into the booth, spread her legs wide and wiped her pussy. I did the same with my ass, squatting, I held wet panties between my buttocks and removed all traces of my female secretions. After waiting a few minutes in the stall until the crotch was dry, I left the toilet and returned to the classroom. It was empty because the lesson was already over. I went to my desk, took a backpack from a chair, rubbed them with the same pink panties and, not waiting for the rest of the lessons, went home.

It was a warm May day outside, a light breeze blew and lifted my little skirt a little. I felt very happy. For the first time in my life I was walking down the street, not having underwear under my clothes. I will not hide, I really liked this feeling: the feeling of freedom, natural emancipation and intimacy with their sexual beginnings. I returned home there, as usual, there was no one because my parents came around seven o'clock in the evening. Now it was twelve. “What should a young girl do,” I thought. It was necessary to prepare for exams, because I am already in the 11th grade and I need to think about entering the university. I did so, starting to look for books on history. Fortunately, my mother was a historian by profession, and such literature was just a shaft. After reviewing some of the books in the sideboard, I suddenly remembered that in the mother's room there are a few more novelties that she is reading now. I was determined to explore the new literature. Going into the bedroom, I went to a small, burgundy locker, where my mother used to fold the material of interest to her. Opening it, I saw several new books on the history of the Middle Ages. I chose the most interesting, in my opinion, and was about to leave, but with an awkward movement, I touched one protruding book, which led to their complete fall to the floor. I began to collect scattered literature, and suddenly at the very bottom I found a new book with a name that attracted me - “Female masturbation technique”. Having opened the first page, I saw a picture of a naked young lady sitting in a beautiful chair in front of a mirror. Her legs were set apart so that one of them was on the arm of the chair. I could clearly see her expression, it was similar to what was last night at the mother. One hand of this lady massaged the nipple of the breast, the other caressed the most secret place of her body - the vagina, slightly covered with hairs. Above the picture I saw the inscription: "Masturbation - sexual self-satisfaction." At that moment I forgot about the upcoming exams, history books, and wet panties, because I realized what I was doing at the door tonight and at school during the lessons. I masturbated, I had sex with myself, I satisfied myself with my hand, I was close to orgasm. These thoughts overwhelmed my mind, I carefully folded all the history books into place and took only the one I opened, that is, the masturbation manual. Having gone to my room, and sitting comfortably on the bed, I began to carefully leaf through the pages of the new book. For several hours I learned about my body, about arousal, about sex a thousand times more than I knew before. Beautiful color pictures illustrated text material, they demonstrated what to do to get sexual pleasure without the help of a man. I learned about all the erogenous points of a woman, about how they need to be excited in order to achieve the longest and strongest orgasm. The book said a lot about the positions and objects that enhance the voluptuousness. For the first time I saw in the pictures how a woman inserts various objects into the vagina, and that especially struck me in the ass. I learned a lot about the clitoris, about this small female segment, whose affection can bring the girl to an unconscious state.All this was so interesting that I did not notice that it was already seven o'clock and the parents should appear. I hid the book under my mattress and made a promise to realize everything that was described in it that night.

But all this time I was without panties, in the same robe. I had to urgently put on fresh clothes and have time to wash two pairs of dirty panties. Fortunately, I managed to do it before the arrival of the parents.

The evening was as usual: dinner, watching television, and finally preparing for bed. I went to the toilet, carefully washed my private parts, grabbed a towel and went to my room, where, as usual, I undressed into some panties and climbed into bed. I waited patiently for my parents to go to sleep. Today, they will not have sex, my mother began menstruating. However, I was mistaken, right after the lights went out everywhere, I heard moans, but they were not similar to those of yesterday, and reminded me of my father’s voice. Again, I could not stand it and went to the already familiar gap. Having glanced there, I was not mistaken, my father groaned. He was lying on his back completely naked and holding his mother by the hair, she in turn took his dick in her mouth. I clearly saw that she sucks him. Mom was also naked, she was on her knees, ass to me. From the vagina peeping thread from the tampon entered at night. Dad did not touch her mother's vagina and concentrated all her attention on her ass. He slapped her hand, squeezed her buttocks, ran his finger between them, and sometimes plunged him directly into her mother's hole. At first he did it with one finger, then with two, and finally with three. With each insertion of fingers in the ass mom shuddered a little, but at the same time demanded to continue. Her hole was much bigger than mine, I could not even imagine how something could be thrust into my ass, especially as big as my father's hand. I could no longer watch this scene, as I felt a little disgusting from what I saw. Returning to the room, I closed the doors tightly, got into bed, turned on the lamp, positioning it so that it illuminated my feminine charms for me and, finally, took out my new book. I began to put into practice everything that was written there, from lesson to lesson, bringing myself real sexual satisfaction. I started from the simplest - gently ran my hands over my body, stopping in places where I was especially pleased. The first such place was my chest with big juicy nipples. I did not even know that caressing the nipples is so nice. Having touched them with my fingers, I felt how they swell and become elastic. I continued to make circular motions, slightly squeezing the ends of the nipples, and they seemed to obey me, passing a wave of pleasure all over my body. Will it continue to be even more pleasant, flashed through my mind. With my left hand, I continued to massage the nipples, and my right hand was lowered a little lower, first to the tummy, and then to the panties and the inner surface of the thighs. At the same time, I spread my legs wide and bent their knees. My hand playfully stroked the hips and crotch over the panties. The middle finger impatiently rushed to the heat and life-giving moisture emanating from the vagina. With each movement, I pressed more and more strongly on the place from which I had previously written. Panties literally crashed between the labia majora. I felt that the middle finger, slightly protected by the delicate silk fabric of my panties, was almost one-third plunged into the vagina. A few minutes later, I gently pulled him out of my pussy, feeling that it was already completely wet, there - below. I realized that I belong to the category of women who have highly developed vaginal glands, so with the slightest excitement they begin to secrete the very natural lubricant that allows them to easily penetrate into the genitals. In the meantime, I gently pulled off my panties, took a towel and laid under my ass, so as not to leave stains on the bed. I was left completely naked, alone with a book and my own sexual fantasies. Now I did not have a barrier between the hand and the vagina.The bright light of the lamp illuminated my virgin womb, ready to take in my finger. I gently drove them around the coveted entrance, from time to time pushing the swollen pink ... Read more →