Okay, let me introduce myself, my name is Lola Harold, nineteen years old, and a virgin. I had been living with my mum until I went to college. I was waiting for the right time, moment, and right person to have the first time of sex with. I guess I was little old fashioned. But my mum always told me, 'Don't rush into having sex. Do it when you're totally sure'. I hadn't even started my periods, but had small breasts but not like normal teenage girls my age that were very developed on top. I guess I was a slow developer. Until one day, I discovered the shocking truth about my true identity.
I woke up one morning blinking my eyes as I opened them. I yawned. I was lying on my front and felt something hard, which was rather uncomfortable. I turned over onto my back and my eyes grew wide with complete utter horror as I stared down at a large lump sticking out through the bed sheets. I pulled them up and cried out with horror when I realised I had a large cock! I quickly got out of bed wearing my pink nightie and the cock looked like a rocket sticking out of it. Damn! Damn! I thought panicking. I picked up my phone and dialed my mum's number.
"Mum, its me! I have cock sticking out of me!" I cried.
"It's okay, honey, I have been anticipating when you would get it," my mum told me calmly.
"What?" I said. I couldn't believe she was acting so calmly and telling me. "Come again."
"Lola, when you were in my womb, the doctor wasn't sure of what sex you would be, so when you were born you had a very tiny penis that looked like a vagina so we assumed you were a girl. And the doctor said as I got older it wouldn't be noticeable until I reached my teens. So when you reached your early teens, I was relieved that you hadn't developed properly. I'd noticed that you had grown tiny balls and then they grew slightly bigger but weren't noticeable."
"Why didn't you tell me any of this before?" I demanded her down the phone.
"I'm sorry, honey. It's not so bad," she replied, her tone was still calm that infuriated me.
"Easy for you to say, you don't have a massive cock sticking out of your body!"
"Lola, don't take that tone with me," Mum said angrily. "I know you're upset, but there's nothing you can do about it now."
"So what happens now? I just have to go on with life being half woman, half man?"
"Yes."
"My new roommate is suppose to be here today and I can't have her seeing my erection," I told her quickly. "She would think I was total freak!"
"Get rid of it then," Mum told me.
"How?"
"You know how. Masturbate. Sorry, honey, gotta go, speak soon. Have fun."
The line went dead.
Great, just great, I thought sarcastically. I glanced down and saw that I still had a hard on. I walked back to my bed and noticed a wet patch on the mattress. I remembered boys get wet patches when they have a sexual dream called 'wet dreams'. I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled up my nightie and stared at my huge cock and saw huge balls attached to it underneath. I closed my eyes and tried to picture a sexy female celebrity that would motivate me to masturbate for the first time. A sexy picture of the dark haired Italian Hollywood stunner, Monica Bellucci, came to mind wearing a very low cut black dress with her big breasts spilling out.
My dick twitched to life on its own as it got turned on. My right hand moved up and down the shaft of it slowly and then the picture of her huge breasts zoomed in making my hand move faster. My breathing grew heavy as I moaned with pleasure as my hand moved faster and faster with rapid speed, making a smacking sound. I felt my body building up to orgasm. Within seconds, I cried with pleasure as my body trembled for a few seconds as I came hard. My ejaculation spurted out all over my hand.
I cried with disgust and shame and went to the bathroom to shower.
An hour later, I was freshened and clothed, wearing dark sweatpants and dark sweater, and straightened out my bed and opened the window, when, the door opened. It grabbed my attention, and a tall and curvy girl with exquisite beauty walked in rolling in her suitcase.
The girl was my age with long black hair and olive skin. She looked Italian or Spanish. She turned my way and smiled while closing the door. She was wearing a low cut, sleeveless, figure hugging dress that shaped around every curve of her body.
"Hi, I'm Alesha Di Marco," she said shaking my hand.
"Lola Hepold," I replied, mixing up my words.
"Hepold?" Alesha asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I meant Harold." I felt like such an fool in front of her.
She giggled and smiled.