Amber, part III

I honestly feel a good deal more proud of this than either of the last two. Read, enjoy, comment.

Amber loved Saturday mornings. With no classes and nothing to do she could sleep in and masturbate to her hearts content, which usually meant at least an hour before she even got out of bed.

Amber was twenty one, with medium length curly hair of a rich brown. She was five-and-a-half feet tall. Her round, C-cup breasts were the perfect complement to a wrinkly, ballless cock which hung from the top of her pussy.

It was ten o’clock, and the sun shone in through the windows of her apartment as she slipped on a pair of loose flannel pajamas and finally went to prepare breakfast. She had woken needing to use the bathroom, then decided to eat rather than get back in bed.

She prepared her scrambled eggs hastily. It had been a tough week, and she had not had any time to relax for days. The week before last she had been on her period. Usually, that didn’t affect her much. She assumed her periods were mild because doctors had told her she was infertile. The eggs she released contained no genetic material. Still, sometimes they would affect her libido. She needed a good orgasm. She could not remember the last time she had felt so bottled up.

Amber ate her breakfast, then kicked off her pajamas and strutted over to her bed. Along the way she took a prolonged glance at herself in the mirror. Her pussy was getting wet just looking at her sexy legs, firm ass, large tits, and meaty cock. She realized that she was more than a narcissist. She didn’t simply have pride in her appearance, she constantly lusted after herself.

With that thought, she decided that rather than just stroke and poke, she felt like performing one of her favorite acts. She pulled up the covers and tried not to think about what she was about to do. If she got herself hard too early, it wouldn’t work.

Her cock had begun developing around puberty. One of the first things she had begun doing with it was trying to mate it with her pussy. She had felt disgusting doing it. When it had begun growing she had been repulsed by it. It was unnatural, and her rational mind hated being forced to helplessly watch it grow, unsure when it might stop getting larger. At the same time, another part of her felt differently. For some time before she knew what it was she had been noticing while showering that what she did not yet know was her clitoris was starting to elongate. It began to poke out, then sag. The first day she had the realization that perhaps it was what boys had, a single thought had crossed her mind. She knew very little about sex, but she understood that penises were supposed to go inside of vaginas. Curious, she pushed it so it curled back and parted her lips. It barely penetrated, but at the same time she felt a wave of lust and horror at what she was doing with herself. The next day in class she was awash with emotion. She kept imagi