Sean Meets April and the Lure of Her Lusty Karma (Book Four in the Chastity Key Series)

By S. J. Rhys

After the loss of his beloved Melanie and the bitter disillusionment with his Mistress Marcia, the fresh pangs of Sean's newly lost heart are only just settling in with a new resolve not to be set back by those dismal events, and to move on with the good fortune of living and working in the beauty of Key West.
And little does he know that he is on a collision course with the frisky and precocious hormones of April; a lovely maiden nymph who resides in her island home on Chastity Key which is not far from the relaxing and fun filled mayhem of Key West, and that they are both about to be blind sided by the adventures of her randy rowdy imagination.

This book introduces our lovable April who is still a virgin, and is the victim of inherited wealth who spends much of her time around the pool dreaming up her every next sexy adventure as she dabbles deeper into the expanding world of her itchy desire to pleasure the simmering heat of her blossoming estrous.

Newly out of the restrictive confines of the religious college she attended in New England, April has returned home to the private island of Chastity Key that her family owns; and she now enjoys the exhilarating liberation to freely explore the seething chemistry of her repressed sexual appetite.

And now her edgy explorations are about to be woven into a saucy relationship she never dreamed of as she meets the handsome hung young man that has never failed to satisfy her raging chemistry during the thrusting penetrations of her fanciful imaginings of a nameless boner mounted stud on top of her while she orchestrates the masturbatory crescendo of her every sex toy plunging session of relieving self abuse.

Burned by the sting of a failed love affair with his Melanie, and fed up with the authoritarian demands of his Mistress Marcia, Sean's stunned emotions are ripe for the chance encounter with the heart capturing girl he'd only ever dreamt of while the deliciously dirty mind behind April's angelic smile inveigles her future players into the fruition of her every next impure phantasm.

And given the voluminous appetite of April's masturbatory capacity, she employs only the most elaborate and detailed of sexy fantasies to sate the fire of her raucous self abuse when she Jill's herself to the exquisite heights of her mind shattering orgasms as the crescendos of her pelvis grasping climaxes always launch her over the brain blanking edge of a riotous vaginal release, and early in book four, April is once again diddling herself to another wracking climax with the edgy unfolding chimera of her devirgining at the hands of her imaginary and rapacious Queen Vereena on the fictional island Kingdom nation of Estannzio as the capricious monarch orders one of her most healthy hung slave bulls to mount the turgid thrusting violation of April's cherished maidenhood.

Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, this indecent sexual fantasy became so lengthy that it ended up being written as a separate companion novel to Book Four called--'The Queen's Kingdom'--which will be offered and available with the release of Book Four.

• Language: English
• Publisher: S. J. Rhys
• Release date: Apr 24, 2022
• ISBN: 9780463276099

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SEAN MEETS APRIL

And the Lure of Her Lusty Karma

BOOK FOUR of the CHASTITY KEY Series

By S. J. Rhys

Copyright 2022 S. J. Rhys

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All the fictional characters in this novel who are performing fictional acts of sex are portrayed as being eighteen (18) years of age or older.

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SEAN MEETS APRIL

And the Lure of Her Lusty Karma

By S. J. Rhys

BOOK FOUR in the Chastity Key Series

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PREFACE

At the beginning of this book, our newest character April will employ one of her favorite fantasies during her most recent bout of morning masturbation.

She calls it; 'The Queens Kingdom', and since the required heat of her every round of genital self-abuse demands such a wide panorama of extensive erotic details for her; and since there isn't enough room for the full fantasy in the text of this book, a companion novella is being offered that relates the full story of her imaginary and rapacious relationship with the rowdy exploits of the ever lusty Queen Vereena's Monarchy.

So please look for the novella that accompanies the release of Book Four called ‘The Queen’s Kingdom’ by S. J. Rhys.

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PROLOGUE

The next morning after the crushing disappointment of Melanie’s sudden and tearful departure from his life, Sean’s hangover was not nearly as bad as he thought it would be, nor as bad as he deserved for it to be, and he was glad that he had no charters planned for the day because of some mechanical issues he had to tend to on the 'Mis-Stress’.

Preventive maintenance is a diesel engines best friend, and he needed to drive up to Marathon today to see a boat dealer about some necessary replacement parts.

Sean squinted his eyes into the bright sun of another gorgeous warm day in Key West as he drove his truck along a mostly deserted Duval Street this morning.

Only a few shop owners were stirring in a town that doesn’t seem to come back to life much before ten in the morning after the previous evening’s festivities.

And as usual, Sean was about to start his day off with his usual breakfast at the diner next to the marina, and as the bell on the door jingled when he entered, his usual server Tina could see that Sean was not his usual self.

Rough night sailor? Tina’s gum snapped at its normal cadence.

I was hoping it didn’t show.

I can spot a self-pity hangover a mile away, Tina flipped her order pad open.

This too shall pass, Sean forced a smile. How about the usual?

And a Bloody Mary probably wouldn’t hurt you right now either, Tina is a firm believer in the traditional Key West morning jump starter.

That too, Sean appreciated the comfort of a friendly voice. It might take the edge off.

Don’t worry. You’ll find the right girl, Tina gave her friend a knowing and consoling pat on the shoulder.

I thought I had, Sean said as Tina left to put in his order and get his drink.

Nice guys like you don’t stay on the market for very long, Tina reassured when she came back with his drink.

I feel like the market just crashed, Sean grinned as he took his first bracing sip.

My girls' intuition tells me that your good karma is on a collision course with love.

It’s certainly been a train wreck so far.

And the one that’s coming honey, is gonna make you forget all the others, Tina always seemed to be wise beyond her years.

Well, I think your girls' intuition and my good karma need to take a break from the affairs of the heart, Sean smiled.

I have a feeling it’s gonna be a short break honey, Tina advised with a smile.

You seem pretty sure of yourself.

A lot of guys are rather naïve when love is about to fall in their lap.

I'll be on the lookout, Sean placated her kindness'.

I’m just trying to give you a heads up sailor.

Finishing his breakfast, Sean said his good-byes to Tina, and once he was back in his truck, he couldn't help thinking that there was something rather foreboding about her encouraging words as he started his classic 1953 Chevy pick up.

Or was he just getting his hopes up to soon be dashed yet again.

Pulling into his spot at the marina, Sean stopped to chat with another yacht owner, and then made his way into the engine compartment of the ‘Mis-Stress’ to make a final checklist of the parts he will need when he makes his trip up to Marathon today.

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EPISODE THIRTY-SEVEN

MEANWHILE, ABOUT EIGHT MILES NORTH OF KEY WEST, AND ON THE PRIVATE ISLAND OF CHASTITY KEY

The light green lace curtains were blown by the morning breezes off the Atlantic as the gusts came through the open French doors to the balcony of April's second-story bedroom.

The bright morning sun made the ocean's varying shades of aqua blue and green seem even more transparent than usual, and from across that clear span, April could hear the morning fishing boats venturing out from the nearby Key West charter docks--cruising seaward with hopeful tourists and sportsmen.

In the distance, and from her bed-chamber windows, she could see the imposing white clouds hanging motionless and panoramic, towering like statues; rolled and folded to breathtaking heights across the ocean's expanse as their stark whiteness stood out in a startling contrast to the rich blue of the bright morning sky.

It was only eight-thirty, and the gradually building humidity was already steeping the damp fragrances of the Florida Keys--complimented by the sweet scent of the snowy white Pascali roses ringing the patio and pool area below April's private quarters.

Her bedroom overlooks this back portion of her eighteen room, 1950's era art deco home, and the terrace and pool below are surrounded by a flat wide concrete railing that is supported by tapered chubby precast cement spindles; against which the perfectly clipped roses grow, and the only break in this decorative barrier is the opening for the wide stone steps that descend to the white sands of her beachfront home.

The fronds on the Sylvester palms scattered along the beach rustled in nervous bursts as they were agitated by the surging morning breezes, and the gentle winds skimmed a frantic little spray off the top of each wave that splashed and rolled onto the foot of the sandy stretch of shore.

Another brilliant day, as if drawn by unbreakable habit, was dawning over the Florida Keys, and the luminous sun invaded through the balcony doors and ocean-facing bedroom windows on April's own private island--Chastity Key.

And on this arising day, April was unaware that at this very moment all the elements and unpredictable timing of fate were falling into place to enrich and fulfill her amorous and lustful destiny--fore her salacious karma was about to be blindsided by love and all of its capricious and intemperate passions.

As every morning, April was naked and on her back in bed with her agile and lithe fingertips nimbly skimming the minuscule and fine red hairs around her soft belly, and her exploring hands groped about at her cute bare body as her deftly applied digits traced across her tummy and teased around the velvety flesh of her inner upper thighs: lightly brushing around the seeping wet and buttery soft dribbling petals of her flowering vaginal folds, and she could feel the familiar prickling and blissful sensations in her belly flickering out from around her navel and mid-torso, and glimmering into her firmed nipples and into the dewy base of her silky vulva slot as she steadily ministered within herself the first stirring carnal tremblings of her self induced arousal.

And with her legs spread wide open, and through her sex bedeviled mind, April could only faintly hear the gentle waves washing on the beach outside as she looked up to see the lace around the top of her canopy bed wafting against the uneven surges of the warm morning drafts while the gentle tepid gusts across her raised and cleaved pelvic breech caused the swelling bulge of her splayed open vulva mound to pulse and glimmer with a reflexive and comforting squeeze.

Her ankles were hooked upward into the bright red nylon straps connected midway along the upper frame of her lace-covered king size canopy bed as the capturing bindings held her legs trussed up and pulled wide apart with her knees back and sprawled open with the full display of a most unladylike posture.

April's morning masturbation session was just warming up and her busy frisking hands were careening all over her bare body as she feathered the fingertips of one hand across and around her plumpy fattened nipples while the other now moved between the fondling of her surrounding florid hot and pillowy breast mass, and the pressing and cuddling stimulation across her soft tummy.

Her fanny was beginning to squirm against the mattress, and soon she will be in the preliminary throes of another one of her self inflicted and onrushing orgasms, and April moaned audibly as she teasingly compressed her clenching palm around her puffy cone-shaped nipple knobs while her other maundering hand freely reached down to re-focus its delicate caressing at the swollen bulge of her lusty and sex-hungry mons venus.

With her pretty legs tethered up and back, April’s pelvis and splayed open privates were tilted upward to afford her better access to her silky wet genitalia as she carefully explored and manipulated her gaping vaginal slot with her two probing middle fingers.

After their nights' rest, April's frisky genitals were primed and ready for their immoral morning recreation; a ritual usually instigated by her mischievous clit which seems to seldom rest from its selfish need to lure April's delving fingers into yet another sultry and voluptuous frolic, and then she will gratefully pet and manually stroke the pleading little boner to its salacious completion.

As with most every day, April will complete this sunrise amusement with a brisk and refreshing shower, and then scurry off to keep appointments relevant to the successful operation of her sensualistic website.

April's internet enterprise; phantasiesofapril.com features her famous masturbation videos and nude photo sets, and is sponsored by Cunnie Bare Sex Toys. And later today, she is to meet with the Cunnie Bare owner at her expansive Spanish style villa on Duck Key to do a poolside promotional video for the introduction of a new female masturbation implement.

And now, with each untimed ripple of pleasure reverberating within her fluttering pussy, the straps on each side of the reinforced upper mounts of the bed drew taut every time her dense calves and thighs flexed and pulled her hips and well-rounded butt upward to meet and indulge each delving insertion of her slippery fingers into the tight and steamy entrance of her spongy wet vaginal breech.

April’s quaking genital gap now began gently grabbing at her penetrating fingers as if trying to further encourage and swallow up the piercing and intruding digits in its brazen and natural desires for the promiscuous penetrations of a thick and hardened male member.

Naked except for her thigh high nylons and the taut garter belt around her pretty waist, April raised her head off of the pillow and looked down toward her wide open legs so she could see the tops of her virgin white stockings and enjoy the sexy sensation of the snug nylon tops massaging at her inner legs as she masturbates.

The contrast of the snowy white synthetic material next to her well-tanned legs adds a visual erotic element to her building arousal; as well as the sexy feel of the firm garter harness snugly circling around her churning hips--along with its hooking straps pressed and pulling tightly against the plushy cheeks of her flexing ass.

April likes having her legs tethered up; splayed and forced open as wide as possible when she jacks herself off, and her two fingers continued their groping and plying inspection into the pre-cum oily entrance of her vaginal barrel as a frustrating and yearning ache coursed out of her wet and molested hole and hummed into the depth of her dense inner thighs--coiling through her spine, and seeming to burst into her thickened nipple points with sharp little prickling stabs.

April’s pelvic cavity was in heat, and the knobs of her bloated teats, as well as her belly and the velvety soft skin of her chubby inner thighs were tightening as her arousal swiftly escalated, and her sex simmering chest was flushing hot and rosy pink while she was focused on orchestrating the spiraling velocity of her carnal foreplay--urgently fondling at her willing and bare torso as she urgently molested her heightened sex nerves while ardently provoking the sensuous climb toward the most wracking and clenching of orgasms.

Having made an art of masturbation, April had long ago learned to meticulously nurture the tempo and stimulating stride of her lecherous skills in order to trigger the strongest of passionate ecstasy within the depths of her shamelessly spread pelvis so that when the crescendo of orgasm finally erupts--the releasing gratification will wash through her wrenching body with wracking and nipple popping waves of inward clenching convulsions.

In her ongoing quest for masturbatory excellence, the focal point of April's avaricious efforts is always to jack herself off better than she has the last time, and to engulf herself with the most powerful, surging and fulminating repetitions of mind-bending release.

And she's mastered the expertise of feeling herself up with a luxuriant and careful deliberation in order to slowly nudge the threshold of her pleasure just to the verge of release, and then as she feels her entire body being blissfully consumed with the free-floating buzzy hum of edgy climax; and in the consuming delirium of near completion just as she feels the first vaginal flutterings and waving ripples of frenzied pre-release; she will tug her molesting hands away from her melting hot genitals and stop stroking herself altogether--cruelly suspending and depriving her ignited and humping pelvic cavity of any further stimulation mere seconds before the onslaught of an irreversible free fall into the reflexive convulsions of orgasm.

The pulsating core of her grabbing and raging oily pussy will then wrath out against these exploitive maltreatments, and she will repeat this tormenting process over and again in order to tease at the voluptuous ache and roiling pulses of the erotogenic release building within the leak spitting chasm of her trembling vaginal innards by petting herself to near gratification time after time; and in each instance, forcing away her sluttish foreplay and the rising pace of her agonizing sexual tension to prevent a premature climax.

Every abusive cycle of near orgasmic completion is like a delicious roller coaster ride of self-indulgence, and her bare body will shake and she will cry out against the self-inflicted agony of her unjust denial of gratification, but she knows that with each tormenting escalation of her sinful bodily appetence, she will eventually be rewarded with finest consuming fireball of impelling fulfillment when she finally pushes her passionate sexual stamina over the edge and allows the flood gates of a bursting and furious release to discharge forward with a nerve dissolving euphoria that will roll through her with a pelvis shaking tidal wave, and once over, will leave her breathless and with her naked torso jerking at the wracking and receding aftershocks of an orgasm spent beyond her every shameless and depraved expectation.

April often wonders if her lewd and excessive immorality is an overreaction to a burdensome religious upbringing that has helped keep her the virgin she still is today, or perhaps she is merely a sexually addicted nympholeptic.

Either way, she feels no disgrace for her hedonistic and luxuriant preoccupations, and she even feels an assured sense of pride in the inventiveness of her online masturbatory expertise.

And now as she fingers herself with one hand, her breast groping hand hastily scrabbled around the folds of the sheets around her squirming bare torso and grabbed up an angled vibrator that has a cup-shaped silicone clit cap.

And with the device dialed to its highest speed setting, she urgently pressed the soft and rosy synthetic rubbery cap of the quivering stimulator down upon and engulfed the slippery and stiffened head of her clitoral barb.

Oh hell yeah! April chirped out and her curvy hips involuntarily jerked at the initial smothering quashes as she crushed the mercilessly chattering tool against the bloated and reaching penil like head of her unsuspecting clitoral member, and her strong legs strained upward with every trembling sensation emanating from the unrelenting shaking of the rubbery cup taunting at the slimy wet point of her engorged and captured feminine erection.

With one hand desperately grabbing at her voluminous and fattened tit flesh, she moaned and panted like a harlot in heat; gasping as she worked the vibe around the prominent distention of her conspicuously bulky sex button.

The size of April's clit is uniquely larger than average, and when aroused, its congested density and bulbous tip resembles a small erected penis.

Her private little boner is about half an inch thick and its full one-inch inflated length protrudes slightly downward and out with nearly three-quarters of an inch of the meaty spar projecting past the zenith of its fleshy draping flaps and the hooded coverlet that curves and flows delicately downward to form the buttery soft folds and outward flowering inner labia of the plump and well-cleaved threshold to the inlet of her vestal vaginal sheath.

April keeps her maiden vulva well tanned, and she long ago shaved away its bright red pubic tuft so her prominent clitoral extension and bulging bald mons pubis will draw the stares of both men and women when she is naked in public.

Frequenting several private nude clubs and beaches throughout the Keys, April is not the least bit shy about baring her pretty body in front of others, and the thought of them gawking at her fine bronzy tan and 5' 7" tall curvy body is a turn on that she finds to be a very self arousing tease.

April is a cute and sonsie stout girl with a 36J-32-38 frame, and at about 160 pounds, she knows that the stunning color of her lustrous copper red hair is what first draws the second glances of others toward her, and she can almost feel their eyes moving next to the high breasted firm protrusion of her large swaying tits as she walks by; knowing that their further leering stares move toward the sight of her finely rounded fanny and strong dense calves and thighs.

And her perfectly orotund and upright firm breasts have been photographed many times by the covertly held phone cameras of admiring guys--and envious women, but then they focus with near disbelief as they stare with astonishment at her bulking and perfectly sculpted vaginal mound with its invitingly flared lips along with the aberrant enormity of the stunningly blatant protrusion of her stiff clitoral appendage projecting from the contoured crest of her gorgeously swelling labial mound.

And when entrapped in her snug thong panties, the knob of her plumpened erection produces a cute little swollen bulge while it pokes forward through the delicate lace as the inciting and rubbing friction upon her pulsing clit from the boner scratching material re-stimulates her bone swelling stinger back into the vicious cycle of seductive lust that her greedy clit seems to control her with.

April's constantly aroused and imposing little member incessantly prevails upon the impulsive whims of her ripe libido; holding her sexually hostage and always on the tempting verge of another arduous jack off session that short circuits every ounce of April's self-control; rendering her almost totally helpless to the unrelenting carnality of the cavorting sex organ nosing out from between her legs.

And given its mindless sway over April; she often refers to her clit as a selfish spoilt little brat as it impudently solicits her petting attentions on this, like most every other morning with its indecent and uncivil cravings.

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EPISODE THIRTY-EIGHT

A BRIEF INTERLUDE

Not even a year has passed since April graduated from a prominent women’s religious college in New England with a liberal arts degree. And lacking any specific career direction after graduation, she moved back to Chastity Key and into the spacious eighteen room art deco home she grew up in.

April lives in the house with her twin sister May who also recently graduated from college with a degree in business from the University of Florida.

Their wealthy parents, and their younger sister July had long ago moved to Houston where April’s father has since become a well known U.S. Congressman from Texas.

April's dad had always been an aspiring politician of inherited wealth and her parents wanted to be closer to the limelight of southern politics and social affairs--so they made the move to Texas when April was in high school.

April and her sister May did not want to re-settle away from their home and friends in the Keys, so the girls stayed behind on Chastity Key under the supervision of their grandfather who later passed away while the girls were in college.

Chastity Key is named after April's great-grandmother--Chastity, and was purchased by April's great-grandfather in 1930; and grateful that May and April are interested in staying in the Keys and preserving the heritage of their family estate, April's dad now pays for the upkeep of the island and the two houses built by April's grandfather and great-grandfather--as well as a long-ago closed 1950's era art deco hotel built by her grandfather on the island's southern cove.

April's great-grandfather was pretty shrewd at buying and re-selling property in Florida during the nineteen-thirties, and the fortunes of April's family turned in 1933 when he was approached by a Canadian businessman who offered the ownership of seven percent of his fledgling gas and oil company in trade for a very large tract of land that April's great-grandfather owned near Fort Lauderdale.

No one knew the company would eventually flourish into one of the largest petro consortiums in Canada with its worldwide holdings, and now April's dad cashes checks for better than a million dollars per month from the family fortune of those valuable petroleum royalties--to which he has always been very indulgent to his daughters.

Chastity key is a little more than a quarter-mile across in each direction, and is located several miles out of Key West; where April's twin sister May also has a condo she shares with one of her gal pals when she is not staying on the island with April.

Since getting her degree and moving back to the home where she was born and raised--and along with being the victim of inherited wealth--April has spent nearly the last year and a lot of idle time by the pool working on her tan and socializing with her sister and their circle of many friends in the Lower Keys, and the twin girls are thrilled to be back together sharing their special bond of closeness--and back to the embracing warmth and fragrant breezes of the Florida Keys they grew up in.

Most twins as they get older start looking noticeably different, but April and May still look so identical that only their closest friends can detect the differences in the two girls, and the only way most people can tell them apart is by their eye color. April is one of the few redheads who have blue eyes, and that is the only detectable distinction between her and her twin sister’s lovely Irish green eye color.

They both have the same hairstyle and maintain the exact same weight, and their fashion tastes have always been very similar--even down to sharing the same shade of nail polish, and now in their early twenties, the stunning and shapely cuteness of these two young ladies is the envy of friends and strangers alike.

Having seen each other naked many times, April and May both know that their breasts are precisely the same size and shape, and that they both share the same cute plumpy nipples, and the sensuous curves of their hips and butts are alike--as well as the beauteous and flowering folds of their gorgeous and irresistible vaginal endowments. And of course, the unusual and corpulent bulk of their hefty and frisky clitoral appendages are exact twins also.

And while the girls are unique in their exactness--there is one big difference between them that stands out to those who know them well. May has always been very outgoing and assertive while April tends to be reserved and a bit shy.

April’s demure personality and her onerous religious upbringing are two major factors in the fact that she is actually still a virgin--and additionally, when she was in high school, she quickly learned while dating, that the boys she went out with could not resist trying to get one hand around her larger than average tits, while their other hand was travelling up the inside of her leg.

So April dodged a good many social opportunities that might have led to the loss of her maidenhood--and then to seal her vestal fate, her mother talked her into going to a private all-girls religious college where there was certainly no chance for boys--nor the sin of any other form of fun.

But by her third year in college, April had grown to resent the fact that she had ever caved into the totally irrational dictums of the church, and she had finally become completely fed up with the repressive nature of her entire religious experience--and now wanting to enjoy her life, she has cast aside the reasonless dictates that have been put upon her by others.

Her sister May had long ago rejected the imposed and pious principles of the clergy, and now for the first time, and back in the comfort of her own home, April feels free to start having fun.

So, the first thing she did when she got back to Chastity Key was embrace her lusty, and the above-average urges of her private masturbations. She had done plenty of it while she was in college because all the girls in her school were so cloistered away that they were all secretly jacking themselves off from one end of the campus to the other--while being preached at about how much of a sin masturbation is, and April had finally decided it was damn well fun to play with herself and that she owed no one an apology for doing so.

April felt a sense of liberation with the empowering knowledge that there was nothing wrong with her unordinary and lusty impulses to Jill herself off--unlike the sermons she'd received over and again telling her how unvirtuous it was to do so.

If it’s such a huge sin to masturbate, then why did God give me such a big clit? April recently asked a friend while they were comparing their salacious techniques of sexual self-pleasuring over a leisurely lunch.

Hell, that damn little thing is always swollen up and poking around in my panties and teasing at me to play with it some more, April added with a giggle.

The only purpose of a clitty is to keep a girl all riled up and horny anyway, her friend concluded as they shared a hearty laugh at each other’s intimate admissions.

So I’m damn well going to put mine to good use and have fun beating that little bitch off as much as she wants, April finished her cute little rant.

So with plenty of spare time, April has put a great deal of guiltless effort into the empowering perfection of her autoerotic skills and proficiency, and the thoughts and aura of her cherished and maintained virginity have become an unimaginable source of arousal whenever her hands and sex toys frolic within the vulva tepid pith between her lovely spread legs.

And just because her pristine privates have never been splayed and corrupted by the stroking penetrations of a real male organ doesn’t mean she can’t give herself a damn good screwing with an artificial one.

April’s virginity happened by circumstance, and she has accepted the personal challenge of seeing how long she can hold out before she surrenders her purity to that one special handsome hung stallion of her choosing.

And many months ago during one of her more rousing sessions of vaginal self-abuse, April brought herself to one of her most intense orgasms as she imagined what it would be like to watch herself on a big screen TV while she masturbates.

So she bought a 52" inch TV to mount to the wall of her bedroom and got a computer-savvy friend to install five minicams in strategic spots on the frame of her canopy bed and in her room so she can capture her intimate and lewd performances digitally on her computer, and later edit the variety of angles into the hottest documentation of her every unruly and libertine bout of passionate sexual self-abuse.

The television itself is fixed high enough on the wall opposite the foot of her bed so she can enjoy the best view of her own private cavorting as she lays back with the remote at her side while she switches the view of the spying cameras from one angle to another as she fondles about her bare and churning hot body.

Manipulating the cams from one to the next, April can glimpse her upper and lower torso from both sides and from above--as well as a couple of panoramic angles that scan her entire bare physique; and of course, one camera on the footboard of her bed is peering straight into the sex blossoming gape of her gorgeous vajayjay.

And she frequently masturbates while watching her own re-runs of these promiscuous playtimes of private revelry, and her sister May often jokes about how April is like an athlete watching her own game films to improve the endurance and technique of her lewd performances.

April remembers with humor the day she went to the shop to buy the large screen TV for this specific purpose. She was looking at the various models on display when a salesman who seemed to emerge from nowhere suddenly surprised her.

April first noticed the awful scent of his chintzy cologne and his unevenly dyed jet black 70's porn star mustache--and with his eyes obviously focused on the protrusion of her half-covered breasts--he abruptly blurted out, Sports?

Pardon? She replied, startled mostly by the guys out of style bright green plaid sport coat.

"Sports. Most people buying a TV this big are