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ÂI've always had sexual urges as long as I can remember. Before I grew hair on my pussy I had discovered how nice it feels to touch myself there.
ÂI'd grind my smooth little snatch against my fingers, and after a few years I had discovered how to achieve orgasm. Of course at the time I didn't know what it was so each night I'd put a pillow between my legs and dry hump until my pussy would twitch and my body would shudder with pleasure.
ÂAfter a while I'd experiment more and more. . . sliding a finger into my pussy, running my clit warm underwater, looking at pornography, even inserting small foreign objects (and even then my pussy was so tight they would hardly fit).
ÂYears passed and while I touched and fondled myself under the covers at night (and even during the day, and I've been called a sleepy head for all the "naps" I took).
  And at night I'd dream of having a cock inside me, be it in my ass, my mouth or my pussy. I always wanted a toy but never got around to buying one (I'd die of shame if anyone found it and new how much I played with myself).
ÂBut then came the day I got my first apartment.
ÂYou see because I always lived alone or with room mates my masterbation practices were always limited. But now I had a space all to myself.
ÂI could cyber, look up porn, lay on top of the covers naked fingering myself anytime I wanted to.
ÂBut it wasn't enough. I had done it all before. I needed something new.
ÂThen I was out grocery shopping and saw it. It was a carrot, but it was the size of a fat cock like the ones I had seen in pornos. It was common enough and I wondered how something that hard and big would feel so I slipped it in my basket amongst my milk and eggs.
ÂSo I got home and put away my groceries, drew the curtians and started to look at some porn.
ÂAfter a while I was really wet so I stripped down. I took off my d-cup bra and slid my hands down my flat stomache urging my underwear off my round ass and letting it slide to the floor.
ÂI had shaved so my pussy was as smooth as when I first started playing with myself, only I was a little more filled out now.
ÂI unwrapped the carrot and laying on the bed I began to slide it up and down my slit but was suprised at how cold it was.
ÂI regarded the carrot for a moment. It was the right shape and hardness for the job but the chill wasn't pleasing at all. I wanted it to feel like a real cock.
ÂI tried warming it under my arm and between my thighs but still it would not reach the right temperature.
ÂSo finally I put the carrot in the mircowave and zapped it for thirty seconds at a time until it was hot enough. This time when I rubbed it up and down my slit I almost came at the sensation.
ÂIt was so perfect. I rubbed my clit with it and it was like having a hot cock teasing my pussy. I decided I wasn't going to prepare myself for my carrot cock, just take it like a real cock and let it tear me in half.
ÂI found my hole and shoved it in as hard as I could. It didn't get past the head and it just wouldn't go any farther. I adjusted the angel and shoved again and holy fucking god. . .
ÂI loved it. It felt like a real cock. I looked down and saw the carrot still had alot to go. . .
