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(M/F-teen, mast) *** Dear Dad: Okay, Dad, you said you want to know where I got this thing and I'm gonna tell you the truth: You and Mom had left the night before on your trip to Jamaica for a two week stay at some couples resort. I didn't know which because you two had been kind of evasive about the name of the resort. I did know that it was some sort of adult resort with a lot of nudity everywhere. I had spent the day at the beach with my friend Natalie, but she had fallen asleep and had gotten a little sunburned. It was nothing serious, but she decided to spend the night slathered in lotion to ease the slight pain and to keep from peeling. She's my best friend, we've known each other since third grade, but she can be kind of a woose. We had planned to go to a party at one of the frat houses at the university, but now that was off. I was disappointed, my first frat party and I had just turned 15 and now no party for us. Of course, I could only go because you guys were out of town, now it would probably be a few years before all the stars lined up again. As I walked home from Nat's house I noticed that our mailbox was open and there was a bunch of stuff visible, so I loaded up my arms and emptied the box. Most of the stuff was junk and a couple of things that looked like bills. One of the pieces was a carton about 6 inches wide by a foot long by 3 inches thick. The return address was just initials DT4A and a post office box number in California. It was heavier than I expected it to be and when I shook it there was just a little noise, it sounded like liquid sloshing in a bottle. The package was addressed to T. Laurence, that could be me or mom. I decided it was probably a late birthday present for me. I tossed the junk mail and put the bills in the bills drawer and took the package up to my room. I would open it after my shower. My skin was sticky from the sunscreen and my hair smelled like seawater. The shower felt really good and I took extra time washing and conditioning my hair and just basking in the hot cascade of water. I touched up my shaving. At the beach I had noticed a 2 inch wide section I had missed on my right thigh. I even filled the tub and started the jets for a special treat. Then my cellular phone started up. I almost didn't answer but then I saw it was Natalie. I hoped she had changed her mind about the party. It turned out that Jena was calling. "Hey Teri, did you still want to go to the party? Nat said you were kind of pissed at her for flaking out at the last minute." "Yeah, that would be totally awesome!" "Okay, I'll pick you up in 15 minutes." "What should I wear?" "Something hot! Remember, these guys are not interested in high school freshmen! You've got the body for it so make it convincing. Fifteen minutes, be ready!" I put on my lowest rise jeans (glad I shaved) and that teal satin camisole top that exposed plenty of my tummy, and sandals. I had on a bracelet and an anklet and a black beaded necklace. No bra, I wanted my 34bs to jiggle a little when I danced. Hey! You always say they look good! I quickly did a crappy job of painting my nails in teal and dried my hair so it would just fall naturally. With the conditioning I had done, it would just take a few brush strokes to come out in nice rich waves. I don't really like my hair, but guys do. I went to mom's vanity and splashed on some of her expensive perfume. In two minutes, I did my eyes and put on a mouth and I was ready when I heard Jena's horn. I threw my phone and a brush in my little purse and almost killed myself running down the stairs. Jena was wearing a very short skirt and a sheer tank top. The front had some sort of checkered pattern with every other square totally sheer and the alternating squares dark enough to conceal her 36c and their mauve colored nipples. Her hair was also down and she had a choker on that said "Hottie" in rhinestones. She is 19, petite, with flowing blond hair and a very nice deep tan. You know her…I've seen you scoping her out at the mall. I was surprised when she offered me a cigarette. "Look, Teri, some of these guys work really fast, so you be careful or you'll end up in the sack before you know it. I'll keep an eye out for you but I'm not your mom. I promise I won't leave without you, so if we get separated or if you lose sight of me, just hang by the door and we'll hook up." I was surprised that she was treating me like an equal. "Also, you're not a little girl, so I will assume you can take care of yourself. I'm not going to be checking up on you. If some guy is going too far you gotta tell him 'no' and move on, if you don't tell him 'no' he will think you're okay with it. If you are, go for it, if not, let him know." We were now on fraternity row and she was looking for a parking space on the crowded street. Just as we arrived at the edge of the front yard she turned to me and said, "Remember, and don't trust anyone, all these guys want is to get into your pants. Be very careful of anything you drink unless it is soda from a can or bottle you open yourself and keep in your sight the entire time. Be careful, and have fun." As soon as we walked into the doorway a guy grabbed Jena and swept her into another room. One of the frat guys, everyone called him "Kutch", he said because he looked like Ashton Kutcher (but I didn't think so), came over to me and put his arm across my shoulder and guided me to another room where there was music playing. We went to the kitchen where I watched Kutch get us a couple of beers straight from the keg. Kutch said he was a sophomore studying marketing. He was tall and medium weight and pretty good looking. His blond hair was short and spiked, he had a little beard and he had a black pearl earring and a little tongue stud. He had a job at a video store. He said he lived in the house and offered to show me his room. I said I don't think so and he said maybe later. As he turned his unbuttoned shirt opened a little and I saw that his left nipple was pierced. I heard a little alarm go off in the back of my head. I saw Jena pass by and she smiled at me and raised her eyebrows like asking if everything was okay. I smiled and nodded and she waved her fingers as a guy pulled her onto the dance floor. Just beyond her I saw Briana Winkler, one of the girls from my history class. She looked pretty wasted and was hanging all over some guy who was holding a glass up to her lips. I had heard that Briana was pretty heavily into the party scene and that she had been around the block a few times. It looked like she was getting ready to start another lap to me. Her white cropped tshirt was soaked and pretty transparent. She was putting on a one girl wet T-shirt show. Her short white skirt was riding up high on her thighs and I could see the lacy triangle that barely covered her puss. After a while Kutch sort of drifted away and joined the guys that were being entertained by Briana, so I danced with a couple of other guys and had another beer. I also munched on some nachos because I didn't want to get drunk. At one point, I heard a commotion and went in to another room in time to see Briana dancing on top of a table. She was a pretty good dancer, even as wasted as she was. The guys standing around hardly seemed to notice as they groped and fondled her tits and ass and pussy. At about midnight I was feeling totally buzzed. I had drank about 4 beers and that was the most I had ever had at one time in my life. A guy named Nick had been talking to me for a while and had me sort of backed into a corner. He was a black guy, but not really black, more like coffee with lots of cream colored. He had beautiful chocolate colored eyes and long curly lashes. "Hey baby, you look great. Wanna dance?" In seconds we were crammed into the small dance floor with a bunch of other people. The place was full of smoke and the music was loud. There was incense burning, and cigarettes and a couple of the older guys were smoking gross smelling cigars and pipes and I saw a few joints being passed around. I danced with Nick for about 20 minutes and I was soaking with sweat. We did a little dirty dancing and I could see that he was getting pretty aroused, so was I. We went back to the corner and talked more. His hand was up under my shirt and he was playing with my nipple, like you do sometimes. I liked the feeling I was getting between my legs. I was into the music, so I was kind of dancing and swaying as I talked to him. He said I was very sexy and hot and he bet I was ready to fuck tonight and then he leaned forward and started kissing me. It was really hot. A college guy was kissing my neck and feeling my boobs. I bet he would freak if he knew I was barely 15. I wondered if I should tell him. Instead, I kissed him back like I've never kissed anyone before. In just a few minutes of kissing I knew I wanted more. He said we should go up to his room to get away from the noise and smoke and I was ready. He took my hand and we weaved our way to the front stairway. We stopped in the kitchen and he grabbed a couple of rum and cokes that one of the other guys handed him. Then the campus cops came in and started breaking up the party. Jena appeared and took my hand and said we had to go. I was sad because I really wanted to hook up with Nick more. But Jena looked serious and suddenly I understood. I tugged free of Nick and followed Jena to her car. We giggled all the way home. When I got up to my room I realized how bad I looked and smelled. My hair was a mess and my lips were red and swollen. But I felt great. I couldn't decide if I should take another shower or just go to bed. Then I saw the box again. I opened it and two batteries, a big black rubber dildo and a bottle of lubricant fell onto my bed. The fake cock was massive. There was a note on letterhead. "Dear Tammy, We at Discount Toys 4 Adults . Com thank you for your purchase. We hope you love your new toy. It was signed from the Boys and Girls at DT4A." OMG! Mom had bought herself a monster black dildo! I couldn't help thinking about Nick and wondering if his cock looked like this toy. It looked pretty huge in his pants. Dad, yours is the only cock I've ever seen, so I guess I'm sort of fascinated about cocks. Anyway, I was still feeling buzzed and now totally turned on. So I put the batteries in the toy and poured some of the lubricant on it. It's called Chocolate Lover, it smelled like chocolate too, and then I started playing with my pussy with it. In no time at all I knew I wanted it to fuck me so little by little I pushed it in. Even though it hurt when it first went in, I wanted it so bad that I kept pushing and all of a sudden it didn't hurt anymore. It just felt totally awesome. So I've been playing with it every night since that first night. I used that new KY stuff on it the other nights because I didn't want to use all of mom's chocolate lube. I'm sorry you found me asleep with that nasty black thing sticking out of my pussy like that. I guess I forgot that you guys were coming home last night so I forgot to clean it up and put it back in the box for mom. Is mom mad at me? I guess I'm grounded for the rest of my life, huh? I will stay in my room until I hear from you or mom that it's okay to come out. I really love you guys, I'm really, really sorry. Teri ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 37