Chapter 1 - A Secret Sex Life

Hi. I’m Mandy, I’ve just turned eighteen and my life has tipped upside down.

It’s my mother’s fault. If she hadn’t taken that new job with the early morning starts none of this would have happened. I would have turned out completely different. Maybe.

It’s my father’s fault. If I hadn’t inherited his ‘randy gene’ I wouldn’t have been quite so... um... passionate? Perhaps.

Or maybe it’s all my fault. If I hadn’t been quite so curious while awash with teenage hormones perhaps this whole sequence of events wouldn’t have occurred at all. But I’m not sure. Why don’t I tell you my story and let you decide for yourself?

My mum had started a new job that week, her first full-time job in years. It meant she had to leave home early, at seven every morning. Her bustling around in the bathroom, which was right next to my bedroom, woke me up that Monday morning and left me wondering what her new job in the bakery would be like.

I heard the front door click as Mum set off for her first day of putting currants in buns, or whatever it was she would be doing. I didn’t even know if she walked there or caught the bus. Seven o’clock was too early to think any more so I drifted back off to sleep, comforting myself as usual by caressing my swelling breasts with one hand and diddling myself gently with the other.

The second morning she left, after I heard the front door close, curiosity got the better of me. I heard my dad go into the bathroom for his shower, so I crept into my parents’ bedroom. I thought I might be able to peep around the curtains and look out the front window to see her walking down the street.

I watched her walk past the bus stop and continue out of sight. So that answered my question – she was walking to work. The knowledge seemed unimportant now, and my curiosity switched to mum’s dressing table, with her perfume, creams and cosmetics. After a squirt of this and a smear of that I was bored again and eased open the top drawer. A silky nightie – more of a negligee really – that I hadn’t seen her wear. Maybe she kept it for Dad’s eyes only? Hmm, interesting.

The small drawer on the left contained bras. Mostly plain white ones, which were pretty boring, but at the back were a few flimsy, silkier ones... plus one frilly black one with holes at the front. Oh my god! My mum had a peep-hole bra! Who would have thought it? I couldn’t quite picture her modelling it for dad, with her nipples poking out and his eyes, presumably, popping out too. What a surprise!

The small drawer on the right contained panties. Again, mostly big girl’s knickers in sensible colours. But right at the back was a frilly black number, very see-through and skimpy and... oh my god... an open crotch! Jeepers – whatever next?

I heard the hissing of the shower stop and knew my dad would be back in a minute, so I stuffed the tantalisingly sexy underwear back in the drawer and my fingers bumped into something round and hard. I pulled it out and gasped. A vibrator!

I’d seen one before. A girl had smuggled one into school last term and made us all giggle with its phallic shape and buzzing action when she turned it on. But I’d never had one in my hands before. I pressed the switch. It twitched and hummed in my fingers. I switched it off quickly, stuffed it back behind the panties and shut the drawer.

Back in my room, I lay under my duvet, eyes wide open and mind racing as I took in the enormity of what I’d discovered. My mum had a secret sex life! What a shocker! I couldn’t imagine her going into a shop and buying erotic underwear, let alone wearing it. And I felt sure she wouldn’t have gone into a sex shop and asked for a vibrator... would she? Maybe Dad had bought it for her, together with the peep-hole bra and crotchless panty set? Yes, that was more likely.

I’d long suspected my dad was a randy old fella. I’d found his stash of porno magazines hidden in a box at the bottom of his wardrobe last year. I was shocked and slightly repulsed at the lurid pictures, but was quite intrigued by the erotic stories. Why did he need these when he had a wife? Did they have a problem with their sex life? Or did he simply need a lot more of it than Mum did? I’d heard of that happening in the problem pages of my mum’s magazines.

I was weighing up all these questions, with my fingers in my panties rubbing softly around my clitty, when there was a tap-tap on my bedroom door which made me jump.

“Mandy. Are you awake?” It was my dad. “I’m going in early this morning, so you’ll have to get yourself off to school on time.”

“Okay, Dad,” I shouted back, “see you tonight.”

Under my breath, I mumbled, “And I’ll get myself off. Nearly there already!” That made me smile.

The front door clicked, the car started and reversed down the drive. Good. I had the house to myself. Best hop in the shower to finish off what I’d started, I thought. The last couple of times I’d diddled myself to a climax, I’d ended up with decidedly soggy panties. And this felt like it might be a big one...

It turned out to be a good decision. After a long, slow and sensuous session under the warm spray, with lots of bubbles and fingers delving into all the right places, my orgasm was a whopper. Hot juice spurted from my pussy as I came and my legs continued to shake for an age afterwards. I felt overwhelmed by a warm, tingly glow and could have stayed in the shower all day if not for school. I loved that feeling and I wanted more.

In class, my mind kept wandering to my mum’s sexy underwear and that horny little vibrator. How often did she use it? And what did it feel like buzzing against her clit or inside her pussy? It was hard to concentrate on lessons as I imagined myself sitting there at my school desk wearing a peep-hole bra and crotch-less panties, with a humming vibrator stuffed inside my vagina.

All through my lessons, my nipples were like door stops, and I ached to touch them as I sat at my desk, but I couldn’t do it without someone seeing. So instead I bent down to pull up my sock and brushed my nipple, first one side and then the other, against the desk lid, which sent delicious shock waves through my breasts and made me gasp. I kept squeezing my legs together as I thought about the vibrator. My panties were decidedly damp by the time I got on the school bus to go home.

Chapter 2 - Skimpy Undies and a Love Toy

The next two mornings, my dad left for work at the same time as I headed off to school, so there was no chance to revisit the secret delights of Mum’s dressing table. I was itching to get my hands on those sexy undies and I fancied trying out her vibrator too. I had to admit, I felt hot and horny just thinking about it, and must have looked distracted because one of my classmates asked if I was all right.

I said, “Yes, I’m okay, thanks. Just got something on my mind.”

That was an understatement. I’d decided to wear my thinnest, silky bra to school and loved the feeling of my stiff nipples pressing and rubbing against the fabric and the electric shocks I felt when I ‘accidentally’ brushed them against my desk lid.

I discovered that I could lift the lid of my old-fashioned desk in the classroom, and clip both my nipples simultaneously. They were so sensitive by now that the sensation was agonising and exhilarating at the same time. It made me gasp and go dizzy and made my breasts throb with a warm glow for ages afterwards. Needless to say, I found lots of reasons to lift my desk lid that day, and in the days that followed.

Finally, it was Friday morning when I heard Mum close the front door on her way to work. Dad had already left. He’d told us the previous evening that he had another early start and would be leaving a few minutes before Mum. This was my big chance. I had the house to myself for an hour before I had to run to the bus stop.

I scampered to their bedroom and peeked out of the curtain. There was Mum, walking away into the distance, and Dad’s car was gone from the driveway. Time to play! I quickly fished the peep-hole bra and the crotch-less panties out of the dressing table drawer and felt my fingers close around the smooth round shape of the vibrator. My baby-doll nightie and panties were soon off, and I was climbing into the frilly black undies.

The panties were a bit loose on my hips, as I’m a bit slimmer down there than my mum, but by pulling them up above my hip bones, I got the sheer material to squish against my pubic hair and stood in front of the mirror. My pussy lips protruded obscenely through the slit in the panty-crotch and I could see they were already shiny with excitement. There was something powerfully erotic about the notion of wearing panties and yet having my pulsating pussy available for instant action. What a turn on!

Next, I tried on the bra. I had to adjust the straps as my chest is smaller than Mum’s, but the cups were a perfect fit. I have quite large breasts for my age. After a bit of fiddling, my nipples and the puffy areolas were protruding through the holes and looked amazing. The effect of being thrust through the material into the cool air made my nipples stiff and sensitive. I could imagine a boyfriend touching them and making me squeal with delight. Or maybe licking or even sucking on them! Wow, what a delicious thought! All I needed now was a boyfriend...

Then I remembered the vibrator that I’d tossed on the bed. Who needs a boyfriend when you’ve got one of these, I thought? I turned it on and ran the vibrating tip over my left nipple. Mmm, that was awesome! What would it feel like if wet and slippery? I stuck the pointy end in my mouth and gave it a good tonguing. The tingly sensation on my tongue was nice, but there was a strange, musty taste that I couldn’t quite place as I returned the vibrator to nipple duty.

It then occurred to me that the odd taste might be my mum’s pussy! I was about to gag and run to the bathroom when the glorious sensation of wet, wobbly vibrations from my left breast swept away any concern. I closed my eyes and luxuriated in the moment. Mum was a cleanliness freak, wasn’t she? She would have washed it after use, wouldn’t she? Oh God, that feels so good, I really don’t care!

I transferred the jiggling joystick’s attentions to my right nipple and areola and gasped anew. What a great little gadget this was! Another suck on its tip – I was past caring now – and back onto the stiff little nub that was throbbing with delight. Mmm, if it feels this good on my nipples, what will it feel like on my clitty?

I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My pussy was glistening in anticipation. The early morning sunlight streaming through the curtains lit up my young body like a work of art. I reached down with the vibrator and ran it over my pussy lips. Wow! An electric shock pulsed through my hips and rippled down my legs. They already felt wobbly. I decided I’d be better off lying down and getting them spread for a proper exploration.

The duvet on my parents’ bed was thrown back and I needed no second invitation. I lay down on the cool sheet, sank my head in the pillows and lifted my knees up and apart. Even with my eyes closed the buzzing love toy seemed to know exactly where to go. As it kissed my clit with a tingling touch I arched my spine, tipped my head back and opened my mouth in delight.

“Hmm. Oh God, yes!” I gasped as the first orgasmic mini-spasm hit me.

I slid the slippery pointed tip into the entrance to my vagina and felt a fresh tingle reverberate through my hips and down my legs. God, this is bliss!

I let the buzzing toy slide further in, lighting up the soft and sensitive inner flesh with a feeling of warmth and ecstasy. I inserted it all the way in until my fingers squished up against my swollen lips. It felt nice but also a bit weird, as if I’d pushed it halfway to my tonsils, so I withdrew it again. I let the humming tip slip in out of my dripping cunny, then around and around my throbbing clitty. Oh yeah! That was the best of both worlds. It made me feel quite religious.

“Mmm, oh God. Thank you, God,” I mumbled. “Ohh, that is so, so good.”

Alternating between my pulsating pussy and clamouring clitty quickly produced a rising crescendo of mind-blowing sensations. My pelvis was on fire and my legs were shaking. I was close to a mega climax. Very, very close.

Both hands now insisted on being involved, my right twiddling the vibrator inside my hot and dripping hole, while my left rubbed my clit button frantically.

“Mmm, oh yeah. Ahh, oh God. Mmm, sooo good. Ah, ahh, AAhh, AAAAHHHH!

My hips shot off the bed in orgasmic spasm with the buzzing love toy jammed in my pussy. With my legs rigid with tension and my back arched high, I found I was spanking my clitoris while my juices spluttered between my fingers.

“OH, OH, Oh, oh, oh oh oh.” My voice trailed away as I came back down to Earth from an almighty climax and lowered my clenched buttocks to the bed... onto a spreading patch of wet sheet!

“Oh no! I’ve wet the bed!” I whimpered as I hopped on to the floor and pulled the soaking sheet off before it could wet the mattress.

“I must have peed myself,” I thought, as I brought my hand up to my face. But, no, that didn’t smell like pee. It smelled like the sweet, fragrant musk I got in my panties after I had been having wicked thoughts. It must be girl cum! Wow! So much of it!

Mum’s crotchless panties were soaked too. I used the sheet to wipe the dripping vibrator and mop up the juices from my pussy and legs while I inspected the bed. The duvet had been thrown off, fortunately, so it was dry, and the mattress appeared unscathed too.

Thank goodness. But what to do with the sheet? Mum would be bound to notice if her bed sheets had been changed, and she would be home by mid-afternoon while I was still at school and Dad was at work. What the hell was I going to do?

Chapter 3 - Close Encounters of the Spinning Kind

There was only one possible solution. I scampered down to the utility room, put the sheet and undies in the washing machine, setting it on a short cool cycle, and then rinsed the vibrator under the tap. It seemed none the worse for its recent tour of duty and still had enough battery to create quite a buzz, which was lucky. Note to self, check where spare batteries are kept before using it next time!

I dashed back upstairs, popped the toy back into Mum’s dressing table drawer and hopped into the shower while the machine was busy doing the laundry. If I timed it right, I would be showered, dried and dressed at the same time the sheet was ready to go on the bed. That was the theory.

To be honest, after that earthquake of an orgasm, I wasn’t really thinking straight as I let the hot jets of water spray on to my tingling breasts – “Oh, so good!” – and rubbed soapy bubbles around my pubes – “OH! Even better! Mmmmm…”

After I had rubbed all the parts that needed rubbing, rinsed all the tingly bits a second time and stepped out of the shower, I decided I had better go check on the time. I wrapped a fluffy pink bath towel around my boobs and peeped into my bedroom at the clock…

Jeeesus! It was 8.45am already! I was late! I’d missed my school bus by 10 minutes and still hadn’t got any clothes on! But I couldn’t go to school yet anyway, could I? The sheet and undies still needed drying and then putting back on the bed and in her drawer. I skipped downstairs to the utility room, where the washing machine was still splish-sploshing away. It hadn’t even started spinning yet.

“Oh no, I’m going to be soo late for school,” I wailed.

“Come on, you stupid machine! I don’t have time for this!” I said, as I gave the big white cube a thump.  It responded by stopping sploshing and starting gurgling. It was emptying the water at last.

“Come on, come on,” I urged it, as I leaned up against the front of the machine. It responded by starting to spin.

“Ooooh, yeah, cum on, cum on,” I said, in a slightly less aggressive tone, as the increasing vibrations reached my pussy. “Mmmmm that’s better,” I said, moving my legs until my clit was pressed firmly up against the towel as I straddled the corner of the machine. A warm glow quickly spread through my tummy and legs.

“Ohh, that’s good.” I gripped the top of the machine. “No rush now. Take your time. Nice washing machine,” I crooned as the wobbling reached fever pitch and jiggled my body ever faster.

What the hell was I doing? Still warm and damp from the shower, with only a fluffy pink towel around me, I was being frigged by the washing machine, while all my classmates were sitting in school assembly! But at that precise moment, I didn’t seem to care...

“Oh G-G-G-God. I c-c-c-can’t stop-o-pop. Mm-mm-m-oh-oh-aa-aa-AA-AA-AA-HHH!”

I came for the fourth time that morning, if you count the two small ones in the shower. It was getting to be a habit. The machine finally slowed to a wobbly finish, but I had difficulty moving as my legs had turned to jelly and I was gasping for breath. Wow! Note to self: must offer to help with the washing more often!

I reluctantly dragged myself off the machine, pulled out the sheet and erotic underwear, stuffed them into the tumble dryer, set it on a fast cycle, then scooted upstairs to get dressed.

There was more mopping needed for a decidedly red and juicy pussy – the towel was fragrant, to say the least, so that got hidden under my bed for later. Then it was on with my panties taking care not to brush my tingling clit – no time for any more of that – and settling my tender and pointy boobs into my favourite silky bra. A pleated skirt and knee-length socks, blouse and tie completed the ensemble.

It was mid-summer and too warm to wear my school blazer. A quick brushing of my curly black hair and then I was downstairs again in time to take the sheet and underwear out of the dryer. Curses! The sheet was so crumpled and creased I would have to iron it too. My delightful dalliance with the dildo was developing into a disaster!

Chapter 4 - A Brief Encounter with Sonya Willetts

After what happened that morning I was seriously late for school. I arrived ten minutes after classes had restarted following the mid-morning break and everyone turned to look as I tried to sneak into the classroom unnoticed. My face burned with embarrassment. I felt they all knew, somehow, that I’d been up to no good.

At lunchtime, I went to the school office and made some lame excuse about oversleeping to explain my late arrival. I got a lecture from the school secretary about how I must be more punctual now I was eighteen, with final exams coming up in a couple of weeks. As if I didn't know!

Then I went out into the sunshine to read a book and eat an apple – all I’d had time to grab before leaving the house. I was sitting on the grass next to the sports field with my eyes closed, reliving some of the more surprising – and stimulating – parts of my action-packed morning, when I sensed someone sitting themselves down next to me.

I opened my eyes and found Sonya Willetts’ face close to mine. She was staring at me and licking her lips. Sonya was one of the more butch girls in my class and to be honest I found her quite scary, so I’d always kept my distance from her.

“What…? What do you want, Sonya?” I asked, slightly taken aback.

“I wanna know wassup, Mandy? I wanna know why you was late this morning,” she said.  “And I wanna know what’s got you all hot and bothered these past couple of days too?”

“I… I don’t know what you mean,” I said, blushing.

“Yeah, you do. You know exactly what I mean,” said Sonya. “You think nobody noticed you rubbin’ yer tits on your desk lid, don’t you? Well I noticed, Mandy. And I noticed these sticking out like door stops too,” she said, as she reached up and pinched my nearest nipple, which was visibly straining at the fabric of my blouse.

“Ow! Stop that!” I protested and cupped my palm over my breast protectively.

“Or what…?” she said, pulling my hand away and grabbing my full breast and squeezing it hard.

“Ow! Don’t! You mustn’t do tha— Mmmphh!” She muffled my words by jamming her mouth over mine and thrusting her tongue in between my lips.

I was shocked into silence as I realised I hadn’t pulled my face away from hers. I was actually enjoying the feel of her hot, wet tongue probing inside my mouth. And her fingers kneading my breast like it was bread dough. Mmmm that felt heavenly.

I finally came to my senses and realised that somebody was bound to see her kissing and groping me beside the school field. I pulled my head back and pushed her hand away, as I gasped for air.

“Liked that, didn’t ya?” said Sonya with a smirk. “Meek little Mandy’s finally discovered what her tits are for, ’aven’t yer?”

A loud clanging stopped her grilling me further. I was saved by the bell announcing the end of lunch break. I grabbed my book and struggled to my feet, unable to think of anything to say.

“You been getting ’em seen to this week, ain’t ya, Mandy?” she said, as I turned to walk away. “Bet that’s why you was late this morning, eh? You fuckin’ the milkman, are yer?” she called out loudly as I strode away, my face burning with humiliation.

I sought sanctuary in the classroom all afternoon, sitting near the front, not daring to look at Sonya, who had sat herself in the far corner from me. It was a relief she wasn’t close, but I could sense her eyes boring into my back, while my right breast was throbbing from her squeezing, and my lips felt numb from her rough kissing.

I tried to concentrate on the lesson, but my mind was racing. I didn’t know what to think. I’d been assaulted, for goodness sake! I should have gone straight to the office and reported it. But I couldn’t shake out of my head the fact that I’d got a real buzz from it. My nipples were rigid, straining against my blouse more than ever, and my panties were soaking.

I’d calmed down by the time the final bell of the day rang out. It was the final bell of the week too, being Friday afternoon. I didn’t want to risk a repeat with Sonya – well not just yet, anyway – so I grabbed my bag, stuffed it full of books and headed for the door.

With 35 other kids trying to get out first, there was no quick exit and I was shuffling forward in the scrum when I felt a hand grasp my bottom firmly. I stiffened and gasped as a low voice whispered in my left ear.

“In a rush to get ’ome, are we, Mandy?” There was no mistaking Sonya’s gravelly tones. “Well, you have a nice weekend, sweet cheeks,” she said, as she squeezed my buttock, her fingers pushing my pleated skirt into my bum crack. “Don’t do anyfing I wouldn’t do,” she said with a dirty laugh. “You and me will have another little chat on Monday.”

At which point the crush finally carried me through the door, and I skipped down the corridor to the exit and legged it for the safety of the school bus.

More to follow soon. Hugs and kisses, Arabella xxxx
(Author’s note – Sonya comes from Essex in the UK, with a very distinctive accent. If you want to hear what she sounds like, search the web for ‘Essex accent, UK’ and you should find some audio examples.)