【Culture Shock】（一）（从网络到现实生活）（已整理）
【Culture Shock】Chapter 01作者：羽翼残阳
2009年/04月/13日发于SexInSex
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本文翻译的 Nathan 写的 Culture Shock希望大家支持
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Chapter 01
“这次又要去干什么？”伊莱恩问道。
又是一个晚上她的室友算计着她，尽管她们说今晚将是个特别的晚上，不过伊莱恩依然不觉得有什么特别的，学习，上网，看电视比出去鬼混和一群人喝酒要有趣得多了。
“嗯，我们认为你也许需要什么。”肯德拉和切尔西显然忍着没笑出来。
当自己的室友从身后拿出了一个礼物盒然后打开包装之后，伊莱恩震惊的看着盒子里的东西，脸蛋慢慢开始发红，当室友们递给他盒子之后就打了个招呼准备出去了，伊莱恩尽可能平静的和室友们说了声再见之后安静的锁上了门窗。
她的室友送了她一个震动阳具，她认为这只是室友们和她开了个玩笑，她从来没有这么感到羞耻过，看着手上的震动阳具，伊莱恩的脸颊已经变得完全通红了。
慢慢的检查着震动阳具，光滑的表面，很简单的开关以及三个不同的震动速度，其实她一直都想买一个，但是一直都没有勇气，实际上，当她现在拥有了一个时她感觉到了自己的胃在不停的翻滚着，之后，她走进了自己的卧室，拉开了床边上的抽屉把震动阳具塞了进去，试图想忘掉这些事，只想着专心的学习。
到了晚上伊莱恩躺在床上不停的翻来翻去睡不着觉，脑袋里一直想着身旁抽屉里的震动阳具。
接下来的三天伊莱恩的室友不停的问她有没有尝试过，尽管她说还没有用过，不过显然她的室友们一直乐于问她是否清洗过。
伊莱恩很想尝试震动阳具的味道，不过她很害怕，她只用自己的手指弄过，而且还很少。
尽管肯德拉和切尔西非常肯定的告诉她说感觉非常奇妙，伊莱恩对此没有怀疑，不过这不仅仅是为了寻求快乐而已，她听说过有人钟爱着震动阳具，不过伊莱恩是个好女孩，她知道她应该做什么，她不想成为一个只寻求欢乐的淫荡女孩。
每当自己听到室友们在隔壁进行手淫发出的声音时，自己都会咬紧牙关尽量使自己不去听，她认为这样的女孩就是个荡妇，她的父亲就这样抛弃了自己的母亲，她不想成为这样的女人，伊莱恩是个好女孩，她的母亲一直这样说。
“你是个好女孩，伊莱恩。”“我从来没发现过你手淫而且你现在依然是个处女。”
她是对的，伊莱恩上高中之后都很少手淫，而且很少有过性高潮，两次约会中她的母亲都跟随着她，第一次甚至告诉那个男孩不要跟伊莱恩动手动脚。
第二次约会是在伊莱恩17岁生日那天，当她满怀信心得单独和一个男孩出去时，一切都很完美，直到在昏暗的电影院男孩抚摸着她的大腿，伊莱恩当时已经被吓住了，而男孩却越来越大胆，她害怕得跑出了电影院，从那一刻起，伊莱恩就害怕男孩们对她的接触。
不过，她喜欢被别人认为不能碰的女孩，她是个好女孩。
在高中的时候她发现用手指自慰也能得到难以置信的快感，尽管她不愿意去想这种感觉。
伊莱恩很怕自己的这种想法是不正常的，在学校图书馆阅读了一些有关书籍后，才发现自己这种想法没有任何的异常，只是说性欲极强的人们才会有这样的想法。
放下心来，在接下来的几个月中伊莱恩都克制可自己不去想自己的手指带来的感觉，不过越不去想，自己越想得到性高潮，因此，每当自己自慰时，只能把头埋在枕头下面，使室友们听不到她高潮发出的叫声。
每每想当床头抽屉中的震动阳具时，伊莱恩都想尝试一下它的味道。
极度的渴望和好奇心打败了她，一次绝好的机会，当她的室友都出去跳舞时，伊莱恩关上了门窗，关上灯之后，脱光了衣服躺在床上，在震动阳具上涂抹了一些润滑油之后，在接下来三个小时，伊莱恩来了一次又一次的高潮，在连连不断的高潮中，震动阳具的电池耗光了。
不满的用手指刺激着自己的阴蒂，伊莱恩不断呻吟着，然后将震动阳具顶到了小穴最深处，感受到自己成为女人的过程，在最后一次强烈的高潮，伊莱恩无力的软在了床上，空气中只听得见伊莱恩的喘息声。
接下来几天都不敢去面对自己的室友，尽管自己很渴望震动阳具的感觉，还是忍住了没去买新的电池，她认为这件事自己完全不应该去做的。
在一个星期后的周六，伊莱恩和自己的室友一起吃着晚饭，并且承认了用过震动阳具了，这次肯德拉和切尔西没有取笑她，只是配她喝酒，然后一直聊到了深夜。
和室友们聊了一晚上后，才知道，自己的经历其实没什么特别的，她们两个都钟爱着震动阳具而且要了一次又一次的高潮，她们告诉伊莱恩这样在将来面对自己的男朋友时要有经验得多，这是很有道理的。
想明白之后，第二天伊莱恩就跑去了超市买了许多电池，在付钱的时候明显的感觉到自己身体开始发热，乳头也开始变硬。
太奇妙了，她想着，一路回去的路上，自己的小穴都在不停的留着淫水，等不及的想再次感受震动阳具带来的感觉。
……
再后来，很多时候她都需要去买电池，这已经成了自己的必需品，不过伊莱恩害怕别人认出来于是不停的换商店去买。
在过去五个星期中，伊莱恩几乎天天在用震动阳具自慰，一个星期前她承诺自己停止七天，只为了证明自己能够控制自己，七天的时间很难等待，伊莱恩一直等待着第八天的到来。
而今天就是第八天。
一个月以前，就在她第一次使用震动阳具后，伊莱恩找到了网上一个免费的情色小说网站，里面有着无止境的小说选择，而伊莱恩喜欢看小说时的感觉，每每自己都去幻想着成为当中的主角，每次阅读小说的时候都会揉搓着自己的小穴，而且，有时候伊莱恩洗澡时会对这镜子抚摸着自己的乳房，玩弄着坚挺的乳头，她的乳头非常的敏感，而且她很喜欢自己的乳房，每每躺在床上都会爱抚自己的乳房，喜欢对着镜子看着自己的乳头慢慢变硬。
每次看到有暴露在公共场所情景的小说时，伊莱恩身体的反映就会很大，她喜欢一个人在公寓里，想脱光衣服在公寓里走动着，不过她没有勇气，如果当时室友当时进来了怎么办？于是每次只是穿着一件薄薄的衣服，不戴胸罩也不穿内裤在公寓里走动着，这无疑也能带来不错的快感，而且，她开始在电脑面前玩弄自己的身体，看着电脑上面裸露的图片和影响，每次都更能获得奇妙的感觉。
今天，她冒着羞耻的任务购买了电池，以防万一，多买了一对，会到家后，她没有理由不使用震动阳具了，因为她的室友给她留了张字条说要出去整晚.
伊莱恩的乳头早已经坚硬，而且小穴已经湿透了，无疑她现在的样子是非常迷人的，她渴望着肉体上的快感，她喜欢这种感觉，于是走进了房间进入了聊天室。
她想让别人触摸她，在上周她就注册了一个情色小说站的聊天室，取名叫“顽皮的女孩”，在进去的瞬间就被无数人轰炸，逃出来后选择了另外一间分室，进去之后马上就有人和她搭讪，“叫我爸爸，快点，来吸吮我的阴茎。”伊莱恩震惊的退出了聊天室，不过马上了解到这只是网上而已，自己可以做任何想做的事情，没有任何人能够强迫她，此后又进了其他几间聊天室，如果她不顾一切和他们聊天聊天的话，这将是很刺激的一件事。
给自己的“顽皮女孩”想出了一整套形象，是一个自由的淫荡女服务员，在纽约工作，并且没星期都和自己的经理做爱，“顽皮女孩”剃光了自己的阴毛，而且从来不穿内裤的。
在聊天室中不停的扮演着各种角色，而且学到了各种各样的词汇。这天和一人聊了一会后，他让伊莱恩提起了自己的裙子，然后抚摸着自己的小穴，伊莱恩的小穴早已经是淫水横流了，刺激着自己的阴蒂，充实的感觉一直包围着她，迫不及待的想要得到自己的震动阳具，看了看时间，决定发挥震动阳具的用处了。
和他聊天的人想要她的照片，但是电脑上的两张照片伊莱恩不想给出，一张站在沙滩上，黑色的长发飘在空中，不过穿着比基尼，她不想让这张照片传到任何人的手上，另外一张是不久前照的，和自己的室友们一起做很顽皮的嘴脸，这张她也不想传在聊天室上，于是委婉的拒绝了他。
太有意思了，伊莱恩想到，关闭电脑后弄好了裙子，然后走进了浴室，微笑的对着镜子看了看，“抚摸我的小穴吧，”她大声的说道，然后呵呵笑了笑。
我这是怎么了？伊莱恩惊讶的想着。
这完全不象她的性格，以前的伊莱恩是如此的不想别人碰她，尽量避免外出，她不想把自己的身体交给一个不喜欢的人，不过现在这是怎么了？
她深深的叹了口气。
抛开了忧郁的想法，伊莱恩回到了自己的房间，想起自己新买的电池以及自己的室友晚上很晚才能回来，整整一个星期的等待现在没人能打扰她，脱光衣服后躺在床上，回想着聊天室那个家伙命令着自己，她甚至不知道那家伙的名字。
“我真是个荡妇，”她想着，摇了摇脑袋，从抽屉中拿出了震动阳具，然后打开了开关，然后她突然有个疯狂的想法，在包里拿出了自己化妆镜子。
看着自己手淫是多么淫秽的想法，慢慢的将震动阳具推进了自己的小穴，看着镜子里自己做的事情。
哇哦~！
自己的身体马上有了强烈的反映，她从没看过自己手淫的姿态，这很奇怪，更像是看别人手淫一样。看着镜子里自己的小穴，黑色的毛发非常自然的长在阴唇旁边，形成了一个可爱的小莫霍克形状。
将镜子固定在床上后，慢慢的用手翻开了阴唇，感受到自己手的刺激，喘息的看着镜子里粉红色的嫩肉，她将双腿趴开了九十度，看着自己淫水横流的小穴，她不知道该怎么形容，不过这无疑是很迷人的。
她将枕头靠在了背后，一只手扳开了小穴食指在阴蒂上刺激着，另一只手慢慢的抽动着震动阳具，诱人的哼哼声不停的从自己口中发出，看着镜子里的自己，她感觉到自己的脸更加红了，手上早已经沾满了淫水，停止刺激自己的阴蒂，抚摸着自己的乳房，感受到自己的疯狂，只希望能有一个大的镜子，能看到自己的全身。
“哦~哦~~！”她呻吟着，慢慢的从镜子中看到自己的脸。
她喜欢这种感觉，手指不停的滑过自己的身体，刺激着阴蒂和乳头的同时，大颗大颗的汗珠不停的在身上留下，看着自己身上的淫水和汗水，满足的将震动器调到了最快速，一只手将震动器顶到了小穴最深处，另一只手揉捏着自己的乳房，她整个身体开始颤抖，达到一次高潮后她并没有取下震动器，而且一次又一次的抽插着，陶醉在一次又一次的高潮中，最后一次高潮中从镜子里看到自己的小穴喷出的淫水和自己满足的呻吟声，然后昏睡在了床上。
第二天她惊醒了过来，感觉有些什么不同，看了看四周后轻轻叹了口气，昨晚的最后一刻只记得自己把内裤穿了起来，然后将震动器和镜子放在了抽屉里，打开抽屉看了看里面的镜子和震动器，当她看到震动器的时候，她明显的感觉到了自己呼吸速度的加快。
震惊的看着震动器，红色的口红印，不知道是谁留在上面的。
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原文如下:
Chapter 01
"What's this?" Elaine asked.
She had been planning another night in. Typically her roommates were on her case about not going out with them, but she rarely felt like it and tonight was no exception. The prospect of study, surfing the net or watching a late movie alone was more alluring than alcohol, crowds and sweat.
"Um, just something we thought you might need." Kendra and Chelsea giggled to each other, apparently trying not to burst out laughing.
Elaine stood aghast, paralysed and blushing crimson as the crumpled wrapping paper floated to the floor. Her roommates elbowed each other then apologised haughtily, explaining that their gift was intended to shame Elaine out of the apartment.
Almost rendered speechless, from somewhere Elaine forced a good-natured laugh before managing to wish the girls a good night and quietly lock the door. Her knees were shaking so badly she had to sit down. Along with a dose of humiliation and thumping adrenaline, her roommates had kindly presented Elaine with a vibrator. Though it appeared to have been given in jest, she had never felt more embarrassed than when she stood with her mouth open and her cheeks burning, an empty box in one hand and a sex toy in the other.
Turning it over in her hands at the kitchen table, she checked it out. It was nice and smooth and had a simple on/off switch and three different speeds. She'd always wanted one. But it was a purchase she doubted she'd ever have the courage to make. The realisation that she now actually owned a vibrator made her tummy flip. After making her way to her bedroom, she slipped it into her bedside drawer and tried to forget about it, dutifully turning to her studies as planned.
Before long it was late and she went to bed, sleeping fitfully.
Three days of denial followed and her roommates teased her at every opportunity. They latched onto the admission that she 'hadn't tried it yet,' and apparently took great delight in asking her whether she'd christened it.
Elaine wanted to sample the mythical ecstasy a vibrator was said to give, but she was scared. She'd never used anything but her fingers, and even then it was rarely.
Kendra and Chelsea had insisted it felt 'unbelievable,' and Elaine didn't doubt it. The problem was more complex than simple pleasure. She'd heard people could become addicted to vibrators or they could turn into sex maniacs. The latter, of course, she knew to be ridiculous. Elaine was a smart, centred girl; one who knew where she was going...
Being 'out of control' was one of her greatest fears. It was the only thing she really didn't like about the whole sex business. When she had an orgasm, she had to grit her teeth and concentrate very hard, just to maintain her composure. If she slipped at all her body would buck around uncontrollably and she'd say all kinds of things she didn't mean. Lately, when she just... needed it, she'd taken to pressing her face into her pillow, or biting down on it.
Even if her roommates were asleep, masturbating while they were at home was out of the question. There was no way she was going to risk waking anyone. She'd heard of girls described as 'screamers', and they were often called 'sluts' in the same breath. Her father had left her mother for one of them. She didn't want to be one of them. She wasn't one of them. She was a good girl. That's what her mother always said.
"You're a good girl, Elaine."
Meaning, 'I never caught you masturbating and I'm pretty sure you still have your virginity.'
She was right too. Until Elaine had arrived at college, she'd rarely masturbated, and certainly never to orgasm. The two dates she'd endured in high school had been unmitigated disasters. Her mother had chaperoned the first one, even going so far as to tell the young man not to put his arm around Elaine's shoulder.
The second date occurred soon after Elaine's seventeenth birthday, when she confidently insisted on a date alone with a boy. Everything was going perfectly until he touched her thigh in the darkened movie theatre. For a full minute she turned to stone, unable to move as her date shockingly fondled her bare skin with growing boldness. Aroused from her momentary paralysis, she fled the theatre, freaked out by her physical response. From that moment, she shied away from boys for fear of sexual contact.
And anyway, she liked being thought of as untouchable. She was a good girl.
At college she'd grown up somewhat. She allowed herself to discover the mind-boggling pleasures her fingers could give her, even though the experience itself was frightening. She would never forget the first time she had an orgasm. Until she'd left home, she'd never had the nerve to keep going and find out what it felt like. Once she knew, it was like she was hooked.
Overcome with guilt at her almost constant need, Elaine became convinced she had a medical condition. After reading some articles and books she'd found in the college library, she discovered she was not abnormal. Just rare. She was, as the books described, simply 'highly sexed'.
Somewhat reassured, over the following months Elaine trained herself to remain quiet and to rein in the passion her fingers seemed able to induce. Unfortunately, orgasms thus procured were relatively unsatisfactory, often leaving her even more desperate for release. And so, as became her regular routine, she would wait until her roommates went out before ultimately finding herself biting down on her pillow and screaming her head off.
Having a vibrator sitting in her bedside drawer was a double-edged sword. She had trouble enough maintaining control. Yet she wanted to know.
Eventually both opportunity and curiosity got the better of her. Fortified with a couple of glasses of Merlot, the next time Elaine's roommates went out, she turned off the lights, stripped naked, and slipped between the clean sheets on her bed. For the next three hours she had come and come and come. Zeroing in on her final climax, the damned batteries ran out
In a blind fit of frustration with her fingers a blur on her numb clitoris, Elaine had hesitated, moaned, then jammed the vibrator full length into herself. The pain of 'becoming a woman' had ignited her best orgasm ever, so strong it floored her, leaving her bucking and gasping for air.
Almost an hour later she'd woken, sprawled on the floor beside her bed and wondering if she'd somehow knocked herself unconscious.
Elaine spent the next few days avoiding her roommates and putting off buying new batteries. She was shaken by the intensity of her experience and again worried that there was something wrong with her.
Over a quiet Sunday dinner a week later, Elaine admitted to her roommates that she had tried the vibrator. For once, Kendra and Chelsea put aside their teasing, and they sat and drank wine, talking about all kinds of things long into the night.
Though Elaine hadn't admitted to breaking her hymen, after talking to Kendra and Chelsea, she realised her experience wasn't all that unusual. Both girls described their first times with a vibrator as mind-blowing and wanting to do it again and again. They said the intensity was caused by the newness of the experience and would be less so in the future. It made sense.
She went out the very next day and bought more batteries. Stuff it, she thought as she bounded down to the local supermarket with renewed enthusiasm. It wasn't until she'd asked for two long-life batteries that she considered how she looked. Suddenly she wondered whether the sales girl also had a vibrator and recognised the batteries she was buying. Before she knew it, she could feel the heat in her cheeks and her nipples stiffening.
Wonderful, she'd thought. Now I even LOOK guilty.
Her pussy was wet all the way home. Just thinking about it made it worse.
She could hardly wait to try the vibrator again, but that wasn't why she was excited. Elaine already knew that if she blushed from even mild embarrassment, her pussy would moisten. After that, she felt like she was in a perilous, yet intoxicating vicious circle. Elaine feared her weakness might be taken advantage of or used against her by her future lovers. She really didn't know how someone might react. She hoped they never found out.
Every time she needed to buy batteries, Elaine's tummy flipped and she'd start getting nervous. Going through a set almost every session, once she established a routine, she needed to buy quite a few. She couldn't shake the idea that whoever she bought them from knew exactly what she was doing with them.
In order to appear less obvious, she started buying other unnecessary items as camouflage or going to different stores so no one would recognise her as 'that girl who goes through so many batteries she must be masturbating'.
She felt her cheeks warming as she made herself a coffee.
Over the last five weeks, she'd used the vibrator almost every chance she'd had. A week ago she'd promised herself she'd avoid using it for seven days, just to prove she wasn't addicted and still had some self-control. A week was a long time and it hadn't been easy. The seventh day had been and gone and Elaine had to wait until the eighth for some time alone.
That night was tonight.
A month earlier, soon after her first vibrator induced orgasms, Elaine had discovered a free website on the Internet containing literally thousands of erotic stories. Their effect on her had been staggering. Some of the stories had turned her on tremendously and she loved that feeling. There were so many and the choices had been endless. It seemed as though every sex act and every fantasy ever conceived had been covered. Flushed with passion while reading, she had caught herself rubbing her thighs together many, many times.
Besides, she'd found some stories to be quite educational. One story in the Exhibitionism category prompted her to dance naked in front of the mirror in the bathroom after a shower. To her surprise she realised it turned her on to watch herself. Sometimes when she got out of the shower she would turn sideways and watch intently as she caressed a nipple and watched it grow. She had 'pencil eraser' type nipples and they never ceased to amaze her. They were very sensitive and her nipples hardened regularly, embarrassing her and demanding a thick bra.
If the truth were told, she quite liked her breasts. In bed she could caress them for twenty minutes and barely notice the time passing. Seeing the reflection of herself plucking and twisting her nipples in the mirror was almost like watching someone else perform for her. Either that or watching herself perform.
By the end of the week, she was seething with the need to feel that buzzing toy taking her over the edge.
Elaine enjoyed her time alone in the apartment. Sometimes she contemplated stripping down to her underwear or even getting naked, just for fun, but she'd never done it. She didn't have the nerve. What if her roommates came home and caught her? It would have been worse than when they'd given her the vibrator, and she would have just died. So instead, she'd get a little dressed up, and occasionally leave out the underwear. The idea of being braless or panty-less was way more exciting than being naked. It felt wicked and naughty. Besides, she'd begun playing with her body while in front of the computer, and less layers meant easier access.
It was Friday and her horrible week was up. Braving the humiliating task of buying batteries, Elaine had bought extra, just in case. When she arrived back home, it crossed her mind that she had no reason not to use her vibrator right away. Her roommates had left a note saying they'd be out for hours.
There was something about having hard nipples and a squishy pussy that appealed to Elaine on some animal level. Intellectually, it was a bit of a quandary. She felt 'horny' and 'attractive', as though each went hand in hand. She thought she was prettier, more desirable, and more sensual if her body was aroused. She just felt good. It was as simple as that. She liked the feeling.
Only just last week, on a whim and desiring some human contact, Elaine had registered a nickname and entered the chat room that was within the erotic stories site. She'd chosen the name Naughtygirl and was immediately bombarded with all kinds of disgusting proposals. Finding it a bit confronting, she'd wondered if all the girls were treated the same way.
Just to escape, she'd tried clicking on a sub-room. It was a Hot Tub room and she'd been disappointed. An argument had been going on and if there was a hot tub, she'd seen no evidence of it. She tried changing rooms and went into a Family Role-play room that was filled with daddies and daughters and uncles and nieces. Someone had immediately accosted her, telling her to, "Call me Daddy and suck my cock!" Elaine had been shocked and backed out of the chat rooms without replying.
Elaine made up a whole 'persona' for Naughtygirl, becoming a free and slutty waitress, slightly air-headed, who worked in New York and was being regularly 'fucked' by her floor manager. She decided Naughtygirl always said 'fucked' and never said 'made love'. The ideas she came up with turned her on. Naughtygirl shaved her pussy, and Naughtygirl never wore panties.
For once she could be anything. Do anything. She could role-play for fun or pleasure, turning guys on and watching them type out their orgasms. She could pretend to suck them and fuck them. The possibilities seemed endless and it was all very safe. No one asked her if she was really like the persona she projected on-line. They rarely asked probing questions with their hard cocks in their hands.
After waiting the appropriate amount of time to 'recover', she hitched up her skirt and gently stroked her pussy, finding herself to be absolutely soaked and coating her fingers with her juices immediately.
It was very exciting to read the messages he was sending her, telling her to 'finger her pussy harder' and 'suck her fingers clean'. She couldn't wait to get to bed. She glanced at the time and decided to go and play with her vibrator really soon.
The two pictures of herself on the computer Elaine didn't like. One had been taken down by the shore last year and showed her long dark hair blowing gently out behind her as she stood on the sand. Unfortunately she had been in a bikini and she wasn't showing that photo to anyone in the chat rooms.
The other was more recent; a close up of her with a girlfriend from home, tongues poking out, showing off her newly acquired shaggy 'bob-style' haircut. She thought it was a good picture to share with her family, but it was too goofy for Naughtygirl. She'd scanned them and e-mailed them to her cousin who wanted to see her new look.
"Mmmmm, such fun," she said to herself happily, switching off the computer and leaving her fantasy world behind. Standing, she smoothed her skirt over her hips and straightened the hem, then headed to the bathroom to wash her hands.
"Fingering my cunt!" she said aloud, giggling. Her hand flew to her mouth and she stared wide-eyed at the mirror in shock. She whispered, "I just said 'cunt'," and giggled again.
What is happening to me? she wondered.
It was just so... wicked! And so unlike her! Elaine had carefully cultivated an aloofness that was utterly transparent to her roommates, but worked well when keeping strangers at arms length. She avoided going out unless it was either absolutely necessary, or to somewhere she thought was 'her kind of scene'. Like a library, coffee shop, or a small party and, on the odd occasion when she couldn't get out of it, to the dance club in the city.
She sighed deeply and frowned at her reflection while she dried her hands.
Pushing her melancholy thoughts to the back of her mind, Elaine returned to her room, reminding herself that she had fresh batteries and a couple of hours before her roommates returned. Nothing was going to dampen her mood when she'd been waiting all week! As she slipped off her robe and lay on her bed, she blushed as she recalled the guy in the chat room ordering her around. She couldn't believe she almost sucked her juices from her fingers! She giggled. She couldn't even remember his name.
"I'm such a slut," she said aloud, shaking her head. She swallowed as she retrieved her plastic toy and reached for the lamp switch. Her excitement mounted. She chose to leave it on. Then she had a crazy thought. She grabbed her small pocketbook mirror from her bag on the floor.
How dirty would it be to watch myself while masturbating?
She threw back the sheet and felt a rush of arousal spread over her body as she held the small mirror to reflect exactly what she was doing.
Wow!
Goosebumps broke out on her arms and thighs and her nipples pulsed. She'd never looked at herself like that before. It was strange. It was almost like watching someone else. The thatch of fine dark hair on her pussy grew naturally into a cute little Mohawk, and the lips were almost hairless and tucked in. She had taken to shaving the strays around her pussy a few years ago and it was framed nicely in the reflection of the mirror in her hand.
She draped her other hand gently over her lips and drew up her fingers, lightly grazing over the warm, soft flesh. Tingles rolled over her skin and her eyes glazed in a fixed stare. Spreading her first and second fingers, she drew apart her outer lips and gasped at how pink and oily the inner lips appeared. Drawing up her feet, she bent her knees and watched in fascination as her pussy flowered open. With her legs at a ninety-degree angle, Elaine could see the wet inner lips nestled between the more pale puffy outer lips. She couldn't think how to describe it. It was kind of pretty, but well... she wasn't sure. It was just fascinating.
NOW I'll finger my cunt!
As soon as she had the sinful thought, she blushed and reached for her pussy with both hands. Again she parted her lips, this time drawing a deep breath as she spread her knees even wider. A pearl of wetness appeared at the base of her pussy.
That's my hole, she thought. My cunt.
Mesmerised by the sight, Elaine slowly caressed her fingertip up and down, back and forth between her lips, feeling herself becoming feverish, her skin crawling with voyeuristic pleasure. She arched her ass upward, spreading herself more lewdly as she pushed her finger slowly into the hot velvety tunnel of her pussy. Releasing her now slick outer lips, her left hand reached up to her chest, grasping her nipple and pinching it firmly, just the way she liked. She groaned, wishing she had a larger mirror so she could see all of herself. The thought evaporated and her mouth gaped as she added a second finger and slid them both all the way in.
"Ohhh, Goddd..." she moaned, her eyes rolling back into her head.
Finally she could stand it no longer and reached for her vibrator. Turning her head she realised barely ten minutes had passed. She almost laughed, thinking it was going to be a long night. Hurriedly turning it to the highest setting, the toy leapt to life in her hands and she shuddered in anticipation.
Elaine got comfortable and slid two fingers back into her pussy, hovering the toy over her clit. As she drew her fingers up and out, she spread them, opening her inner lips widely and unhooding her sensitive little pea. She trembled throughout her body as she watched the toy descend agonisingly slowly toward its target. It seemed like the air crackled around her ears as the vibrator and her little pink bud met. Elaine convulsed, her hips rising off the bed as she fought to draw back the toy. Again and again she tortured herself, touching and withdrawing, building higher and higher.
Unable to stop herself, her orgasm burst free, sweeping her away into unconsciousness.
The last thing she remembered before her eyes rolled back into her head, was the incredible sight of her convulsing pussy, squirting juices right at the mirror and her own anguished voice, muffled by the pillow, crying out, "Fucking my cunt! Fucking my cunt!"
She woke up the next morning with a start, wondering what happened. Looking around, she breathed more easily, noticing nothing out of place. Throwing back the bed sheet and remembering little, she was surprised to see she'd even gone to the trouble of putting her panties back on. She pulled open her bedside drawer, finding her mirror and vibrator. She swallowed, thinking the toy had blood on it. She didn't remember fucking it, and certainly not hard enough to hurt herself. She took it out, her breath catching in her chest.
In sultry red lipstick, someone had left a kiss right on her toy.
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