seemed to have the confidence that allowed them to appreciate a girl like her. But so far she hadn't met a guy who met her requirements, namely, one who (a) lived near her, (b) was not a total perv, but still (c) had the guts to screw a much younger woman. Ideally, she would also like a guy who (d) has had a vasectomy. She wanted to be able to feel a man's bare cock and his cum inside her. But, other than her dad, she'd never met any guy who had a vasectomy. "Where are all these horny old goats I keep hearing about!" she wondered.
So Allie was quite intrigued when she noticed the vibrator on the shelf of the drug store. She would have bought it immediately except that she felt incredibly humiliated buying one in public. What if one of her friends happened to come in while she was buying it?
She imagined the guy at the counter shouting to a friend at the other end of the store, "Could you give me a price check on this vibrator?"
"On what?"
"On this vibrator! This girl here wants to buy a vibrator and I need a price on it!"
Eventually, though, she worked up her courage and got it. The lady at the counter rang it up and dropped it into a bag like Allie was buying bubble gum.
But now there was a second problem. Allie still lived at home. Leaving aside the problem of whether anyone would hear the noise of the vibrator, Allie's door didn't even have a lock on it. She had asked for one a long time ago, but her mother had said, "Don't be silly, Allie. What do you need a lock for?" So Allie had to wait for an afternoon when she was alone in the house. It came surprisingly soon. It turned out that the following Saturday her mother had a long meeting with some clients, and her father had a pile of paperwork to go through that he said would probably take hours. So, as soon as they were out of the house, Allie went up to her room, stripped down to just a T-shirt, and pulled the box out from its hiding place in the closet.
Allie took the vibrator out of its package. As she held it in her hands for the first time, she started to tremble. It was so long, and so hard, and so -- well, so much like a cock! After loading the batteries in it, she took it to the bathroom and carefully washed it. She could feel her pussy getting wet as she lathered it up and stroked it clean. "It's almost like I'm beating a guy off," she thought. After rinsing and drying it, she returned to her room and sat on the edge of her bed.
She lifted up her T-shirt, exposing her pussy, which was already wet and open from handling the vibrator and from anticipation. At first, she just rubbed it gently up and down her pussy lips. It was exciting, thinking about what she was doing, but she knew that she was only getting a fraction of the pleasure possible from it. So, taking a deep breath, she moved the tip of the vibrator to the opening of her vagina and started to ease it in. She was so wet that she didn't need any extra lubrication, and she'd already had everything from tampons to her fingers in her pussy-hole before, so there wasn't any hymen to get in the way. But she still had to proceed slowly. This was wider than anything she'd had up inside her before. Allie let out a low moan as she felt her hole gradually stretching to accommodate this wide, long, hard intruder. Eventually it bottomed out. She was amazed how much of it was inside her! Just the control dial on the bottom was sticking out. She let it sit there for a minute, enjoying the sensations. She reached up and started to twist her nipples, like she normally did when she masturbated, and she was startled by the strong, involuntary squeeze her pussy gave the shaft that was inside her. Her pussy was already so tight that the squeeze was enjoyably on the border between pleasure and pain. She kept playing with her nipples, and with each tightening of her cunnie-hole, her moaning became closer to screaming. It occurred to her that she hadn't even turned on the vibrator yet, and she was already more horny than she had ever been. "Oh god," she thought. "I wanna fuck a man so much."
She was barely conscious of the new sound she started hearing. Her ears were pounding too loudly with the beating of her own blood, and her mind was too focused on her sensations for her to easily notice anything else. But as the sound got louder and closer, it registered with her. It was almost too late. She whipped the vibrator out of her pussy, pulled down her T-shirt, and hid the vibrator behind her back, just as her father lunged through her bedroom door. (So much for his "hours" of paperwork!)
He stopped right inside the door, looked at her in concern, and said, "Darling, what's wrong?"
"Uh, wha--, nothing. Nothing's wrong," she stammered.
"But I heard you crying out! I thought someone was here!"
"Oh, no daddy. I, uh, it's just some cramps. You know, women's stuff."
Her father stared at her. Her face was flushed and her nipples were erect. He started to look at her with less concern and more suspicion. Then her father remembered what he had seen the moment he came in the door.
"What were you putting behind your back when I came in?" he demanded.
"Nothing!" she responded -- far too quickly to be convincing.
"Have you been drinking?" he asked.
Allie thought about saying "Yes," because she would much rather have her father think that she had been boozing, but then she realized he'd want to find and take away the bottle.
"Show me what's behind your back," her father continued.
Allie panicked. "No!" she pleaded.
She reached her hand behind her back to hold the vibrator away from him. But he strode over, towering over her like he always did, and reached around behind her. She twisted and lay back on the bed to keep the vibrator hidden underneath her. Soon, her father was on top of her, holding her down and reaching his arm underneath her. She was embarrassed because her T-shirt was riding up, exposing her pussy, which was now rubbing against her father's slacks, but she knew that an even worse humiliation was about to occur. Her father got a hold of her arm, twisted it, making Allie yelp like a puppy, and easily pulled the incriminating object out of her hand.
He stood up and looked at the vibrator in disbelief. Allie couldn't face him, so she kept lying down on the bed, covering her face with her hands, even though this meant that her T-shirt was still riding up. She started to sob as he asked in a tone that was both harsh and incredulous, "Did you take this out of your mother's dresser?"
Her mother's dresser?! Allie was now as shocked as her father. It had never occurred to her in a million years that a vibrator was the kind of thing that her mother would use, much less that her father would know her mother was using it. Suddenly, Allie had an image of her parents in bed, her mother on her back, her legs spread while, while her father shoved the vibrator into her. Suddenly, her pussy ached even more.
"No," she answered, still covering her face. "I never go into your room."
