Sexual orientation :
Ben did come down that night, a short time later. I was still awake and deliberately laying on my stomach, as I still felt a bit guilty about what I'd done and thought it might show on my face, even in the near-darkness. Even though I knew the routine, I still got a certain thrill out of pretending to be asleep as Ben worked my panties down and off and then spread my legs. Despite my attempts to cover the smell of sex in the room, I was still aware of it and wondered if Ben was too. If he was, he didn't show it. Even when he started fingering me, he seemed not to notice how wet and slippery my pussy already was. I heard him undress and then felt the weight of his warm body as he climbed on top of me. Well, you know the rest...
I woke up in the morning, still feeling guilty, sure that everyone would know what I'd done the night before. They'd see it on my face, or smell it, or just sense it somehow - but no-one did. As you can imagine, school mornings in our house were chaotic, with five kids needing to be fed and only one bathroom between all of us. Being the only girl, I at least got the bathroom to myself, while the boys had no privacy at all, with a sort of open-door policy going on. They never closed or locked the bathroom door as they showered and brushed their teeth and did everything else. Thankfully we had a seperate toilet, so they were spared having to do that in front of eachother too. Since I had my room downstairs, once I'd showered and everything, I had no cause to go back upstairs, so there was never any danger of me seeing the boys naked or anything, as they ran around getting ready for school. I did when I was younger, when me and my sister shared a room upstairs, but we were all younger then and seeing eachother naked was no big deal. Back then, even my sister, at 14 or 15, wasn't shy at casually showing off her big boobs to her younger brothers.
Anyway, when I arrived home from school that day, I half expected Mum to say something about what I'd done the night before. I was sure she'd have noticed the wooden cock had moved, or the cum stains on my duvet, or something, as I knew I hadn't covered up my 'crime' very well. I'd fretted about it all day at school, but my Mum didn't say anything. As it turns out, she hadn't even been in my room. When I went in there, I even found I'd stupidly left the t-shirt laying around that I'd used to clean myself up with, and I saw that it had blood stains on it as well as cum stains, which was a bit worrying. If Mum found that, there really would be questions asked. But I'd gotten away with it, and despite everything, I knew I'd do it again that night, but I knew I had to be more careful next time and plan it better.
That night, as soon as everyone was in bed, I went in search of my big wooden cock. I had learned my lesson from the night before and made a note of exactly where it went, cleverly (I thought) marking it's place with a dice from a board game. I also put down a towel, so I wouldn't mess up the duvet, and had a can of air freshener ready. I didn't open the windows as it was getting cold, and I was worried about attracting burglars. Since I moved downstairs, my Dad always warned me to keep the big windows closed at night, as my bedroom was at the front of the house and I might attract burglars. He talked about putting locks on the windows, but never got around to it. If he had, things would have been a lot different later, but we'll get to that when the time comes.
As with the night before, I pulled off my panties and sat on the edge of the bed and spread my legs. I was sitting on the towel and I had the light on again, as I wanted to see everything clearly. My pussy was already wet in anticipation of what was to come. I gripped the base in both hands and slowly started pushing the top of the wooden cock against my pussy, and watched again as it moved smoothly inside me. I didn't care about the grooves any more, and the hesitancy of the night before was gone. I thought I could push it all the way in easily, but I found I had to work it in, in a sort of fucking motion, moving it in and out. I loved the way it pushed and pulled the lips of my pussy as it went in and out, and again I was mesmerized by the dark brown cock contrasting against my pale skin. I still couldn't get it all in. I remember letting go of the base of it and just sitting there, looking at it sticking out of my pussy, thinking how weird it looked. Then I started to fuck myself with it, slowly at first, taking it almost the whole way out before easing it back in. God, it felt good. As I gradually started to speed up, the strokes got shorter, and so did my breath. I was moaning, but not too loud, more a sort of whimpering, as I was scared of anyone hearing me. I lay back on the bed, keeping my legs spread wide as I put my feet up on the bed, and bent my knees. And for the second night in a row, I brought myself to orgasm, fucking myself with my big wooden cock. I had a feeling that life would never be the same again.
Meanwhile, Ben's attitude towards me had started to change. I think he might have been jealous about me and the boys at school. As I've said, for one reason or another, I was drifting away from my closest friends. It was around this time that it suddenly reached breaking point, as my three best friends decided to form a girl group, thinking they were the new Destiny's Child or something. They were taking it pretty seriously, I think, and practiced their singing and their dance routines after school, and even carried on at school sometimes, during our lunch breaks. I wasn't part of it, and felt stupid just watching them, but I couldn't join them as I wasn't allowed out after school. I felt excluded, so I eventually left them to it and soon found myself hanging out with some of the older boys, especially a boy called Mark, who had asked me out a few times before. They were all Ben's age, and Ben knew them, of course, and I knew he wasn't pleased when he saw me talking to them all the time. Within the group, everyone acted like I was Mark's girlfriend, even though I wasn't. I liked hanging out with all of them, but I admit I tended to gravitate towards Mark more than the others.
I'm sure I didn't even notice the changes in Ben at the time. But now that we no longer had our night-time chats and kissing sessions, we seemed to have drifted apart a bit. We still laughed and messed about while we were playing computer games, or making up stories, or wandering around the town on Saturdays, but we didn't have that closeness we once shared. Of course, I can look back now and blame Ben for that, as he obviously preferred fucking my thighs at night to what we had before. Those late nights in my room and in my bed, talking and kissing, had made us very close and now it seems (with hindsight) that he only wanted me as a sex object.
Now, when we got home from school, he would be more eager to tie me up as soon as possible. I can imagine it was something he looked forward to all day, given that he hated school so much. Looking back, it somehow seemed more calculating and clinical now, and didn't seem spontaneous, as it was in the beginning. He was also rougher with me when pinning me down and restraining me, even though there was no need for it, as I offered little or no resistance. But I didn't notice or think about any of this at the time and still enjoyed being tied up and helpless, and I still loved Ben pulling my panties off and playing with my pussy and fucking me with the screwdriver handle. Okay, I hated the blindfold still, but you can't have everything. I did notice that Ben was much rougher and more forceful with me now, fucking me harder and faster with the screwdriver handle, pushing it deeper than before. I think maybe he was taking his jealousy and anger out on my poor pussy, but I'm not sure. At the time, I just spread my legs, laid back, and enjoyed it. I guess, even back then, I liked it rough, and I think we were both shocked when his hard fucking finally brought me to orgasm.