Similarly to last time, I again find myself sexually frustrated and masturbating. Luckily, this time I'm not waiting for a bus that may never come and I'm not seeking refuge in faux-wilderness to ejaculate without being seen.

Again, I won't get into any details, but I will mention that most of my night involved a hairless vagina belonging to a lovely ebony skin beauty, waving about inches away from me. I don't think she quite realized the reaction she would get from everyone by doing this. I feel like a missed a prime opportunity, so I retire to masturbation instead. 

The last entry detailed a very key experience for me, as I'm relatively certain it helped to shape my particular interests in certain sexual activities. As with anything so potentially life changing though, it doesn't end with the initial incident. It seems that events like these almost always have to resolve, either by fate or your own hand, or maybe a combination of both.

Some short while after the last events, I came over to Karol's house. As she preferred it, again, her mother wasn't home, but her sister was. This was particularly evident as Karol made it clear that she had no interest in physical interactions this day, which I could understand. Her sister seemed to stroll through the house on a semi-regular basis. I don't know why, but I wasn't going to ask, for the sake of accidentally starting some sort of conflict.

Eventually it was time for me to go. Karol was going to take a shower, and left me to exit on my own. I had made it to the foyer when Marijo came out of her room and asked me to come help her with her computer. I was suspicious but accepted. I asked her what the problem was. She said she was simply organizing some pictures when it froze.

I entered her bedroom and sat at her computer desk. She stood behind me, looking over my shoulder. Her monitor was turned off. She said she thought it might help fix the problem. I turned the monitor on and found she had a number of images opened of a blonde woman, face concealed, in various settings. The computer wasn't frozen, but there were a large number of pictures open, so I suspected she simply was browsing too many at a time, and was becoming unresponsive due to lack of resources. I began closing the images one by one to see how the computer would respond. The next step was to then have her attempt what she was doing again to see the results.

As I closed images though, I realized the model was removing articles of clothing, and eventually posing nude, in various erotic positions, including her vagina fully exposed. Naturally I became erect. I suspected Marijo had set this up deliberately, so I passed it off as though it was nothing, and continued to close images in a non chalant manner. As I continued, the model progressed to masturbating, starting with fingers, then toys. This made sense because if Marijo had taken the images from a website, it was a natural progression, so I proceeded until the model changed positions, and I myself froze. 

It became evident when the model revealed her face that it was Marijo that I was looking at. I attempted to rationalize how I didn't come to this conclusion earlier. I stared and found that aside from her general body shape, there were no similarities. For one thing i had never seen her remotely close to naked. I didn't recognize any of the clothing, the setting was foreign, the file names of the images were simply numeric, there were no familiar objects, and even her hair was different. It was obvious that she had actually done to great lengths to execute this ruse. Up to and including concealing her identity just long enough. She had to move her desktop to a new location to setup the webcam and take the pictures. I wondered why she would put in so much effort into this project.

Despite how thoroughly I documented my thoughts, I only thought of these things momentarily. I jerked my head around to face Marijo, who was now standing next to me, and to my complete surprise, absolutely naked. Anotherfactor she cleared planned was this, as she was wearing just a t-shirt and pajama pants when she came to get me from the foyer.

As an afterthought, it's peculiar how different Karol's and Marijo's bodies are. It's understandable from a genetics point of view, but just reviewing them, I can't think of any similarities. Karol has dark brunette hair, is short, has large breasts and is very curvy. Marijo is slightly taller, slender, relatively small breasts (enough to grab onto). For me, the biggest difference was with the pubic hair. Karol had thick, dark, curly hair, whereas Marijo's was light blonde, almost invisible against her light skin, straight, and sparse. You may wonder why I would focus on this aspect versus all others (one could argue that breasts easily have more parameters simply due to size, shape, and variations of nipples). The reason why is because when I turned around to see her, because I was sitting and she was standing, her pubis was practically the focal point of my view. 

She acted very quickly, using my shock to her advantage. She slid her hand flat down my pants without undoing them, and gripped my erect penis. She began to stroke as I attempted to stand up, grab her arm, and pull her off of me. She simply gripped hard, preventing me from breaking free. I imagine if this was the scene of a movie, it would look quite comical. As I was now standing, with her other hand, she undid my pants and let the baggy jeans fall to the floor. She then grabbed my boxers and pulled them roughly halfway down my thigh. Despite her tight grip, she stroked my penis, which, due to the blood she was forcing to the tip, was a dark red.

Without loosening her grip at all, she dropped to her knees and using her tongue as a bed, pulled my penis down into her mouth. I hate to admit this even now, but even with her hand locked onto my penis, she was much, much better at fellatio than Karol. Another thing I don't like to admit: I ejaculated in no time at all. Because of her hand fastened to it, my penis was not very deep in her mouth. As the sperm came shooting out, I felt her put her tongue up to the tip to catch it all.

She finally let go of my penis and pulled away from me, smiling. Not knowing what to do and with my mind racing, I pulled up my pants and hurried back to the foyer.

This is not the end of this experience, but it's a good stopping point for now. I hadn't realized just how much had happened. In my memory, it seems to be quite condensed. Anyways, more to come later.