Teen Titillations

As a horny teen, I often fantasized about my family as I masturbated. But, I also had a reliable set of non-family scenes I would play out in my mind when I wanted to get off. I thought maybe you’d like to get a quick overview of my greatest hits.

Probably one of my most productive fantasies were scenarios involving one of my many male teachers. My favorite was Mr. Kennet. He was young and handsome, had the build of a jock, and the attitude of a man who had a big, thick cock. My fantasy was fairly simple but it always made me cum like crazy. I had to see him after school about my grades. I wasn’t failing (of course), but I was in danger of spoiling my record of straight A’s. Maybe if I wasn’t daydreaming about Mr. Kennet’s fat cock during class I would be able to focus better! My teacher tells me he can give me some extra credit points if I do something for him. What he wants is for me to take all my clothes off. I’m scared and worried about getting caught, but the humiliation of getting a B is worse than being seen naked. I do as he says and take all my clothes off right there in the classroom. It’s cold and the fluorescent lights are unflattering, but his eyes devour me hungrily. My stomach drops when I see him unzipping his pants. What’s he going to do to me? I want him to do something, but I’m also afraid of what that might be. Mr. Kennet pulls his cock out. It’s as big and thick as I always imagined it was. He leans back in his chair and begins stroking himself. I love watching him jerking off – I’ve never seen a boy do that to himself before. He asks me to turn around and bend over. I willingly obey his request and I look between my knees to see him beating off harder at the view of my butt and pussy from behind. “Spread your ass,” he demands. It’s embarrassing to expose myself like that, but it also turns me on. He stands and moves up close behind me. I’m scared that he’s going to try to fuck me (while also kind of hoping that he does), but instead he groans and shoots a big load of cum all over my asshole. If I haven’t had an orgasm by this point, I usually did when I imagined the feel of his jizz running down over my pussy lips and dripping onto the floor. When I was feeling especially horny, Mr. Kennet would talk to me about my grades during class in front of everyone. All the boys joined him in jerking off to the sight of my naked body while most of the girls just scowled and whispered about what a dirty slut I was.

Another fantasy that I sometimes used had to do with a visit to the doctor. I never got turned on during any actual doctor visits, in fact I was usually freaked out instead. When I was younger, I had convinced myself that when the doctor examined me “down there” that he or she would be able to tell I’d been masturbating. They would inform my mother, and I’d be branded a deviant pervert for life (which I would rightfully deserve!). My doctor fantasy, however, was a lot like my teacher fantasy. A non-specific male doctor would come in for the exam and ask me to take my gown off, leaving me (of course) naked. He would do some standard doctor things – listen to my heart, thump on my back, etc. – then he’d tell me that he needed some pictures for my medical records. This seems weird to me, but I can’t argue. The doctor has me do some poses and he takes several pictures. He assures me that my body is developing nicely, which makes me feel good. He then has me get up on one of the examination tables and put my feet in the stirrups. The doctor gets in between my legs and begins taking close up pictures of my vagina. I ask if that’s really needed and he assures me it’s required. He then says, “Now please spread your cunt open for me.” I’m shocked that a professional would use language like that, but I do as I’m told. This is usually where I’d orgasm. If not, the fantasy would continue. He’d hand me the camera and tell me to take over. The doctor would then begin licking and sucking my pussy. While he was eating me out, he’d make little medicalish comments to justify what he was doing to me. “Hmm, yes, it tastes like your Ph levels are in balance…clitoral response is normal, perhaps even above average…vaginal secretions are high but otherwise healthy…mmmmnumnum…” I was having this oral sex fantasy even before anyone had ever gone down on me. If I lasted past this point, a nurse would usually come in, relieve me of picture taking duty, and finger herself while she photographed me getting my pussy sucked off. The combination of getting my pussy sucked while someone watched was a surefire recipe for one of little Rachael’s orgasms.

Rounding out my top three was a fantasy about a couple my parents knew. They would come over the house sometimes for cookouts or to play cards. This couple seemed way too cool to be friends with my mom and dad – a bit younger, both in good shape, and better looking. I’m a little less clear on the details of these fantasies, but it usually involved me sleeping over this couple’s house for some reason. During the night I’d hear noises and go investigate. Obviously I’d find them fucking (and usually it wasn’t in their bedroom, for some reason). I would spy on them while playing with myself. Just the idea of seeing people fuck was a big thrill for me back then (guess it still is). The woman, Judy, would see me spying and invite me to come closer. She would show me Jerry’s penis and teach me how to give a blowjob. While I was learning to suck cock, she would mount her husband’s face and fuck his mouth right in front of me. The scene played out in many different ways depending on how I was feeling at the moment, but is usually involved them touching me all over and closely checking out my pussy together. They’d often ask me to masturbate for them. Once I did, they’d start fucking again. I’d watch them and they’d watch me until we all got off together. The thought of a fucking couple watching me masturbate is a theme that still shows up in my fantasies to this day.

I also had a few hybrid fantasies that involved my brother but was more about his stupid friends. The one I remember the most is where he’d have three or four friends over. He’d come and get me and drag me to the family room where he’d tell me to get naked for them. Sometimes he’d blackmail me into doing it, or sometimes I’d resist and he’d forcibly strip me. One of the guys would put on music and they’d tell me to dance for them. When I did, they’d all take out their cocks and start jerking off to me. I’d quickly get into it, dancing sexy for them and opening my legs wide so they could see my pussy. My brother’s friends would start cumming quickly, but what really got me off was when my brother would make me kneel in front of him and he’d blow his load all over my face in front of everyone. It was the idea of all his friends seeing him do something like that to his horny little sister was what got me off.

There were plenty more, usually inspired by events of the day and the people I’d most recently come in contact with, but these were a few of my dependable go-to’s. Now that I’ve gathered a few of them together, I can see that my teenage fantasies had a very strong exhibitionist streak to them. I suppose it’s only natural for a young girl to want to be admired and desired. In reality, I wasn’t at all confident about my body, and definitely not comfortable about anyone seeing me naked. I have to imagine that’s exactly why my fantasies took on the opposite elements of my real life. I know Freud did a lot with dream analysis, but I wonder if he ever considered sexual fantasy analysis for insights into a person’s true psyche? If not, perhaps I can invent a new branch of psychology. What a job that would be – listening to people’s masturbation fantasies all day! Hmmm…maybe there’s a story idea there…?

Anyway, this was a fun little trip down memory lane for me, and I hope you enjoyed learning about my more “normal” fantasies. Do you remember what thoughts you most often wanked yourself to when you were a kid? If you do, leave a comment and share it with all of us!

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